Once again work has fucked you about and you have an unexpected free day. You text me to bitch and I tell you that I'm working in town today. I suggest you join me, you're reluctant at first but I manage to talk you around and we agree to meet at the McDonald's in town.
I get a coffee and sit down to wait for you, using the time to submit a few reports on my BlackBerry.
When you arrive you see me in the corner, engrossed in my work, headphones in. I'm in standard work clothes, black shirt, grey pencil skirt and black heels with ankle straps. You've never seen me in work gear before and its strange to see me dressed in 'grown up' clothes. You slide into the booth opposite me and I look up and smile, closing my phone and slipping it into my bag. I drain my coffee and tell you to come with me as I stand. You ask where we're going and I tell you I have something I need to do. You assume I mean work and I don't correct you, walking quickly down the pedestrianised area and turning into a department store on the left. You follow me round as I pick up a few dresses seemingly at random and head towards an unmanned concession at the back corner of the store.
As we reach the corner I turn into a doorway on the right and you see a door that says 'Family Changing Room'. I try the door and it opens easily, you see me glance around and then beckon you inside. You look around but there's no one else in sight so you follow me in and I lock the door. The changing room is large an one wall is completely taken up by a mirror. There are mirrors angled at each side and facing it is a dark brown leather sofa and two beanbags.
I hang the dresses on the door and place my bag in the corner, saying that I just need to try on the clothes. "Hmm," you think, concluding I must be in a teasing mood again. You're happy to play along though so you take a seat on the sofa and sit back to watch as I start to unbutton my shirt. Underneath it I'm wearing a pink lace bra and you can see a wire taped between my breasts, leading down to a small case clipped to my waistband. You figure this must be the camera I was telling you about and you wonder for a second if I'm recording this, before I slowly pull off the tape and unclip the case, folding the shirt and laying it over the back of the sofa and placing the case on top, leaning over to give you a quick kiss before turning around and asking you to unzip my skirt.
You sit up and slide the zip down slowly, revealing matching pink lacy panties. You didn't think I owned a matching set and in fact you're surprised I'm wearing any at all but you're not complaining. I bend over and slip the skirt off and you can see that the crotch of my panties is damp. You catch a glimpse of my nipples in the mirror as I lean down and my bra gapes slightly. You find you're not quite sure what to watch, your eyes keep flicking from my backside in front of you to my reflection in the mirror and you can feel yourself getting hard as I turn and lean over you to place my folded skirt on the back of the sofa next to my shirt.
