Alex had a hard time getting through her work week. It seemed that at every turn, her thoughts returned to Jake and the orgasm she had in the car. There were even times she found herself crouching over her desk to hide the fact her hand was playing with her clit again. Her nipples were always hard, and she had to keep some paper towels in her desk to clean off her leather chair after a particularly hard orgasm. She couldn't wait until Friday. She needed to see him again, hear him play.
That Friday, the day seemed to drag by. Alex found herself staring at the clock and counting the minutes until she could leave. She checked herself in the reflection of the glass window in her office. She had her outfit for the evening in the bottom of her gym bag. Instead of her normal office wear, Alex had decided to bring something a little more accessible for the evening.
If I'm going to play, I'm going to do it right. No need for my clothes to get in the way.
She knew the denim skirt was just the right length. When she sat down in it, it would raise up on her thighs. All she would have to do is part her legs, and if Jake really wanted to, he would see everything. The shirt was much tighter than she normally wore. It was a white shirt that has clasps in the front. With all of the clasps undone, it revealed an incredible amount of cleavage. Alex wanted to see if Jake would notice. She wanted to see if he would look.
Finally, the day ended. Alex sprinted for her car. She threw the gym bag into the front passenger seat. Quickly, she threw the car into reverse and began her trek to Jake's bar. Half way there, she realized that she was only driving with her left hand. Her right hand was drifting from rubbing her clit to pinching her nipples.
That was the other newest discovery this recent week. Alex was like every other woman when it came to her nipples. She like them to be lightly pinched. She loved to have them sucked on. It was only during her nightly masturbation session that Wednesday did she really begin to play with them herself.
While she used three fingers to fuck her cunt, she began to rub her nipples. They sprang immediately to attention. Since the sensation was pleasurable, she began to lightly pinch them. The pinching produced a slight throbbing in her clit. Within a few more moments, she was roughly pinching her own nipple. The squeezing pressure rushed through her body and made her incredibly wet. At the point she finally orgasmed, she was gushing cum. Her fingers and hand were entirely coated with it. There was a delicious pain involved with it, and Alex had definitely come to appreciate it.
Her thoughts turned back to the drive. Alex was quickly approaching the bar, and she couldn't stop smiling. Upon entering the parking lot, she chose a spot near the back of the lot. She needed as much privacy as possible to change into her new bar outfit. After putting the car into park and shutting it off, she scanned the lot and determined that no one as watching.
Would it be so bad if someone was? You liked having the man see you the other night.
Alex stopped at the thought. It was true. She came to like the idea that the man was so aroused by her masturbating in the car that he couldn't keep from touching himself.
Get with it and get changed!
Alex unzipped her work skirt and slid it off. Without hesitation, she took the panties off too. The denim skirt slipped easily past her thighs. She arched her back to allow it to cover her ass and hips. She zipped it and turned her attention to the shirt. She unbuttoned her work blouse and pulled it away from her. Alex quickly dove into the white shirt she had brought. Her breasts seemed to explode out of it.
The familiar pulsing had begun. Alex knew what her body and mind wanted. She had been thinking about it all day, all week, and every time she masturbated. That is when she realized she forget didn't shoes for the different outfit. The shoes she was wearing were her black work heels.
Why not? Denim skirt, cleavage-busting blouse, no panties, and heels. I knew I was coming her to be slutty and finger-fuck myself to begin with.
Alex stepped out of her car and adjusted her skirt and shirt. Just last week she was worried about a run in her panty hose. Now, her biggest worry was not letting her pussy hang out for all of the men at the bar to see. There was only one man that she wanted to see it. And he would have to play the piano for that to happen. She pushed open the door of the bar and immediately made her way to the booth. She noticed the bar was particularly empty this week. There was the nice bartender, the surly waitress, and one passed out drunken guy at the opposite end of the room.
John looked up from the bar and was stunned. The fancy lady was back; however, she didn't look like her normal self. She was definitely showing a lot more skin than usual. Sue's eyes followed John's. Her mouth dropped open.
"You are going to catch flies looking like that," said John as he wiped down the bar top.
"What the hell happened to her?" squeaked Sue. She couldn't take her eyes away from Alex's legs and cleavage.
"Looks like a different outfit."
