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Brit Cums Out Of Her Shell Ch 06

Brit Cums Out Of Her Shell Ch 06

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Ch 6

After the events of her invigorating holiday trip to Lake Coeur d'Alene, Brittany spent a lot of time thinking about what was going on in her life. She'd tried edging onto the conversation with Hal, but all her boyfriend offered was that he felt great about how their relationship was going, and wanted her to do what she liked to do. "Because I know we're good, babe. So I want you to do whatever fulfills you," he'd said.

The problem was, she didn't really know how to handle unconditional support. She expected him to break out a tough talk about how they needed to dial back their -- she didn't even know what to call it. Was she starting to experiment with polyamory? That seemed somewhat wrong -- she'd had fun, and wanted more, but she knew she loved Hal, and didn't love anyone else.

She eventually had to admit she just liked being promiscuous. Which led her back around to Hal. A lot of the things he said to her stuck in her mind, and as she thought about it, the more she decided that, if he was willing to roll with it, so should she.

So, thinking about going back to work on Monday after that eventful 4th of July weekend, Brittany decided she should try something new. When she'd committed to an idea in the shower shower on Sunday evening (after her daily workout), she felt a thrill of exhilaration.

I guess I'm doing this,

she realized.

Her big idea was skirts -- twice a week. It seemed innocent enough from an outside perspective. She'd even planned it out. She decided first she would wear one on Tuesday, when John was usually attending meetings for the better part of the day. Second on Friday, knowing that most of the managers left early.

Ever since her experience with the Ron's Renos guy, Jeremy, out of the back of his van, she had been feeling differently about work, which is why she wanted to start experimenting there. And the more she thought about it, the more she craved the kind of excitement she'd gotten that day.

On Monday, she waffled between thoughts of flashing Brian or Rick again -- which had been exciting -- and thoughts of flashing a stranger, like Ron's son, Jeremy. Rick had certainly shown more active interest in gaining her attention, but she maintained a mostly-professional attitude, if nothing else, because it was such a public place.

With the kind of summer she'd been having, she couldn't help but want to make something happen, though. The flare of nervous excitement she felt at the thought of being so adventurous was intoxicating. Especially since her adventures were so sexual. Without Hal's

explicit

consent, she still felt like it was her big, sexy secret, too.

Before everything started happening --

Before Hal put the idea in my head of having other guys touch me

she rationalized, it had been exciting enough just to think about things like that, when she was in the mood for it. She used to come in to work, see a customer in a certain situation, and daydream about a chance encounter.

With her mindset lately, she felt like it was always at least on the back of her mind. And she was actually trying to find ways to make it happen. So, twice a week, she decided to wear skirts.

That Tuesday had passed without incident -- it had been a busy day, and despite seeing the potential to make it happen, she became too nervous to act. Several times that day, she'd gone to the bathroom almost hyperventilating. By the end of Tuesday, though, she thought she had it figured out.

When Friday came, she went in wearing a skirt as planned, but she felt ready to act. She knew that with summer weather in full swing, no one would think twice about her wearing more revealing clothing, and she came in to work wearing a flowy black skirt that hung just above her knees. To emphasize the outfit, she wore a low-cut blouse.

The morning was spent working up her courage to make a move. It was a busier than normal day, and both John and Rick were in and out of the service center constantly to help customers. That left her to man the service center mostly alone, and she was constantly aware of the circumstances, trying to figure out the best moment to try out her first fantasy.

It was around midday when another opportunity arose. John was out late to lunch, and Rick had gone to the paint mixer to help a customer find a matching paint color for his garage.

A trim, middle-aged man walked over with a paper bag that looked heavy and set it on the ground by his feet. Brittany's body tingled with anticipation and she had a split second of hesitation.

Am I becoming a different person? I don't feel like a different person. If anything I feel

more

like me.

Brittany's thoughts turned over and over. Her palms were sweaty, and her breathing had come in shorter breaths. She felt like an electrical current was buzzing around her body.

I feel so different. When I felt this way before, I would just want to go home. How did so much change?

The thoughts continued as she said on autopilot, "Hi, welcome to Tray's Hardware Service Center. How can I help you?" Then she realized.

My anxiety. I have these nervous symptoms, but where's my anxiety??

The man stood up straight and held out a receipt. "Hi. I'd like to return a few things."

Brittany nodded, more confident in herself at her realization. She took the receipt trembling. Her hands had started shaking the moment he set his bag on the ground. "Sure thing, do you need to replace anything?" she asked slowly, trying to keep her breathing even.

The man shook his head. "Nope. Just found out I don't need any of it, so I wanted to get my money back."

Brittany nodded again and glanced over the receipt, put some information into her laptop and used the delay to take a deep breath. Then she leaned around the side of the service counter to peek into the paper bag.

As she leaned around, she pushed her breasts hard against the counter, pushing them high in her blouse. The middle-aged man suddenly had an easy view of a lot more cleavage. She felt her breasts threaten to break out of her blouse. She whispered, "One, two, three," counting the items in the bag to give herself an excuse to let him look.

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The man stared at her tits while she leaned over, two bushy eyebrows raised. Brittany made sure to take a little longer than necessary to examine the bag. Unfortunately for both of them, her bra did its job and there was no wardrobe malfunction. But Brittany noticed that the man seemed happy about the little display, so she looked back at her laptop, typed in a few more things, and came around to the side of her work station. A shot of adrenaline coursed through her. She took one more deep breath.

Brittany crouched down in front of the man. With two fingers from each hand, she carefully opened up the bag and looked inside. At first, she kept her knees closed, but she was careful to point them up at the man. He leaned against her counter looking down at her, one hand on her desk as he waited for her to check on his returns.

As she pawed through the bag, she leaned closer. As her body rocked closer. She spread her knees an inch. Then she leaned back, partially pulling out one of the items and closing her legs in the process. Open an inch again to reach toward the bottom, closed.

She was sure her thighs blocked any real view up her skirt, but in making the small moves, her skirt slid down her legs bit by bit.

The man was watching intently now and had practically forgotten about his returns. When Brittany felt her skirt had fallen far enough up her thighs, she repositioned her feet, tucking one knee underneath her and keeping the other one up. She reached into the bottom of the bag. She opened her legs wide enough to give the man a glimpse of her white underwear with pink trim.

The man grew very still, and Brittany continued to examine the contents of the bag. Her hands shook, so much she was afraid it would give away her little stunt, but the man didn't notice. Instead, he asked, "So, um, you might want to double check the um, the packaging on the wall screws. I think it got a little damaged, so. I just wouldn't want you getting in trouble for missing something."

Brittany looked up at him and smiled nervously. "Oh thanks! Let me have a closer look!" She reached back into the bottom of the bag, this time opening her legs wider. The man leaned down, pointing into the bag and coincidentally getting much closer to her open legs.

He could read the pink printed letters on the front:

"Wet!"

He admired her cotton underwear, took note of the little black bow on the waistband, and started to notice a the outline of her pussy. Brittany pulled out the wall screws he mentioned and said, "Are these the ones?"

He nodded, a bead of sweat forming on his brow as he leaned closer to point at the torn corner as he peered down her skirt. Brittany leaned back on her foot. Her skirt had ridden so high that it had practically dropped around her waist and her pink underwear was fully visible. Her new sitting position pulled the back of the underwear against the heel of her shoe, and pulled the fabric tight against her pussy, revealing the shape her of sex to the man, along with a darkening circle of spreading moisture.

Brittany carefully inspected the packaging, then looked up at the man who was hovering over her intently. His eyes flicked eagerly from her eyes to her crotch -- he couldn't seem to stop looking between her thighs.

Brittany's heart pounded hard in her chest, and her cheeks had bloomed rosily as she watched his needy eyes admire her underwear. She smiled widely, acting as if she didn't realize what was happening. "I think we can take these back. Anything else you need to see?"

The man didn't even realize how she'd phrased the question. He just nodded absently. "Um, yeah, could you maybe check the uh, the package there with the, um," he was stalling for time, and Brittany's pulse quickened as she drank in his attention.

Finally, he shook himself, and said, "Well, actually, no." He chuckled, embarrassed.

Brittany stood up and walked casually around to her laptop. "Everything should be okay on condition, sir. Thanks for pointing out those screws to me. I'll get your refund going now."

The guy almost asked her to check something else, wondering if he could push it further. Instead he nodded thanks and waited, dazed and grinning.

At this point, both of them were flustered. Brittany punched a few things into her laptop, put her signature on the receipt, and said, "Okay, you're good to go! Just take your receipt up to the front and they'll refund your money, either by card or with cash."

The man hesitated. Then he smiled and took his receipt. His hands shook too, Brittany noticed. "Thanks, Brittany," he said, glancing at her name tag.

As he walked away, Brittany collapsed onto her stool, shaking badly. She was so nervous she wasn't sure if she felt turned on by the stunt or not. Feeling woozy, she put a 'Back in 5!' sign on her counter and headed into the restroom.

When she sat down in one of the stalls, she closed her eyes and thought about what she'd done. She felt intoxicated by her excitement -- and the excitement in the man's eyes. Opening her legs in front of the complete stranger had been so intense, she'd even gotten

wet

.

Without realizing it, Brittany touched her wet pussy through the fabric of her underwear. She pushed the cotton against her clit and replayed the little scene in her head, imagining how it could have been different. She rubbed faster, thinking of ways she could have gone farther with it.

When her five minutes were up, she came out of the bathroom feeling much better. A soft glow and a small blush followed her to her counter, and she went about the rest of her day eagerly thinking of the next time.

John came back from lunch rather late, and made his way straight to Brittany's service counter. She eyed him as he approached. He carried a strong smell of alcohol on his breath when he leaned on her counter and said, "Hey, Brit. Something I've been meaning to remind you about is your holiday time."

Brittany knew she earned PTO, but never had a need to use it. John said, "You might remember, Tray's Hardware requires its employees to take the time off, rather than cutting a check for the accrued PTO while the employee continues to work." He waved his hands ambiguously. "Something about making sure employees aren't overworked while still giving them the means to afford vacation -- blah, blah blah."

John sighed, then continued, "This week was technically the last week for you to use it, so you have to take a few days off next week."

Brittany chuckled. "I could go for back to back vacation time. I don't think I'll have as much fun as I did for the 4th of July, though."

John hadn't learned any details about his employees' trip to the lake, but they'd both alluded to it several times that week. He narrowed his eyes, opened his mouth, and then shut it. "Well." Finally, he cracked a smile. "I hope you two will actually tell me about it sometime, dammit."

It wasn't like him to curse -- even mildly -- but Brittany knew he got pretty loose with some alcohol. He collected his thoughts as Brittany grinned slyly. "You'll tell me eventually. Or Rick will! Anyway, I think, if you wanted to, you could work on Friday. Or you could always take the whole week to use up last year's PTO. That way I won't have HR on my back, and you'd be able to use your first day of PTO for this year."

Brittany shrugged. "Okay. I could always see if Hal wants to go somewhere. Maybe he'll get a few days off and we can get out of town for a while?"

John smiled the same smile that Brittany assumed did all the work of putting him in management and said, "Great! I'll look forward to hearing about your vacation when you get back." John paused, then said. "Just call me if you, you know, need anything." She did not mistake the twinkle in his eye.

***

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Unfortunately, Hal wasn't able to get the time off. When he asked his boss, he was told it might have worked out if they'd given some notice a few weeks in advance, but there was too much work to be done during the summer to take a whole week off with no advanced notice.

The couple understood, and Hal even said he didn't blame his boss for asking him to keep working -- summer was a busy time of year, and Hal had agreed a long time ago that he wouldn't leave his boss hanging on short notice. Brittany conceded that she'd had brief chats with John about the PTO, but admitted that she forgot to bring it up. So after a relatively boring weekend, Brittany settled in for a lazy week at home.

Not entirely lazy, of course. She kept up with her workouts, she finally got around to some crafts that had been sitting around for forever. She watched videos and scrolled through social media, and she texted Hal, Rick, Cally, and even John. She masturbated in various rooms in her house -- on Tuesday she got a small scare when she realized that some passing college boys had stopped outside her house to watch her face through the large window in the living room. Later, that scare turned to excitement as she recalled the eager faces of those young men.

Tuesday night, Brittany was doing the dishes when she heard the front door open. Hal walked in, and instead of a greeting, he said, "So babe."

He took off his jacket and tossed it over a chair. She dried her hands, and turned around, giving him her full attention.

"I was putting some reupholstered seats in a '67 Mustang today, and the boss came out to chat. Apparently, he's got some paperwork that's pretty backed up from earlier this year, and when I mentioned your situation, with being at home all week, he was wondering if you would help out? He said he'd pay you pretty well. Want to make some extra money on top of your PTO?"

Brittany looked thoughtful as she played with the tips of her bright blonde hair, pulled over her shoulder in a pony tail. "I mean, I guess it depends. Do you think it's work I could actually do?" she asked. She turned back to the dishes in the sink as Hal continued.

Her boyfriend nodded, even though she wasn't looking at him anymore. "I mean, yeah, it sounds like it's just file organization and maybe some bookkeeping if you have the time at the end."

"Hmmm," Brittany mused. "Yeah, I mean, that doesn't sound too hard. I'm already bored, anyway," she chuckled. She stood up a little straighter and adjusted her tank tops, bouncing her tits around to fit them more comfortably under the multiple layers.

"That's why I never took my vacation in the first place," she lamented with a chuckle. "How much does he want to pay me?"

Hal looked meaningfully at Brittany. "He said twenty bucks an hour."

"Woah," Brittany said, eyes wide as she turned to face Hal again. "I make less at Tray's!"

"And," Hal said. "A bonus at the end! But he didn't say how much."

Brittany nodded quickly. "Tell him I'm in! When should I go in?"

Hal shrugged his shoulders. "He said if you're interested, to come in during business hours."

"Wow. This sounds like it'll be great! I'm already making my regular hours with my paid time off. Adding twenty bucks an hour on top of that, though? I need to start shopping!" she joked.

Hal shrugged with a laugh. "Do what makes you happy babe! How's that phrase go? If it don't feel good, why do it in the first place?" Brittany

hmm'

d in thoughtful agreement. She was still scrubbing at the dishes.

Hal leaned against the table, looking off to the side. "Um, I should say."

Brittany glanced over her shoulder.

"I mean, I think I've mentioned it before, but Cade can be kind of a lady's man."

"Oh, yeah, I remember something like that."

"Yeah, I mean, I just want you to be prepared, since you'll probably be in his office for most of the time. He can get a little overbearing for some girls, and I doubt you being my girlfriend will bother him much."

Brittany turned around to face Hal and leaned against the counter. "Overbearing how?"

Hal looked uncomfortable. "I guess I've seen him flirt pretty hard with a lot of girls. He makes a lot of, um,

compliments,

I guess. One time I saw him get pretty touchy, too -- slapping the girl's ass, a hand on her leg -- that kind of thing -- but that girl seemed like a different case. Anyway, I just figure you should know he's... well, he's a young guy with a lot of testosterone and an even bigger ego."

Hal seemed more uncomfortable about Cade than her, so Brittany didn't think she needed to worry about it. It did make her more comfortable thinking about how she'd deal with him. After a few moments of comfortable silence, Brittany said, "So, you think I should give him a hard time, babe?"

Hal rolled his eyes and scoffed playfully. "That's not exactly what I was getting at babe. I think he'll want to give you a 'hard time!'"

Months ago, Brittany realized, she would have been a little frozen by that comment. She couldn't help but blush, and that might never change, but her response was much different than it might have been early that year. She said, "Think I should let him, if he gives me a bigger bonus?"

Her sly expression sold it for Hal, and he knew she was just teasing him, but something clicked in his mind. He caught a glimpse of his girlfriend coming out of her shell in a way he didn't think she ever would. The comment made something else click, too, and he found himself suddenly wanting to carry her off to their bed.

For the moment, he settled for, "Well damn babe, it depends on how much! Maybe he'll finally give me that raise? It's been long enough," he griped.

That one actually got one of her old responses. She gasped and chuckled, "Babe!" She threw the towel she'd been using to dry dishes at Hal. Before he could add to the comment, she turned back to finish the pots and pans.

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