Deana Starts New Job
(First I want to preface this chapter by saying I have never received this much feed back from a story, even if it was negative. Was wondering if anyone was enjoying my other stories, so I went a different direction to see if that would get feedback. Y'all need to remember, Not only myself, but others like a little feed back on our work, especially if it's good. I will try and stay in the genera I prefer going forward.)
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It had been a month or so since Deana had started learning the complete operations of the warehouse for her husband's electrical supply company.
She had also got into the habit of wearing less and showing more. Even giving her husband road head on the way home from work, while naked in the front seat of their truck. She knew he was letting truckers look down as her ass and puffy lips as he mauled her tits, which only increased the intensity of the her excitement, leading to her enjoying him showing her off more and more.
Deana knew more about the electrical supply business than she realized. She had helped keep the company running during COVID when help was difficult to find or the employees they had were out sick with family or sick themselves.
Just before everything went to crap, Deana actually managed the installation of the new inventory and accounting software system for the firm, something she was quite familiar with and helped her learn the mechanics of the business.
Working with the retiring warehouse manager, he stayed on just long enough to help her become more familiar with the actual operations and the secrets.
He left after about two weeks leaving her on her own to learn the rest of what she didn't know about inventory management, shipping and receiving, and get to know the regular clients.
While learning her new job she also dressed as her husband had asked in hopes of increasing sales and return clients. She was liking the short shorts, mini skirts, thin, low or cropped tops, sometimes short dresses they both were ordering for her, running up a sizable bill on the credit card buying cheap Chinese clothing. All while getting used to no longer wearing bras or panties, sometimes being a bit forgetful when she was trying to do too many things at once surprising g clients and staff.
Over the weeks she began to notice some guys stopping by daily instead on once a week, like they had been when she first started.
While actually starting to enjoy the looks, flirting and attention she was getting from her customers in the hot humid warehouse, while she was pulling product and loading bulk items. She was yearning the looks on their faces when she would accidentally give them a view of her braless boobs, or lifting boxes into the back of a truck wearing one of the loose cropped tank tops feeling the bottom of her top brush across her nipples.
On some occasion when she knew she had shown a bit too much, like her husband had told her to do, she would think back to the pictures of herself the night of her party, dancing naked with the woman on the dance floor and when she was bent over naked in the men's room taking on two guys at a time. She would fantasize what it would be like to do it and remember it all with some of these guys.
She had no idea why but the scenes kept running through her mind, wishing she could remember, making up her visions of being there in her mind. Knowing deep down, in the past it had been foreplay talk with her husband and maybe that's why she let it happen.
Deana began thinking about wanting more and more to remember or even let it happen again maybe, so she could have a memory of unbridled sex with strangers.
Eventually little fantasies started popping into her head as she helped some of the young hot guys placing orders as they stared at her jiggling tits. Them taking her in the isle, bending her over a create and using her as a sex toy. Or even meeting them on a job site and letting them have their way with her in unfinished buildings.
It was a few weeks later and she realized how much her fantasies had led to her actually being the one initiating sex with her husband, not just in the bed room, but in the kitchen, in the pool, by the pool, in his office, on the way home, a time or two in parking garages after a date night.
Her usually being naked at home most of the time didn't help the situation, she had actually become accustomed to being nude around the house.
When they got home on Wednesday evening there were a few Amazon packages at the side door to the kitchen.
After pouring herself a glass of Moscato, she opened the flat package to find a sexy and very short pleated skirt, one of the items her husband had been buying her, she liked the minimal little outfits as well the last few months.
Eager to try on the skirt, she wiggled out of the jean shorts she was wearing and stepped into the skirt as her husband came in from bringing the trash can up from the street. She was wearing a button up vest with the shorts, a top Randy had also ordered. It was low cut and showed a lot of pushed up cleavage.
"Damn that looks sexy on you, you do know you have lost a few pounds too, that ass is getting tight!" He told her.
She ran her hands over the back of the skirt, "a bit short don't you think?" She giggled.
"Oh yeah, quite short, you can wear it Friday and that fluffy black cropped tank top too."
She giggled, "yeah I have noticed some of the other guys like that one too, especially when I am lifting things!"
He smiled at her, "and why is that?"
She sipped her wine, "because my nipples show when I lift my arms!"
"You didn't tell me that," he grinned.
"You didn't ask!" She snipped back at him. "I need to run to Publix, need anything?"
"Not that I can think off, everything should be in the shopping app."
She took another sip of wine, grabbed her purse and headed out the door. Her husband watched the short palettes bouncing off her ass as she walked out the back door. He now realizing just how short it was on her, not leaving much material hiding her ass cheeks.
She hadn't drove her red and black convertible Mini Cooper in a week or so and decided to take it instead of the big truck. Deana loved the feel of the little car when she drove it. Fast, hugs the road, wind blowing around her, just fun to drive.
She hopped in and put her seat belt on, realizing just how short the skirt her husband had got her was on thighs. She lifted it up and saw if it were any shorter she would be on display to other drivers.
The seat belt rode just above the hem not leaving any room for error if she wiggled too much. Dropping the top while putting her hair up using a scrunchie, she then gave the tiny skirt a little tug to try and cover a bit more of her bare thighs from onlookers but it didn't help.
