Living in the country, it's a little easier to stay in shape, but it wasn't always that way.
Having a nine to five office job makes it a nit more difficult, to stay in shape, and the best way I have found to keep my legs slim and my butt firm, is to bike to and from work. Besides the health and physical benefits, I get to wear sleek, skin tight biking outfits. Or if I'm feeling especially daring, which is most of the time, I wear one of my short "professional" skirts.
The city I use to live in isn't all that big and it doesn't take long to start recognizing people and vise versa. I always love the feeling that passes over the faces of those that recognize me when they come into my office to deliver or pick up something. I usually give them something to look at when they do see me. I keep all my packages far from my desk, so that I have to get up and that's when if they are quick, they get a little peek between my legs, or when I bend over they can get a good look down my blouse.
The company I worked for was based out of a larger city on the west coast, so it was usually just me. I unfortunately had to work on a particular fourth of July one time, they main office was in an audit and I had to fax them things from time to time all day. I was going to make the best of it though, so I dressed in my sexiest work outfit. A short black skirt, with a matching black jacket. Under that, a sheer silk camisole, that was really transparent. No bra or panties today, it's all about freedom today. Since I wasn't wearing a bra, my nipples stayed hard, from the cool air of the office and they poked through the thin fabric.
I called for a messenger and waited for them to come pick up a small box that was being shipped to my own PO box, just so I would have something for them to come get. I sat back in my chair, unbutton my jacket letting my breasts be seen by who ever came in. I was getting excited and could feel the moisture between my legs growing. I reached down and found my hardening clit and started rubbing it. It didn't take long to push me past the point of no return, I grabbed the desk and had to bite my lip to keep quiet when I came, I nearly fell into the floor from thrusting my hips into my hand. Just then I heard the bell for the door.....good thing I had locked the door or this guy would have came in to see my fucking myself.
I jumped up, smoothed my skirt, and headed for the door. I must have still been a little flushed or my eyes been glazed over in the way they do after I have had a really good orgasm, cause the messenger looked at me oddly. It was then that I noticed his eyes kept flicking up and down trying not to be too obvious. He was staring at my tits. I stepped back not bothering to cover up much, let him see me again before I turned, also so I could see him. A quick glance portrayed a lean muscular body and a very handsome face.
"Do you mind waiting for a minute? I have to put the address on," I asked, "you can come in and wait, " I added as I turn and gave a little swing in my hips. He nodded and followed me back to my desk and I could almost feel his eyes burning into my ass. Coming around to the back side he stopped and waited, I bent over as if looking in the drawers for the address. This allowed him a good view of my bare chest. My neck line on my blouse was very low and loose. My heart began to race even faster, all I wanted to do was have this guy push me against the wall, tear open my blouse and put those huge hands all over me.