I've evolved into an open relationship. My husband has a girlfriend, and I have a bunch of guys I rotate through. One that I'd stumbled across via Tinder was the guy in the mail room at work, Philip. He's been moved on to a new company, but we had several adventures, and when he's back in our office, we often hook up again. Recently one of my coworkers, Emily, has started taking an interest in my sex life, getting involved whenever she can.
I was at work when the phone rang, and I got some sexy, good news.
"Who was that?" said Emily. "You seemed excited to take the call."
"It was Philip."
"And?" she asked.
"He's going to be in the mailroom, and wants to meet me for... uh... lunch."
"Us."
I looked at her questioningly.
"I want to watch you two together."
"Well," I said, "I can't promise he'll be OK with that."
"Hmmm," she said. "We'll have to see what we can do to make him OK with that."
I picked up my phone, and pointed towards the elevator. Emily grabbed her bag and stood up to follow me.
"I want to stop at the rest room," I said. "I know Philip doesn't really like pantyhose, so I'm going to take mine off."
We walked over to the women's rest room, and I went in, expecting Emily to wait outside. She didn't, she came in with me. I went to a stall, and she followed me over. She held out her hand, and took my phone, pointing the camera at me.
"Do you want to watch?" I asked, sort of knowing the answer.
"Yes," she said.
I sighed. Fine, whatever.
I pulled my skirt up, grabbed the waist of my pantyhose and pulled it down to my knees. I sat on the toilet so I could take my shoes off, and take my hose off my feet.
Emily held her spare hand out, and I gave her my pantyhose.
"Why don't you take your boring panties off too?"
She was right. I was wearing boring panties, because I'd expected a boring day in the office. I guessed Philip wasn't going to miss peeling off pink cotton bikinis much, so I stood back up and pulled them down, stepping out of them.
Emily held her hand out again, and I passed them to her and pulled down and straightened my skirt.
"Are you wearing a boring bra?"
I nodded.
"Why not take that off as well?"
I shrugged. I was sure Phil would like me showing up without underwear on, so I took my suit jacket off and handed it to Emily. My blouse was one of my tighter white ones that comes to mid-forearm, and the sleeves are too tight to really pull my bra straps down. I unbuttoned it, and took it off. Emily took it from me, and I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. She took that too.
Emily held my jacket out to me, and I tried to take my blouse.
"Go on," she said, "just the jacket. It'll be sexy."
I sighed again, and took the jacket from her, putting it on and doing up all the buttons. It would be obvious to anybody I saw that I wasn't wearing a blouse, but it's not like they'd see my tits or anything.
She put the camera away, and put my clothes in her bag.
We left the rest room and headed for the elevator, going down to the mail room. It's a pretty stark white corridor, and it's usually quiet down there at lunchtime. Just as we got to the door, and I was about to knock, Emily stopped me. She was holding my phone again.
"Strip."
"Excuse me?"
"Strip off - you've said he's opened the door to you naked before, so have him open the door to you, naked."
I appreciated the word play.
"But..."