My husband, Dave, and I are in an open relationship. He has a girlfriend, and I have a couple of guys I tap when I'm feeling horny. Recently, though, I've been spending time with my co-worker, Emily, who's become very interested in my sex life. Dave doesn't seem to like Emily being part of all this - he thinks she pushes me to do things I don't want to do, but that's not true... I usually want to do them when she suggests them, but I wouldn't do them without a little push. I guess Dave's worried about me getting caught in the wrong place at the wrong time and losing my job, but I'm careful. I've also started telling Dave after events, rather than telling him about planned events.
Not everything's planned though.
It was the end of the fiscal quarter and there was a lot to do at work. Emily and I had been asked to start a couple of hours early for the next two weeks to get everything done on time, and we'd get paid overtime for it. I was happy enough to go in, and the extra money would be nice, too.
Dave was worried that Emily would get me to do something, but I figured we'd be too busy.
Still, Emily seemed enthusiastic as well, and we showed up on our first early day and got a lot done.
The whole building was empty, other than security at the desk in reception, and a cleaner, Herman, who went around every other day and emptied the trash cans. The main cleaners, with the vacuums and dusters and everything, were in overnight, so he was just making sure everything looked nice before the day started.
Herman was an odd young guy. He was friendly enough, but I, at least, got an odd feeling from him, like he was fantasizing about us naked even when he was talking to us. But still, he was friendly enough so I was friendly back to him. Other than passing him my trash can, I concentrated on my work, but Emily chatted with him and they seemed to get on well. She found that he was eighteen, and was working here for the summer before going off to college.
After the first week, it seemed pretty obvious that we were going to easily be finished on time.
Still, we got to the office at six on the second Monday. Ken, the security guard, let us in, and we went to our desks, hung up our coats and started working through the paperwork. I noticed that Emily was wearing quite a short skirt. It was mid thigh, pretty much the same length as my cute little wrap around skirt, but she usually wears something closer to her knees. If not below them. I didn't really think much of it.
About thirty minutes later, Herman came through with his cart.
"Herman," Emily said as he was heading out of her cubicle towards mine, "can you help us out for a minute?"
I didn't think about it, so I just wheeled my chair back and pulled my trash can out to hand it to him.
"Sure, what do you need?"
He took the can from me and emptied it into the large can on his cart that he'd left in the corridor.
"We're having a competition," Emily went on, coming over to my cubicle too, "to see who has the sexiest panties. Could you judge it for us?"
We were? This was news to me. I just stared at her.
Herman seemed surprised, and intrigued. A smile crossed his lips.
"I guess," he said, "what do you win?"
"The winner gets to keep her panties," she said smiling at him sweetly.
"Emily," I started, "I don't think..."
"Nonsense," she said, "Herman'll be a great judge."
I sighed. I knew I was going to lose, as I hadn't known this was coming, so I was wearing plain cotton panties. I was sure she'd be wearing something sexy.
She came and stood by me, maybe a little crowded, and pulled her skirt up. She was wearing some blue lacy panties under her pantyhose. They weren't that sexy, but they were lacy. Sexier than mine.
"Come on," she badgered me.
I stood up, and pulled my skirt up, showing my pink cotton panties.
Herman, bless him, took a good long look at both our panties.
"Emily has the sexier panties," he said, with a satisfied air.
"Yay!" she squealed.
"Now I guess I'll get back to work."
"Oh," said Emily, "I don't think I told you... you get to keep the loser's panties."
Fuck.
"And, obviously, because they're yours now, you get to take them off her."
Fuck fuck.
Herman brightened up. He took his gloves off, and came over to me. I stood there, stunned, still holding my skirt up.
"I'll take my pantyhose off," I told him.
"No," said Emily, "he can do it."
Fuck fuck fuck.
I held on to the hem of my skirt while Herman knelt down and plucked at the waistband of my pantyhose. While he was sliding them down my legs, I stepped out of my shoes, and when he brought them down to my feet, I stepped out of my hose too.
He reached up again, grabbing my panties, and slid them down my legs, slowly. When he got to just below my knees, Emily said "stop, she can step out of them there."
I did, and gave him a good look at my pussy, twice, as I was having to lift my feet so high.
Herman took his prize, and I dropped my skirt. He stood up, sniffing my panties before putting them in his pocket.
"Thank you ladies," he said, grinning at me.
"Thanks," said Emily, heading back to her desk.
Herman kept looking at me as he went back to his cart.
I picked up my pantyhose and started putting them on, listening to him as he whistled his way slowly across the office.
I spent the rest of the morning slightly uncomfortable because I didn't have any panties on. And that was turning me on.
"Let's go and get lunch," Emily said, making me jump. I'd been staring at the screen and tapping away into a spreadsheet, but there she was, looming over me.
"I was just going to grab a sandwich or something," I told her.
"Nonsense, I said I'd meet a friend for lunch. You should come along."
"Fine," I said. It'd do me good to get away from the office for a little while.
I grabbed my bag, and followed Emily. We ended up in a little diner just down the street from the office.
Emily told the hostess we were meeting someone, and led me to a semi-circular booth towards the back. There was a single guy sitting there, and he brightened up when he saw her. He put his menu down, and Emily pushed me forward.
"Gary," she said, "this is my coworker Sue."
"Hi," I said.
Emily ushered me in, to sit next to Gary and followed me in, so I was sitting between them. I pulled my skirt down to try and cover myself.
The waitress came and took our drinks orders, and left an extra menu.
"How's your day going?" Emily asked Gary.
"Just fine," he said, looking up at the waitress as she dropped off our drinks.
"Are you ready to order?" she asked.
I hadn't even looked at the menu yet, but Emily ordered us both BLTs, and Gary said that sounded good. The waitress took the menus, and Gary watched her walk away.
He turned back to us.
"How's your day going?"
"Great," Emily said, "I won this morning."
"Won?" Gary asked.
"Yes," she said, "we had a little competition, Sue and me, and I won."
"What did you win?
"I got to keep my panties," she said. Gary almost spat his drink out.
"So," he said, looking slyly at me, "does that mean you're not wearing panties?"
"She's not," Emily said. "Show him."
She pulled the flap of my skirt aside, showing Gary, and our returning waitress, my pussy through my pantyhose.
There was a clattering as she dropped our plates onto the table, then hurried away looking embarrassed. I don't know why she looked embarrassed.
I pulled the flap back over to cover myself up again.
"Can we just eat lunch?" I asked.
"Sure," said Emily.
I wasn't so sure about Gary, but Emily started eating.
I picked up my sandwich and started eating. We ate in silence. I was so embarrassed that my mouth was dry and I was having trouble swallowing, so I was drinking a fair amount.
I was drinking so much, in fact, that I needed to use the bathroom.
"I'm just going to go and powder my nose," I said, shuffling myself towards Emily.
Emily shuffled out of the booth, and I followed her. Just as I went to stand up, I felt a scratch on my right calf. I finished getting out, and looked down at my leg. Just fucking great... something had scratched my leg, laddering my pantyhose.
"You've..." Emily started.
"I know," I said. "It's truly not my day."
I was feeling sorry for myself as I headed to the ladies' room. I leaned on the door just as it opened, luckily I didn't fall in.
"Oh, I'm sorry," our waitress said.
"No," I said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for Emily to flash my... you know..."
"That's fine," she said, "it was just a bit of a shock, that's all."
She backed up to let me in.
"You know your hose is..."
"Yes," I said. "I guess I'll have to take them off."
"I'd like to see that," she said, grinning at me.
I just looked at her.
"No, really," she said, "I'd like to see that."
I shrugged. Whatever, it seemed like everybody gets to see my pussy today.
I pulled my skirt up, put my thumbs in the waistband and pulled my pantyhose down. I shuffled my feet out of my shoes and trod my way out of them, putting my feet back into my shoes.
"How was that?" I asked her.
"Just great," she said.
I dropped my skirt, bent down and collected my pantyhose, dropping them in the garbage can.
The waitress was still watching me.
"I was going to powder my nose?"
"I'd like to watch that, too," she said.
