Wearing a button-up dress with garterbelt and stockings underneath, and sandals, you drive to the office park as shown on the map I sent you. Your heart beating a little more quickly than usual in anticipation; you nervously glance over the landscape as you park your car. The lot appears empty.
Walking across the lot, there is little wind to blow your hair or dress. You find the corridor between the two building wings, and there is only a slight breeze drifting down the channel, causing the wind chimes to occasionally chime. The only other sound besides your footsteps is the water circulating in the fish ponds, cascading down the little waterfalls.
After admiring the fish swimming around their ponds, you find the park benches shown on the map, glancing around for any signs, and wonder where the phone is. Someone seems to have left some sunglasses in a case on the ground next to the bench. Maybe that someone will remember they left them there and come back for them later. Anyway, they are not yours, and you leave them alone. You sit down in the designated bench, facing the darkened windows of one of the office buildings, your back to another darkened office building. You are glad that it's a weekend afternoon, and no one seems to be around. Still, you are nervous, wondering what may happen next.
After a few minutes of silence, you are slightly startled to hear a phone ringing. The sound seems to be coming from directly behind you. Knowing that you must answer it, you get up to find it. As you lean over the park bench, you find it taped to the back of the bench. You reach down to pull it loose, and then put it to your ear.
"Hello?" you say, somewhat timidly.
"Hello, Abi. You look very nice from behind, but I want to see more of you. Please sit down."
Saying "OK" you turn around and take a seat on the bench, your eyes scanning the dark windows for any sign of activity. You see none.
"That's a nice dress you are wearing, Abi; you look very attractive in it. I like it."
"Thank you," you say into the phone.
"You're welcome. However, you have too many buttons buttoned on it. I want you to unbutton the top three, and bottom four for me. Do that now, Abi."
Placing the phone on the bench, you look around, then slowly unbutton the top three buttons of your dress. You don't move the material aside, but someone to the side of you could easily see a profile your breast, unhindered by any bra. You have to bend down slightly to reach the bottom buttons of your dress, and after you unfasten the bottom four and return to an upright position, a little more of your little titties are showing as you pick up the phone for further instructions.
"Very good, Abi. I like what I see so far. What I would like to see now are the tops of your thighs. Show me."
You shift your position towards your right side, and pull the dress up so that I can see some of your white left thigh, above your tan stocking top. "No, Abi, I meant both of them. Sit up straight, unbutton another couple of buttons, and pull your dress up and apart so that I can see both of your white thighs."
