I was very happy with my company and my career. I started working for this company as a sales rep and after two years or so, I was moved into the home office as a 1st level manager. A year later, I was promoted to a second level manager. I was a nice set up, I had my own office and an assistant to help with scheduling and routine administrative tasks. The people in our office were great to work with. They were young and a lot of fun. Our company was having a lot of success -- which made us all feel great.
Then my administrative assistant retired, so I had to hire a replacement. I asked my girlfriend, Susie, if she would be interested in the position. She jumped at the opportunity. Knowing Susie, I made her promise that she would behave in a professional manner. She agreed and I hired her.
Just a little about Susie. She is mid-20's, 5'2", 105 pounds, very cute, ultra-competitive and has a body that people would do anything for. I began dating her in high school and thru time as we became sexually active, I helped transform Susie from just being a "knock-out" into being a "knock-out" who was also a cock-teasing exhibitionist. It all started when I began to make bets with Susie. When she would lose, I'd make her do things like take her bra off and unbutton 2 or 3 buttons on her shirt so it would be easy for people to see her boobs and her nipples. Or I'd make her wear very short skirts that I had taken to get altered ... meaning quite a bit shortened. I've made her pump gas in a small t-shirt and panties, wear very revealing outfits to school or anywhere in public and be a show-off at movie theaters, restaurants and at the beach.
She liked the thrill of flashing and showing off and almost getting caught, and well, actually getting caught. So, I'd always have my hands all over her, up her skirts or down her shorts. Touching her nipples and pussy would get an immediate response from her, making her horny as hell and begging to have sex.
So, for the 1st 3 months of her employment, everything was "normal". Susie did a very nice job, she got to know everyone, and she fit right in. The people in our office didn't know that Susie was my girlfriend. Then one day I walked over to her cubicle to ask her to do something. The way she was sitting and leaning forward, I could see right down her top. Her top had the first two buttons unbuttoned which was a pretty sexy look for the office environment. I couldn't resist, I reached over to her top and undid another button. Then I massaged her boob and pinched her nipples for a minute while I looked around to make sure no one could see what I was doing. I said, "Your bra sure looks nice, but it doesn't cover your nipples very well."
Susie moaned and rubbed my cock (which, to be clear, was still in my pants). She said, "The guys keep coming around to talk with me and it's obvious when they are looking down my top. If I lean forward just a little, they get a pretty nice view. They're terrible and now that you've unbuttoned me even more, I'll be showing all them even more of my boobs. I'll be embarrassed. I should probably button up, don't you think?"
I said, "You little cock-teaser, you love them looking down your top and getting all hard because of you. I should take you into my office spank your cute-as-hell ass. But I'm not going to, so just sit here are behave yourself."
Susie said, "OK, but if they come back, they'll see my boobs. And I'd hate that .... oh, and by the way, I can see that you have a little hard-on. And I'd hate it if you pulled my pants down and spanked me, especially right here where everyone could see." And she reached over and squeezed the head of my cock.
I couldn't take it, I turned and walked away and into my office with a huge grin on my face. About 20 minutes later, I noticed that 2 guys from the office, Dan and Kevin had walked up to Susie's cubicle and were joking with her. They stayed for about 15 minutes, I'm sure they were getting an "eye-full". A little bit after they left, another pair of guys (Paul & Gerry) came over to chat. It was nice to see how they were all "taking such good care" of Susie. Word was getting around.
After the guys left, I asked Susie to come into my office. I asked how things were going. She said, "It was great talking and joking with those guys, they are funny. But, well.... My blouse kept falling open kinda like it is now."
Because I unbuttoned that button on her blouse, when she moved her blouse would fall open and expose at least one, if not both, of her bra-covered boobs. It wasn't just a little of her thin bra showing, it was her entire boob on display, and because her sexy bra was so thin, her nipples were very easy to see, too. I asked, "Ya, your shirt is so open I can see both of your perky, tight tits, didn't you know you blouse was open?"
"Well, a couple of times I did, so I'd kinda cover my boobs up. But then I'd move again, and my boobs would fall out and they'd stay that way until I realized they were staring at my boobs. You know I couldn't re-do the button because the boss, you, had unbuttoned it. But the guys were harmless and cute, and I could tell they were trying to position themselves to get the best look."
"I bet you helped them with the view, didn't you?
"Well, I wasn't too obvious about it, but I probably should have been a little more careful. I kind of leaned forward a couple of times a little more than I should have and maybe didn't cover up my boobs as quickly as I could have. But I don't think it was too bad."
"I bet they enjoyed that, huh? And you did, too, right?"
"We were laughing and joking the whole time, and maybe flirting a little, too"
"Were they too aggressive, what did they do?"
"They were fine. Just the normal teasing stuff, but it honestly got a little ... hot. They said I didn't need to cover my boobs for them, in fact they said they barely noticed that my boobs were out most of the time except when I was walking around. They said when I was walking, my boobs were bouncing out of my top. Afterall, they said, they are focused on work. I'm not sure I believed them. I apologized for putting them in such an embarrassing situation. They kept saying no problem over and over again. I just giggled and sort of glanced at their hard-ons that continued to grow. They said that I shouldn't wear a bra at all especially since the one they were seeing is so thin, it was like nothing anyway. But I told them that if I didn't wear a bra, they'd be able to see my nipples. They told me to look down at my beautiful, full boobs, as they called them. I did, and, um... my shirt happened to be wide open, again, and they were right. I said again that I was sorry that my nipples were so hard and easy to see, and I hope my boobs weren't too much of a distraction for them. They kept teasing me. They asked if my panties matched my bra. I just laughed, but they asked again and said they really wanted to know. So, I told them yes, my panties matched my bra and were see-thru, too. But I couldn't just show them, they'd just have to use their imagination. Luckily, I guess, they had to go to a meeting so that broke up their teasing."
Well, that started the sexy cascade. From then on, Susie usually was bra-less when she came into work. Her cubicle became the most popular place in the office, especially as her skirts got shorter and shorter. And of course, she would continually tease me, and the other guys, to have fun.
Some days she would come into my office with her pants unbuttoned and her zipper pulled down, and she would act like everything was normal. She would casually ask me some basic questions, just playing around, teasing me. As we would talk, she would put her hand down the front of her pants and would play with herself. She'd say things like, "These damn pants keep popping open, gosh, I wonder if they were open when I walked over to the kitchen." Or she would pull her pants down a little, showing me more of her panties and would say things like, "Are these pants too low?" By the way, my door would always be open, so if someone walked in, she would be easily seen. Showing off and taking those chances was how she kept her day "interesting." She would continue to stir the pot, "Dan says he likes these light blue panties better than the black ones. Can you please buy me some more light blue ones so I can wear them for him, again?"
Other times I'd walk over to her cube and her skirt would be pulled up to her waist. She'd say things like, "Gerry said that of all my panties, he likes these white ones the best. Paul likes them, too."
So, I'd ask, "How does he know which ones look the best on you?"
"He makes bets with me all the time, and well, I usually lose."
"What's that got to do with your panties?"