Big thanks to Cambria Rose for editing my stories. Without her they'd simply be a mess of spelling errors, bad grammar and lazy punctuation.
This is only my second submission so all comments/criticisms are welcome and encouraged.
Thank you for reading.
Laura was smiling as she stirred awake. Without opening her eyes, she rolled lazily onto her back and dropped her right hand down between her legs. She could feel the beginnings of her arousal, brought on by a particularly sexy dream that she found she couldn't recall, but had left its presence felt.
This type of dream was occurring more frequently of late. Most likely due to her being aroused more frequently as well. Ever since the first time she had seen Alex masturbating on the couch in her office. That was nearly three weeks ago now, and she'd watched him five times since then.
As she lay there caressing her mound, she considered slipping her hand in her knickers. Then she remembered hazily that she had some errands to run before work. If she wanted to get them all done she had to get up pretty much right away.
With a sigh she squeezed her pussy and let out a soft moan, before rolling off the bed and sauntering off to the bathroom. She took a quick shower, examining her smooth pussy closely while she was there.
She had never had a problem with her pubic hair before, but she recently saw a survey in one of her magazines that said sixty-seven percent of today's men prefer a woman to keep herself well groomed down there. She decided to give it a try and bought some hair removal mousse.
Then she considered how she wanted it to look. She had no experience though, and ended up going online to see how today's women styled their nethers. Some of them looked funny, with shapes or pictures styled in to the hair. Others were actually scary. Not so much the hair style, but a few had tattoos. One was even an ugly great tattoo of a monsters face right over her privates. Laura wondered why any woman would want that.
But in amongst all the funny or scary pictures were a few nice ones that gave her some ideas. She could have a landing strip, or maybe a little inverse triangle. She could style it into a love heart, although she did think that might be pushing it a little for her first time. In the end she decided to take it all off and see how she liked it. If she wanted to try something else she could just let it grow back.
She looked at her smooth lips closely, pulling the soft skin this way and that. She had used the mousse two days ago, and the first time she gave herself an orgasm afterwards, she couldn't believe how nice her pussy felt. She could feel so much more sensation now, not just on the inside or her clit, but all over her swollen labia. She wondered why she hadn't done this before. As she examined herself, she was pleased with her efforts. No stray hairs or peach fuzz, just smooth soft skin.
But this wasn't the only change Laura had made in her life recently. She had made a lot of small changes. Each one a tiny insignificant event to an observer, but collectively representing a significant shift in Laura's perspective.
She had bought herself almost a whole new wardrobe, suddenly viewing her old clothes as stuffy, dowdy, or repressed. She didn't suddenly start wearing mini-skirts or hot pants. But instead of long flowing skirts that went past her knees, she bought a few that came down to a few inches above the knee. And a few summer dresses too, with bright colours and floral patterns.
Instead of her usual frumpy blouses, she bought a pair of tight sweaters with a plunging neckline, suddenly finding her cleavage again. So happy was she with how these sweaters showed off her boobs, she bought some new brassieres to give them a bit more lift and push.
Not that she needed it.
She was particularly proud of her 34C boobs. They still bounced sexily when she went for a run, and they could still turn a man's head. She just wanted to make sure they were at their best when they were on show. She even found herself buying a tight, almost completely sheer, dark red blouse. She wasn't sure if she'd ever have the nerve to wear it, but at the time she wanted something that was a little dangerous, sexy and exciting. So she thought, 'To hell with it!', and bought it.
She bought panties to go with the brassieres, and even a new pair of stockings and a suspender belt. She hadn't worn them to work yet. Despite her new found appreciation for herself, wearing stockings and suspenders to work might be a little overboard. Still, she was glad she had bought them, and would definitely find a suitable occasion to wear them.
She had her hair done. Her long auburn hair now was straight with a curve in at the bottom, framing her face nicely. She was especially pleased with the result. Her new look took years off her, despite her only being twenty-seven.
She had starting wearing make-up again. She wasn't sure when she had stopped. Probably a few years ago when her husband stopped noticing her, with or without make-up. She wasn't layering it on, just a little lipstick and foundation. Just enough to make her feel good.
Separately, these were subtle little changes. But together, they added up to a completely new Laura. 'Well, not quite', she thought, but different enough that anyone who hadn't seen her in a month or two would notice. Except her husband, and he hadn't seen her in years.
Laura finished toweling off and threw the wet towel in the washing basket. She walked naked to the bedroom and opened up her wardrobe. She spent a few minutes looking at her new clothes, before selecting one of her summer dresses. Yellow with little white flowers, it was a little bright for the office, but it was a beautiful sunny day outside and she felt like dressing appropriately for it.
'Besides, what are they going to do,' she thought, 'fire me for wearing a dress?'
She placed the dress on her bed and then opened her underwear drawer. She avoided anything overly sexy. 'Wouldn't go with the dress' she mused. Instead, she opted for white cotton with pink trim and some little pink flowers. 'That works quite well' she thought, happy with herself.
She picked a white bra that really helped the girls stand out. When she wore it, she sometimes blushed just from the feeling that her boobs were so out there, so obviously on show. She didn't even need to see anybody looking at her; she just blushed a little anyway. But she loved the feeling like someone might be staring at her, lusting after her.
She dressed quickly and completed the outfit with a pair of white heeled, open-toed shoes. The heel wasn't massive, just enough to lift her up a little and make her feel a little sexier.
After straightening her hair and applying a little make-up and giving herself two skooshes of perfume, Laura left the house with a skip in her step and a smile on her face. She drove to town and parked her car, before running her errands. She had to visit her bank, pay a few bills, pick up some shopping etc. Normally she might find this tedious, but with the sun beating down and the breeze in her hair, she was having a very good day indeed. Of course, it helped that every red blooded male she passed turned his head and smiled. Even some of the guys with wives or girlfriends with them risked a glance, sometimes not very discreetly.
Laura loved the attention she was getting, and hadn't turned so many heads since her college days. She spent most of the morning a little moist between her legs, she was so turned on by her admirers. She would have considered finding somewhere discreet to play with herself if she wasn't a little more pressed for time than usual.
Arriving at the Call Centre, she settled into her office and started working. She found that the work would take her mind off her arousal. Well, mostly. But enough that she could get her work done. She was strict with herself too, making sure she didn't let her mind wander too much. She knew she was horny, but also knew when she would find release. She used her new fetish as a reward for her work and good behavior. In reality, she just teased herself all day then had a bigger, more satisfying orgasm at night.
Around half-past nine, David from Complaints came into her office. He was a middle-aged guy, no male model but not unattractive. He seemed to be in quite good shape.
He handed her some reports detailing the call volumes for the Complaints Department operators that week, and at the same time, Laura noted, couldn't take his eyes off her tits. He made some innocuous conversation before leaving.
Laura could clearly see the bulge in his trousers. She smiled to herself, happy to know that her new look was as arousing for others as it was for her. Then she had an idea. Leafing through the reports, she found the one for Alex. Tearing it in two, she threw it towards the waste paper basket. Then she went for a walk around the call hall.
First, she just passed Alex's desk. Then on her way back, she feigned dropping something and bent down, from the waist, to pick it up.
Alex was in the middle of a call when he noticed Laura from the Management Team passing his desk. She looked great in her yellow dress with a sexy little swing to her hips. In fact, he'd been noticing her more and more over the past few weeks. She was really quite beautiful, and he wondered why he hadn't noticed her before now.
'Maybe', he thought with a wry smile, 'it's because I wasn't wanking on her couch before.'
When she passed by again, she was close enough to leave the scent of her perfume. He thought she smelled like summer. Then, his eyes almost popped out of his head as she stopped and bent over to pick something up. The thin material of her dress was pulled tight against her love-heart shaped rear, showing off every curve perfectly. Alex could even see the cut of her panties through the dress.
