Between my sophomore and junior years at university I got a summer job in a city within easy driving distance from my parents' home, where I was staying. The company I worked for hired college kids each summer to do the kinds of chores their regular employees didn't want to do, or which wouldn't have been cost effective for them to use their time doing. It wasn't a giant multinational company but did have about one hundred people working on a large floor of an office building. I was given a desk in a bull pen section with twenty-three other desks. Twelve of the desks faced in one direction, the other twelve faced towards the first twelve, spaced in four rows of three desks in each row for each section. Mine was in the front row of one of the groups of desks. Desks may be too grandiose a word. These were basically gray metal tables with a small drawer in the middle. There were no modesty panels, which meant that anybody looking could see my legs, and frequently more. Because of this, most of the other three girls perpetually wore slacks. I didn't.
As I like flashing so much, I usually wore short skirts and low cut or at most medium cut blouses. Since I was brand new and had no previous business experience, I needed a fair amount of guidance and direction. A lot of the men in the department took pity on my inexperience and came by my desk frequently to provide such assistance. Especially on days when I was wearing a low cut top. Whichever one of the men it was would stand over me looking down the front of my dress at my breasts while I pretended not to notice what he was doing. As soon as I realized how much the guys liked to do this, I began wearing more interesting bras, or sometimes no bra. And sometimes I would wear a demi-cup bra with my nipples exposed. Whenever one of the men would be staring down at my nipples they would become very erect. I really liked going to the office.
One of the more fun things was to have a man gazing at my erect nipples and trying to carry on some sort of pretend conversation while his cock was starting to make a bulge in his pants. I like erections and I especially like them when I am the cause of them. On the days when I didn't wear a bra, I would always have a lot of assistance being offered. My breasts are quite firm, but the jiggle is still noticeable when I walk. Most of the guys seemed to be looking at me when I came in each morning; I suppose to see how much help they ought to offer me that day.
For the first few weeks at the job, other than not objecting when men caught what they thought were their surreptitious glances at my breasts and nipples, I didn't do anything too overt. I am pretty sure, however, that on a few occasions when I was deeply involved in my work I simply forgot about my legs and they either fell open or didn't. On one occasion, after wrestling with a particularly thorny assignment about the number of Styrofoam coffee cups used each day, I finally looked up and noticed the man sitting at the desk nearest mine staring directly below my table and at my legs. Then I realized that I had pulled my legs up onto my chair and was leaning on one hip. Since I had a fairly short skirt on, the other hip was totally exposed. I had panties on, but they were thong bikini panties with the thong completely hidden in the crack of my ass. I'm sure he thought I wasn't wearing anything under my skirt. He glanced up and saw me looking at him and turned bright red. I just smiled and put my head back down over my work, leaving my legs exactly as they were.
That seemed to break the ice for me. After that, I started more consciously moving my legs apart while at my desk. Sometimes I did it while talking directly to one or more of the men, so I knew they had to be looking in my direction. I wore panties every day, although they were usually thongs. Then I wore a pair of totally transparent panties. I didn't usually shave my pussy then, and although I am a natural blonde, I have fairly dark blonde pubic hair, so I knew they could all see my pussy hair. I got a lot of interest from the men that day, and I loved all the attention my pussy was getting. Of course, I still pretended that I had no idea that anybody could see anything.
On many occasions when I would receive a telephone call, usually from a co-worker, I would tilt my chair and lean back while talking on the phone. I always crossed one leg under my bottom as that was a comfortable position for me. I also knew that it would hike my skirt up and my panties would be in view of anyone who was passing my desk. On one of those times I glanced down after having been on the phone for fifteen or twenty minutes during which there had been a lot of traffic around my desk, and saw that not only were my panties completely exposed, but several inches of my bare skin above my panties was also out in the open. I was thrilled.
Eventually, on my last day before returning to university, I built up my courage to come in without any panties on at all. At first I thought I would wear my panties to the office and then take them off. But I was afraid I would chicken out, so I left the panties at home to make sure I couldn't change my mind. I was almost trembling while driving to work I was so excited thinking about the reaction I would get when they realized they were looking at my naked pussy. I wore a light colored skirt to make it easier for them to see my legs, and the contrast of my pubic hair.
I got to the office before any of the men did that day and so I practiced sitting to see how high up my skirt would ride. It turned out to hike up a lot higher than I had realized at home. It barely covered my thighs when I was sitting normally, and rode almost halfway up my thighs when I slid down in my seat. I was getting pretty nervous, afraid I had gone too far, but since I hadn't brought any panties with me, I couldn't back out short of simply going home (or out to a store in a couple of hours when they would open to buy new panties). While I was worrying, the first of the men came in and took his seat. I smiled at him and said good morning, then turned back to my work. He was sitting at the furthest desk away in the fourth row of that group of desks, but I still heard an audible gasp. I looked up and saw him looking under my table. My legs weren't very far apart, but they must have been far enough for him to have seen that I didn't have any panties on. I pretended ignorance (of course) as to the cause of his discomfiture and asked if he was all right. He said he was, and then said, "You look very pretty today, Vicki Lynn".
