The next day, Karen deliberately wore a pair of sexy navy blue heels, short skirt and white sheer stockings. She would never usually have considered wearing an outfit like this to work but she found herself wanting to please Alex. Something inside her craved Alex's approval.
Karen sat at her desk, the click of her own heels punctuating the silence as she dipped her feet in and out of her shoes. She'd chosen a pair of classic navy blue heels that weren't the most comfortable but they had a short vamp that revealed just the tight amount of toe cleavage. They made Karen feel more polished than when she wore her usual comfortable flats. She hoped Alex would notice her updated choices in attire.
When Alex arrived, she was wearing a dark, charcoal grey button down shirt, with the cuffs rolled up on her forearms and a pair of well worn jeans. As always, Alex moved with a casual grace that Karen found slightly unsettling today because she had dressed sexy for Alex and Alex had dressed down. Despite Alex's slightly pedestrian appearance, Karen still found something incredibly sexy about her.
Karen tried to focus on her work but she was always intimately aware of Alex's presence in the office. She caught Alex's gaze more than once and Alex initially tried to look away quickly. As the day wore on, the casual glances turned into Alex shamelessly checking Karen out. Alex would start at Karen's heels and work up to the hemline just above Karen's knee. Each time she saw Alex looking she felt a strange heat rising in her cheeks and, if she were being honest, she also felt a dampness in her pussy she couldn't understand. Karen had never been attracted to women.
Later, as Karen walked to the break room for coffee, her short skirt brushed softly against her sheer nylons. The white sheer stockings she had chosen to wear gave her legs a smooth, polished look. Karen realized she had really only ever worn stockings during sex or when on a hot date with her husband that ended in sex. However, she realized, in that moment, that she loved the idea of wearing them to work and would from now on. They made her feel naughty and, should her skirt ride up or the stocking slip down even one inch, would betray her normally conservative persona.
She caught Alex watching her again, her eyes following the movement of her skirts hemline. Alex leaned against the door frame of the break room, her arms crossed loosely, a smile forming on her lips. Karen felt as if Alex could see right through her skirt and knew she was dangerously close to revealing her stocking tops. Part of Karen's brain wanted to show Alex all the way up her skirt.
"That's a gorgeous outfit Karen, you have the perfect figure for it" Alex said, her voice almost a purr that sent a shiver down Karen's spine. The compliment seemed casual but something in Alex's tone suggested she meant much more than that.
