I want to thank everyone for reading and providing their wonderful comments on my previous stories, they meant a lot to me. This is the first chapter of a short series. As with my other stories, it is based on my real life experiences with a dash of fantasy thrown in. I'll let you decide which is which. Thank you for reading and please, feel free to provide your comments and feedback either after the story or via email.
It was Friday! Finally! This past week had been brutal. I had put in 13 to 14 hour days all week, but it had been worth it as all of my clients were happy with all of the work that I had done for them.
Stepping out of the shower, I dried off and blew out my hair before putting on my makeup, adding a touch more concealer under my eyes to hide the circles that were a result of the long hours. Finishing my makeup with a touch of bright red lipstick, I padded out of the bathroom to look at the outfit that I'd laid out on my bed.
The forecast for the day was for cool weather with highs in the fifties so I had chosen a cream colored suit with a red, silk blouse. The blouse wasn't quite sheer, but if someone looked very closely, they would be able to see the lace pattern of my bra and maybe even my nipple jewelry.
Normally I wouldn't have worn that blouse to the office, but I had been told that I had a meeting with one of the senior vice-presidents later that day. I reasoned that if I kept my jacket on, no one would see; at least that was my thought process.
I couldn't suppress the familiar feeling of my dark, wicked need as my eyes settled on the lingerie set that I'd received for my birthday. It was a set of matching red lace bra, thong, and garter belt. I rarely wore anything quite this naughty to work, but because of my meeting with the VP, my wicked need led me to this ensemble.
Picking up the garter belt, I fastened it around my waist, just above my hips and sat on the bed to don my stockings. I had selected a pair of nude stockings that complemented my skin tone. Rolling the left stocking down, I slid my red-tipped toes into it and slowly drew it up my leg and fastened the twin clips of the garter straps. I checked to make sure that they were straight and turned to my right leg, repeating the process. Bending down I slid my hands down the smooth nylon covering my legs, luxuriating in the feeling. I could feel the warmth growing deep within me at the sensuous feel of the stockings. As if to counter the warmth, my body shivered slightly as my bare, pierced nipples grazed the stockings as I leaned forward.
"Ohhhh!" I murmured to myself and spread my legs wider, the cool air of the room caressing my bare, glistening slit.
Sliding my hands between my legs, just above my knees, I slowly slid them closer to my mound, flicking my thumbnails over the delicate flesh between my stocking tops and slit, teasing, tempting myself to go further. I remembered the last encounter I had with the VP. I remember being teased with his words as he verbally degraded me, calling me a whore, a slut, a pig, a worthless piece of shit, and more.
Looking at my reflection in the mirror across from the foot of my bed, I shivered. Legs splayed wide as if waiting for a cock, my cunt moistly shimmering, my bejeweled nipples hard atop swollen areola. God, I was a sight! I closed my eyes and slid my fingers between the slick folds of my cunt at the images that raced through my mind. I remembered him roughly manhandling me, slapping me and spitting in my face and mouth, mauling my breasts, and tearing at my nipples.
I rubbed my blossoming cunt harder, hooking my middle finger into my satin hole as I thought of his hard cock being rammed down my throat until I gagged and retched, drool smearing across my face and dripping onto my flushed breasts. I shuddered, bucking against my fingers at the memory of the taste of his ass. I came with a soft, shuddering moan, as I remembered lying on the floor of his office, my cunt dripping, dirty cum leaking from my gaping shit hole, as I licked the remnants of my filth mixed with his cum from my lips.
I laughed softly and shook my head, snapping myself out of my greedy need before licking my wet fingers clean.
"Stop, get your ass dressed and to work, you slut!" I said to myself.
I stood up and did a slow pirouette to admire how the stockings shimmered slightly in the light and the red straps of the garter belt snaked over my hips. The bright red was a sharp contrast to my pale flesh. Running my hands down over my belly, I smiled that I'd managed to keep from adding inches to my waist over the Thanksgiving holiday. It was always a bit of a battle since my birthday was right before Thanksgiving and there was always plenty to eat and drink over that week!
Taking the thong, I slid it up my thighs, pulling it firmly against my baby-smooth mound before slipping my arms through the matching lace bra. For a moment I had second thoughts about wearing it with the somewhat diaphanous blouse as my gold-tipped nipples were more visible than I thought.
"What the hell Alexa, go with it!" That wicked voice in my head whispered.
So as not to give myself a second chance, I quicking donned the blouse and stepped into my cream skirt. I was thankful that the blouse had a tie at the neck. I tied the tie in a bow which helped to obscure my breasts a little. The finishing touch was a red pair of my 5" heels with straps that ran just above my ankles.
I put my hair up and checked myself in the mirror again, satisfied with how the bow minimized what one could see through my blouse. Half turning, I bent forward slightly to see that the outline of my garter belt straps against my bottom.
"You're a wicked slut Alexa." I grinned.
Slipping into my jacket, I grabbed my travel coffee mug and slid my laptop into my bag before heading out to my car. I slid into the driver's seat, letting my skirt slide up to reveal just a hint of my stocking tops. Checking my rearview mirror, I backed out of my driveway and headed to work. The traffic was surprisingly light and I made it to work in near record time and found a great spot in the parking garage.
"This is my lucky day," I thought and hurried up to the office.
I said a cheery "hello" to several of my coworkers and settled in at my workstation. Logging into my computer, I answered a variety of emails and saw that I had a new client this coming week. This one appeared to be less of a challenge than the last one. Well, "hopefully" I thought. I didn't mind the more challenging ones, in fact, I liked them, but every now and then it was nice to have a relatively easy one.
The morning was passing quickly when I went into the breakroom to refill my coffee mug. To my delight, I found that someone had brought donuts! And there was one of my favorites left, a cinnamon sugar twist. I popped one of my new favorite coffee pods into the coffee maker and squatted down and rummaged around under the cabinet for a napkin.
"Alexa!" The shout of my name startled me causing me to fall back onto my rear, my skirt sliding up my thighs to reveal my stockings and garter belt.
I looked up, desperately trying to pull my skirt back down as I scrambled back to my knees and stood up.
It was my friend and coworker, Ashley.
"You scared the crap out of me!" I mock scolded her.
She grinned as she walked over to me and reaching down, pulled my skirt back up to expose the red straps of my garter belt again.
"You wicked little slut! You're wearing this to work!"
Blushing deeply, I batted her hands away to smooth my skirt again.
"Stop! Someone will see!"
Reaching down again, feigning that she was going to lift my skirt again, she laughed. "Someone already has!"
"W-who?" I stammered, looking around nervously.
"Me!" She laughed.
"You don't count!" I laughed.
"Well, of all the mean things to say! I 'don't count'." She protested with a wink.
Turning back to my coffee, I laughed. "You know what I mean."
She started making her coffee and continued as I added a touch of cream to mine. "So, who's the lucky guy?"
Grinning, I took a bite of donut, "No one, just me."
Ashley and I had shared many secrets to include what our predilections were in the bedroom and elsewhere. Our interests were very similar, but she was more of a "switch" and enjoyed domming. We had never played together, but liked to tease one another that "one day..."
She teased with a wicked grin. "I have a 12" strap-on that would 'fit' you nicely."
