Jeff and Ann had been married for just over three years, although they had been going out for three years before they got married, so they had been together for over six years. The couple were quite similar to each other, quiet, shy, straight laced, and fairly boring.
Jeff was a junior accountant at a high tech engineering firm based on an industrial estate on the outskirts of Warwick, in the midlands. He was earning £35k, which wasn't great, but Jeff had a problem getting a better job because he didn't finish his accountancy qualifications due to illness. Lowly as his job was, he couldn't afford to lose it, as he knew he wouldn't get another job as good as the one he had, due to his lack of qualifications.
Ann was a librarian, and she matched everyone's preconceptions about librarians. She was quite intelligent, pretty in a mousy way, very conservative, rather shy and quiet. Despite her degree in librarianship, or perhaps because of it, her salary was even lower than her husband's, and going nowhere. Libraries weren't exactly in big demand, and she constantly worried about her library closing.
For Jeff and Ann, finances were a constant worry, with a mortgage to pay, and everything so expensive.
Jeff had a rival at work. Ben was four years younger, fully qualified and a real go getter, however, he wasn't an obvious accountant. He wasn't pedantic or meticulous, he was actually a bit sloppy, and he was inexperienced. Like Jeff, he was earning £35k, but more likely to work his way up, and, in addition, his wife was earning good money as a commercial lawyer.
Both junior accountants reported to Brian, the financial director, but Brian was 65 and going into partial retirement, that is, he was giving up working every day, and accepting a non executive directorship with the firm. He would be overseeing accounts, but a Senior Accountant was needed.
Would Jeff or Ben get it, or would George, the MD and major shareholder make them both redundant and recruit someone more experienced. Both men were worried about their future.
There was to be a retirement party for Brian, and George summoned Jeff to his office a few days before the party, to explain the situation.
"So Jeff, you understand that you and Ben have a lot to play for over the next few weeks. I have a number of options, going forward, and if you want to go on working here you need to convince me that there's a lot more to you than I'm seeing at the moment. Do you understand?"
"I think so, but I'm not sure how to convince you, can you give me a clue?" Jeff was worried and not sounding at all confident.
"I'm sending Ben to Brazil for a few days, so he and Katy won't be at the party for Brian. This is a good chance to steal a march on Ben, and make it clear that you really are a team player, and much more fun than you seem. Bring that pretty wife of yours, tell her to dress nice and sexy, and I'll seat you both next to me and we can get to know each other socially, OK?" There was some sort of hidden agenda there, but Jeff couldn't figure it out.
"Ok George, we'll do that, thanks for the opportunity."
Jeff later explained it to Ann, who also couldn't see what they were supposed to actually do, and she was reluctant to dress sexy for Jeff's boss, but she promised to do her best.
The following Saturday, Jeff and Ann went shopping to choose something sexy for Ann to wear to the party that evening. Neither of them had much idea what to choose, so they wandered randomly into River Island, a shop definitely targeted at girls in their late teens and early twenty's, and started to browse.
"What sort of thing should I wear Jeff, I've no idea?" Ann asked for Jeff's help.
"I am sure you should wear a dress, maybe a little black number." He answered hopefully, not confidently, but Ann seized on the idea.
"Yes, good idea, a little black number would be perfect. Let's look for one."
They wandered around aimlessly, looking at all the clothes which simply looked weird to Ann and Jeff. Finally Jeff found a fairly simple black dress.
"What about this one?" He asked Ann.
"It's very short." Ann replied hesitantly.
"Well, it's supposed to be sexy," Jeff countered, "what size are you?"
"Ten or twelve."
"Here you are, take both, try the ten first, you don't want it baggy."
"What has what I want got to do with anything?"
"Please Ann, just try the dress on, and make sure you come out so I can judge."
A few minutes passed, then Ann walked out in the tight short, thin dress.
"It's a bit revealing Jeff, and very short, I feel like a tart!" Ann tried to convince Jeff that she should get something more modest.
"It's fantastic, you look amazing, you must buy it. There is a problem though. VPL, visible panty line."
"I know what it is. I'm not wearing a thong under such a revealing dress, so you can forget that fantasy."
Jeff didn't think she owned any thongs, and he was right.
"Let's pay for the dress, then we can search for panties which we are both happy with, ok?"
"Ok, where shall we look?" Ann had no idea where to buy sexy underwear.
"La Senza." Jeff said with a confidence he didn't feel.
Unfortunately La Senza didn't work out, they only sold thongs.
"Ok, man of the world, where now?" Ann asked sarcastically.
"M & S?"
"Ok, let's go there."
M & S was much more successful.
"These Brazilian one are perfect," Jeff pronounced, "they're pretty, lacy, and not a thong."
"And there's a bra to match," Ann added, "let's buy them."
With the dress and underwear chosen, the only item left to buy was shoes with heels.
"I think you should put the dress on, so we can see which shoes work with it." Jeff suggested, helpfully.
"Ok, I'll pop into the loo, I could do with a pee anyway."
The couple went into Clarks, and wandered around choosing shoes to try, and then came the task of finding an assistant who was free. Eventually they found a boy, and he disappeared off to get the shoes in the right sizes. He sat on the fitting stool with Ann on a higher chair in front of him, and lifted Ann's left leg to apply the shoe. His eyes were staring up Ann's short dress, it was obvious that he had a good view of her pale blue panties.
"I'll get the next pairs." The boy stammered, shooting off to the store room.
"He can see my panties." Ann hissed.
"Good, let the boy enjoy himself." Jeff commented, feeling a little stirring of his cock at the idea of the young boy staring at his wife's knickers.
"You're enjoying this aren't you, pervert?"
The boy came back and Ann chose one of the pairs in the batch he brought, rushing to bring her free show to an end.
The couple headed home to begin their preparations for the dinner dance.
That evening they were at the party, on the top table, with Ann sitting next to George to his right, with Jeff to her right. The wife of the head of IT was sitting to George's left, so he was surrounded by beautiful women, which was how he liked it.
George leaned across Ann, placing his right hand on the top of her left thigh to support himself.
"Jeff, have some wine and loosen up a bit, and you too Ann, drink up, you're so tense." His hand didn't leave her leg when he straightened up, but actually slid a little higher towards her crotch, pulling her short black dress with it.
"Please," she asked timidly, "your hand is on my leg."
"Let me top your glass up," he suggested, moving his hand to the bottle to pour her a second large glass of Pinot Grigio, "pour yourself some more Rioja Jeff, keep up man."
Starters arrived and were eaten, with George's hand repeatedly near the top of Ann's leg.
Not being much of a drinker, Ann was getting a little drunk after the two 250ml glasses of white wine, and, as must be expected, she needed to pee.
"Excuse me, I must go to the ladies." She announced, getting up a little unsteadily, before marching quickly across the room. Her need to pee was becoming urgent, and she was praying there was no queue.
Unfortunately there was a small queue, so she joined the back, behind one of the office assistants, who she knew vaguely.
"How's it going with old wandering hands love?" The girl enquired, grinning broadly.
"Ok thanks." Ann was getting too desperate to pee to think much about what the girl had said.
"Has he got his hand inside your knickers yet."
