I worked at a law firm after college as a receptionist; it wasn't bad paid the bills. Lots of lawyers would try to get my number or ask me out. I was in a committed relationship, and wasn't interested. My boyfriend and I lived about 20min outside of New York City, so I would have to take the train to work. We had a car, but neither of us liked to drive.
During the month of September we had a ton of cases, and clients to meet with, so I was needed beyond my normal schedule which was 8AM to 5PM. I worked many long hours and would be so tired when I got home, all I wanted to do was sleep. It was understood that this amount of overtime would not last longer than needed so I put up with it, as again it was good money.
Normally I was very conservative when it came to the way I looked at work. However, with the important client meetings and cases, I was told to look a little more professional. So instead of slacks and button up shirts, I began to wear skirt suits, with satin blouses, with stockings and garters. Needless to say I was a big hit in the office. I was 5'10", athletic body, firm 36C breasts, and long legs. My desk was pretty close to the main door, and since it was a "modern themed" office there was no front panel to hide my legs. So when people would come in for meetings they would get a good look at my legs, and stockings. If I wasn't careful they could see my garters and on occasion my thong.
One day there were many clients in the waiting room, and I could tell all the guys were looking at me. I would turn in my chair to adjust my skirt, so nothing was showing. However this time when I turned and checked, my skirt had ridden all the way up my thigh and my garters were showing. In addition, I was going out with my boyfriend that night after work and wanted to dress up for him, so I wore a crotch less thong. I kept myself clean, so I knew they all got a good look at my smooth bald lips. At lunch I went out and got a pair of satin high cuts so I wouldn't feel so exposed.
About a week later, I was again working late, and found myself on the subway well after 9PM. I didn't like to be on it late, but had no choice. The car I was in smelled of puke, and body Oder. I sat alone near the back. Two stops later, a man got on, and sat next to me, as I guess there were no other seats that interested him. I tried to move closer to the window when he sat, but there wasn't much room.
The man was about 6'1" medium build, glasses, jersey and a ball cap on. My guess was he was meeting some friends for drinks. My skirt was short so I put my purse in my lap, but caught him looking at me a few times. I was in a hurry to leave work so I left my jacket, and my nipples were poking through my satin blouse. I was very uncomfortable.
