Surrender (1)
Liza was very adept at her job. Having reached the upper echelons of the company she was rightfully proud of her achievements. It was late Friday evening when her office finally cleared. Relieved she locked her office door, stepped into the restroom next door. It was another privilege of her position and success within the company that she had her own private shower and bathroom attached to the office. Shame that she worked mostly from home. That was one of the privileges which swayed her in accepting the position of authority within the business. She had succeeded in obtaining a degree in business administration which backed up her qualifications in accounting.
She stripped off her business suit, blouse and underwear, showered quickly and dressed in a summer dress. The dress was light cream, with large flowers in blue and their stems entwined in large loops. Five buttons fastened the front. Slipping on her dancing pumps she vacated the premises. The only thing she carried was her small clutch bag containing her toothbrush, a lipstick, a small bottle of Cachet perfume, and the keys to her Saab. None of her co workers would have believed she was following directions, but the fact that she was excited her. She had arranged to have the next few days totally to herself. She had advised everyone that she was locking her cell phone in the office and she would be in-communicado until Monday. She jumped into her car and set off to Cornwall as directed.
After leaving the city behind, she pulled over, lowered the top of the Saab, opened the top two, and lower two buttons of the dress. She felt slightly perturbed as she did so. The thought and the act were so different. She had never been exposed in public before and felt almost naked now. Her braless "D" size breasts felt as if they were spilling out of the cloth. Her panty free crotch was not a new experience to her, but with each step her dress opened wide and, she felt as if soft summer breeze both exposed and caressed her.
Liza was exactly sixty inches, had startling green eyes and her short brown hair frame her face. Her body was almost perfect in symmetry. Flawlessly portioned breasts, topped with sweet strawberry colored nipples, slight waist, curvaceous hips and wonderful legs. One of her coworkers had advised her that she'd make the perfect "trophy wife." She was both delighted and repulsed at the same time. She knew she could never be anyone's trophy. Nevertheless she positively jumped back into her car and in no time was fully engaged in her driving. The further she travelled the narrower and more curvaceous the roads became. On rounding one such sharp bend she was startled to find a hay cart partially blocking the road. In front of the cart, and closer to her, stood two individuals. One was obviously the cart owner and the second, notebook in hand, was a police officer. She smartly swerved and slipped the car between the hedgerow and the upset cart. She knew she should have stopped and caught the look of distress on both men as she sped past them. She contemplated stopping to apologize but in her current state of dress decided not to take the risk. Within a few minutes her Saab was up to speed again.
Becoming once more engrossed in her driving she was startled to hear a siren behind her. Checking her rearview mirror, she saw a police motor bike loom in the distance. She pulled over and patiently waited as the leather clad bike rider pulled in behind her. He approached and demanded her license and registration. She reached across the car, bracing her foot between the pedals as she opened the glove pocket. She heard the officer's sharp intake of breath as her dress slipped open. Her cheeks reddened as she realized he'd had a free "peep show."
