“I was to spend all day washing, cleaning and ironing for my mistress, and if I wasn’t finished by dinner time then an unknown punishment awaited me. Yet I was never going to finish with the constant distraction of her hands on my naked body.”
Does Autumn start in October? I can never remember, but it often feels like it. Today it certainly did so there was no outing for the new skirts. In fact, I wore trousers to work, but at least there it’s heated so I could flap my blouse around to my heart’s content. No encounters of note.
Today was washing day this weekend (isn’t this blog exciting?). But I did do one fun thing: I made a last-minute decision to wash the clothes I was wearing, except the underwear (which I have lots of), so right next to the washing machine I stripped off, put everything in, and then had to walk back to my bedroom in my undies. If the neighbours at the back can see through my blinds they might have glimpsed something, but I’m not sure if they were in. And I didn’t have the lights on. But I sat in the front room and read a graphic novel for a while, until it got dark and I wanted the light on and chickened out by wrapping myself in a dressing gown before closing the curtains.
Gosh – I’ve been at this for two weeks and I’m still covering myself up in my own home? I haven’t gotten very far, have I?
Then, as if it had just occurred to her, she reached her hands behind her head. Her breasts lifted, looking even more perfect than before. She ran her fingers through her hair and pulled out the scrunchy that was keeping her bun in place. She dropped it onto the table and shook her hair free. It fell in thick, golden locks across her bare shoulders.
“You’re crazy, Selena,” Iris told her.
“Yeah, well, I’m not the one who’s stripped to her underwear but still lost a contest,” she retorted.
“I really hate you right now,” Iris told her as she leant forwards and, reaching behind her, she unfastened her bra. She quickly pulled it off her arms and dropped it onto the rest of her clothes. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her knickers and slid them down her legs, letting them fall around her feet. She kicked them to one side.
Selena grinned as she stared across at her friend. Iris’s breasts were even smaller than her own, but still beautiful with round, pink nipples. She watched as they rose and fell as Iris inhaled and exhaled.
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I discovered another good thing about clothes shopping: it’s somewhere new to fantasise about stepping out into a crowded space in my underwear! Of course, I did no such thing, but I did buy a shorter skirt, and a couple of low-cut tops, and blouses with a bit of a v-neck. And a cardigan, because I’m sensible and it’ll start getting colder soon.
I really really need some new clothes – I’m bored with button fiddling, and I can’t undo another one in the office without looking like I’ve forgotten to get dressed.
What a waste! I wore my best “going out” bra, and Matthew wasn’t even in the office. I was so annoyed I buttoned myself right up for the way home.
Another big day! I was sitting at my desk, twirling at my blouse lapel, and I didn’t notice Matthew come over. He sat on the edge of the desk while I was in my chair, and he was looming right over me, and I could see how much he kept trying to snatch a glance down my blouse. And this time I didn’t turn bright red!
OMG today was huge! I forgot to do my buttons back up when I went to talk to a colleague (Matthew) and I saw him glance at my cleavage. Then he went red, and I went red… I mean, it’s only two buttons, but just to see someone notice was such a thrill! And Matthew’s allright too (even if he does have a girlfriend, unfortunately).
I really need to come up with something imaginative as there’s only so far one can go with blouse buttons. But I am coming to appreciate how much cooler it is to have a couple undone while I work.
