The next morning, I arrived early at work. at 855am, Clare arrived in the office. She was wearing the conservation style clothes again. we exchanged greetings and she went to her seat.
I could tell that her mood was lifted slightly compared to yesterday. She clamped up again once she was in her seat.
I did not speak to her after that. At around 10am, she again received a large bouquet of tulips, accompanies with chocolates and a bear. It was larger than yesterday, and the colleagues were asking who it was for. Once she was back in her seat, she started text again, this time with a smile on her face.
For sure, I could tell that it was from her boyfriend. I guessed that they have made up. I guess women are suckers for such things. Yesterday she was just complaining about him. Today, she was happy to receive his gifts. I went back and concentrated on my work.
Just before lunch, she called to me.
Clare: Sam, are you free to have lunch?
Me: sure. You are not going to do the take-away?
Clare: I guess I just have to stay a little later today.
Me: ok.
We went for lunch at Raffles place. After that, she wanted me to accompany her to shop for clothes.
Clare: You have time?
Me: why?
Clare: can you accompany me to shop for clothes?
Me: Now?
Clare: oh…. if you are not available, it’s ok.
Me: errrm…. ok….
We went into a shop along the xChange. she choose a few and went into the changing room. She wanted me to wait for her outside.
When she came out, she was dressed in a off-shoulder dress, and a mini skirt, her white bra strap obviously was hanging on her shoulders, visible.
Clare: Is this nice?
Me: not bad…. but if you wear such things, you will need to remove the straps.
Clare: oh…. haha… ya of course….
She went back into the changing room.
Next she came out with a tube top and a black shorts. I did not notice the bra straps.
Clare: how is this?
Me: not bad…. but where’s the bra strap?
Clare: oh, I removed the bra…..
Automatically, I looked down at her breasts, trying to find the pokies, but it was frilly, and I could see nothing. She saw me looking and her hands moved across her chest and cover up, and hitting my arms with the other playfully.
Clare: Hey! stop looking. I am asking opinion on the dress.
Me: Sorry… normal reaction….. anyway, don’t worry. cant see anything with the design.
She looked down and realised what I said was true. She removed her hands.
Clare: so how is it?
Me: I think the first dress work better with the shorts.
I said as a matter of fact. I find her dress sense kind of old fashioned.
Clare: oh ok. Then I’ll get the one you said.
She went in and changed, coming back in her own outfit. She made payment and we walked back to the office.
Me: Why is it that you seemed urgent to get the clothes?
Clare: Oh, he is meeting me tonight and he wont like my current dressing.
We continued to work and soon it was 8pm. There was no one left in the office except the 2 of us. Without a word, she took her plastic bag and went into the toilet. I presume that she is changing into her clothes.
I heard the toilet door reopened and I looked up as she walked pass me. As my eye was on the same level as her chest, I saw it. No question about it. There were 2 sharp points on her blouse. Her pokies were staring back at me.
She saw me looking and she blushed, covering her chest with her hands.
Clare: You said that the bra straps were ugly. I am sure he would not like to see the bra strap as well.
Me: oh…. I was just saying…..
In the office, she always removed her heels and wore a pair of sandals so as to rest her legs. She bend down facing me to wear her heels, holding the top of her blouse. I was staring and hoped that she forgot about my presence. But she did not.
Once she was done wearing, she got up, hugged her bag across her chest, and bade me good bye and good night.
I did not follow her as I know that he is fetching her. I cant tail her without a car.
I continued my work before heading home.
Ricky
I received a message from her.
Clare msg: thanks for the gifts.
Me: glad you like it.
Me: want to have lunch?
Clare: Nope. I have work to do.
Me: ok. what about dinner?
Clare: ok. but have to be a bit later. About 8.30pm ok?
Me: ok. I’ll pick you later.
I knew that once she text me, she had already forgiven me. Understanding women, this is not the time to strike. I have to wait for another few days, to gain back her trust.
I have to play the part of a nice boyfriend again. Wasting time. If all women can just allow sex without all these nonsense, the world would be a better place for me.
I waited until 8.30pm before picking her up from her workplace. She was wearing something nice, at least not her old boring style. Her little shoulders and long legs were nice to look at, and that’s when I realised that she was not wearing a bra.
I saw her pokies through her top. Unfortunately her top was not translucent. I could just see the shape of her nipples, trying to pierce through the fabric, but nothing else.
Once she closed the door, I drove off, and automatically my left hand reached across the passenger seat, grabbing her breasts.
Me: Nice.
Clare: glad you like it.
Me: Like? I love it. haha…..
She smiled. I released her. I am not into breasts, but as long as she exposed herself in some ways, I am happy. I assume that she was without bra the whole day in the office and that made me horny. But I control myself. Today is not the day.
Me: Anything you would like to eat?
Clare : Why not you decide?
Me: Its late…. I think we have to eat nearby….
Clare: ok.
I parked the car at UOB plaza, and we walked to boat quay. She seemed to be uncomfortable without a bra as I noticed her crossing her arm across her chest a few times. But how could that be when she was without it the whole day in the office? I guessed she must have wore her cardigan there as the aircon must be cold. Anyway, it’s good enough for me.
After dinner, I send her home. I frenched her and grab her boobs, lifting her blouse in the car under her block, but she did not resist my groping and the possibility of someone walking pass my car. I guess she was coming to terms with my requirements.
thanks guys for your support.
Without you, there would be no thread. And I would stop writing the story.
This may not be as interesting to some as my other story, whereby our SIL are normally part of most of our fantasies, but I am still thankful of your support.
When I arrived home, I dropped her a message.
Me msg: I have dinner and then drinks with a few clients tomorrow. I would like you to join.
Clare msg: I think I better not go. I wont know how to entertain them.
Me msg: It is essential for you to be present.
Clare msg: I don’t know what to wear.
Me msg: Just wear the V neck one, and the tight skirt.
Clare msg: ok
Me msg: Pick you at 6pm.
Clare msg: oh… I cant…. is 8pm fine?
Me msg: ok. grab your dinner first. I’ll pick you for the drinks session.
Clare msg: oh ok….
Me msg: good night. Miss you……
Clare: miss you too…..
THough I did not miss her, but adding that sentence works wonder. I am confident that she will wear what I requested for tomorrow.
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Sam
It was already Thursday morning. I looked at my watch and at 8.54am, Clare walked into the office, and we exchange greetings. She was in her conservative clothes, but she was carrying an additional paper bag. I am curious, but I did not asked her what was inside.
I made my way to the pantry before her, and waited for her to appear.
Me: How was your dinner?
I have the thinking that she would have sex with her boyfriend.
Clare: Oh, nothing much. We just had dinner at boat quay and then he sent me home.
Me: I see. must be because it’s too late.
Clare: Ya. no other place to go.
Me: I warned you about our profession remember?
Clare: haha…. yup…. I remember…
Clare: see you for lunch ok?
I nodded and she left the pantry. I realised that it was an invitation for lunch. and I smiled happily to myself until the pantry aunty came in. She asked if I was ok, and after giving her some nonsensical answer, I went back to my desk.
Lunch time came, and we had lunch nearby. Instead of going back to the office, she wanted to go for coffee, which I agreed. I guess she wanted to speak to me.
Clare: Sam, when was your last girlfriend?
Sam: oh long time back….
Clare: Were you demanding to her?
Sam: huh? In what aspect?
Clare: any.
Sam: well, we were together for some time, there were some expectations, but not demands.
She looked lost in thoughts. I kept quiet.
Clare: you know, both my boyfriend and ex are very demanding of me.
Clare: Some times, I wonder if its my fault.
Me: Why is it your fault?
Clare: I cannot cater to their requirements…..
Me: huh?
She caught me there. I am not sure what she meant.
Clare: so I tried to change. Try to meet their demands even if it is against my liking or against my belief.
Clare: Some times it is so tiring.
Me: I don’t get what you are trying to say.
Clare: It’s ok. I am just complaining. haha…… Let’s go……
Seriously she lost me there, and since she already stopped speaking about it, I did not want to probe further.
I concentrate on work and did not realised that it was already 630pm when clare spoke to me.
Clare: i am going to get some take aways. You want any?
Since i have not eaten, i agreed.
Me: you want me to accompany you?
Clare: its ok. I be back quick.
She went out and was back soon. So we proceed to the pantry. The office was already empty. I wonder if i am slow in my work or was it that i have too much work to do since i am always staying back.
Sam: you still have stuffs to clear?
Clare: not much. I am waiting for him.
Sam: not going for dinner?
Clare : oh. Meeting his clients for drinks.
Ding ding.
Her phone beeped. And she returned the text. She was frowning.
Me: you ok?
She contemplated for a moment before speaking.
Clare: ask you something.
Me: yup?
Clare: errrmmm…
I could tell that she is having some difficulty to explain herself.
Clare: ermmm… do you ask your girlfriend to expose herself?
I wasnt sure of the context of her question.
Me: expose? As in?
Clare: i mean… ermmm… like… asking her to go without ….. errmmm inner wear?
I thought for a moment.
Me: for me, if in the bedroom its ok. But its always nice to see a girl without a bra.
Clare: oh… ok… i guess all guys are loke that.
She got up and dispose of her half emptied box.
Clare: i’ll go and change first.
She went out of the pantry. I tried to form the puzzle and i gathered that her boyfriend is asking her to go without bra again. Perhaps he got turned on yesterday. The image of her hairless pussy came back into my mind. I sat there alone for a moment engrossed in my thoughts before going back out to my seat.
I hoped that she is without her bra later.
ricky
I was on my way to the dinner and decided to drop a message to clare.
Me msg: you had your dinner?
Clare msg: ya. Eating with my colleague now.
Me msg: ok. Could you come over on your own later?
Clare msg: you are not coming?
Me msg: i cant disappear. They are my big clients.
Clare msg: ok. Then i’ll flag a cab there
Me msg : what are you wearing today?
Clare msg: i brought the halter neck
Me msg: i thought i asked for the other one.
Clare msg: i think i prefer this.
Me msg: ok then. Make sure you come without any thing underneath.
Clare msg: why? I am already wearing the g string that you bought. It wont show up.
Me msg: no. The halter neck is very tight. If you wear something, it will show. And wont be nice.
Clare msg: is that necessary?
Me msg: yes.
Clare msg: can i just go without bra? The skirt is very short.
Me msg: no. I got to go. See you later.
I am not sure if she will do as requested. But i hope she will.
Sam
It was about 7pm. And i waited for clare to return to her seat. I heard the toilet door opened and close. Then i heard her slippers across the carpetted floor.
I looked up and she was gorgeous. She had bun up her hair, and was wearing a halter neck dress that wrapped tightly across her body. It was rather short and i could see alot of her thighs.
Her boobs was bouncing as she walked towards me, and only when she was 2 desks away, she put her carrier in front of her hugging it.
Me: wow… you look stunning…
She laughed and hit me playfully on my shoulder.
Clare: thanks… but i think its too short.
Me: well, it show off your beautiful legs. Nice.
I could see her blushing. She turned away and face the desk, putting the carrier on the floor. She took a small mirror and some kit from her bag and started to touch up her makeup. From the side, i can see her nipples straining against the fabric, trying to break loose.
I went back to my screen but it was difficult to concentrate. I kept stealing glances at her, looking at her legs, her bosom.
About 730pm, she started packing her stuffs. I turned my seat and face her. I know that she will turn her seat to my direction to wear her heels as the other side has some stuffs there and obstruct her movements.
Me : going off?
Clare: ya. I need to call a cab or i’ll be late.
She turned her seat towards my direction and bend down. I could see her skirt move up her silky legs. As it was a tight short skirt, the hem was a horizontal line across her thighs. I looked into the cavern formed.
I thought i saw her pussy, underneath her skirt, waiting for me to stick something in. I blinked and looked again and confirmed that she was not wearing anything underneath. Her legs parted a little as she buckle the straps on her heels, offering me an even better view, not realising her folly.
She stood up and look at me.
Clare : ok, i’m going off. Dont stay too late.
Me: enjoy yourself.
She did not cover up as she only took her handbag with her, offering me for the first time the full frontal view of her pokies without any obstacle in front.
Clare: bye…
She went off. I was all alone in the office. I thought about it. She only brought along her small bag. She left her paper bag in the office. Obviously her clothes are in there.
I waited for 15mins before starting my exploration. I took her paper bag and took out the clothes that she wore today. Then i took out her bra. It was a half cup bra with laces around it. It does not have any padding and i found out that that was no pokies because of the opaque flowers at the strategic location.
Hands shivering with excitment, i brought it to my nose, taking a deep sniff of her perfume. I bury my face in her cup, and licking the part where i expect her nipples will rest on.
I took out my dick from my pants and started to stroke myself.
Next, i looked for her undies. It was a very tiny and light piece. I wondered why she did not wear it as i am sure that it will not show from underneath her clothes.
I felt it between my fingers on the part where it sits between her legs. It was not moist or anything. I lifted it to my face, imagining of her inner most skin that had just departed the fabric. A slight fragrance of her perfume lingered but nothing else.
I masturbated to it. After i cum, i suddenly felt a sense of sadness. Her boyfriend is going to get her body tonight. I am just here with her used clothings. I felt like a pervert.
ricky
My phone rang and clare told me she is outside the club. I excused myself and went out to look for her.
Me: nice. Very pretty today.
Clare: thanks.
I held her hand and brought her aside.
Me: i need your help.
Me: i told them that you are my secretary.
Me: they are my potential customers for a big deal. I need to win this or my boss will sack me.
Clare: oh. Sorry i am late…
Me: its not that. I need your help to mingle with them.
Clare: but i dont know them
Me: just accompany and drink with them.
Clare: ok.
Me: they may get touchy, but i need you to maintain your cool.
She kept quiet.
Me: i cant afford to lose the deal. Please help me.
I look like i am pleading with her, as if my rice bowl depends solely on her.
Clare: what deal is it? I cant speak their lingo.
Me: its 15mil. Dont worry they wont ask you about it.
Me: just need to make them happy.
She seemed hesitant.
Me: i am sure you wont want me to lose my job. I’ll get a big commission if i closes the deal.
Me: remember all the stuffs i got you?
She nodded
Me: i need the commission to pay off my credit cards. If i default, the interest will kill me.
Me: i really need your help. Please.
Clare: i am not wearing anything underneath. If they go overboard, you need to stop them. Ok?
Me: of course. Only if it is overboard.
She seemed convinced by my story.
Me: come. Lets go.
We entered the club and i brought her to the business associates. Truth is, they are already working with me on a project. And i just want to show off my new plaything.
They are a bunch of 50s year old guy and the last time i went to a ktv with them, they are quite wild. I hoped that she will not embarassed me in front of them.