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What was happening to me? My fingers were unbuttoning my blouse like they did in Bob’s office. Soon I stood naked in the middle of the shop. I glanced at the front of the store and could see some people walking by along the interior hallway. It wasn’t completely private, but she wasn’t giving the time to react. Bob handed me a pair of the 4-inch heels and I slipped into them so the height would be correct, though I doubted anything would be that long to reach the floor, much less my knees.
Standing in the middle of the shop she had me put on stockings of various types and sizes until Bob was satisfied with the height of my legs and the way they hugged my leg shape. Panties and bras were the same. Various types of bras for cleavage, just for display, sheer meant for visual appeal and not for support. Panties were the same: lace, bikini, thong, sheer. The dresses and skirts didn’t even reach my mid-thigh. I was led to a chair in front of a mirror and told to sit. I looked at everyone. I was bare breasted sitting in the skirt without panties underneath. I looked at them and they only looked at me, then Bob indicated with his head to the mirror. I gasped. I could see my pussy lips. I tried harder to pull the skirt down and it just covered me. With these skirts, I would have to keep my legs crossed. The blouses were nearly or semi-sheer. My nipples showed both in color and the nub pressing at the material. With a bra underneath, the bra was evident. The negligees were stunning, too. The black baby-doll was open from the breasts down with a pair of matching sheer panties. The white floor-length was fastened just below the breasts. When I walked, the gown gaped open and flowed around me. When I stopped, it gathered around me, again. It was very sheer and my body was evident underneath regardless.
By the time we left the store, I had spent two hours naked or nearly so in the shop. I had no idea how many people might have glanced through the window and stopped at seeing a naked woman using the middle of the store as her own fitting room.
Bob took me to dinner and I took him home, again. We stopped at the plant for me to get my car and he followed me, his car nearly overflowing with my new clothes. At least a week’s worth, anyway.
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"So … tell me what this theory of yours is that you never thought you’d have a chance to test out, but then here I came into your circle."
We had just fucked like very horny rabbits for the past 45 minutes. He moved me through more positions than I had ever had experience with before. Almost all of them I wanted to focus on more. We ended up with me on top in the cowgirl position facing him. I thought his cock went deep into me before, but with me on top, it seemed to go even deeper still. It felt like my cervix was bruised … deliciously, though.
I was lying on his chest, my hands supporting my face about six inches from his. We were kissing a lot. I had thanked him for the millionth time for the clothes and he told me for the millionth time that it was required if I was going to be able to properly carry out my other responsibilities. Those responsibilities were still largely undefined, but the general context was clear. How we got to that point and managed it ultimately was the undefined element.
He reached forward for another kiss, then, "It would be easier for me to concentrate on presenting the theory if you weren’t so distracting with your pussy muscles."
I giggled. He was still inside me and I was trying very diligently to use the Kegel muscles I trained for with the birth of the girls. I always thought they would come in handy, though my ex never seemed interesting in prolonging sex. Bob on the other hand …
"Are you complaining about my pussy?"
He stammered a moment before he saw my teasing. He wrapped his arms around me and that kiss was truly something. I then sat up so we could look at each other better. I continued to tease him with muscle flexes and gentle rotations of my hips. He was becoming hard, again.
His hands came up to my breasts and I smiled. If I tried really hard, I might find something I didn’t like about this man … maybe.
He started laying out the theory. Turned out it wasn’t his at all, but a study he read somewhere, probably a men’s magazine at some point, he confessed. He expounded for a while but finally summed it up:
"They believed that there was a special synergy when men and women work together and that synergy is stronger the closer they relate to each other. Each gender fully compliments the other, and in the end, the group benefits as a whole. That can effectively be realized by rewarding the departments with opportunities to enjoy themselves and get to know their fellow employees in a most intimate way. That builds a strong foundation and unity within the group."
He looked at me to gage my response, then continued, "This isn’t something made up. This was tested and researched. And the reported results were astounding. There was less bickering. Less gossiping. And, less jealousy." He paused, "In truth, the study models were not quite what we have here. They involved more widespread sexual interaction in larger organizations."
I smiled tolerantly, "How would anyone get away with that in a larger organization with more widespread sexual interaction?"
"I know. But, I’ve thought about what we are trying to do here for you … and for us. Think about it without just the sexual release. We’ve been concerned with how do we manage the sexual interaction. As you said, wouldn’t it just fall into chaos? Maybe the key is to not have it be thought of as a free-for-all. What if it was presented as an incentive, reward, bonus, job-well-done? It could be our own model. Everyone feels included and everyone feels very satisfied." He smiled and pinched my nipple. "Most importantly, everyone gets laid."
"I like that part."
"I know you do. But, seriously, there have been numerous other studies, not like these, that shows a correlation between employees who receive great sex regularly and being highly productive and happy in their work setting. It’s practically common sense, isn’t it?"
I tried to put on a look of sincerity while sitting on his cock in my bedroom. "I know exactly what you’re talking about and I agree wholeheartedly with your philosophy."
I ended up laughing and he grabbed my arms and rolled us over so I was on my back and him between my legs, his cock still, somehow, well inside me and I realized how hard it had become. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him long and passionately.
"In all seriousness, it does kind of make sense. That might be the tact to take with this. A rotational reward, incentive to encourage productivity and performance. It would be interesting to see the results."
He looked seriously at me, "Are you teasing me?"
I giggled, "No, not all. I’m sincere. Of course, maybe its just that your cock is in my pussy …"
"Well then, we have to talk about it again tomorrow when I am not fucking you."
I kissed him, again. "Whatever you say, boss. Now … can you just fuck me, again?"
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OFFICE FUN continues with Chapter 3: The Managers
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