nothing to see here...move along....

I've been a good girl today....dressed work appropriately....actually did my work..plus a little extra...

Since I expect to sneak out a little early tomorrow so I figured a little extra effort today will mean less guilt tomorrow.

Mentioned to Derek that I planned to sneak out a little early for lunch tomorrow so "I don't have to rush back'' He is very perceptive, but he doesn't ask..I don't actually have an assistant, so I use Derek in the role. I have been giving him a little more responsibility for actual work stuff to and he is responding well to the challenge. Good kid.

Going to get back from lunch a little early today to set a better example. I have offered to let Derek abuse the privilege sometime if he wants to. He shrugged and said he doesn't really have anything to do at lunchtime but if he does he'll take me up on it.

Utility closet strip show....

We have this closet that we keep meeting room supplies in over head projector, TV/VCR combo, extra chairs, like that. It is tucked into a corner and odd shaped. No light in there but there is an outlet because at one time the lack of light was noticed and somebody plugged in an office lamp in and set it on a stack of chair. It got knocked over and removed, so that's how I knew there is an outlet..normally you hold the door wide and root around or use a lighter to get stuff out. It is almost triangle shaped gets wider toward the back.

I tried to find some slutty catalogs this morning but only found a really old Newport News, with a scant section of 'intimates'. Nothing too kinky...I gave it to Derek, and said that I hoped  Diana had something better..It was fun watching him furtively looking through it..a couple of times he looked up from the images and then art me speculatively...shiver...

So Diana finally came over and had her head together with Derek, pressing a boob into his shoulder..not her fault she probably can't feel it through the silicon! ~kidding~ She was stage whispering things like "That's SO June"..and "You like? I TOTALLY have that one!" and "Sqeeeall...I am WEARING that one!!"

I had to rush over and see it..."No Way!" ...

"WAY!" and she pulled her neckline out and let me peek at the top of her purple, polka-dot bustier. "What do you think is holding up these seamed stockings!" She grabbed at my leg and 'frisked me' groping up to my ass..."It feels like you dressed for the day too!" as she found the straps to my Black Merry Widow. "We should do a fashion show!".

"Yeah, where, with all the cameras in this place?" rolling my eyes...

"Come on!" she said tottering off on her heels...

Derek followed, unbelieving...(as should you, my dear reader...)...when we reached the room, Diana tottered in, rolled the overhead projector to the outlet and pointed it at the ceiling. I could hear the music in my head..bow chicka bow wow...then I realized Diana  was singing that! ...As she stripped!

After she peeled down to her sexy Fredrick's Corset, she pointed to me and said your turn as she did a bump and grind in Derek's lap...I shyly, then more confidently stripped as Derek, gained courage and has cock in hand...It was actually a lot larger than I imagined..huge in fact...He jerked; we danced, kissing and making out, really putting on a show...I decided I couldn't let it go to waste, I dropped to my knees and sucked him dry.

A big mouthful. I snowballed with Diana, who came JUST from the taste of cum on her lips...the end..

OK back to reality. Didn't happen isn't gonna happen, well Diana might well drag Derek into the closet but she'd just flat out fuck him. I was kinda daydreaming after watching Derek look at me after looking at a pretty tame Newport catalog. Diana didn't stop by, and probably just as well.

Fun to think about though. Italics are the dream sequence...

Stole the image from Frederick's of Hollywood...Maybe their PR department can talk to their legal department out of suing me if I point you here to buy that luscious corset. Shame we can't surf the interwebs at work or I'd sit Derek in my lap and have him perve on their online catalog.

Derek doesn't stand a chance.

I am probably going to regret this on several levels but I sicc'ed Diana on Derek. He asked for it though. Not literally, but he did agree to let Diana help him pick out something for his girlfriend.

A reader reminded me about Diana offering to tease Derek. I thought it unwise not to mention to Derek that I had hinted about his interest in shoes to her, lest she flounce over and catch him off guard. At least that's what I told myself.

I was supposed to bring in some lingerie catalogs today but I forgot them. It reminded me though of an incident a couple (three?) of years ago.

Diana and I were on the same team. Someone was passing around an Avon catalog to get orders (frowned upon but tolerated, barely). There was a small section with shoes and some lingerie..Valentines Day or Christmas or something. I didn't pay much attention other than to order some lotion just to be supportive of the girl selling Avon on the side to help ends meet. This led to a discussion of catalogs in general and lingerie in specific. Someone dug through a purse and came up with some catalog that had a lingerie section. This was derided as 'too tame'. Diana said something about having a catalog with some "real" lingerie. She slipped out to the parking lot and came back with some catalog. It wasn't Fredrick's but like that. I remember giggling about panties with imprinted sayings. I don't remember any very well but one was something about tequila and the worm and obviously a penis reference.

So in the pricier section they had some constructed garments including a ribbed merry-widow and basques and corset looking things. One woman who interestingly was kind of know for kinky heels said, "I don't know anyone who would actually wear anything like that!..Garter straps? Where would you even get old fashioned stocking?" I met Diana's eye who was grinning broadly. Later in the lunchroom I said something about how funny that was since I actually have a couple that were similar to what we were looking at. Sylvia pulled up her modest (for her) skirt and revealed a purple garter strap...we BUSTED out laughing. So I KNOW she is Derek's kinda girl fetish-wear wise. She's every guys girl...Come to think of it I have been as of late, and probably modeled my what-is-slutty-fun to wear to work on Diana's tastes.

So I didn't tell all this to Derek but I did mention that I had forgotten to bring in a catalog but I would ask Diana if she had one. (She didn't, as it turned out.) He asked, "Won't she think that's weird?"..I explained..."Not Diana!"

I told him I would of course not mention his pointing out what he thought I might feel sexy in, that I'll just tell her your girlfriend has a birthday coming (don't we all?) and you were trying to find something sexy for her.

More or less having his consent, I approached Sylvia. I warned her that Derek blushes easily and that she wasn't to embarrass him or me in the team but maybe she could have some fun seeing what it is that he likes. She promised to bring in some catalogs tomorrow.

Seemed like a fun idea at the time, but now that I set it in motion I can see a dozen reasons why this was a BAD IDEA. Fun one though.

By the way...I was looking for a Frederick's of Hollywood cover for this post and ran across the above one from 1964! I didn't realize they were established that long ago...I found more of the catalog HERE. GREAT looking stuff. Makes me think that is probably what holds the waists in and the bosoms out on Mad Men. Great costumes on that show.)

Teasing Dustin....

Was the Dustin Hoffman character in that movie Derek? I might have Derek on the brain since he is obliquely staring at my legs as I rub my ankles together and then run an ankle up my calve.

When I got back from lunch, I thanked him for 'running that errand' for me and asked him if he found Jeniffer's size as well. He blushed huge at that. Mumbled something unintelligible. I prodded a bit and he explained he can't imagine a set of circumstances that would give him and opening to give them to her.

"Does she have nice legs?"

"Yeah, of course.." he enthused...

"So you explain, I think your legs would look GREAT in these. Admit to her that you had a whim to buy them while you were in the store on another errand. Admit that you were pretty embarrassed at check-out, and she will wear them." He pondered, nodding. "You were a bit embarrassed weren't you?" He blushed but only a slight pink.."yeah."

I said, "I feel you deserved the whole Mrs. Robinson rolling them on while you watch treatment, but not really work appropriate right?"

Who is "Mrs. Robinson?"

"The Graduate?" Blank look. "Dustin Hoffman?" ...Nothing..kids...

So he had a question: "Uh, how serious were you about me buying something for you to wear?"

Oops, bud nipping time. maybe. "Uh, I couldn't let you buy me anything actually, even if it wasn't a workplace issue, just you know, it would be wrong for me to accept." He rolled that one around. "Look its fun to wonder what you'd pick and probably fun for you to imagine doing it, but Jennifer notices a receipt from the mall and nothing from you, well that's trouble..trust me."

"You have something in mind, don't you?"

"Kinda, not really though..buying the stockings was kind of fun...I tried to get Jennifer to go with me into an underwear store in the mall.." (Need to teach the boy the nomenclature.) "She said it was too embarrassing. I thought about buying her something so I went in and asked the saleslady for some help for my girlfriend but i didn't know sizes and I got embarrassed and I left...this is a while ago when they had all the valentines stuff in the windows, you know?"

"What about catalogs? I could bring one in.."

So Derek and I have a date for perving through lingerie catalogs...that should be interesting. Probably better stick to Day-Night and Victoria's Secret. Might have to call the paramedics if I bring in Frederick's.

Paging Mrs. Robinson....

I don't know whether I mentioned to hubby or not but his interest in me teasing poor, young Derek, had me thinking of The Graduate.

So yesterday, the start of a new week had me thinking of those days of the week panties when I was a girl. I read a comment on someone else's blog..(I gotta keep notes because I can never remember where I read it when it strikes me fun/funny/kinky/hot later.) "Undie-less" Mondays.

I have a correspondent who, rather than enjoying the sexy/fun/pretty/panties I wear wonders if I wouldn't feel sexy without them. Dammit. Hard enough coordinating my bra and panties to my shoes much less to no panties...what, a nude bra and barefoot? Sheesh....

So yesterday, I was getting dressed and the best pair of thigh highs I could find had a run...it was high up towards the back and was covered by my skirt, but still, had me looking over my shoulder past my ass wondering if it had grown...

Got me thinking...

Caught me thinking as I subconsciously stared through Derek. Crooked a finger to Derek when not many people were around. "You going out for lunch?"

"I brought mine, was going to eat it at my desk..." Then a pause, thinking, wary, excited,"Uh, why?" You could almost HEAR the wheels turning and his inner voice saying "DAMMIT why did I say that..."

"Oh nothing.."..shameless hair twirl..."I was thinking about yor sweet offer that i should have had you run out to my car for my other heels.." I was already dangling one anticipating his involuntary eye flick under my desk.

"No, I remembered to wear the right ones today. Its just...." I lowered my voice conspiratorially "..I got a run in my thigh highs and I am paranoid its growing....I was thinking of sending you to the store for a new pair."

"I'd be happy to!" And he looked it...

"No, that's OK, lets just keep an eye on the run for now... It'll be fine...I can always take 'em off and go with nude legs if need be...." I grinned and whispered, "Scandalous!"

So today he didn't comment when I wasn't wearing anything on my legs but a couple of nicks....I was swinging a purple pump from my toe, not watching him watch me...(Damn I'm obsessed with shoe dangling at the moment.)

Finally when most of the team were out on a muffin or nicotine break, I slid over and said, "Hey would you mind running that errand for me at lunch?"

"No Problem!" he beamed.

I stood and bent over more than necessary rooting around in my purse and came up with a twenty. "Here this will cover it, let me write down the kind and size...you know how that works?"

"Uh, no..." a bit flustered. Recovering..."I'm sure i can figure it out...I can cover it." He said, trying to refuse the twenty.

"Well, I think Jennifer might be annoyed spending money on lingerie so I better cover it." That gave him pause for thought. I teased, "If you plan on buying lingerie for The Boss, it ought to be something YOU get to pick out! Why don't you get her a pair too with the twenty, you mentioned its hard for you to get her to wear hose, and I know you like it, so give it a shot." I scratched a note about what I thought from his description would be her size on the bottom of the note. I told him he could sneak out a little early so it doesn't cut into his lunch and I would cover for him.

He actually was coming back already as I was leaving and gave me the thigh highs in a brush pass that would have made John le Carre proud.

I had envisioned a Mrs. Robinson scene with me perched on the desk lasciviously rolling them up my legs, but that seemed a little obvious so I wriggled them on under the steering wheel of the car and headed off to Starbucks.

I am wearing them out crossing and re-crossing my legs as I type. Not sure if it is the stockings or the fact that I was talking to Derek again today about my nude legs, on "Undie-less Tuesday." I know, not the same ring but it took me a day to get the courage to go 'commando'. I didn't even bring a pair in my purse. I'm thinking of stopping by hubby's office on the way home from work.

Forth port of call....around the world tour.

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Grooming my Cuck...

Over the weekend, I engaged in a campaign of conditioning and gentle manipulation of my dear, fairly oblivious husband. I mentally poked and prodded him as I plotted and imagined. I feel not at all guilty about it.

I seem to have no shortage of ideas from correspondents, commentators on this blog, other peoples blogs and reading erotica. I tried a few of the ideas out, not in one long orchestrated, pre-planned way, but lazily as the things occurred to me.

Often, hubby obligingly played the 'straight man' setting up the punchline which I delivered to what seemed an enthusiastic audience. I wonder a bit how much is real and how much is in my head based on my preconceived notions of where my hubby's head is at. (More to the point which head his thoughts are at.)

Each and every comment and action seemed to me (seen through the prism of a rationalizing cuckoldress) tinged with cucky undertones.

Some outright some subtle, some wildly all in my head...

A weird example: Alan was helping with some housework and at one point was on a step-stool, feather duster in hand. From a picture i had seen on a sissy blog, my mind filled in a tableau of the surreal. I pictured him in a black ruffled 'french maid' costume with flared petticoats and a little white apron. In my minds eye I could see the misshapen bulge in his panties as I looked up his skirt. Mind you he was wearing baggy shorts at the time, and not at all attired in such a fashion. Made me think of shopping for a Halloween costume for him...

When he walked in to the bedroom and found me on the laptop, I told him that I had some rather kinky pics for our next porno session, and he needed to step up his game a bit. (The phrase suggested to me in an email was to tell hubby to "man up" and get some real porn on the screen for his part of out 'game' - made me giggle on a couple of levels.) I logged off my id and told him to look for some kinky porn and to aim for "shocking."

"Really??" he said as I looked over his shoulder and made a note of his password (predictable) as he logged in. I gave him some, "alone time" and came back to see he had indeed tried. I later went back through his history to see how his mind was working and he had googled "Kinky Porn". Well he is compliant anyway.

He did indeed find some kinky pics. My favorite that he showed me was a typical bukakke scene with a blond on her knees bathed in cum surrounded by 5 or six cocks. She had an incongruously angelic look of delight at results of her efforts. Not the actual picture he posted, but similar. I found this one here.

I had him vocalize his thoughts about it...I made it clear that I saw the girl as a stand-in for me thought she perhaps was chosen to be neutrally not much like me in age or appearance. I asked him to identify which cock he would be attached to in the scene. pretty interesting discussion. Although he conceded he would feel a little embarrassed to be surrounded by a collection of unsheathed swords, the it would be hot in the heat of the moment. He didn't seem to have a preference as to whether he was fucking her (my) face as others watched, was one of the cocks in her hand or simply jacked off in the background. It's all kind of the same level of hot he said.

I pressed a bit about his imaginings of me in a slutty-wife kind of role..."MILF servicing young guys at a frat party?"..."Hostess hired by middle-aged salesmen at a sales convention?" (Actually have kind of an open invitation of sorts for such a thing)..."Black guys in the back of a pool hall?" Threw that last one out there to both to see whether it generated an opening to bring up "Mr. Black" and to test the theory espoused in that referenced blog about cuckolds ultimate fantasy being size and stereotypically that image best served with a "black bull." He didn't bite on that one way or the other.

Other random bits and pieces of the weekend seemed cuckold related. For example I took advantage of a comment he made about my hosiery hanging in the shower to reinforce the point that I am wearing quite slutty underclothes to work nearly every day. Since the whole thing started with him imagining someone hitting on me at work, I want him thinking about that again.

Imagining me in a utility closet or bent of a desk or whatever. In fact the whole building is wired with a 'Big Brother array of cameras and really no place is safe for so much as a smootch. I actually brought up Derek by name. I left out of course my direct encouragement of him and the conversations he and I have had about it. I made it sound like I had simply noticed his eyes going to my legs from time to time especially when I engage in a little shoe play. I role-played it out a little with my husband sitting at his desk in his office showing how I dip and dangle a shoe. He thought it was hot and expressed how much he thought that Derek must enjoy that. Practically suggested that it would be an effective motivational tool to get the very best out of Derek that way. Derek was always obligingly conscientious about his work anyway, and my distractions are in fact just that and not likely to increase output.

I pushed the theme hard. I dug out my slutty red pumps and teased, If I had the guts to walk in the front door of work with these, "Do you think Derek would like these?" Oh yeah hubby said. He asked a lot of follow up questions that had me describing Derek and his age, my perception of his level of experience and the like.

I can't lead him too far into the murky world I swim in of cuckold blogs without the risk he will stumble here, but that otherwise would be a conversation starter of epic proportions wouldn't it? I recall someone mentioning having bookmarked some sites and realizing that his wife had browsed them. Talk about a hint.

In reality though the only thing that seems to be putting the brakes on a full-on cuckold experience of more or less my choosing is the thought that that would be a really huge genie (possibly a genie wielding a BBC) to stuff back into the bottle. As I have mentioned before also I like having dirty little secrets too it seems....It has been suggested I could still pick and choose which experiences to share and which to keep to myself, but maintaining the image of being not quite daring enough to do it makes the deception the more delicious.

I trolled Ashley-Madison some more this weekend and started up with some possibles. One seems like a good match about locations and availability. He sells real estate and he has had the fantasy of using his free time and access to vacant and semi-vacant homes for devilish delights. He admitted the perilous nature of the consequences of getting caught both inflame him and keep him from acting on it. He said that I seemed like someone he could trust to think on my feet in a near miss situation he envisions. He said he has mostly run into women too scared to try, or so bold they scare him. Little does he know about my recent fascination with close-call public sex.

The other thing I like about his profession is that it is one of the few that I could see plausibly (assuming anything develops between he and I) where I could invite him into our home with hubby right there to give opinions about our home such as what it might be worth and whether moving makes sense. (We would take a bath, but on the other hand we could buy something else equally cheaply..hubby and I have actually talked about it.)

There were probably a lot more discussions and activities this weekend that escape me at the moment but the other one was my again bringing up my slutty co-worker Diana. I had mentioned her in context of saying that she was jealous of Derek's attention to my legs when I mentioned it to her and that she was going to click-click by in some slutty shoes Monday to gauge his reaction. He thought the whole campaign to corrupt Derek was funny-hot. He also encouraged me to take up Diana's invitation to go to happy hour with her like old times. He even offered to get dinner for the kidling at home.

So hubby is going to babysit while I go to a bar with cheap drinks and a known slut as a wing-woman? Can you say cuck-cuck-a doo? Diana hasn't even pushed it at all lately I practically made it up to probe him a bit, but I think I shall. Diana's fake ones (and modestly, my real ones) are men-magnets in a bar. I told him he would have to show up and pry the men off us at some point early - or I can'`t be held responsible for the consequences. He liked that.

Guess the hosery....

This is an interesting game that apparently Derek has been playing all along, and is now kind of a joint exercise....

The other day when I got the thigh highs I also got some sandal-foot pantyhose because I wanted to wear a pair of strappy heels that I haven't worn in a while.

Yesterday, I wore them to work with a rather snug pencil skirt. I was alone with Derek when several people took an afternoon break and caught him looking at my shoes.

"Caught you that time." I remarked. "But you have either lost interest or are getting better at using your peripherals."

He grinned and said, "Oh, I am always noticing."

So what do you think, "Pantyhose or not?," I teased

"I was thinking pantyhose." He said with very little hesitation.

"You been keeping track?"

"Well, since that one day, after I finally got what you meant about not wearing pantyhose I can't help but notice. Like for instance yesterday with the black and then red shoes you were definitely not wearing pantyhose."

"How could you tell?" I said it casually, but I very well knew how..I had worn the bulky garter-belt and a clingy skirt at least at the top of it.

"The straps holding them up kinda showed." He actually blushed a little.

"Well its nice to be noticed, Derek. I kinda hoped though that no one noticed I switched shoes though. I hadn't meant to wear them to work."

"Why not?"

"Not really business appropriate."

"So why did you switch?"

Uh oh....hmmmmm.....well I started this....

I looked him right in the eye and said..."I had a lunch-date, and wanted to look nice."

He thought about that for what seemed like forever and then just. 'Oh.'

I told him that I was embarrassed a little when I realized my mistake. I said since I kind of thought if anyone noticed it would have been him, and that I though about sending him out to my car to fetch the proper pair. He likes responsibility and apparently shoes, so it was a natural fit from an executive standpoint.

He smiled big and said..."You should have, I'd be glad to have gotten them for you. I would have thought you wouldn't embarrass easily though, Mrs ________." He always make me feel like a third grade teacher when he calls me that.

He did a really lousy job of not looking for the rest of the day. Today I wore more sensible shoes and thigh highs. I haven't asked for his guess yet.

Kind of a weird unintended consequence from slutting it up for my date.

I ran into Diana who is sort of the most likely to push the boundaries of business attire and related part of this story, basically just mentioning that I had unintentionally worn some kinky shoes to work (leaving out the lunchtime shoe switcheroo) and that a young guy on my team had noticed them. She immediately said, Oh the red ones? I was aghast! I hadn't even seen Diana that day and she had noticed? Before I could get my head around that, she of course wanted to know who on my team had noticed...she said, "I'll have to wear something outrageous and strut on by. Can't let you have all the fun." That sounds like trouble.

So I asked her about when she had seen them. It was worse than I thought. Apparently, she overheard a couple of the administrative staff girls talking about my choice of shoes. One saying to the other, "I hope I have the guts to wear shoes like that when i am her age!" Diana loved needling me with that comment.

"We should go out sometime after work like old times. I know lots of places you could wear those shoes!" Old times involved a lot of alcohol and Diana displaying ample amounts of her proudly bought and paid for cleavage.

I mentioned Diana's open invitation but not the comment about the shoes to hubby..(Hubby has met her and knows what a wild child she is). He said, "You should go..you were pretty good friends a while back." Is he kidding?? Go to a pick-up bar with Diana? Well perhaps he isn't kidding...

My social calender is getting complicated...

Panties...or Not.

Interesting how panties figured into so many posts here. It only became an issue at all because of Jim's perception that husbands that send their wives out to get laid are panty-wearing cuckolds. It didn't dissuade him for me to mention that hubby had once (twice?) YEARS ago.

This led to me slipping a pair onto hubby and being surprised both at his lack of resistance and my visceral reaction to the process and the resulting look. Not what I expected.

This led to very interesting reactions from followers to this blog.

One fan who used to wear panties himself years and years ago, has started wearing them again in sexy tribute of sorts in a way that has taken on a life of its own. He bravely went out and purchased what sound like really cute pairs and has both enjoyed the experience and it sounds like been a bit discomfited by it. Getting out of our comfort zones is hot.

One would like to see me leave them out altogether and go sans panty to work and flash my little shoe fetishist underling. (under-the-desk-ling?) hmmmm. On the one hand I am already WELL over the line vis-a-vis company sexual harassment policy, but on the other hand it is pretty rare that a man would ever complain about such. He seems more than a little accepting of what I had to say, but it doesn't seem right when a male supervisor would get castigated for far less.

Well and good to take the high road, but I find myself checking out of the corner of my eye to see if he is checking me out out of the corner of his...He has been far more subtle since I more or less told him I noticed him noticing me. Its bizzare how him knowing I know and being more discreet is both hotter and frustrating. Derek MUST be still stealing looks, but not seeing him do it is maddening. On the other hand, since he is smarter about it ratcheting up the game a bit does seem do-able and that has me musing at my desk these days.

Where was I? Oh yes, panties.

So my new-found friend and I have had long talks on the subject. He has affirmed that there do seem to be lots of straight or bi men that enjoy panty play. It seems odd to me now in hindsight that it is associated with 'gay' when you think about it. More a submissive act I think. He has me thinking and behaving in dominatrix fantasy and I find I like it. I wonder about feminization, and ordering boys about. Boys in panties. Or out of them. Considering another Ashley-Madison profile expressly tailored for that sort of kink. I wonder though of men, already nervous about cheating, are trusting enough to let go in that sort of direction if they have that sort of urge.

Interestingly, as I was musing about all this I noticed that I had had a visitor to the blog who had reached me by Googling "Sissy Cuckold Blogspot" and I wondered. It is a Bull as they call them looking for prey; a hotwife easily cut out of the herd, left unattended by a sissycuck? Was it a submissive man, longing to hear of or even just suspect that while he is home trying on wifey's panties, she is out getting laid by his betters? Is it a wife wondering how best to deal with the desires of her 'man' who seems more sissy than man to her of late?

Seems odd in a way to be writing things that might appeal to any of the above. My husband isn't the most manly of men, but hardly a sissy until I urge him that way. Feminizing my husband doesn't seem lie something I would have in anyway aimed for in the past nor can really imagine wanting in the future on any permanent basis. Strikes me as one of those risky "be careful what you wish for" sort of things.

So here I am kind of full circle. I started with anger at a husband trying to have me seduced. Evolved to discussions of cuckolding of the stereotypical sissy cuckold type. Advanced the thought in tandem paths that never crossed of sissyfication of husband and actually cuckolding him, but without his direct knowlege. So I asked Jim about what he thought about the whole panty wwearing aspect of this thing now that his guess that hubby would came true..."Would you wear them if Wifey asked?"

"I am sure I would." he said...he chalks it up to the fact that men will do damned near anything to get into a woman's panties. So to speak.

If you obsess, they will come....

OK, I just got through posting that bit about Derek being off-limits since he works for me...

I was obviously thinking about him, since I just mentioned him in my lunchtime post about his apparent noticing of my slightly kinkier wardrobe as of late, but he hasn't remarked upon it. Up til now.

Now it wasn't like he just up and said something I did prompt him.

As I said, I had been deliberately teasing him with my heels today. I came back from lunch and kept it up. I leave at 11:00 and half my team leaves with me, other half at 11:30. They get 30 minutes versus my hour of luxury which always struck me as petty. I feel guilty so I don;t enforce the stragglers, some take advantage..on average I'd say most stroll in 10 minutes late. Some mumble excuses some take it for granted. Derek is one of those in early, stays a couple minute late kind of employees. Not brown-nosing I don't think and not me-specific since his reviews prior to me mention punctuality. He was at his desk working when I strolled in a couple minutes late myself. I knew he would be and hadn't had anything in mind (really!) but there he was.

I hopped on my desk which sort of faces his cubicle that he shares and said "Hi, hows it going?" He went on to explain a little about what it was that he was up to and had an idea or two about routing and such. A couple of times he faltered as his eyes were distracted by the arc of my swinging calve. (OK by this point I did have something in mind, but nothing well-formed.)

At some point he was staring off into space gathering a point and I swung my foot more or less in an arc through that thousand yard stare. He startled a bit, and actually blushed. I had him.

"What's on your mind Derek?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing," he mumbled, "I just..."

"Go ahead..Say it"

"Uh, I was just noticing that you wear pantyhose...." He rushed on...getting it all out in a string..."I don't mean anything by it it's just that my girlfriend mentioned the other day that hardly anyone she knows wears pantyhose anymore and definitely not in the summertime...I just was thinking it looked neat."

"Neat?" as in "Neat-o?" I was puzzled here..

He quickly rushed back in.."I mean like business like, polished I guess?"

"Well, thank you, Derek" I said. "It's nice to have the effort noticed."

"Really?" he said relieved..."I didn't want to, you know, hit a whole yellow light thing with that."

(We had the mandatory sexual/racial/orientation/gender sensitivity training earlier this year with a red yellow green light motif..)

"Hmmm....I didn't think you meant it at all that way....(of course I did!) and in general you would be right...like..."

About then a girl from a nearer cubicle filed back in...

I grabbed a stack of papers and beckoned Derek, who hopped up forgetting his earpiece til it yanked off his head..(that reminded me that the monitor room could have heard his side of the conversation and maybe even mine even though he was off the phone. Snoops! - but there is almost never anyone there around lunch time. I hope...)

He followed me and asked where we were going..I explained that the best place to have a private conversation in a crowded building without looking conspiratorial was on the run.

I explained that he is right that policy wise and sensible-wise commenting on anything a woman is wearing is something best left really neutral. "You look nice today" Vs. "You look hot". I pushed the envelope and said women in general are still women in the workplace and probably enjoy some attention as long as it is not a come-on.

"Oh, no...definitely not!"

"Definately not? Too Old?"

"No that's not it....I mean, I have a girlfriend and you are married and well..."

"It's OK, Derek only teasing a little."

We walked a little, hit an open staircase, headed up towards clerks-ville.

"If you have tacit or explicit permission you can be a bit more specific in compliments, but I as you supervisor would have to have been even more cautious...get it?"

"sure" but looked puzzled.

"To be explicit, you have my permission to stare at my legs if they please you, just don't be obvious lest your cubbie buddies tease you!"

"I can do that!" he grinned.

"Trust me, you need practice...periphials" (forty year old virgin reference..love that movie)."Back to work" I said pointing him towards the elevators to take him back down a flight.

"And, Derek..."

"Yes?"

"They aren't pantyhose." I turned and sashayed (really!) in the opposite direction. Kind of wish Jim were in I.T....thought about going through there to tease some nerds, but I have no reason to interrupt their dungeons and dragons games or whatever they do up there.

Black honest-to-god stockings and a garter belt tomorrow or my name isn't Slutty-Bossy-Lady.

(this took forever to type on my phone btw...and doing so while seeing Derek in MY peripherals made me want to embellish it into a whole "stay after work in the broom closet fantasy", but I held off - bravely)

Today's selection was...

modest attire on the outside, lacy cream colored matched bra panty set, and black pumps only kinky because of the 4" heels, but TOTALLY business appropriate otherwise..Interestingly I did catch a boy looking..(he's actually 26, but quite possibly a virgin except he lives with his girlfriend.)

OK that's kind of a lie. I didn't catch him looking I deliberately tantalized him into looking all the while pretending not to notice as he looked once then twice and tried (and thought he succeed) in not getting caught.

I had been thinking about the classic "shoe dangle" flirt when someone commented here and mentioned it. These shoes with their stiletto heels were made for it. Basically for those that are unfamiliar (and that leaves out all shoe/foot fetishists out there) there are several versions of this but basically you slip your heel out of the shoe and swing it back and forth on your toe distractingly. The innocent look on your face sells it.

What you are aiming for is the look that says, "Oh, that sexy shoe I am waving like a red flag to a bull in your face is SOOO far from my brain that I had NO IDEA I was even doing it."