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.

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

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Interesting what you don't know interests you till it does...

This little video clip is but one example. I was aware (as I think most women are) of this arrow in the general quiver of flirty things you can do to catch a guys eye. I hadn't thought of it as a full-on fetish till a couple of different guys wrote after I had in passing alluded to doing this with Derek. This video was one I looked up to explain to hubby how I was teasing Derek a little as "punishment" for noticing him noticing my shoes. This led to a discussion about tattoos. Neither hubby nor I have any or any plans for same but both agree hers looks hot here. We talked about some temporary tattoos as something that might be fun to try.

This led me to think of the many things that I either search out myself now online or hear from others about in response t my blog.

There is a whole category of kink revolving around panties it seems. These panty perverts (and I mean that in the most wholesome and delightful and encouraging way) come in all stripes and flavors it seems. There are those that want me to go sans panties and enjoy the breeze up my skirt. There are actually fans of vintage look from granny panties to the ruffled "rumba butt" . There are fan's of thongs and french cut and low riding all requiring a different level of deforestation or being shaved like a porn star to accommodate all these taste. There are fan's (elvis was one) of the more "natural" look peeking out around the fabric. There are crotchless and even edible ones...(just FYI, they are neither particularly wearable nor edible, just sayin').

Then you take all of those choices and do a little gender-fucking. Guys in panties are interesting. Some do it for a kink. Some like the feel. Some like to be humiliated and find it shaming. Some delight in it. Some like to shave smooth and "be the girl" some like to make it obvious they are fucking with gender and proudly display hair legs. Some wish they could shave but hesitate because of the discussion that would ensue with the wife or the girlfriend (or both!...teehee!). Then you have manly men, who have no such interest ineither crossdressing or panties yet shave like a pornstar and proudly display shapely legs...I wonder how many cyclists crossdress or how many corssdressers swim?

And all of these kinks doesn't even begin to address the varied places readers seem to be coming from. I've got cucks and sissys and cuckolded sissy's (which interestingly aren't all one and the same.) I have wife-hunters and milf-hunters and bulls, (oh my!). I have cuckoldresses and cheating wives. Monogamous pairs. Swingers. What a great cocktail party they would make one and all, no? Hot wives and slut wives and cheating husbands and even the occasional ascetic.

Wasn't there a country song a while back."Who's cheating who, and who's bein' true, and who don't even care anymore?"

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...

Pre-date Prep and Jitters.

I woke before my alarm clock ans squirmed with excitement. I considered jumping hubby who was lying on his no doubt morning wood. He mus have sensed me thinking about it because he humped the mattress a couple of times in his sleep as I pondered. I decided to let my arousal build to a crescendo.

Extra attention in the shower with the disposable razor..smooth smooth smooth.

I packed my satchel as I am calling it. It is a big tote we got on vacation with flowers that color in the sunlight. I have been taking the laptop in it since it fits and now I have to bring it home each night since hubby remembers we have it. I am hoping the tote hides it a little but doesn't look like I am hiding it if he happens to notice.

I grabbed my fairly realistic modest sized dildo with the twist dial on the base that goes from hmmmm to WOW. (Well, I'm pretty used to it now so the wow in maybe lowercase now. I can ride a wave for a while with the tip of it pressed to my clit...nice realistic mouth feel to it if it does taste a bit plastic-y)

Kinky shoes...red 4" stilettos I think I got from Frederick's of Hollywood. Penny-pinching accountant husband has NEVER said no to a purchase from Fred's. From the dog-ears on the corners of the catalog, I think he reads it for the articles... There was no intention of anyone from work seeing the shoes, but Derek definitely noticed and that led to an interesting discussion, but thats a whole 'nother post. Maybe I'll throw that in at the end...(I know what a tease!).

Packed my red lacy garterbelt that matched the front closing bra I had put on. The panties are a replacement that go OK, but aren't part of the set.

Longish skirt with lots of pleats for easier access. Snap-up top for quick access.

Stockings! Damn!....Not one single pair i can put together as matching is without a run or a toe-hole. Been wearing my kinky stuff lately and been going through stockings. I should send husband to pick some up to draw MORE attention to the fact that I am going out of the house fully slutted up these days. He said something the other day when he was moving some lingerie from the shower so he could get in...I apologized for turning the bathroom into a laundromat...he said something about not minding since wearing the kinky stuff seems to have made me horny lately...that's kind of backwards of what is going on, but it made a nice alibi...I love wondering if he is wondering...

I decided to stop by Walgreens on the way to work and get thigh highs. I have my mind set on the garter belt so knew I would have to bunch up the elasticy part to get the clips from the garter straps on, but no guy is going to notice the redundancy of stay-up stockings and a garter belt. Its all about the visuals here.

I browsed quickly at the store grabbing some sundries. Travel size toothpaste and a folding brush...other things so it didn;t look like I had made a walk of shame trip for new stockings only. The nude color I selected was a little less so than say sheer black...

I picked the older lady's line Then got out of line when I realized...CONDOMS!

I had made it clear that I was taking Brian up on his non-strings cunnilingus offer to 'payback' for the no strings fellatio he got a while ago. I had no intention of letting his cock go to waste, in fact I had very specific plans to use it in every way imaginable. Reminding him to bring condoms would give it away, and no condom well not going there! So I grabbed a huge multipack figuring I would blush once and deep red now rather than a few times over the course of the next month or two...(If this econo-slut sized box doesn't last me a while....I deserve the title)

Back to older ladys line..(who is probably my age...ghak!) it is a little shorter..she is slow....come on come on...cute youngish guy behind me, he can no doubt see the condoms. I brazenly don;t try to hide them...bold, marj, bold.

Young guy on other register is hustling and clears his longer line...

"Ma'am I can help you here.." to me (Grrr Ma'am...although Brian said it a few times later and in that context it warmed my domme-y little heart). I was next and Older lady was looking myopically for a UPC on the purchase in front of me..deep breath I switched lines as did the youngish guy behind me...

I prepared to blush as I watched him ring me up with out comment...quick efficient, professional..ALMOST (but not really) disappointed when he didn't call for a price check on slut-pack condoms...Bagged, paid for and I swear he held my eye with a glint for just a moment at the end...probably my feverish imagination..it does that.

Off to work. I could easily have waited till just before lunch, but to be honest I wanted Derek to catch an eyeful of sheer stockings if not slutty shoes..I had worn semi sensible (for me lately) shoes. Mary Janes with a wider ankle-strap think frumpy not bondage gear but with kinky but only 3" heels.

Bathroom stall. Lose the shoes. Skirt on the hook, panties in the satchel. Slidddde on the stockings,,(love that feeling) they stay up as they are made to...could have left it at that, but wriggled and twisted and clipped and got the straps on. This made the tops bunch up like I knew they would and I frowned a little at the bulge that would make in the line of my skirt.

Looked at the panties which have to go OVER the garter straps both for fuckable access but also in case you want too pee in a hurry! But looks a little silly to me that way. I took a readers sugestiona nd went sans panties. That was fun..I used to find that daring slutty in my youth and was pleased to feel that again. maybe I will have no-panty Wednesdays or something...can;t wait to announce that to my team...

Made it to my desk more or less on time...self conscious about the straps but in a hot way...Derek didn't seem to to notice..not even with the bending, and dangling and leg crossing I put in. It was a good way to kill a few hours before lunch though..(Didn't expect me to WORK did you?)

Dragging out this story DOES seem a bit of a tease as suggested. SO I figure I will drag this out for days!!!! (sticks out tongue)

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)

57 Minutes of heaven...

As an awkward teenager, did you ever play seven minutes of heaven? You go into a darkened closet with a shy boy and fool around with your clothes on while you fear the door opening any moment even though the rules say do not disturb?

Like that.

But parked under the shaded overhang between an SUV and a truck with heavy tinted rear windows was a bit less private. Which made it hot enough to need the engine on to run the air.

(Jim has asked that I not be descriptive in any identifiable way...so I will say a sedan pulled upo with a non-descript guy in it. ~A non-descript guy with piercing blue eyes~ PHSSLLLT!)

"This is probably kind of a bad idea...."

"Oh, no, it can't be bad, we have agreed your intentions are to be good, and I have committed to refrain from corrupting you..."

This goes back to the transcription of a chat that Jim exercised veto and letting ya'all read. Essentialy though we were playing what if..had to do with Clinton's definition of is or if or whatsit. How far could he go before he would feel like he couldn't look Wifey in the eye and say, "I did not have sexual relations with that harlot woman."

Basically the rules were as follows:

Two hand touch above the waist. Wait that was inter-mural powder-puff football.

At least one person had to have all their clothes on at any given time. (We may have stretched that one a bit when I told him his belt was hitting me wrong and slipped it off and then totally cheated and unzipped him.)

Making out was OK. I had asked about lap-dances, he said if you can figure out how to pull that off in a car...go for it...

The theory was that in a car how much trouble could we get into? Especially in the company parkinglot? I didn't remind him I consider cars an aphrodisiac lately.

Total nudity was verboten. He actually stopped me when I started to reach behind to unclasp my bra, but I am getting ahead of myself.

We drove off quickly lest anyone notice I was getting 'picked up'. That's where I left the narrative above.

He said, "Yeah, but I forgot about Pheromones or maybe its just your perfume?"

I wasn't wearing any (worried about Wifey) but had rubbed some lotion on my hands. Its an Avon cucumber/melon thing.

I held my hand up to his nose and he kissed my wrist..."This?"

"Yes, seems like a 'clean' scent."

Maybe I'd better go with a more neutral hand lotion next time.

He laughs, "Maybe I should buy Wifey the same kind." First time he called her Wifey, I think it annoys him when I do, which is half the fun.

We basically drove around the block for about 15 minutes it seemed like but I am sure it was much sooner. I teased and flirted. I had said I wouldn't do ANYTHING unless he specifically OK'd it.

"Is it OK that the top button on my blouse was undone before I got in?" ~smirk~

"May I cross my legs the other way?"

"Lose another button?"...."And this one?"

"Would you like to see a hint of pink lace?" By now it was getting a lot more dangerous than driving with a cell phone and I suggested we park..

"Where?" we cruised a neighborhood that runs right up to the business district, but the neighborhood watch seemed out in full force..or at least a lot of floppy hat wearing gardening ladies.

"Back to work.." He protested that it is way to risky..not as much for him, he says he hardly runs into anyone that knows him from before he became a contractor, but worried about me. I pointed out that the smokers hung out near the door and the actual lunch eating or nooner-having crowd wouldn't be back for over 30 minutes...

SO we parked.

He seemed conflicted. Visibly aroused. Shyly embarrassed.

We had talked about his concern about "getting something started and leaving me hanging." I had assured him I was a big girl and I own a vibrator.

I unbuckled and leaned over to his side and kissed him. Deeply.

He kissed back. A lot.

I encouraged his hand inside my open shirt. He foiled the move with a firm hold on my ribs, though his thumb brushed the underside of my cup a bit. That felt really nice.

I reached to the side fumbled and futzed around and found the recline..this got me back from the less tinted front windows and got me in a more temptingly fuckable position.

I tried to reach behind and unhook, but he said whoa. (really)

I said, well, If I gotta leave my bra on, you have to see the matching panties. He retreated to his side without objection as I (seductively , I think) unzzzzzzzzziped my skirt and eased it under me and down to the floor. Now I am wearing a button-down shirt that isn't the least bit buttoned, a lightly lined bra with a lace insert that matches the lace in the french cut panties. There's even a little bow at the top of the panties, but nothing happens if you untie it, just the hotglue comes off. And the shoes...he does appreciate them...

I was thinking though I should have matched the shoes to the panties if I was going to strip down to them...then I realized that given the location, if seen that was the least of my worries...I wasn't sure he was going to notice if anyone came that way, and asked him. He said that 8 people had come out of the building since we parked and 7 cars left. He figures two were in one car...only one car had come into the parking lot. I'm basically fucking Rainman here. Ok not fucking, but I felt very sparkly....should have taken him to Vegas!

anyway we nuzzled and fooled around and played and despite wanting me to avoid even toples nudity, I'm pretty sure that when his hand cupped mmy breast inside my bra and eased it out and the cup under, thats kinda nude.

He actually said, oops and meant it...said.."I got a little carried away...wasn't going to...."

Whatever he was or wasn't going to do was lost when his lips and tongue decided to explore my very erect nipple. My nipple didn't mind the lack of conversation.

"Oh, my..." he said looking flush, and guilty and full of wonder all at once...

At some point I was teasing him mercilessly stroking the his white jockeys up and down the length of his cock, my fingertips on the fabric, just the sides of my fingers brushing his rigid member. He was so engorged that you could see the ridge of detail of the head of his cock...it was all I could do not to rip those shorts down and nose-dive into his lap.

Now you can see why my DH got the office blowjob.

Someone asked about that like how often hubby gets blown..I realized that answer lately (A LOT) doesn't match historicaly data trends and hubby is an accountant...Do men take gratuitous fellatio the way woman are suspicious of flowers "just because"? Hope not!

I Love love loved the whole thing. Partly I like the whole public thing. I like the whole orgasm denial thing..(although this was more than just orgasm denied, I don't know if there is a word for this level of denial.)

It was about desire, and sensuality, and forbidden, and fidelity and it was hot.

I'd do it again in a heartbeat despite Jim's misgivings that in my current nympho-maniacal state I'd be frustrated.

Fair warning though Jim - Next time you get your cock within arm's reach I am not promising not to gobble it up. I wouldn't want to make hubby suspicious if I come too home cock-hungry!

Update for today's post

(edit: Jim ~for whom I am on this week-long campaign of slutty attire to lure him out of hiding~ said he loves the sound of the shoes, has a shoe thing himself. I have agreed to wear nothing but them for the rest of the week until he gets a chance to slip into the building to voyeur them)


Added:
Good thing classic black pumps go with everything but it does limit my sartorial options. I already can;t reasonably bare midriff in the workplace, less the young sluts on my team outshine me, and well it's just unseemly for a 40+ boss lady. Further the 'one slutty thing at a time" means that the heels and a mini, or the heels and deep decolletage are out as well.

I will have to fall back on the "accidental" slutty signals. Mostly snug fit. Like "OOps is it cold in here of does this unlined bra and thin twin-set sweater not disguise the location of my erect nipples?" The "Oh, dear did the whale tail of my thong show when I bent over in these medium rise jeans?" is a good one but you can't pull it off all day, or you get a crick in your back form bending over all the time. Panty lines are sexy as I understand it from guys despite how hard we try to avoid them. No panty lines when there definitely should be some cause consternation as well. Camel toe is hard to pull off in the office, especially except on casual Fridays and I usually wear jeans and ones tight enough for that are hard to sit down in.

I've thought about it and decided I will not be posting my attire here for Jim to see lest he merely wait till my lunchtime furtive post and choose to stop by (or not) only AFTER he has seen the menu. I am damned sexy in anything and he will take what he gets when he finally deigns to lower himself to peep at me. So there!

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."