We had a young lady, Nancy, who worked a clerical position in our office. I was lucky enough to have one of the only office with windows, my desk faced them, I had a nice scenic view that visitors would often stand there and admire. Nancy would come in twice a day to bring me reports, then she would take the last set and put them in binders. In the hot summer she would wear light dresses, no slip, generally no bra (she was maybe a B cup), so I had this great view of the light coming through the window and outlining her beautiful body.
It got ruined one day when my boss stopped by, saw the little show I enjoyed and said it was inappropriate and unprofessional, I have to instruct Nancy to wear undergarments in the future. After he left I told Nancy the what he had said, she got huffy, complained that the AC in our office was inadequate and she'd be hot and uncomfortable.
The next morning Nancy came into my office wearing slacks and a blouse, she closed the door behind her, faced me, lifted up her blouse exposing her bra and said "reporting for underwear inspection sir."
In the future she kept a bra and a slip in her desk in case the old grouch showed up. So my little thrill continued.
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