I had an old coworker once who regularly wore short skirts, but would often have leggings on as she was on her bike everywhere. At work it was business casual, which for the guys is pretty standard, but for the ladies, lots of different options. She would wear these short skirts all the time, again usually with leggings, but I would try all the time to get a peek but to no avail. Occasionally I would get so close, and this was usually due to how our place was set up. It was retail and the office was on the lower floor and we had registers downstairs and upstairs, and the stairs up where behind the registers and near the office. I was doing inventory and when I knew she was working upstairs I would go to the office when I knew she would be heading up. I’d try to time it perfectly but she would have on dark leggings and the staircase itself had dim lighting and the combination made for many close calls. This is when she first started, then after we got talking I realized she was a good weed connect, and would see her more often outside of work.
As I would meet up with her the hope of actually seeing something seemed like it may be better. I would meet her at her house or around town depending where she was. Still nothing, again close calls, a lot of thigh but no cigar. Then one sunny beautiful day I was meeting her at her house and as I’m driving past her house to look for parking, she is pulling up on her bike, and by sheer chance she is getting off her bike while wearing a very short skirt, only this time she did not have leggings thanks to the sunny day. As I’m passing I’m treated to the sight of her lifting her left leg over her bike and finally I get the perfect shot of her little black thong from front to back. It was nice and bright out and I luckily had just taken off my sunglasses or I may have missed this clear shot. I am driving by and as she finishes dismounting she looks up and sees me, and I could tell by the way she paused for that brief second, she just thought about what I may have seen. As she was just on her bike she may have been flashing everyone along her path, but again I was just happy to be at the right place at the right time.
I would get a few more peeks here and there, but nothing wide open like that first one. She was a cutie too, tall and thin, she was a belly dancer, a bit small on top but I swear every top she wore exposed all the cleavage she could offer and at times seemed just short of her nipple popping out. The tattoo on her left tit meant that one was sure to look. It was good times, but I do remember my wife was pregnant at the time and got really jealous, despite the fact that nothing was going on, but knew what I liked and that this girl definitely fit the ticket. I miss that job, as it was a tourist heavy location and my lunch spent in the cafe on site allotted many amazing sites, as long as you knew what table to sit at to be in the right place at the right time.
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