Library
I'm helping a co-worker re-stack the shelves with pre-sorted books. She's a "single mum". Apparently, she has a "Date for Tonight" who is going to pick her up in the Car park straight from work. So she is dressed for the Occasion. As we reach the shelving with our loaded trolley, she grabs some books. Her tits pop right out of her red and black, shelf bra, her nipples clearly visible from her half-buttoned, white chiffon blouse. She crouches on her stilettos, legs wide. Black nylons, red and black suspenders, red and black thong, hairy mons. "Stand in front of me." she asks. "Why?" I respond. "I don't want them Witherforks Pervs getting a free Floor Show! They only come in here to look!" "But I can see right up your skirt! Your thong, your pubes, your breasts, your nipples!" "AH! But YOU are a decent, married Bloke ! You know exactly what I'm dressed for!"
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