I used to give Olivia "missions" to do at work so she could come home and tell me about it. Stuff like, give someone a downblouse with no bra, give someone an upskirt with no panties, etc. Here's the first one, the downblouse, in her own words:
My coworker Joe would occasionally come to my office cubicle for actual work, but more often than not, to flirt with me (and I may have even flirted back). For this mission, I worked up to my endgame over the course of a few days, starting with some minor downblouse action on Wednesday where I made sure to wear a semi low-cut top and a pushup bra to show plenty of cleavage. Not coincidentally, Joe returned more than once that day to check me out.
On Thursday, Joe returned as always, but was treated to a lower cut blouse and a looser bra. I could tell that he was trying to get the best view possible by the way he was sidling up beside me when going over paperwork and his continual shifting of positions. I wasn’t sure if he got a nipple peek but if not, it wasn’t for lack of trying. Again, he visited my cubicle several times that day. Lots of papers to sign maybe?
Friday came and Joe was, not surprisingly, back for more. This day, I had worn something similar to the day before except wearing a button-down blouse with an extra button or two undone. After his third visit of the day, I told him that I was working through my lunch hour and if he had a few minutes, I needed to go over something with him.
Before he arrived, I went to the bathroom and removed my bra. Then I went back to my cubicle, unbuttoned one more button and waited. At around 12:15, Joe returned and noticed immediately what was different but tried to ignore it (as if he could). “So,” he said, “What do we need to go over?” “I’ve got the paperwork right over here,” I said motioning to another part of my desk. I stood and walked over, adding, “I’m going to need you to take a closer look at these forms before we file anything.”
Joe followed me but went around to the opposite side (as I hoped he would). Then I leaned down close to the paperwork and he did the same, giving him a view to die for. Outside of my breasts being out of my blouse completely, there was no way for him to see more than he did. He had the perfect shot of my perfectly shaped boobs and the hardened pink nipples that adorned them. I knew by the bulge in his khakis that he liked what he saw. And just so Joe didn’t think he was getting away with anything, after he had taken in the view for a minute or so, I pretended to catch him in the act of looking. “I can’t believe you,” I said quietly, feigning shock. “Oh, can’t you?” he returned. Then, as his cocky nature demanded, he slipped his index finger into the top of my blouse and pulled it open even more. I couldn’t imagine he had missed seeing anything over the last few minutes, but if he had, there was no question now. “Mm,” he said quietly, “Simply beautiful.” When he saw me later in the day (I had put my bra back on), Joe mentioned that he’d have no problem if I wore that top again sometime. And I would…
I don't have many downblouse pics but here's a representation of what he would have seen...
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