Clara pushes things further

Clara stared at the form in front of her, pen poised in waiting, but her mind was a million miles away. It felt so... exciting! She could feel faint sensations upon her exposed crotch, namely the cool air of the office air conditioning and, every few seconds, the hot air of Gerald's breath. It was the tingling sensation in her arms that she was enjoying the most, however. She could feel that electric sort of thrill that you get on Christmas morning or the first time you kissed another person. She felt so alive!

A few minutes passed with neither her nor Gerald making a move. She began to wiggle her toes impatiently as she waited for him to make another suggestion to her, but nothing was forthcoming. She decided to try and **** the issue.

"Gerald?" she asked sweetly. "I hope you don't mind, but... I usually take my heels off when I'm working. Give my feet a rest, you know? I know that you're under there any everything, but you don't mind, do you?"

"Ah no, no, not at all, no." Gerald stammered. "Whatever makes you comfortable."

Still keeping her legs spread, she tried to reach down to one of her feet. Not too hard, though; she wiggled her fingers about an inch or so away from it, and faked a grunt.

"Oh, here, allow me." Gerald offered. She eased back into a sitting position as she felt his hands wrap around her feet and ease off her footwear.

"Sorry Gerald. Normally I'd be able to reach, but my skirt is kind of restricting me; especially sitting like this. The material is starting to dig into my thighs too."

"Oh. Well. Well. Ah. Oh. Well you could, ah, you could always, you know, if ah, you wanted. That is, I mean, ah, you could take your skirt off?"

This time the thrill of excitement shot right through her; she felt it rise suddenly from her crotch and through her belly before settling in her chest.

"Oh, but Gerald, I couldn't! That would be against the office dress code."

"Well, actually, technically, there isn't one." Gerald replied. Clara knew this, of course. She'd researched it before typing out her e-mail.

"Yes, but... to expose myself like that! What would the rest of the office think?"

"It'll be alright. Nobody will mind. In fact, ah, in Japan it's perfectly normal for a woman to work bottomless. It increases productivity. It might look good for you, ah, career wise, if, ah, you know, if you're willing to do anything to improve productivity."

Clara paused as if considering it, but really her mind was working frantically. She had to give the impression that she had AGS, and it had to be faultless. So far Gerald's arguments would have convinced her that it was acceptable to go bottomless, but that did not necessarily mean that she would still do it willingly. She had to try and **** him into ordering the skirt off.

"I don't know Gerald, I don't think I could. I'll just endure the discomfort; it's only until you've fixed the computer anyway, then I can sit normally again."

"I could be a long time." Gerald said hopefully.

"No, really. My mind is made up." Trying not to make it too obvious, she added casually "Maybe if it was for my safety, you know? But it's not something I can do flippantly."

She moved her foot over to one of her discarded shoes, and ran her big toe over the smooth leather. "Come on Gerald!" she thought to herself. "You've taken my shoes and my panties off; go for it! Take off the skirt too!"

She heard Gerald gulp - an actual gulp! She thought that only happened in Tom and Jerry cartoons. "Uh, well... ah... circulation and ah..."

"What was that?" Clara asked.

"I think... that... ah... for your circulation, so that it doesn't cut off your circulation... Clara, it is absolutely vital to your health and wellbeing that you... that you... ah... that you remove your skirt. Immediately."

"If... if I have to." Clara said, reluctantly.

Clara bit her lip, and looked around the office. She gave a little jolt of surprise as she realised that quite a few people were watching her and Gerald with some interest. They hurriedly turned away, suddenly absorbed in their work, but they'd look back in a minute. And when they did, they'd see that Clara was bottomless.

She lifted her behind off the seat ever so slightly and grabbed the elasticated waistband of her skirt. She pulled this down below her buttocks and sat back in the chair. She had expected it to feel prickly against her bare skin, but the cloth of her desk chair was quite soft and smooth. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the waistband further down until the skirt was past her knees. She let it go, and it pooled on the ground around her feet. She spread her legs again, as wide as the armrests of her chair would allow. This time she placed one of her hands over her crotch, feigning modesty.

"That feels a lot better." Clara admitted. There was no reply from Gerald, so Clara continued "I feel as free as a bird now. This will help my circulation, right Gerald? Help my body be at it's best?"

"Your body is amazing." came the reply from beneath her desk.

Beneath her hand, Clara could feel moisture on her pussy. She was getting wet. "Give it a few minutes," she told herself "Make sure everyone sees you, then I can slip out to the ladies room and satisfy this particular itch."