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"Two more dresses to go, Jake," Abbie said with a mischievous glint in her eye. "You're being such a good sport. I know guys usually hate shopping and trying on clothes."

Jake looked at her incredulously. "Are you seriously suggesting that I hate watching you get undressed over and over again? I think you need to reassess what guys like, Abbie."

Abbie laughed, a sultry sound that sent shivers down Jake's spine. "Oh really? Maybe you should enlighten me then." She cocked an eyebrow, waiting for him to take the bait.

Jake grinned, deciding to play along. "If you're looking for a tip on what guys tend to like -- I'd say that sexy clothes are a good start. Also, letting the guy kind of peek down the front is nice. Sneakily showing off what kind of panties you have on never hurts. And honestly, if we're getting down to brass tacks, I'd say that general nudity will always be a big hit." He paused, grinning at Abbie, delighted that he could speak so bluntly.

"And this is what most guys like?"

"Well, it's tough to say. I'm just speaking from my own lived experience."

Abbie giggled. "And this is what you like?"

Jake nodded. "Yeah, that's a decent checklist."

"Okay, I'll try to keep all that in mind. Thank you so much for the education!"

"You're welcome. And now, if you don't mind -- would you please take off that dress and try on the next one for me?"

"Well, since you asked so nicely," Abbie purred, her fingers toying with the straps of her dress. "I'd be more than happy to oblige."

"Also," Jake continued, his voice husky with desire, "would you allow me to watch this time? I'm getting tired of staring at the door. It doesn't have quite the same ... appeal."

Abbie giggled, a sound that was both innocent and deeply seductive. "You should be **** to the door. But yes, you may watch this time." She faced him, her hands hovering over the straps of her dress. "Although, what's left to see? You literally just had an eyeful of everything." She winked, referencing the moment when she'd bared her breasts to him.

"You got me there," Jake admitted, his eyes never leaving her figure. "But once is never enough when it comes to you, Abbie."

Abbie's smile widened, a mix of flattered and flirtatious. "Fair enough." She slowly pulled one shoulder strap down, letting half the dress fall limply around her hip, fully revealing her right breast. "Oh!" she gasped, feigning embarrassment and covering her breast with her hand.

But instead of staying modest, she let her hand slide down her body, fingertips grazing her skin until they just barely touched the material at the center of the dress. Jake watched, transfixed, as she released the other shoulder strap. The entire dress collected around her hips, both breasts now bare.

Abbie locked eyes with Jake as she wiggled her hips from side to side. The dress, now held up by nothing, fluttered to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her panties and heels.

"Oops," she said innocently, making no move to cover herself. "How clumsy of me."

Jake's hands clenched at his sides as he fought the urge to touch her. Abbie's body was perfection incarnate, and the knowledge that they were in their workplace, that anyone could walk in at any moment, only added to the intoxicating thrill. Abbie stepped closer to Jake, her bare breasts nearly brushing against his chest. "See something you like?" she purred, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

Jake swallowed hard, his gaze roaming hungrily over her nearly naked form. "Everything," he managed to croak out.

Abbie giggled, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on him. She turned slowly, giving him a full view of her backside. The red panties she wore were cut high, accentuating the curve of her ass.

"So the fourth dress," said Abbie. She reached for a light blue satin dress. "This is gorgeous, but it is hard to get in and out of. I will probably need your help."

Jake nodded. "Glad to be of service."

Abbie held the dress in front of her and stepped into it. She pulled it up her legs and over her hips. Jake was still ogling her bare breasts, stunned at the ease at which Abbie just stood there with no qualms about her nudity.

She pulled the dress up in front. It had only one shoulder, which had a bit of extra material hanging over. The other side scooped down, tucking under her arm.

"The zipper goes up the side, I think to be more hidden. But I can't really reach it well, and the dress is a bit tight to get in and out of."

"Doesn't look tight -- looks fantastic."

Abbie nodded. "Well, you can try wearing it sometime, and you'll see what I mean."

Jake walked over to her. "Where's the zipper?"

Abbie lifted the arm that didn't have a shoulder strap on it. "Here."

With the zipper open, Jake was inches away from her breast. He reached his hand out for the zipper, and touched the edge of the material. "Oh, this is nice. Is it satin?"

"Yes, and it feels amazing, doesn't it?"

"May I rub a bit of it?"

Abbie smiled. "Of course you may."

Jake put his hands on the material, initially avoiding contact with any of Abbie's more tender areas. "You're right. It's very smooth." He put his hand on her stomach, and slowly slid it upward, and just under her breasts. "Very smooth indeed." He placed his other hand on her ass. "Does it feel as good inside the dress as out?"

Abbie laughed. "I don't know."

"May I test both sides of it?" he asked, knowing what a silly question it was -- but knowing what the answer would be.

"Certainly, Jake. Test it out."

He slid his right hand into the opening where the zipper was. He had palm on her bare stomach now, and felt the inside of the dress against the back of his hand. He lifted his hand upward, his fingers grazing the undersides of her breasts. He moved further, and took her bosom in the palm of his hand. He breathed deeply. Abbie closed her eyes.

"I'm sorry Abbie, I was trying to hold back, but you ... your body -- you're just irresistible."

Abbie smiled and sighed. "I know."

Jake's right hand continued enjoying a full massage of her breasts while his left rubbed her ass from the outside. He paused, and ran his left hand over her waistline. "Abbie, the line of your panties is definitely visible through this satin. I'm worried it's going to give you a look that you won't like. I think we should fix that, don't you?"

"Ooh, yes. We should. Think of the photos."

Jake was thinking of her naked body, but he said, "Right. The photos."

Abbie wriggled in the dress, trying to get enough of a grip of her panties to pull them off from underneath -- but it was too tight. "I'm going to have to take this off again."

Jake stepped back, and Abbie pulled the one shoulder strap back down. Once again, her top half was fully exposed. She looked at Jake and bit her lip suggestively.

"Do you need help?" he said.

"I do."

He reached out and took up the material of the dress from around her hips. He pushed it down, stroking the sides of her legs as he went. Abbie looked at him, inviting him to continue. Without another word, Jake took hold of the sides of her red panties, and pulled them down to the floor. On his way back up, he ran his palms along the outsides of her legs, squeezing harder as he got to the top, and slid his hands behind her ass. She was completely naked in his arms, in the conference room, one unlocked door away from all their co-workers.

"Thanks," she said, kissing his cheek. She put the panties on the table next to the bra. She reached down for the dress, and pulled it back up over her hips.

Once it was in place around her ass, Jake put his hand there again, and said, "Much better."

She smiled, and lifted the shoulder strap in place. "Now the zipper?" She turned her back to him this time, and he reached around her side for the zipper under her arm. His body pressed into hers, and she could feel that his cock was fully erect, though tucked down the side of his pant leg. She swished her ass side to side to give his dick a little attention, and she felt it pulse through the material.

"Fuck, Abbie. I think you could make me come with a snap of your fingers."

"Ooh, I'd like to try that," she said. She lifted one hand into the air, and slowly, quietly, snapped her fingers. She felt him twitch behind her. "Did it work?"

"Fuck ... no, but seriously, so close."

Just then, the sound of footsteps hit both their ears. Before either could do much of anything, the door to the conference room opened. Both Jake and Abbie turned to look. Standing there was Lawrence, one of the other PR reps in the company.

"Oh, sorry --" said Lawrence, his eyes widening as he took in the scene before him. His gaze darted from the pile of discarded clothes on the table to Abbie in her clinging blue satin dress, and finally to Jake standing suspiciously close behind her. Lawrence's brow furrowed in confusion, clearly struggling to make sense of what he was seeing.

"Hi Lawrence," Abbie chirped, her voice unnaturally bright. She subtly shifted her body, angling herself to block Lawrence's view of Jake's lower half. "I have a party this weekend, and I needed to get opinions on what dress to wear."

Lawrence's eyes narrowed skeptically. "Huh. Okay." He glanced around the room again, his discomfort evident. "This is a weird place to do that." His gaze settled on Jake, who was doing his best to look nonchalant. "And he's a weird guy to do it with."

Jake felt a flush creeping up his neck. "Thanks," he said dryly. "I'm Jake, by the way."

Lawrence sighed heavily, clearly more concerned with his own agenda than their explanations. "Okay. Whatever. Can you finish up soon? I'm supposed to have a meeting here at 5:35."

"Absolutely, Lawrence," Abbie said smoothly, her smile never wavering. "Whatever you need."

Jake couldn't resist adding, "Very specific time, Lawrence. I like that." Abbie snickered beside him, the sound both nervous and excited.

Lawrence gave them one last confused look before pulling the door shut behind him. As soon as it clicked closed, Jake let out a huge sigh of relief. Abbie, on the other hand, burst into laughter.

"You're laughing?" Jake hissed, his heart still pounding. "That was almost disaster!"

Abbie's eyes sparkled with mischief. "That's okay," she said, her voice low and sultry. "No disaster. Plus he probably just thinks you're gay."

Jake scowled at her. "That doesn't make this better."