Get risky

Finishing up with the package numbers for the evening. I exit my office and head over to the trailers to see if anyone is still here. Only two workers are left finishing the last trailer. One is an old guy, Bruce, who can barely see and the other is a younger 19 year old named Jen. Both are people I trust with ending the load. I climb up the short ladder, underneath the belts, and turn into the last trailer with Bruce and Jen. Seeing it practically full, I let bruce know he can leave as he throw up a peace sign walking by. I’m about to let Jen know the same when she tells me a small issue. Jen is a short, black haired, girl with glasses wearing a college t shirt and pink sport shorts. She wipes her sweaty forehead with her shirt that is tied to her side showing a little bit of her stomach. Jen tells me that a couple packages got jammed on the top belt. I tell her to go and grab them and bring them down as we walk over to the ladder to the top belt. Seeing as I was in a skirt, I waiting below for them to be handed to me. However, as Jen was climbing up the ladder, something caught my eye. Jen’s pink sport shorts were loose around the leg openings, flashing her white thong as she climbed. At the top of the ladder she leaned to unclog the jam. As she leaned, she lifted her one leg for extra distance. Giving me a clear view of her white thong riding up into her pussy. Riding up so much I could see her stubbled pussy lip start to peek out. I instantly bite my lip as I’m starting to feel wet. Reaching up I help Jen with taking the stuck packages down. Feeling hot and bothered now I tell Jen to finish scanning the packages on the belt and then she can leave. Walking to the bathroom I blush thinking of Jen’s exposure and how she could of been looking at my panties if I climbed the ladder. After I finish peeing, I feel a little risky so I step out of my panties. Grabbing them off the floor I feel how damp they’ve gotten. I exit the stall and start my way back to my office.