When the cat’s away.

Casual, sporty, and business casual. These few words are all you would ever need to describe Lisa’s style. It’s a bit boring, actually. “The fabric is all so soft, definitely not like the crap I get. Ugh, she was right, all my clothes were ugly compared to hers. My only style was ripped jeans, and that even looked better with the stockings underneath. Ugh, this is all too expensive, she will kill me if I wear any of it.” Yet you keep snooping.

The vast array of underwear and socks, most very brightly colored, you dig through a bit, just out of curiosity. Holding up a sheer black g-string and demi-bra combo you can’t help but wonder how it might feel. “Ooh, this is sexy. I wonder if it would make me look like I have bigger breasts like the harness did… hmm.” You hold it up. “Seems big enough. If I’m really careful.”

The towel hits the floor, moments later you smile and blush as the string settles in your ass crack. The bra fits, she must be closer to your size than you thought. She has a mirror on her desk. No. “I should try shoes, right? Might as well. Eee, this is naughty.” Black fishnet thigh high stockings slide up your legs, “Oh the tops are a little tight, oh, so they can stay up, oh a darker band, do I need a garter belt?” You move around a bit, they seem to be staying up just fine. “Hmm. Oh, in the back, shoe boxes?” You tug them out. The first is tall red platform heel boots. “No. To red.” The second is black strappy sandals with a chunky hidden platform, 2”, under the toe, and thin 6” heels. “Oh, very sexy.” You step into them and crouch down to buckle the little straps around your ankles.

The mirror calls. Your mouth flops open. It takes a full minute to just take it in. “My hair and makeup needs work, but holy fuck. Why am I so hot?” You run your hands over your body. My skin has never felt this smooth. Her body wash, her lotion. Oh, I used it. That must be it. Fuck. It must be expensive.”

A third shoe box is a little more worn looking, it demands attention. You tug it out, it’s kinda heavy. Remove the lid. You stifle a gasp with your hand. Eep, that was definitely a girly gesture. There are three plastic bags, each with a sticker with a name and size, each containing a big dildo: Flint, large, soft, its studded and scaly, just under a foot long and the base is nearly 4” thick. Tyson, large, firm, its longer, a bit over a foot, but much thinner, 2” diameter, maybe, but the head is almost flat, and flared, like it’s supposed to be a horse or something. Last is Orochi, large, soft, it is not quite as long as Tyson, nor as thick as Flint, but it is covered with snake scales, the head is flared a bit but the tip is rounded to a point, the most like a normal cock, probably, other than the scales. “Oh shit. She is a freak. These are huge.” But they are in bags and spotless, almost like this was more a collection than a toy she uses.

“Better put these back.” You shut the box and shove them back. Another look in the mirror. “Fuck, my ass is just amazing.” Shoving the box back also reveals a couple of garment bags on a hook on the back wall. You can’t resist looking. “Ooh, sexy.” Each one holds two immaculate party dresses. One bag for maybe a fancy dinner, the other for a rave. The two dresses in that bag are more sparkles than cloth. One mostly black, the other like strategically placed green snake skin over nearly transparent black fishnet.

A quick look at your phone. You’ve been messing around for nearly an hour. It’s nearly 2pm. “Meh, Eric’s office is open till 5. Probably.”

Your fingers are tingling. “I should play with something. But what?”

(Shout out and credit to Bad Dragon, hope they don’t mind appearing in my crazy story. Love your toys.)