Yes, it's perfectly normal to adjust your clothing from time to time.

Just as any woman does from time to time, I casually reached up to my chest and gave a gentle tug as I leaned in over his desk.

My heart skipped a beat as I realized I'd clearly misjudged this dress with that motion. My nipples were safely tucked away, sure, but I'd clearly pulled too much, and it was all I could do not to panic when I felt the back of the dress slip halfway up my ass as I bent over!

I had to just be cool and act normal, and it would be easy not to draw attention to my butt cheeks peeking out behind me. He couldn't even see that. I just had to lean in, right? And he wasn't even paying attention to me, he was staring right past me at the clock on his wall.

"Sure, let me see..." I said, casually bending over, resting my elbows on his desk as I casually reached one hand back to check just how much skin was showing. I guess pulling up on the dress was a bit more high risk, high reward than I'd expected: I made it to the desk with my breasts safe and sound, at least.

My heart leapt to my throat as the hand behind me found nothing but skin all the way up, Kelli's dress scrunched in a jumble around my waist. I tried to glance at the figures he was talking about. These were the real meat of the report, so I knew I had a lot of depth on this piece, but the details were suddenly entirely escaping me as I realized my totally bare ass was pointed right at a clear glass door.

Fuck, bent over this far, it was almost certain my pussy was on full display back there too... My boss and my pussy, both staring intently at the clock behind me...

"So, uh..." He muttered as I screamed in panic silently in my head. "Here, let me turn it over for you..." He spun the report, clearly noticing my confusion, inadvertently pulling it toward him as he did. I instinctively pressed forward to follow them as they slid away from me.

And, with a deafeningly soft wet sound, I could feel my lips pull themselves gently apart as my hips rocked forward. Did he hear that? He couldn't have heard that. Fuck. It was just in my head. Look, he's still just checking the time.

"Hey, you know what?" He said, glancing at the clock behind me, "Why don't we chat about this over lunch?"

He stood and I followed suit, deftly tugging my dress just-far-enough back in place as I did, barely covering back up before he saw anything. I smiled as he stepped around me and the desk, and we both turned toward the door out of his office. I noticed just how flush my face was in the reflection in the glass.

It flushed quite a bit more as I quickly realized that Joe wasn't checking the clock.

This door is *very* reflective.