See the second outfit!

As Abbie had requested, Jake turned around again so she could change dresses. Jake tried to see her reflection in the conference room glass, even if it was only the bottom third of the windows not covered by the blinds. Every once in a while, he caught a glimpse of her leg or her foot. There was something really arousing about it -- knowing she was behind him, knowing she was undressing, knowing it was the conference room, and knowing that a day earlier, she fucked him in her office ... and a day before that, blew him in the women's bathroom. The combination of liberty and limits was fascinating, confusing, and incredibly hot.

"Okay," she said. Jake turned around. She was wearing a white sundress that had pale yellow and blue flowers printed on it.

"Ooh, very nice. The material is looser on this. But the skirt is shorter, so there's more leg. Want to give me a little leg tease?"

Abbie smiled. "Absolutely, Jake." She began to slowly shift her hips from side to side, her hands lightly gripping the edges of the sundress. "Like this?" she asked coyly, gradually inching the hem upwards.

Jake's eyes followed the ascending line of fabric, taking in each new centimeter of Abbie's creamy skin like the delectable treat it was. Abbie's movements were slow and deliberate, building the anticipation. When the dress reached mid-thigh, she paused, letting Jake's gaze linger on the curve of her legs.

"Is that enough of a tease?" Abbie asked innocently, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

Jake swallowed hard. "Maybe just a little more," he managed to say, his voice husky with desire.

Abbie bit her lip, suppressing a grin. She turned to the side, presenting her profile to Jake, and slowly bent forward. The sundress rode up the back of her thighs, offering a tantalizing glimpse of the curve where her legs met her ass.

Jake's breath caught in his throat as Abbie straightened up and then, without warning, did a playful twirl. The skirt of her dress billowed outwards, floating in the air for a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity. Jake's eyes widened as he caught a flash of red -- Abbie's panties, a vibrant splash of color against her pale skin.

As the dress settled back into place, Abbie giggled at Jake's stunned expression. "Was that teasing enough for you?" she asked, her cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and embarrassment.

Jake nodded, unable to form words for a moment. Finally, he cleared his throat. "That was... perfect," he said, his voice rough with desire. "I think this dress is definitely a keeper. Plus the red panties underneath. Spicy."

Abbie laughed. "Spicy!" She stopped dancing and flopped her body forward, causing the loose cotton of her sundress to billow outward. As she bent, the neckline gaped open, offering Jake a tantalizing view down the front of her dress.

Jake's eyes widened as he caught sight of the swell of Abbie's breasts, her porcelain skin a stark contrast to the vibrant red of her bra. He thought for a moment it was just a fortuitous accident, but as Abbie held the position, her eyes locked on his with a knowing glint, he realized this was no accident at all.

"Even spicier, that supposedly accidental view of the front," Jake said, his voice low.

Abbie smirked, straightening up slowly. She adjusted the neckline of her dress, but not before giving Jake one last lingering look at her cleavage. "Nothing is accidental, Jake," she purred, her blue eyes dancing with mischief.

Jake's breath caught in his throat as he realized Abbie was deliberately putting on a show for him. The thought of her being so boldly exhibitionistic, especially here in their workplace, sent a thrill of excitement through him. He watched, mesmerized, as Abbie ran her hands down the front of her dress, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles and drawing his attention to the curves of her body.

"So I was fated to see down your shirt? Can you show me that front view again?" Abbie looked at her own chest, then at Jake, as if calculating the angle she would need to give him what he was asking for. She leaned in, bent forward, and looked at his eyes.

"Is this right?" she asked. Then she shifted position a bit. "Or was it this?"

Jake's eyes were drawn irresistibly to the view down Abbie's sundress. "It's tough to know which position is better ... they're both ... perfect," he murmured, drinking in the sight of her creamy skin and the lacy edge of her red bra.

Abbie shifted her poses a few times, always giving Jake a clear view down her top. Then she straightened up with a coy smile. "You know, I think this dress might be a little too revealing for a family event," she said thoughtfully. She turned around, presenting her back to Jake, and glanced over her shoulder. "What do you think? Is the back too low?"

As she spoke, she slowly lowered the zipper at the back of the dress, revealing more and more of her pale, freckled skin. Jake watched, transfixed, as the zipper descended, exposing the clasp of Abbie's bra and the gentle curve of her spine.

"Maybe you should come closer and check," Abbie suggested, her voice soft and inviting.

Jake didn't need to be asked twice. He stepped forward, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from Abbie's body. His fingers itched to trace the line of her back, to unhook that tantalizing red bra. But he held back, savoring the delicious tension between them.

"You're right," he said, his voice rough with desire. "It might be a bit revealing. But I think that's exactly why you should wear it."

Abbie turned to face him, her chest nearly brushing against his. "Is that so?" she whispered, her blue eyes locked on his. "And what if I decide to forgo the bra entirely?"

Jake's breath hitched at the thought. "Then I'm sure I won't be the only guy at the party who notices you. And I'd say you're playing a very dangerous game, Ms. Andrews."

Abbie's lips curved into a wicked smile. "Who says I'm playing?"