See the third outfit!

Abbie pulled the light sundress over her head, and placed it back on the conference table. She looked at herself, and glanced toward the glass windows separating the conference room from the rest of the office. She acknowledged the closed blinds, realizing that most people in the office would see closed blinds and a closed door and assume a meeting was going on. But the truth was, she thought, anyone could walk in here right now, and I'm standing here in a bra and panties. With Jake.

She felt a wave of excitement run through her. She looked at Jake, who was doing his best to look away (as she had requested). She knew he wanted to watch. She knew he had seen (and done!) plenty, but that didn't stop him wanting more. Part of what excited her about this weekend was the roleplay of being Jake's girlfriend. What if I actually was? What if he actually wanted a real relationship?

Her brief fantasy of a simpler and more mundane world was interrupted when Jake said, "do you have the third dress on yet?"

"No, not yet. Sorry." Abbie quickly pulled on a black cocktail dress. It had very thin straps leading to a front that was very loose and revealing. The side and the center both scooped extremely low. Her rib cage sides were easily visible, as were the sides of her breasts. In the middle, the neckline fell and gathered slightly just above her navel, and the center revealed as much of the inner sides of her breasts as the edges revealed the outer.

The back matched the front, except went even lower. Her red panties were visible in the back, though it would be possible to wear a different cut underwear that wouldn't show. She had something with more of a thong back that would probably work. But for the top half, she would have to go without a bra. She was sure that would be the first thing Jake would tell her.

The hem of the dress was high, with a slightly different material for the bottom inch. The cut fell just above mid-thigh. If Abbie were to sit, she would have to either be very careful with how she crossed her legs, or be okay with giving more of a show to whoever she was with. She laughed at herself, thinking about this dress -- it was a show no matter what she did! And she looked amazing.

"Okay, Jake. Have a look."

Jake turned, and his jaw dropped. Abbie stood before him in a black cocktail dress that left little to the imagination. The thin straps led to a neckline that plunged daringly low, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her cleavage and the sides of her breasts. The fabric clung to her curves before flaring out into a short skirt that barely grazed mid-thigh.

"Wow, Abbie," Jake breathed, his eyes roaming hungrily over her body. "That's ... I mean, you." He swallowed hard. "You look sensational. You'll be the talk of the town."

Abbie felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks at Jake's obvious appreciation. The intensity of his gaze made her feel sexy and desirable in a way she'd never experienced before. "Come on, Jake," she said, trying to play it cool even as her heart raced. "I mean, it's a great dress, but --"

"Are you kidding?" Jake interrupted, his voice raw with desire. "It's the model that makes the dress. Turn around!"

Eager to show off more, Abbie spun slowly, giving Jake a full view of the backless design that dipped dangerously low. She was still wearing the wedge shoes from the previous outfit, which didn't afford her the same glamorous turn she had hoped for, but Jake didn't seem to mind.

His eyes widened as he caught sight of her red panties peeking out just above the fabric. "Mm," he grunted. "Abbie, you're killing me here!"

Emboldened by his reaction, Abbie decided to push things further. She sauntered towards Jake, hips swaying enticingly. When she was just inches away, she leaned in close, giving him an eyeful of her cleavage. "You like what you see?" she purred.

Jake swallowed hard, his hands clenching at his sides as he fought the urge to reach out and touch her. "You know I do," he growled.

Abbie smirked, enjoying the power she held over him. "I need to change shoes." She turned and bent slightly at the waist, starting to adjust her shoe. The movement caused her skirt to ride up, revealing even more of her toned legs and the curve of her ass.

"Oops," she said innocently, glancing over her shoulder at Jake's flushed face. "Did I show too much?"

"Too much is never enough," Jake offered. "At least, not when it comes to you."

Abbie reached for a pair of very tall black satin heels with intricate cross-straps on top, a single delicate strap in the back, and open toes that would show off her fresh pedicure. She bent forward to remove the wedges, giving Jake an unobstructed view directly down the front of her dress.

As Abbie slipped off the wedges, she flexed her toes, arching her feet in a way that made Jake's mouth go dry. He watched, mesmerized, as she slowly slid her right foot into one of the satin heels. Her slender fingers worked nimbly to fasten the straps, caressing her ankle in a way that seemed almost obscene in its sensuality.

Abbie glanced up at Jake through her lashes, a coy smile playing on her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and she was reveling in it. Slowly, deliberately, she raised her left leg, bending it at the knee and placing her foot on the edge of a chair. The movement caused her already short skirt to ride up even further, revealing a tantalizing expanse of her thigh.

"Can you help me with this one, Jake?" she asked innocently, holding out the other shoe. "These straps can be so tricky."

Jake smiled nervously -- in part, having not expected Abbie to be quite so brazen during her fashion show, and in part, as he couldn't shake the awareness that they were at work, and anyone could come into the conference room at any moment.

His hands shook slightly as he took the shoe from her. He knelt down, bringing himself eye-level with Abbie's shapely legs. As he slipped the shoe onto her foot, he couldn't resist running his fingers along the arch of her foot, reveling in the softness of her skin.

Abbie let out a soft gasp at his touch, her toes curling slightly. Jake looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, as he slowly fastened each strap, his fingers lingering on her ankle.

"There," he said. "All done."

Abbie lowered her leg, but didn't step back. Instead, she remained close to Jake as he stood up, their bodies nearly touching. The heels brought her almost to his height, and she could feel the heat radiating off him.

"How do they look?" she asked, turning in a slow circle. The movement caused the loose fabric of her dress to swirl around her thighs, offering teasing glimpses of what lay beneath.

Jake's eyes roved hungrily over her body, from her perfectly polished toes peeking out of the satin heels, up her soft, smooth legs, to the dangerously short hemline of her dress. "Perfection," he managed to say, his voice raspy with lust.

"And you already told me the dress was ... or rather, you said that I looked ..." She paused, building suspense. "What was the word you used? Mm, that's right -- sensational."

As she spoke, she raised her arms to run her fingers through her hair, ostensibly to fix it. The movement caused the already low neckline of her dress to gape open even further, giving Jake an unobstructed view of her cleavage and the edges of her red bra.

Jake's eyes were drawn irresistibly to the sight. He could see the delicate lace trim of her bra, the swell of her breasts barely contained by the fabric. His mouth went dry as he imagined what it would be like to peel that dress off her, to reveal what lay beneath.

Jake cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. Playfully, he said, "You are undeniably stunning -- but I can't help but notice that your bra is showing."

She paused, and smiled. "I know." She and Jake both looked at her chest, where her red bra was not only a complete clash with the stunning black outfit, but it was such a style mismatch. "You and I both know that sexy lingerie is a wonderful thing -- but you're right. This bra just won't do. And I think I need your help getting it off."

Jake's eyes widened. "My help?"

"Mm-hm," Abbie nodded, turning her back to him. "Can you undo the clasp for me?"

Jake became acutely aware of the sound of his own breathing as he delicately reached for the clasp of her bra. He fumbled for a moment (and heard Abbie giggling about it) before managing to unhook it.

"Now," Abbie said, her voice slow and sultry, "I need you to help me slip it off without removing the dress." She turned around to face him, her eyes steady, and an unmistakably sly smirk at the corner of her mouth.

Jake swallowed hard. "Okay," he managed.

Abbie lifted his hands and guided them to her shoulders. "Just slide the straps down my arms."

Jake complied, his fingertips grazing her soft skin as he slowly pushed the straps down. Abbie shivered at his touch.

"Now," she whispered, "reach inside the front of the dress and pull it out."

Jake hesitated for a moment before sliding his hands into the loose fabric of her dress. His fingers brushed against the sides of her breasts as he carefully extracted the bra. Abbie let out a soft gasp at the contact.

Once the bra was removed, Abbie turned to face Jake, giving him an unobstructed view of her now braless figure in the revealing dress. Her nipples were visibly hard beneath the thin fabric.

"Much better," she purred. "But you know, most women use a two-sided tape to keep dresses like this in place."

Jake nodded, trying to keep his eyes on her face. "Right, tape. But ... isn't that ... uncomfortable?"

Abbie bit her lip and laughed, a hybrid of her efforts to maintain a bit of sexy roleplay and her natural instinct to remain light and bubbly. "Oh, I despise it," she said. Without warning, she pulled the front of her dress aside, baring her breasts to Jake, all as if there was nothing unusual about doing so. She cupped her breasts in her hands, thumbs brushing over her nipples. "It's supposed to hold the dress against my body so that I don't accidentally reveal anything -- plus, sometimes, it's also meant to sort of cover up my nipples so nothing, you know, pokes through the material." She looked down at her chest as if to enhance the imagined demonstration of the tape. "Plus, why would I want to put anything here that might limit sensation?"

Jake's mouth went dry at the sight. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Abbie's exposed flesh.

Abbie smirked, enjoying his reaction. She let the dress fall back into place. "Now, I have one last thing to add to this outfit," she said, turning to rummage through her bag. She pulled out a delicate silver ankle bracelet. "This will be perfect, don't you think?"

Jake nodded mutely, still reeling from her brazen display.

"Be a dear and help me put it on?" Abbie asked, perching on the edge of the conference table and extending her leg towards him.

Jake inhaled deeply as he took the delicate silver anklet from Abbie. He knelt down in front of her, his face level with her shapely legs. Abbie leaned back on her hands, causing the hem of her dress to ride up even higher on her thighs.

"Be careful with the clasp," Abbie purred. "It can be a bit tricky."

Jake tried to be smooth and secure with the tiny clasp, hyper-aware of how close his hands were to Abbie's soft skin. He could smell her perfume, a intoxicating floral scent that made his head spin. As he worked, Abbie slowly shifted her free leg, rubbing her knees and thighs together, giving him teasing glimpses of what lay beneath her short dress.

"Having trouble?" Abbie asked innocently, her foot brushing against Jake's leg.

"Almost got it," he uttered, finally securing the anklet around her slender ankle. His fingers lingered on her skin, tracing the delicate bones of her foot.

Abbie let out a soft sigh of pleasure at his touch. "Perfect," she murmured. She stood up, towering over Jake in her high heels. "What do you think of the full look now?"

Jake rose to his feet, his eyes roaming hungrily over Abbie's body. The black dress clung to her curves, the neckline plunging dangerously low. Without her bra, her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. The silver anklet glinted enticingly, drawing attention to her long, shapely legs.

"You look ..." Jake's voice was hoarse with desire. "Delectable."

Abbie stepped closer, her body nearly flush against his. "Mm, good enough to eat?" she whispered, her lips barely an inch from his. She held herself there, teasing him with a kiss that she didn't quite deliver -- not out of any need to resist, only out of the sensual suspense it caused. "And rest assured, I'll let you have as much as you want."