The next day

My sleep was restless, but somehow I woke up regenerated... and moist. I was feeling so horny! I could not help myself and reached for the magic wand that I kept by my bed, my pussy was still slightly sore, but my arousal overcame that feeling; within few minutes I brought myself to a loud orgasm. The first thing I did in the morning was to get dirty, literally and figuratively, so I needed to take a shower before breakfast. I felt like I had to dress in something less revealing today, that should help me hold my own arousal at bay. I picked a simple pink shirt, purple skirt and sheer black stockings. Underneath I wore purple lace panties that were still sexy, but at least they were not a thong. The skirt was a mini, but long enough to be worn by a businesswoman; a pair of purple patent heels completed my look. I kept my makeup natural, no red lipstick today. I knew that I could still turn men’s heads looking like that, but no-one would call me a bimbo in that outfit. Or maybe they could since I decided to go braless? What was the point of paying a lot of money for firm breasts if one could not flaunt them, right?

I arrived at my job without any incidents, it was fortunate, but made me miss officer Mark a bit. The front of my company was whole made of shaded glass, so I could see my own reflection in it; only then I noticed a detail, that I somehow missed at home, when I was looking in the mirror. The pink shirt that I had chosen was apparently not meant to be worn without a jacket, not to mention a bra; it was not see-though per se, but thin enough to show off the outlines of my breasts. I was still moderately aroused and the realization of my look only enhanced it, that caused my nipples to grow and stiffen. So I was going to look like a slut anyway. I decided that I could cope with that and went inside.