Waiting for Friday

As I left the office Bill’s gaze followed my booty which was covered in a tight skirt. I would be lying if I said I was not excited. Not only it would be a totally new experience for me and I loved challenges, it would also feed my inner minor exhibitionist. I simply could not wait until Friday (it was just Monday), but for completely different reasons than people usually do.

Because of the excitement I was feeling more daring than usual. On Tuesday I wore a black skirt of my usual short length but this one had a minor slit on the side revealing more flesh of my firm thighs and even giving a glimpse of the tops of my sheer stockings. On Wednesday I kept the skirt and changed the blouse, the new one was light purple but made of thinner fabric and only slightly see through. On Thursday I added fishnet stockings to the whole set. There might have been some who would call my look slutty, but apparently they kept their comments to themselves. Throughout the week I received a lot more glimpses and many compliments, some even coming from women.

Each day Bill asked me to come to his office supposedly to talk about the implementation of the new contract, but we never said anything meaningful. It was obvious that he appreciated the changes in my outfit and wanted to feed his inner pervert. I feigned obliviousness to his gazes and let him ogle my entire body as we talked.