Written by Jean Jeannie

Erotic
22 Jul 2006


I enjoyed reading the submission by Kathy Smith called ‘Braless in the Bank’ and suspect that she might work for the same bank s me – the NatWest. We have light blue t shirts. One of the things that gets me off is trying to make my uniform sexy. I’m tall and slim and men have often told me that I have a great body. My boyfriend reckons I’ve got the best bum and hips he’s ever seen and I like to show my body off. Like Kathy, I enjoy not wearing a bra and I love it when I get noticed. Also like Kathy, my boyfriend loves to hear about my day and the sex is amazing when I describe my experiences to him as we fuck.

In addition to enjoying being braless, I’ve made a few subtle alterations to my uniform. For example, I’ve made my skirt a tiny bit shorter and a tiny bit tighter. I’ve been given a dress too and I’ve done the same with that. It’s almost unnoticeable, but it’s made enough of a difference to give them a slightly sexy edge. I’m sure that I’d get in to trouble if I was caught because they tale the uniform very seriously, but what the hell.

My favourite thing to wear is the dress. It’s quite tight and, although it’s only a few inches above my knee, it rides up (if I want it to) when I sit down. The dress makes me feel great and very sexy. I hardly ever wear a bra with it and to avoid underwear lines I usually wear just tights with no knickers, sometimes I’ll wear hold-ups, again without knickers and occasionally I’ll go completely commando.

The excitement I feel wondering if anyone has worked out that I have no underwear on has made me so turned on that a few times I’ve gone to the loo to masturbate in the middle of the afternoon.

I am certain that the one of the lads I work with knows because a few months ago I decided to make sure he knew. By allowing my dress to ride right up and then, at the appropriate moment, swivelling my chair around and parting my knees a few inches I managed to give him a peek at my fanny which is ofcourse shaved completely smooth. I just loved the look on his face and I knew immediately and without the slightest doubt that he’d had an eye full. That was one of the afternoons that I felt the need to slip out for to masturbate.

I’ve had lots of incidence and I’ll maybe try to write bout some of them in the near future.