I've been reading the stories on here for a while and have finally plucked up courage to share a few of my own, so here goes. BTW, I'm Linda. I'm now 28 and (fairly) happily maried to Ashley - but this isn't about now, it goes back to when I was 18 and events which have affected my sex life ever since. At the time, I had just started working for a fairly large Midlands based building company. I guess I was the typical blonde employed to brighten up the office, just doing admin stuff. I was fresh out of college and had little work experience so didn't really know the ins and outs of what's expected of staff by employers etc. It was Friday of the very first week into my working life that my boss, Eric, called me in to see him. Eric must have been 50 at that time, he was overweight and swore a fair bit too; I guess this was his way of keeping control over the large number of labourers he employed. Anyway, Eric had called me in to check how things were working out for me so far (fine) but also to discuss my appearance. Now, I was taken aback by this as I spent a lot of time on how I looked. Eric explained that he felt I looked too "dowdy" in my trousers and tshirts/jumpers and that it didn't portray the company in a very good light as I had to greet clients almost on a daily basis. TBH, I was close to telling the fat pig where he could shove his clients but managed to compose myself to listen to what he was saying, mainly due to the fact it had taken me 6 months to find a job. Actually, it wasn't that bad as he complimented me on my looks, my body shape and congratulated me on fitting in so well. He wanted me to wear skirts and blouses from now on rather than my current stuff. I guess I took all the compliments and decided that it was probably no big deaal after all. I left work that afternoon with my very first wage packet and decided to go clothes shopping on the Saturday. However, following a phone call from my friends later that night I was off to a nightclub and finally fell out of my bed at 2pm Saturday afternoon. Of course, my wages had gone on drinks and the taxi fare and I started to panic about going in to work on the Monday. I even asked my family and friends to lend me some money but only managed to get £5; not even enough for my lunch. Monday morning came and I was standing in my bra, panties and tights just staring at the clothes lying on my bed. I started to get tearful and opened my wardrobe to see if I could find anything more suitable to wear. I pulled out a black minidress I usually wore out clubbing. I remember standing there for 3 or 4 minutes with that dress in my hands before I decided that I would have to wear it to work. I squeezed into it and admired myself in the full length mirror - it showed off the tops of my 36C breasts, pulled in at my waist and stopped 4 inches above my knees. Even back then my mates and I refered to our sexiest heels as "fuck me shoes"; even though most of us were still virgins. LOL I was glad that mom and dad were already out at work as they would have said something about me going off to work in that outfit. I did manage to find a black cardigan to cover my chest before heading to the bus stop. The journey was a nightmare as car horns went off, a couple of boys wolf-whistled and men openly stared at me on the bus, but I was soon safe inside the office. Eric was the first one to spot me that morning and called me straight into his office. His eyes lit up as he spoke and told me how much better I looked and that this was what he meant when he compared my old look with the new one. I was about to confess what had happened with my wages and my failure to buy the clothes I had wanted when Eric informed me he was giving me a £20/week pay rise to match my committment to the company. I returned to my desk and started to panic that I would have to dress this way each day or I would lose the extra money and, more importantly, annoy Eric. It was probably around 11am when Tony came in. He was one of the foremen in charge of a small team of labourers. Tony stopped dead in his tracks and told me how beautiful I looked that day. I blushed at this as Tony was HOT, aged 25 and with a really fit body. Tony was with Eric for 20 minutes but stopped at my desk on his way out. "5pm" was all he said. I asked him what he meant and he told me he would be picking me up at 5pm to take me for a drink. I didn't have time to answer before he flashed me a sexy smile and walked out the office. 5pm came and there he was with that same cute smile. I made my way out and he led me to his works van before getting in and leaving me standing outside. He leant across to unlock the door and I noticed the dirty floor and tools lying in the footwell. I had to be careful not to flash my panties as I climbed into the passenger seat and my short dress rode further up my thighs. He just looked at me and smiled again. I felt like my legs were going to give way and felt butterflies in my stomach. We pulled up at a rough looking pub and Tony climbed out of the van. I took a big breath and lifted one leg out just as Tony was stood before me, staring straight at the gusset of my tights and panties. He held his hand out to help me up. Just as he was about to close the door, I sensed him right behind me and then his hands on my shoulders as he said I looked amazing and that I shouldn't hide myself under my cardigan. He slipped it off my shoulders and threw it into the van (half on the seat and half on the floor - men!). Thankfully, the bar was empty when we arrived and he told me to take a seat whilst he got our drinks. We sat there for nearly two hours and as the conversation flowed I became smitten with this handsome wordly-wise man some 8 years older than me. I guess I'd drank 4 glasses of wine during that time and needed to use the toilet so asked Tony where it was. As I got back to our seats and sat down Tony just came out and told me that the outline of my panties thru my dress was horrible. As I sat there in shock he told me to go back to the ladies and take them off. I looked at him and he simply shrugged his shoulders and gave me that smile again. Without even thinking, I got up, went to the toilet, removed my panties and returned to him. .....more to cum