We set off for our main site about a 2 minute car journey
away or a ten minute walk. Carol had said the walk would do us good.
Having only my shoes, a jacket and skirt on filled me with dread. We
often wore just our jackets over a bra in the summer. I'd been sans
knickers before too as a dare. But never sans all underwear. The blokes,
for there where mainly blokes at the main site would have a field day.
Today though would be the Olympic games.
The shirt was a mini skirt. It covered my modesty and didn't look too unprofessional but in comparison to my normal skirt length it was indecent. bend was definitely out. The jacket was having trouble containing my breasts. You could see through the button gaps that there was only skin beneath close inspection would give the game away. No bra.
The first part of out journey down the stairs, across receptions, out of the door and across the front car park was hit after hit. First the caretaker looked up has we exited our section on the landing. Then the receptionist engaged us in conversation with the caretaker giving me more than the normal scan. The car park was full of people coming and going to the other business a good few stopped and made a definite scan of me.
The first road was quiet in comparison to the main road it led up to. Even so the many businesses off this road meant a good few cars, vans, and trucks came by. One truck honking its horn and waving at us. Carol returning the wave and me being more sensible didn't. God knows what would have happened if I did.
We reached the main road and turned down it to walk to our main site. This road had quite a large number of factories on it and crossing point every 50 yards or so. Trucks, and vans sped in all directions. The car parks where full of people going or coming. We got a few wolf whistles as we often did. This time though they made me check my jacket.
We crossed over just before we need to turn off. carol picking the time to coincide with two trucks having to stop to let us over. All occupants giving me more than a glance.
We turned down the road which led to our production site and after a few more minutes we arrived at the gates to the car park. Timed perfectly it was 4:43 the lads would just be finished and yep coming out. The first few stopped dead and smiled. "Hello Karen and Carol" the lead man said. The younger one behind said, "Either you've grown or that uniform as shrunk" the guys laughed. "Its one of your little pranks. Isn't it" another piped up.
At this another group joined them barring our way to the steps and doors.
We had to push our way through. "I bet Karen doesn't have much more than that uniform on" One said to another. I kept on walking.
Reception was full of staff clocking off or dealing with things. The men weren't so occupied that they didn't notice me. We walked down to the store cage and to find the ware house manager. He's a old letch. He lived up to his name when we found him scanning my bare legs and then checking out my buttons. before smiling far too knowingly.
The products we where collecting turned out to be on the floor besides his desk.I positioned myself carefully before bending. "I like thigh" he said as my skirt rode up. Hate to think what he would have seen if he was stood where carol was. (The bottom rim of my bum cheeks).
The box caried at my stomach just accentuated my breasts and pushed up the jacket so that button hold bulged. The walk back was much slower caring the box even though it wasn't all that heavy. We had even more viewers walking back. I figured that this idea was Carol's. She loved drawing attention to herself. Especial men. Married I preferred not to.
Once back walking past the care taker again, another letch. The girls welcomed me and pushed me into the staff room where a nice buffet spread and cake with to many candles waited me.
The shirt was a mini skirt. It covered my modesty and didn't look too unprofessional but in comparison to my normal skirt length it was indecent. bend was definitely out. The jacket was having trouble containing my breasts. You could see through the button gaps that there was only skin beneath close inspection would give the game away. No bra.
The first part of out journey down the stairs, across receptions, out of the door and across the front car park was hit after hit. First the caretaker looked up has we exited our section on the landing. Then the receptionist engaged us in conversation with the caretaker giving me more than the normal scan. The car park was full of people coming and going to the other business a good few stopped and made a definite scan of me.
The first road was quiet in comparison to the main road it led up to. Even so the many businesses off this road meant a good few cars, vans, and trucks came by. One truck honking its horn and waving at us. Carol returning the wave and me being more sensible didn't. God knows what would have happened if I did.
We reached the main road and turned down it to walk to our main site. This road had quite a large number of factories on it and crossing point every 50 yards or so. Trucks, and vans sped in all directions. The car parks where full of people going or coming. We got a few wolf whistles as we often did. This time though they made me check my jacket.
We crossed over just before we need to turn off. carol picking the time to coincide with two trucks having to stop to let us over. All occupants giving me more than a glance.
We turned down the road which led to our production site and after a few more minutes we arrived at the gates to the car park. Timed perfectly it was 4:43 the lads would just be finished and yep coming out. The first few stopped dead and smiled. "Hello Karen and Carol" the lead man said. The younger one behind said, "Either you've grown or that uniform as shrunk" the guys laughed. "Its one of your little pranks. Isn't it" another piped up.
At this another group joined them barring our way to the steps and doors.
We had to push our way through. "I bet Karen doesn't have much more than that uniform on" One said to another. I kept on walking.
Reception was full of staff clocking off or dealing with things. The men weren't so occupied that they didn't notice me. We walked down to the store cage and to find the ware house manager. He's a old letch. He lived up to his name when we found him scanning my bare legs and then checking out my buttons. before smiling far too knowingly.
The products we where collecting turned out to be on the floor besides his desk.I positioned myself carefully before bending. "I like thigh" he said as my skirt rode up. Hate to think what he would have seen if he was stood where carol was. (The bottom rim of my bum cheeks).
The box caried at my stomach just accentuated my breasts and pushed up the jacket so that button hold bulged. The walk back was much slower caring the box even though it wasn't all that heavy. We had even more viewers walking back. I figured that this idea was Carol's. She loved drawing attention to herself. Especial men. Married I preferred not to.
Once back walking past the care taker again, another letch. The girls welcomed me and pushed me into the staff room where a nice buffet spread and cake with to many candles waited me.
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