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 ï>¿Office Clothes Fri Jan 5, 2007 21:1770.230.188.95

   My husband asked, "Zandra, are you really going to wear that dress to
work today?"

   I replied, "Why not?"

   "It's a bit sexy for the office place, don't you think?"

   I smoothed the little floral print dress down my side and over my butt.
"Last week you complained when I wore my little black dress.  This one has
a full top."

   He smiled.  His mind must have flashed back to last week.  The little
black dress is indeed little.  It is more like a skirt with a neckstrap. 
The only thing that kept my breasts covered in thin strips of material was
a small buckle.

   Jason said, "Everyone will see your knickers if you wear that dress to
work."

   I put my hands on my hips and shifted my weight to my right foot, "Okay,
Mr.  I Can See Your Knickers, what color are my knickers?"

   "Green.  I watched you get dressed."

   I laughed, "But no one at work has, and they still won't know what color
my knickers are by the end of the day."

   He kissed me, but pulled me over to the bed to sit me down.  One glance
down,and he shook his head.  I argued that the bed was much higher than any
chair atwork.  His little demonstration wasn't fair.

   Jason said, "Why do you wear a dress to work?  Why not go to work in
your braand knickers?"

   I said, "I don't want people to see my underwear."

   He said, "So your dress is adequate to keep people from seeing your
underwear?"

   I crossed my arms.  I knew this was his logical mind at work.  "Yes, my
dress isadequate to keep people from seeing my knickers."

   He went back to tying his tie, "So take off your knickers.  The dress
will hideeverything important."

   I looked at him to detect his odd sense of humor.  I didn't think he was
kidding.  "You want me to go to work today without my knickers?"

   Jason said, "I'd rather you not wear the dress."

   I snapped, "I'm not just wearing my bra and knickers buster."

   He turned around and gave me a kiss.  To my forehead.  "I didn't mean
that way, dear.  I meant wearing a different dress."

   I explained that on Fridays some of us girls in the office went out to
eat at lunch.  Everyone would be wearing something sexy, and their husbands
don't complain.  He countered with, "None of their husbands have a wife
half as sexy as I do." Okay, corny, but effective.  I gave him a little
kiss for it.

   He said, "I'll give you your choice: 1) Change the dress." I shook my
head no.  "2) Since the dress is showing your underwear, go to work without
the dress." I laughed.  "3) Take off your underwear if you think the dress
is adequate for modesty."

   "I don't like any of those options."

   He looked at his watch and said, "Pick one.  We have to go right away."

   I looked at the clock and realized our little argument wasted most of
our morning freetime.  I decided I really only had one option and not lose
the argument or be late for work.  I reached under my dress and removed my
knickers.  I then informed him, "The bra is built into the dress.  I can't
remove it.  Let's go." I dangled my knickers on my finger and passed them
under his nose and left them resting on his suit coat.

   Okay, by the time I reached the car, I knew I made a mistake.  The dress
was too short to wear without knickers.  But admitting that would only make
him give me more rules.  I choose to ignore the fact my pussy was nearly on
display for every truck driver along the highway.  I just kept my knees
tight together.

   It took me a couple of hours at work to finally relax.  Who could see
under my dress when I sat at a desk all day?  It wasn't until lunch that I
was reminded I wasn't wearing knickers.  One of the girls asked, "Zandra,
are you wearing knickers?" She might as well yelled it to the restaurant.
Even our waiter heard it as he was returning to fill our water glasses.

   I waited until all the other tables and eyes were back to their own
business.  Then I recounted the morning to the girls.  They either thought
it was hilarious, scandalous, or insane that my husband forced me to make a
decision like that.

   Together, the girls and I plotted my revenge.  It would take awhile to
execute, but they really thought it would work.

   The next Monday, as I was getting ready for work, I didn't bother with
underwear at all.  I wore a reasonable skirt and blouse, and pulled on a
button up sweater that I left open.

   Jason looked at me funny, "No underwear?"

   I told him, "No need.  My outfit is perfectly decent without any.  Why
should I bother?"

   All week, I went without underwear.  I wanted to prove to him that what
I wore was perfectly decent, and by his logic, if I was willing to wear it
without underwear, it must be fine.  Well, that sort of back fired.  He
decided if I didn't need underwear he could donate my lingerie and get a
huge tax write-off.  I protested, but he had my stuff to the donation
center that very evening.

   When he returned, he said, "Now, you will be forced to wear more decent
clothing all the time."

   "You didn't seem to mind my sexy outfits when we were dating."

   "I'm your husband now.  Things are different, and hoping better, too. 
Right?"

   He gave me his little kiss to my forehead.  I pouted.

   The girls in the office thought it was all too funny.  They said, "You
need to start wearing your sexiest outfits.  Once he realizes you don't
mind showing people, he'll have you back in the lingerie shop buying
whatever you want."

   "Really?  You really think so?" Some did, and some thought it couldn't
hurt to try.

   So, I did just that.  I started wearing shorter dresses and skirts.  I
wore blouses that if not for pockets or a sweater, would leave little to
the imagination.

   Jason never said a word other to mention how good I looked.  I suspected
he knew my plans, and he was trying to outlast me.  I was determined.

   I even went dress shopping to get some really risque numbers.  Those
weren't for work, but for our nights out.  One Saturday visiting friends,
she mentioned my short little outfit, and how I needed to be extra careful
since I wasn't wearing knickers.  She saw that.  I was embarrassed, so on a
trip to the ladies room, I explained the situation to her.

   She told me, "The problem is that he still thinks you will be
embarrassed to show anything.  You have to show him that he is wrong."

   "How much more can I be showing without getting arrested?"

   She suggested we have the guys take us dancing.  As we dance, slip open
a few buttons, explaining it is too hot.

   Everything went according to plan, except to get Jason questioning my
sudden exposure.  He rather enjoyed it.

   So, on Monday, I decided to leave my blouse half unbuttoned.  That did
get him to question whether it was right for the office.  "I'm fully
covered and decent.  If I'm not, you let me show too much at the club the
other night." HA!  I got him with logic.  He accepted me going to work
wearing a short mini skirt and a blouse half open.

   When I grabbed a sweater, he took it from me.  "I don't think you need
that to be decent.  Leave it here."

   At work, I did fasten the blouse in the elevator once I was alone.  The
girls were all excited by my stories.  One suggested I push the limit.  She
saw a dress that had to worn with knickers.  She said, "If you wear that
one day, he'll definitely change his mind."

   She was right of course.  He changed his mind.  He wanted me to change
my entire wardrobe.  Short and shorter.  He even found blouses that had no
button holes on the top half.

   When I realized I lost the battle I decided to buy a pair of knickers
and wear a longer skirt for an evening out with our friends.  My husband
didn't say a word until we slow danced.  "Wearing knickers?" I nodded.  "I
thought we had a deal.  Go to the ladies room and either return without the
knickers or without the skirt."

   I complained, "But this is the first time I've worn knickers in weeks.
Besides, the skirt is practically to my knees."

   He spun me around.  Okay, the skirt is a spinner, and it flared up.  I
went to the ladies room to remove my knickers.  My friend joined me.  What
she said surprised me, "You do realize if you take off your knickers, he
will spin you again on the dance floor.  Everyone will see your bare pussy
and butt."

   She was right, but what could I do?  She told me I had another choice
that would keep people from seeing my butt and pussy - take off the skirt
and wear the knickers.  She was certain he would change his mind.  So was
I. At least I think I was sure.  No other reason could explain why I would
toss a perfectly good skirt into the wastebasket in the ladies room and
walk across the dance floor to my husband and my friends.

   Rather than being upset, Jason seemed delighted by my choice.  We danced
until we were asked to leave by security.  Jason invited our friends to
coffee before calling it a night, but rather than driving home, he pulled
into an all-night diner.

   He wanted to show me off in a blouse and knickers.  I got a strange look
from the waitress, but she never said a word.

   By the time we dropped off our friends and got home, I was sexually
charged like no other night.

   Sunday, Jason took me shopping.  Not only did he by me sexy outfits, but
he also bought me sexy lingerie.  He made me promise to never wear both at
the same time.