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THE LONG AND THE SHORT OF IT

Why is it that some women like to tease all of the men in their immediate vicinity by dressing in provocative ways, and then acting upset if you take notice in any overt manner or comment on their wardrobe?  Well, there was this one woman in my office who fit that description exactly.  Tantilizing her male coworkers must have been her hobby, because she had perfected it to an art form, and spent mucho bucks on a huge number of different outfits to keep it interesting.

This woman, named Cindy was, in the vernacular, a "tall drink of water."  I'd guess that over 65% of her body height were legs, shapely as I had ever seen.  And she showed them off in many ways, some obvious and some more subtile.  She might wear a short skirt and flash significant thigh when she crossed her legs.  Or, she might wear a long skirt with a definitive side slit, and tempt you with quick peeks as she'd strut past.  Her outfits never "crossed the line" as too riske', as she wandered dangerously at the borderline of office-inappropriate attire.

It was on one her long slitted skirt days that she got her just reward, and I got a bit of reward myself in the bargain.  Cindy and I were working on a presentation for an executive committee.  She was actually going to deliver the material in person, while I acted as the brains behind the scene.  That split of duties was okay with me.  The project needed the approval to survive, and Cindy knew how to pitch with the best of them.  Besides, the executive committee was all men, and they'd spend most of their time leering, not hearing.  The one thing was, they expected that proper office dress codes be maintained.  That's why Cindy chose to wear a long skirt, even if it did have a sizable slit.  As long as she stood still, she'd meet their expectations.

Cindy and I both have a bit of a procrastination problem, so we were working right up to the last minute.  The presentation was right after lunch, when the blood of the executives would have moved to their stomachs.  Actually, with Cindy in the front of the room, I expected that the blood would take a slight detour.  Anyway, we were still working on the final changes as we sat and ate our lunches.  Cindy was pretty juiced up, and this put her in "high tease" mode.  She wiggled and moved around in her seat, intentionally crossing and moving her legs to position the slit to allow strategic views, over and over.  I must admit I was getting excited, which Cindy could tell a mile away was was reveling in her power.

In her enthusiasm, Cindy wiggled when she should have waggled, and her arm pushed her lunch plate off of the table and into her lap.  Her clean, pressed business skirt was trashed.  Cindy panicked big time.  The materials were complete, but Cindy couldn't face those gents looking like this.  The skirt couldn't be cleaned up enough to pass.  Cindy had a pair of sweats in her office for after-work visits to the health club to keep her body in great shape, but we both knew that would anger the committee members, and they'd turn down our proposal flat.  I didn't even offer to make the presentation -- I was sporting a grade of business casual that was not endorsed and would have been received even worse.

Then I had a brainstorm.  One of the other women in the office had a similar build to Cindy, at least around the middle and hips, and she was wearing a similarly colored skirt.  Amy and I were pretty good friends, so I asked her if Cindy and I could borrow her skirt for a couple of hours.  In the interim, she could use Cindy's sweatpants and just hide out in her office.  Amy agreed, and she changed clothes in the bathroom. Amy looked very strange in a pretty blouse and sweatpants, but I was grateful and not the least bit amused.  I brought the loaner to Cindy, who took her turn in the bathroom to change.

In a few minutes, Cindy came out, and before she could say anything, I saw the problem.  Amy is quite a bit shorter than Cindy, and Amy's skirt, a proper knee-length model, looked just fine on her.  On Cindy, the pleated skirt was a micromini, stopping about two inches below her panties.  The fact that Cindy had chosen to wear nylons and a garter belt instead of panty hose exacerbated the problem.  If you didn't know better, you would have expected her on a street corner, not a business office.  I told Cindy to ditch the hose and belt for bare legs, which had a shadow of summer tan remaining.  In her state of shock, instead of going back to the bathroom to take my advise, she reached up under the hem of her skirt and unclipped the hose from the belt, sliding the stockings down her long, beautiful legs without giving the matter a second thought.  Getting a glimpse of her panties and the sensual way she caressed her leg as she removed her hose had me frozen in position.  I had to manually roll my tongue back into my mouth.

If she didn't move too fast, the skirt would cover just enough to not completely expose her panties and the treasure they held.  Cindy grabbed the stack of acetate sheets and walked swiftly into the conference room, momentarily showing too much as the skirt swung to and fro with her hips.  I stood outside the conference room and looked in through the long glass window next to the closed door.  I could see Cindy at one end of the room and the first couple of execs at each side of the long conference table.  Cindy seemed to have regained her composure, although the execs I could see were staring intently at her long legs, not at the projection screen.  Cindy began her pitch, trying hard to stay still, but as a showman, she always threw a little body language into her presentations, and so the execs got two shows for the price of one.

Then, some of the slippery acetates that were stacked next to the projector fell off the table and onto the floor.  Cindy paused, afraid to bend down, even with a bunny dip at the knees, to pick them back up.  The execs sat in absolute silence as they awaited her decision.  Then a couple of them left their chairs and gathered around her feet, picking up the scattered plastic sheets and looking up at Cindy with understanding smiles.  I'm sure that some of them were smiling at the view from down below, certainly the ones that were feeling around the floor with their hands trying to locate something to pick up.

Cindy finished the presentation, grabbed the foils, and bolted out of the room.  She didn't even wait for the committee's questions or comments, let alone their decision, and headed straight back to her office where she shut the door.  The blinds behind her window were drawn, so I couldn't see what she was doing.  I knocked and she invited me in.  She was sitting on the edge of her desk, wiping away her tears with a tissue.  The skirt had ridden up, and her panties were in full view, and what panties they were!  Almost transparent, they were small and frilly and I restrained myself with every ounce of willpower I could muster.  

"I blew it," she lamented, "and we'll never get a second chance to get our project approved."  

I walked over and put one hand on her shoulder to comfort her, still facing her and standing in front of her slightly parted legs.  

"And all because I wanted to tease you," she explained.  

"It wasn't your fault.  We gave it our best shot.  We'll get approved some other way, you'll see," I consoled. 

Cindy stood up as I held my position, which put us almost touching.  Evidently this incident was beyond even Cindy's limits of teasing, and she was truly embarassed and upset.  My one hand on her shoulder became two, and then due to our proximity, became a light hug.  She rested her head on my shoulder and accepted my comforting jesture.

I had to decide if I was going to take advantage of Cindy's weakened state.  I tested by sliding my hands from her upper back to her lower back, and pulled her just a bit closer, just enough so she would feel my state of arrousal.  Her reaction was clear, as she reached behind me and pulled me tight against her, our crotches in contact.  I lowered by hands to her buttox, and squeezed gently.  She lifted her face from my shoulder and kissed me hard.  I got even harder, and let my fingers roam down between her cheeks.  Her barely-there panties were damp, and I knew there was no going back.

We separated long enough for me to drop my trousers and briefs, and for her to turn around and lean over the desk.  This position was of her choosing, and I was delighted.  I squatted down and ran my tongue up her leg, stopping just before her panties.  I pulled them down slowly to increase her anticipation.  Her pussy was aromatic and the lips were puffy, and I knew we could wait no longer.  She wiggled her ass at the sensation of my tongue and in anticipation, put her hands on her buttox, and pulled them apart.  I moved in closer and slid up into her quite easily.  She reached back to hold my ass as best she could, while I moved my hands up front to fondle her breasts through her silky blouse and bra.  They were small but very firm, and I could tell her nipples were very erect even through all of the cloth.  Our mutual motion was persistent but not frantic, and I felt my juices rising.  I advised Cindy of my condition, and she held me tight.  We came in unison, emotionally and physically drained.

I put myself back together and swapped Amy's skirt back for Cindy's sweatpants.  Amy gave me a strange, knowing look after the exchange, and I wondered if she suspected and what she might do about it if she did.

Cindy's behavior changed dramatically after that.  Her short skirts got a tad longer, and the slits in the long skirts became less pronounced.  She acted much more the lady, but that was okay with me.

Oh yes, we got the committee's approval for our project.  Cindy had been more disarming and effective than she knew.  Evidently the incident provided them with an opportunity to see the advantages of a relaxed dress code as well, and business casual was endorsed as a unexpected bonus.

An Original H M Tale

