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It was a bit strange to Marti that she felt an urge to only wear her new bras for one day before washing them. With her other bras, she might wear them two or three days in a row, if she needed to. But the Stunners always smelled a bit sweaty to her after one wearing, so she took to washing them regularly. Perhaps it was something in the design, she mused.
On Monday and Wednesday of the next week, the white bra fit her perfectly, as usual, but on Tuesday and Thursday, the ivory bra fit her just as well, yet they were different cup sizes. How was that possible? She shrugged and dismissed it as something to do with his “space-age” design. But it pleased her to think her breasts were growing bigger, even if they really weren't.
Mr. Harris certainly seemed to notice. Instead of walking past her with barely a nod, he would stop and smile and say a few words. It was innocent, of course, but it represented quite a difference to Marti. Talking to him always made her wet and hot. When he retreated to his office, Marti often headed into the ladies room to blot her face with a damp paper towel.
On Friday, when she wore an ordinary bra and panty set, Marti felt let down. Of course, she could've simply rinsed out a Stunners set again, but she really wanted a third set of undergarments instead. She had stayed away from the shop on purpose to avoid temptation. She had still not even received her raise and already she had spent over two hundred dollars!
It was time to be frugal.
Damn it.
That weekend, she washed her clothes in cold water and on gentle cycle just for her new underclothes. She put everything else in the dryer, but hung her new bras and panties over the shower curtain, afraid to harm them with the heat. She knew Dave's design was experimental and didn't want to ruin them.
Monday morning after her shower, she put on the ivory set and it brightened her mood immediately. Still, something was wrong—her panties didn't seem to fit right. No, that wasn't it. They just didn't feel right. She realized it was her pubic hair—again. Had it grown out so fast? She took off her panties and examined her furry triangle. There was some tiny stubble along the sides—she should've been keeping it up. The patch in front seemed to have grown out as well.
Marti repeated her trimming and shaving, but this time, she took off a little more so she wouldn't have to do it again so soon. She found it easier to sit on the toilet lid and prop one leg up on the bathtub so she could shave the delicate hairs alongside her labia. When she was done, her thatch of hair had been reduced to a landing strip and she decided she liked it. Pulling on her panties, she noticed the difference at once.
“Ohhh, much better.”
She finished getting dressed and went to work.
Marti found it was easier to flirt with Steve now that they had had their conversation about her views on political correctness. He seemed more at ease as well, joking with her and complimenting her on her outfits, although he'd seen most of them many times before.
It must be the way I carry myself, she thought. I'm happier and thus more friendly.
She knew it had all started with the bras. Already they had increased her net worth as well as her attitude. Dave was going to make a bloody fortune, she thought.
Sitting at her desk, Marti began to realize that having less hair “down there” increased the friction against her clit, which was a very nice diversion. She found her typing speed and concentration actually increased when her mind was mildly stimulated by the caress of her panties. At one point, she came to from her intense concentration on a report she was entering into the system to realize she had been unconsciously thrusting her hips against the crotch of her panties.
Marti looked around, afraid that the other secretaries might have noticed. But they were all busy with their own work and didn't look up. She took a break and went to the restroom and into a stall. When she yanked down her panties, she was soaked! It took a wad of tissue to sop up the mess. She wished she had another pair of panties and made a mental note to ask Dave if she could purchase the panties alone—she still couldn't afford another bra!
Pulling up her damp panties and grimacing, Marti washed her hands and returned to her desk. Not a half-hour later, she caught herself doing the same thing with her hips and knew her pussy was damp again. Fortunately, her movements were tiny she hoped no one would notice. Looking up at her work, she was surprised to see she had typed more than four pages of the report and had made only three mistakes! That was more than eighty words a minute! The best she had ever done before was sixty.
Seems she was really earning her new raise.
After lunch, Mr. Harris called her into his office. She took her steno pad, just in case, but he waved it away.
“I, uh, wanted to talk to you a little more about what we talked about earlier,” he said, leaving Marti confused.
“What? Oh, you mean...?”
“Yes, the PC stuff. Is it all right if we talk more?”
“Of course.”
If you want, I'll fuck your brains out too, right here on your desk.
“It's just that, in the last couple weeks, I've really noticed a change in you. You are much more efficient and all, but also...” He trailed off as if searching for the right words. Marti didn't want to help him, not yet. “...more ... approachable,” he finally said.
He shook his head and tried again.
“You see, in my past, I was a ‘toucher.’ You know, I'd grasp the shoulders of my co-workers or I'd pat them on the back—you know how it is. And this was for men and women.”
Marti nodded.
“And well, one gal didn't appreciate it. She made a complaint, which really burned my ass because I'm happily married and I was just trying to be nice. She could've said something to me! I guess she wanted me to be some robot or something. Anyway, that's why I got transferred here eight months ago. It was a lateral move, but still, it bugged me. She's still working over in that other department, no doubt happy that she got rid of me. Ever since then, I've been ... afraid to touch anyone. And it's too bad. I wasn't hurting anyone—at least, I didn't think so.”
Marti felt her mouth come open and she shut it quickly. This was the most Steve had ever said to her! She wanted to encourage him so she said, “I know, some women are just looking for a payday, I think. They use sexual harassment as a weapon.”
“That's right! I agree completely. I didn't think it was fair, but that's life.”
She wanted to ask, Why are you telling me all this? but kept quiet.
“Anyway, my point is, I don't like being a robot. I like feeling free to be me. So if I ever give you a pat on the back or squeeze your shoulders, would that make you feel uncomfortable?”
“Heck no, Mr. Harris.”
“Good. But if I ever did, would you tell me about it before you run to HR? I promise I'd cut it out.”
Marti took a deep breath. “Mr. Harris, I would never to that. You've been a great boss to me and ... well, when you first arrived, I thought you were rather uptight. I think if you keep it up, you'll wind up with an ulcer or something. So feel free to, uh, you know, pat me on the back or tell me I'm doing a good job anytime. I won't complain.”
You can kiss me and I won't complain. Hell, you can do more than that!
“Good. I'm glad to hear.” He got up and came around to her chair. With elaborate gestures, he patted her on the back. “You're doing a great job, Marti.”
She laughed. “Thank you, Mr. Harris.” She stood up and patted his shoulder. “Hope you don't mind if it pat you on the back now and then?”
He smiled. “As long as we don't start rumors flying!”
He was joking and yet, she knew there was an element of seriousness to it. Reading between the lines, he was saying, “Let's keep this to ourselves.”
And she knew what that could mean. Now she just had to decide if she wanted to start an affair with this happily married man. Her mind said no, but her body said, yes, yes.
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hapter Four
Her life continued to improve over the next week. Her boss became friendlier and paid more attention to her, her work stopped being drudgery and she began to understand the importance of her role in the company and—perhaps best of all—she decided she could afford another set of Stunners. Her raise had kicked in.
This set was in light blue. She had held the red and black bras in her hands for several minutes, but couldn't justify either for the workplace. Dave, bless his heart, let her spend several minutes in the dressing room trying on both bras before she gave up and asked him to fetch her the blue one. Like the others, it looked fabulous on her but was really startled her was the size that wound up fitting the best—thirty-eight D.
“That's like two sizes up!” She had exclaimed.
“I know! But it's just the difference in manufacturing, I'm sure. Just like some dresses you buy are size six and others are size four,” Dave told her. “You should think more about fit and less about my manufacturing glitches!”
She had laughed and went ahead and bought the light blue one with the matching panties. She was already wearing her white set, so she had Dave wrap them up and she carried them home.
As had become her habit, Marti stripped down once inside the door and walked around only in her bra and panties, enjoying the feeling of the air on her body and the gentle caressing of her breasts and pussy by her sensual underwear. It made her feel sexy and naughty. When night fell, she caught a glimpse of a man across the alley watching her and rather than being appalled, she rather enjoyed it. After all, she wasn't naked! She left her underwear on the rest of the evening, occasionally glancing over to see if he was still at the window, feeling a thrill if she caught him looking.
By Friday, she had grown dissatisfied with her pubic hair again. It seemed to dull her panties’ ability to caress her pussy properly. Before she went to bed, she stripped down in the bathroom and lathered shaving cream all over her mound and sat on the toilet lid, her leg propped up, and shaved off all her hair. She even used a hand mirror to get all the little hairs down to her asshole. When she was done, she took a quick shower and stepped out, feeling like a new woman.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she wondered if she might've gone too far. She looked like a little girl again. But when she slid her panties into place, she knew she had done the right thing. Having the material slide directly against her skin was wonderful. She decided to wear the panties to bed.
When she grabbed her T-shirt and started to put it on, another idea occurred to her. Tossing it aside, she picked up her Stunner bra that she had worn that day and put it on too. Normally, she never wore her bra to bed—her breasts needed to be released from confinement. But the Stunner was so comfortable, why not? she figured.
Marti started to slip the T-shirt on and paused. If she was going to wear her underwear, she really didn't need the shirt. She threw it on the floor and crawled between the sheets. Having her breasts and pussy encased like that felt very satisfying and she soon dropped off to sleep.
Marti had several strange, erotic dreams during the night. She dreamed she was making love to Steve Harris in his office and came several times on his hard cock. She also imagined she was in Dave's store and he was touching her breasts and rubbing his fingers against her pussy, all while she was wearing her Stunners.
When she woke up in the morning, she had a vague memory of her dreams and it disturbed her. Dreaming about Steve she could understand because she had lusted after him for so long. But gay Dave? That was just weird.
She got up, feeling her body being caressed by her Stunners and went out to make some coffee. Her stomach growled but she didn't really feel she wanted to eat. Returning to the bedroom with a cup of coffee, Marti looked at herself in the mirror. Sitting behind a desk all day hadn't done anything for her figure! She noticed some bulging at her hips and realized she had begun to gain a little weight. Maybe that's why she had to keep buying larger bras!
Marti went into the bathroom and weighed herself. One-thirty-one. Not bad, but she could certainly lose five pounds. Pulling on shorts and a T-shirt, she found her shoes and socks and decided to go for a jog.
Out in the morning air, she felt like she could conquer the world. She started out slow but found the way her bra and panties pressed against her, it encouraged her to run faster—and farther. Her one-mile jog became two and finally two-and-a-half before she collapsed on her porch, breathing heavily. Her shirt was soaked in sweat and her face felt hot. She dragged herself inside, stripped off her clothes and took a long shower. While there, she propped one foot up on the edge of the tub and shaved her pussy again. It was already closely shaved from yesterday, but she couldn't resist the urge.
Stepping out of the shower, she felt that vague loss and immediately went to her dresser for another set of Stunners, this time the ivory ones. She put the other sets, along with some other clothes, into the wash and set it for cold water, gentle cycle and turned it on. Then she went back to the kitchen, ready to eat something.
Standing nearly naked in front of the refrigerator, little looked good to Marti. She finally decided on some carrots and a nectarine, an odd choice for breakfast, but that's what she craved. She laughed at herself.
“Maybe I'm pregnant,” she said to the empty room.
She cleaned up her apartment until the wash was done and pulled out her Stunners and draped them over the shower rod. Putting the rest of the clothes in the dryer, Marti decided it was past time to get dressed. She returned to the bedroom and selected some shorts and a T-shirt, her usual outfit for a summer weekend.
But when she sat on the bed to put them on, she stopped and stared at the wall, her clothes forgotten in her hands. She really didn't want to wear anything, not right now. Just her Stunners. She liked the way she looked in them and the way they felt. She didn't want to cover them up.
The clothes fell from her hands and she decided to stay in for a while. Who needs clothes? Grabbing her laptop, Marti stretched out on the bed and checked her email and her Facebook page. Nothing new. Idly, she began to explore, driven by the remnants of her dreams. She went to websites she had never visited before, showing pictures of men with six-pack abs caressing beautiful women. Those, in turn, led to other sites. They were sensual in nature at first, then outright sexual and finally she found herself perusing BDSM and other hard-core sites. She felt her hips rubbing against the sheets as she scrolled through the pictures of women being tied up and spanked—or whipped.
With one hand flipping through the pictures, her other hand stole down to rub the outside of her panties. But it was awkward and it made her off-balance. It was better if she simply bunched up the covers between her legs to give her something more substantial to rub against. Her Stunners could do the rest. She brought her left arm back up and began pressing against the mound of bedding, the feel of her panties rubbing against her clit driving her onward. Her eyes flicked from one video to another: A woman, tied face down on a bench, her well-marked ass up, while a man whipped her with a cat o'nine tails; another woman tied spread-eagle on a bed while a man slapped at her bare pussy with a riding crop; two women naked, one being forced to lick the pussy of the other one while a man stood behind her with a cane, slapping her when she faltered.
Meanwhile, her hips moved faster and faster and Marti began to see spots in front of her eyes as her orgasm approached. She reached down with her left hand and pinched a nipple, hard, just as she crested over the edge into a shattering orgasm.
“Ohhhh! Oh my god! Ohhhh that was good!” she cried out, rolling to her side and bringing her legs up to her chest.
It was the best orgasm she had ever had.
But now her clean panties were soaked. She should change but she didn't want to move. Marti lay there for several minutes, trying to decide what to do. Finally, she rolled back onto her stomach and began scrolling through images and video clips again.
Marti came four more times over the next two hours before she managed to pu
ll herself away, exhausted. What the hell was wrong with her? She dragged herself to the shower and tossed her soaked panties into the hamper, along with her bra, now wrinkled and sweaty. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her nipples were reddened and elongated from pinching, her pussy red and wet from rubbing.
“God, girl, you need a cold shower.” She couldn't quite bear that, but she did make the water tepid before she climbed in. She washed up thoroughly and told herself she needed to get out and do something. Anything.
For one thing, she needed to eat! She hadn't had anything all day except rabbit food and it was close to three o'clock! After she dried off, Marti purposely put on a different bra and panties, convinced that her odd behavior was at least partially due to her Stunners. Or maybe I'm just really horny, she told herself. It had been seven months since she had last made love.
When she turned around, she noticed the laptop on the bed, still showing an image of a woman being whipped. She shuddered and quickly shut it down. She had never liked that kind of thing before!
Marti pulled on her shorts and T-shirt and walked down to a café she liked and ordered up a Reuben sandwich and a beer. Both tasted very good. It felt strange not to be wearing her Stunners. Her body felt a bit lost.
Too much of a good thing, she decided. She vowed not to wear them so often.
After lunch, she didn't really know what she wanted to do. She had questions about the Stunners and made up her mind to ask Dave. He would be able to explain what was happening to her. She assumed his shop would be open on Saturday.
She hopped the subway and went four stops downtown. As she approached the tiny shop, Marti was stunned. The normally quiet shop was very busy. She counted ten women inside, all demanding attention from Dave, who seemed harried and unable to cope. He spotted Marti and smiled and waved. She came forward.
“Looks like word of mouth finally caught on!”
“Yeah, I—”
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