“Really?”
“Oh yes,” she said, coming close now, feeling so sexy and in control. As if her bra and panties were giving her extra confidence, just like they had when she had asked for a raise! Her hands went to her blouse and she began to unbutton the top button. “May I show you how comfortable it is?”
“Uh ... I ... Well, I...”
Marti stood over him and unbuttoned the new few buttons and pulled the edges of her blouse apart so he could see her bra. She knew he could see her dark nipples through the thin material.
“They're called Stunners. Pretty nice, huh?”
“Uh, yeah. I'm sure Claire will be, uh, interested in hearing about them.”
“They're engineered with space-age materials to support a woman's breasts and yet be light and flexible. It's like being seventeen again!” She took one of his hands and he didn't fight her. “Here, let me show you.”
She lifted his hand to the side of her bra, noting how pale Steve looked. He was terrified of being caught sexually harassing another employee. But as soon as he touched her bra, his expression changed. His mouth came open and his fingers began to rub against the side of her breast. It felt wonderful.
Marti closed her eyes and allowed him to touch her. His fingers slid over the sleek material, growing bolder.
“Yes, it really is smooth and lightweight,” he said softly. “Very nice.”
His thumb slipped across her nipple and it stretched out toward him. “Oh, that's nice,” she agreed.
With some effort, Steve pulled away and rubbed his thumb against his fingers. “We probably shouldn't be doing this.”
She shook herself slightly and came back to her senses. Had she just done what she thought she had done? She began buttoning up her blouse. “Well, tell your wife they're only sold at a small shop downtown, about two blocks from the office.”
With that, she turned and headed for the door. She opened it and turned back to him, enjoying the site of him staring at her, his mouth half-open, his fingers still rubbing together. “Will there be anything else, Mr. Harris?”
“Uh, no,” he said, his voice barely audible.
She left and went immediately to the restroom and found an empty stall. Pulling up her dress and yanking down her panties, she slipped her fingers into her sopping wetness and climaxed within seconds, biting her lip to keep from crying out. God that felt good!
Marti decided maybe her Stunners weren't so dangerous after all, now that she had learned how to use them to her advantage.
* * * *
She stuck to her schedule of wearing her Stunners only on Tuesdays and Thursdays for all of one week. By the following Monday, she began to hate herself on her “Dull Days” as she had come to call them. So she put on her red Stunners underneath her pink blouse, red skirt, stockings are garter belt and went to work knowing she would be getting a lot of attention.
And it worked. She drew whistles on the subway, heads turned as she walked down the street, and men seemed eager to open doors for her. Marti passed by Dave's shop and noted he had apparently restocked and was ready to reopen because there was a good-sized crowd of women outside, waiting for him to open in a half-hour. She wondered if he had hired some help.
At work, Steve did his usual double-take and not five minutes after he went into his office, he buzzed her and asked her to come in. She smiled to herself, feeling sexy and confident in her Stunners, and went inside. She didn't bother bringing her Steno pad.
“Yes, Mr. Harris?” she said, noting that her voice had dropped an octave.
“Wow, you look ... magnificent,” he said, staring at her.
“I'm wearing my new bra—and panties. You like?”
His mouth came open. “Uh...” He hesitated and Marti knew exactly what he was trying to say. She waited, smiling, on hand on her hip.
“Uh ... can I see?”
His face flushed red and he realized he had crossed the line. Marti knew she was within her rights to tell him to back off, but it was the last thing she wanted to do. She stepped closer, keeping his desk between them. She began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly.
“I'm sure you realize that you're asking a lot of me,” she said, smiling. “You wouldn't take advantage of me, would you?”
“Uhhhhh...” He was inarticulate, his eyes focused on the red bra now emerging from her blouse.
She unbuttoned the last button and pulled the sides apart, enjoying his helpless gaze, his half-opened mouth. She leaned forward.
“You like?”
“Uh-huh.” He shook himself. “I like.”
“Did you tell Claire about them?”
At the mention of his wife, he seemed to pull back. Marti cursed herself. That was stupid!
“Uh, yeah.”
“Maybe it should have been our little secret, huh?” As she spoke, she reached down with both hands and slowly pulled up the hem of her skirt.
“What—what are you doing?”
She paused. “I thought you'd like to see the matching panties too—or am I wrong?”
“Uh, well ... I ... Yeah, I'd like to see them ... but only if you want to show me.”
She pulled her hem up her stocking-covered legs until her garter belt straps could be seen. He gasped. Two inches further and her red panties came into view. They were sheer and naughty and Marti knew he could see her camel toe. She had a sudden image of herself bent over his desk while he whipped her ass.
I'll bet Mrs. Harris doesn't go for that kind of behavior!
“They ... are ... beautiful,” he moaned.
“Yes, they make me feel very sexy.”
He nodded and stood up and Marti could see his erection threatening to tear out of his pants. He leaned over the desk and touched both sides of her breasts. His fingers felt electric on her and it was her turn to moan.
“We ... we have to stop,” he said at last, pulling his hands away.
“Okay,” she said, feeling let down. “But I thought you should see them.”
“Maybe, uh ... I should probably see some of the other colors ... just for comparison's sake.”
She nodded. “Very well, if you insist, Mr. Harris.”
“You can call me Steve.”
Marti shook her head. “Oh no,” she said, “you'll always be ‘Mr. Harris’ to me.”
He nodded. “Okay.”
She pulled her clothes together and brought her fevered body under control with some effort. “Would you like some coffee, Mr. Harris?”
He sat back down and adjusted his pants, trying to hide his raging erection. “Uh, yes, that would be nice, Marti.”
She left, her mind and body buzzing with excitement and anticipation. Before she went to the coffee room, she stopped by the bathroom for a quick orgasm. She needed some tissues to wipe up the mess. She felt sorry for leaving Mr. Harris hanging like that and wished she could do something to help him.
[Back to Table of Contents]
* * *
Chapter Six
Marti thought she was in control. She thought she could quit anytime. But once she started wearing her Stunners every day, she felt an overwhelming desire to be sexy and naughty. Her relationship with Steve moved inexorably from flirtation to affair. It seemed Mr. Harris wasn't the ideal husband after all, not faced with the temptation Marti offered.
Tuesday, after such a hot experience Monday, they clearly both wanted more. Marti wore her ivory Stunners, although in her heart, she wanted to wear the red ones every day. To compensate, she had on a near-sheer tan blouse and thigh-high black skirt. When Steve called her into his office, his first question was:
“What color are you wearing today?”
She knew he had been able to tell at once, but she played along. Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her ivory Stunner. He whistled softly and waved her closer. She came around to his side of the desk and he pressed her against it while still seated in his chair. His hands went to her breasts and teased her.
“Do the panties matc
“Of course.”
“I'll have to see to be sure.” His right hand slipped up the outside of her thigh.
“Do you think I'd wear the wrong color?”
“It's best to be sure.” His fingers touched the edge of her panties and she shivered. Slowly, she raised the hem of her dress until he could see her panties. He licked his lips.
“Mr. Harris, you're a very naughty man.”
“Yes, I am.” His fingers moved around until they touched the front panel and she knew he could tell she was already wet.
Now came the tricky part. They both wanted what was to come next, but this was hardly the place. People might spread rumors. As his fingers stroked her pussy through the thin material, he asked, “What are you doing for lunch?”
“I don't know. Are you asking me out?”
“Yes,” he gasped.
“I think you should have a business meeting. Say at the Peabody?”
The Peabody was a hotel around the corner from the office building. He nodded. “I'll leave at eleven-thirty, you come by at eleven-forty-five? I'll leave a note for you at the desk.”
She nodded. “Sounds good.” Distantly, she heard warning bells and ignored them. This is what she had secretly desired ever since she had been assigned to Steve. She didn't care if he was married—she didn't want to marry the man, just fuck him. And he seemed happy to oblige.
With some effort, they separated and she pulled her clothes together. She wondered Steve would understand her need to be slapped or spanked and decided he'd probably need a push in that direction. With her new-found confidence, she had no trouble being assertive. She suspected Mr. Harris would find it very exciting.
She left his office and went at once to the restroom and cleaned up. When she returned to her desk, she felt a buzz of anticipation. She sat at her computer and began working on another report and was soon lost to the figures, her hips making tiny thrusting movements against the front panel of her panties, her nipples tingling in rhythm.
At eleven-twenty-five, Steve came out of his office, all business. “Business meeting, be back after one,” he informed her a bit too loudly so Darlene and the other secretaries could hear.
“Okay, Mr. Harris,” she replied and returned to her work.
She waited exactly twelve minutes before gathering up her purse and leaving the office. Riding the elevator down, she thought she should feel guilty but she did not. She suspected her Stunners were responsible for her lack of conscience.
Out on the street, she strolled toward the Peabody, enjoying the looks passing men gave her. Idly, she thought of Dave and what he was doing today. Probably very busy, from the look of things the last time she had visited his store. She gave a little shiver when she remembered how it felt to fuck him and be spanked by him.
She entered the Peabody and asked for any messages for Miss Andrews. The clerk handed her an envelope with a knowing smile.
“Room 535,” the note inside said.
She went up the elevator to the fifth floor and headed down the corridor, her bra and panties making her body tingle. She knocked on the door. It opened at once and Steve grabbed her and pulled her inside. In an instant, she was enveloped by his strong arms and he kissed her, taking her breath away. This was how a man should love a woman, she realized. No mincing around, no politeness, no equality of the sexes. A woman just needs to be taken once in a while.
His hands pulled at her blouse and she pushed him back long enough to gasp, “Don't rip it—I'll never to able to explain it.”
That slowed him down long enough to allow her to unbutton her blouse and toss it aside. Her skirt quickly followed and his clothes came next. They tumbled into the bed. He started to remove her bra and she stopped him.
“Wait,” she said. “It's sexier with it on for a little while.”
He shrugged and returned to kiss her face, her neck, her lips and the upper parts of her breasts. Her underwear seemed to be in tune with his actions and yet, she wanted more. Did she dare tell him of her recent fetish?
She dared.
“Spank me,” she gasped.
He pulled back. “What?”
“I like to be spanked.”
His grin spread across his face. “Really?”
“I'm very bad,” she said.
He rolled over, pulling her on top of him and gave her bottom a light spank.
“Harder.”
He obliged and she trembled in his grasp. He hit her again and Marti felt her orgasm rise.
“You are a naughty girl.”
“Yes.”
He spanked her for several minutes, heating up her bottom and causing her to rub her pussy against his groin, where his cock seemed to grow harder by the minute.
“My tits,” she gasped. “Slap my tits.”
He did, although he was much too careful.
“No, harder. Act like you mean it!”
She felt his hands at her back and her bra was unclasped and pulled from her. She could tell the difference, but she was caught up in the moment now. He rolled her over onto her back and slapped her tits harder, his face grimacing. Marti threw her head back. “Yes!” He did it again. And again. When he couldn't stand it any more, he stripped off her panties, and shoved his hard cock inside her.
“Oh! Oh my god!”
His cock was long and hard and full and it seemed to fit her pussy perfectly. Her orgasm quickly rose up and overpowered her and her brain short-circuited for a moment. When she came back to her senses, Steve was still thrusting hard into her. He bent down and bit her left breast and she howled in delight.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Marti rode along with Steve as he pounded her naked body until she felt him erupt inside her.
“Oh god! Oh my god!” She hugged him close, her pussy throbbing and clutching at him.
Finally they separated. Steve gasped for air and his body was sweaty. She clung to him, unwilling to let the moment end.
“That was incredible,” he told her when he caught his breath.
“Yes, it was.”
He raised up on one elbow. “Um, we didn't talk about birth control ... I hope...”
She nodded. “I'm still on the pill. I had a boyfriend a while ago, but we broke up.”
Steve looked relieved. “I don't know what got into me. When I'm with you, I'm like an animal.”
“That can be very good sometimes.”
“Yes it can. I never knew you had it in you! You seemed so demure before.”
She knew he meant “before she started wearing her sexy new underwear.” She also knew if she hadn't, they wouldn't be in bed together now.
Now that they were done, his guilt seemed to creep in. “Uh, listen, Marti...”
She put a finger to his lips. “Shh. I know you are happily married. This is just a fling. I won't demand you divorce her and marry me and I won't tell anyone. You have my word.”
“Really?” He seemed stunned—and grateful.
“Yes. This is just about raw sex.”
His eyebrows went up. “Wow, you're like a wet dream come true.”
She laughed. “It's my underwear that makes me so naughty.”
“Oh, that's funny.”
He didn't realize she wasn't kidding.
* * * *
Marti returned to Dave's store shortly before closing on Thursday to find it packed with women, all fighting to buy his bras. She stood and surveyed the scene. Dave had hired two women to help him and had added two new dressing rooms, but it still wasn't enough. She knew his shop was far too small to handle the crush of business.
He spotted her and waved and said, “Can you wait until I close?”
Because she had wanted to buy another bra, this one in black, she nodded. She doubted he'd have any in her size left, but she waited outside for another half-hour until he managed to take care of the last customer. He put up the closed sign and waved her inside.
“Whew,” he said, his face red and perspiring. ���I can't keep up.”
Once again his shop looked like it had been hit by a tornado. The two assistants seemed equally exhausted.
“Can I go home now?” One of them asked.
Marty could tell at once that she was wearing Stunners. She had that sexual glow about her. A glance at the other girl showed the same thing.
“Yes, Diane. Your new bra and panties are under the counter. Yours too, Carol.”
The two women eagerly rushed to pick up their sets and hurried out the door. Dave locked up after them.
Marti turned to Dave. “You're paying them in bras?”
He grinned. “It's what they want. Don't worry, they get minimum wage too. I'm not a monster.”
She shook her head. “And how many women are you fucking?” Was she jealous?
He tipped his head. “Only you, so far. I mean, I don't really have the time, you know.”
She nodded, feeling her jealousy ease. And why was she jealous, anyway? “But if some woman threw herself at you...”
He shrugged. “I can't say for sure. This is all new to me.”
“Really? You've been working on this design for eight years, you're telling me you had no clue what you were about to unleash?”
“Not really. I had suspicions. But until I opened my store, I wasn't sure what to expect.”
“Please tell me what you've put into these bras and panties that make women so sexually ... crazy.”
“They simply take a woman's sexuality and increase it, that's all. It's not harmful by any means. I would never do anything like that.”
“But look at these women! They are almost out of control! Surely you should warn them.”
“I may have to come up with some kind of warning label. But all a woman has to do is stop wearing them and they'll be fine!”
“Easier said than done, I've found.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I tried to stop. But I felt sad and lonely and depressed without them. I have to say, I'm a happier woman when I wear them.” She wasn't sure she was ready to confess that she had a sudden desire to be whipped and abused as well as fucked.
He smiled slyly at her. “So, would you like to try on a different one tonight?”
-->