If any of them know what went on in that bathroom, no one is talking. Another round of beers arrive and we toast to nipples, because without them brea...ts would be pointless. You blush as I giggle at our private joke. I rest my hand on your knee over your skirt under the table, wanting to maintain our earlier connection. You reciprocate after pulling my chemise (a long cotton or muslin dress worn under a corset or bodice to cover the exposed flesh) to my knee. Your touch on my bare skin ignites. There were all the usual paraphernalia for a single attractive woman in her thirties: a plastic bag of assorted panties, loads of stockings, hold ups, slips, girdles, tampons, etc. As I pulled these out I was trembling at the sight as well as the smell as she had put some of her used panties back in the case waiting to be washed. I could take it so longer as I had to strip and get into them.As I was killed for choice I did not know what to choose so I picked up a light blue girdle with. A blouse and heels completed the outfit so I headed for work. Even though I was busy, the morning dragged a little. I was on edge, filled with anticipation and the inane chatter in the office was starting to grate. When the email I had been waiting for finally arrived, I couldn’t help but smile. Subject: ‘Meeting’. We always tried to remain professional so that anyone who happened to read our emails would assume we were nothing more than associates. After all, there was always a possibility. " Oh go on, tell me you little tease." No, you'll have to wait, and besides you like it when I tease you." She giggled.She was right I did enjoy her games. I smiled and said, "OK, I can wait." But not too long I hoped.After the meal we sat on the couch finishing the bottle of wine, laughing about the day's events, and kissing every now and again whenever it seemed right. After an hour or so when we were rested and slightly drunk Abby said, "It's time for your present. Wait here, I'll call you.