Sometimes I wear a bra, often I don't, just depending on my mood, how brazen and sexy I feel like being that day. I suppose it's really too much for t...e workplace, but I don't care a hoot. When a girl is as pretty as me it lends heaps of self confidence, and blessed with a bod like mine it'd be a shame not to show it off, that's my take on the matter.Certainly has the desired effect on male colleagues, especially the ones on my floor. There are other females down there but none of them are. “Never did that again ... well until now,” Karen sighed.“Missed you last night,” I said.“I doubt we’d have gotten up to anything,” she giggled. “Unless you’re going to get into doing me comatose.”“Nah, I prefer active and enjoying,” I chuckled, glancing surreptitiously at Wendy when I said it.I couldn’t be sure, but I did think for a second that there was a little pink glow to her cheeks, but I might have been wrong, although Karen and I discussing sex never really bothered her as much as her. There they were. Tight, small, solid black panties. They formed a V in the front. I could see her pubic mound. I’m sure she had to shave, or else there would be hair showing. She looked so smooth. I stared right at that V when she shook me out of it. “Here, try them on.” I got up, unzipped and removed my jeans. I had normal red panties, but they were tight and left little to the imagination. It was her turn to look at me. They probably had a wet spot, but I didn’t notice. I took my time. I've actually gotta go to bed soon."Dylan didn't listen he started to trail kisses down Marissa's chest and pulling her bra off. Marissa wanted to push him off her but still liked the way his fingers felt running down her body. His mouth reach for her nipple and sucked hard on it. Marissa squirmed a little and let out a soft moan.Gene could hear her moans and frowned. This was not only pissing him off but hurting him as well. Marissa knew damn well that he was in the room and here she was.