I'd been staying out of the way in the den all evening. Since I wasn't doing the entertaining I was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt -- no bra, no undie... (and no jewelry). The other 3 guys had just left and you and the cute one were picking up chips and counting his evenings winnings. I came in and started puttering around picking up snacks, etc. He smiled boldly at me. I was slightly embarrassed as my nipples were hard from the breeze through the open windows and I was sure he noticed so I. I knew my way around bills of lading and invoices and customs procedures. Now of course everything is bar coded and tracked by computer.’ ‘I was in a similar industry, I was in the travel and tourism industry, and had been since leaving school. That industry sees the role of women as eye-candy in the agencies, selling packaged tours at an inflated price. I thought that we should have been concentrating on client based tailored packages where the client set the agenda and the timeline and we. He didn’t mind one bit. I was hoping that he would blow a gasket.After he paid for the stuff he asked the clerk if I could change into one of my new outfits to wear to lunch. She said that I could and even helped me take the price tags off from them. I put on a low-rise blue jean skirt that was down to my pubic hair from the top and almost up to my pubic hair from the bottom too. I chose not to wear any panties. I also chose not to wear a bra either. The little top that I put on just barely. I’m a woman. Well, not very experienced maybe, but I darn sure would like for him to teach me.I don’t know whether that asshole I was engaged to was any good or not. He got me off most times, but it sure wasn’t as good as some of the girls said theirs were.She unobtrusively glanced at his pants as he turned in the seat to check for traffic. He doesn’t run around with a hard-on like a boy, but I’ve seen a bulge there from time to time when his pants are pulled tight. And he’s a man, not an idiot.