She wasn't going to do it. She got dressed, a black V-neck tee shirt and black pants. She went to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee, taking that all important first sip of the day.
"I really can't do it, " she thought. "It would be too embarrassing."
She put down her cup and headed back to the bedroom. She looked through her closets selecting five skirts which she lined up on the bed from shortest to longest.
The first was a miniskirt, black and tiny, appropriate for a night out on the town with a really pretty pair of panties underneath, panties intended to be seen. The second was a plaid pleated skirt, more of a schoolgirl costume than a work skirt. It reached about a third of the way down her thighs. The third was another dressy skirt, black again, coming down slightly longer than the schoolgirl skirt. The fourth was a burgundy skirt, a little short for work, but she could probably get away with it. The fifth was black again, and reached a couple of inches above her knees.
"The shortest that you can get away with," he had demanded. She pulled down her pants and slipped on the fourth skirt. Then taking a deep breath, she reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties. She headed back to the kitchen and picked up her coffee.
"This is crazy. This is crazy. This is crazy," she muttered as she finished her required daily allowance of caffeine.
She picked up her bag, thinking about the day ahead as she locked the door. She was five steps from the front door when she turned around and walked back. Her hands trembled slightly as she unlocked the door, then she closed it and leaned against the back of the door, her eyes closed.
She took a few shallow breaths, then dropped her bag and quickly shoved her hand under her skirt. Her finger pistoned into her sopping cunt only five times before she came in a shattering explosion of intensity.
Her knees buckled slightly, and she pushed her back into the door to support herself. After a moment, she straightened up and staggered weakly to the sink. She turned the water on and reached for the soap. She looked at the hand reaching for the soap, sticky and wet with her fluids. She shut off the water and pulled a paper towel off the roll, gently blotting her fingers, then reaching under her skirt with it, she wiped off the excess drippings.
She started back to the front door, then paused, looking towards her bedroom. In an orgasm induced haze, she staggered back into the bedroom pulling her skirt off, slipping on the second skirt, the short plaid pleated one. As she quickly turned to leave, eager to get out before she changed her mind - though she wasn't sure if she was worried that she'd put back on the fourth one or switch to the first one - she felt the air rush across her shaved pussy as the skirt floated up, higher than was decent.
She made her way to the front door, bending to pick up her bag, reminded once again that bending was something she should try and avoid as much as possible today. When she seated herself in her car, she felt the seat on the bottom of her ass; that was as far down as the skirt reached.
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