I found it hard to concentrate on my work.I found it hard to concentrate on my work. A little while later, I got up to get a glass of water from the cooler. I felt like everyone could tell I wasn't wearing anything under my skirt. My face was burning. I quickly returned to my office and shut the door. At twenty minutes to three, I quickly got up and headed for the bathroom. There was no question in my mind at this point about following instructions. When I entered the Ladies' room, Linda was standing at the mirror, fixing her makeup (although it looked as perfect as ever to me.) She ignored me. "Hi, Karen," it was Melissa, washing her hands. I nearly jumped through the roof. "Oh, hi, Melissa. Sorry, you startled me, my mind is else- where. I'll talk to you later." I babbled as she walked out. There were a couple of other women in the room, but I had my orders. As Linda watched out of the corner of her eyes. I removed my jacket and shirt and laid them on the counter. As I got a couple of strange glances from other women, I reached behind me and removed my bra. The embarrassment was acute, but somehow a turn-on as well. I do not have huge breasts, but they are big enough that I usually feel more comfortable in a bra. Fortunately, no one asked what I was doing. As Linda washed her hands, still mostly ignoring me, I put my shirt and jacket back on. My bladder was starting to pressure me, and I glanced at the stalls. |