Blondes Have More Fun? You Bet! (The names of the participants have been changed to protect the guilty, as per usual.Blondes Have More Fun? You Bet! (The names of the participants have been changed to protect the guilty, as per usual.) My wife Karen wears stockings all the time, and hasn't worn panties for several years. She is a corporate accountant, and wears the typical office dresses for work, with an occasional mini (knee length) to break up the monotony. She never, ever wears pants or shorts, even when we go backpacking. In fact, Karen likes to wear a wrap around mini while hiking, so she can easily remove it and hike bottomless. But that's another story... On the weekends and evenings, if she wears anything, it's mini skirts, most from mid thigh to higher, materials ranging from lace to leather. Most of her co-workers aren't aware that she's walking around bare-assed beneath it all, or that she's something of an exhibitionist and a hyper- sexual as well. Most of the guys in her office know me, (an ex-tackle for the Nebraska Cornhuskers), and are afraid to even talk to her. A pretty boring situation, really, though one interesting thing did occur. A co-worker of Karen's, an pretty blonde named Alicia, had been coming on to her for several months. Mostly just racy chit-chat, occassional touches and brushes. One afternoon, my wife was in a back storage room, on her knees digging through the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet. She was wearing a knee length black skirt, flouncy in cut, which just touched the floor as she knelt. The storeroom was dimly lit, crowded with high shelves and filing cabinets. |