March 15, 2008
New Creampie Story, Part 7
The next two hours were revelations as several guys came in to my office on one pretext or another. I had no misunderstanding about what they were doing… they were being men, and were reacting like men. They were like moths to a flame. All the women in the office came in to tell me how much better I looked. One woman, who was my former equal in mousiness, actually asked to touch my neckline. The feeling of her hand there was electric, and I couldn’t wait for my boyfriend to kiss me there. Or could I?
My first boss had a funny saying: “I came in late so I’m leaving early to make up for it.” It was hard to work with all the traffic coming in and out, so I decided to leave early. I didn’t even take my briefcase. In my new sexy state, I didn’t much feel like working.
On the way home, I decided to stop in at the Barnes & Noble to get a book that had been positively reviewed in Redbook this month. It was called Practical Flirting, and dealt with how to both build flirting skills and use them to advantage. As I was browsing, an acned boy of maybe 17 worked his way from across the store to ask if I need help. I thanked the clerk and declined his offer of help. I noticed that he hovered in view, and decided to test my new outfit. I knelt on one knee to reach the bottom shelf, knowing my short skirt would ride up onto my thigh. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him staring in that cute way horny young guys have. I slowly stroked my thigh, as if it were an idle movement, watching his eyes popping. What fun!
I found the book, and kept looking a bit longer. I pulled out How Bad Girls Get What They Want; Using Your Naughty Nature, thinking it would be useful as well. Then I went to the checkout line, wanting to get home before traffic got impossible. The boy clerk not-so-subtly followed me to the cash register, where I was fourth in line. When I got to be second, he suddenly remembered how to log on and opened the register, announcing “I can help the next in line.”
Renewed gallery in our creampie blog for today:
As he rang me up, he commented, “If you need some help flirting, you just let me know.” I felt very flattered.
“I’ll remember that,” I promised, taking my bag and strutting out.
When I got home, I again stared in the mirror. I could get narcissistic, I warned myself. I gave myself a fashion show with my new clothes, and pulled out some old outfits, thinking of how I could use them. I felt totally feminine… what a difference.
An hour later, the phone rang. It was Steve.
“I tried you at your office, and they said you had left,” he said. “Everything OK?”
“To be honest, I have a bit of a headache,” I lied.
“Oh… I was going to see if you wanted to grab a bite to eat and hook up.” ‘Hook up’ was his term for ‘have sex’.
Eight part of story ready in a few days
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