I wasn’t going to degrade myself
rushing to his car as if I was a cheap F and F. He came back with an Emporium bag
and handed it to me. I didn’t look inside but went to the ladies room and
The quality was okay. It was evident he wanted to sex things up with 3 inch heels and a hem 2 inches above the knee. I put them on and put the dress and shoes I wore to work in the bag in my locker.
With my white smock back on I strode to him while crossing legs walking to provide emphasis of the high heels. The heels clicked across the cafeteria floor raising the heads of the girls at my regular table.
He stared down at my feet wearing
his shoes and smiled.
"How’d you like the dress."
I lifted my smock as if to show the dress but pinched the dress as well so it rose up with the smock. He briefly saw my panties.
I dropped the smock, bent over and
crossed my arms as if embarrassed.
"The dress looks great on you. You promised a date."
"Meet me Sunday, one o’clock, at the Stanford Mall fountain."
"Not more shopping?"
"I said I liked shopping but my
husband never takes me. Meet me at one."
I got up, took a few steps with
heels clicking on the floor to go back to work, stopped after a few strides and
turned to him. He obviously had been watching my posterior sway. I opened the
front of the smock so he could see the dress then left with him smiling at the
The girls quizzed me but I told them I was just teasing and wasn’t interested.
"He's just a joke."