I flushed, swallowed the lump in my throat, and managed a truncated, 'Uh-huh.' I was scooching forward as stealthily as I could, trying to pull my shirt down, gather myself, though it was almost pointless my stockings-clad legs and shiny black pumps were pretty exposed.Ī**** got to her desk without paying me too much attention. She started walking over towards her desk, and she said, 'Hey! I got stuck in a meeting. I thought, Oh, no! She has the cubicle right beside mine! To my great shock and surprise, A****, my very hot cubicle neighbor walked around the corner.

I pulled on the black button-up shirt, scooched forward a little under my desk, and continued typing. This happens sometimes, so I didn't panic. I was online chatting when I heard the elevator doors open.

In order to see the 'bottom half' of my cubicle, a person would have to actually walk into my row, which never really happened before. I have a black button-up shirt, that I can throw on if I hear someone walking by. One evening about a month ago, everyone had left (or so I thought), so I slipped into my favorite outfit, a silky black babydoll nighty, matching panties, black stockings with a seam down the back, and shiny black pumps. Though, I'm starting to get the feeling from little comments a few coworkers have made that my little secret might not be so secret.) Occasionally, I stay really late or come in on a weekend and get fully dressed in my full-on, sexy secretary best.

Many evenings, after the people around me have left the office, I'll slip into some lingerie and stockings, maybe some pantyhose, then go online to chat on cam.

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