Janice Part 7 - Lady In Gym

Janice Part 7 - Lady In Gym
By s.s.c.

Still taking the train to work, but no anal probe this morning, much to my disappointment. Nobody molested my backside today, but I'm already aroused just anticipating it that I went into the ladies to do it myself when I reached office. I changed my g-string pantyliner as well, which was soaked by the time I was done. Better a wet liner than a wet string.

Finishing off another boring day at work, I grabbed my bag and headed off to the gym with a colleague. Perhaps the workout will take my mind off men and let me sleep well tonight. No chance of that happening, found my eyes lingering on the cute guys and hunks with buffed up bodies. My colleague had to grab me to go get changed into my gym gear. The other women in the ladies changing room were all in various stages of undress, some walking around nude and with ungroomed pubic hair showing. How uncivilised! One woman was particularly hairy and scary. Me, I'm always cleanly-shaved down there, with a tuft of trimmed bush in front. I'm always well-groomed.

My jaw dropped as I dug through my gym gear, looking for my sports bra and panty. I plowed through them a few more times frantically, how could I have forgotten to bring them? Shit! How am I going to do my workout without my sports bra? My colleague laughed at me and told me to just work out in my lace bra and to go home without later, but she is an A cup and cannot really understand how embarrasing a bouncing C cup can be sometimes. The lacy bra I'm wearing now is not quite enough to support my 34C boobs for a vigorous aerobics session, but it is better than nothing. That means I will have to go home braless after showering, or wear a wet and sweaty bra. Yucks! I'll think about that later. I need this workout today, no way am I going to pack up and go home just because I forgot my sports bra!

My usual gym attire was a lycra sports tee and shorts combo, figure hugging and not meant to be worn with a lacy bra under my tee. The lace designs could be seen on the tight-fitting tee and I felt a little self-conscious, knowing that they will get a lot more visible later when I'm perspiring freely. The support was not enough and my boobs bounced more than usual when the aerobics started. I could have been over-sensitive, but I think some guys were paying more attention to me than they usually would. And I'm not used to wearing lacy thongs for my workouts, they get so itchy when you perspire, and I could not scratch when in class with guys around. Glass windows let people from outside see us, and mirrors all around us give everyone a good view of ourselves, so there are no corners for me to turn to, no direction to face where I can have some privacy to scratch or adjust. Now I know how goldfish feel! Unable to hide and no privacy at all!

Halfway through the workout, my thong had become wedged uncomfortable between my butt cheeks, all because of the wide leg movements I had to do. Hope I don't get butt abrasion! The itch is killing me and I was trying to tense up my muscles there to avoid feeling it, but there is only so much I can do to numb it. The up and down bouncing of my breasts are making me unable to concentrate on my aerobics steps, and I keep doing the wrong thing. On top of that, I'm feeling the wetness between my legs from the sensations assaulting my body and the attention I was getting. If only the ground can open up and swallow me up! I decided to walk out of class, so uncharacteristic of me. I needed to go hide in a cubicle and adjust my undies. My face is much redder than due to just a vigorous workout.

I always go for class when I go to gym. The instructors push us hard, and that is what I paid money for. But maybe I should have given this kickboxing-style aerobics class a miss today. It attracted more guys than a plain aerobics class would. After I have finished adjusting my thong, I went back out and decided to stick with the stationary bike this time. Not so good, I can feel the seat of the bike wedging the lace thong between my butt cheeks. I would normally have no problems with it, even sitting down the whole day on it doesn't bother me, but I can feel my backside is more sensitive after all that abrasion. I gave it a quick tug through my shorts and yanked it out. Running on the treadmill, I don't feel the thong, but my boobs are bothering me. The lace bra is not supporting them very well. Naturally I attracted appreciate glances from the men who walked past me. I won't really mind, except that I'm a regular here and I just want to workout in peace in future. One pervert even stopped for a minute just to ogle!

She came out and asked me why I walked out halfway. She nearly collapsed with laughter when she heard about my wedgie. It took her a while before she recovered enough to join me on the treadmill. I wanted to slap her for it. I caught her glancing sideways at my bouncing breasts, as though she is also unable to take her eyes off them. I looked questioningly at her and she turned away uncomfortably. Is she envious? I feel a little bit better. When we are done running, we headed for the weights stations and did some light workouts on our upper bodies. Looking down, I can see 2 points sticking out on my tee. Damn, now my nipples are erect from all the arousal. They are especially prominent due to my bra being so wet now, and I think there is less padding than my sports bra too. She grumbled when I asked her to quickly finish up and go shower.

After showering, we came out to the lockers wrapped in our towels and changed back to our office attire and headed out for supper. While putting on my clothes, I wanted to look around to see if anybody noticed that I was putting my skirt on my bare bum, or my blouse without a bra. In the end I dared not turn around, fearing that I will see surprised stares. I felt a little uncomfortable wearing my white blouse and skirt, without any underwear at all. Our usual supper place is at the nearby 24 hour coffeeshop, a short walk away from the gym. I could definitely feel myself jiggling under my blouse, especially since I was wearing heels and they tend to push my breasts out further. She was still looking at me when we walk, I asked her if it was very obvious that I was not wearing a bra. She said that it was still ok if I walk slowly.

While having our supper, I crossed my legs carefully and took care not to flash a free view of my bare pussy. 3 guys from the next table smiled at me, and I smiled back because they were all quite cute. Then she told me that she can see my nipples. I pulled at my blouse as discreetly as possible, separating the fabric from my nipples, which were starting to erect again because I'm getting aroused from the attention I'm getting. It was a half-hearted attempt since there was little I could do, except to hunch my shoulders and eat. The hot weather is making me all sweaty again and now even I could see my nipples through my white blouse. Shit. I told her about it and asked her how visible it was. She then giggle and asked if I feel very vulnerable. Without waiting for an answer, she pinched my left nipple. I cried out and slapped her hand away. I left as quickly as I could, knowing that all of the 3 guys were enjoying the free show.

I did not have to endure the journey home with her, fortunately. We took different buses and I was alone on the freezing bus. I boarded the bus with my bag held up to my chest and found a seat where I could sit alone. I was plugged into my music and tried not to think about it. I did not have my jacket with me and my nipples were erected in the cold air and were quite long by the time I alighted. I had a distance to walk before I reach my block, and had to take a dark and narrow path along the way.

Imagine my shock when I suddenly felt a hand grab my left breast from behind! I screamed and turned around, but I could not see his face. Some guy in office attire held up his briefcase so I could not see who he is. However, I had a clear view of his erected penis! His hand moved down to his cock and stroked it. I was in a shock, but I moved towards him, as though to catch hold of him. What I would do if I do catch him, I do not know. I just did not want to let him get away after having groped my breast like that. If he's cute and we had gotten to know each other, I might have enjoyed it. But to grope me in this manner makes me feel so violated!

He ran off when he saw or heard me moving towards him. I screamed for help but there was nobody around. He got away. What a horrid night!

Janice Part 6 - Lady In Heat

A guy from the next block seems to have just moved in not too long ago. He seems the engineering type, goes to work in long sleeves shirts, looks serious and studious, but he's not bad looking and quite muscular. We smile when we wait for the bus in the morning, but that is all.

Our blocks are close together and I often find him looking out of his window around 10 at night. His singlets show off his bare arms and part of his chest. I can't help but think how nice it would be to be wrapped up in those arms. I have been without a boyfriend for a while now, and there are days when I crave for some affection and love from a man. Some days the desire is very strong.

One night, when I was about to take a shower, I saw him at his window again, looking down as usual into the carpark between our blocks. On a whim, I opened my blouse to my waist and exposed my black lacy bra before walking up to the bathroom. My kitchen window is just beside the bathroom and I know that he can see me if he looks up. Sure enough, he looked up and was startled to find me half-dressed at the window. I smiled and waved at him casually, as if letting a neighbour see me stripping for the shower is as common as smiling at him at the bus stop. He waved back hesitantly, staring at me. I pulled the blouse off my shoulders as I turned and walked back to the bathroom. I must be feeling a little off-balance tonight to be so blatant about seducing a neighbour.

His apartment is one floor higher than mine, and now that I'm further away from the window I know he can see my legs too. Dumping the blouse in the laundry basket outside the bathroom, I dropped off my skirt with my back to him and exposed my bum to him, covered (barely!) only by my black g-string. I was wearing a particularly flimsy piece today, just a string running across my hips and another down between my cheeks. They look almost bare from a distance. I bent over to pick up my skirt from the floor, my shapely rear end pointing at him. Must have been quite a feast for his eyes! My bare bums exposed to him, inviting and thrusted in his direction, my heart was beating very fast now, the thrill of being seen catching up with me and giving me a rush. I feel good! I feel naughty!

I had to resist the temptation to run my hands over my bare bums and down my legs, that would be much too blatantly seductive. I'm trying to make it look like an accident. Should I take off my bra here? Maybe next time. I turned towards the bathroom and I could see him still at the window from the corner of my eye. I tried to do it all in a casual, nonchalant manner. Did he believe me? I could feel my wetness already.

Stepping inside the bathroom, I stripped off my undies and yes, I was wet already. The warm shower was such a relief to my body, the feeling of the warm water on my skin felt wonderful after a day of work. In particular I love the water splashing on my breasts, the sensation of many fingers drumming on my sensitive spots arousing me even more. The good feelings spread when I rubbed foam all over my body, paying more attention to my breasts and nipples. I almost always end up fingering myself when in the shower these days. Dammit! I need to get another boyfriend.

My fingers moved faster and a moan escaped my lips when I recalled how I had put on the show for him just a few minutes ago. I had never stripped for a stranger before, and the thrill of how he might react is very erotic. I fantasized about what we would say when we meet at the bus stop again tomorrow. Should I invite him over after work? Then what shall we do, shower together? And then? My fingers moved more furiously, until my body trembled with an orgasm. My juices flowed like they had not for a while. It feels good to be relieved of the urge!

Stepping out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around me, I looked out of the window and saw him still there, looking at me. Had he been there all this while? Or did he come back in time to see me coming out? I smiled and waved again before turning away and walking to my bedroom. He is 1 floor higher than me and he can look into my apartment but I could see very little of his. Was he jerking off under the window? That thought sent another rush through me and I bit my lip to maintain my composure. I put on a tank top and shorts in my bedroom before coming back to deal with my laundry. No bra, but an old panty under my shorts. My nipples were still erect, but he would not be able to spot them from so far away and under my clothes.

He was still there but I pretended not to see him this time. I placed my stuff in the washing machine, started it and walked away. I went to the basin and took out my lingerie to hand-wash them. I don't mix my delicate lingerie with the rest of my clothes to prevent damaging them. I wash my lingerie once or twice a week, several day's worth of worn lingerie at a go. My boobs are wobbling under my T-shirt while I'm washing. Maybe he can see that I am washing my bras and thongs now, all the way from his window in the opposite block, can he see my breasts move? Is he surprised to see so many thongs?

While scrubbing my bras, I thought of when we sometimes wait for the bus at the same bus stop in the morning. He looks so decent, does he look for my panty line after I turn around? Did he notice that I'm always in thongs and g-strings? Is that why he always smile at me and only at me? Is he actually a pervert who enjoys looking at me while I wash my sexy lingerie? I don't want to turn and look at him at this time, I want him to think that I did not notice him looking at all. The thought of him wanking off, staring at me, wishing that I will turn and notice him while I'm oblivious of his presence, the very thought of it turns me on! Getting me wet again! I like messing with his mind, let him wonder whether I did it on purpose or if I was just careless.

He was no longer around when the washing was done, and I was a little disappointed when I hung up the laundry without anyone to see me. Would he come out to look at my lingerie hanging from the lines later? He would see a lot of thongs! My colleague told me of how she got emails of photos taken of lingerie hanging from bamboo poles in HDB blocks. Some guys go around snapping with their cameras when they see sexy lingerie hung out to dry. How would I feel if I were to see my sexy undies posted on the Internet one day? I think I like the attention, as long as my face is not in the photos!

I'm still away from my main office, so I'm taking the train to work. I had not been to the usual bus stop for weeks now, he had no chance to see my thong line this morning. I'm wearing a very low-cut g-string this morning, the front is lacy and transparent, sky-blue with little yellow and green flowers, barely covering my pubes. The back is a T-back resting just above the crack of my butt, so it is almost invisible under my skirt.

The usual morning rush hour, the train is packed as usual. I was squeezed further into the train by passengers at the next stop and bumped into someone behind me. I just turned my head slightly and looked back to see how much space I had. A checkered shirt behind me, seems to be a guy. I tried taking a small step forward so that my bum is not touching the guy behind me but then a man came and stood just in front of me. I am tall for a girl, and he is rather short. I found that my boobs are just at his eye level! He seems more embarrased than me and turned around so he need not look at them. He would not be able to see much today, I'm wearing a padded bra, my nipples are well hidden even if they are fully erect.

The train swayed as it started to move off. Someone beside me lost balance and knocked into me. Then I felt something poking into my backside momentarily, a bag or a hand? Cannot really tell. At the next stop, still more people tried to squeeze in and the short fellow in front of me crowded me in further as I did not want his head to knock into my boobs. Perhaps he did not notice that. I was jammed into the person behind me, with something resting on my bum. With people all around us packing us in, I guess he did not have room to spare either. Now my bum was bare under my skirt, I think I like the feeling.

The train moved and I tensed my muscles a little to take the jerks, but that made my bum push into him a bit more. The pressure behind me soon grew, and I recognised the shape of the thing behind me to be his hand, probably the back of his hand. It moved away when the train moved more steadily. A minute or so later, the train started jerking again when it decelerated. This time I felt something on my bum again, and it is not his hand! Something more stiff and poking a little into my butt cheek! I did not pull away, it had been some time since I had a stiff dick pressing on me! It pressed in some more as the train came to a stop, and I could feel his heat. I'm getting hot too! He squeezed his way out once the door opened, his hand brushed my ass as he walked out. All I could see of him was a checkered short-sleeve shirt. Now I'm horny again!

During lunch, I rushed to a nearby shopping centre with a colleague who was a fellow lingerie fan. There was a lunchtime lingerie sale there and we were soon lost in paradise, picking up sweet and sexy pieces, some at half-price. Suddenly, I looked up and saw the neighbour just a few metres away from me, with his colleagues or friends. He looked surprised to see me there with a sexy pink bra in my hand. I waved the bra and winked at him before his lunch buddies pulled him down towards the food court. So now he finally had a close up of me with my lingerie. I'll definitely take the bra!

Janice Part 5 - Lady in distress

I really hate it when Boss says that I have to do it because I'm an executive. I hate the fact that executives can be loaded with all sorts of thankless tasks that bosses themselves do not want to do.

For various reasons, I have been arrowed to train a team from one of our customers. My sore throat, flu and cough had been killing me since yesterday and it is still not any better. I have to go through with it despite being unwell since it is not possible to find anyone to replace me. At least my boss was kind enough to buy me a few boxes of Ricola, not terribly effective at curing sore throats, but at least he noticed that I liked them. Hey, I did not expect that nerdy and grouchy guy to notice. I munched on the Ricolas the whole morning while going through my training material one last time. I absolutely hate giving training when I'm sick, for I'm not looking my best when I'm feeling half-dead and everyone will have their attention on me.

Okay, managed to finish up before lunch, but dozed off at my desk during lunch, no appetite after taking all that medicine. Someone woke me up half an hour before the training was due to start. I was still feeling weak while I freshened up at the ladies. Repairs on the ladies have finally finished. I would have refused to go to work if I had to snivel and blow my nose in the gents.

This was a short training so I just tried to go through with it and get it over and done with. I dressed in a red turtle-neck and black pants today, with a pair of thongs tied at the hips like bikini bottoms underneath. I must have chosen that to boost the fun factor and make myself feel better. It came with a matching bikini top, tied at the back of my neck and behind my back. I chose the turtle-neck to hide the straps of my halter bra.

Standing in front of the class, I already feel my legs going weak right from the start of the lesson. Even with my jacket wrapped around me, I still feel the cold air-con too keenly. Must be really weak. Should not have worn a thong today, feeling even more cold behind, and my anus feels more sensitive than usual today. My throat is really killing me, and I kept popping the Ricola into my mouth to soothe it while I lectured. Before I know it, I was throwing away yet another empty box and opening a new one.

All of a sudden, I feel a pressure in my tummy building up and knew that I had to end the lesson quickly. The air-con must be too cold today! I need the ladies! I will have to settle my big business in this horrid place after all! As I finished up the first half of the lesson, I could feel the urge growing stronger and my legs growing weaker, I feel as though I could barely hold it in! If I let out a loud fart in the room while teaching I will just drop dead and die of embarrassment! Finally finished, I declared a 15-minute break and dashed to the ladies as fast as I could manage. I had to run half-hunched over as my tummy hurts too much. Not a pretty sight.

I made it and closed myself in the first cubicle. I undid my pants and tugged at my thong frantically to pull it down. No luck, it was tied at the hips and I pulled the wrong end of the string. One side became a dead knot and refused to budge. My anus is killing me! I managed to loosen the other end but it was too late - I could hold it in no longer and quickly plonked myself down on the toilet seat while pulling the rest of the thong off. For the first time since I moved here, I am actually sitting down on the seat without first wiping the cover with toilet paper.

With a loud blowing sound, I felt my first blast of diarrhoea material force its exit. Then another, then another. With my thong dangling from my leg into the toilet bowl, getting every blast. I groaned at my misfortune. Then I worried about whether the watery substance will get absorbed by the material of my thong and move up to my leg. That is even more disgusting! At the first pause, I stood up, weakly, and was going to move it out of the toilet bowl when I saw that I still had my pants on. No way am I going to drop the thong on my pants! I had to take them off first. Not easy to pull my tight pants off my legs while sitting down. Then I stood up again gingerly and pulled the thong out, careful to avoid contact with my leg, and drop it on the floor. One side remained tied and I could not really separate it from my leg. Gross. I tried to avoid looking at the stained undies as far as possible. My stomach churned at the sight of it and I knew I was not far away from another blast. I dropped the thong back inside the bowl, I do not even want to try and get it clean. And I really liked this one, I like the strings at the hips. What a waste.

It was not long before I was almost done. Must be the Ricola. There was the warning about the laxative effect, but I would not believe it. Too much of Ricola can cause diarrhoea, but I have never taken so much before. I don't know whether to curse the Boss for buying them for me. I think I can manage to hold the rest back enough for me to finish the training, and started to clean myself up.

I reached for the toilet paper and my heart froze for a moment - the toilet roll is empty! We are out of paper! The ultimate nightmare, to be stuck in a toilet with diarrhoea and be out of paper! What would I clean myself with? How am I going to get out of here? The shock sent my tummy into spasm again and I moaned as I shot out another could of loads. Look on the bright side, I told myself - if I had to use the unisex toilet while in this state I think I will just kill myself instead. To moan and groan while sharing the gents with the guys will really kill me. I think I will die of embarrassment.

No handphone, left it in class while I ran here. Cannot even summon help. After a while, one of my colleagues came to get me. I had taken too long and my trainees were waiting for me. I feel so helpless and begged her to help me get a roll of toilet paper. Finally able to wipe myself clean and get out of here. No undies to wear now, but I can live with that, I go commando occasionally. Just be more careful. The thong was a waste, though.

My legs were still wobbly when I staggered back to class and I apologised for my absence, and finished up as well as I could. I don't think anyone suspected what happened. I hope not, it would have been terrible if any of the trainees had found me stuck in the ladies without paper. Not once did I touch the Ricola again. Nothing about this incident was mentioned to the trainees, the Boss, or my colleagues. I do not want to talk about this embarrassing incident.

My mind is not working very fast today, I feel groggy from the medicine and I'm feeling weak. It was a miracle I made it to through work at all today. I went down to the mama shop in the train station to buy my favourite lozenges to survive the night. Since I'm already there, might as well take the train home, it is only a few stops anyway. Maybe that was also another bad idea. I almost fell on someone when the train came to a sudden stop. I barely had to strength to hold on to the pole and my full breasts landed heavily on his shoulder. He turned to look at me, stunned to feel my firm breasts pressing against him. I apologized and tried to face away. Some of the passengers saw my awkward landing and turned to look at me. I tried to find a place to hide, and ended up alighting at the next station to get away from it all. What a horrid day!

Renovation work was going on at this station and I leaned against a board while waiting for the next train. This station is still in the busy office district and was soon crowded since this is the evening rush hour. I had to shift to one side when more passengers came along, and since I was so tired, just dragged my butt to the side, sliding across the board. Then I felt something catch on to my pants. There must be a loose nail in the board! I think it tore a small hole in my pants and I was caught totally off my guard. I just reacted and pulled away from the nail, causing a loud tearing sound. Shit! I just tore my pants!

With so many people around, I could not possibly look at my ass, so I just faced away from the most crowded area, turned my face away from them and tried to look as inconspicuous as possible while my hand tried to feel out the extent of the damage. Pretty bad, a lot of my butt was exposed. My pants are tight and stretchy, so that means the torn area pulls away and tries to expose more of my cheeks. All that I can do is to hold onto the cloth that is dangling from the torn area so that it does not flap and attract attention, and to hold it up to cover myself as much as possible, and use my purse to try and cover the rest.

The next train came, and I made sure I was among the last few to squeeze in. I faced in, which was unusual since people usually turn around and face the windows. No way am I going to turn around and let someone discover the huge tear on my pants! But that means my high and prominent breasts are facing the 2 guys in front of me. One for each of them? They are looking quite intently on them! I tried to ignore them, I have a bigger problem on my hands. I tried not to fall on them while the train jerked momentarily. One of them opened his eyes wide when it looked as though my breast was going to land on him.

I finally made it to my stop and shuffled my way out of the station, uneventfully this time. My purse was glued to my butt to keep the cloth in place. I took a taxi to save on the 5 minute walk home, to avoid the crowd.

This is the worst day of my life. I think I will call in sick tomorrow!

Janice Part 4 - Lady in unisex toilet

This office block sucks big time. I have been here for 2 weeks, and like it less than before I arrived. Instead of getting used to it, I keep finding new things to despise about it. But when I do not even have a decent toilet to go to, it is really too much.

I'm with my half of the department at this contingency office. It is an old, poorly-designed office block that my company rented probably because it is the cheapest they could find. We are on the top floor, the lift is slow and stops on every floor. It takes forever to get to office, and an eternity to get to the ground floor after work. Each floor has only a few offices, and they are all full of old men. My 2 female colleagues and I must be the prettiest things the tenants of this block had seen inside here for quite a while, judging from the way we are ogled at everyday. Thus lunch time is something we look forward to more than usual, for at least during lunch we can get to see some gorgeous guys, for a change.

The toilets are not very clean, but that is to be expected for such an old place. At least the toilet seats are not that dirty and I can still bring myself to sit on them when I pee. But I no longer do my big business at work. It is too disgusting. I used to do it in the toilet of my old office to save time so that I need not rush in the morning, but now I either force myself to get it out in the morning before going to work or wait until I get home in the evening. Just as well, since toilet paper is not always available. Pampered by the old office, I sometimes forget to bring tissue and I have to wipe off and flick with my finger. How uncivilised.

Starting this week, the toilets on our level are under renovation and we had to use the next level's. Since we are on the top floor, we had to go down to the next level to use the toilet. The toilets below that are locked up and only the tenants of that floor held the keys to the ladies. The others below that were all within the premises of the tenants and so were out of bounds to us. Thus the storey just below us was the only one with a toilet that could be shared.

That is still not so bad, and we had been doing that for 2 days until the water pipe in the ladies burst yesterday. We could not use that, of course, and had to find another loo. The building management could not be bothered to help us out, except to suggest that we share the gents. Us girls in the gents?! But what choice did we have? They put up a notice on the door of the gents to inform users that the gents will be a unisex toilet until the water pipe could be fixed, and advised us to put up with each other for a couple of days.

I always go to the ladies with my female colleagues, so at least we always had someone for company when we made the embarrasing trip to the gents. The first time we went down, we felt very awkward, and did not really know whether it was safe to go in. After waiting outside for a few minutes and not seeing anyone coming out, we entered cautiously. We were so relived to find the gents empty! There were 3 cubicles, just enough for the 3 of us. I dared not sit on the toilet seat this time, it looked older and dirtier than the seats in the ladies. After pulling down my pants I half-bent and half-squatted over it, placing my bottom over the toilet bowl and pissed into it from mid-air. It was such a gross and unladylike manner to piss. I did not know whether it would be worse if I had actually climbed onto the toilet bowl and squatted on it to pee. Yucks! How could the toilet be so dirty! Fortunately, there was toilet paper and I could wipe myself.

I was the first to finish and step out of the cubicle. I was quite taken aback to find a man standing at the urinal peeing, not knowing that I was behind. For a moment I did not know what to do, whether to make some noise to let him know I am there or to wait quietly until he has finished and left before I went to wash my hand. The choice was taken out of my hands when my colleague open the door rather loudly and the man turned his head to see what had happened. He was visibly shocked to see 2 women standing at the cubicles looking at him pee. His eyes opened wide and he turned his head further to get a good look at us. In doing this his body turned towards us and exposed his penis to us, still peeing. My colleague gasped and he realised what he was showing. Turning back to face the wall, he tried to finish up quickly. I apologized for alarming him and told him about the notice posted on the door, declaring this a unisex toilet until the water pipe in the ladies could be fixed. He finished by now and mumbled that it was ok with him. My other colleague finally finished and came out of her cubicle too. We washed up and left in a hurry.

Back in the office we discussed the absurdity of sharing the toilet with guys and the penis we saw. I have seen a few penises and was not overly alarmed by the sight of one, but I have never caught a man peeing before and felt very bad that I was intruding on his privacy. The penises I had seen all belonged to willing men, who showed me freely and had a good time in return. This guy seemed more shaken than us that we have seen his penis. Thus we worked out a strategy that we would take turns to use the cubicles and would always keep one of us outside the cubicles to warn the men who come in that there are women in the toilet.

The next time we went, I stood outside the cubicles while they pissed, rather loudly too, come to think of it. One guy came in shortly after us and did not seem to mind sharing the gents with us when I explained our situation to him. In fact he had a smirk on his face that told us the gents still belonged to him even though we have now invaded it. I was embarrassed when one of the girls started peeing very loudly halfway through my explanation. He went to the remaining cubicle and closed the door. He was very fast and came out very quickly. Just then one of the girls tore open the packaging of her sanitary napkin and he turned his head towards the sound. Turning back, he looked at me with an amused look, knowing what that sound was. I was not used to being so open about private toilet things, and I felt my face red and burning.

The next day, one of the girls took medical leave and only the girl having her period was with me at work. We went to the loo together of course, until she had to run an errand and I was left alone with the boss. I'm not going to the loo with him! I would rather go alone and take my chances. Seeing nobody around the toilet, I stepped in and knocked on the open door. I called out to warn anyone inside that I'm coming in to share the toilet. No response. I walk in and found it empty. Now I quickly went into a cubicle and pulled down my pants. I decided against wearing a skirt today as I was prepared to have to stand and pee for another day. With my pants down, I again bent over the toilet bowl and peed with my ass held just above it, shooting my piss into the bowl.

I suddenly saw shadows moving on the floor and looked up towards the light, just in time to see a head disappearing over the cubicle partition! A Peeing-Tom! Someone was at the next cubicle looking at me pee! Shouting for help, I finished off my pee and opened the cubicle door and popped my head out to see who it was, perhaps I could catch him later. Too late, that person dashed out of the cubicle and was already gone by the time I opened the door, I could not see anyone. By the time I pulled up my pants and ran out of the gents, he was long gone, and there was nobody to help me. To make matters worse, I had dripped the last drops onto my light-coloured pants and left wet spots on it.

The workers repairing the water piped in the ladies next door came over, but told me they did not see anyone, that person was too fast. It is absurb for a girl to scream of peeping toms when she is in the gents, but what else could I do? I did not use the gents out of choice! I complained to the security guard at the lobby but there was nothing he could do also, since there was no security camera to see who entered or left the toilets. It could have been the toilet-repair workers, or some office guy from another company on that floor, it could have been anyone! And there was nothing I could do to take revenge.

For the next few days, whenever I see any guy from the same block, I would wonder if he was the one, if the peeping tom saw my face, if he could recognize who I was and was sniggering at me behind my back, having seen how I piss, seen my bare ass and I did not even know who he was! The repairs were soon finished and I went back to uisng the ladies, and hoped that I would not be forced to use the gents ever again.

Janice Part 3 - Lady on the move

I have been working out of my new office for a week now. The departments had been split so that if one person gets infected, only half the department gets wiped out. But I have the misfortune of being posted to the same place as my manager. Oh! Why didn't they send me to the other team that does not have my manager?

They hastily got together some desks and made a space for my half of the department at another office halfway across the island. In my old office, desks had a panel between the table legs so that if you are wearing a skirt and sitting at your desk, the panel blocks other people from seeing up your skirt. In the new office, the desks face each other and there is no panel. No protection for ladies in miniskirts. Worse, my manager is sitting opposite me and will be able to see my panties if I am not careful. Which is why I had been wearing pants these few days, but I have decided to wear a skirt today, for a change. I'm running out of pants anyway.

More than that, now I have to take the train to my new office, and I don't like the morning rush hour. The train tends to be more crowded than the bus, and I had my bum rubbed twice already. With my long legs and heels, I don't really like to sit down in the train. When I sit down facing the other side my knees end up pointing into the air and I have to be careful to keep them together with my handbag wedged into the space between my legs and the hem of my skirt, or someone will be having a good view up my miniskirt. Since most of my skirts are pretty short, I have to be extra careful until I move back to my old office again.

I wear thongs most of the time these days. I like the sexy feeling, and my bum is more sensitive. Some days, I like to wear panties to get a visible panty lines effect. On my firm bum, I know they are quite a head-turner when my pants are tight. I'm wearing a white miniskirt, my panty is white with red polka-dots, so it should be even more visible. I must be pretty horny this morning when I chose my clothes! I have a red lacy bra under my dark blue blouse, which I know can be visible between the buttons. I find it kind of boring to be wearing a white bra, or a black bra to match the dark blue blouse. Red catches the attention better. Ok, so my bra and panties don't really match today, but I'm willing to make exceptions to get a good overall effect in my working clothes.

This morning I noticed a man standing near me when I got a seat near the door. The man was at the door, and since my seat was at the end of the row, he could look down my cleavage. I must really be naughty today, and I enjoyed seeing the bulge growing in his pants. I wonder if anyone noticed the red dots under my white skirt when I rode the escalator up today. I am sure someone will see spots during lunch when the light is better!

When I got to office, the manager was away from his desk and I got to my seat safely, crossed my legs and started working before he came back. I heard his voice before he appeared. He yelled from the other room and told me to prepare my stuff as the client wants to meet me before lunch today. Another last-minute arrow! I looked up at him with a black face as he strode back to his desk, nose buried in a file. He did not see me until he was about to sit down, whereupon he looked up and noticed my miniskirt. He paused for a moment, obviously realising what a view he might get today if I did not have to go to the client's office today, regretting not having pushed it to another day. I really did not want to go on this trip if I could help it since the client's office is in an industrial park, definitely not the most accessible of places. I considered uncrossing my legs for a second to tempt him to cancel the meeting, but decided not to. I liked this manager even less than I liked the trip, and giving him a free show is the last thing I want to do!

Before lunch! I had to scramble to get my documents ready before I could make the trip. Uncrossing my legs carefully, I went to get the customer's file from the top shelf. I had to stand on a chair to reach it, imagine my shock when I turned around after getting the file to find him standing right behind me! He offered to send me there since the place is quite out of the way. That's what he says. I think it is more likely he was trying to look up my miniskirt while I was reaching for the file! He must have seen my red dots and my very visible panty lines. He's pretty short, and my bum would be almost at his eye level. Perhaps that was why he made the offer.

I still remember the time when he chose not to drive and instead to sit in a colleague's car when some of us went out for lunch. I was wearing a miniskirt that day too, and I sat behind while he sat in front beside the driver. He took his time opening the door and getting in, his eyes looking at my legs when I climbed into the car. I was still naive then and did not realise that he was waiting for my legs to part and bend as I got in. He must have had a very good view of my panty that day! Since there are only the two of us today, he cannot pull off the same trick, but I just don't want to be alone with him, so I told him I can manage on my own. I would rather take a taxi than sit in his car!

Actually I don't really mind when guys look at me or stare at my legs or if they happen to catch a glimpse up my skirt, I just don't like this manager. I don't like his haughty air, his sense of superiority and refusal to join in the fun with the rest of the colleagues. If he had been a nicer person I would be less cautious and not mind letting him see. Just can't stand him.

Arriving at the client's office, I waited at the receptionist while the client came to bring me in. I sat down on the sofa and found that my rear end sank in too deeply. The sofa was too big and soft. I crossed my legs and waited. I uncrossed and tried to pull myself out when the client showed up. Oh dear, I think he saw something while I floundered in the sofa. I hope he did not notice the dots from that angle. The meeting was uneventful and I left before lunch time.

It was a long walk from deep in the industrial estate to the main road to get a taxi. With the hot sun, I released another button on my blouse and pulled at the opening to let in some wind. Right at that moment I saw something flash in front of my eyes and felt something soft and wet hit my cleavage. Bird shit! I hate dirty things like that! Hardly believing my misfortune, I opened up my blouse to see where it landed. On my left breast at inner side, and it is sliding slowly down my cleavage. I cursed and whipped out tissue paper to clean it off before it reached my bra, knowing that it will be a lot more difficult to wipe it off cloth without rinsing. Of all the bad things that can happen to me, bird shit! And it could have struck my shoulder or bag or somewhere less private, but it had to land on my breast! Shit!

I was so engrossed with wiping it off that I did not notice a man walking up to me until he was quite near. He must be wondering why on earth am I putting my hand into my blouse when I am standing at the road side. It looked terrible, but I could not wait until I got to a more secluded place. I was still fuming when I got a cab, and when I alighted at my office building. Another man was there waiting for me to alight from the taxi so he could get in. In my frustration, I was very careless in the way I climbed out, and now I think he must have seen quite a lot.

I hurried to the toilet and used a wet tissue to wipe my breast again. I had to do this carefully to avoid wetting my blouse. Fortunately, nobody came into the ladies while I was doing that, or I would look really wierd. After that, I went to buy disinfectant and cleaned myself again carefully. Bird droppings are very dirty and I want to make sure I cleaned it all off. I felt less miserable after the disinfectant, but I remained upset the whole day, and made very sure that my manager did not have any chance to see my panty the whole day.

I'm usually quite a tease and knowing that a man wants to see but cannot see gives me the thrills, but not today. I want nothing more than to knock off and go home for a shower. It was not until I washed myself very thoroughly twice before I could relax. Maybe I should go and buy the lottery today!