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!

Janice Part 2 - Lady in the rain

I waited for my colleague after I have alighted from the bus. To give myself something to do without needing to turn around to face the bus, I put on my jacket so that I no longer have to hold it in my hands when we walk to the office. I'm still a little bit embarrassed about sitting on the man's nose and did not want to let him see my face.

My colleague tapped me on the shoulder and we walked to the office together. I thanked her for telling me to cover up, she eyed my low-cut top and raised an eyebrow, telling me to be careful. I laughed it off, both of us knowing that I often dress sexily. Working in the busy banking district, I do not want to look too dull and boring, what with all the pretty girls in the banking sector.

The air was still as warm and humid as before I had boarded the bus so I am glad I did not have to walk far before reaching the air-conditioned comfort of the office lobby. I'm wearing a pair of pin-striped, tight-fitting pair of pants that show my bum very nicely. The vertical lines follow my curves and show contour lines. I had learnt about contour lines in my secondary school Geography lessons and found them fascinating; no doubt guys who had been through the army can appreciate contour lines more. The lines are further apart where my bum is rounder and closer together at my legs, so my shape can also be seen. During the day, I realised that the guys in office ogled at my rear more than usual. Admiring my contour lines? The thought of that delights me.

Lunch time! I went for lunch with the usual group as usual. Squeezing into the lift, I brushed my bum against someone, I don't know who it is and did not notice much at that time since such accidents are frequent. Nobody pay much attention to them. When more people entered the lift at the next storey, we moved further in. One of my male colleagues stepped in and stood behind me. The door opened at ground floor and as we shuffled out, his hand knocked into my butt and I tried to twist to one side to avoid his hand. I pretended that I did not notice of course, it would not be nice to complain about such a small thing, but I could not help but notice that such "accidents" happen more often when I wear tight pants. Is it that I'm more sensitive when I'm wearing a g-string and pants? The material on my bum is less thick. Or is it just my imagination? I don't know, I had felt it with more than one colleague.

Where to go for lunch today? We decided to take the bus 2 stops down to one of our favourite eating spots. I was hungry after a busy morning and soon forgot how my clothes were following all my curves until I did not notice people ogling at me until I had finished eating. No matter, with good food in my tummy I feel more able to handle such things. The tropical weather changes very quickly, dark clouds were gathering while we were queuing up. We took quite some time since the queues were long and we hurridly made our way back to the bus stop after eating. Unless we hurry, we will need an umbrella soon! I had not brought my jacket out for lunch since it was such a hot day, and I did not want to get wet today when I'm wearing white and the material is so thin. Without my jacket I know that I will be giving quite a free show.

We made it to the bus stop before the downpour started, but not before our bus came. Oh stupid tropical weather! So hot one moment, flash flood the next! And I could not really afford to wait out the storm because I had to attend a meeting after lunch and needed to prepare for it. After alighting from the bus I had to run across 2 roads to reach my office and the rain got heavier as I ran. I dared not run too fast for fear of slipping and falling on the wet and slippery ground, and narrowly missed the spray that a speeding taxi threw up when it struck a puddle of water at the road side. Nevertheless, I was quite soaked by the time I reached my office block, and so were all my colleagues.

The security guard who was sitting behind his desk stared at us, all wet from head to toe, and I could feel his gaze stopping at me. No mirror in the lobby, so I could not see, but I know I must be quite a sight : wet t-shirt, thin bra, perky boobs, breathing hard. He could probably see the shapes of my breasts as they go up and down. I turned away but that would be to face my male colleagues, so I crossed my arms and turned the other way, but with my arms folded across my chest, they are just under my boobs and pulled at the fabric of my top, making my nipples even more prominent. Yes, my nipples are starting to erect now in the cold lobby air-con and getting sensitive. My wet top is sticking to me like a second skin, and I could feel the cold wind all over my body. I put my hands down and tried to hide myself behind my only female colleague in the lobby. That will teach me to always eat with the guys! About time I spent more time with the ladies! I'm tall for a girl and my colleague could not hide me totally.

The lift had mirrors and I found myself looking at my reflection to see how visible my nipples are. Wonder if anybody else noticed me looking at myself! My colleagues pretended not to notice how wet and revealing my clothes got. At least they were good enough to do that! Some of us went to the toilets to try and dry ourselves as best as we could before returning to the office. I was surprised to find water gathered in my bandeau bra! Some water flowed down when I lifted the bottom part, the water having been trapped between my boobs and are not as cold as what I squeeze out from my top. I did not squeeze too hard for fear of stretching and spoiling the material, and anyway it was the quick-drying type. I was more worried about my bra trapping water and drying slowly. I have sensitive skin and the wet material plastered to my boobs will leave rashes eventually. The last thing I want is to have rashes on my beautiful and precious breasts!

The hot-air from the hand-dryer helped a bit, but I could dry only the side by letting the hot air blow the side of my boobs. I tried to let it blow down my cleavage to reach the bottom of my bra but the air is too hot! I almost scalded the sensitive skin on my boobs! How on earth am I going to dry the bottom part? I do not have all day! Well my pants are thin and dry fast, and my g-string holds even less water. I did not wear my g-string pantyliner today since it was a very hot day, so I did not have to dispose of it. I wore slippers today and it can handle some water. My body heat will dry up my clothing very quickly, except for my bra, so my problem is reduced to getting the bra dry. Oh well, take it out, I suppose. I stepped into a cubicle to remove my top and bra and put my top back on again. This is bad. How did the short run in the rain soak up so much water in my bra? Could have been the low-cut top, I suppose. The opening scooped up more water and channeled it all to my bra.

I stepped out of the cubicle and looked at myself in the mirror. If anything, I looked worse because now my erected nipples were more visible than ever. The dark area around my nipples could be seen clearly as well under the damp top, and when I shook my body they wobbled. What a sight for my colleagues! I would be safe once I reach my desk and put on my jacket, but I have to be careful not to let anyone see me on the way back. I can try to dry the bra first and maybe I can put it back on after that. No luck, the hand-dryer is just beside the door and I could be seen by anyone passing by the toilet since this door is always kept open to help keep the floor dry. Now, I am very sure I do not want to let my male colleagues see me drying my bra here!

The best that I could do was to wring it dry as much as possible, and then to tuck in under my arm, cross my arms and sneak back to my desk. I made sure I know how to cross my arm so as to hide my nipples. Instead of folding them across my chest, I bent them into a V shape with the elbows pointing down and held onto my upper arms with my hands as though I am very cold. In this pose I could hide my nipples behind my upper arms.

There are 3 routes back to my desk and I made sure to take the route that usually have the least people, but it passes by the manager's office. Well, the safest route is also the most dangerous, it is because it passes his office that everyone avoids it and thus it is the safest. Nobody in his office! Maybe he is still stuck outside in the rain! Just as I thought I am out of danger, he came from around the corner and I almost knocked into him! In my surprise I threw up my hand and dropped my bra, but managed to catch it before hitting the floor and I quickly stepped around him and continued to my desk sheepishly, not daring to look at him. Did he notice my nipples? Maybe he was looking at how my hair was dripping water and did not see my nipples. Fat hope! I'm sure he saw. I cursed silently under my breath. Oh well, stuff my wet bra into my handbag and start preparing for the meeting. Too late to do anything now, hope he does not call me into his office to tick me off for my attire. I put on my jacket and continued working. Hot water helped warm me up from within.

I made it through the meeting and the rest of the day, my clothes dried by the time I knocked off. Boss did not say anything, perhaps he really did not notice my nipples? It would be really embarrassing if he had to tell me to cover up. I had an appointment in the evening and went home to get changed. I did not put on my bra again since it was still wet, so this time I kept my jacket on until I got home. What a day!

Janice Part 1 - Lady on the bus

It was a hot morning, the sort that makes me perspire even after I have just taken a shower. I am so glad to be in my g-string today.

Walking to the bus stop from my HDB flat, I can feel my C cup boobs moving in my soft bra but I'm late for work this morning and so I walked a bit faster. My boobs are swaying more prominently now, and I know that the guy walking towards me was ogling at them, but I ignored him. You learn to tune out such nuisances when you have big soft breasts like mine, or the irritation will wear you out.

The bus stop is in sight now. Just as well, I'm starting to feel the dampness on my back despite the thin, stretchy material of my spagetti top. The low cut at the cleavage helps me release some heat too, but the weather is really hot! I could see my bus turning around the corner and I had to run the last few steps to flag it down. My high heels clicked loudly on the pavement and attracted the attention of a few waiting passengers. Bad move. Now a few guys are looking at my bouncing boobs while I made a mad dash to the bus stop. In my low-cut top, they could probably see the flesh on my boobs moving. Shit. My jacket was still hanging from the crook of my arm and I could not cover my chest.

I made it to the bus, at sat down on a seat just after the rear door, sharing with another passenger. The air-con helped me cool down, and before long I was able to touch up on my makeup. When I was just about done, I received a SMS on my mobile phone. What? My colleague telling me that there is a guy standing behind me staring down my blouse? Is she on the bus? I turned my head, intending to look for my colleague and saw this huge guy standing just behind my shoulder looking down at me. I raised my head to look at his face and our eyes locked. He looked away guiltily and I pulled my jacked onto my chest to cover that exposed cleavage. He was standing next to the seat just behind mine, his legs just behind my shoulders and he was at a good angle to get a downblouse view of me. Another irritating pervert! I will have to be more careful, that's all.

I chose a top with a plunging neckline to help me cool off. I would usually be wearing my jacket already when i board the bus to ward off the cold air and to protect from such free-riders, but today's weather was unusually hot and i was still exposed. I adjusted my jacket to make sure it covers my cleavage properly so that nobody can see the bare skin of my orbs.

Fortunately i was wearing a good bra today and did not embarrass myself. I was wearing a bandeau bra, so at least he could not see the ribbon between my cups. Sometimes when i had to stand near another lady, i fnd that i can see her exposed cleavage and i would take a second look if she was as well-endowed as I am. Well, I can hardly be blamed for wanting to look, since not many asians have such big and round breasts as i do, and i think that perky, firm breasts, such as my own, are beautiful. Not the flabby breasts of fat women, which are big and filled out only because of the layer of fats. Mine are mde of breast tissue, shapely and firm, able to hold their own weight when the bra is removed, unlike the shapeless mounds of fats of some women. So I do not really blame the guys who try to look, really, but i just don't want to be caught offguard and not know that someone is peeping.

Oh, and about my bandeau, it is different from your typical bra because it does not have two cups, it has just a broad horizontal band running across the front, more like a tubetop. So it looks very smooth from the front and you will not see the ribbon between the cups because there are no two separate cups. From the downblouse view, you will not see that little ribbon either, so it looks better in a low-cut top. I have a thing against that silly little ribbon. It is one thing to see the cups and boobs, but to see the ribbon between the cups is another, as if you have seen a secret buried inside. Only problem is that a bandeau does not provide the same support that a good bra with 2 cups gives. Since there is only 1 larger, less rigid piece, the boobs can move more, and mine were bouncing embarrasingly while I was chasing the bus earlier.

Anyway where's my colleague? Where is she sitting? I had forgotten all about her! I found her sitting further back, and exchanged a wave with her. Just then the person sitting beside me got up to alight and another passenger wanted to take the empty seat. I moved in so that I will not be such an easy target for other men. Ouch! The seat was so hot that I had to put my hands underneath my bum and I sat on them instead. Well, one bad thing about wearing g-strings is that your bum is left more unprotected from the elements and is more sensitive to irritations.

A few more stops and it is my turn to alight. This passenger sitting beside me is a guy in long-sleeve shirt, probably works around my area, not the same guy as the pervert who peeped down my cleavage. The bus was still quite crowded so he did not stand up as some people would. Instead he turned his knees to the side and I had to squeeze out, bending forward to avoid bumping into him. The bus driver stepped on the brake and I felt thrown forward. Just as I recovered my balance, the bus came to a stop and I was thrown backwards instead. I felt my bum landing on something, his nose? Oh no! This is so embarrasing! I stepped out, apologized to him and quickly walked off without daring to look into his face. To stuff my bum into someone's face is so embarrasing!

Once off the bus I pulled on my jacket and did not dare turn around for fear that he will see my face. I waited for my colleague to join me. What a start to my day!

The story of my friend - Part 11

Tanya managed to trap Susan under her and was squeezing her breasts. Susan told me, rape Tanya! With pleasure. I stuck my hand under Tanya's white office skirt and grabbed her legs, which were already spread during their wrestle. She yelled at me and wanted to kick me. What a violent woman! As her heels are still on, they can cause quite a bit of pain. I wanted to pull her off Susan but their friendly match was not yet finished, and Tanya bit Susan's A-cup breasts. Susan howled at me to quickly rape Tanya and get Tanya off her. I stroked my hand up Tanya's thigh, touched her crotch and she squirmed away. I moved my hand in again and this time she closed her legs to trap my hand between them, still refusing to release Susan. Bad move for her, I tickled her pussy with my fingers which were trapped there anyway. My other hand moved to unzip her skirt. She countered this by moving her butt away to avoid letting me grip her zip. She could endure my tickling very well, I commented. I changed tactic and pulled out my trapped hand so that I had both hands with which to push her skirt up her thighs instead. She could not do much more than to squirm helplessly.

When Tanya's gstring-clad buns were exposed, I slapped them and started to pull off the gstring and she sat up so I could not pull it off, but this released Susan. Instead of fighting me off, however, she stripped off her jacket and tossed it to one side. With the breather, Susan crawled away, only to be pounced on by Tanya, who had no problem unzipping that skirt, exposing Susan's buns. Great! Now two pretty girls have their thong buns in front of me, who should I attack? Both were still weak from their laughing and strenuous exertions. Susan yelled at me to hurry and finish up, and that decided it for me. I pulled Tanya's string further down, exposing her hairless pussy and stuck two of my fingers in and started digging. Incredibly, she ignored my fingering, seemingly oblivious to the stimulation at her sensitive zone. She bit Susan's butt cheek, not very hard but enough to leave red teeth marks and to cause her to yelp. She kissed and massaged Susan's ass with one hand while the other unbuttoned her maroon blouse. My fingers were getting wet now, either from my fingering or from her excitement at having Susan's fabulous ass.

Susan fought back by pushing Tanya's bra up her chest but had some difficulty getting the band past her big breasts, so Tanya helped by unclipping her bra. Now one of Tanya's nipples was nibbled by Susan while she rubbed the other, her pussy was fucked by my fingers, and she moaned, pushing Susan's head onto her breast and getting to a kneeling position so that her legs could open and let my fingers access more easily. She seemed very into it now. After a while, Susan released the nipple and pulled her thong off, letting Tanya lick her pussy. Now we were in a chain, my fingers in Tanya and her tongue in Susan.

Tanya's pussy was either just shaven or had been waxed. It was smooth as a baby's skin and did not have the days old stubble that Susan's had. I saw that Tanya's clitoris was now standing and flicked it, getting a tortured groan and collapsed onto the floor. Finally unable to ignore me, she turned around and gave mer her full attention, dropping my pants and briefs, swallowing me in one mouth, taking me down her throat. Her hot mouth and full lips felt wonderful, her angelic face a pretty addition to my dick. She was definitely much more skilful than Susan, but she does not look at me, closing her eyes in concentration. She was hard at work on my tool and in fact till now had mostly ignored me. Is she a lesbian? But she is so skilful! Perhaps too skilful and professional?

Now that Tanya faced away from Susan, she attacked from behind, licking her wet pussy and Tanya moaned, muffled since my hairy dick was stuffed into her mouth. Susan goes for women too? That surprised me. I had not known her to be bisexual, but she must be good, for Tanya kept up her muffled moans, sometimes breathed out hard against my trapped penis. That was a new sensation.

Tanya released me before long and got into a 69 position with Susan. All I could do was grab Tanya's big dangling breasts from the side and squeeze them, feeling their firmness and thumbing her hard nipples. Susan called out to me again to fuck her, and I approached that baby-smooth pussy and inserted my fingers again. After two thrusts, I found that she was not resisting, and was already dripping with love juice, so I inserted my erection and felt her pussy walls press on my penis. I had to push harder to open her up and enter fully. She grunted as I pushed in all the way, her unusual heat and tightness sending my heart thumping harder than ever. I started pumping in and out, enjoying her cunt. It had been months since I last had sex, and this was not just any cunt, this was tight as a virgin. I slid in and out slowly, enjoying every stroke, plunging all the way in.

Tanya pulled away before I was half done and told me not to deprive Susan. Ssuan told me that Tanya prefers women and seldom allow a man to penetrate her, so I should not feel rejected. Susan wrapped her hands around my wet dick, slick with Tanya's juices, and stroked it a couple of times before guiding it towards her own dripping pussy, but stopped just before I went in. Since both of us hesitated, unwilling yet to cross the barrier and go from friends to sex partners, I turned her over onto her hands and knees and I gave her ass a resounding slap. Her ouch was encouraging. I put my dick between her butt cheeks and pressed them together on my brother. She leaned forward and relaxed her butt muscles so that I could mash them together on my dick and thrusted them a few times. My penis was already lubricated by Tanya's juices and slid between her cheeks easily. I moved on to her clitoris and tickled it, sending shudders of pleasure along her body as her juice trickled down from her hole.

I slapped her hard again and I hugged her around her hips when she ouched. Shall we, I asked. She turned around and we stared at each other for a second and decided to go for it. Moving onto the sofa, I guided my brother to Susan's love hole and inserted carefully, savouring the moment when we became one, when she felt me sliding into her, when I felt myself being enveloped by her, feeling her heat and wetness. Never thought that the first time we crossed that barrier would be as part of a threesome. I pumped slowly again, enjoying the sensation, then picked up speed and her moanings increased in volume. Her round and firm buttocks made a good cushion, I can grab onto them and pull her onto me, her fleshy ass bouncing off my body and jiggling like breasts. She was not as hot and tight as Tanya, but her buttocks were fantastic and unmatchable. She had naturally flared hips, and her perky buttocks were thus even bigger in size, but yet are firm.

I do not know how long I pumped her, my eyes closed most of the time, enjoying each other. What I did see was that even though Tanya fondled Susan's breasts and offered her pussy to be licked, Susan was more interested in my dick and did not pay Tanya as much attention. Her servicing was all half-hearted, and Tanya soon left us alone. For a while all that existed was Susan's pressure on my penis and her moans. Even the bouncing off her ass became part of the background, all that I knew was the stimulation of my most beloved and sensative organ. I continued to pump until I felt myself crossing the limit and emptied my balls into her. She could feel my spasms as I held onto her tightly, she could feel me squirting inside her, and came as well, just as my orgasm was ending. The contractions of her pussy squeezing my rapidly deflating manhood, yet I could feel the wave sweeping over her body, and her moans were most satisfying.

We collapsed onto the sofa, with me lying on top of her, and now I could feel the size and roundness of her ass. She suddenly squealed and pushed me away. I could see my cum starting to trickle out of her pussy and down her leg. That was when Tanya took over again and lapped up the cum. She pulled Susan's vaginal lips apart and swallowed the cum the flowed out. She sucked it all out with a relish and with a loud and wet sound. She would not want to be fucked by me but had not problem swallowing my load! What perculiar taste! But what a hot woman! I fingered her clitoris and this time she did not turn me away. Between Susan and me, we got Tanya off.

I have no doubt that Susan and I will have more fun in future, with or without Tanya.

The story of my friend - Part 10

The night after I visited my friend, let's call her Susan for simplicity, I finally slept well. She gave me a blowjob and I licked her pussy crazy. I guess the much-needed ejaculation released the tension within me, giving me the rest I lacked for so long.

In the office, morale was still in the pits, lousy company, and the boss needed to do something about the morale or he will have a problem on his hands. He came to ask me if I know any strippers, can I find one for him. Why me, he said it was because I am the only person in the pathetic company who might be able to help. Wonder if this means I am the most perverted man there. I had to call up some friends for help, and finally Susan's boyfriend had a link - an old school friend of Susan's. He stole her number from Susan so that he could hire her services for his friend's stag night, without Susan knowing, of course.

A few days later, he called for our attention halfway through the morning drudgery. He introduced a pretty female executive and told us to gather around. It is not often that we get to see a pretty face in our office, staffed by only men and a single receptionist who is not that young or pretty. She walked around shaking hands, introducing herself as Tanya. A few of us were gazing at her slack-mouthed, admiring her lovely features, her long hair, dyed brown and tied up primly, the curves of her boobs and hips, obvious even under that white skirt suit. She looked quite angelic and definitely stirred the desires of us bored workers. Naturally, we were surprised at what a sweet young thing like her was doing in a dull place like this.

What was more surprising was when boss played mp3 from a laptop, plugged into a pair of borrowed speakers. With that impromptu dance beat, she started moving, swaying her body, let down her hair and removed her specs. The angelic being transformed into a sensual seductress. When she climbed onto somebody's desk, shaking her buns at us, it was obvious that this was not a mere colleague our boss was introducing to us. Everybody's eyes must be glued to her as she stripped off her white jacker and threw it onto a chair, pulled her maroon blouse from her skirt and started to unbutton it from the top, showing her black bra and her rather decently sized breasts. With the top few buttons undone, she started removing her skirt and there was an audible gasp when she revealed the black g-string she wore underneath. What a hot woman! She gave us a sultry look and I suddenly recognized her as the slutty-looking woman who approached me, but was rejected, on the night I saw how Susan was abused by her boyfriend.

She lost her blouse, then after mashing her breasts in her bra for a while, stripped it off to our enthusiastic cheering. She had pasties stuck on to cover her nipples, but we could see her unrestrained breasts hanging freely, firm and perky, at least C-cup. She shook to the music, her boobs swaying with the rhythm, and we had already gone wild. When she jumped off the table to land in front of us with her breasts bouncing, all of us cheered like mad. She continued to shake to the music, sending her twin globes jiggling for quite a while, an unforgettable sight, so up-close. One colleagues reached out to touch her breasts but was slapped away. I noticed another had his hands inside his pants, jacking off. Her performance was pretty crass for someone who looks as classy as her, perhaps she adjusted it to fit my crass colleagues.

When the music ended, boss came forward to explain that this session was arranged to reward us for our hard work and to boost our flagging morale. Tanya's not really a colleagues, that was part of the show, since he knew many of us would like to have a colleague as hot and pretty as her. She chatted with some of us for a while, wearing only heels and that g-string and pasties. I stood behind her with another colleagues, who wanted to touch her naked ass but dared not. Her butt was filled and firm too, but nowhere comparable to Susan's naturally round and perky buns. Everytime she laughed, her naked breasts shook some more, what a sight. She would not have any physical contact with us, no photos either. Apparently she was a professional stripper, and had a license to work as an entertainer, but physical contact was strictly prohibited. I thought it was a good idea to hire a stripper for a few hundred dollars to boost the morale of fifteen men. Spread that money as cash among us and it would not go far, but hire her and we would feel much better about working in the company. Only boss got to take a photo with her, but she put on her bra again for the shoot, not wishing to expose so much to the camera. With breasts as firm as those, she does not need a bra to look good. Boss was grinning from ear to ear, standing next to her with a arm around her waist and his hand on her hips. From where I was standing, I could see his hand slip down to stroke her ass after the photo was taken and they broke up the pose. He got his hand slapped for touching her bum, but I think that was a good memory for him. That idiot should have shoved his hand between her butt cheeks while he had the chance.

She recognised me from that night in the pub and signalled to me to meet her outside. The show officially ended and she retreated to the unisex toilet to put on her clothes and groom herself. On the way out, she stuffed her namecard into my hands and told me to call her. That I did, and got invited to a drink at the same pub, tonight. I had rejected her before, but I was in a lousy mood then. Her strip-tease warmed me up to her and I opened up, telling her about how I got her from Susan's boyfriend. She commented that he was very lucky to have Susan as his girlfriend, and that she loved Susan's ass. With the alcohol loosening my tongue, I also told her of my obsession with it, but I did not mention the groping or spanking or birthday presents. Unexpectedly, Susan came into the same pub with friends. I explained that I met Tanya a few days ago in the pub, and hired her for my boss, which was not far off the mark. Neither of us mentioned Susan's boyfriend hiring her services. The three of us drank a bit too much before staggering off to Susan's apartment.

While Susan was opening the door, Tany grabbed her ample rear end and started squeezing it, causing Susan to squeal and drop her keys. Susan grabbed Tanya's breasts in revenge before picking up the keys and opening the door. I laughed at their antics and Tanya made a grab for my balls, the two of us ending up in a bit of a wrestle outside Susan's apartment. She pulled the two of us in as quickly as she could before neighbours came to see what the noise was all about. Once in, Tanya switched on the music and started dancing and slapping Susan's butt and they wrestled for a while, tumbling to the floor and holding each other in a lock, gasping for breath, laughing, hair in their eyes and mouth. Oh how I love to see pretty girls wrestle! It would be better if they wrestle in their lingerie.