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   THE LONG AND THE SHORT OF IT

   Why is it that some women like to tease all of the men in their
immediate vicinity by dressing in provocative ways, and then acting upset
if you take notice in any overt manner or comment on their wardrobe?  Well,
there was this one woman in my office who fit that description exactly. 
Tantilizing her male coworkers must have been her hobby, because she had
perfected it to an art form, and spent mucho bucks on a huge number of
different outfits to keep it interesting.

   This woman, named Cindy was, in the vernacular, a "tall drink of water."
I'd guess that over 65% of her body height were legs, shapely as I had ever
seen.  And she showed them off in many ways, some obvious and some more
subtile.  She might wear a short skirt and flash significant thigh when she
crossed her legs.  Or, she might wear a long skirt with a definitive side
slit, and tempt you with quick peeks as she'd strut past.  Her outfits
never "crossed the line" as too riske', as she wandered dangerously at the
borderline of office-inappropriate attire.

   It was on one her long slitted skirt days that she got her just reward,
and I got a bit of reward myself in the bargain.  Cindy and I were working
on a presentation for an executive committee.  She was actually going to
deliver the material in person, while I acted as the brains behind the
scene.  That split of duties was okay with me.  The project needed the
approval to survive, and Cindy knew how to pitch with the best of them. 
Besides, the executive committee was all men, and they'd spend most of
their time leering, not hearing.  The one thing was, they expected that
proper office dress codes be maintained.  That's why Cindy chose to wear a
long skirt, even if it did have a sizable slit.  As long as she stood
still, she'd meet their expectations.

   Cindy and I both have a bit of a procrastination problem, so we were
working right up to the last minute.  The presentation was right after
lunch, when the blood of the executives would have moved to their stomachs.
Actually, with Cindy in the front of the room, I expected that the blood
would take a slight detour.  Anyway, we were still working on the final
changes as we sat and ate our lunches.  Cindy was pretty juiced up, and
this put her in "high tease" mode.  She wiggled and moved around in her
seat, intentionally crossing and moving her legs to position the slit to
allow strategic views, over and over.  I must admit I was getting excited,
which Cindy could tell a mile away was was reveling in her power.

   In her enthusiasm, Cindy wiggled when she should have waggled, and her
arm pushed her lunch plate off of the table and into her lap.  Her clean,
pressed business skirt was trashed.  Cindy panicked big time.  The
materials were complete, but Cindy couldn't face those gents looking like
this.  The skirt couldn't be cleaned up enough to pass.  Cindy had a pair
of sweats in her office for after-work visits to the health club to keep
her body in great shape, but we both knew that would anger the committee
members, and they'd turn down our proposal flat.  I didn't even offer to
make the presentation -- I was sporting a grade of business casual that was
not endorsed and would have been received even worse.

   Then I had a brainstorm.  One of the other women in the office had a
similar build to Cindy, at least around the middle and hips, and she was
wearing a similarly colored skirt.  Amy and I were pretty good friends, so
I asked her if Cindy and I could borrow her skirt for a couple of hours. 
In the interim, she could use Cindy's sweatpants and just hide out in her
office.  Amy agreed, and she changed clothes in the bathroom.  Amy looked
very strange in a pretty blouse and sweatpants, but I was grateful and not
the least bit amused.  I brought the loaner to Cindy, who took her turn in
the bathroom to change.

   In a few minutes, Cindy came out, and before she could say anything, I
saw the problem.  Amy is quite a bit shorter than Cindy, and Amy's skirt, a
proper knee-length model, looked just fine on her.  On Cindy, the pleated
skirt was a micromini, stopping about two inches below her panties.  The
fact that Cindy had chosen to wear nylons and a garter belt instead of
panty hose exacerbated the problem.  If you didn't know better, you would
have expected her on a street corner, not a business office.  I told Cindy
to ditch the hose and belt for bare legs, which had a shadow of summer tan
remaining.  In her state of shock, instead of going back to the bathroom to
take my advise, she reached up under the hem of her skirt and unclipped the
hose from the belt, sliding the stockings down her long, beautiful legs
without giving the matter a second thought.  Getting a glimpse of her
panties and the sensual way she caressed her leg as she removed her hose
had me frozen in position.  I had to manually roll my tongue back into my
mouth.

   If she didn't move too fast, the skirt would cover just enough to not
completely expose her panties and the treasure they held.  Cindy grabbed
the stack of acetate sheets and walked swiftly into the conference room,
momentarily showing too much as the skirt swung to and fro with her hips. I
stood outside the conference room and looked in through the long glass
window next to the closed door.  I could see Cindy at one end of the room
and the first couple of execs at each side of the long conference table. 
Cindy seemed to have regained her composure, although the execs I could see
were staring intently at her long legs, not at the projection screen. 
Cindy began her pitch, trying hard to stay still, but as a showman, she
always threw a little body language into her presentations, and so the
execs got two shows for the price of one.

   Then, some of the slippery acetates that were stacked next to the
projector fell off the table and onto the floor.  Cindy paused, afraid to
bend down, even with a bunny dip at the knees, to pick them back up.  The
execs sat in absolute silence as they awaited her decision.  Then a couple
of them left their chairs and gathered around her feet, picking up the
scattered plastic sheets and looking up at Cindy with understanding smiles.
I'm sure that some of them were smiling at the view from down below,
certainly the ones that were feeling around the floor with their hands
trying to locate something to pick up.

   Cindy finished the presentation, grabbed the foils, and bolted out of
the room.  She didn't even wait for the committee's questions or comments,
let alone their decision, and headed straight back to her office where she
shut the door.  The blinds behind her window were drawn, so I couldn't see
what she was doing.  I knocked and she invited me in.  She was sitting on
the edge of her desk, wiping away her tears with a tissue.  The skirt had
ridden up, and her panties were in full view, and what panties they were!
Almost transparent, they were small and frilly and I restrained myself with
every ounce of willpower I could muster.

   "I blew it," she lamented, "and we'll never get a second chance to get
our project approved."

   I walked over and put one hand on her shoulder to comfort her, still
facing her and standing in front of her slightly parted legs.

   "And all because I wanted to tease you," she explained.

   "It wasn't your fault.  We gave it our best shot.  We'll get approved
some other way, you'll see," I consoled.

   Cindy stood up as I held my position, which put us almost touching. 
Evidently this incident was beyond even Cindy's limits of teasing, and she
was truly embarassed and upset.  My one hand on her shoulder became two,
and then due to our proximity, became a light hug.  She rested her head on
my shoulder and accepted my comforting jesture.

   I had to decide if I was going to take advantage of Cindy's weakened
state.  I tested by sliding my hands from her upper back to her lower back,
and pulled her just a bit closer, just enough so she would feel my state of
arrousal.  Her reaction was clear, as she reached behind me and pulled me
tight against her, our crotches in contact.  I lowered by hands to her
buttox, and squeezed gently.  She lifted her face from my shoulder and
kissed me hard.  I got even harder, and let my fingers roam down between
her cheeks.  Her barely-there panties were damp, and I knew there was no
going back.

   We separated long enough for me to drop my trousers and briefs, and for
her to turn around and lean over the desk.  This position was of her
choosing, and I was delighted.  I squatted down and ran my tongue up her
leg, stopping just before her panties.  I pulled them down slowly to
increase her anticipation.  Her pussy was aromatic and the lips were puffy,
and I knew we could wait no longer.  She wiggled her ass at the sensation
of my tongue and in anticipation, put her hands on her buttox, and pulled
them apart.  I moved in closer and slid up into her quite easily.  She
reached back to hold my ass as best she could, while I moved my hands up
front to fondle her breasts through her silky blouse and bra.  They were
small but very firm, and I could tell her nipples were very erect even
through all of the cloth.  Our mutual motion was persistent but not
frantic, and I felt my juices rising.  I advised Cindy of my condition, and
she held me tight.  We came in unison, emotionally and physically drained.

   I put myself back together and swapped Amy's skirt back for Cindy's
sweatpants.  Amy gave me a strange, knowing look after the exchange, and I
wondered if she suspected and what she might do about it if she did.

   Cindy's behavior changed dramatically after that.  Her short skirts got
a tad longer, and the slits in the long skirts became less pronounced.  She
acted much more the lady, but that was okay with me.

   Oh yes, we got the committee's approval for our project.  Cindy had been
more disarming and effective than she knew.  Evidently the incident
provided them with an opportunity to see the advantages of a relaxed dress
code as well, and business casual was endorsed as a unexpected bonus.

   An Original H M Tale