Ethan was right, the only comments that I got were compliments and I was soon so engrossed in my work that I did forget what I was wearing. As Ethan said, I have to live my life as I want, not what she wants, I am me, not a clone of her. “Fantastic,” Ethan said, “It really does show off those perfect legs.”
“And a lot more if I’m not careful.” I replied, “I can’’t wear this for work, it’s almost indecent.”
“But it isn’t indecent and some of the girls at work often wear skirts that short.”
He was right, I’d seen quite a few skirts that short and the girls wearing them appeared to be oblivious to the chances of someone seeing their butts and pussy, with or without knickers. Ethan opened the door and I got in like Ethan had told me other girls do then I said,
“Did you see my knickers, I mean pussy.”
“No, see, you’re starting to forget that you haven’t got any knickers on.”
“Yes I did forget didn’t I?” I said to no one
