You were preparing for a date and decided to wear you dating undies under your work clothes to save changing time... so that meant one of your black work dresses, smart but not too tight.. and underneath wearing a shaped bustier with suspender straps but no shoulder straps... the bustier sat snugly on your ribs and was shaped for your fab breasts which sat in the cups, almost like being on a shelf, and pointing your nipples forward, with the upper edge of your large areola showing over the cup top...The suspender straps reached over your arse and thigh front to the tops of your stockings... and you wore a high waist plain black g-string that sat on your neat middle with a narrow strip of fabric that just covered the width of your smooth cunt but would never have managed to contain a bushy pussy..and the fabric stopped between your pussy and bum hole,  returning  to a skinny string that ran up between your lovely cheeks to join the cross string in the small of your back...This outfit meant that, under your dress, you were essentially uncovered  from above your navel to your stocking tops... The brief walk to the station felt cool on your groin and raised goosebumps  on your mound for a moment... but the feel of your hips swaying within your dress as you walked was rather lovely, as was the gentle ripple of your breasts in the bustier cups...The cold air stiffened your nipples within the bustier and you could feel them sensitise and harden, creeping up and pushing themselves over the top of the cups until only the fabric of your dress covered them...any sharp eyes couldnt have failed to spot them and the train journey did little to help, shaking your tits quite uncontrollably at times till you feared they would simply pop out. Facing the wall allowed you to rest a hand to keep assets in place but the thought of standing exposed passed happily through your mind. At the office you set about your meetings... feeling the pressure of the taught g-string on your pussy and bum hole as you sat ... trying not to move too much as the feeling of the string over your bumhole was quite delicous and the fabric of the seat cover would show any excitement. Dull meetings always made your mind wander to more enjoyable matters and with some relief you got to the end and stood, able to breathe again in the tight top and gave your arse a liitle shake inside your dress. Your next meeting was up another floor. You did wonder  if some of the guys were perhaps cautiously looking a little longer as they passed you... and a quick check in the window reflection showed heads turn .. and showed how fabulously shaped you were... a big smile inside and your walk developed even more of a sway....if only these guys knew what you were planning this evening.. a guy you had met online was going to be allowed to fuck you, and within minutes of meeting too, because you wanted it ... the thought of you laying back in your suspenders and opening your legs wide brought a real tingle and rush of blood to your barely covered  cunt... Your pussy became wet instantly and you could feel the wetness reach the fabric of your g-string. ..walking up the stairs had the effect of making the fabric slip into your now gaping slit, clinging to your clit and sitting taught between your labia... Walking began to feel very different  as the fabric gently moved over your clit...and the wetness slowly oozed down towards your perineum,..with a quick glance around you reached under you dress and slid a finger from back to front to ensure you weren't  going to drip... and the fastest way to clean that finger was in your mouth.. yumm.. how lovely that stringy cunt juice tasted... You now needed to get to the bathroom  asap... up another floor... with anybody looking up likely  to see your soaking pussy in that lovely gap between your fab legs. ... that thought  brought another rush of blood...There was a moment of temptation  to crouch and lift your dress to totally expose your gaping hole... if only it wasn't so taboo, why couldn't  staff fuck if they felt like it !!... Reaching the bathroom  allowed you to find a cubicle and lift your dress.. how gorgeous your pussy looked, framed between the straps of your suspenders  and so open... Perched on the edge of the seat, your initial intention had been to simply put the fabric back over your sticky cunt .. but slipping your finger underneath to separate the scrap of fabric from your labia was too much and in went two fingers, sliding with ease between your lips and into the gaping hole of your pussy... As your thumb brushed your clit you shivered and began to pinch and rub at the shiny hard projection... With one hand circling your clit and now three fingers hard into your cunt, biting your lip to stop the moans was essential. . But anyone entering the bathroom  would hear the squelch of your furious fingers..It was soo fucking good that within a minute or two your legs began to shake and then the orgasm hit you..a shudder through your entire cunt and arse, the most ecstatic feeling that rippled up your body, almost making your tits burst free..