Day at the Opticians
My name is Sandy and I work in a well-known chain of Opticians on the high street. When the manageress of our store suggested that we have a ‘wear what you want day’ I was excited. I’ve always been one for fancy dress. Then she added one or two caveats. We must be decent and not wear anything that brings the business into disrepute. Knowing me, that was a tall ask, but hey ho! She said it would be good for morale and create a talking point among customers and attract passing trade. Even if I say so myself, I look good in my uniform. That’s the one I normally wear. I’m five feet seven and leggy with a pert round bum. I actually get guys requesting me to do their eyes tests, which they are within their right to do. I think it’s the fact that I fill out my uniform so well, that and my long hair, I tick all their boxes. And why not? If I can create a little value added experience to their appointment, there’s no harm done, provided there’s no funny business.
Given the opportunity to do something a little different, I looked through my wardrobe for something suitable. I had most of the gear, but I needed something that I couldn’t lay my hands on among my own clobber. We had a week to plan, so I took a trip to the shops after work on the Friday, to find the missing items. It took me nearly an hour to get everything just right. It was the white coat you see. I needed one just the right length and then of course, there were the geeky black-rimmed spectacles. But, ‘A white coat?’ I hear you ask, isn’t that what I wear now? Well, yes, but that one finishes just above the knee. My new one had to be a little bit shorter. So, I arrived to work the following Thursday attired in my special uniform safely hidden underneath my top coat. I went to my locker and deposited my bag and coat and reported for work. Everyone had made an effort. Jane the brunette was a Geisha girl, Sonia was a naughty school girl and Leila had turned up as a nurse. The guys had come as sailors and Bob the Builder and the like. Everyone was sexy and eye-catching but tasteful.
Carys, the manageress looked at me and wagged a reproachful finger. “On the line, Sandy, but you’ll pass.” I was probably the only one who could pull it off and they knew it. I was smoking hot. My white coat finished half way between my knees and my hips. Crucially, it finished an inch or so above my black stocking tops. Add the pencil in my top pocket and the spectacles, I was a perfect blend of academic sophistication and outright slutiness. What was not immediately apparent, until you were a little closer, was that I was wearing nothing but my black bra and panties under the coat. This fact had almost certainly escaped Carys' notice, but it was too late now. I was properly buttoned up, but well, a look in the mirror in the light of the waiting room did make it kind of obvious. A little bit of bra and cleavage was just visible above my top button. I don’t mind telling you, I felt sexy. My lingerie was of the highest quality and the new white coat being all starched and crisp felt really nice against my skin. I relished my first appointment, be it male or female. My first customer was a younger girl of nineteen. She was a bit bemused by my attire more than anything.
My next two appointments were older guys. Here my outfit had more of the desired effect. The second one particularly, a guy of forty nine; I don’t know, he might have been asthmatic but he sure was breathing a little heavy as I shined my light in his eye. I suppose I gave him something for his wank bank. Next up was another young girl and then a woman of my age. She really liked my outfit and paid me lots of compliments. Did she accidentally brush my ass with her hand as she got into the chair? I think she had the hots for me. My last slot before lunch was in a totally different ball park. He had short mousy brown hair, and he was tall and looked like he lived in the gym. He was properly ripped and had that lovely V shape about his torso. I was mesmerised by his hazel blue eyes and I went a little gooey when I sat down to do his pre-examination questions. “Good morning, Mr. Black, I’m Sandy , I will be conducting your eye test today.”
He looked at me with those dreamy eyes and his gaze inevitably shifted between my face and the inescapable glimpse of cleavage between the unbuttoned portion of my coat. He also noted my name badge. “Okay, Sandy . Say, this fancy dress thing is a hoot! You look so hot!” “Ah thank you!” I’m glad he came out and said it. I looked at his personal details. His biceps rippled under his shirt and the cotton looked like it was straining at the seams, where it met his broad shoulders. I went through the preliminary questions and I sensed he was looking at me, as I read off from the paper work. He had gone a little pink on the cheeks and I would have paid ten pounds for his thoughts at that moment.
I began to feel a little hot and tingly myself and my mind became a jumble of random naughtiness , conducting the job in hand. He had just a hint of stubble, like he had shaved the night before – I so love that. My professionalism was still foremost in my mind, but I knew he would have no qualms about getting in my panties, given half a chance. “So, have you found your contact lenses to be all right, ?” “Yes, but I got the reminder, so I thought I should make an appointment.” “Good. Got to look after your eye sight.” I stood up and asked him to follow me to the eye-test booth.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror en route and observed that my nipples were clearly protruding through both my bra and white coat. I told myself to remember where I was but I couldn’t help it. He was seated once inside the booth and I dipped the lights and went through the eye charts to assess basic visual acuity. The light from the projector was catching the ultraviolet inflorescence in my coat as well as picking out the gap between the coat and my stocking tops. No wonder that he was taking forever to read out the letters. “Sorry, is everything all right?” “Yes, it’s just that you’re a bit of a distraction there,” he said. “Ahem, must be my shiny white coat, I guess! I’ll stand back.” “Yeah, something like that,” he said. ‘A bit of a distraction.’ The ironic euphemism in his voice was all too obvious. I started to have naughty thoughts and there was a feeling of sexual tension in the air. I knew what I looked like in my short white coat and I think my boobs and my ass had sent his pulse racing.
After recording a few measurements and performing some diagnostic tests it came to the more close up and personal part where I examine the retina with my little light. I stood in front of Him and leaned into him, shining my light metre into his pupil. “Look left, Mr. Black .” I was aware of his breathing, which was steady but deep and I also got a lovely whiff of his aftershave at the same time. “Look down, please.” My face was just an inch from his, and for a second my cheek brushed his and cheek and a flurry of tingly prickles spread around my body. “Look to the right, please, Mr.” I paused as I felt a hand brush my leg and I began to tremble as his fingers started to play with the band of my stocking top. For a moment I thought I must be imagining it, but I wasn’t. My heart was pounding and my tummy had butterflies doing little dances. I knew that my professionalism was being compromised and I should have resisted but I didn’t.
I found myself being drawn closer and closer to him. I put a knee on the chair between his legs and raised myself up until my boobs were almost level with his nose. I squeezed my breasts through my white coat - my nipples were so hard. He was breathing very deeply and kneeling as I was, he had unfettered access to my panties. His hands were soft and warm, but I sensed the power that he had in them. I shivered with delight as he teased the flesh at the top of my legs and then slowly ran the back of his index finger along my gusset. I was already gooey, but I became instantly wet and murmured my approval with a mew of pleasure. “We shouldn’t be doing this," I whispered. “I know,” he said. I allowed my right hand to wander and after gripping his firm, muscular thighs, I discovered the huge tent in his jeans. I felt for the zipper and drew it down, my hand gliding over the bulge as my heart raced and my breath became a series of little pants.
I was meant to be giving this guy an eye test and there I was getting out his cock, but what’s a girl to do? Fortunately he was wearing quite loose-fitting, cotton boxers and I soon had a nice handful of thick, throbbing cock in my hand. I drew the foreskin down with one hand and began to pop open the buttons of my coat with the other. At the same time, I pushed my boobs into his face and He responded, biting my cleavage gently. I began to boil over. I couldn’t believe what was happening! It was like I had a good fairy on one shoulder telling me to stop and a naughty fairy on the other, saying ‘go for it!’ The naughty fairy was winning. Encouraged by me, He pawed at my panties, pinching my labia through them and rubbing my sex through the thin, lacy fabric.
I was beside myself with excitement and getting more aroused every second. My pussy was so wet and He was just making me hornier with his groping. I licked the palm of my hand and rubbed my saliva over his cock. He groaned with pleasure, his voice still muffled by my boobs. His free hand pulled at my bra, causing one boob to spill out and before I knew it, he had my right nipple in his mouth. I moaned with undisguised delight, as my pussy melted and his cock began to rub against my crotch. I didn’t stop to think but went with the moment, easing my soaking wet gusset to one side and lowering my pussy onto his cock. It all happened in seconds and then his face was nibbling my face and neck. I hadn’t locked the booth door, but at the time, I didn’t care. All I knew was that His cock felt amazing as I rode him, thrusting my hips, urgently. Thrusting and rocking my groin, I pinched one nipple as He sucked on the other. His groans were really sexy and I was so aroused. It was so spontaneous. I loved how his cock was hot and pumping and just throbbing in my pussy.
My fingers raked the back of his neck as I held on to him. His hands held me firmly, tightly but at the same time with gentle power, protectively all most. My body was urging him to fuck me. I could feel my pussy yielding to him as he went deeper and deeper until I was reeling in ecstasy. His hands were all over my body as he cupped my breasts and stroked my back and bottom. For a minute he squeezed my tits together until I thought I would just spill out but somehow they just squished over my bra, enough for him to get mouthfuls of boob. In the dimly lit booth, there was a feeling of intimacy, even though it was a hardly ideal location, but you forget all that and I just enjoyed the moment. I was trembling with excitement as my orgasm began to build and His breathing grew stronger and deeper. I stroked his hair and then he lifted me with my bum cheeks. I felt so horny as he began to take control and my body jiggled with each thrust of his huge cock. I wanted to squeal but I somehow held back enough to concentrate my emotions inwardly, pressing my mouth into the back of my hand. It was amazing. I had a fantastic orgasm, my body in a frenzy as he groaned and growled at the same time. The spasms came in waves and I muffled my cries with his face as he ejaculated inside me. His spunk was like a torrent, filling my pussy with yummy hot man goo. I rested for a minute, savouring the sensations of his cock pumping in my pussy.
Eventually I got my breath back and I clambered off the chair and rearranged myself. There was an embarrassed silence as I filled in the necessary bits of his appointment chart. “I’m pleased to say that your eyesight is perfect, Mr. ummmm Black . “ “Oh, lovely, everything as it should be then,” he said. “Yes, everything is in working order,” I added. I gave Him his copy of the particulars and he left with a big smile on his face. They will have to do fancy dress again. I might do schoolgirl next time. That would be fun.
Given the opportunity to do something a little different, I looked through my wardrobe for something suitable. I had most of the gear, but I needed something that I couldn’t lay my hands on among my own clobber. We had a week to plan, so I took a trip to the shops after work on the Friday, to find the missing items. It took me nearly an hour to get everything just right. It was the white coat you see. I needed one just the right length and then of course, there were the geeky black-rimmed spectacles. But, ‘A white coat?’ I hear you ask, isn’t that what I wear now? Well, yes, but that one finishes just above the knee. My new one had to be a little bit shorter. So, I arrived to work the following Thursday attired in my special uniform safely hidden underneath my top coat. I went to my locker and deposited my bag and coat and reported for work. Everyone had made an effort. Jane the brunette was a Geisha girl, Sonia was a naughty school girl and Leila had turned up as a nurse. The guys had come as sailors and Bob the Builder and the like. Everyone was sexy and eye-catching but tasteful.
Carys, the manageress looked at me and wagged a reproachful finger. “On the line, Sandy, but you’ll pass.” I was probably the only one who could pull it off and they knew it. I was smoking hot. My white coat finished half way between my knees and my hips. Crucially, it finished an inch or so above my black stocking tops. Add the pencil in my top pocket and the spectacles, I was a perfect blend of academic sophistication and outright slutiness. What was not immediately apparent, until you were a little closer, was that I was wearing nothing but my black bra and panties under the coat. This fact had almost certainly escaped Carys' notice, but it was too late now. I was properly buttoned up, but well, a look in the mirror in the light of the waiting room did make it kind of obvious. A little bit of bra and cleavage was just visible above my top button. I don’t mind telling you, I felt sexy. My lingerie was of the highest quality and the new white coat being all starched and crisp felt really nice against my skin. I relished my first appointment, be it male or female. My first customer was a younger girl of nineteen. She was a bit bemused by my attire more than anything.
My next two appointments were older guys. Here my outfit had more of the desired effect. The second one particularly, a guy of forty nine; I don’t know, he might have been asthmatic but he sure was breathing a little heavy as I shined my light in his eye. I suppose I gave him something for his wank bank. Next up was another young girl and then a woman of my age. She really liked my outfit and paid me lots of compliments. Did she accidentally brush my ass with her hand as she got into the chair? I think she had the hots for me. My last slot before lunch was in a totally different ball park. He had short mousy brown hair, and he was tall and looked like he lived in the gym. He was properly ripped and had that lovely V shape about his torso. I was mesmerised by his hazel blue eyes and I went a little gooey when I sat down to do his pre-examination questions. “Good morning, Mr. Black, I’m Sandy , I will be conducting your eye test today.”
He looked at me with those dreamy eyes and his gaze inevitably shifted between my face and the inescapable glimpse of cleavage between the unbuttoned portion of my coat. He also noted my name badge. “Okay, Sandy . Say, this fancy dress thing is a hoot! You look so hot!” “Ah thank you!” I’m glad he came out and said it. I looked at his personal details. His biceps rippled under his shirt and the cotton looked like it was straining at the seams, where it met his broad shoulders. I went through the preliminary questions and I sensed he was looking at me, as I read off from the paper work. He had gone a little pink on the cheeks and I would have paid ten pounds for his thoughts at that moment.
I began to feel a little hot and tingly myself and my mind became a jumble of random naughtiness , conducting the job in hand. He had just a hint of stubble, like he had shaved the night before – I so love that. My professionalism was still foremost in my mind, but I knew he would have no qualms about getting in my panties, given half a chance. “So, have you found your contact lenses to be all right, ?” “Yes, but I got the reminder, so I thought I should make an appointment.” “Good. Got to look after your eye sight.” I stood up and asked him to follow me to the eye-test booth.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror en route and observed that my nipples were clearly protruding through both my bra and white coat. I told myself to remember where I was but I couldn’t help it. He was seated once inside the booth and I dipped the lights and went through the eye charts to assess basic visual acuity. The light from the projector was catching the ultraviolet inflorescence in my coat as well as picking out the gap between the coat and my stocking tops. No wonder that he was taking forever to read out the letters. “Sorry, is everything all right?” “Yes, it’s just that you’re a bit of a distraction there,” he said. “Ahem, must be my shiny white coat, I guess! I’ll stand back.” “Yeah, something like that,” he said. ‘A bit of a distraction.’ The ironic euphemism in his voice was all too obvious. I started to have naughty thoughts and there was a feeling of sexual tension in the air. I knew what I looked like in my short white coat and I think my boobs and my ass had sent his pulse racing.
After recording a few measurements and performing some diagnostic tests it came to the more close up and personal part where I examine the retina with my little light. I stood in front of Him and leaned into him, shining my light metre into his pupil. “Look left, Mr. Black .” I was aware of his breathing, which was steady but deep and I also got a lovely whiff of his aftershave at the same time. “Look down, please.” My face was just an inch from his, and for a second my cheek brushed his and cheek and a flurry of tingly prickles spread around my body. “Look to the right, please, Mr.” I paused as I felt a hand brush my leg and I began to tremble as his fingers started to play with the band of my stocking top. For a moment I thought I must be imagining it, but I wasn’t. My heart was pounding and my tummy had butterflies doing little dances. I knew that my professionalism was being compromised and I should have resisted but I didn’t.
I found myself being drawn closer and closer to him. I put a knee on the chair between his legs and raised myself up until my boobs were almost level with his nose. I squeezed my breasts through my white coat - my nipples were so hard. He was breathing very deeply and kneeling as I was, he had unfettered access to my panties. His hands were soft and warm, but I sensed the power that he had in them. I shivered with delight as he teased the flesh at the top of my legs and then slowly ran the back of his index finger along my gusset. I was already gooey, but I became instantly wet and murmured my approval with a mew of pleasure. “We shouldn’t be doing this," I whispered. “I know,” he said. I allowed my right hand to wander and after gripping his firm, muscular thighs, I discovered the huge tent in his jeans. I felt for the zipper and drew it down, my hand gliding over the bulge as my heart raced and my breath became a series of little pants.
I was meant to be giving this guy an eye test and there I was getting out his cock, but what’s a girl to do? Fortunately he was wearing quite loose-fitting, cotton boxers and I soon had a nice handful of thick, throbbing cock in my hand. I drew the foreskin down with one hand and began to pop open the buttons of my coat with the other. At the same time, I pushed my boobs into his face and He responded, biting my cleavage gently. I began to boil over. I couldn’t believe what was happening! It was like I had a good fairy on one shoulder telling me to stop and a naughty fairy on the other, saying ‘go for it!’ The naughty fairy was winning. Encouraged by me, He pawed at my panties, pinching my labia through them and rubbing my sex through the thin, lacy fabric.
I was beside myself with excitement and getting more aroused every second. My pussy was so wet and He was just making me hornier with his groping. I licked the palm of my hand and rubbed my saliva over his cock. He groaned with pleasure, his voice still muffled by my boobs. His free hand pulled at my bra, causing one boob to spill out and before I knew it, he had my right nipple in his mouth. I moaned with undisguised delight, as my pussy melted and his cock began to rub against my crotch. I didn’t stop to think but went with the moment, easing my soaking wet gusset to one side and lowering my pussy onto his cock. It all happened in seconds and then his face was nibbling my face and neck. I hadn’t locked the booth door, but at the time, I didn’t care. All I knew was that His cock felt amazing as I rode him, thrusting my hips, urgently. Thrusting and rocking my groin, I pinched one nipple as He sucked on the other. His groans were really sexy and I was so aroused. It was so spontaneous. I loved how his cock was hot and pumping and just throbbing in my pussy.
My fingers raked the back of his neck as I held on to him. His hands held me firmly, tightly but at the same time with gentle power, protectively all most. My body was urging him to fuck me. I could feel my pussy yielding to him as he went deeper and deeper until I was reeling in ecstasy. His hands were all over my body as he cupped my breasts and stroked my back and bottom. For a minute he squeezed my tits together until I thought I would just spill out but somehow they just squished over my bra, enough for him to get mouthfuls of boob. In the dimly lit booth, there was a feeling of intimacy, even though it was a hardly ideal location, but you forget all that and I just enjoyed the moment. I was trembling with excitement as my orgasm began to build and His breathing grew stronger and deeper. I stroked his hair and then he lifted me with my bum cheeks. I felt so horny as he began to take control and my body jiggled with each thrust of his huge cock. I wanted to squeal but I somehow held back enough to concentrate my emotions inwardly, pressing my mouth into the back of my hand. It was amazing. I had a fantastic orgasm, my body in a frenzy as he groaned and growled at the same time. The spasms came in waves and I muffled my cries with his face as he ejaculated inside me. His spunk was like a torrent, filling my pussy with yummy hot man goo. I rested for a minute, savouring the sensations of his cock pumping in my pussy.
Eventually I got my breath back and I clambered off the chair and rearranged myself. There was an embarrassed silence as I filled in the necessary bits of his appointment chart. “I’m pleased to say that your eyesight is perfect, Mr. ummmm Black . “ “Oh, lovely, everything as it should be then,” he said. “Yes, everything is in working order,” I added. I gave Him his copy of the particulars and he left with a big smile on his face. They will have to do fancy dress again. I might do schoolgirl next time. That would be fun.
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