Uniform Day

I wanted resilience, long life, easy to clean, and by that I mean once through the washer and spotless at the end, comfortable to wear. Not much to demand! My supplier bought a large range to the pub and my staff eagerly threw themselves into trying them on, and not just outfits as provided…they went in for a little ‘pick ‘n’ mix’ as well.

For a while I just watched, but then I wanted to join in the fun. 

A couple of the outfits, while easily the best from a functional point of view must have been made out of plastic! They felt awful, and some were way too thin, and showed the dreaded VPL (visible panty line). 

So, I’m in the back room, standing there in just my panties, when one of my new girls came in to try a different outfit. She did a double take at my not wearing a bra, but then took her uniform off and gave me some eye candy. Jackie is my height, small boobed and has an absolutely perfect bum. Better still it was clad (just) in grey cotton panties. I don’t know why, but I have a fascination for grey panties. Go figure. 

Since she was working, and the pub, I’m pleased to say, was very busy, she had that mixture of soap/sweat scent that I also adore….and…oh dear….my nose….it directs the air around me, layering it into scents I could draw for you. Give me a few coloured pencils and it was like this. In my immediate vicinity, with Jackie standing almost naked right next to me 85%ordinary air including the background scents of the pub 10% soap/sweat, and 5%….female! The scent. Itself not quite pure vagina, but an amalgam of fabric conditioner and vaginal wetness. Oh dear. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. 

I tried mentally to keep my floodgates closed but the harder I tried, the more pressure built up. You see, I don’t get wet gradually. It’s like turning on a tap. If I’m standing naked and suddenly get turned on, it will run down my inner thigh, there’s that much, that quickly.

And Jackie wasn’t helping. Her next outfit was a blue dress that she hummed and hah’d about before slipping it off and taking her tiny bra off remarking, “Yep….works way better like this.” Yeah…I worked way better like that too." Now my clit woke up and joined the party throbbing nicely. 

Now, Jackie is only here for four weeks before she goes to one of my pubs which isn’t open yet much nearer her home. She won’t be a long-term employee either as University beckons next year. If she works out, she’s welcome back as holiday staff, but right now…well…she would be just welcome! 

Women chatter…especially, for some weird reason when they’re trying on clothes and are half naked together. We were both in just panties and yabbering away about what was functional and cool to wear and good looking. We had a rack of possible contenders when right in the middle of it all, she just said, “Are you gay?” You know, no-one has ever asked me that before. I stammered, “Er….yes. Are you?” 

Jackie replied, “I don’t know. I think I might be. Girls…you know….turn me on, but I’ve never even touched another girl. Come to that, I’ve never even touched a boy.” 

Wow Virgo intacta then? You don’t see many of them around. 

“Well,” I said, still trying to remain aloof and professional, while Miss Brain was yelling “fuckherfuckherfuckherfuckherfuckher” on a loop. “What…er…why haven’t you…um tried?” 

“It’s not that easy!” She was suddenly very serious and intense. “I don’t know if I’m gay….I just get turned on when I see girls…especially when they’re naked…or almost naked. But I don’t know if I could….you know…touch…another girl like that…especially (almost whispered) go down on one.”

Easy question. “Do you masturbate thinking about girls?”

“All the time!” 

I told her how I started in the locker room exploring other girls’ panties and masturbating. Jackie said, “I’ve missed the time to try that.” 

She chatted on about all the reasons she hasn’t approached another girl…about not wanting to ruin friendships….not wanting to offend someone if she backed out, blah blah blah…..so I just took her hand and placed it on my breast. “There. Now, only you can decide if you like it.” Her fingers explore the texture of my boob, and her thumb and forefinger ran over my erect nipple. It felt….well, fucking horny of course. 

Then I reached for her boob and touched that. She didn’t flinch or move away, and in fact it drew a soft moan from her. I reached behind us to lock the door. Then I drew her to me and we just hugged for a while. She initiated the kiss and for a few minutes we snogged like exploring schoolgirls at a sleepover. The innocence of it was rather touching actually.

But I think she knew we would have to move on to the elephant in the room. I gently took her right hand and put it on my panties between my legs. Again, she didn’t retract it, but then she didn’t move her fingers either. “It’s ok. This is just an experiment to see if you like it.” She didn’t reply. I took her wrist and moved her hand to the waistband of my panties and just indicated to her that she could touch me for real….if she wanted. 

Slowly, her hand moved lower. It took an age for her to get over my mound and back deep between my legs. Her eyes opened wide. “Oh! You’re so wet!” I giggled. “Well, yes, of course. I’m into girls, and you, Jackie, are very attractive.” 

I felt the exploration of my clit, and then a finger worked its way inside me. 

What? No! I was very good. Every cell in my body was screaming at me to rip her panties off and suck her off, but I didn’t. I just stood there enjoying her fingering me until her soft voice said, “Touch me too?” I reciprocated by going really slowly, into her panties, through the forest of tangled pubic hair to her wetness which, I may add, was considerable. Pressing a finger gently inside I found her hymen still fully intact. Her brow furrowed in pain as I tried to work a finger through the hole in its centre so I backed off and focused on her clit. 

Her breathing was deep and rapid now, and yet…..and yet we had ‘the big one’ to go. Every girl worries about her natural vaginal scent…and it’s taste. Even if you experiment with both yourself, you don’t know what someone else might think of it, and yes, there can be a wide variety of vaginal scents and tastes/ I’ve found some that taste intensely bitter, and some like tasting pure nectar….some that have a strong scent and others delicate like a newly mown summer meadow. 

I withdrew my hand from her panties and sucked my finger clean. “Some day,” I said, looking her directly in the eye, “some day, there’s a girl out there who will also have the privilege of tasting you. It’s beautiful!” Jackie pulled her finger from deep in me and, very hesitantly, did the same. After a while, she said “Oh wow! That….that’s amazing. It make me want to taste you…for real.” 

Well, what’s a good employer to do? Got to keep the staff happy. I told her she could, if she wanted to. She knelt before me and I spread my legs bending at the knees to accommodate her. This, regrettably, is my ‘maximum squirt’ position. Oh dear! She was hesitant at first…clearly not knowing what to do, but I told her to use her imagination. “Just do what you think you’d like someone to do for you…lick my clit…tongue me inside…finger me inside…whatever has passed through your mind as something you might like. 

Five minutes later, I had cum strongly in her mouth. I don’t think I squirted, but I might have. She didn't comment on it. But she did ask me to return the favour. Sucking a virgin. Is there any greater honour? I bathed in her scent, her taste, and the only thing that held me back from fingering her was that hymen. I did finger her as deeply as I dared though and then, quite suddenly, it simply gave way. It was like suddenly it simply wasn’t there anymore. It didn’t seem to cause her pain, although there was a tiny trickle of blood. This gave me access to her g-spot. 

Fingering that…..I don’t think she had ever cum so violently. She had to stuff a fist in her mouth to stop the screaming, and she did pee…but who cares? 

Afterwards, with the tiny room feeling of sex, we clambered back into our panties, but when I told her I sometimes liked to wear other girls’ used undies because it felt horny, she wanted to swap. I think we were both a little unsteady on our feet as we went back into the busy bar and served customers. 

At the end of her shift I took her to a local restaurant where we had a light supper and talked things through. 

“Well….now you know.”

“Yes…now I know.”

“What we did, lovely, is the very tip of what sex is, and what two girls can do together.”

“Really?”

‘Yes, really. There’s anal play, we didn’t do any of that….there’s endless role plays….sex outdoors, in public places where you might get seen, sex…even just masturbation where you do get seen…..threesomes, moresomes, pee play…”

“Speaking of that. I’m sorry. I think I peed when I came.”

“You did. But what makes you think that’s a bad thing? Some like it, some don’t. I happen to love it. In fact, one of the ‘naughty’ things I do when I’m alone and want to masturbate in a dirty way is to pee my panties very very slowly. Sometimes I do it outdoors. It turns me on like crazy. But my wife and I use it during sex sometimes as well. You may find that two girls together are way less inhibited than when you’re with a guy…..speaking of which, do you think you’ll try straight sex?”

“I think so….just to know where my attraction truly is….but it’s a bit cruel isn’t it….to screw a guy just as an experiment…I mean, who’d go for that? ‘I don’t love you, and I’m only doing this to see if I enjoy cock. I might even ask you to stop’. No guy would go for that.” 

“Well, I’m bi-sexual, and I know a guy who would be your perfect first time. He would do anything you wanted and if you called stop at any time, he would.”

Looks like TLC will be fucking a virgin before long. 

As we chatted, anal play came up during which Jackie told me that heterosexual anal porn does turn her on. “I think I’d like my arse played with.” (Again that quiet half-whisper) “I sometimes finger myself there when I masturbate.’’ 

I was getting turned on again, so I told her. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? For what?”

“Sorry that I’m making a dreadful mess in your panties. I’m getting very turned on again.”

Jackie giggled “Me too!” 

Oh, those wonderful pauses in sexually charged conversations…and the unspoken words that are transmitted and received.

I looked at the candle light reflected in her (I noticed) widely dilated pupils, and knew….absolutely knew….she could go again, right here, right now. 

Five minutes later, in a restroom stall, she was again biting her fist while I licked her out, except this time, my finger was up her bum. Again, a huge orgasm, and again, squirt/pee…whatever. 

My turn, this time seated, she knelt in front of me and just looked at me, spread-legged. For a horrible moment, I thought she might change her mind, and if she did, I would have to take it stoically and sensitively, but without looking up, she said, “Pee for me.” She looked at her ruined panties around my ankles. “In those. I want to see.” As it happens, it would probably be for the best if I did so now rather than risk something awful happening when I came. 

I’m not going to tell you what she did as I peed….for one thing, it’s private to her, and for another, I know some of you don’t like pee play. What she did after I’d finished, was suck my clit to a shattering orgasm with her finger in my bum. Doing to others what you like doing to yourself is a winner….every time.

I admit I was having a touch of the knee shakes as we walked out of that little restaurant. 

Back home, I couldn’t sleep. Miss Brain had her paint box out and was happily painting pictures of Jackie in various costumes….school uniform….tennis outfit….fishnet body stocking holding a leather whip….even a nun (for fucks sake) but I knew under the habit, she was naked. Art lesson over, Miss Brain then led me through a large number of role plays with Jackie, including one where TLC fucked her in front of me, both vaginally and anally. Mmmm. Oh, and plenty of scenarios with me and Dani and Jackie, me and Emily and Jackie, Dani and Jackie, Emily and Jackie. 

It’s been a long, long time since I wanked my clit so much it hurt to touch it, and a longer time still since I had to rely on purely vaginal/mental orgasms, but as the first light of dawn etched its fingers across the velvet darkness of night, I also realised it’s been a long, long time, since I’ve wanked the night away too! 

I grabbed a few hours sleep, rising at an embarrassing 10:30am….and then the slightly stilted walk of shame downstairs, and Dani…..she took one look at me and a slow, lecherous smile spread across her face and the “Good morning.” that followed, well, mere words can’t describe the meaning she rammed into those two words. Like she hasn’t done the walk of shame! Cheeky bitch. 

Fortunately, there is a magic cream that cures all ills, and although it made my vulva look like it’s been badly panties white, an hour later I could barely feel any discomfort at all. By mid afternoon, I felt back to normal, although I also knew my clit was out of action for at least mother 48 hours. 

Jackie had reclaimed her soaked panties, and given me back mine. Equally soaked, but for entirely different reasons. 

What a day…..what a night. 

Emily is home on Saturday morning, and I’ll be back in operation by then. We have a day planned which encompasses watching Charles getting his new hat at Westminster Abbey, and my parents, sister and TLC watching it with us. Dani will prepare one of her Cordon Bleu buffets, and we have arranged to either watch it on the home cinema if it’s raining outside, or if it’s a glorious day, we have a large TV we can wheel out from the pool complex and watch on the patio. 

Job done, I think. 

Oh, yes, we did choose a. 'House brand' uniform for the pub chain. And yes, that includes a ‘with pants’ version if I ever get any male applicants. As a purely coincidental by-the-way, by chef wanted the kitchen staff in ‘whites’. “If they look professional, they’ll act professionally.” She is simply brilliant, and looking forward to spreading her influence across the other three pubs. 

Ouch….my clit…!