About the time I described in my other posts I was starting my first job, at a government office near Covent Garden in London. I worked with a group of other young people my age. Some of them lived near me, and i would see them at weekends as well as at work.

One Saturday I was shopping at a department store, browsing nervously in the lingerie department looking for matching bras and panties. I didn't realise it, but I was seen by a woman from the office. I was too busy gettiing off on the sexy look and feel of the undies, and the knowing looks of the shopgirls.

I kept my body shaved smooth then, and had started wearing sexy panties and stockings to work under my suit every day.  The Monday after the girl who had seen me at the shop waited until I was copying documents in the photocopying room. She slipped up to me and asked if I was wearing the sexy underwear I had bought at the weekend. I was too taken aback to lie, and I said I wasn't, but had some satin pink ones on at the moment. She giggled and slapped my butt.

That afternoon, she said that we would all be going out to the pub later that week, and that I should make sure I was well-dressed for the occasion. That morning I packed a rucksack with a change of undies and a short, light summer dress ending just above my knees.

 At 5pm the girl came to me and asked me to follow her. We went into the basement and into an empty office. Three of the other girls in the office were there, giggling. "Go on", one said "We're all girls here, getting ready for a night out. Time to get dressed" One started undoing my shirt and giggled at the satin cami she found. Another loosened my belt and pulled down my trousers. Soon I was standing there in my panties, stockings and cami. They helped me into my bra and into my dress, then helped make me up. I put on my heels, and then we all sent out. One of my male colleagues took my arm, and we went to the pub.

We had a great night. I was chatted up by a man at the bar, and my friends took me to the ladies, where we giggled together. "He really fancies you, Mandy". And he did. I was daring enough to kiss him, stroke his leg, accidentally on purpose touch his cock through his trousers. He wanted to take me home, but I thought not on the first date...