Caught Crossdressing at Work
I got caught crossdressing at work.
Many evenings, after the people around me have left the office, I'll slip into some lingerie and stockings, maybe some pantyhose, then go online to chat on cam.
I love a satiny chemise or short nighty. Occasionally, I stay really late or come in on a weekend and get fully dressed in my full-on, sexy secretary best.
(I wear panties and perfume everyday. Though, I'm starting to get the feeling from little comments a few coworkers have made that my little secret might not be so secret.)
One evening about a month ago, everyone had left (or so I thought), so I slipped into my favorite outfit, a silky black babydoll nighty, matching panties, black stockings with a seam down the back, and shiny black pumps.
I have a black button-up shirt, that I can throw on if I hear someone walking by. In order to see the "bottom half" of my cubicle, a person would have to actually walk into my row, which never really happened before.
I was online chatting when I heard the elevator doors open. This happens sometimes, so I didn't panic. I pulled on the black button-up shirt, scooched forward a little under my desk, and continued typing.
To my great shock and surprise, A****, my very hot cubicle neighbor walked around the corner. She NEVER stays late, ever. I thought, Oh, no! She has the cubicle right beside mine!
She started walking over towards her desk, and she said, "Hey! I got stuck in a meeting. Still here, huh?"
I flushed, swallowed the lump in my throat, and managed a truncated, "Uh-huh." I was scooching forward as stealthily as I could, trying to pull my shirt down, gather myself, though it was almost pointless; my stockings-clad legs and shiny black pumps were pretty exposed.
A**** got to her desk without paying me too much attention. She was talking about the meeting, gathering some things on her desk, and getting ready to go.
I looked down at myself. I was not fully exposed, but not fully covered either. A cursory glance down from her would be enough to fill in the blanks.
Finally, A**** turned to look at me. "Don't stay too...," she said briefly glancing down, "um, too late tonight. I'm, uh, heading home." She didn't stare, but there was definitely a pause. She looked down, and paused.
At the time, I couldn't be 100% certain if she saw me and chose to ignore it (I mean, what was she supposed to say?) or if she just didn't really look DOWN down, or didn’t process the information.
She gathered up her things and started walking out. She stopped, turned and said, "Well, See you tomorrow."
My mouth was dry, my throat was swollen, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I mangaged to say, "Um, sure."
A**** smiled, said "Okay, bye," and walked out.
I was freaking out. Would she tell my boss? Would she tell my coworkers? Would I be fired, humiliated? I was wearing LINGERIE and STOCKINGS at my desk; that has to be a violation of the dress code, right? The next 24 hours I was terrified. As far as I know she didn't say a word to anyone, though, or didn’t notice. The next day, she didn't mention it, nor did I.
Last Wednesday, week before last, I was dressed again at my cubicle, chatting on a cam site, when A**** came around the corner unexpectedly (no elevator this time, she came from the other side of the building). I threw on the shirt as fast as I could.
A**** walked up, looked square at me over the top of my cubicle and said, "Don't mind me, night owl."
My shirt wasn't buttoned up. I was not well-hidden. At all. She just giggled, then went to her desk and sat down. I buttoned up the shirt and scooched again. (It seemed to work last time!)
After a few minutes, she stood up to leave, looked down--clearly down at my black panties, stockings, and shiny black pumps. There was an unmistakable pause. A quick glance up and down, then she gathered her things with a wry grin.
All she said then was, "Have a great night, hun." Then, she winked at me.
That wink could have knocked me flat over. I didn't even answer her. I was too shocked.
She walked out without another word.
Maybe the first time she maybe didn't see me, or just couldn't process it; but after this second time, she knows. I know she knows. I hope it will stay our little secret now.