Working with Trista

"No, not like that, let's see the whole thing," said as she stopped working and stared at me. I started to make the excuse that it wouldn't be exactly proper attire, and others might see. She said "Nonsense, I'll make you a deal." She said she had on something similar under her shorts and tee shirt. She'd go down to what amounted to volleyball shorts and a sports bra if I were to remove my clothing and go in just the spandex I had on underneath.

This is one of those decisions where taking the time to think things through would have helped. She already had told me she planned to lie out at the pool; my window overlooked the pool, so I would see basically the same outfit the next afternoon. However, sometimes patience is hard to come by.

I took off my tee shirt, leaving the navy spandex shirt I had on underneath and looked at Trista. "Keep going," she instructed as she waved her hand indicating her impatience. I felt my cock growing harder in the spandex shorts, knowing that it would be fully on display. I slipped my loose basketball shorts down, revealing only the compression shorts underneath, my hardness pushing against the Lycra material. Standing before her in only the spandex attire, I looked up at Trista who was smiling.

"Seems like you really enjoy being in just that tight little outfit," she smirked. I started to stammer a response or an excuse and mumbled something about being seen by others, but she just laughed and said, "Don't worry about being seen by others; unless they're up close, they won't be able to tell. It's just not all that noticeable." Talk about a low-blow.

Trista went back to work and I asked her about her taking off part of her clothing. "Oh we took that break so I sort of cooled off. Plus it looks like you have enough trouble controlling that little thing without me in skimpy attire." I couldn't understand it but I was harder than ever being out in the open like this in just spandex, everything on display and being picked on about my size by my co-worker.