Ladies in suits
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I love woman is suits, especially then it is a pants and jackets with no top underneath...
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I’m a huge fan of the classic “power suit” jacket and skirt with the heels. White, cream, or red silk blouse unbuttoned just so.
I’m a huge fan of the classic “power suit” jacket and skirt with the heels. White, cream, or red silk blouse unbuttoned just so.
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Oh yes. I think of that as the "Melrose Place" look!
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Wearing a suit, skirt, nice blouse and jacket, makes me feel very professional even a little powerful. However, I always feel like I must wear hose and that I don't care for as much.
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You could always go with stockings.
I hope you're wearing naughty lingerie underneath all that.
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Nice lingerie goes without saying. Naughty? It depends on your definition. I hate thongs.
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When I said hose I meant that to cover both stockings and pantyhose. Have you ever worn stockings? There are challenges to any kind of nylons and stockings may be sexy, but they are not near as convenient as pantyhose.
Definitely like BOTH these ideas, Very sexy!
Never worn them, but I do admit they are sexy. However, if they are that much of a PIA, you can go without! I bet you look amazing in a suit.
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I have an unhealthy obsession for business suits. Here is the origin story of my obsession. I apologize for length, but I think this may be therapeutic for me.
I finished college in the late 1990s. I had jobs in college where I occasionally had to be in professional settings, but nothing particularly formal. Back then, a Lady's Power Suit included a matching jacket and skirt, a loose-fitting blouse, and pointy spike heels. It did not escape my attention that skirt lengths had become super short by about 1995.
In 1999, I had finished all the college I needed. I got my first "big boy job" where I had my own customers, my own office, and support staff that I shared with two other people in my role. The job had a business formal dress code, five days a week.
First day of work, I am given the tour starting at the top floor of the office. I am introduced to the founder, some of the senior partners and execs I will be working with. I am told that I will meet "Amber," the junior partner I will report to, when she gets back to the office later.
We go to the lower floors of the building where the junior professional staff and the administrators work. When we get down the stairs I realize that most of the support staff is late 20s and early 30s women, and nearly all of them incredibly hot. Support staff work in pods of four people in the open space in the center of the floor. I am shown to the pod where my assistant works alongside three other women. One of the women is (a) about 23 or 24, (b) scintillatingly and distractingly beautiful, and (c) wearing a red, tight, short business suit and incredibly sexy heels. I am introduced to her, but in the fog of arousal I cannot remember her name. [Note: In fact, I could not remember her name for two or three weeks of working there because every time I was in her presence, I became entranced by the smell her hair or the sight of her thighs or a peek of her bra. This would lead to visions of me bending her over the filing cabinet, and next thing I knew I was back sitting at my desk with little memory of talking to her.]
I am then shown to my little office. The office manager and IT guy show me how to log into the computer system, I am handed a stack of assignments, and then left alone. I start finding my way around the server, reading through my first few assignments and figuring out the research and communications systems. I then become engrossed in a project.
20 minutes into my project, the hottest woman I had ever seen walked into my office. It is "Amber," the junior partner to whom I reported. She was maybe 32, about 5'7", blonde, perfect sized breasts (I am not into "big"), she was in incredible physical shape, and she was wearing a perfectly snug, incredibly short, yellow suit, again with sexy heels. She sat in my guest chair and crossed her legs. I could see a hint of bra or camisole. I had to work hard to look at her eyes and I had an erection the entire time while she introduced herself, asked about my experience, and told me about a project she could use me on.
There was a lot of turnover in support staff, and every replacement seemed to be young, hot, female, and dressed in a snug business suit. The younger guys in the office developed a sort of telephone tree every time a new hot staffer showed up.
This lasted about a year. Then the company adopted a "business casual" dress code, which ruined all my fantasies, since loose-fitting flared jeans and chinos were all the rage back then.
"Amber" (or at least my memory of her at that office in 1999) was, and remains, the genesis of my obsession with a tailored women's skirt-suit. To this day, I think it is the sexiest look on a fully dressed woman--and I still have an entire mental archive of images of "Amber" in different suits.
I finished college in the late 1990s. I had jobs in college where I occasionally had to be in professional settings, but nothing particularly formal. Back then, a Lady's Power Suit included a matching jacket and skirt, a loose-fitting blouse, and pointy spike heels. It did not escape my attention that skirt lengths had become super short by about 1995.
In 1999, I had finished all the college I needed. I got my first "big boy job" where I had my own customers, my own office, and support staff that I shared with two other people in my role. The job had a business formal dress code, five days a week.
First day of work, I am given the tour starting at the top floor of the office. I am introduced to the founder, some of the senior partners and execs I will be working with. I am told that I will meet "Amber," the junior partner I will report to, when she gets back to the office later.
We go to the lower floors of the building where the junior professional staff and the administrators work. When we get down the stairs I realize that most of the support staff is late 20s and early 30s women, and nearly all of them incredibly hot. Support staff work in pods of four people in the open space in the center of the floor. I am shown to the pod where my assistant works alongside three other women. One of the women is (a) about 23 or 24, (b) scintillatingly and distractingly beautiful, and (c) wearing a red, tight, short business suit and incredibly sexy heels. I am introduced to her, but in the fog of arousal I cannot remember her name. [Note: In fact, I could not remember her name for two or three weeks of working there because every time I was in her presence, I became entranced by the smell her hair or the sight of her thighs or a peek of her bra. This would lead to visions of me bending her over the filing cabinet, and next thing I knew I was back sitting at my desk with little memory of talking to her.]
I am then shown to my little office. The office manager and IT guy show me how to log into the computer system, I am handed a stack of assignments, and then left alone. I start finding my way around the server, reading through my first few assignments and figuring out the research and communications systems. I then become engrossed in a project.
20 minutes into my project, the hottest woman I had ever seen walked into my office. It is "Amber," the junior partner to whom I reported. She was maybe 32, about 5'7", blonde, perfect sized breasts (I am not into "big"), she was in incredible physical shape, and she was wearing a perfectly snug, incredibly short, yellow suit, again with sexy heels. She sat in my guest chair and crossed her legs. I could see a hint of bra or camisole. I had to work hard to look at her eyes and I had an erection the entire time while she introduced herself, asked about my experience, and told me about a project she could use me on.
There was a lot of turnover in support staff, and every replacement seemed to be young, hot, female, and dressed in a snug business suit. The younger guys in the office developed a sort of telephone tree every time a new hot staffer showed up.
This lasted about a year. Then the company adopted a "business casual" dress code, which ruined all my fantasies, since loose-fitting flared jeans and chinos were all the rage back then.
"Amber" (or at least my memory of her at that office in 1999) was, and remains, the genesis of my obsession with a tailored women's skirt-suit. To this day, I think it is the sexiest look on a fully dressed woman--and I still have an entire mental archive of images of "Amber" in different suits.
