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It’s the beginning of a new work week for fifty four year old Dorothy Culver. She’s the head of the Purchasing department at a medium sized chemical company in the Midwest United States. Just out of the shower she dries herself off then wraps the oversized towel around her she moves to her bedroom where her second husband Jeff of twenty years still lay sleeping. Quietly she pulls a skirt from her closet along with a blouse and a business style jacket. “These will work” she tells herself looking at the outfit in the dim light. As she stands in front of her dresser brushing out her short lightly curled naturally blond hair (She’s the second generation of German immigrants that left Germany just before the war) the towel slips off and onto the floor. She looks at her body in the dim light in the mirror. Yes, she had put on a few pounds over the years but she thinks they are in the right places. She has round hips and full breasts, and she certainly isn’t ashamed of either of them. She turns side to side to get a good look, yes, she’s happy with herself considering her age.
She rummages around her bra drawer and pulls out a black lacy one that she’s worn before with the tan blouse and you can barely see the bra underneath, but even if you can she never let that stop her, she doesn’t mind the sideways glances of the other women at work or the occasional leers from the older men. She feels comfortable in her skin and she looks more professional than most women in the workplace. Her jewelry is an accessory for her and she likes to wear it, a couple thin necklaces and bracelets along with her wedding rings and diamond stud earrings that were a Christmas present years ago from her husband Jeff, and she just loves them. Opening the other closet as quietly as she can she reaches down and takes out her black three inch heels and drops them on the floor then slips her feet into them. Adjusting her outfit in the mirror she then sprays a light mist of her perfume onto her blouse, “Just a hint of it” she thinks is plenty.
She rummages around her bra drawer and pulls out a black lacy one that she’s worn before with the tan blouse and you can barely see the bra underneath, but even if you can she never let that stop her, she doesn’t mind the sideways glances of the other women at work or the occasional leers from the older men. She feels comfortable in her skin and she looks more professional than most women in the workplace. Her jewelry is an accessory for her and she likes to wear it, a couple thin necklaces and bracelets along with her wedding rings and diamond stud earrings that were a Christmas present years ago from her husband Jeff, and she just loves them. Opening the other closet as quietly as she can she reaches down and takes out her black three inch heels and drops them on the floor then slips her feet into them. Adjusting her outfit in the mirror she then sprays a light mist of her perfume onto her blouse, “Just a hint of it” she thinks is plenty.