"Ow my head..." Wendy muttered to herself as she got off the floor, dusting her breasts off. Feeling her head for any serious injury, she was relieved to find none, "Just a little bump then." As her papers were being printed, she felt like she was forgetting something, something important, looking down at her naked body, her C-cup breasts and her moderately sized bush, she didn't see anything out of the ordinary, aside from some lint that she plucked out of her hair.
"My work suit for today." Those last words before bumping her head had altered her minds perception of what was normal work-wear. Not that she realized it.
Humming to herself, the black-haired beauty strolled down the cubicles counting her papers, making sure everything was there. Once she was satisfied that all her papers were there, she put them in a folder to drop off at the mail room on her way out. Grabbing her purse, the folder, and ensuring her computer was off, she walked calmly out the door to the main hallway.
Oblivious to the show that she'd be offering anyone who happened to see her, she walked calmly to the elevator and pushed the 'B1' button, to drop the folder off at the mailroom. Leaning up against the handbar in the elevator, she felt goosebumps cover her body as the cold metal pressed up against her bare bottom, but ignored it as a side-effect of her choice of workwear. Once the door opened up, she walked down the sacks of mail and piles of paper that would be sorted on the coming weekday. As she approached the mailroom office, she saw a head of blonde hair typing away at a computer screen, Janice, she remembered correctly.
"Here's those papers you wanted from accounting." Wendy said as she offered the folder to Janice.
"Thanks Wendy, I'll..." Janice's voice died in her throat at seeing the black-haired Godiva that stood in her office. "Wendy, did you forget something?"
Wendy shook her head, "Nope. I made sure that's everything was in that folder you asked for. I'll see you on Monday!" Turning around, Wendy gave Janice a beautiful view of her well shaped buttocks jiggling as she strolled out the door and back to the elevator to go home.
Janice for her part started rubbing her eyes, "I think my coffee's gone bad..." she muttered, dumping the coffee in the trash.
Back with Wendy, she was smiling confidently at her completion of what she came here to do, and strolled through the buildings lobby, still unaware of what she was doing. Emerging from the building to the glorious sunset, she stretched a bit in the sun, and began her long walk back to her car.
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