Going commando in his trousers wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but it was a hell of a lot better than dealing with those panties riding up his butt. Steve buried himself in his work, trying to forget about how he possibly could have wound up wearing them.
And it worked - Steve was feeling more productive than he had in a long time, so much so that he decided it was time to take a break. Making his way to the break room, the look of pride on his face melted into one of worry as he felt an all-to-familiar bunching. He paused in front of the coffee maker, made sure nobody was looking, and loosened his wedgie. He ducked his hand into his pockets, and sure enough the panties were gone. What the hell?? Steve thought, Am I losing my mind or something?
Before he could duck off to the bathroom again he felt another constriction he hadn't noticed before. This time around his chest. No fucking way... His hands shot upward, even through his dress shirt he could feel the lace, and the satin cool against the skin of his chest. He turned to face the chrome paper towel dispenser on the wall, where he could clearly see the hot pink bra he was wearing under his white dress shirt. The same sexy little number Kate would wear with her schoolgirl outfit. The one that gave her such amazing cleavage, the one that peeked out from the low-cut, half-unbuttoned top she'd wear. Her bra. On him.
