> ## Content Index > Fetch the complete content index at: https://heidibaueroriginals.com/llms.txt > Use this file to discover other available public pages before exploring further. # Intimacy in the City – Chapter 12 - URL: https://heidibaueroriginals.com/intimacy-in-the-city-chapter-12/ - Published: 2025-11-13T23:08:31.000Z - Updated: 2026-05-20T17:46:19.000Z - Description: I ordered something ultra-hot: a pink set consisting of a transparent bra with playful details and matching transparent panties. It will go perfectly with my outfit tonight. - Author: Heidi Bauer - Tags: in the office, #Import 2026-08-23 21:07 # [to first capter](https://heidibaueroriginals.com/intimacy-in-the-city-chapter-1/) **The hot transparent lingerie set is making me sweat, but not in the way I expected.** Friday morning. I'm sitting in my office thinking about what hot underwear I could wear tonight. Suddenly, an email notification pops up. “Dear Heidi, your package will be delivered today.” No way, how cool is that! Hopefully, the delivery person will leave it with my neighbor so I can pick it up there. I ordered something ultra-hot: A pink set consisting of a transparent bra with playful details and matching transparent panties. It will go perfectly with my outfit tonight. I didn't think it would arrive so soon. Suddenly it dawns on me. Why is the email showing up on my work computer? Damn! I USED MY OFFICE ADDRESS AS THE DELIVERY ADDRESS. The mail is opened centrally by the old office dragon. She's never said a good word about anyone. Now she'll tell everyone what indecent things I've ordered. What am I going to do? The best thing to do is to quickly intercept the delivery driver. Then I'll just make my cleavage a little bigger and he'll hand it over to me directly. Yes, that's what I'll do. I grab my office key and rush to the reception desk. Just as I turn the corner, I see the delivery driver getting into his car and driving away. Damn! What do I do now? The office dragon definitely doesn't like women. Hopefully she hasn't opened the package yet. She always opens all packages immediately! I take a deep breath, put on my most charming smile, and chirp, “Hellooooo!” “Heidi, you're here!” a man's voice replies. “Kevin! What are you doing here?” “I filled in. She suddenly got sick. I wanted to help,” Kevin replies with his loyal doggy eyes. Oh, Kevin is someone very special. He has a heart of gold, but sometimes he's a little disorganized. Above all, his eye-catching shirts and T-shirts with absurd motifs and patterns are just too cool. Yesterday he wore a shirt with flamingos on it. The week before, it was UFOs. Today, his shirt is adorned with pizzas. “Kevin! You haven't opened the packages yet, have you?” “Oh, I'm supposed to open them?” he asks, his eyes wide. “Yes, Kevin! That's the job here, but it's great that you forgot!” I think to myself rather than saying it out loud. “Would you be so kind as to give me my package?” “Sure!” He searches through the stack of packages that just arrived. But he can't find anything. “Strange, it should be here.” “Has anyone picked up their stuff yet?” “Yep, Gerald,” Kevin replies. “Maybe I accidentally gave him your package.” Damn! Not him! Gerald, Mr. Nitpicker himself. --- This can't be happening. Now the biggest nitpicker in town has my package with the sexy lingerie. There are many horror stories to tell about Gerald. Sometimes he stands right behind you and notices that you're surfing the web for personal reasons during work hours. He loves to say, “Are you going to report this yourself, or should I do it?” He immediately makes every little mistake public. Quick. I have to get the package before he opens it. My steps quicken. So does my pulse. Just a few more meters and I'll be in front of his office. I stop in front of his door and wonder. Since when has his door been open? He always keeps it closed. I sneak up as quietly as possible so as not to be noticed. The crack in the door allows me to see his desk and him. Suddenly, something silver glitters in the sun. Oh no! Gerald has taken out his box cutter and is opening a package. My package! The pink wrapping is so not businesslike. Fuck! What am I going to do? Now the whole company will find out what kind of sexy underwear I wear. I want to run away, but I can't stop watching him. What is he doing now? He's smelling the panties! That can't be. I haven't even worn them. Time to go on the offensive! This isn't right. “Gerald, did you just open a package from me?” I didn't expect what happened next. --- “Ms. Bauer! You have violated § 17 of the internal company regulations. Use of the internal mail infrastructure for private purposes is strictly prohibited.” “Gerald, you made up the internal company regulations yourself.” “And yet they have become established and, above all, proven themselves!” he replies. “Gerald, I saw you sniffing those panties. I don't think that's allowed.” He rubs his chin thoughtfully. “Ms. Bauer, I could show mercy if you...” “If I...?” I ask. “If you put on the underwear and masturbate into the panties.” Excuse me? That's not possible! On the other hand, it would stay between us. “Should I do it here in front of you?” “Ms. Bauer, of course not. That violates company policy.” “Of course, Gerald,” I grin to myself. I grab the lingerie set and disappear into my office. Once there, I close my door and undress. The fabric feels hot. It's crazy that I'm supposed to cum in these panties now. I sit down on my desk, spread my legs, and start touching myself. My labia are throbbing, and a thick layer of wetness forms in my slit. Just the idea that the whole company could find out what kind of sexy underwear I'm wearing makes me leak. I push my middle and index fingers deep into my pussy and let them smack. God, it's so hot and naughty. I leak into my panties and come really hard. About 15 minutes later, I knock on Gerald's door. I put my wet panties on his desk. He stares incredulously at the wet, pink panties. His eyes shine. “As I said, Ms. Bauer. Mercy before justice. Of course, you will get your panties back as soon as possible.” Phew. That was a close call. [next chapter](https://heidibaueroriginals.com/intimacy-in-the-city-chapter-13/)