Authors note: This is part of the Nude day contest. I hope you enjoy! Vote high and vote often!
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I really hated working weekends, but here I was doing just that. Partly because I felt like I had to and partly because I felt like it was important that if I have my people working on a weekend, I should be equally willing to be there with them. The had to part was because I'd been out for the last three days at a customer site working with them on finalizing the design requirements for a new shopping center. The equally willing portion was because I had at least half of my engineering team working to finish the last documents for a bid that had to go out Monday. I felt bad having them working a Saturday, but it had to be done and if they had to be here, well so did I.
I sat down at my computer in my office, able to look over my set of dual monitors and out my office door to the cubicle farm in the main room of the engineering department. I could see a few heads moving about the cubicles, stepping from little box to little box as they coordinated their efforts with each other. While I was gone I had time to deal only with most urgent e-mails. Now was time to dig into the rest, starting all the way back at Wednesday.
I had managed to work my way all the way to Thursday when I hear a soft tap on the doorframe. I looked up and my jaw about hit the floor. Tiffany, the company president, stepped into my office, inside the door several feet and leaned back against the wall. Tiffany owned the company, and it was a truly minority firm. Not only was it owned by a woman, but other than a very few positions, like mine, the entire engineering staff, the cad technicians and what I liked to call the numbers group, were women. Many of those young ladies were minorities as well.
Don't get me wrong. Not a one of the staff held their position because they were minorities, but because they were damn good at what they did. Tiffany had intended her firm to be all women, but the simple facts of life in a man's world were that many of her customers tended to try and push the women around in ways that they wouldn't push a man around. Hence I was hired as the engineering manager, most particularly to deal with the customers in ways that the previous young woman couldn't seem to.
Tiffany was five foot eight without heels, though I rarely saw her without heels. I'd seen her hundreds of times in the last four years, but never like this. She stood in my office, her hair in a curly doo, her makeup as perfect as it always was. She had a string of large pearls around her neck and black four inch heels. I'd always thought she was a fine looking woman, only a dozen or so years younger than my fifty years, wide in all the appropriate places, narrow in those too. I'd always guessed that her thin silk blouses hid a very nice pair of breasts, at least a thirty-eight double D or larger. I could now see that they were indeed larger. Her skin was creamy white, a stark contrast to auburn hair, including the small, neatly trimmed triangle of auburn curls just above the juncture of her legs. I knew all this because she was standing in my office wearing nothing but those pearls and heels.
I sat and stared at her, my mouth hanging open, unable to utter a word as my eyes ate up the sexy view in front of me. She looked down at her feet, shuffled them slightly, leaning against the wall with her hands behind her round ass.
"Um," I mumbled, not sure what to say.
"Took me almost an hour to work up the courage to come out of my office like this," she said looking up at me. "I was hoping that I could come in here for a little moral support, but it looks like you're not participating," she said with a frown.
"Participating?" I finally got out after several more seconds.
"Of course. You know how I feel about my department managers. I expect them to lead by example," she said as she stepped toward my desk, pulled the chair I kept next to the wall over to the side of my desk and settled lightly into it, crossing her legs, one dangling over the other, her four-inch high heel slipping on and off her heel as she flexed her toes.
"Tiffany," I said opening and closing my mouth half a dozen times with nothing coming out. "You look incredible, but I'd hardly expected to see you come into my office naked."
"Well, how else would I be today?" she asked as if the question explained the entire situation.
"Dressed?" I asked.
She looked at me curiously, then closed her eyes, tilted her head back and let out a long sigh. "Scott. Have you read all your e-mails?"
"No. I'm just trying to get caught up now. Why?"
She pushed herself up from the chair, her pussy briefly visible, full round outer lips with soft looking inner lips protruding downward enticingly. "Read the one I sent Friday," she said as she turned and walked across my office and out without another word. I quickly looked back to my computer, scrolled down to Friday's e-mails and found the one she sent to the entire company list. Subject: Holiday Observance.
As you all know we have long made it a habit of celebrating any holiday that is nominated by any employee. This Saturday is the annual observance of National Nude Day. This particular holiday has been nominated for a number of years, but since it would be inappropriate with the public able to come in, I have never allowed it. Since this year NND falls on a Saturday, I will allow its observance. I know a number of staff are going to be in working, but for those of you who are not, I will allow a half day flex time between Saturday and Monday to allow those not required to work this Saturday to come in and enjoy the celebration if they so choose.
As with all of our holiday observances, this is intended to build camaraderie among the members of our company family. As with all of the holidays we observe, let's remember to keep all thoughts and comments positive. We are all individuals and we can choose to participate or not participate at our own comfort levels and any negative comments, innuendo or reactions will be dealt with in the strongest possible terms.
So, enjoy the holiday. Feel free to express yourself as you see fit. I will, of course come in and celebrate along with you to the best of my abilities.
Mrs. K."
"National Nude Day?" I asked my computer out loud. "Is that even a thing?" It only took a quick search to find out that it was indeed a real thing, a real thing that I was now expected to partake in celebrating. I picked up my phone and dialed the three-digit extension from memory.
"Yes Scott?"
Tiffany answered, either seeing my name pop up on the caller ID or expecting my call.
"Tiffany. Are you serious about this?"
"I am. The secretarial staff have nominated this holiday for the last three years. I really can't say no forever, can I?"
