I had just returned from lunch and went about my usual routine. I chatted up and flirted with all the naked ladies in our call center. On my way back to my office, I peeked in on my two nude appointment setters who shared the same office.
"How are you girls doing?" I asked.
"We're fine," they answered in practiced unison.
"Do you have time to show me how fine you are?" I always raised my eyebrows when I got to that part.
"Oh okay" "I guess" they mumbled and stood up. All part of the routine. Then they leaned over their desks, presenting their delightfully bare rumps to me, wearing nothing but their high heels and minimal jewelry.
Patti had short blonde hair and was exceptionally curvy, about twenty-five. Lorna was in her late thirties with auburn hair almost down to that sweet ass, and had a nice, slim figure.
I stepped in between those two, one hand on each rear end. By agreement, I never went too far between the cheeks, and I never touched them between their pretty legs. Although, with all of their squirming around from my man handling, I did get more than a few glimpses of paradise.
After only a few minutes I would sigh. "Thank you ladies! I think I'm ready to face the rest of the day!"
Invariably they would both giggle and even blush a little as they turned around and sat back down. Looking intently at their bared bodies, I wondered if it was time to switch to a bit of two-girl titty play instead.
Back in my office at last and there was a post-it from Ella, my boss. Seemingly old-fashioned for a woman who worked naked-- but then she had a habit of teasing everyone with post-its over her nipples at times. "Oh these," she would say, "I forgot all about them! Please don't report me to H. R. for covering up!"
She was a crazy woman so of course I loved her.
"See me when you get back from lunch and are done molesting helpless naked women. Re potential new hire" read the note.
Well. It wasn't molestation when it was all agreed upon by all parties. All sexual touching had to be voluntary on the ladies' part; we even had a written agreement on file since our little ass-fun time was "frequent, i. e., more than once per week, although lasting less than five (5) minutes each occurrence."
The company had gone Full Female Nude five months ago; then Phase Two or Intimate Friday a month later. Was I getting used to all the women nude at work? Almost. How about Intimate Friday? I was three weeks away from my wedding and I had reacted by taken my penis out of circulation.
It had been almost a year since we all learned that Nude Therapy was only a way to get us all used to seeing naked ladies at work. What seemed to be nothing but localized nonsense was actually part of a larger, nationwide plan to totally change our response to public female nudity.
I went through my emails quickly and saw messages from Anne, my fiancée. I thought I was hard five minutes ago, but just seeing her name... I was nutty in love + lust. She kept reminding me of our next appointment for what was becoming an increasingly crazy wedding. So much for "something small: just family and friends."
But, on to Ella. She was about 5' 6" with short black hair and those cute curls just below the ears. Her body was nice and compact at about 34B - 28 - 34. She always noted her Southern Italian heritage, and how her skin invariably turned golden brown-- with no tan lines-- every summer.
As I walked to her office and smiled at naked Greta, her older blonde secretary, I sort of had to stop to catch my breath. For one: Ella was in a perpetual state of horniness that I would have to deal with. Then, if she was talking about the same new hire who would work directly under me...
"She can see you now," said Greta. I always made a point to deliberately leer at her. She was in her late fifties and probably felt intimidated by all the bare young bodies around her. Her breasts were slightly over-large and droopy, but well-- they were still naked tits! And she always showed her appreciation for my looks by wheeling out her chair a little and 'accidentally' spreading her legs open wide for me.
As I entered Ella's office I heard her say "shut the door; lock it." It was an 'oh shit' moment as I turned to her after complying. She was leaning against her desk in her usual manner: one muscular leg straight, one bent. It was the perfect pose for me to sit in my usual chair, and contemplate her pussy.
"How was your lunch?" she cooed, "and how was your naked ass time?"
"Both were great as usual." I was trying to remain standing as long as possible: maybe she only wanted me to look, not to--
"Oh please sit down," Ella sounded exasperated. "I thought you knew me by now-- I am quite insatiable!"
I gave a heavy sigh and did as I was told. Her whole pussy area really was wonderful to behold up close. She had shaved a perfect equilateral triangle of black fur on her mound. Below that, she was completely hairless; her genitalia always an incongruously dark pink against her brown skin.
Her outer labia were as usual slightly open. Her inners were droopy and bulged out from her clitoral hood on down to the slit of her vagina. Her clitoris itself apparently never hid; it was always out there, just a lighter shade of pink than the rest of her.
"Why am I not over it yet?" she asked, although I knew the question was rhetorical. "I just spent eighty hours totally nude-- can you believe it?! Started 6 am Friday: I sleep in a man's tee and it came off for the shower. A Certified Nude Uber here, a whole day naked here, then another Uber to our plane.
(Certified Nude facilities and services are guaranteed safe, harassment free environments for naked women.)
"Nude on the plane-- with a nude male attendant-- then another Nude Uber to the Certified Nude hotel. Where I spent the weekend attending presentations and giving my own presentations in front of up to two hundred people-- totally naked.
"Reverse the process and I'm back here. Fabric has not touched my tender form since Friday morning! And I'm still longing for a man's touch... for your special touch."
Okay. How could I say no after all that? I wanted to ask about the nude male flight attendant though...
Ella opened her legs even more as I leaned forward. As always she asked me how she smelled.
"Heavenly," I responded, "like Paradise."
She sighed and it seemed as if her feminine folds gently unfolded for me. Ella's clit was out there as usual, so inviting and already glistening.
"Do I have your permission to touch you intimately?" I had to ask.
"Oh yes sir," she breathed out. "Please do."
I sighed and shook my head as I began to play with her love nub. As always, I started out rolling it between two fingers, then, once it got longer and darker pink, I added my thumb to the action and pulled on it.
"Oh... oh... oh oh YES!!" Ella was straining to be quiet. We were playing with fire as these frequent little play sessions had not been officially approved... and she was my boss.
Pussy play of any type was supposed to be pre-approved-- and never on any regular basis. We were supposed to save all that for Intimate Fridays-- a little pussy and cock play then helped make the participants appropriately wet and hard for proper penile insertion.
I looked up at her and saw how long and how hard her perky nipples were getting and knew it was time to move lower. She loved the sensation of pulling so now I pulled on her inner labia.
"Oh my god you're so bad! Oh my god what are doing to me?" She knew full well. We played these pussy games at least three times a week. We usually took Fridays off as that was the company's Phase Two time or Intimate Friday fun.
Now I was down to her pulsing cuntal opening. She was already gushing and I saw that she conveniently had her paper towels and spray water bottle out for cleanup. Nothing like being prepared!
I started massaging her sweet vagina in earnest, rubbing it all around in circles and then one two three fingers in. As always, her powerful inner muscles gripped me and tried to pull me in deeper. We did try fist-fucking once but Ella actually screamed when she came and her secretary came running in.
In and out and circling around and bringing her gloppy wetness up to her clit and then back inside her tightness again. Faster and faster as she started bucking, and now I was so damn hard and I wished I had remembered to pad my underwear with a paper towel. I was leaking too.
Finally she started cumming and I stood up. I kept one hand on her throbbing puss and put the other behind her, cupping an asscheek and holding on to her tight. She bucked and bucked and bucked three times before she collapsed against me.
We were quiet for a while, just holding each other. "Was that one the best?" It was what she always asked.
"It was," I murmured, head on her shoulder. "You know it was."
"You absolutely cannot resist women, can you? And I'm sure you're not sharing all of your work activities with your lovely fiancé." I could tell she was grinning.
"You got me," I replied. "I just love women so much I can't stand it. The most beautiful creatures in the whole world-- and I get to hold them naked in my arms-- and make them happy. You got me," I finally mumbled into her shoulder. "You know you got me."
At last we disentangled. Ella went reluctantly behind her desk-- reluctant to have to hide her beautiful wet and open pussy from me. I sat down and sprayed my hands with water and grabbed some paper towels.
"You're wiping me away," Ella pouted.
"God, Ella." I shook my head. "We're not supposed to be playing like this... everyone will smell you on me!"
"Okay, okay. Let's talk about that cute little redhead you're going to interview nude."
