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Naked in the Office Ch. 01

By: helena_f



Have you ever had one of those days where you end up naked in an unusual place and wonder how it happened? That happened to me recently although on reflection it is all fairly straightforward.

I was going to a job interview in a town near to where I live. The job itself was to work as the secretary / PA to Sally who had started a small company dealing in vitamin pills. I was to be her first employee.

I decided to take the train as it is much easier to find places on foot rather than try to drive and then find somewhere to park and it gives me time to relax and prepare myself. To set the scene, I am 5 feet 4 inches tall, 8 stone 7 pounds (119 pounds according to my calculator), 34B, brunette with shoulder length hair and brown eyes. I was wearing a red tailored jacket, white top, black calf-length A-line skirt, black tights and black shoes.

I had just bought a cup of coffee on the train and was carrying back to my seat when there was a sudden jolt and the coffee went over my top. Well, I didn't have time to buy another top and I couldn't go to an interview with coffee over my front so I went into the toilets with the intention of taking off my top and closing my jacket to cover for it. But when I tried, I couldn't hide my bra so that had to go as well. Luckily, I am one of those women who always has a big bag and carries her life around in it so there was easily enough room in it for my top and bra. I returned to my seat wearing slightly less clothing but looking decent enough anyway.

I got off the train and walked to the building where the interview was due to be held. It was a small office block made for start-up businesses but it looked smart enough and the area was nice. I searched for the Sally's company on the list and rang the buzzer.

"Hello" replied a pleasant sounding woman's voice.

"Hi. I'm Helena. I'm here for the interview."

"OK. I'll buzz you in. I'm on the third floor."

I went through the door was walking towards the lift when I noticed a ladder in my tights. I didn't want to go into the interview looking like that so they had to go as well. I nipped into the Ladies and quickly took them off. Luckily, my legs were smooth enough so that I could get away without any covering and besides which, I had no choice.

I threw the tights away and checked myself in the mirror.

I left the lavatory and headed for the lift. As I got closer, I felt a strange sensation around by bottom. It seems the elastic in my knickers was looser than I thought that it was and that the tights were the only thing holding them up. I reached the Ladies just as my knickers reached the bottom of my bum and I whipped them off and stuffed them in my bag.

I walked up to the lift and pressed the button for the third floor. Now my clothing seemed to be having some kind of rebellion today because as I got into the lift, I caught the heel of one of my shoes in the gap between the lift and the floor and it snapped so my shoes had to come off as well. I had started wearing eight items and I was now down to two.

I found the office and knocked on the door. The woman who answered it was in her late 30's with short blonde hair. She had the slim build and tan of someone who is both rich and healthy with a perfect smile to match. She was dressed in a pink vest top and white cropped trousers. This was Sally.

"Hello." she said as I walked in carrying my shoes "You must be Helena."

"Yes." I replied "Sorry, I don't normally arrive to interviews barefoot and carrying my shoes but I've not been all that lucky today. I laddered my tights and broke my shoes."

Sally smiled an easy smile. "That's OK. Some days are just like that. Hopefully your luck will improve."

I smiled and she gestured for me to sit down.

"Can I get you anything? A cup of coffee or a glass of water perhaps?"

"Water would be lovely." I replied. I was hot and flustered now and I wanted to look around and calm down before the interview started. The room itself was small with a wooden desk at one end opposite the door; the place you expect to work if you were a receptionist or secretary. There was a wooden door on one side and a window on the other. It was carpeted in red and painted in white. All in all, quite a nice little office. 

She came back with the water. "You look hot. Would you like to take your jacket off?"

"Thank you" I said. I unbuttoned my jacket and started to slip it off my shoulders. It was then that I remembered that I was topless underneath.

What should I do?

If I put my jacket back on then I would look like I was so disorganised that I didn't know what clothes I was wearing but if I took it off then I would have to do an interview with my boobs out.

Sally laughed sympathetically. "You must be having a bad day." she said "Don't worry about being topless. You see a lot of naked women at the gym and you kind of become desensitised. Feel free to take your jacket off"

Well now I had to or I would look like a prude. Sally took it from me and hung it up. I sat there nervously. I was topless in front of a prospective employer and I was trying not to look shy.

As we talked, I found that this became easier. Sally was as nice as she had first seemed and soon I forgot about being nearly naked. We talked for a while and everything was going fine until I went to put my water down and knocked some papers onto the floor.

"I'm sorry" I said and bent down to pick them up.

Now, if you have been following closely, you will have noticed that by this point, the only clothing I was wearing was a skirt. The skirt I was wearing has an elasticated waist which, although it is comfortable, has slight drawback. If you accidentally stand on it while bending down and then stand up, the skirt comes off.

To put it another way, I must have stood on the skirt because I stood up and it stayed where it was.

I was now naked in a job interview in front of a very nice woman who I really wanted to work for and who was very relaxed about the whole thing. As I went to pick up my skirt, Sally smiled at me again and said "Don't worry about it."

That remark can be taken two ways. The first way is "Don't worry about the accident and I realise you are embarrassed but we will pretend it didn't happen". That is probably what she meant.

The other way is "I have now seen you naked and I like it so don't worry about getting dressed." which is what I thought she meant so I sat back down again stark naked.

It was at about this point that I started to be a little turned on by my predicament. There I was sitting in front of an attractive woman who I believed was being turned on by seeing me naked. The more she talked, the more I thought about it and the moister I became.

After a while, the phone rang and Sally answered it.

"Hello..........Yes...........Uh huh"

She covered the mouthpiece with her hand and pointed to a different door to the one I had come in through. 

"Would you mind?" she mouthed.

I smiled and walked naked through the door which, when you consider that I had no idea what was the other side, was an odd decision. The room itself was small and almost empty. There were a couple of office chairs in it, a desk and some computer equipment in boxes on the floor. I guessed it would be Sally's office when it had been set up. 

But I didn't dwell on it too long.

Now away from prying eyes, I could relieve some of the tension which had been building up in me. I sat down on one of the chairs and slid a finger into my wet pussy, massaging slowly and quietly at first and then harder and more quickly until finally I climaxed. I sat there enjoying the sensation for a couple of moments when Sally opened the door.

She smiled at me again. "I thought that I should wait until you'd finished."

"Pardon?"

She pointed to a CCTV camera in the corner of the room. "I enjoyed the show. I love watching when somebody else is being turned on and when I noticed how aroused you were becoming being naked in the office I thought you may need to do something about it. I take it exhibitionism is your thing."

So I had been set up so she could watch me. Worse than that, I had been caught masturbating on the boss's chair and I hadn't even started work yet. I didn't know what to feel until I figured that she may have been doing more than just watching. I started to moisten up again.

"Yes" I replied sheepishly

"You can start in the morning." she said "Wear what you like, knowing your luck you will probably lose your clothes anyway."

Naked in the Office Ch. 02



To clarify the story so far, I went to a job interview where, due to various mishaps and misunderstandings, I lost my clothes. I was then caught masturbating in my boss's chair in her office although at the time, Sally wasn't my boss yet, it wasn't her chair yet and it wasn't her office yet.

So far so good.

I arrived at work the next day ready to start. Despite Sally telling me to wear what I liked, I thought that I should dress smartly to make up for the previous day's interview so I turned up in a purple vest top, ankle length white skirt, bra, knickers and white shoes (though the last three should be fairly obvious). Sally was waiting for me dressed in a business suit.

"Hi Helena, you look very nice."

"Thanks"

"No, what I mean is that when I said to you yesterday to 'Wear what you like' I meant 'Don't come to work looking too smart'."

"Why?"

"Because the room in which you enjoyed yourself so much yesterday needs to be set up as my office. That means unpacking the computer, setting it up and sorting out the phones and that sort of thing. Today may be more physical than secretarial."

"Isn't there someone you could call to do this? I don't really know what to do."

"You may have noticed that this is a small company, Helena, as there is just the two of us. The way I see it is that a PA is a personal assistant. That means assisting. In a small company, you might end up doing all sorts of jobs from answering the phones to doing the payroll (which will probably be quite a quick task) to fixing the photocopier. You need to be willing to get your hands dirty as it were."

Well you can't argue with that and, to be quite honest, it sounded more interesting than typing.

"Right! Well I'm off to a few meetings. See you later" and with that, Sally left.

Sally's business is based in a start-up unit with two small rooms connected by a door. I will try to describe it rather than draw it because firstly it isn't that complicated and secondly I am a PA and not an architect.

The office is L shaped. The front door is at the top of the L, my desk is on the bottom left with a window to my left which looks almost directly into another office window. This office appeared to be occupied by a very bored secretary and a door so I guess it is similar to ours. To the right of my desk is the door to Sally's office and then at the far right is her desk which faces the door and a window behind her. It was in here that Sally caught me pleasuring myself during the job interview.

I walked into Sally's office and looked around. It was a little dirty and there were computer boxes there so I started to unpack them. I put the computer onto the desk, and then the screen. I plugged them together and felt really impressed with myself that nothing had blown up yet. I switched the computer on and nothing happened.

Then I noticed that nothing was plugged into the mains power.

I looked down and realised that I was going to have to crawl around under the desk. It didn't look very clean down there so I took off my white skirt to avoid it getting dirty and quite frankly to make life easier. Have you ever tried crawling around under a desk wearing a long skirt? I also took off my shoes because (and here is the odd bit) I thought it may look strange wearing shoes and knickers with not much else in between.

I squeezed under the gap in the desk, found the power points and plugged in the computer and screen. But as I was reversing back out, I felt my progress halted and a small tug on my boobs. I had snagged my bra on something. You may think "Crawl forward again and everything will be fine" and so did I but it wasn't. I must have caught the catch because my bra was staying where it was.

Now you may think "Well Helena, just unsnag yourself" and I thought that too until I realised that if I brought both hands back and undid my bra then nothing would be supporting me and I would fall flat on my face. So I reached back undid my bra with one hand and then reversed out leaving my vest and bra behind.

I was kneeling in front of the desk in just my knickers trying to free my bra and thinking "Does this really happen to people? I thought this sort of thing only happened in soft porn stories." when the phone rang in my office. I went through to answer it leaving my clothing behind and started talking to a customer who had lost an order. During this conversation, I was put on hold and so, like I am sure you would all do if you were put on hold while you answered a phone in just your knickers, I put the call on loudspeaker, stood in the doorway and did a kind of stripper dance, using the frame of the door between the two offices as a pole and massaging my tits in time to the hold music (which was Mozart and but then I didn't choose the music).

Do you remember the bored secretary whose window looks directly in through this window? Well now she was looking through the window and was looking really puzzled. I saw her as I turned round while I had my hair scrunched up in one hand and I suddenly froze. Here was a woman of about my age looking directly at me while I danced like stripper. I couldn't think of anything else to do so I waved.

She smiled, cupped her hands under her tits and then gave the thumbs up sign.

Suddenly, I was taken off hold and quickly snapped back to reality. I finished the call and looked out of the window. The other secretary was looking at me massaging one of her boobs. I smiled and walked back into Sally's office to free up my top and bra. 

Now if you had read the story of the interview, you know that I am prone to getting the wrong end of the stick. She may have just had an itchy boob or she may have been watching me the whole time I was finishing my call, massaging herself and being turned on by what she saw. After all, she had approved of my tits.

Well I can tell you that if you are ever at work and someone catches you doing a sexy dance and then looks at you massaging their tits, you too would probably think it was option 2. Which I did.

And if you were turned on by seeing other people turned on and you thought you had selected option 2 as I had, then you too would have been turned on. Which I was.

And if you knew that nobody else was about, you would sit down in the nearest chair even if it was your boss's, slide you knickers off and rub yourself slightly between the legs. Which I did.

And then harder and harder. And then you would slide in a finger and massage your clit and keep going on and on, pleasure increasing all the time until...

"Twice in two days, Helena!"

I sat up quickly. Sally has come back to the office and caught me again.

"I just thought that I would pop in between meetings to see what you were up to." she said

"I...er...I could swap them over so I would sit on this one." I said desperately looking for something on which to wipe my cum soaked fingers.

"I did that yesterday. Tell me, is it worth me getting some kind of waterproof covering for the chairs?" 



Naked in the Office Ch. 03



Sally was already in the office when I arrived.

"Hi Helena, ready for another day?"

I smiled back at her "Of course"

She handed me some cassette tapes and said "Good, could you type these letters up please".

About 10 minutes later, I walked into her office with the letters and handed them over.

"Very good" she said "but how do you spell the surname Chumley?"

"C-H-U-M-L-E-Y like I spelt it there?" I ventured

"If it was like you have written it here, I wouldn't have asked." 

"Ah, you have a point."

She looked up at me "It is spelt C-H-O-L-M-O-N-D-L-E-Y. And what about Strawn"

"S-T-R-A-W-N?"

"No, it's spelt S-T-R-A-C-H-A-N. I should fine you for each mistake."

"Well, until payday, all I have are the clothes I stand up in and my bed!" I joked

She looked at me and smiled a knowing smile.

I took off my shoes. "Where shall I put them?"

"Just leave them there."

I corrected the mistakes although I must admit that I was tempted to just type "kjsdhsajsdb asjkhfd askjd ajdasdb", walk in and strip naked but then again, that would ruin the anticipation part of the game and anticipation is the great thrill of stripping games.

The rest of the morning was fairly uneventful until, at about 10:30, the lunch van arrived. For those of you who don't know, on some industrial estates there are lunch vans which come around and sell sandwiches, crisps, fizzy drinks and some warmer food most of which is kind of yellow on the top with meat under it and looks vaguely like what you would expect to see if Big Bird spontaneously exploded.

I walked into Sally's office and put my shoes on.

"What are you doing, Helena?" Sally grinned mischievously.

"The sandwich van is outside and I need to go out and buy something for lunch."

"You had to pay your shoes as a fine. That means that you can't use them." 

"I can't go out barefoot."

She shrugged.

"Am I allowed to trade what I have taken off?"

She smiled at me again.

I untucked my blouse and reached up my back. I unhooked my bra, slid the straps down my arms and pulled it out. I dropped it near my shoes and then reached up my skirt and edged down my knickers and added them to the pile. I then put on my shoes and walked out of the office.

As I stood in the queue for the van swaying slightly from side to side and enjoying the feeling of my blouse against my nipples, I felt someone standing very close behind me. As I swayed, I could feel their hands rubbing my buttocks gently through my skirt. Although the hands were being held still, their owner knew what I was doing and knew what they were doing and I could feel the moisture building between my legs.

I suddenly came to my senses stopped swaying and casually turned round to see who it was. I was confronted with a young woman, maybe 25 years old, slightly overweight with dark hair, green eyes and glasses. She was standing with her hands clasped in front of her holding a purse.

It was the secretary from the office opposite. I stood there speechless. What do you say to someone who has seen you naked but who you have never met?

"Hi. I'm Karen"

"Hi Karen"

"You know, you are more attractive up close than at a distance"

I didn't know how to respond. "Thank you. So are you." I ventured.

She smiled at me and moved forwards so that her clasped hands rubbed against my pussy. She extended the fingers of one hand and gave me a slight rub. I felt a great jolt of excitement run though me. Here I was being felt up in a public place by a woman I hardly knew.

"Are you ladies going to buy anything?" Oh hell, I had forgotten about the sandwich man.

I bought a sandwich and a can of Coke and waited for Karen with one item in each hand. We both headed back to the door to the building and when we reached it, Karen said "I'll get the door as your hands are full."

She stood in the doorway and I rubbed past her making as much body contact as I could. As our faces passed each other she smiled and said "You're getting a little frisky." She let the door shut so we were both in the corridor.

"You're looking a little warm." She said. It was very corny but sometimes "Let me take your clothes off" is too direct.

"Am I?" I replied as "Please take my clothes off" sounds a little desperate.

"Yes, let me help you as your hands are full."

She unbuttoned my blouse and pushed it off my shoulders and it fell to the floor, exposing my naked tits. She moved her hand to the left one and started massaging; firstly the whole boob but then more and more on the nipple until it stood erect. At the same time, she moved her head down to my right one and took the nipple in her mouth, massaging it gently with her tongue as a wave of intense pleasure swept over me.

I felt her hands on the zipper on the back of my skirt and the state I was in, I wasn't going to stop her no matter where we were. She pulled her head back from my nipple and started kissing me, first my chin, then my neck, then at the base of my neck, between my boobs, under my boobs, belly button, top of my slit. She stood up and buried her tongue deep into my mouth all the while her hand was working on my pussy lips making me wetter and wetter. She slid in a finger and then two, working away more and more intently, massaging, rubbing and working away at my clit until I exploded with orgasmic ecstasy.

Karen smiled, kissed me and said "You look like you enjoyed that"

"You could say that"

With that, she was gone, leaving me completely nude in the corridor holding a sandwich and a can of Coke, while the aftershocks of the orgasm worked their way through me.

"I wondered where you had got to".

Sally!

"Sorry, something came up"

"So I can see. Anyone we know?"

"Karen, the secretary from the office opposite."

"And she did this?"

"Yes, but I did help a little."

"Well you had better get back to the office. Don't worry about your clothes; I'll get them for you. You owe me all these in fines for missed telephone calls. In fact, you owe me another 8 items."

"I don't have enough clothes on me to pay."

"Then you will have to pay with future clothes. For the next week, you can either take off your underwear when you arrive or not wear any."

"But 8 items is 4 lots of knickers and bras not 5!"

"Ever heard of interest?"

I certainly had. And this next week could be full of interest!!