11 comments/ 40031 views/ 12 favorites Naked Friday 04 By: GinaWill Friday -- back now to where I started this little story of my journey from randy housewife to full blown exhibitionist. We had put the alarm on early to accommodate the film crew. Both of us jumped straight out of bed and I went to do the breakfast while Martin showered. We sat down together in the kitchen to eat and I was having a hard time of it. It was only a couple of slices of toast with orange juice and coffee, but my body was cheating on me. My mind was trying to stay as calm and 'normal' as possible, but my body was giving away my both my apprehension and, conversely, my excitement at what was to come today. My mouth was dry, hands shaking a little and I couldn't concentrate properly on what I was doing or saying. On the other hand, my nipples were standing out like doorstops and aching, my pussy was dripping wet my labia were swollen and extended, along with my clitoris which was standing just proud of my lips -- I had never seen it like this before so had to assume that it had not happened until now -- and my thighs were glistening from the juices being deposited thereon. Talk about split personality! "Martin, I feel awful -- I don't know if I can do this you know." I said gloomily. "Why not, you've enjoyed the 'practices' we've done this week, even yesterday when you walked from work to the bus stop -- if I remember correctly, you enjoyed it so much you couldn't wait to get home!" he replied. "Well... maybe that's the problem. I'm about to greet a camera crew at my door whilst I am stark naked and with my pussy gushing juices down my thighs, then take a walk to the bus stop, get on and remain sitting with the same people who have never seen me naked before, walk along a main road to work and that doesn't even get near to what will happen when I get there -- everyone else is likely to be naked too and I have to work with them all day! I don't know if, with this level of fear and excitement both, I will be able to last the day. Please, can I back out of this d'you think?" "No, I honestly don't think you can. If you do, it will be something that you will regret for the rest of your life. I know this because you have overcome so many taboos this week. You've been strong enough to walk around the streets naked in broad daylight -- we went out for a meal, admittedly it was only to KFC, but where you were asked if you would do it again -- and by a couple of girls too. No, if you don't do this now, you'll never forgive yourself. I don't mind too much whether you do it or not, though I will feel a little disappointed, but it won't affect my feelings for you either way -- I love you whatever and I think I have proven that over this past week. But will you be able to forgive yourself if you don't. Knowing you, I suspect that you'll be kicking yourself if you don't. Tell you what, start as you meant to this morning and if you want to bail out, just give me a ring and I'll come get you. I'll put a dress in the car for you just in case." I took a very deep breath, sipped some orange juice and thought about it. After a few minutes, during which time I endeavoured to be absolutely honest with myself, I thought 'How come this man knows so much about me -- he is absolutely right -- if I don't do this, it will torment me forever.' I looked up from my plate and deep into his eyes. There was just love there -- nothing more and nothing less. "I love you so much and yet I still can't understand how well you read me. You're absolutely right you know -- I don't know what I was thinking -- of course I have to do this. Thank you for saying just the right thing at the right time -- just as you always do." I got up out of my chair and walked around the table to kiss him. I ended up sat in (or should that have been on!) his lap and I moved up and down on him 'till we came. It was delightfully relaxed and slow and felt wonderful. I got up a short while later and dashed upstairs to clean myself up and then came back to finish my breakfast in a much better mood. The dryness in my mouth and the hand shakes had gone, and my heart rate had slowed down to a canter, instead of the gallop it had been doing ten minutes earlier. Now I was looking forward to the day again. Did I mention that I loved him? Well, if I didn't I bloody well do -- and some! We were still eating when the film crew arrived and I got up to answer the door. There was a cameraman, a sound recordist and a woman who introduced herself as Bonny, the Crew Director. I let them all in and asked if they wanted a cuppa. They all did and as they sat in the lounge, Martin and I took their drinks through to the waiting crew. "So,", I asked, "What will we be doing then?" Martin was standing beside me and, as was becoming the norm, he was naked too. Bonny said, "When you are ready to leave, we'll film you coming out of the door as we have before on other shoots. This time though, it's going to be a new experience for us too. All the other times we have done this it has been a quick walk to the car and then we would jump in our vehicle and follow them to work. If we had an opportunity at traffic lights and things, we would get alongside and film looking down into the car, and then film the walk from the car into the office. This time, of course, we'll have to accompany you to the bus stop, film on the bus and then the walk from the bus to the office. Sure you're up for all that -- and then be naked in work all day? I am assuming of course that you are going to go through with the naked bus ride to work?" "I did have a scary moment earlier when I thought I couldn't do it, but I'm OK now and looking forward to it. So, as soon as you all are ready, I think we ought to go, don't you?" She smiled at me and said, "Well, we've had some odd balls on this job in the last few months, but no-one as brave and determined as you are -- I have to congratulate you for that before we even start." A few minutes later and they had drunk their coffees and Bonny sent the crew outside so that they could film me walking out the door. "Any time your ready then Gina, we'll get started." I turned to Martin and gave him a kiss. "Wish me luck, love." I turned to head for the door. Martin followed me and, as I went out the door and with the camera filming me, Martin touched my shoulder. I turned back to him and he bent down, whispered in my ear "Remember, I love you no matter what -- OK." and then he gently kissed my lips. To use a rarely used term nowadays, I nearly swooned. "Bye," I whispered and turned to walk down the pathway to the road whilst I wiped a tear from my cheek. I continued on down the path and turned right out of my drive onto the public footpath and concentrated on continuously putting one foot in front of the other. I heard someone calling to me "Good luck Gina -- we're all proud of you." I turned to see Sammie at her door waving to me. I gave her a smile and waved back, "Thank you." As I got further and further from the house with no adverse effects on me, my confidence grew and grew. I walked along the street with my head held high and my back straight and started to enjoy the feeling of the warming summer morning sun on my skin and then I started to think inwardly about how I felt. My nipples had stopped hurting, though they were still standing up tall, and my pussy whilst well lubricated was no longer gushing like before. Maybe anticipation was the worst thing, because now I was starting to feel natural and comfortable, and no longer worried about the fact that I was naked with the exception of my 4" heeled sandals. Yes, I was going to enjoy today and wasn't going to let anything spoil it -- not even if I did get arrested. Now that could be something, don't you think? Being dragged off to the police station by a big burly copper and then paraded around there 'cause I didn't have anything to cover myself if I wanted to. No, today was going to be blissful I told myself. Eventually, I reached the end of our little estate and turned on to the estate access road where I was much more likely to meet people. A couple of cars passed me and boy of about 14 nearly fell of his bike as he was merrily riding along delivering his newspapers. I was grinning from ear to ear and lovin' it. I crossed the road at the end of the estate access road and turned left, away from work, to walk the last 15 meters to the bus stop. A couple of the regular commuters were there, both men, and clapped and cheered as I got closer. One of them said, "Great to see you didn't chicken out then Gina, I didn't think you had the courage to go through with it." "I'll tell you something, it took more courage to get up on that bus and talk to you all yesterday than this is taking -- this is easy in comparison. And thank you for the compliment; both of you." I walked up and stood beside them as usual and a few beeps were heard from passing cars. However, I didn't take much notice of them as I was in conversation my two colleague commuters -- nothing important, not even any more about my nudity -- just general things, really. All this time, I was deeply conscious of my naked body. I again felt free and comfortable -- unconcerned with what others may or may not think and greedily sucking up the feelings of freedom and relaxation -- and yes, I was totally relaxed and more than happy with what I was doing. The film crew tried to mill around me so that I wasn't I too noticeable, and that was the only irritating thing to happen so far. I said to Bonny, "Do you think the crew could give me a little more space, I feel like I am being crowded in here." "We are trying to hide you as much as we can, that's why we are crowding you a little." She answered. "But I want to be seen -- I don't want to be hiding behind someone or something -- the whole point of the program is public nudity isn't it? Despite you trying to wrap it up as some sort of team building exercise; that's just an excuse, so please, leave me some space so that I can be seen will you?" I know, it came out a little tetchy, but that was how I was feeling. What is the point of being naked in public if everyone is trying to shield you from it. I wanted to use this opportunity to test how it would be in future without the cameras and an excuse for being naked. I wanted them to as unobtrusive as possible. Bonny had a word with the rest of the crew and they all moved back, giving me some room to breath. This, of course, did what I wanted and left me wide open to scrutiny from the road. Now I felt better. A few minutes later, the bus came along the road and stopped. Fortunately, it was the same driver that we had yesterday so he knew what to expect. "Good Morning -- I've been looking forward to stopping here just to see if you would go through with your plan. Well done, this is certainly going to brighten my day and thanks." "You just watch the road buster, not me. I don't want to have to end up in hospital naked like this thank you very much -- and bye the way, Good morning to you too and thank you too." I rejoined. I walked down the length of the bus to see the normal bunch of commuters on the bus and most smiled and said 'Hello' or 'Good Morning' to me. I was conscious of eye levels, generally directly in line of site with my swollen and damp pussy, which just made me all the more damp, not to say wet! I eventually sat about half way down the bus next to the lady who said she would put up with me for today, but didn't think it was appropriate. "Good Morning, how are you today" she chattily asked. "Hmmm, I'm feeling very relieved, relaxed and grateful to you all for helping me with this BBC project. I hope that you don't find me too embarrassing" I asked. "You look quite relaxed and happy actually, I thought you would be all nervous and trying to hide yourself, but you are quite different from what I expected. I mean, the men haven't gotten all silly or made rude or unacceptable remarks; in fact, everyone seems to be treating you pretty much the same as always, although we are all paying you much more attention that normal, but I suppose that at least is to be expected. No, I feel OK actually, even with you sitting right next to me. Maybe I can put up with this everyday if this is what it's going to be like." she said. "If I were to do it every day, it would get less and less intrusive every day I suspect, people would get used to me being naked and think nothing more of it in time. It's just the unusual that people make a fuss about, don't you think?" "You probably have a point there I suppose. Do you feel self conscious dressed, sorry undressed, like that though?" she asked. "No, I don't feel self conscious in the 'Oh my God -- I'm naked!' sort of way, but I am much more conscious of my body, of the air on my skin and the feeling of different types of surface one comes into contact with, some warm, some cold, soft, hard and rough variations that you don't normally consider. I do know that I feel very much alive and my whole body is tingling. It's an awesome feeling and I have come to love it over the past week. I really would like to stay naked for as long as I can now and I don't feel threatened or intimidated in any way -- I just feel so damned good!" I answered. "I can see that, you do seem to be glowing today." she responded. We remained quite for a few minutes then, and I looked out the window, but I also listened to people talking with each other and to the comments they were making about me. Mostly, it was complimentary and expressed admiration for the courage I had to do this. There was only one person, who only rarely travelled on this bus and wasn't here yesterday, who was making any sort of challenge to how I was dressed, but he was quickly silenced by the support others were showing me. All too soon for my liking though, we had just about reached my stop, so I got up from my seat and moved forward along the bus to the front and turned and addressed them all just as I had yesterday. "Ladies and Gentlemen, " I started, "Thank you so much for the tolerance you have shown me this morning. I truly hope that I haven't caused any offence; if I have, then I am truly sorry, but it was something that I just had to do. Since it seems to have gone so well, and as I discussed with you all yesterday, please can I have a show of hands from those who will be happy for me travel clad just as I am now in the future please?" I felt really nervous now, not wanting to be spurned at this point and have my future plans spoiled. Most of those on the bus raised their hands quite quickly, giving me a cheer as they did so; even the lady I had sat next to raised her hand. I waited for stragglers and eventually nearly everyone raised their arms. I said thank you to them and noted the couple of people who didn't. I didn't have much time left before I had to get off, so I had to be quick, so I went back to the two people who didn't raise their arms and asked them what it would take from me to change their minds. "We're not really interested -- we don't usually use this bus, so it's nothing to us anyway." said the man. "I may just change my schedule to come along too if you don't mind, it's been quite an interesting trip so far, and I think I would like to see it again to see what happens in the future." Said the girl (they weren't together, they just happened to be sitting in adjacent seats across the aisle from each other. "Thanks," I said. "Happy to have you aboard." OK, that was that then -- naked to work every day on the bus from now on. Now the only problem left was the walk from the bus stop into work and back again in the evening. I would, as I had with everything else this week, deal with that when it comes. The bus pulled up at my stop and the film crew got up now and followed me to the front of the bus. I turned and said 'Thank you all and see you tonight or next week -- Byeee' and said a separate thank you and goodbye to the driver. Then I was out through the door and walking away from the bus towards the Office Estate, film crew in tow and about 10 yards behind me, respecting the space that I had requested. I didn't think any more about my nudity for a while until a car horn beeped across the road, and I raised my hand in a wave. I had a spring in my step as I walked and, despite a few cars slowing down to look (well, who wouldn't?) everything was good. I was enjoying myself and now looking forward to seeing who else would join me -- naked for the whole day while we worked as normally as it was going to be possible. Eventually, I turned into the office complex and walked across the car park, again accompanied by a couple of horn blasts and good will shouts from drivers, each of which I happily acknowledged. I opened the front door to our shared building and the receptionist said good morning without looking up. Bye now, she surely had to know what to expect today, so I didn't, at first, know whether she was embarrassed or angry about it. Neither, it turned out, she was just logging, as she had been asked to, who came to work naked today so that in cases of emergency, like a fire or other accident, there would be no confusion later on. When I was half way across the hall, she finally looked up and said how good I looked. Her actual comment was "You look really good today, not just because you're naked, but your skin looks really clear and glowing; have you put anything on it to make it look that good?" she asked. "No" I responded, "I do feel like I am glowing with good health though, and thank you for such a wonderful compliment. I expect I'll see you later and we can have a chat, Yes?" "Sure", she said, "I'm looking forward to it -- I have a few questions for you actually, so don't be too long. Maybe you could have your morning coffee with me?" I replied in the affirmative. As I was opening the door to our offices, I caught site of Robert's car coming into the car park and decided to wait a minute for him to come through -- actually I wanted to see whether he had come naked from home as well -- I didn't mind being the only one to do so, but it would be better if I had company, so to speak. He got out of the car and yes, he had. He had what looked like a laptop bag hanging on his shoulder with the strap adjusted so that it was long enough for him to pull it in front of him and keep his manhood hidden while he crossed the car park. I waited while he came into the front door and again the receptionist (Helen) said, "Now come on Robert, no need to be shy -- get rid of that bag and let's all see what you're made of." He smiled and said, "Oh well, no time like the present I suppose." and he slipped it off his shoulder and took hold of it by the small suitcase type handle at the top of the bag, exposing himself to us all, me, Helen, mine and his camera crew. He went bright red and I felt sorry for him. I let go of the door, took his arm and said, "Come on then Robert, let's go get a cuppa, yes?" He allowed me to lead him through the door and I went into the office putting my handbag on my chair. "You go put your bag down, and I'll go to the kitchen to make the tea. See you there in a minute." I went out and got a couple of cups of tea ready and Robert came in behind me. He looked a little better now and thanked me for pulling him along from his obviously perilous moment in the hallway. "Don't worry about that, it was only nerves. Just get on with the day and you'll soon forget you're naked and be OK. I do now and I find that it's easy -- just get on with what you have to do and soak up the feelings as they come along -- you'll be fine, you'll see. Here, take your tea." Obviously I gave him, what I hoped wasn't noticed especially since he was nervous, a good look over. Naked Friday 04 He was quite hairy down his chest and it ran on down across his tummy and joined up with his pubic hair, which had obviously been trimmed. His dick was sort of half hard -- nothing surprising there then, and was quite thick but a little short -- at the moment anyway. Despite this look I didn't feel sexually attracted to him still -- he was just naked the same as me and it was quite matter-of-fact. He took the cup and said 'Thank you'. He took a couple of swigs and then said, "Do you know, I was OK until I got on the main road to work and then found myself in traffic next to a van with a woman driver in it -- she was looking straight into my car at my crotch and smiling -- I found it quite unnerving." "Only natural, I suppose" I said. "But don't worry, as soon as more arrive and we get into the days work, you will forget about it and just get on the same as normal -- or pretty much the same. Odd things may pop up during the day and you'll just need to take care of them at the time. Don't dwell on it though will you. Oh, and don't be embarrassed if you find you have to 'take care of it' during the day, I know I'm expecting more than the usual lavatory trips today, even if it's just to wipe up the juices." I said, pointing at my glistening pussy. God, I wasn't just naked, I was fully drawing attention to my most intimate areas and to the fact that they my pussy was juicy and betraying my heightened sexual condition laying beneath the calm exterior. Actually, I was calm, my pussy was just behaving separately from me! We both sat down facing each other across the kitchen and Robert crossed his legs. I left mine slightly open so that my pussy was clearly visible and highlighted by my little landing strip that we hadn't shaved off yet, and just chatted and wondered who else would come naked today. We didn't think that many would play. After a few minutes, Donna arrived and, true to her word, she was wearing a substantial bra and granny knickers. Robert looked embarrassed and said to her, "I'm disappointed with you Donna, after all you did agree with this project before we announced it to the staff so I expected you at least, as one of the Officers of the company, would support it." Donna's face reddened and she said, "I'm sorry Robert, but with my upbringing, not to mention the state of my body compared to the other girls here, I just can't." she had a tear in her eye while she moved over to the kettle and made her own cup of tea. "Don't worry Donna, at least you've engaged in the spirit of the project by undressing to your underwear, I'm sure you won't be the only one that doesn't strip completely." I glanced at Robert trying to convey in my look that he should be more sympathetic and supporting -- not that it was my place to say, of course. "Yes, I suppose I have to agree with Gina, you have shown support by undressing as far as you feel able, so I thank you for that at least." Said Robert. Well, it was better than nothing and I did see her shoulders go back a little and her stance changed with it. She wasn't as bad looking as she seemed to think though. A little overweight yes, but she was nearing 50 after all so, for her age, she was in reasonably good condition. I felt sure she would be OK once we all started work properly. Rachel came in with Dave, both of whom were naked too. So, that just left Phil and Gerald to arrive. After a few minutes, we took our teas into the office with us and, to our surprise, Phil and Gerald were at their desks. They too were naked, leaving only Donna covered up, but they were doing their best to hide behind their desks. Everyone rather sheepishly said their 'good mornings' to each other -- except me. I smiled at each of them in turn and brightly said, "Good morning both, don't you think we've been lucky with the weather today? I had a lovely naked walk in the sunshine before catching my bus this morning and it was quite stimulating. I think it set me up nicely for the day." Donna looked at me with shock on her face and stuttered "Did, did you come to work on the bus dressed like that then?" "Yes, of course I did. I knew that Robert and Phil were coming from home naked, so I said I would too. It wasn't all that difficult really, and I did have the camera crew there with me if anything had gotten sticky. I found it very enjoyable too, I must admit." I said to her. She tutted and went around to her desk, so the rest of us just sat and got on with our work. On Tuesday, when I was wearing clothing that showed off everything I had, I'd had a good day; because of my heightened state of awareness, amongst other things, I found that I worked better and made less mistakes than normal, and that had generally carried on throughout the week so far. Today, however, was a little different. I didn't have any worries or fears about my state of dress, as I said before, I was enjoying the freedom of being naked, but I couldn't help taking looks around the office at the others, to see how they were handling it. Rachel seemed to be glowing and enjoying the freedom that I was experiencing, Donna looked as though she couldn't concentrate on anything for more than a few seconds and I once caught her looking around the room at each of us, then she looked out the window and she seemed very dejected. I wondered if she would not be better getting off home if she was so concerned. All the others seemed to have gotten over the initial embarrassment of the morning and were just getting on with their work. There was, however, a much better, more electrifying atmosphere about the place today, so maybe this plan would work and help us meld together better as a team. I hoped so -- in fact I was relying on it -- if I wanted to come to work every day naked. About 10'ish, Donna came over to me and asked me to accompany her to the kitchen for an early coffee break. As she is one of the company officers, it seemed to me that no-one else would say anything about me going early for our morning break, so I followed her out. We made our coffee without saying anything to each other and I wondered what was about to happen. She sat in a chair and pointed to the chair next to her for me to sit too, which I did. She remained silent for a little while longer and then, almost with a sob, she said, "Gina, I feel that I am letting the company down so badly today -- I can see that this communal nudity thing is nothing like I expected. It's just people doing the same things that they usually do -- they just don't have any clothes on. I have thought about that throughout the morning so far and I seem to be at war with myself. One part of me thinks that this is quite disgusting, the other part thinks that it seems OK -- non of the sexual problems that I was kind of expecting. What do you think I should do, and how did you come to accept it so readily?" "I think all that this week has done for me is to awaken the latent exhibitionist in me and, not only am I enjoying it, I want to stay naked all the time now. Apart from work this week, I haven't worn clothes at all and even gone home naked when Martin's been able to pick me up. But that's me -- and what I feel doesn't apply to everyone. What did surprise me this week though was what my neighbour, Sammie, did. She saw me getting out of the car naked on Tuesday and came out of her house to talk to me about it. She and her husband came around to ours later that evening, and within an hour she was off back home, with me in tow, to undress too and then she came back to our house and we went to KFC for supper -- her and I naked. We were going to just go in and get a take-out while we were naked, but we ended up eating it in the restaurant with our husbands -- and we were quite politely accepted. The same with the bus, I spoke to all the regular commuters yesterday morning about being naked on the way to work this morning, and almost all of the agreed that it would be no problem, so I did come naked. The point, though, is not me -- it is what Sammie did. Once she overcame her initial concerns and got naked herself, she stood in front of a full length mirror and we took a long hard critical look at her. She is normally quite a mousey sort of person, but once she was standing naked in front of the mirror and saw, with my help, how good she actually looked, she was hooked. Even Geraint, her husband, was shocked at the change in her. Not just her appearance, but how more alive and proud she was afterwards. So, the only thing that I can suggest, if you want to, is for us to go off to the lavatory, get you out of that underwear and take a good look at you in the mirror. What do you think?" She sat and thought for a few minutes and said, "OK then, but only if we can find a way to lock the door." I smiled and got up, stretching my hand out to take hers. Once we got into the loos, I put the heavy tampon bin front of the door -- it would give with a shove, but would also allow time for her to jump into one of the cubicles and shut the door if anyone (it would only be Rachel anyway, the toilets weren't shared with the other offices) should come in. "Come on then, take your bra off first, yes?" Gingerly, she unclasped her bra but held it in front of her for a moment. I took it gently out of her hands and, as I did so, her arms went up to cover her now naked breasts. I put her bra down and got behind her, moving her arms away and down to her side, so we were both looking at her breasts in the mirror. I kept hold of her arms, just so she knew I was still being supportive. "You have lovely nipples, and they sit so perfectly level, which is unusual. Even mine are not exactly equal -- look." and I moved away from her so that she could see me too. "And, I bet you thought they would look saggy didn't you? Well they don't -- in fact they are in pretty good condition given the size and, and I don't mean to be rude here, your age -- they are standing up very well for themselves. I suppose if you wanted to be some sort of model, you'd have to lose a little weight, but that's not what were looking for here is it. I think you look really good you know. Certainly nothing to be ashamed of and I would be justifiably happy if my body looks that good when I'm your age. Sorry, I don't mean to be bitchy about your age -- just that it is a factor, whether we like it or not I'm afraid." She stood and looked a bit more then moved her hands up to her breasts, cupping and slightly moving them around. "I suppose you're quite right, now that I look at them with open eyes, but I do feel a little fat around the middle and that's not necessarily something that one should show off, is it?" I sighed at this remark and said "Well, the middle bit is showing now and nobody has had to run off and be sick or anything have they!" I couldn't keep the annoyance out of my voice now though -- it was a silly remark. I moved back behind her and touched the elastic of her knickers around her waist. "What about the rest then, shall we try that now?" I asked. She shut her eyes and, with some trepidation, she started to push her knickers down. I turned away for a moment, not wanting to put more pressure on her by watching. I heard her feet each in turn lift up and the click back onto the floor, the heels on her shoes making the clicking noise, and then turned around again. She had a shock of quite red pubic hair, which surprised me, and it was thick enough that it made seeing her pussy lips almost impossible. This could work for us I thought. "Wow, that's a surprise." I said. I have always thought you were naturally blonde. No wonder your skin is so light. How often do you have to dye your hair?" "Oh, I don't. I lost the colour in my hair in my mid twenties, and it just turned a silvery blond that you see now. I do colour my eyebrows occasionally though." She replied. "Anyway", I said, "Let's get back to what we we're really doing, we can chat about that later. You have good thighs, so nothing to worry about there, a nice flat stomach -- I guess you haven't had any children then -- and your bum, whilst you can't see it, is still nice a perky. On the whole, I think you still look pretty good. Definitely a MILF, as the American's would say, so I think the only thing wrong here is the doubts in your own mind." "What the hell is a MILF" she asked. "It is kind of polite term that the Yanks use to say 'Mother I'd Like to Fuck'; and the term fits you to a tea Donna. Oh, and sorry for the swearing -- but you did ask." I replied. "Hmmm." was all she said to that. We stood a while longer while she gazed at her image in the mirror. She moved her hands across her breasts, her stomach and down to her hair, fluffing it up where it had become compressed by the tightness of her knickers, and then moved around to her bum where she felt the bottom creases, to see how much of a droop was there I supposed. She turned this way and that and hummed a little more. Then, after a few moments, she stood upright, put her shoulders back and said "I think you may be right you know -- how come you're so wise for one so young. I think I do look reasonably good for my age, now that I have been forced to evaluate myself in the cold light of day. I think I feel much better now, thank you Gina." and she turned and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I'm flattered that I could help, and I'm not so young you know!" I said with a smile. "So, I think it's time we got back to work, don't you?" "Yes." was all she said, and she picked up her bra and, for a moment, I thought she was going to put it back on. However, she then bent down and collected her knickers from the floor and asked, "What do you think I ought to do with these then -- I don't think I want to put them back on now." "Just fold them up, put them in your hand and, ignoring everyone else when we go back into the office, just put them away quietly in your handbag. Then, just sit back at your desk and pretend that nothing has changed, at least outwardly. I can't tell you how to deal with the feelings that you are about to experience, though, other than to say enjoy them -- I know I do!" "OK then, here goes." she said and moved over to the door, pushing the tampax bin out of the way and proudly marching straight out the door. I collected our cups and took them back to the kitchen and then went back on through to the office. Apart from Donna being naked, the room was just like it was when we left -- thankfully, no-one had reacted to her re-appearance sans underwear. I felt quite proud of myself then, actually. So, here we all are -- working away as usual, but all naked. "Oh, wait a moment. Do you think anyone would mind if I took a slightly longer break this morning? I promised Helen I would go to see her during my coffee break this morning." "I think that will be OK, if anyone says anything I'll tell them you missed yours helping me, OK?" "Thanks Donna, I shan't be too long." I went down reception after topping up my coffee cup and sat on the corner of Helen's desk. "Hi Gina, thanks for coming down to see me, I know it's taking up your coffee break." "Don't worry about that, it's not a problem at all. What did you want to see me about then, or should I just assume you want to know how it feels and what it's like to be naked around other people?" "Hmmm, mind reader too are you? That's exactly what I wanted to know, and how you are able to look so confident about it and not be scared silly; I'm sure I would be, even if I did have the bottle you've got." "I'm sure that if I can do it, you could you too. Just a question of getting into the right mindset I suppose. How it feels though?" I paused for a moment, wondering where to start. "Well, I feel liberated, I suppose. I'm not afraid of being seen and I've had great support, particularly from Martin, but also from the people that I've met during the week, and I've met a lot of new people this week too. I just feel so alive; so attuned to myself and my surroundings; contented and happy. Oh, and very sexy too. I've found too that I don't like the feeling I get when wearing clothes -- they feel heavy, restrictive and uncomfortable against my skin. I'm not embarrassed about my body and I don't think I ever have been." "Don't you get hassle off people though?" she asked. "Most of the people I have interacted with have been very kind to me and, once I answer their questions honestly, they seem to be OK. Quite a few have even joined me. I haven't the time now but I'll have to tell you about our trip to McDonalds sometime. I've had a few hysterically based, ignorant comments, but I just ignored them. I think that once people understand that you are not doing it for sexually motivated reasons, and that takes a whole lot of honesty on your own behalf to open up to them, then so far they've been OK. I don't know how it will progress though -- I'm going to ask if I can work naked every day and if I can, it will mean that I will very rarely wear clothes again -- so who knows what the future will hold. "Yes; OK." But how will you be able to do that, you know, go shopping and all the other stuff you do in public places just to be able to manage your life?" "Well, we haven't quite worked out all the bugs in that question yet. I suppose that I will just carry on being honest with people and see how it goes. I know that at some point there is likely to be police interaction at some point, but Martin and I will deal with that when it comes. I just know that I have to do this and people like you are helping me -- even if you don't realise it." "Anyway" I continued, "I'd better be getting back to work now. If you want to know more, just ask, OK?" "OK, and thanks for taking the time to talk to me. I'll see you later and I hope you get what you are looking for -- you look good on it I know that!" she said with a huge smile on her face. I smiled back and then went back to my own office. The rest of the day went pretty much without incident, other than I had to talk to a courier and we had a visitor for Robert -- who much to his credit remained naked throughout, Robert I mean, not the visitor -- and I had to go over to one of the other firms in an adjoining building to collect some custom stationery that they had printed up for us. The girl on the desk in there talked to me a while about why I was undressed, what it was all about and again I just explained openly and honestly, including what I thought and how happy I was about being naked in public. She said she had wondered what had been going on when she saw me walking across the car park naked a few times this week. She seemed to be OK with it though -- she didn't have a fit when I walked in to her office or anything, so I guess she was. I must admit, though, that it did give me a buzz and dampened my pussy (again!) when I went outside my own workplace without dressing and being with others who were dressed. That was the only time I went out of the office today for anything, which obviously took longer than normal due to my having to explain why I was naked. I very much enjoyed the day, everybody in the end naked together. Also, it was an eye-opening experience to see the variety of body shapes, both male and female, that I had never really thought about in the past. They were as distinctive as the clothes that people normally wore which I found surprising. All too soon though, it was time to go home -- and time to face up to another, albeit personally created, challenge. Just before we did all leave for the weekend though, Robert gathered us all around the meeting table and congratulated us for the level of commitment that we had all displayed. (Maybe that wasn't the right word to use right then, but Hey Ho I suppose). He said he was proud of us all and that he thought the day had gone really well, and we all had certainly, not necessarily today, but over the week got to know each other's strengths and weaknesses a little better, and that he was sure it would benefit the firm in the future. He wished us all a good weekend and the others started to get themselves together to go home. Naked Friday 04 I said to him then, "Could I have a word with you privately before we go home please?" "Yes, certainly." He said, and led me off to his area of the office that had a screen around his desk. He sat back at his desk and said, "What is it Gina -- you were OK today weren't you -- and I know you helped Donna a lot, for which you deserve special thanks." "I would like to ask your permission to come to work naked every day -- and before you answer, I'd be grateful if you would hear me out." "OK, go on then." he said. "When you announced this last Monday, I was up for it pretty much straight away. My husband and I have enjoyed our holidays for many years when we have gone to the Mediterranean coast and I have frequently gone topless on the beaches there. So, when I mentioned what was required today, he was OK with it. We got to talking more about today, and about our holidays, and we, I, finally admitted that I was an exhibitionist, and I have only worn clothes this week when actually in work. We have decided that this is what we want, so I plan in future to only wear clothing when absolutely necessary. The regular commuters on my bus seem to be happy with that, Martin is more than happy for me to remain naked as much as possible, so, given what has happened today to bring all that out into the open, I'd like to carry this on in normal everyday life -- and that includes coming to work naked too." He didn't say anything for a moment, but I did notice that his penis was slowly growing, but I tried to ignore that. Then he said... "Well, that's a bit of a surprise. However, since I am the one who initiated the day's events, I suppose it would be churlish of me to not allow it. I am not, however, the only person involved here, am I. Personally, I don't really see a problem with it -- you've managed with duties today that involved your interaction with people from both inside and outside the company, and I guess, when you went over to Dougal's to get the stationery, you did that without dressing, Yes?" he paused while I nodded my head in the affirmative "So, I'll make a deal with you. You come in on Monday naked, or not as you wish, and if you still want to do this, we'll ask all the others in the office whether they are agreeable. If they are, then I suppose it will be OK. If you do come naked on Monday, the only thing I would ask, just in case, is that you bring something to wear if others don't, or won't, agree. OK, is that a deal then?" he asked. I smiled, went around the desk and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm sure you won't regret this -- I have found that I work much more accurately when I'm naked -- comes from a heightened sense of ones-self I think -- and I feel so much happier and contented when I am naked. Thank you so much Robert. I'll see you Monday then." I turned and walked out of the office and, on my way out, I came across Donna in the foyer. "I was just wondering if I had the nerve to drive home naked too, what do you think Gina?" "How have you felt during the course of the day since you ditched your underwear?" I asked back. "Just like you said I would, I've felt pretty damned good about myself actually -- and now I know what you mean about feeling 'alive'." she answered. "Go for it then -- and keep your head up high and be proud. Have a good weekend won't you." I said and walked straight out the door. With a spring in my step, I strode out across the car park and turned right when I met the main road. I was a little late, after stopping back to speak with Robert, so walked more quickly than usual to ensure I wouldn't be late for the bus. I honestly forgot I was naked, worrying about being late, until a car beeped its horn at me. I looked up and it was Donna -- quite happily driving home - naked. She had a huge smile on her face. What a difference a day can make, Hey? I reached the bus stop just as the bus arrived so, thankfully, I didn't have to hang about at the side of the road waiting for Mr. Plod to drive past instead and 'take me home' via a circuitous route, which I was thankful for as I desperately needed to get home to Martin -- he had something I needed! I climbed aboard and, as usual, there was the usual gang already seated but a smattering of unfamiliar faces too. There were some gasps and even a whistle, but I ignored them and looked around for a seat next to one of the regular travellers. I found the face of Louisa so went and sat alongside her. She smiled as I approached and politely asked me if I had had a good day, to which I replied in the affirmative. "I have been giving your question of yesterday some thought, and following the experience this morning and, similarly I hope now, I don't think I will be bothered about your attire, or lack thereof, so please, be my guest and continue with your total nudist outlook from now on if that is what you want. It clearly isn't anything as terrifying as one immediately thinks, it's just out of the ordinary, that's all. I hope that you can obtain the satisfaction that you are looking for. Happy and contented people are rare these days, so why should I be the one to preclude someone attaining their dreams. I hope you get to do all that you want without hurting anyone else in the process, that's all." My eyes welled up, filled with tears for a moment, and I had to look away from her. After a moment just to compose myself, I turned back to her and with still wet eyes I thanked her for her consideration and well wishes. It was a lesson to me too -- I didn't think such consideration for others was still in existence any more, and I resolved right then to endeavour to have such good grace myself in future. The remainder of the ride home was OK, a number of people getting off the bus before my stop came and said 'Well done', or words to that effect, and when, eventually, I reached my stop I thanked Louisa once again for her consideration and said I'd see her on Monday, to which she agreed. I stepped off the bus and felt like I was floating on air. I strolled along home with not a care in the world, enjoying the feeling of the still warm sun on my skin and the little breeze that there was playing around the top of my thighs and over my proud nipples. Could life get any better I thought. As I turned into my street, Sammie was in her front garden, pretending to do some pruning of a small hedge, but I knew she was waiting for me because as soon as she saw me she dropped her secateurs and came walking down the road towards me, calling out as she did so, "So, how did your day go then Gina, I see you are still naked since this morning -- have you had fun?" I smiled, but didn't reply until we caught up with each other and then, turning around and taking my arm in hers, we walked the rest of the way together. It won't surprise you at this stage I suppose if I tell you she too was naked except for a pair of 3" heeled sandals, and quite magnificent she looked too. "I've had a wonderful day, thank you -- and I would be naked whether I wanted to or not -- I didn't take anything except my handbag when I left this morning and so wouldn't have had anything to cover up with anyway. Work has been great and I think I shall be able to go naked everyday if I want to, weather permitting I suppose. How's your day been then, have you done anything exciting?" "Well, nothing compared with you. I did pop over to Joy's house for an hour, but that's all. Oh! and yes I have been naked today all day too, just to show moral support for you of course!" I laughed with her and said, "Stop that flannelling, you know you like it as much as I do now -- maybe even more given last Tuesdays outing to KFC and what you had us all doing. I must admit though, it's so much easier knowing we have a like minded person living so close to us. What do you think of going back to KFC later on, given what that college girl said on Tuesday?" "I've been banking on it. I even went yesterday to get some new shoes, I don't look half as good in flat shoes -- funny that, I'd never noticed before what difference a pair of heels makes to ones figure." and she burst out laughing and I laughed with her. What a site we pair must have made walking up the street like this, arm in arm, laughing like drains and both of us naked apart from our shoes. I kissed her cheek when we got to her drive, and I noted that Martin's car was parked on the road, so I didn't linger as I wanted to tell him all about my most amazing day -- so far!