It amuses me how, on a Saturday, I can be up at first light to go on a bike ride, but having to get moving at 7:00 to go into work is absolute drudgery. It had been the case all of my thirty four years on this planet. But the job kept me from being homeless, so I didn't have to like it, I just had to do it.
The only bright spot about working at the firm on a Saturday was I would be working with Hannah.
Short version; Hannah was my office crush.
The longer version; I met Hannah, one of the partners, on my first day at the firm. I was so taken by her, I had trouble functioning. Her incredibly blonde, shoulder length hair, stunning deep blue eyes and full lips got my attention, but her body kept it. She was not by any means thin, but she was not fat either. Her big boobs, round ass and chubby tummy had fueled my fantasy file for a long time.
But alas, until recently she was married. She was, I guessed about 10 years older than me. She was a more senior partner, she took me under her wing and helped fast track my partnership in the firm, so I never acted on any of my desires for her.
Thoughts of her had my cock stiffening as I walked to the bathroom. Deeper thoughts as I showered turned it into a raging hard on while I soaped up. I pondered having a quick wank, but decided against it as I was running late and getting a little pent up would make the release better when I got home that evening.
A cold finishing blast from the showerhead before getting out shrank it down to a more reasonable size.
Once dried off, I threw on a pair of shorts and clean t-shirt. One of the other benefits to working on a Saturday...I didn't have to wear a suit.
A pair of tennis shoes completed my ensemble. I grabbed my bike and pedaled the 10 miles to the office.
I found Hannah in the break room making coffee when I arrived.
As usual, she looked stunning. Her blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail. She was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of Capri length linen pants and a pair of flip flops which showed off her gorgeous toes.
Yeah, I have a thing for feet.
"I appreciate you coming in today," she told me after we'd gotten the 'Good Mornings' out of the way.
"Anything for you," I replied. Then heaped on some geek, "It's always a pleasure working with you."
"Keep up that flattery and one day you'll make partner," she laughed.
"I already am a partner," I reminded her.
"See my plan is working."
Coffee in hand, we adjourned to her office. She sat down at her desk, while I took the couch and we started going through the mountain of files that needed to be organized and read through.
Two hours into it, we'd put a sizeable dent in the mountain.
"Do you go there?" Hannah asked, stretching at her desk. "Or is it just a shirt?"
I hadn't paid attention to what shirt I'd grabbed that morning and had to look to see what she was talking about.
"Eden Glen Resort" was emblazoned across my chest. It was a local, well known nudist club that I was a member at.
"Yeah I go there when I can," I answered.
"That's cool," she said. "I've wanted to go there."
It took me a second to process what she'd said.
"You're a nudist too?" I finally asked.
"Are you saying that old, fat women can't get naked too?"
"You're hardly either of those," was my retort.
"Well my ex would disagree on both points," she told me. "His words; 'I traded you in on a newer more compact model'"
"What an asshole."
"Enough about him," she stated. Then she asked, "How long have you been a nudist?"
"I grew up one," I told her. "You?"
"During the Covid shut downs."
"I heard a lot of people tried nudism then."
"Yes they did," she chuckled. "My mother was one of them."
"I'm guessing there's a story there," I laughed.
She agreed to tell me...after I got us coffee refills.
"My divorce was final right before Covid hit and we all started working from home," she started. "So naturally I was sitting around feeling old, fat and depressed."
"You're hardly old and fat," I interjected.
"Be quiet young man," she told me. "Or I'll sit on you."
I grinned at that prospect....I couldn't help it.
"Get your mind out of the gutter," she said. "Now if I may continue. Being I was rattling around in that big house all alone, my mother decided to move in. Which I have to admit didn't turn out as bad as I thought it would. My mother is an early riser, I am not. My mother is also into yoga, which I am starting to get the hang of. She would get up early, take over the living room and go through her routine. It all worked out until I woke up early one morning and headed to the kitchen to get my coffee."
"She was doing her yoga nude," I laughed.
"No child should ever live long enough to see her seventy two year old mothers' butthole in the downward dog position. No I didn't cause a scene. I figured if she wanted to be naked, she could. After that, she seemed to be naked more around the house and by the pool."
"Good for her," I said.
"I started to notice she seemed calmer," she continued. "How do you youngsters say it? She was more 'chill'"
I rolled my eyes at the 'youngster' comment.
"Having her naked all the time gave me the courage to try it. I started out with training wheels. I ditched the nightgown and started sleeping naked. After a few nights, I didn't bother putting on a robe before I went to the kitchen for coffee. It wasn't long before I stopped wearing clothes inside all together. I even worked nude. Except for the video calls and even then I would just put on a bra and a blouse until the call was over."
"Wait a minute, you were Porky Pigging it during all those conference calls we had?"
"Porky Pigging it?" she asked.
"That's what my mother calls it when someone is walking around with just a shirt and no pants."
"I like that," she smiled. "Yes I was Porky Pigging it."
"That's hot."
"I thought nudism wasn't about sex."
"That's what we tell people so they don't think they're being led to an orgy," I started. "But we're human. You see an attractive person nude, you're going to have those thoughts. The trick is to not be overt about it. That gets you kicked out of a nudist resort really quick."
"That's why I want to go to Eden Glen," she told me. "I've only seen one nude man in my life and truth be told, it wasn't that often or that impressive. Will you take me and my mother the next time you go? I want to know what it's like to hang out with other nude people beyond my mother."
God I wanted to say yes, but I knew what would happen if I were nude around Hannah and that was just not something to hit a new nudist with.
"I'm sorry," she said. "That was a big ask, for you to hang out with two old ladies. I understand."
I saw her eyes we're welling up. It was time to put my cards on the table.
"Hannah, the reason I hesitated is because I am incredibly attracted to you. From the moment I met you, I've felt like a teenager at his first boy/girl dance. I've wanted to tell you for a long time, but it was never the right time. You were married so nothing was going to happen then. Then you were divorced and I didn't want to come off as the guy hitting on the divorcee. You were my mentor in this firm, so that put a hitch in things. I don't care that you're a few years older than me. I have always wanted you."
"Okay, assuming I believed what you just told me," she started, obviously a little tense because of what I'd said. "If you're so attracted to me, why wouldn't you want to spend time outside of work with me? Also, how old do you really think I am? And please don't lie to me."
I felt like was being led into a trap. But I went with honesty.
"I think you're about seven-ish years older than me, forty two or forty three."
