Following many successful years as director of a prominent business organisation, Tatiana was about to retire. Tonight there would be one final board meeting, to be followed by a social farewell party. About eighteen close associates would attend.
As she and her husband were getting dressed for the event, she told him she wanted to give her staff and board a special surprise:
"They've been pestering me for weeks about wanting to see me naked, so before I leave maybe I'll tease them a bit."
Her colleagues had heard about her nude exploits, but only by hearsay, as she'd been careful to keep her exhibitionism separate from the workplace. She and George were avid nudists, active members of a clothing-optional resort far enough from home that they'd probably never bump into anyone from their professional lives. True, she'd playfully stripped off at one or two office parties in the past, but it was now at least six or seven months since she'd done so, and only a few of them had stayed late enough to see her stripping off. The first time she did that, her name quickly got changed to 'Twatiana', but nobody called her that to her face. She knew about that nickname only because she once overheard two interns using it, not knowing she was standing right behind them in the break room. She rather liked the nickname, but couldn't let anyone know that.
At office costume parties, she was always the one showing the most skin. Only a very few office mates had ever actually seen her breasts, but she knew that even in her work attire nobody could possibly be unaware of her rigid nipples, which seemed to always be prominent through no matter how many layers of clothing she wore. Yes, even though she was the boss she knew they respectfully regarded her as a sex symbol. They were always kidding her about wanting to see her naked. At first she thought they were just patronising her because of her age, but soon she realised they really did see her as sexy and desirable. Both the men and the women. They admired her not only for her business acumen but also that she carried her femininity, playfulness, and charm into her mature years. Besides, she was really good to look at.
As she organised her wardrobe for the evening she reminisced about her outside-of-work nude adventures: World Naked Bike Rides, clothing-optional cruises, a couple of nude roles she'd played in community theatre, and her current off-hours gigs as a model for artists. Their son and his wife, and their daughter and her husband had shared in many of the clothing-optional events, at least the ones that didn't involve public sex. George and Tatiani enjoyed having sex in public, but only with each other, and certainly not within view of their children. Being naked with your grown offspring is one thing, but having sex in front of them was beyond what even Tatiana and George were willing to do. They'd been caught once and that was enough.
Nearing retirement age Tatiana was no longer a 'spring chicken', but her well-toned body still attracted attention with or without clothes. Her breasts were pleasantly compact, sagging only slightly, with beautiful stiff nipples pointing straight ahead. Her legs were long and lean and the delicate slit between her legs was bare and unobscured by the neatly trimmed patch of silver pubic hair just above. She was proud of how she looked, and carried herself with a regal elegance befitting a mature, successful businesswoman. She always felt confident in the smart outfits she wore, but felt even more confident when she was naked. She secretly wished she could go naked tonight.
Still getting ready for the evening she laid out a garment that was essentially a long satin sash.
"Tonight I'll wrap this around myself, then after the business meeting I'll slowly unwind it to give them their surprise. Now, George, please help me choose what to wear underneath, what I'll finish the show with. I could wear a bikini top or even a lacy bra, but maybe these pasties would be better so they can see the shape of my boobs...
"...and, for the bottom, help me choose between this g-string and this little adhesive panel famous actresses use in simulated sex scenes so they don't have to worry about the man's cock going were it shouldn't. It's just a strip of tape only wide enough to cover my slit, and they could still see my pubic hair to know for sure I'm not a little girl!"
George said he thought either one would work and left it up to his wife, but silently hoped she'd choose the tape thing so as to not cover her pubes and maybe even reveal the sides of her lips. After she demonstrated how the sash would wrap around her body to look like a smart cocktail dress, he got into the shower. Her plan was to wear a business jacket to cover her otherwise bare shoulders, then after business was concluded she'd shed the jacket and slowly unwrap the sash, to once and for all satisfy their curiosity about what she looked like naked, or at least mostly naked. She'd be giving them lots of skin to look at, and with the minimal coverings she could preserve some modesty in front of her coworkers, yet still enjoy feeling somewhat naked.
By the time George was out of the shower and in his suit, she was dressed and ready, so they left for the meeting. The whole ride there she talked about the thrill she'd have revealing herself in front of workmates and he talked about the thrill he'd have watching her do so, and enjoying his thoughts about her being so minimally clad under her wrap-around sash.
For the past week she'd dropped hints around the workplace that she'd have a special surprise for this last meeting, and now on the way to the venue she wondered what they were guessing it would be.
