Bobbi had gotten the job, and she was pleased. After so many long days of hard work, slaving away in the doldrums of the near-minimum wage crowd, she was up and flying. Up in the air of light work and high pay. The older man (fifty or sixty) led her through the halls, on floor thirty-four of the Millford building. She passed by the women working in their cubicles, intent on typing memos or taking phone calls. This was not the room for her. Her room was just ahead.
"Here it is. Do you like it?" asked Bobbi's new boss.
"I love it... it's so beautiful!" replied Bobbi, in genuine awe. The room was almost as large as the hall outside. Its walls were polished brown, like the rooms the lawyers on television stand in as they sell themselves to you. There was a huge desk, with a shockingly small amount of material on top. There was a large picture window, nearly the size of the whole wall, overlooking the city. And a huge padded chair.
"I trust you'll work well for me. Just answer all the calls and take down any notes the girls out front might give you. I'll be gone when you arrive at nine, and I'll be back about a half hour before you leave."
"I'll be fine," said Bobbi.
"Good. Well, I'll be going now; enjoy your first day." And with that, the man walked out of the office. Bobbi gazed around the room and laughed; it was better than any place she could imagine. She hurried over to the door, and called to one of the girls.
"So are there any messages?"
"Yeah. I bet. There's never any messages for Mr. Carver. The phone rings maybe twice a day. You'll be fine as long as you don't steal anything. There's no camera in there, of course, but he counts everything, down to the last pen. I just hope you can take the boredom." The woman smiled. "Of course, most of us wish we were as bored as you'll be."
Bobbi laughed. "I'll take care of myself. And I'll invite you all in someday."
She closed the door and sauntered into the office. For her first official duty, she sat down in the chair, which was far bigger than she was. She scrunched herself up into a fetal position; the chair held her softly. She put her foot down and spun herself around for a bit, then slid the chair back and forth behind the desk. She laughed at herself, thirty-two years old and acting like a little girl. But she continued to play, as she knew that the work would be boring. Unless she made it different.
Bending the chair backward, Bobbi faced the window and stared out. The chilly January morning was beautiful from within the heated office. A building across the street was under construction, and the workers buzzed about the steel frames. And amidst this wonderful scenery, Bobbi thought back to her earlier life, since it had a lot to do with what she was about to try.
Bobbi had a problem. She hated being dressed more than anything. It was not the type of problem a baby might have, wanting to be free, it had begun when Bobbi had blossomed into a woman. Unlike many of the other girls, so refined and cautious, Bobbi had embraced her sexuality. Each and every night she would masturbate under her warm covers, and she naturally hated how sticky her pajamas would become after a few minutes. So one night, after her mother had asked her why her nightgown was moist from the previous evening, Bobbi decided to do away with bedclothes totally.
She had never stripped nude for any reason other than a shower, and she felt horny and wet even before her underwear was off. She put her clothes at the foot of the bed and climbed under the sheets. Never had she felt so good, the silkiness so smooth on her skin, pure feeling entering her every pore. She enjoyed the best orgasm she had ever known; the second in a series of three she treated herself to under the smooth texture that night. And from then on, clothes were optional to her; a necessary evil.
To the rest of the world, she was a perfectly normal girl, leading a normal life. But when she would arrive home from school and enter her room for studying, the clothes came off as soon as the door was locked, and only went back on if she had to emerge. She was only happy naked. When she graduated high school, she was fully nude under her cap, gown, and shoes; her dress stowed away in the girls' bathroom. And her happiness did not extend only to visual admiration of her own body. It was physical as well; she masturbated at least three times a day, and only if she was busy. On a lazy day off, she would pleasure herself all day long. She knew people would call her a nymphomaniac, which was why she had never had a steady boyfriend. She did enjoy sex with others, just never on a monogamous basis.
However, the freedom of college was too much for her. She would constantly miss class, and her grades were awful. She did not care; she had her own apartment, and her roommate had shown her how wonderfully freeing bisexuality could be. She dropped out her sophomore year, and worked in that city, far away from home, for years and years. Crap jobs. The only ones she had liked involved stripping. But she had grown older, and none of the clubs would have her. Desperate men lusting after young girls. Bobbi had always thought of herself as attractive, and she found many other people attractive as well. But age is ugly to the fearful, who live in the shadow of past securities, past beauty. So it was back to the monotonous grind. But finally, she had the job she needed.
Bobbi sat up in the chair; her brown hair was sprayed and long, done just for the first day. She had a new suit on, navy blue, with a pretty red tie. A man's suit, but it looked good on her, despite being baggy. But it would not do anymore. There were no cameras in the room.
Bobbi kicked off her loafers; she had white socks on underneath. She could stand socks, since she hated cold feet on the floor. She stood and walked around the room for a while, stretching. And when she was limbered and relaxed, she slowly unbuckled the belt on her suit pants. She enjoyed undressing far more when she took each item and accessory off individually. She slid the belt off and tossed it across the room.
Her pants sagged on her hips now; Bobbi could see the blue tips of her panties hugging her waist. Deciding that the pants were too baggy on her to warrant unzipping, she slid them down her legs, till they landed in a heap at her feet. Her dress shirt was now untucked, and hid her panties, leaving only her legs exposed. They were white, but not pasty. There was a tiny bit of fat on them, which only made them seem more fleshy and enticing. Her thighs bounced as she walked to the window, and leaned up against it.
She let her suit coat fall to the floor, off her arms, and she leaned up against the huge window, so cool on her legs. She gazed downward, and noticed that some of the construction crew was staring at her. She smiled and waved. She could not hear what they yelled, but she knew it was probably lascivious. She laughed and stuck her tongue out, smooshing it against the cool glass. The construction workers howled and called their friends over. Seven, the entire crew it seemed, gathered quickly, six men and a woman. All looked fantastic in their uniforms. Bobbi's eyes widened as she saw the woman whistling and hollering just as loudly as the men. This would be interesting.
The floor the workers were on was nearly level with Bobbi's floor; slightly lower. The building was quite close too, since Bobbi could make out the figures perfectly on those metal girders. She waved again, this time at the woman directly. She waved back and shouted. Bobbi made out dirty blonde hair underneath the helmet. It was time to see if this woman was easily impressed. Bobbi hopped backward, away from the window, and began to bounce her leg forward and backward, like a cheerleader.
It was in fact a cheer from her high school days. And the woman (as well as the men) was indeed impressed, as this woman in only a shirt, tie, and socks launched into a full cheer in the window in front of them, complete with hops in the air and a lot of ass shaking. Every so often the dress shirt would ride up and Bobbi's sky blue thong could be glimpsed for a second, along with supple amounts of flesh. And after the cheer was over, the crowd went nuts. But Bobbi kept bobbing her leg forward and back, as she untied the tie and tossed it across the room. She ran over and pulled the chair to the window and jumped onto it.
She turned back to the window, and continued to shimmy as she slowly unbuttoned the shirt. The eyes on the girders were transfixed to her shaking body. And their mouths screamed aloud as the shirt finally fell off, revealing Bobbi's naked back, and her barely clothed butt. Bobbi turned her head around and laughed wildly at crowd of seven, and then bent down to touch her toes. Then she stood, and bent over again. And again. And again, each time the thong disappearing deeper into her cheeks, and her ass becoming more visible. And on the fifth time, Bobbi stood up and slowly peeled the panties down as she bent over once again. Her butt was so fleshy and jiggly, yet in no way obese. And it was surpassed only by her pussy, with her pubic hair trimmed down to a light fur, the same color as her hair.
Her breasts were as soft and inviting as her rear; her nipples were dark and perky. She walked forward and kissed the glass, smearing her tongue all over and electrifying her tits with the cold glass. And with a wicked smile she walked away, pushing the chair into a sunny spot in the office. She curled into the chair, naked from the ankles up, and relaxed and the warm sun soothed her goosebumps; the office was rather cold, despite the heating. The velvet of the chair was magnificent against her back.
