Carol walked back to the office the way she walked out of it: completely naked and in a dazed stupor. She still couldn't believe she had done it. For the second time in a week she ran around naked in public, and this time to people who actually knew her! It was so unreal, the kind of thing you only did in a dream. She would even go so far as to say it was a dream come true.
However, she couldn't quell the nervous palpitations in her heart. She had exposed herself at work. She walked all throughout the office without a stitch of clothing on in front of her coworkers and even went outside, into the public eye, where anyone would be able to see her. She hadn't been by herself either; it was all carried out by the hand of a local celebrity's daughter, and the two of them engaged in a very sexual tryst out in broad daylight. Pictures could be taken, videos could be recorded, rumors could abound. It was a scandal that could not be ignored, and Carol had the distinct impression that her days working with Trilo Publishing were now very numbered. Hell, her days living in Beringall itself were likely very numbered.
But what could she do? Hide in the parking lot and hope it would all blow over? No, it would not blow over. The consequences would come to her whether she faced up to them or not. If Carol was going to be punished for her indecency, then it would be better that she face it head-on like a woman.
And who knows? Maybe she just might bump into Elaine and finally return the favor? Or maybe she would just do it with any of the usual office girls she encountered? Despite her trepidation, Carol could not suppress her grin as the image of the young intern appeared in her mind. Nor could she suppress the excited vibration deep with the depths of her crotch.
Someone walked by her, quickly and hurriedly. From the corner of her vision, the nude woman thought she saw the person shoot a look at her as he or she passed by, but they otherwise made no sign of slowing down. Then another person passed by Carol. Then another and another. People were flooding out of the building in droves, fleeing like rats from a sinking ship. The doors didn't have a chance to close shut as employees rushed out, many waving various flat objects like papers or folders in front of their faces as makeshift fans.
Harold was soon among them, and it was at that moment when Carol finally found it in herself to act. "Hey," she said, grabbing him by the wrist to get his attention. "What's going on?"
Harold stared wide-eyed at her. "Holy shit, Carol, you really did...Jesus...why are you...?" His voiced trailed off as his eyes trailed down, taking in every detail of his coworker's bare and glistening body.
"That's...that's not important," Carol said, waving her hand upward to tell him to look her in the eyes and not in the breasts. "What is going on?"
"Um...well...they decided to end the day early. Something about a delay in the AC repairs...and maybe it was something Elaine Cassidy said or did. So...yeah, we have the rest of the day off."
"Oh. I see."
"Yes. So Carol, will you please tell me why you are..."
"I have to go," said Carol, releasing his hand and stepping towards the doors. "I have to go."
Unbeknownst to her, a ring had formed around Carol as people all around her paused or slowed down to gape at the naked woman standing in their midst. Even those still in the building stopped what they were doing as they saw her approach the door. Her breasts jiggled, her hips swayed, and her skin glowed as sunlight gleamed off the layer of perspiration that dribbled down the shifting curves and crannies of her form. Perspiration and...other fluids that is, if one wanted to get technical.
Carol paid them no mind. She ignored the wide-open eyes, the averted eyes, the happy eyes, the disgusted eyes, and the eyes that tried and failed to act indifferent and casual, stepped into the building, and navigated her way through the office as though she was doing something as normal as trying to retrieve her keys. Because that was precisely what she was doing. They were in the Writer's Room, along with her purse and her phone, all the essentials she would need to take with her if she wanted to get back home. Oh yeah, and there were other things in there like...her clothes.
Carol shivered. Just looking at those rags was enough to make her skin crawl. The way they lied crumpled on the floor, dark and lifeless, reminded her of the decaying corpse of a dead animal she would occasionally find on the side of a road, flattened, ripped open, smelling of death, and covered in buzzing flies. They might not have smelled, and there were no flies around, but they were no less disgusting. Carol didn't want to touch them, let alone put them on her perfect, sacred body.
But she had to. She had to dress. If she wanted to get out of this building, go home, and be a good, normal mother to her kids, she had to put them on. No matter how sick they made her. Though as much as her clothes made her retch, Carol knew she had another problem: she was still horny.
Her pussy was still tingling, her juices were still flowing, and her inner muscles were still throbbing with want, like they were begging, no, clamoring for even the tiniest scrap of stimulation. Elaine's touch had fed them, pulled them from the brink of starvation, but their hunger was not yet sated. She wanted...more. More kisses. More caresses. More licks and strokes and thrusts and schlicks. More orgasms.
But Elaine wasn't here. No girl was here. And the more Carol realized that fact, the more her body tingled, flowed, throbbed, and wanted.
Oh crap. I just turned myself on.
She had no choice. She would have to pleasure herself.
"Maybe...maybe I just need another orgasm," she said, taking a seat on one of the chairs. The faux leather felt warm and somewhat sticky on her bare butt cheeks. It was strangely arousing. She leaned back, thrust her sharpened and fully erect nipples in the air, and spread her legs out. She shivered as she felt the sensitive flesh peel apart, felt it all tremble as the warm air flowed into it like a shapeless and amorphous finger. But it would not be enough. She needed a real finger.
So she massaged her pussy and rubbed her clit, gently at first, then with growing intensity as though she was trying to light a fire. She exhaled softly as her tingles grew hotter, bit her lip as her caresses grew wetter. Then she thrust a finger inside, tickled the folds, and curled it up. She sparked. She twitched. She murmured. And she thrust another finger inside.
But she did not orgasm.
***
The feeling of cool air on her bare skin was by far the most amazing thing Mindy had felt all day. Not because she enjoyed how it poured into all the sensitive and erogenous parts of her that were completely exposed now (though she'd be lying if she said she didn't), but because it meant her naked body finally had something to properly hide within. Her exposure was over! That alone was enough to make her want to kiss Megan even though she knew the girl still had something nefarious up her sleeve.
"Okay, we're inside," said Erin. "So can you lend us some clothes already?"
"Ah-ah-ah!" said Megan with mock-reproach, waving her finger at the nude girl for effect. "We still haven't discussed how you will properly pay me for this service. And besides, have you taken a look at yourself recently?"
"What? What's wrong with me?" said Erin as she glanced down at her body.
"You're filthy," said Megan, who was starting to circle the twins. "You're dripping sweat all over the place and you're covered in dirt. Especially here." She proceeded to give her friend a light smack on the rear, knocking off a few particles of dirt and one leaf that had been clinging to it. Erin let out a surprised yelp. "And you're not much better," Megan continued, turning her gaze over to Mindy.
"So you want us to get cleaned up first, is that it?" said Mindy.
"Bingo!"
Mindy sighed, but nodded her head. She couldn't exactly argue against Megan's logic; she wouldn't want to ruin a good set of clothes on someone else's dirty body either.
"And here's what I want you two to do: I want you to go back outside to the backyard, and hose yourselves down with the garden hose."
