Getting to the Pool Early

Dressing for work after my latest nude workout, I was still stunned that it was just yesterday since I had started down a CFNM exhibitionist path with Marcy and Jenny. In that short time, I had been sucked, fucked, jacked off, and exposed in front of several dozen people. My hormones, libido, and exhibitionist tendencies were all on overdrive!

While I never liked wearing clothes, that preference had always been in private or a nude beach or resort. I was not expecting to be such a willing participant to what I was now being exposed to...no pun intended! The unencumbered body enjoys such heightened awareness of its muscles and movements. As a private protest to having to wear clothes to work, I decided to go commando. That should help me make it thru the day without feeling completely restricted!

I left the gym with plenty of time to grab breakfast and make it to work early. Judy had made me promise to eat healthier, but I wasn't very hungry after I had taken the packet of supplements in her office, so I skipped stopping by McDonalds. Since I had called in sick, I wanted to check my email and workload to hit the ground running today.

When I pulled into the work parking lot, my boss, Pat, was already there. No surprise. Pat was a good boss. She worked hard and expected the best out of her employees. While I was the only guy on the staff, I didn't notice any favoritism, or anything like that. We all were treated with respect and with high expectations.

As I entered the back door of the shop, I saw Pat in the break room. "Hi," I offered. "Hope I didn't miss anything important, yesterday. I'm in early to try and catch up."

"Oh, hi, Andy," she returned. "I was hoping I'd get a chance to talk to you before the rest of the crew came in this morning. Come in my office. I have a proposal for you."

I followed Pat into her office. "Close the door, if you don't mind," she said flatly.

Oh, crap, I thought. This isn't her usual tone. I must have missed something yesterday.

"Am I in trouble," I asked, sheepishly?

"No, not really," Pat replied. "I just had several reports on where you were yesterday and this morning and I want to talk to you about calling in sick."

"I...I... I'm really embarrassed," I started.

She cut me off. "No, no, no! While I want to discourage unnecessarily calling in sick, I don't want to discipline or discourage you! In fact, after one of your coworkers' friends texted pictures of you and noted the agreement you had signed up for at the gym, we all started talking your situation over. At first, it was all in fun. Just girls giggling, ogling, and such. But then when I did some casual digging and I asked about the nude waiver with a friend of mine. I found out that a nude contract is a real thing, if offered across the board to all employees. Then, the wheels started turning! So, about an hour before we left yesterday, one of your coworkers put it up for a vote and we unanimously voted to allow this to be a clothing optional workplace. I've had a nude waiver drawn up for our office that any one here can sign, but we all know that you will probably be the only one to want to do it."

"You're serious," I questioned? "You and my coworking women would allow a man to work naked in the office?"

"Very serious," she responded! "It sounded like a great morale booster...for us and, evidently, for you, too! Nothing in your job description requires you to meet with the public during the day. Tasks that require going out, we'll know in advance. Besides, ever since the last office pool party at my house that you wore that impossibly small speedo, several of us have wanted to see the rest...what little your suit left to the imagination! You didn't seem to have a tan line, so we had guessed you went nude a lot anyway. Now your gym activity pictures seem to confirm it. Besides, all we need to do to see you naked is to join the gym! Why not continue here during the day!"

She did include a slight admonishment. "You wouldn't have to call in sick if you don't have time to put on your clothes. I know this is a lot to take in so, you can take some time and think on it, if you would like."

My boss must have been the one to contact the gym's owner to ask about setting up a nude waiver for a business, but it was Marcy, Jennie, or Kelly who put the thought in their head. Small town USA. Marcy must know everybody...or at least knows women who liked to admire and dominate the naked male form. I was aroused when Marcy and Judy made me expose myself when I didn't want to admit it to myself. I craved the attention and the adrenaline rush from the feeling of being seen naked. I was comfortable in my own skin and how my body felt unencumbered by clothing. Plus, my package looked decent soft or hard.

The last part of my boss' argument hit me like a ton of bricks! 'All we need to do to see you naked is to join the gym.' Since that part was true and lord knows that I wasn't wanting to put on clothes, not even 15 minutes earlier! Since Pat had to open it up to everyone, maybe one of the women in the shop would take up the offer, as well! It would be interesting to find out who initially put my nudity to a vote.

"In all seriousness, is this a joke or a trick and when I disrobe, all of you are going to laugh at me and take pictures for later blackmail?"

"Not at all," Pat replied. "You have a seriously hot body that you obviously like to show off. We have been presented a way for you to explore your CFNM and exhibitionist side safely and legally. We have also been presented a way for the women in this office to have eye candy during the day and explore our fantasies safely and legally. The girls yesterday were really excited about it and promised that it would not get in the way of our company efficiency and productivity. If it affects our business, I'll withdraw the waiver. That is clearly stated in the documents. It's a win-win as far as I can see.

"Actually, I didn't want to have to get dressed this morning after the gym. I really didn't know the appeal of this side of my sexuality libido. It is becoming an addiction. Not having to be at work and thinking about when I'm going to be naked again will improve my work product and my concentration. I have thought about it a great deal since yesterday morning. Where do I sign and when can I start?"

"Wonderful," the boss exclaimed! "You can start any time after you sign. I was already thinking you might be interested, so I've already taken some actions that I could have reversed if you had said no. I'll get the paperwork printed off. I'll bring it out to you or if you'll wait a minute, you can sign and initial some things here."

As she started to open her computer to print the documents, I took that as a verbal agreement. I quickly took my tee shirt off and undid my belt and jeans, letting them drop to the floor...much to her amusement. "Since you're starting to print the waiver, I took that to mean we had a verbal agreement. Besides, it's probably neater to leave my clothes in your office. Wouldn't you agree?"

As I sat down to remove my shoes so I could get my jeans the rest of the way off, she stammered, "yes. That will be fine. There will be ground rules to go over where everyone's comfort level is that won't be in the document. I'll call a meeting after the rest of the staff gets here. I can already see that you'll do just fine under this new agreement!"

After removing everything, I handed her my folded shirt and jeans with my socks and shoes on top. Jokingly, I offered, "I didn't bother with underwear this morning. I guess it turned out to be a time saver."

Getting some sense of how CFNM women like their naked men to act, I stood, with my hands behind my back, waiting for the printer to finish, my hairless, semi-erect cock and balls at her eye level. I was eager to get started, so I signed and initialed wherever Pat indicated without fully reading it. I was turning to leave when my boss indicated there was something else.

Handing me my keys and wallet, she began, "I'm so glad you gave me your clothes willingly. It shows trust on your part and an eagerness and appreciation of how rare of an opportunity this is. I'll lock your clothes in my cabinet and give them back to you at the end of today, or you can leave them here for emergencies."

My mind was racing...keep my clothes...what?! Where was this going?

"After today," Pat continued, not waiting for me to speak, "Marcy and I expect you to come from the gym naked. That's how Marcy suggested we treat you and it will allow you to spend 10 or 15 more minutes in the gym, ...or getting a reward, as Marcy put it... without having to take time in the locker room to dress."

I wanted to protest, but my body was betraying my excitement at what she was saying. My semi-erection was now rock hard, moving with each beat of my heart, and leaking precum. The thought of being denied clothes and the picture of me walking to my car from the gym without a stitch of clothing was off the chart of anything I could have imagined! My head was spinning, but I was loving the mental image of what she was telling... not asking... me I was going to do.

She continued, "I was assured that your nude waiver at the gym includes the parking lot before 8:00, since you are leading exercises for their nude gym time, which makes you an employee. I can't wait to hear how excited you get by walking out thru the lobby to the parking lot naked later in the morning. Judy, their nutritionist, is a friend of mine. She told me how well you did this morning with the 7:30 crowd. I have not doubt you'll do fine with the increased exposure 20 minutes later, just as naked, and in the parking lot, no less!"

Pat then explained, "since we are out of town, our parking lot and our entrance shouldn't be an issue at 8:00, so you coming in naked won't likely be noticed. One thing we will do, though, is give you a designated spot right by the door. No sense pressing your luck."

It was at this time in her 'ground rules' speech that I heard the door open and close with multiple voices now coming from the office. It sounded as though all four women came in together. The whispered, "that's his car"... "I wonder if he'll do it"... "can't wait to see that luscious cock!"... let me know that my show time was about to exceed my entrance at the pool this morning! It also suggested the company was unlikely to get more than one naked employee under the waiver, but there was always hope.

While the boss has a private office, the office has multiple cubicles separated by 4-foot high partitions on either side of a central aisle. There were taller partitions by the copy and print machines. There were two bathrooms and a small break room. There is a solid wall separating our cubicles from the sales counters. I was in the back with two of the women and while the other two had desks, they typically stayed out at the sales counter. I had a desk nearest the copier and break room. I had very little privacy and a lot of foot traffic passed my desk during a typical day. I doubted that this was going to be a typical day.

Hearing the commotion, the boss interrupted her talking and said, "well, with the gang all here, let's continue our ground rules talk in the break room."

As Pat was coming around her desk, I turned to follow her. As she paused to open the door, my rock-hard cock slapped her left arm. Grinning, she said, "that can be one of the topics of conversation."