Naed Female Product Testers

(It's been awhile but I'm still here.

Still getting the ladies naked at work, and still hoping that you're enjoying their bare-assed adventures.)

Cassie's story:

I had just totally stripped off my panties and dropped them on the locker room bench on top of the pile of all of the rest of my street clothes. I was about to head to the shower naked--for once, not bothering to slip on my little robe for the short walk--when Lissa walked in.

"Oh hi," I sighed. "Imagine seeing you in here."

Lissa shook her head. "I was all set for shower #1, then Simon told me there were already two girls in there. He personally checked."

As she shrugged, she also shrugged off her own open little robe, and stepped out of her flip flops.

Lissa was a leggy, curvy redhead; the kind that men have fantasies about: 34C on top and 5' 6" in her bare feet. Me? I'm a barely 5' 2" brunette with 32As, but I am constantly told that I am "a cute and cuddly little number."

I was actually told that during my second, "strip down" interview here.

At only twenty-one, I do believe that I am currently the youngest naked female product tester. I have convinced myself that I'm only putting up with all of the nudity and the handling until I earn enough money for grad school.

But then--I am starting to more than enjoy all of the constant attention--in addition to all of the money.

We padded naked out of the locker room together towards shower #2. It was big, like all of the product testers' showers, with multiple shower heads and enough room for three or even four naked ladies to bathe at once--although they never allowed more than two girls at a time.

We were allegedly testing products totally at random, so, although three or four girls showering together sounded amazing, we were told there would be too much risk of "cross-contamination."

"Someone must especially love watching the two of us shower together," Lissa whispered.

I tried not to look around. We were pretty sure that our shower sessions were on hidden cameras--and probably our locker room strips as well.

We stepped into the shower together, Lissa to the right. She adjusted the temp of her shower head until the water was almost scaldingly hot. "What are you testing today?"

I liked my water warm: not too hot. It did feel good: letting that pouring stream cascade all over my naked body--even if we were probably being closely watched.

I picked up the plastic bottle from the shelf to my left. "All-over minty shower gel. I have to make sure I rub it into--"

"Every nook and cranny!" Lissa finished, and we both laughed. Someone must've had a hard-on (or a wet-on,) seeing the two of us shower together; it happened so often. We weren't allowed to touch each other, or even get that close, as I said before, we were testing two very different products selected at random.

I wondered though, if at some point, we would "coincidentally" wind up testing the same product and would be encouraged to rub it into each other's shower-hot bodies... maybe we were being set up for that special moment by our watcher(s). Despite the warm water, I got goosebumps thinking about that possibility!

Lissa held up a spray bottle. "Feminine deodorant for me: it's supposed to work under the arms as well as between the legs."

I smiled as I watched her briefly turn all the way around as she wiggled that amazing naked butt at me.

"But... not between those sweet cheeks?" I asked, only half-joking.

"No," Lissa sighed. "Please--that will be their next product--keeping your asshole smelling like a rose all day long." She soaped up with a generic body wash and then raised up her arms to totally rinse off. God: she was a gorgeous girl and I'm not into girls, but I could watch her all day long: a naked dancer as she was now, and be simply stunned by her beauty and her casual attitude towards her near constant nudity.

Lissa was an indeterminate age; I'm guessing about twenty-nine. She seemed so sophisticated despite her frequently naked state at work. I was in awe of her and more than a little bit turned on by the almost daily morning occurrence of our shared, soapy, bubbly bare bodies.

"Okay babe: let's see you work it in," she challenged.

It was my turn to sigh. After two months of running around naked or practically naked, I was still absurdly shy about exposing my hitherto private parts.

For the cameras, I thought. I opened up my legs and massaged the gel into the triangle of my thick, dark, messy hair, then into my sloppily distended lower lips.

I closed my eyes.

"Wow, girl," Lissa breathed out. "Don't get off yet; save it for later!"

I closed my legs and blushed as I watched Lissa grin as she sprayed her underarms and then her shaved, wide-open pubes.

"I guess we're done." I said. I had to turn away. I was not into girls, but the intimacy of nearly always starting my day showering naked with this unabashedly naughty cutie was starting to get to me.

My robe was still hanging in front of my locker--twenty feet away. I felt strangely embarrassed but also guiltily excited as naked Lissa closely followed my own bare-ass rear self back to the locker room.

I opened my locker. By now our handlers would have supplied us with what--if anything--we were wearing today. As for me: nothing but high heels.

"Shit," I said, sincerely.

"Lucky you," Lissa opened her own locker and pulled out what I recognized as the company's typical, tiny jogging outfit: extremely tight pink short-shorts of thin material that would mold to her own tight pink ass, and nothing but a matching pink and equally tiny jogging bra to wear on top.

"Why am I lucky?" I asked as I slipped into my robe, then sat to strap on the ridiculously sexy and strappy heels.

"They'll only make you take your robe off... you should be used to all of the naked staring and handling by now! They're gonna make me run outside in this outfit... and then make me slowly strip."

"Are you ladies ready?" I nearly fell off the bench! I should've been used to Simon, and other handlers like him, who loved taking advantage of walking in on us while we girls were just stepping out of the showers and freshly undressed.

I cinched my robe. Lissa had put nothing on but some miniscule dark blue thong panties. She was very casually bending down, along with her hard-nippled naked breasts, putting on her velcro-closed running shoes.

"I'm ready if you want me to run like this," she stated, challenging Simon as he took in her nearly nude form.

"I would love that, but you'll get more sweated up in the sun with some clothes on... at least at first."

Lissa rolled her eyes at me as she finished dressing.

"Cassie: report to board room three." Simon never took his eyes off Lissa.

"Salespeople?" I asked.

"Potential UK distributors." He tore his eyes away from Lissa and looked me over, from my bare high-heeled legs to my slight but girlish figure clearly visible under my tightly-cinched robe. "They will LOVE to see you--and touch you--naked."

I gulped and licked my lips. I still hated dropping my robe and making my body available to strangers. I was getting used to the usual execs and salespeople putting their hands on me... but stripping down for strangers still made my heart flutter.

We girls stood up together.

"Cassie: you know the way. Get ready to drop that little robe and knock 'em dead. Lissa: you're my assignment this morning. Lead the way." He gestured toward the exit as he stared at her tight ass already twitching in those tight shorts.

As the door opened and the morning sunlight streamed in: "We'll get you nice and sweaty with your clothes on, at first--but then maybe I will have you run with them off."

Lissa started to turn to me, but she was blocked by the leering, grinning form of Simon. I was sure she was trying to wish me luck with my own stripping assignment. God she was a sweet girl!

I was lucky that the hallway I walked through at first had only closed doors. Then my luck ran out and I had to stroll past open office areas, getting big smiles from all of the guys as they stopped working and checked me out in my short, tight little robe.

Finally--or much too soon--I stood at the door to boardroom #3. I hesitated, then knocked.

"Come in if you're almost naked!" I recognized the deep voice of our VP of international sales. I did not recognize some of the laughter that resulted from his bold statement.

As I entered, I was initially pleased that there were only four people around the table. I once had to do a gradual striptease out of exercise clothes, along with four other girls, all of us running through the aisles in our company auditorium as we undressed in front of nearly one hundred very surprised and happy people, and then had to stand in front of everyone, naked on the stage, as a handler demonstrated nude product testing on each of us. That was bad.

But now, there was only Sam, the VP; Dave, his second in command--and then a man and a woman who were new to me.

"Cassie!" Sam said. "You're looking good," he observed, looking me over. "But let me introduce our guests: this is Charles and Di."

I stared at them as they stared back at me.

"Not that Charles and Di," they said together and forced a laugh together. (Obviously a well-planned and frequent comeback.)

"My Mum named me DiDi," the leggy, big-breasted blonde with the crazy eyeglasses announced. She had pushed back from the table to proudly display her long, bare, nicely-shaped but skinny legs, sticking out from under her microscopic minidress. Said dress was much unbuttoned on top, revealing about 50% of her obviously braless, probably 38Ds or better.

"OMG she is adorable. When does she get naked?" DiDi or Di enquired.

"Right now," said Sam. "Cassie, drop that robe and let our guests get up close and personal."

I forced a smile and licked my lips as I let my little robe slip to the floor.

"Oh wowzers" said Di. (She actually said that.) "What do we get to do with her? Touching? Sniffing? Do we have to use these silly cotton balls?" Di held up one of the balls that were technically supposed to be rubbed all over me to collect all of my excess fluids and then get deposited in their own individual plastic containers.

Sam grinned. I looked over at silent Charles. He was slightly older than the rest of us--maybe in his fifties with graying hair. But... he was British so he looked great! He did have his mouth wide open and I noticed his hands were now hidden under the table.

I saw Dave lean over and start whispering to Charles. He handed him something under the table. "Really?!" Charles looked down, his eyes getting even bigger and his face turning red. "This is allowed?!"

Sam nodded, never taking his eyes off me. "Cassie's been here--what--two months now? Our girls start out masturbating themselves, then switch to being masturbated. Once they're used to all of the exposure, we move on to more personal intimacy, basically non-penetrative sex. All to see if our very feminine scents survive our girls' very personal feminine fluids."

Di was licking her lips. "Are we talking lap dances here?"

Sam shrugged. "Do you want her on your lap? Go ahead; just choose which way you want her."

"Come over here," Di commanded. I looked at her as I walked over. Her already microscopic skirt had somehow risen to display the crotch of her silky white panties.

"I want her facing away from me." I complied, instantly. Again, I wasn't into girls but this nonstop public exposure and public intimacy was wearing me down.

"OMG! Such little titties but such a bubble butt. I love her. Sit back down, sweet thing; I want to feel those hot cheeks rubbing into me." She patted her prominent mound.

As soon as I sat, Di grabbed me around the waist and pulled me closer. She started kissing my shoulders, then raised her hands up to my breasts and squeezed.

"Wait a sec--" I opened my eyes. Dave was right in front of me with one of those ubiquitous cotton balls. "We have to get a pre-arousal sample." He gave me the warmest smile. "Open yourself up just a little, and let me get a 'clit to slit.'

I put my right hand down there and spread myself open. I shuddered as Dave ran the cotton up and down, in-between my inner lips. He then quickly deposited the sample in what looked like a prescription bottle and sealed it.

Dave was our record keeper. He had on his laptop all of my intimate information, such as how long it took me to start juicing, and how long it took me to actually cum.

He sniffed his fingers. "She's already slightly aroused, which is good."

I was blushing so hard as Di was pinching my poky nips and trying to get me to rub my "bubble butt" even harder into her crotch.

"What about me? I'm all set over here!" Silent Charles finally spoke up. I knew from experience that his trousers were down and that he had placed the proffered condom onto his no doubt raging erection.

"Oh Charles," Di responded. "I'm just getting her warmed up. You have the proper equipment to finish her off. I will pass her along... shortly."

I noticed that both Sam and Dave had moved their chairs out to get a better view of the girl-on-girl action.

Di suddenly put both her hands between my legs and pushed into my gooshiness.

"Oh god oh god," she moaned. She was cumming. I had only worked there two months, I was surprised I had lasted this long, and now I was making a strange girl cum by rubbing my naked ass into her pantied mound as she pushed her manicured nails into my cunt.

Finally, she gasped and shook. She grabbed me even tighter. "You sweet thing. You sweet little naked thing."

Charles gulped. "Um..."

Di laughed. "All right, all right." She practically lifted me up and off her lap. She bent and kissed my naked ass and then gave me a little love swat back there. "Go on to your next fan, sweet girl. Ummm... is there a ladies where I can clean up?"

Lissa's story:

The problem was that Simon was actually cute. He was only about twenty-five, had very unfashionably thick glasses and an thick mop of dark brown hair. But there was something about those big blue eyes and that wicked smile.

And he was obviously enjoying his job as a handler of beautiful naked girls.

The area set up for jogging and exercise was once part of a parking lot, and the sidewalk leading from that lot. Now there was a net for games of strip tennis, a hoop for topless basketball, and the sidewalk plus part of the parking lot was zoned off as a jogging track.

I sighed as I was the only girl out there. This area was right in-between the caf where everyone picked up their morning coffees and the main office building, so there was a lot of foot traffic. Hence the potential for a mostly male audience to happily gather to watch a partially clad--and perhaps soon to be unclad--pretty girl jogging as they sipped their hot drinks.

Simon looked at his expensive watch. "We have less than half an hour to get you properly sweated-up; then it's on to R&D."

I bit my lip. "Dressed, for now?" I had to ask.

Simon licked his lips. "For now. But once you start getting all hot and sweaty we'll have to get some things off... just to check."

I just shrugged, turned, and started running.

Pretty soon I had some fans. It was up to eight guys and two girls after about ten minutes when Simon called me over.

I was doing pretty good; bouncing like crazy of course; just a little bit sweaty but not too winded.

Everyone was waiting to see what I would take off first. I heard lots of comments about my "great tits."

"What will it be?" I asked Simon.

"Give me that bra; I do believe those big breasts have some big fans out there."

I unsnapped the front and stripped the little garment off quickly, facing my appreciative audience. I actually got some applause, so I blew the growing crowd a collective kiss as I gave my titties a little shake.

Now I was really bouncing as I ran. I slowed down deliberately but everyone was so intent on watching the dizzying spectacle of my gyrating, hard-nippled boobs, no one noticed me slacking off.

I was turning bright red, but it wasn't from that kind of embarrassment. I was thirty-two years old, I was passing for only being in my twenties, I was the mother of an eleven-year-old boy, and I was absurdly sure that my naked, bouncing breasts were somehow giving all of my secrets away.

They weren't really trying to humiliate us. The idea was to do whatever it took to get each female product tester both as sweaty as possible, and as aroused as possible. We were supposed to have at least two "moderately significant orgasms" with "good, testable amounts of feminine lubrication" per half day.

It was all based on some surprising results of the company's market research. Their target group, single women in their twenties and early thirties, wanted feminine scents that would hold up all day long without being overpowering. They wanted to be able to engage in very physical exercise--and yes, also some very physical sex--with only a minimal amount of cleanup afterwards. They were active young ladies; they did not want to have to waste their time by having to jump in a shower again in the middle of their busy day.

Had I really been putting up with this for ten months? I never thought I would last a year. In a perfect world, I would have had enough money saved to go up to someone like Cassie--or maybe even Cassie--and ask her to leave with me and to give the two of us a chance.

I know she wasn't into girls, but I've seen the way she looks at me. If she gave me a chance, we would spend hours, days, weeks, months, just sweetly exploring each other's bodies and discovering new ways that two very special ladies could make each other very happy.

In a perfect world...

In this very real world, I keep telling myself I only needed to work here a little while longer, get a little more money saved, then maybe by December I would find another job, a job where they would let me keep my clothes on!

It was all for my son Clay. Everything I did was to make life better for him.

Well. Now I'm getting teary-eyed, and this is supposed to be a sex story! So let me jump to the part when I took my shorts off.

I'd been running for at least twenty minutes and now I was really sweaty. My blushing didn't help.

Simon called me over again and simply made a motion for me to pull off my shorts. I bent down, quite unladylike, ass pointed at my growng audience of about twenty mostly men. I got down to my jogging shoes and had trouble getting those tight little shorts over them.

"Take your shoes off first," Simon ordered.

I plopped down on my ass on a grassy area and undid both shoes and tossed them away. I lifted my butt and peeled off my shorts. I stood up, wearing absolutely nothing but my tight, dark blue thong.

I got another round of applause and I bowed, still blushing.

I put my hands on my hips, pretending more bravado then I was really feeling at that moment. "Do you want me to run like this?"

Simon stepped up to me. He unexpectedly pulled the tight little strings around my hips higher, essentially giving me a very sexy wedgie, cutting deep into my inner cunt lips and making the outer skin around my vagina partially visible.

"I love the way you look right now."

I swear that if we were alone, I would have done something I would have regretted. I was so turned on: practically naked outside for a crowd that would have personally eaten me up alive if they had the chance. And Simon: staring deep into me with those deep blue eyes.

Simon breathed in. "Let's just get you to R&D now. They like to be the ones who take off the last item."

I stared at him. "I know the way by now." I strode off, barefoot and nearly nude into the office, and Simon was following closely behind.