Nude Therapy: a Feasibility Study

Deb tried to suppress a sigh as she pulled her bra off and away from her big breasts. They were 40Ds, and they of course sagged a bit once free of restraint.

She swallowed hard and stood up straight. Deb added the brassiere just so to the pile of clothes on the conference table. The bra had to be on the upper half of her folded dress; her panties, once removed, would top the lower half. Everyone's undies had to be positioned on their dresses as they had been worn when they had graced their clothed bodies.

Her clothes pile was just behind a duplicate nameplate to the one on her desk: 'Deborah M. Stansil. H.R. Director.' The four piles of clothes behind each nameplate would become the strangest of shrines this Nude Feasibility Week: the clothes could be photographed as mementos of this momentous event, whereas the four unclothed ladies could not.

Deb gazed across the table; now she had to suppress shaking her head in frustration. Of the three ladies opposite, only one was fumbling with her bra clasps, the other two were doing nothing but predictably biting and licking their lips--and watching.

"Ladies," Deb pointedly looked at the clock. "It's 7:49, and we all agreed to have the preliminaries done by now, so we can all hit the floor naked at 8."

Audra simply shrugged off her bra, never taking her eyes off Deb. At forty, the youngish CFO would normally have been in charge. But the shapely blonde had graciously yielded to Deb; at least, when it came to all things undressing and undressed.

Deb was so grateful to Audra that she wanted to hug her... and maybe even kiss her! Their practice runs on Friday afternoons, all blushing and giggling in their lingerie, had endeared her to Audra in more ways than one.

Audra was THE classic, shapely blonde bombshell with the pretty face, the hourglass figure--36C or even D on top?--and the long, shapely legs.

Deb had never really had those kinds of feelings for women before, but she had read enough on the Nudity Blog to learn that this was common. Shared nakedness begat those feelings--whether they were mutually shared or not.

Deb tore her eyes away from Audra's freshly exposed, deliciously pink-tipped and lightly quivering breasts. Caitlyn was next with the apparently torturous task of bra removal. Caitlyn was the rail-thin, brunette, thirty-four-year-old Sales Director. Her main assets were her strikingly angular face--with those high cheekbones--and her seemingly endless legs.

Caitlyn opted to stare at the conference table as her bra was finally peeled away. Deb thought that, for Caitlyn, the act of wearing a bra was probably, mainly, to hide her protuberantly poky nipples.

My goodness! Deb thought as she tried to make eye contact--and not nip contact--with the lanky brunette. Those had to be 32 or 33As--if that. If only it was acceptable for flatties like Ms. Caitlyn to wear some form of protective pasties instead! But with those nips, any form of covering would still have to be personally fitted.

And probably glued on.

Deb turned her attention to Lynn, the last holdout as to bra removal. Lynn was staring back at her. She was going for a defiant look--but it wasn't working. Of all four female executives, Lynn had a real problem with going nude.

Lynn was VP of Finance and in her early forties. And--there was no getting around it--she was chubby.

"We have to get our clothes off now! I'm sorry Lynn. I know you voted 'no,' but now--we're all in this together!"

Lynn grimaced. She stared back at Deb as she reached behind her. Then Lynn ripped her bra off so quickly that Deb was startled.

Now: there was a look of petulant defiance! Lynn dropped her bra so casually atop her sundress.

And just stood there.

Deb's eyes had to take her in. Lynn's breasts--as she had observed during their bra and panty runs--were actually not bad. Oh: they were big--with shockingly large, dark red areolae--but they weren't bad.

It was Lynn's big belly--and her big, droopy butt--that so detracted from her cherubic face.

"7:53!" Deb announced. "I am sorry to be so blunt, but; I need those panties off and on the table on the count of three. Panties off, and pussies and asses out... like now! One... two... three!"

That did it. The three bare ladies followed Deb's lead. Caitlyn actually giggled as her panties got caught on one of her bare feet and she nearly stumbled. Then she actually looked around. She was blushing hot red, but she was finally looking around, acknowledging that she was not alone.

Deb did a quick look on the state of the bushes. There were no rules regarding the grooming of pubic hair, but still. These four were the corporate vanguards of Full Female Nudity; Deb had to check out what she was working with.

Deb was strangely pleased--and more than a little turned on--as she perused sweet Audra's pubes. Like Deb, Audra had chosen to let it all grow out. Both ladies had lightly trimmed their jungle growth--Audra's light brown and Deb's deep red--into a semblance of a thickened triangle. But that was it.

They caught each other's eyes; they had both been happily checking each other out. Audra gave a wry smile, and a barely perceptible nod in return. Deb had to swallow as her mouth went suddenly dry and turn quickly away, as she felt some heat deep in the heart of her own tangled jungle.

Deb's brows went up at the sight of Ms. Caitlyn's thick dark landing strip. Now, Caitlyn caught her eyes too. She bit her lip and gave a look as if to say: 'do you approve?'

Deb smiled and nodded. Caitlyn was doing a super job of trying to work through her understandable state of naked nerves.

Deb turned to Lynn, ready for anything.

But not for that!

Lynn's vulval mound, still visible under that bulging tummy, was totally shaved. And very recently shaved, judging by the redness.

Lynn boldly put her hands on her naked hips and glared. Now: that was a defiance that Deb welcomed! They were all in this together. Whether they were turned on or were embarrassed beyond belief, they were all in this together.

Deb had to say something. "Very very nice Ms. Lynn. I like it!"

Ms. Lynn's defiant pose melted. It almost looked as though she was going to cry as she blinked and her eyes grew wet.

Deb had to move quickly. She had to get everyone's attention.

"Okay: we are all gonna line up on my side of the table. Josh is coming in in like... less than a minute!"

As the girls, with various states of reluctance, gathered around her, Deb took a quick look. None were violating the Nudity Project's nude rules. Long hair was not allowed to cover breasts; jewelry had to be "minimal, and unobstructive."

As they breathlessly waited for the first male set of eyes to take in their total nudity, Deb reflected on how they had gotten to this unbelievable place.

Nude Therapy Day happened only two years ago. Women around the country insisted on working naked "just for one day" due to the requirements of the mysterious therapy they were undergoing.

That turned out to be a feasibility study for the equally mysterious Nudity Project. Its members were powerful women in the fields of business and entertainment, as well as social media influencers.

The Project welcomed the continuing Nude Days at various companies. Then they announced their goals: any organization that required Full Female Nudity (FFN) at all times would receive the Project's blessings and support.

FFN orgs would be required to establish gender equality as far as pay. They would have to show a real effort to provide more opportunities for raises and promotions for their newly nude employees.

And somehow, by now, something like forty to fifty percent of all companies in the country complied. As one wag stated: "Leave it to the good ol' USA; women had to take off all of their clothes to finally break through the glass ceiling. Ouch!"

Deb's company was late in going nude. They had only recently expanded their Sales and Receivables call center to accept international clients. Client reps were coming in from all around the world, and looking around in such disappointment.

"Where are all the naked American women??"

Deb let out a deep breath. Josh was going to give the girls their first taste of the new Project rules. Gone, thankfully, were the requirements that nude employees had to submit to "T.A.P Protocols:" that they actually had to allow male employees to make appointments to handle their Tits, their Asses--and even their Pussies.

That head-shaker had been replaced by "Intimate Exposure." Males could now only ask their nude counterparts to open up and expose themselves: either in front, or from behind. Such exposure requests were still limited to one per hour. Also, men were not allowed to continuously ask their favorite naked lady to constantly expose the innards of her inner labia. Deb was now responsible to keep track of such requests.

Also thankfully: Intimate Fridays were now replaced with Naked Cuddling. The Project had blithely described Intimate Fridays as acts of "penetrative, but non-thrusting, non-orgasmic intercourse."

Well. Sex was still sex.

The ten-member Executive Panel on Nudity had actually recommended that all employees consider bringing in "an old blanket, or a sleeping bag--suitable for placement on the floor." Men would strip and wait for a randomly selected, already nude lady to cuddle with.

Deb was sure that some couples would move beyond mere cuddles, as others would probably sit together in abject naked awkwardness.

The door opened. "Are you ready?"

Deb found she still had a voice. "As ready as we'll ever be!"

And Josh walked in

Why oh why did her PA have to be such a good-looking young guy--especially at a time like this! Josh had just turned thirty. He had sandy-blonde hair, and the look of a male model from one of those Fall men's outerwear catalogues. He should have his sports jacket hooked over his shoulder, and be wearing a form-fitting, and way overly expensive cardigan, as he stared dreamily into the deep Maine woods.

Josh let out a deep breath.

"Oh my god wow! Four true beauties, I should say: wow, wow, wow, wow!"

Deb watched his eyes dancing... so much exposed female flesh... so many lovely lady bits. Where to look? Where to look?

Then his eyes shyly--and slyly--alighted on her. Oh god! What was he thinking??

Deb had always been Josh's mentor. She naturally found him attractive, but they were both happily married. Josh was nearly ten years her junior. It never went beyond smiles and very mild flirting.

Now he was seeing everything she had. Yes: from her great big tits on down to her very bushy, very out-there slit. Oh god: was this sweet young man noticing her puffiness? Was there a visible hint of moisture??

Redheaded Deb had always thought of her body as a "plus four." A girl like Audra had a bod clocking in at 36 - 26 - 36 and 5' 6". Add four to get to Deb: 40 - 30 - 40 and 5' 10 in her bare feet.

Well. Deb's tummy was a tiny bit bigger than 30. She had just recently gone to her trainer at the gym--and explained the whole thing, blushing.

"Go into my office and strip. Everything off. Hey: I've done this before with other women going nude. I need to see exactly what you've got."

Deb couldn't quite believe herself as she undressed--completely. It was good practice. She kept telling herself that.

The trainer strolled in... and looked her over. He made the universal finger swirling sign that meant he wanted her to twirl around.

Deb held her breath--and complied. She showed him her ass although that wasn't the body part at issue.

He sat behind his desk. He leaned back with his fingers laced behind his head. He grinned. "You are like... wow! something else! Listen: with a body type like yours, you're never gonna be that flat in the tum--and you'll never ever have a six-pack! But I can give you some exercises that you can start now."

Deb licked her lips. She put her hands on her naked hips. "Should I go out like this?"

Now he guffawed. "God no! If we ever went full female nude here... I'd hafta be sedated!"

Deb had posed for that trainer--as she was posing for Josh now--because she was going to have to get used to it. Everywhere she or any of the naked execs went this week, veritable waves of rising penises would follow in their wake.

Deb suddenly couldn't look at Josh for fear of seeing signs of his own arousal!

The four female executives at or above Director level had been chosen to lead the way. The Panel had voted 8-2 that the four spend the last week of the second quarter nude. They would be the first. They would demonstrate their commitment with and sympathy for the other forty-five female employees who would all be required to go nude the following week.

It was a good choice of weeks.

Next week included Independece Day, when a lot of people took off. That gave many female employees a chance to decide if they were ready to take it all off when they returned.

Any who truly weren't ready would go to Deb. And Deb would go to the Nudity Project. They promised to find comparable positions for any women who just couldn't do it. No one was forcing anyone to take their clothes off.

Well: except now.

Deb turned her attention back to Josh... and found his eyes straying yet again to her downtown regions.

He blushed.

She raised her eyebrows to say 'just go ahead!'

He sighed, audibly. "If you ladies would all turn around..."

They turned as one. Was there something about being naked for the first time in the presence of a man that turned women into automatons?

"Please... " he was almost whispering. "You know what to do!"

All four women leaned into the table. Their soft warm flesh was pressed into the cool, hard edge. They all reached behind themselves... and opened up their rear cheeks.

There was silence. Anal exposure was not supposed to last more than one minute.

It was barely thirty seconds before Josh gasped out: "you can all turn around now!"

There was a collective sigh as the naked ladies allowed that exposed portion of their anatomy to naturally retreat.

But now--they were all facing front.

Josh's mouth was open... but he had now apparently lost the power of speech.

They had only about a minute. Deb quickly took over.

"Girls? Ladies? Let's do it like I told you: index finger of each hand--legs spread a bit--open her up."

Still in a kind of a daze, each girl--lady--reached down and spread her inner labia wide. Now, they were all trying to stare somewhere else. Not at what they were doing, not at Josh, just... somewhere else.

Josh was obviously trying not to lick his lips. No matter how lickable the sights he was seeing, that seemed obscenely inappropriate.

He looked to Deb, desperately. "Should I... go through the checklist?"

Now Deb did lick her own lips. "Some guys will, so... we might as well get used to it!"

A long pause. Then Josh bent down, hands on his knees, looking from one open pussy to another.

"Clitoral hood, clitoris, urethral opening, vaginal opening. Check, check, check, check."

He stood up. His face was as red as a fresh sunburn. It was all very silly, but it was supposed to be a reminder that all women had the same female parts.

So get over it.

"Thank you Josh," Deb looked at the clock. 8:01. Shit.

"Girls: ladies. Let's get out there."

They walked toward the door slower than prisoners on their way to the chair.

"There's probably a welcoming committee!" Lynn wailed.

Audra put an arm around Lynn's bare, chubby waist. "You're beautiful. They'll love what you've done down there. And you're doing great!"

Deb was both deeply touched--and also strangely jealous.

They were at the door.

They all walked out, one after another, barefoot and naked, into the open office area.

There were at least fifty employees, all standing, some craning their necks for their first glimpse of nude female flesh.

The crowd erupted into loud cheers and sustained applause.

And Deb stopped--dead in her tracks.

She looked down at herself. At her big, heaving, crinkly hard-nippled breasts. At the flaming bush between her legs with her dark pink slit pointing like an arrow towards her sex hole.

The others were already getting pats on bare shoulders; on the smalls of their backs.

Deb was no longer their leader... she was holding back.

She straightened herself up. She wiped away the unwanted tears that stung her eyes, that blurred her vision. She put her hands behind her back; deliberately thrusting out those big breasts.

Deb strode into the office area with a forced smile that said 'hey: look at these tits! will you look at this hot pink pussy!'

She had to be the leader.

She had to get over it.