I had planned for weeks the way I would unveil myself for Annual Nude Day. I did double work outs, went to the tanning salon, had everything waxed, buffed, and shined, ready for my public debut. I was so nervous, but I was determined to go through with it, aiming for a Lady Godiva type of effect if I should be asked to leave.
At 7:30, I left the house in an overcoat and a pair of (how appropriate) nude colored heels and nothing else. I made my usual 20 minute commute to downtown, stopped for my usual coffee on the way into the office, and at 8:00, after setting down my purse in my cubicle, I took off my coat and hung it on my coat rack. It was always a little nippy in the office, but I decided this would be a good thing for the display of my 36 C breasts. They were ever so much perkier with nipples in good standing.
As the rest of my co-workers slowly trickled in, most people just called over the cube wall, "Hey Jane," or "Good morning, Janie." I called back and continued about my work reviewing statistics for a particularly troublesome client.
Suddenly, I heard Scott, my across-the-way cubicle neighbor, take a sharp inhale at my doorway. He was staring at my breasts, mouth agape.
"Hi Scottie," I said, smiling to myself, but turning back to my computer screen.
"Am I awake? Are you really naked?" He said, stammering, but not very loudly.
"Happy Annual Nude Day," I said with a wink.
Scott was a nice looking 40-something bachelor—a little on the nerdy side, but still cute. We were break buddies, going for short walks in the afternoon, sometimes sneaking a late lunch across town so we could have a margarita with our Tex-Mex and no co-worker tattlers to tell on us.
He grabbed my coat and threw it over me. "You have got to put this on!" he whispered loudly, tucking the edges around my hips.
"No, I don't, silly boy. It's a free country." I whispered back, pushing his hands and my coat away.
"I don't want you to get fired! You think they are just going to let this slide?" He was frantic and looking around for something else to throw over me.
"Depends on what's going to be sliding," I said through down-turned lashes.
"Oh, Janie, cut it out. What will I do if you aren't here? I'll lose my mind with all these lunatics around here," he said, now kneeling in front of me and trying to pull the coat back up.
"Why not take your clothes off, too, and see what happens?" I challenged him.
He tilted his head, looked down at my nipples peeking over the edge of the coat, looked down at his own semi-erect crotch, and shook his head no. "I damn sure can't go around sporting a stiffy all day."
"Aw, Scott, I didn't know you cared," I said sincerely. I was flattered. Scott seemed so "big-brotherly" towards me, I thought he wasn't interested in younger women. "How about we get rid of it in the supply closet?"
"What?" He smiled with a "your crazy" look on his face, but pressed down on his crotch now noticeably tented.
"Free love and peace, dude. That's what Annual Nude Day is about, isn't it?" I lifted a bare foot and rubbed the bulge in his pants. "Maybe not, but still. Come on. Offer is good for today only."
I grabbed him by the tie and led him out of my cubicle, past Will's cube, Kara's cube, and around the corner to the wide-open hallway toward the cafeteria. No one was there. I punched in the supply closet code and pulled Scott in behind me, clicking the door closed behind us. The boss keeps the supply closet keypad-locked to keep out the pen thieves—only Kara, me, and Mr. Jackson (the boss) have the code. I figured we'd be relatively safe from discovery.
I flipped on the light and Scott was already one leg out of his pants. I reached for his double-windsor knot and began to unwind it as I pulled him in for a kiss. Scott didn't skip a beat and kicked off the other leg, grabbing my face in his hands and pushing me up against the wall.
"I have wanted to do this for so long, now," he said huskily before planting his mouth over mine, as if with hunger. His tongue thrust into my mouth with intent, not force, and wound around mine as if teasing me. He pressed the length of his body against mine and his hard cock settled right against my already wet pussy. I wanted him inside of me and reached for his shaft, but he grabbed my hands and pushed them against the wall, too.
"No, missy. You got us in here, but I'm taking over now." He raised my hands over my head and held my wrists in one hand. With the other hand, he grasped my breast and lowered his mouth to the nipple, sucking hard and fast, as if he might actually expect to get something out of it. I moaned with pleasure and pressed into him from chest to hip.
"Take off your shirt, Scottie," I whispered. "I want to see you, too."
He continued to suck, but used his free hand to take off his tie and unbutton the shirt. He was well-tanned and muscular in a lean way and he had a small amount of curly hair on his chest, which I found so sexy. He switched to my other breast and then used his free hand to slide between my legs.
"Oh god, Scott, yes," I said, surprised he could pinpoint my clit so instantly—most men fumbled around the female anatomy like they had no idea what they were doing.
"You like that, Janie? Tell me, again," he said, suddenly kissing me again. He pulled back to stare into my eyes. It was the first time I really noticed the depth of his brown eyes—speckled with gold and green.
"Yes, Scott, yesssss," I said, writhing into his hand, still wishing for his cock to be deep inside me already.
All of a sudden, the closet door swung open and there stood Kara and Will with shocked faces.
"Get inside," Scott said, all business.
Will and Kara took a step inside, looking at each of us back and forth. "What the hell are you doing?" Kara asked. "We saw you walk by completely stark naked!"
"She didn't believe it, but I saw you, too," Will said, staring at Scott's hand between my legs. The bulge in his pants was growing more evident by the second.
"It's Annual Nude Day," I said, gulping down another groan of pleasure. I was completely shocked at Scott's daring. He had not stopped for a moment and still held my hands over my head in a way I found exciting.
"Stay and watch or leave and shut-up about it," Scott said, sucking my breast hard again, still rubbing my clit with his hand.
"Or join in," I said, banging my head against the wall with the jolt of an on-coming orgasm.
"I-I can't," Kara said, mesmerized by the sight of us before her. Her nipples were visibly hard through her blouse.
