Breathing hard coming to the office from the underground, I straighten my short turquoise summer dress as I sit down on my chair, next to my colleagues. Pressing my flesh colored stocking clad knees together; I slip a hand between my legs to my smooth naked thighs. Decorum prohibits me to slip a finger into my naked, wet pussy. My reflection and that of my three fellow employees in the large mirror against the opposite wall reminds me of where I am. We are in the boardroom of a small lingerie company, specializing in sexy thigh hugging stockings. I let my gaze roam around the room. The two inner walls of the small the boardroom are made of thick glass while the outside wall is a soft brown stone. Somebody has removed the table in the middle of the room. A small low table stands in front of the mirror, next to a chair. The thick beige carpet gives the room a warm atmosphere.
One reason for my wetness is the sexy woman who sat across me on the tube this morning. While looking me right in the eyes, she opened her legs to show me her beautiful trimmed pussy. Flicking her tongue over her red lips as an open invitation got my own juices flowing. I tried to show her mine but a passenger moved between us, blocking my view. That fleeting moment of naked sex was enough to make me horny as a bitch in heat. At least it takes my mind off the matters at hand.
The other reason is that we got word yesterday how we must dress today. We have to wear a pair of the company latest sexy stockings, no underwear and an easy-to-remove dress. I never wear panties in any case, except during my period, then only a miniscule g-string. The request intrigued me and made we wet with anticipation of meeting our new boss.
I sneak a peak at my beautiful coworkers, Maureen, Isobel and Prudence. They are wearing the prescribed stockings but each with a different kind dress. Maureen is a tall slender woman, with a fiery bush of red hair and a winning smile. She is the production manager and wears light green dress. Isobel, on the other hand is a petite brunette woman with a heart of a lioness and the drive of a giant. She is the marketing manager and can sell water to a fish. She is wearing a short pink skirt and blouse to hide her ample bosom. Prudence, a typical blond and the receptionist, has the face of a cover girl, the boobs of a porn star and the legs of an athlete. She is a bit short in the brain department but makes up with her winning personality. She is dressed in a skimpy white outfit, showing off her talents. She has a notepad and pen with her, ready for any dictation. My name is Jo-Ann and I am the personnel manager of a struggling lingerie company. We are in our twenties, horny, full of life and waiting for the new owner to make her entrance.
Crossing my legs, I inspect my own image in the mirror. Two emerald green eyes, a small pointy nose and sexy lips stare back at me. I see my long blond hair cascading over my ears, dropping past my shoulders, running between my shoulder blades and coming to rest just above my buttocks. For 26 years, a scissors never touched a lock of my hair. That is why I wax my pussy hair. A smile appears on my pink lips, showing off my beautiful white teeth. I am proud of my long hair and my naked cunt.
By now my dress is bunched over my pussy, displaying my naked buttocks, and showing off my long tanned legs. Involuntary I brush my fingers over my wet puffy lips, squeezed between my thighs. I gasp as my hand moves beneath the hem my dress, applying some pressure on my clit. My 36C breasts strain against the thin material of my dress, forcing the remaining button holding my tits together to hang on for dear life. My cleavage is now open to below my orbs. My naked nipples are proudly tenting up the material, betraying my lack of underwear. The whispers of the others shake me out of my pleasure-induced thoughts. Fortunately, the others didn't see my hand slipping beneath my dress.
Suddenly, the glass door behind me opens. The mirror image reveals a beautiful female vision in black; tall, beautiful with shoulder length black hair, dressed in a buttoned up business jacket that just reaches the top of her milky thighs. I quickly swivel around in my chair to see this beauty from up close. She must have forgotten to put on her skirt and a blouse, because I can see the swell of her naked breasts at the neck of the jacket and the apex of her thighs beneath the hem. The naked flesh between the jacket and the black thigh hugging stockings are at least two inches. I definitely can see a hint of her sex peeking from beneath the jacket. My gaze follows her long legs to her comfortable black high heel shoes.
Putting her hands on her hips, she allows us to take a good look at her before she moves to the low table. For a brief moment, I catch a glimpse of her long clit enfolded in puffy pussy lips. This woman oozes sex appeal, power and lust. Definitely, she is my kind of woman. Then she glides to the low table, swaying her hips as she walks. From behind, the cheeks of her ass are clearly visible beneath her jacket. From my low vantage point, I can see the slit of her cunt between her legs, running from beyond her pucker hole to her clit.
At the table, she slowly turns around.
"Good morning, ladies," she says in a soft, sexy voice. "My name is Victoria and I'm your new boss." She lets her gaze move across her four employees. She smiles and continues softly.
"With your help, I want to turn this sorry ass company into a high flying, profit making, trendsetter." She delivers every word with strong feminine power. I feel blood rushing to my labia and clit. "It will take total dedication from every one of us." She leans forward and rests her hands on the table, showing off her backside to the mirror and to us β on purpose. Her pussy is dripping with juice and her puffy lips are spread open to give us a glimpse of her pink secret chamber. The cleavage between her tits are just as inviting. I can see her dark nipples against her milky skin.
How I would love to fuck this goddess.
She straightens up, looks us in the eye and continues with her motivational speech. "Unlike Victoria Secrets we will flaunt our products. You are the living, breathing, fucking, and lovable ads for it. Every where you go, you will live, eat, drink and fuck our products." She stares at us to ascertain our responses. It will take more than 'fuck' to get a reply for us, but by this time my fingers played an erotic tune on my clit.
"I have designed a new uniform for all of us. This jacket will be your step- outs." She turns around for us to she what we're getting into. Then she slowly unbuttons her jacket and lets it drop to the floor to stand naked before us. "And in celebration of Nude Day, this will be your office dress." Her skin is milky white with small areolas and nipples on firm tits. There is a short thin strip of black pubic hair above her pussy. An erect clit sticks its neck out beneath wet puffy lips. Her black stockings and shoes are the only items on her person.
Suddenly, a moan of ecstasy escapes from between my clenched teeth. I brought myself to a climax as I watched Victoria strip to all her naked glory. My orgasm continues as Victoria puts her right leg onto the chair, opening her cuntlips for us to admire. This woman has no shame and seems to love to show off her body.
Then it hits me. Are we supposed to be undressed in the same manner? I quickly look at the others. They just stare at her with open mouths. I cannot detect a hint of doubt in their eyes, only lust. Have they suddenly become a bunch of dykes at the first sight of a naked beauty? I know I'm bisexual and love pussy like any man or lezzy, but what about these women? If I knew that they were that way inclined, I would've had them long ago. Wasted opportunities. I just hope that I can make up for it.
"Okay, ladies. Your turn. Strip." Victoria's voice cuts off our lust, putting our modesty on the line. I hear Isobel next to me gulp. It is one thing to lust after a naked woman, but to expose ourselves to others in public, in the office, is something we have never done. My lust-induced mind is racing up and down the corridors of morality to figure out what to do. Convention says it is immoral to walk around naked for all to see your secret charms. One should keep that privilege only for your lover. What if they all become my lovers?