**Author's note -- National Nude Day Contest Entry. If you're not interested in nudity and lesbian sex, you should probably read something else. As always, I wrote this story for my amusement. I can only hope it works as well for others.
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My alarm.
I slapped the thing, sent it flying. Later, I'd be amazed the thing still worked. I hate alarm clocks.
I sat up on the side of my bed and adjusted my nightie. One of my nipples was peeking out. Five years ago, I'd have played with it, teased it for its indiscretion. Hell, five years ago, I probably wouldn't have worn the nightie. And I still would have played with it. There was something luxurious about satin sheets and my naked skin, but in the last few years I'd forgotten more masturbatory orgasms than most men, I think, and my early schedule left me too tired to even remember that I was alive, that I was a woman. Maybe it was the dreams of sex lingering in my thoughts, humid and hot, that reminded me, but on this particular morning, I remembered. My nipples buzzed and sent a pulse of electric flame on diagonal vectors towards my vagina.
So, groggy and horny, I sat there and tried to remember what I had planned to wear to work. Slowly, it dawned on me that it was July 11. National Nude Day. I only remembered because of a prank email I'd seen at work the day before. Who celebrates National Nude Day? But wait. Nude Day. My kind of day. Or it used to be. I'd done crazy stuff in college. Maybe it was time to brush the cobwebs off my sexy body.
Well, I think it's sexy. I've not got enough skin, like I spend too much time in spas, swimming laps in Olymipic-sized pools, and running on a treadmill or riding a stationary bike. Athletic, my breasts are too small for most men, a factor I've been unable to exploit in my corporate career. Maybe it was for the best. I was never tempted to be the office bimbo just because everyone was always concentrating on my chest and not what I was saying. I actually had to make sense in the office. Anyway, my breasts had grown a size over the years. Two kids will do that, even to those of us with small chests. My ass had swelled a little, too, more flab than fat, but I only noticed if I bent over and looked at my ass in a mirror. I'm kinky enough to enjoy that sort of thing, but not lately, which is to say I didn't often notice my ass being larger than before. I still got harassment from men who said I was way too skinny. Go figure.
An hour and ten minutes later, I was on my way up the exterior elevator at my office building, wearing nothing but a pair of shoes underneath my leather trench coat. The wind was cold, and I found myself appreciating that waves of nervousness had stilted my sexual urges for the moment. Moisture oozing from my sex would have been cold, and I didn't want cold down there. It was way too early for cold.
I entertained myself, by wondering if anyone looking up at the elevator could see up my coat. It was a long trench-coat that came down past my knees, so I imagined no one could see anything, but the thought still entertained me. I could have flashed someone, I suppose, but for me, the nudity inside my coat was enough at the time. It would be better in my office, where I could control the temperature better.
I stopped at the mail floor to gather some supplies, only to find a handful of the staff making fun of a younger woman, an intern from college, who worked on my floor as an assistant. She had glasses and freckles, and rich, brown hair. I had yet to talk to her, but I found myself unable to resist. What made it worse was that she was dressed like me, only she had a shorter coat in suede. I handed her a small stack of my mail. She took it, blinking. The mail room jerks knew me, and returned to their desks immediately.
"Take those to my office," I told her with a quick wink. "Get some coffee ready. I'll be there shortly."
I gave the boys in the mail room a threatening glare, then headed off in a different direction. Behind me, the girl finished her tasks and left without another word from the pricks. Smiling to myself, I took a long route to my office, wondering what any of the people I passed would think if they knew what I wasn't wearing. When I got to my office, the girl waited in front of my desk, my mail on the side of my desk and a big mug of coffee waiting in the center.
"I didn't know how you liked it, so I brought cream and sugar," she said. A small disposable cup of cream and three packets of sugar waited beside the mug.
"Actually," I laughed, "I don't even like coffee. I just wanted to get you away from those apes in Oxfords in the mailroom. Thank you, though."
She blushed, lowered her head. "I don't know how to deal with them. I never did, all the way through school and now college." She was pretty when she blushed, her redness spreading evenly through her complexion. Her nose was soft, upturned just enough to be interesting, and with big puffy lips that seemed to be so 'in' these days. I found her somewhere between my maternal instincts and the hunger for thrashing sex. Was that a spark I saw in her eyes when she looked back up at me? My insides coiled around my womb, struggling vainly to hold my desire in check. Did being naked make a person hornier? I know it didn't work that way in the doctor's office. What gives?
I looked away from her big, brown eyes, took a calming breath, and closed my door. Locked it. It doesn't have a window, so I took a chance and slipped my coat off. The girl wasn't looking at me as I hung the leather beauty on my coat rack.
"What's your name?"
"Lisa," she said, turning to face me. When she saw my completely naked body -- I had even kicked off my shoes -- she blanched, then turned around to face my grand windows. I froze.
"I take it you aren't dressed for National Nude Day under there?"
Lisa gasped. "Um, no." She sounded like a mouse about to be devoured by the cat. I sighed. Oh well. Can't win any of them, let alone a few. Gritting my teeth, I went to my desk and sipped at the coffee. It wasn't bad, I'm just not a coffee drinker. I lifted it to her in appreciation, which got me another blush and her turning in different direction.
So, what was I going to do to turn this from a terribly embarrassing situation into something useful. I doubted I could seduce her. She didn't look like a gal who'd willingly touch another pussy, let alone eat one. I got to my feet, went to the windows. They were big, bare, but tinted and hundreds of feet in the air. A person in distant sky-scrapers, with good binoculars, looking right at my window, might be able to tell that I was undressed. Maybe. I leaned against the glass, crossed my arms under my nipples, and looked at Lisa. The window was cold against my shoulder and butt.
"Well, care to join me? We can be crazy idiots together. You can work here for the day. I'll call Mark so you don't get any trouble."
She gaped. "You...You want me to..."
"Work naked? Yes."
"Ah, Mrs. Anderson, I don't know."
"I could get you reassigned? A raise, maybe?"
Her face turned from rosy to red. "Isn't that technically prostitution?"
I shook my head with a laugh and sat at my desk again. "No, that would be if I tried to bribe you to let me touch you."
"Oh. Well, no, you don't need to bribe me."
I watched her as she realized what she had said. Her face darkened even more.
"I mean..."
