The following day I went to the flower shop. I could have sent out for flowers but I wanted to pick them myself. I found lovely red roses and got a bunch each for Anne and Ylva. But then I added four big dark red roses in Ylva's bunch. I found a Polyanthus rose with many small flowers on and put one of them in Anne's bunch. I had them sent to the ladies offices.
At lunch time they both burst into my office.
"You naughty man. To give us roses like that. Well, they were very nice but a real gentleman wouldn't give us away like that," Anne said gravely and they both looked sternly at me hovering over my desk.
But then Ylva broke up into a big smile and soon they both were laughing happily. They hugged me and thanked for the flowers. Ylva pulled my nose into her generous cleavage when she hugged me. We ended up having a very pleasant lunch together.
In the afternoon I came by Margareta in a corridor. She had joined our company as a trainee. At first she was ordinary good looking but had over the years developed her own style and took full advantage of her red hair. She now was a ravishing redhead with ample boobs to go with it. She didn´t hesitate to use her beauty in discussions to get her male opponents off balance. I had seen many times how she leaned forward in heated discussions showing a deep cleavage.
She had already from the beginning done excellently in her different postings during her trainee years and quickly got promoted. She had been appointed head of accounts at the age of 34 which was rather young in our company. I was sure that she was going to be our next CFO when that post got vacant in a couple of years.
She smiled as usual when we met and then lowered her eyes.
"Thank you for the show last night," I said. "It was a stunning performance. You are very beautiful, ravishing beautiful."
She looked up and smiled, still blushing.
"Well, I am happy that you recognized me. I was afraid you would, but at the same time also wanted it. You have been so kind and helpful over the years. Yes, I wanted you to recognize me, to know that it was me who was grateful to you. I wanted to thank you for all your help. Glad you liked it." She said blushing deeply.
The following day I chaired a steering committee in a big IT-project. Half way through the meeting I suddenly noticed that Karin, the project manager, was fiddling with a small piece of white fur pinned to her lapel. She met my eyes, nodded slightly and blushed. A little later I saw that Britt, the project manager in an adjoining project, had a small piece of black fur hanging on a necklace. She saw my stare and stroked along the fur meeting my eyes at the same time. She smiled broadly but didn´t blush at all. I had a hard time to regain my composure. Memories of these two lovely women flashed for my inner eye. The slender, true blond Karin with pussy hair that let her pussy slit show and small breasts with long taut nipples. Britt, curvy with silky, pitch black pussy hair belly dancing before me. It was hard to concentrate on the meeting.
Afterwards I quietly asked the two women to come into my office. They readily agreed. Now I remembered not only having saved their asses, lovely asses as I now knew, in a project some years ago but also had boosted their careers by asking for them as project managers now and then.
"I really want to thank you for a most enjoyable show last night," I said when the door was closed behind us. "Now when you have revealed that you wanted to be recognized," I added. "You certainly look stunning both of you, different colors and all."
They both blushed but smiled at the same time and looked pleased.
"Oh, you have been so kind to us over the years," Britt said. "Karin and I have talked about it now and then. We wanted to thank you but at first we didn't know how to do it properly. But then I got the idea and suggested to Ylva that we should give you a private version of our show. And it turned out that several in our group wanted the same thing. So thank you and good luck in the future."
"It was I who thought that the ordinary show wasn´t enough to show you our affection and how grateful we are. I think you noticed when I suggested an extension of our ordinary show. I had to argue at first but then they all were happy to agree. It was real fun to be so naughty," Karin said a bit breathlessly.
"But you got my support immediately," Britt said eagerly. "I agree with you Karin. It was very fun but also a tremendous turn on to perform being totally nude."
"I really appreciated the show. As I said you have gorgeous bodies and danced so excellently. I can´t thank you enough."
Karin came forward with a prod smile on her face. She gave me a full body hug pressing herself hard at me lengthily. Britt more or less had to push her aside when she wanted to do the same.
Smilingly they left, beaming of pride.
The following day my secretary showed Eva into my office. She was in PR and wanted to show me the press release about my retirement. After we had gone through the text and chosen a photograph she hesitated.
"You don't recognize me, do you?" She asked innocently.
"Of course I know you. You are Eva and have been doing a great job in PR for a couple of years and before that you were in Marketing," I said a bit puzzled.
"Oh, thank you. You have supported me so much over the years. I am very grateful for that. But I meant that you didn't recognize me from the show the other night," she said blushing, looking straight into my eyes. She suddenly fiddled with a small piece of nappa leather.
"Oh my goodness, it was a marvelous show. You looked great, really great," I said getting the clue. "I haven't seen a shav- ... I mean I haven't seen a woman with your looks since my wife left me years ago. You were adorable," I stammered suddenly afraid that I had gone too far.
"You mean that you liked my shaved pussy," she said, smiling sweetly. "Well, the other women have such great pussy bushes so I thought I had to do something different to stand out and be remembered. And you know what? It makes me feel so inflamingly naked, nothing shields my pussy. It feels like the men's stares goes directly into my cunt. And the skin on my mound gets so sensitive. Like when you kissed me there. I could feel it in the depths of my femininity." She got quiet, lost in her feelings.
"Well," she resumed. "I didn't want you to remember just a shaved pussy in the show. I wanted you to know that it was my shaved pussy and that you should remember me. Thank you for everything," she said and rose to leave.
I was flabbergasted. Such frankness. But the women in the business career were nowadays very outspoken and certainly not shy. They know what they want.
I rose to say good bye to her and she willingly came into my arms. She was rather short and she looked up smilingly when we hugged.
I was working after hours that evening going through papers and emptying my drawers. There was a soft knock on the door to the outer room before it opened and closed. My door was open and I saw Caroline from HR come into the office. She spotted me and smiled.
"Hi, I hoped that you would still be around. Retirees normally are on their last evenings. Hard to abandon ship, I guess. Well, here are some papers about your pension. I just got them ready for you to sign. It can of course wait until tomorrow but it would be helpful if you could do it tonight." She stood in the door waiting for my answer.
