Surprise Reprise

He always went to the same spot, having discovered it not long after moving into town – going there especially on those sunny days, drawn to its ever changing buzz, something set off nicely against the underlying tranquility brought into the town by the river’s full-flow, just before it swung out into the bay.

It was nothing more than a paved riverside esplanade, having a companionable strip of grass for the discerning tourists to sit along, or stroll beside whilst sharing the view – but for him, the place was where it was at. A scene of meeting, complete with mostly tranquil gulls soaring high above, there for any and all to appreciate.

He liked the spot also because you never quite knew what might happen – and the strangest things had. He thought back wistfully to a quiet and peaceful day last year, almost eleven o’clock and at least an hour or so before most of the town would surface from its Saturday night revelries.

That particular moment in his life was a clear memory, the almost deserted esplanade except for a few walkers and the pretty young lass, definitely a tourist, lain out for a while to sun herself three metres before him, and how she had surreptitiously slipped her hand inside her clothing – between her legs, maybe having forgotten his presence behind her for a moment, and stroked herself briefly before getting up and leaving, without even a backward glance.

He smiled again at that particular memory, remembering how surprised he’d been at the time, reacting only after it was too late to make a move, to say a word and find out if she’d truly forgotten that he’d been there – or if it had all been a ploy to get his attention. That thought alone had kept his fantasies fuelled for much of the ensuing year.

If that episode had been a surprise, then what greeted him upon opening his eyes from those reminiscences, was totally unexpected – what looked like the same post-teenage tourist, was walking across the sun-busy promenade to within a degree of him.

She had the same rich-dark hair, slightly wavy and past shoulder length, tied loose and looking like he remembered it. Figure just as slim, dressed in looser harem pants this time, as opposed to the elasticated ones of the time before – and what might possibly be the same small top, showing perfectly the moulding of her small breasts, in the carefree way of the young.

She sat herself during that dream-sequence, practically before him, just a little closer than she had that time before. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, still not convinced that this wasn’t the same girl.

In settling, she looked across and gave him a smile. He managed a nod in return, one that seemed upon quick-replay reflection, natural enough – it being a friendly kind of place. But that pause left him not knowing quite what to say next – which was okay, because she took up the slack and beat him to it.

‘How are you - still sitting here after all this time?’

So she wasn’t Spanish or Italian, but French.

‘Absolutely – why give up such a spot with a great view.’ He kept the answer open-ended, still uncertain.

‘Ah, so you remember last year too then?’

He smiled to allow himself a pause of calculation: ‘Mhm-um. Late last summer – a Sunday in August, but early in the day…a truly special one and well worth getting up early for, if I recall.’

Her smile spread unselfconsciously, and it warmed him – yet her eyes held a tint of uncertainty of their own, as if she were not sure that he was saying what she thought he was. His smile became a little more open to ease the moment with, and of course gain more time. ‘Ah yes, I enjoyed that morning very much – but you did not stay for long, you left very quickly.’

‘Mmm…’ She glanced at him, eyes still gauging under her smile. ‘Well, I had to go and do something, you know?’

He nodded himself, wondering if she had picked up on his inference, because hers were coming back at him just nicely – and the guessing game was proving to be fun, so he began plotting out responses.

‘And you – did you stay long afterwards, doing your writing corrections?’

‘Ah, no… I had something to do also. I did come back later though, but just then I was…inspired, and I needed to be alone so that I could work it all out.’

‘Ah good.’ Her look changed, becoming impish, ’so tell me what it was that you were inspired about?’

Caught out, he took a deep breath and held it lightly while looking down at the river’s calm flow. Damn, he definitely needed some inspiration now…

He then saw that the impish glimmer had taken stronger command, and was now playing about her lips, moving them beautifully – at which point inspiration really did hit.

Blowing his breath back out he grinned off-handedly – It is now, or never! ‘Well, the day seemed to be too good for wasting on just corrections – and what with me being up so early on a beautiful day an’ all, I felt like writing a completely new piece – an erotic short story.’

There, it was said. He shrugged lightly, not wanting to lose the momentum. ‘The sun does that to me.’

‘Ah yes, I know this feeling.’ She nodded, putting a sage look on for a few seconds. ‘It sounds interesting, this erotic story – what was it about, what inspired you? I am interested in how such a thing occurs.’

She had him once more, and even though an easy way out occurred to him, he felt himself cushioned by a building excitement that egged him on into the difficult direction instead – a recklessness that was all too familiar.

‘Um, well – as I said, the warmth and sunshine started this, and as I was becoming excited myself, I began thinking that it would be good to describe how a woman feels during the same build up of feelings, how her sexual excitement would develop – including her actually touching herself, exploring her thoughts and actions as she does the same with her body –describing what she would feel as she does this.’

‘Difficult for a man, no?’ Her eyes still twinkled light and playfully with amusement.

‘Difficult to keep the concentration, yes – but I was lucky enough to see it all happen, umm, once. The rest was down to my imagination.’

‘Only once you have seen a woman touch herself intimately?’ The way she said it excited him incredibly.

‘Yes – it was very beautiful.’

‘And did you show this woman how you touch yourself, in return. Did she like it?’

He gave a small lop-sided smile: ‘Well, no - she didn’t know that I was there.’ Her expression made him realise what this must be sounding like. ‘I don’t think she knew that anyone was nearby.’ He added quickly.

‘Or maybe she did know – and enjoyed your spying on her – was she in her garden, or the living room maybe, possibly out in the forest, or in her car? Tell me, I must know.’ Her keenness was plain.

‘Well, it did happen in public, and the spot wasn’t busy, all the same it was surprising to see her touching herself, ehm…intimately.’

‘Where then, on a bus, a plane – in the park?’ She moved position to sit attentively before him, posture cross-legged and eyes keenly wide in her eagerness to hear all. ‘Describe it all for me – I want to hear it all.’

‘Well…’ he lowered his voice, wanting to keep the others nearby from hearing what he was about to describe, feeling his excitement build further at this illicit conversation, with all its promises hovering in waiting.

He focused on the telling, adding a tone of conspiracy to draw her closer inwards. ‘The place was actually, here. It was a quiet and sunny morning – too early for it to be busy yet, when a beautiful young woman came to pass a short while away in the sun nearby. In fact, she sat to read just there,’ he pointed to a spot three metres away, ‘I’m not sure how long she had been sat there, as I was working away – I often come her to do my corrections.

‘Anyway, a bit later on when I chanced to look up again, she was lain out to get some of the early sun. No one else was sat nearby, only a few other early risers down by the grass there, and the occasional walking couple on the promenade. She had some small headphones on and was moving her drawn up legs in time to the music.

‘I was drawn to look at her, as she already had her top rolled up quite some way, to expose her smooth young belly to the sun – besides, the way she was lain at the top of those stairs there, she could not see me looking down along her body, especially as she was looking away from me with her head propped up on a thick book. It looked like Ulysses to me, but everyone seems to read that when visiting here.

‘The whole was a pleasant distraction, and I thought nothing more of it – occasionally looking up to admire her fine young body between bouts of correction. In any case, with my attention partly on her, I saw her roll the waistband of her stretch trousers down to just below the hip bones, and it was about then that I started imagining where her thoughts might be going.’

He looked up and saw her nod encouragingly.

‘The crazy thing about it, was that as I watched her do this, imagining the thoughts and hoping that they were going along the lines led by my own hopes, she seemed to do just that.’

‘How so?’ She looked if possible, even more attentive.

‘Her hands began stroking lightly at her belly – just the fingertips. Now, I know that this means nothing really – but it did get my full attention, especially as I had been thinking how good it would be if she would get turned on by what she was doing. She probably wasn’t, but her actions just then at that particular moment, gave me a strange hope that something definitely sexual was about to happen – other than in my mind, I mean.’

‘Yes you are right that this does not really mean anything in itself – I stroke my stomach too, it is very comforting – but it does not mean that I intend to masturbate.’ She spoke in that matter of fact way that people from sexually enlightened countries have. ‘At least, not every time.’ She gave an off-hand shrug and another smile.

He nodded, swallowing quickly at her casualness and shifting position so that he could disguise the first twitches of his awakening erection. It was insane, he had spent plenty of time abroad himself, where such conversation was as common and calmly delivered as any comment about the weather might be – yet after coming back home, his shyness had snapped right back into place. So now I had just better snap right back out of it!

‘Well – this time she did not just stroke her belly.’

‘Yes…?’

‘First she rolled her top up further still – for a moment, it looked like she might take it all the way up – the sensitive underside of her breasts must have already been exposed to the breeze though, as her nipples began to harden, becoming visible under the fabric.’ He gestured vaguely, seeing her own start to show through the tight smoothness of her own top, and he wondered again if it was the same one. ‘As you know yourself, they are sensitive to things like that.’ He added, concentrating upon looking at her eyes.

‘Mm – I know. They can be very sensitive there, and they love a little bit of wind. I like this, please carry on.’

‘Well, as I said, it was not just her belly that was the focus of her attention. Both hands were still lightly smoothing over her skin in small swimming motions, and my ability to know what would happen next seemed to come back to me.

‘She cast a quick look around, but not back at where I was sat quietly. This was when I realised she must have forgotten my presence, for she brought one hand up over her right breast, in a nice, long, slow brush-past, but one that only someone from nearby might have seen in enough detail, to know that it wasn’t just a casual motion of moving a hand to brush some hair from her face – I saw the fingers move over and tease that nipple, as they passed in exquisite slow-motion.’

‘Were you also hard when seeing this?’

He shifted position again to hide his current hardness: ‘Very, yes. It was all happening so unexpectedly, even if I was doing my best to predict the track of this young lady’s thoughts, with some success too.’

She smiled, flickering a quick glance at where his erection was hidden behind his drawn up legs, then mercifully back up to look calmly into his eyes.

‘I do not think you have seen a woman pleasure herself for you before this.’ It was definitely not a question.

‘On film and video, yes – but people here are still very shy about admitting that sort of activity goes on – so getting someone to touch themselves while another watches, does not happen very often.’

‘Ahh – I always show my boyfriends how I please myself – it excites me, and them of course. It also shows how I prefer to be pleasured.’ Her look shifted as she leant forward to place a cool, small hand lightly on his knee.

‘I hope that I am not embarrassing you with such intimacies?’

‘No.’ He hid the gasp behind a grin, feeling a little flustered despite himself. ‘I think that they were very lucky to see you like that.’

‘Well – it is normal, so why not – although I do not think that I would have done that in such an open place as this…unless the reason was right, maybe wanting to attract a certain boy’s attention.’ Her glance held him, and he definitely had the feeling that another kind of toying with had begun to happen here.

‘So tell me what this girl did next. You tell it very well and I am feeing myself drawn into the picture – that is how you say it, no? Also I am becoming quite excited to know how this ends.’

He leant back against the wall, partly to regain a sense of composure, but also to relieve some of the pressure from his erection trapped hard and constricted down his trouser legs – the creases in his combats were crippling him.

It filled out with freedom in blessed relief, a feeling that always made him feel good – on top of the world. Deftly he flipped his baggy t-shirt out over it and leant forward again, now sitting cross-legged in true story-teller’s style, knowing at the same time that she would definitely be able to see more than a hint of his own excitement.

‘After that little bit of breast stroking, my attention and expectations were a hot pressure in my chest. All I wanted was for her to be bold enough, and slide her hand just that short distance further, from where it was rested on her belly and bury itself inside her trousers. At the same time, I didn’t really expect that to happen – not really.

‘It really surprised me when she moved both hands down to hook her thumbs under the waistband, lifting her bottom slightly Then with petite motions, she rolled the top of her tight trousers further away, exposing the top of her little red panties.

My eyes stayed on that curved sliver of fabric, on how it spanned the hollows between her pubic muscles and hip bones, revealing just enough hint of dark hair seen further back in the shadows.’ He saw that he had her full attention now, almost childlike with eyes large and round, lips slightly parted, and moist. He swallowed and continued.

‘Those thumbs swung under the slip then, and with little wriggling motions, she worked its hem down level with the rolled waistband, lifting it slightly clear of her belly.’ He cleared his throat quickly again. ‘I could see her hairs clearly for a few long seconds there, before she removed her hands and resumed the little stroking motions across her lower belly.

‘It was just as well that she stopped just then, because I had forgotten to breathe, and my ears were telling me to do just that, or pass out.’

‘While obeying my ears, she began squirming and rolling her hips, the beat played on her Walkman really getting to her now – I wondered what she was listening to.

‘Then I saw her pause to glance around that half-circle in front of her again, this time parting her raised legs slightly to see between them. Maybe she was just being sure that no one had noticed – because without any further hesitation, she moved her hand right into her slip, and started stroking herself there instead.’

‘You were sure?’ Her eyes were very wide now, but he was more interested in what his peripheral vision was showing him – how noticeably hard her nipples had become.

‘Oh yes – I could clearly see how her hand was lifting and sliding with not so subtle up and down motions. Other than the fact that her legs were slightly apart, I don’t think anyone else would have noticed this though – but I could definitely see her hand lift and arch, confined tight and plainly visible inside those trousers, guiding her middle finger up and down over the clitoris with circular motions, going deeper a few times to lift some moisture up from between her lips. Hell, I thought I could even hear her wetness.’

‘Oh, mmhm. So tell me what happened then?’

‘She stopped – as if suddenly conscious of where she was, withdrawing her hand, re-adjusting her clothes – then simply getting up and going.

‘She left without looking back – maybe I’d made a noise, a too heavy breath or something like that, and she remembered me being there. Or maybe she just preferred some privacy to be naked perhaps and finish herself off in. I could not believe even then that I had been so lucky as to witness what she had shown me.’

‘And you did not call out, or go after her?’

He gave a small laugh: ‘Ah – no. She was gone so quickly, and I still didn’t know if it was the reminder of my presence that had spooked her. I also had a very, very noticeable erection – which might have been taken in the wrong way if my interpretation of the situation had been wrong.’

She cocked her head and smiled for him again: ‘So what did you do then – after she had gone?’

He gave another little laugh, leant back and looked slightly bashful - but in so doing, allowed his t-shirt to slide fully back, revealing the full state of this more current erection. Her glance no matter how brief, told him that she hadn’t missed it.

‘Ah good – I see that you are cured at least, of a similar shyness now. So tell me the rest…’

Nodding, lowering his tone further still: ‘Yes – I went home and fantasised about her. I imagined her coming home, taking off her clothes and playing with herself on the sofa afterwards.’

‘M-mm, yes I did – well, on my bed in the hostel. So maybe you followed me to watch through the window after all…?’ Her smile toyed with him.

‘No – unfortunately not. But why did you stop – did you remember that I was there?’

She leaned in closer, laying a stroking hand down his cheek: ‘How could I forget that you were there, when it was your cock that I was imagining when I started – even before I began to touch myself.’

He looked into her still playful eyes, seeing something else building behind that lightness.

‘So – why did you stop? You did not look like you wanted to.’

She laughed lightly: ‘You must have been very transfixed by what I was doing with myself. You did not see the two Nuns approaching along the promenade, no? I did - and they saw what I was doing with my hand, as clearly as you, I am sure.’ She giggled upon seeing his expression. ‘Okay, you try and continue playing yourself after seeing two Nuns looking at you, framed between your open legs…and they were definitely open by then, with my trousers down almost to my crotch.’

He joined in her laughter and nodded a few times. ‘So that’s who you were thinking of.’

‘Yes and I would have gone further too, if they hadn’t spoiled it. I saw you writing so peacefully, and I wanted you – did you not see me looking at you earlier?’ His shaking head didn’t stop her. ‘I did it all to get your attention. I was about to uncover my breasts fully, and even hold open my trousers all the way, so you would see without any doubt, my fingers working myself.

‘I did not think at that point that you had seen me. It is why I left without saying anything – I wanted it all to be so sexy, and if you hadn’t seen me and what my hand was doing, then I did not know what to do. Anyway, I did not want to stay with then Nuns were looking at me like that.’

Shari nodded.

“What was it like your first year?” Monica asked.

“Same as this time, pretty much,” Shari said. “Wake up, take a shower, don’t get dressed. That was kind of my ‘going-to-work routine’ for all five Nude Secretary Days I’ve done.”

“Oh,” Monica said. “I was wondering if you believed it your first year. Like, you knew it was for real from the start?”

Shari wiped her mouth with her napkin, and then wiped away some mayonnaise that had dribbled from her sandwich onto her breasts.

“You promise not to hate me for saying this?”

“Why would I hate you?” Monica asked.

“Cause you might not like what I’m about to say,” Shari said.

“I promise,” Monica said.

“Well,” Shari said. “Nude Secretaries Day was actually my idea.”

“What?” Monica exclaimed.

“I didn’t make up the holiday itself,” Shari said. “I heard about another business that did it, so I suggested it to the CEO of ours. I made a petition and forwarded around the office. It took a few months of hard work, but I finally got it implemented.”

Monica didn’t know where to begin.

“Why did you do that?” Monica decided was a logical first question.

“Because,” Shari said. “I wanted a day where I could come to work naked. And I wanted other women in the office to be naked too.”

Shari took a drink of her water and continued.

“I can’t explain it, I just like it, I guess. I like the way it feels to be naked. I like the way men treat me when I’m naked. And I like looking at other women naked.”

“Other women?” Monica asked.

“Yes.”

Monica paused.

“Like me?” she asked.

“Yes,” Shari said.

Monica stared aback at Shari.

“I can’t say I’ve regretted my decision,” Shari said. “Not in the least. I hope you’re not mad.”

Monica thought for a minute.

“No, I’m not mad,” she said.

Shari bit her lip.

“Well, good,” she said.

Monica finished her lunch and put it in the trash.

“I have work to do,” Monica said.

“Better get on it,” Shari said.

Monica turned around, and Shari couldn’t help but admire Monica’s cute behind as she made her way out of the cafeteria back up to her office.

—–

Monica spent the next hour in her office, typing away on her computer. She still kept her door open so she could be seen, but her mind was no longer on her male coworkers. Albert walked into her office, and closed the door behind him.

“Great photo shoot today,” he said.

“Thanks,” Monica said, as she continued typing away.

“I think I might use some of your pictures as my new screensaver,” Albert said.

Monica laughed.

“I’m flattered.”

Albert placed his hands on Monica’s shoulders and rubbed them gently. Monica sighed.

“I hope you’ll be flattered by what I say next,” Albert said.

Monica closed her eyes and rolled her shoulders back under Albert’s strong hands.

“And what would that be?” Monica asked.

“I’d like to meet you in a motel room after work,” Albert. “And not for business, as you would imagine.”

Monica imagined herself in a motel room with Albert, and the erotic things he might try to do to her. As enjoyable as it sounded, Monica just couldn’t accept the invitation.

“I appreciate the offer,” Monica said. “But I’ll have to pass.”

“You sure?” Albert asked. “Sex with the boss has its perks.”

“I know,” Monica said. “I’m sorry.”

“There someone else?” Albert asked.

Monica looked up at Albert.

“Actually, yes, there is.”

—–

Monica was on her way to the copy machine when she saw the VP of the company in the halls. He was a bit unaccustomed to seeing naked women in an office setting, so he found Monica a bit distracting as another employee was explaining a budget plan. Monica politely introduced herself, and he found her quite charming. Monica excused herself so she could return to work, and the VP watched her as she walked away.

Monica placed some papers in the photocopy machine, but found one document already inside with David’s name on them. Shari must have left the original in there and forgotten about it. After Monica made the copies she needed, she brought the forgotten paper to Shari’s office. Shari smiled as Monica entered.

“Hi,” Monica said.

“Hi,” Shari said. “You’re doing a great job, today.”

“Thanks,” Monica said. Monica set the forgotten document on Shari’s desk. “This yours?”

“Yeah,” Shari said, shaking her head. “Don’t know where my head’s at today.”

“Been a lot of distractions,” Monica said.

Shari nodded in agreement.

“Sure have.”

Shari and Monica were silent.

“Do you want to say it, or should I?” Shari asked.

“Ladies room?” Monica asked.

“Thirty seconds.” Shari said.

Monica hurried out of Shari’s office and quickly made her way to the ladies room. Soon after, Shari rushed into the ladies room as well, and pushed Monica against the wall.

“God, you are so damn fine,” Shari said lustfully.

Shari pressed her lips against Monica’s and kissed her passionately.

The two women grabbed each other’s breasts as they rubbed their bodies against one another. Monica felt her nipples become increasingly hard under her arousal, and her arousal increased even more upon feeling Shari’s nipples rubbing against hers.

Shari placed her hands on Monica’s buttocks and squeezed her softly. Monica’s bottom was round and firm, and having her full hands on it excited Shari to no extent. The two of them kissed each other long and lovingly, letting their tongues sensually dance against each other’s lips. Shari’s breasts were so big, so full, so round, that Monica decided she had to have a taste of them. Monica pulled her mouth away from Shari’s and placed it on Shari’s left breast. Monica sucked it for several seconds, absorbing the taste against her lips and tongue. Monica kissed Shari’s left breast, then her right, and then the left again. Shari pressed her index and middle finger between her legs, and masturbated herself as she enjoyed Monica’s loving licks. Monica teasingly ran her tongue over Shari’s nipples, and kissed them softly until they were swollen and large.

Shari caught a glimpse of Monica’s backside in the bathroom mirror, and the sight of Monica’s round, shapely buttocks made Shari’s vagina become increasingly moist. Monica’s sexiness was starting to drive Shari absolutely crazy.

“Go down on me, precious,” Shari moaned. “Please.”

Monica took her mouth from Shari’s breasts and dropped down to her knees. Shari lifted her left leg so Monica could fit her head between Shari’s legs. Monica gazed at Shari’s beautifully trimmed, light brown pubic hair, and placed her mouth upon it. The wetness from Monica’s lips seemed to seep throughout Shari’s entire body, and sexually consumed her being. Monica ran her tongue across Shari’s labia, slowly and softly, and she increased the rhythm until Shari’s body started to spasm. Monica grabbed Shari by her thighs and thrusted her tongue deep into Shari’s vagina. Shari moaned in pleasure as Monica twisted her tongue around and about, back and forth, up and down, licking Shari at every sensitive spot within her vagina. Shari’s heart was pounding, her pulse racing faster as Monica’s oral pleasure increased in intensity. Monica licked her faster and harder, tasting the sweet juices seeping from Shari’s vagina. Monica’s efforts soon accumulated into Shari climaxing in a powerful orgasm.

Shari clutched the door handle with her left hand and the paper towel dispenser with her right, and let out a scream of ecstasy. Monica squeezed Shari’s hips and buttocks to help her maintain her balance throughout her climax. Shari’s entire body trembled, and Monica held her tightly throughout her orgasm. Shari let out a breath as her nipples returned to their normal softness. She lowered her leg, as Monica returned to her feet.

They looked into each other’s eyes, and Shari batted her eyelashes romantically.

They kissed.

“Your turn,” Shari said sweetly.

Monica climbed onto the restroom counter and placed her buttocks between the sinks. She spread her legs apart nice and wide, and beckoned Shari to come between them. Shari walked towards her and lustfully licked her lips. Shari extended her left hand, and placed it under the soap dispenser. Monica watched as Shari gave the dispenser three pumps, and let the soap dribble into her open palm. Shari smiled sweetly as she took the smooth gel-like lubricant and rubbed it between her palms. Monica waited in baited anticipation to see what Shari would do next.

With her hands wet and soapy, Shari placed her open palms against Monica’s breasts and massaged them lovingly. Now Monica’s nipples were hardening again, and Shari softly rubbed her thumbs and index fingers across the surface of Monica’s breasts, and whimsically gave both of Monica’s nipples a light pinch.

Shari rubbed more soap on Monica’s body, completely covering her back, hips, buttocks, and thighs, all parts of Monica’s body that were exposed thanks to today being Nude Secretaries Day. Monica sighed under Shari’s loving hands, and leaned against the mirror and closed her eyes. Shari ran her palms across Monica’s thighs, and firmly held them in place. Although Monica kept her eyes shut, she could feel the warmth of Shari’s breath coming closer to her labia. Monica lifted up her thighs, so Shari could descend between them at the most advantageous angle.

Shari took Monica’s labia into her mouth, and teased her with her tongue by tickling Monica’s swollen clitoris. Monica felt her clit swell with blood as Shari placed her lips around it and sucked it lightly.

Monica felt as if she was becoming detached from the earth as the intensity of Shari’s sucking increased. Shari was rocking her world, shattering her definition of sexual pleasure with every loving pass of her tongue around the interior of Monica’s vagina.

Monica began to fantasize about her ex boyfriend. She loved the way he touched her and aroused her. She loved the way his penis looked when it was fully erect. She loved the way it felt in her hand, in her mouth, in her vagina, even in her anus. Monica was losing her grip with reality. Shari was sucking every figment of her being through her vagina, and Monica was enjoying every moment of it. Shari’s loving oral pleasure carried Monica over the threshold, and left Monica screaming in pleasure. Shari grabbed hold of Monica’s thighs and pulled them open even farther to deliver a few final licks. Monica sighed deeply as all the tension escaped from her body, and she returned to a state of complete relaxation. Shari held her gently until Monica’s orgasm was fully passed. Only when it was over, did Shari give Monica one last kiss to her labia.

Shari and Monica looked each other in the eyes. Both women knew this was an experience neither of them would ever forget.

After a warm rinse, washing all of the soap and love sweat from their naked bodies, Monica and Shari returned to their offices and resumed working. A few of their coworkers were curious about the noises they heard from the ladies room, but it didn’t take much for them to figure out what was going on.

A security camera inside the women’s restroom happened to catch everything that happened, and it wasn’t long before the video was passed around the office. Given the video’s popularity, neither David nor Albert chose to reprimand their respective employees, although Albert elected to administer a spanking for the indiscretion, to which Monica willingly submitted in Albert’s office. After the spanking, Monica resumed to work, and David took Shari over his knee and provided her with a memorable paddling as well.

—–

The end of the day finally came, and Monica was happy to finally return home. She retrieved her purse from her cubby drawer, and once again, Albert watched her as she bent over to retrieve it, although this time, the view was far more splendid. No skirt to conceal his view, no panty lines, just two beautiful mounds of bare flesh, staring back at him. He even caught a glimpse of pink between her legs. Monica stood up, and finally put back on her coat. She decided to leave her clothes in her desk, and bring a tote bag tomorrow to bring them home. One thing she knew for sure, Nude Secretaries Day was the best thing to ever happen to this office.

Monica waved goodbye to Albert, and opened her coat for him to give him one last glimpse of her naked body for the day before she headed home. Albert smiled in appreciation. Monica turned and walked out of her office. It would be another year before the next Nude Secretaries Day, and Monica could hardly wait.