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 ï>¿Nude Therapy by luv2custrip

   Nude Therapy - Phase 03 - Nude Interview

   A female job candidate must strip and get intimate.

   I had just returned from lunch and went about my usual routine.  I
chatted up and flirted with all the naked ladies in our call center.  On my
way back to my office, I peeked in on my two nude appointment setters who
shared the same office.

   "How are you girls doing?" I asked.

   "We're fine," they answered in practiced unison.

   "Do you have time to show me how fine you are?" I always raised my
eyebrows when I got to that part.

   "Oh okay" "I guess" they mumbled and stood up.  All part of the routine.
Then they leaned over their desks, presenting their delightfully bare rumps
to me, wearing nothing but their high heels and minimal jewelry.

   Patti had short blonde hair and was exceptionally curvy, about
twenty-five.  Lorna was in her late thirties with auburn hair almost down
to that sweet ass, and had a nice, slim figure.

   I stepped in between those two, one hand on each rear end.  By
agreement, I never went too far between the cheeks, and I never touched
them between their pretty legs.  Although, with all of their squirming
around from my man handling, I did get more than a few glimpses of
paradise.

   After only a few minutes I would sigh.  "Thank you ladies!  I think I'm
ready to face the rest of the day!"

   Invariably they would both giggle and even blush a little as they turned
around and sat back down.  Looking intently at their bared bodies, I
wondered if it was time to switch to a bit of two-girl titty play instead.

   Back in my office at last and there was a post-it from Ella, my boss. 
Seemingly old-fashioned for a woman who worked naked-- but then she had a
habit of teasing everyone with post-its over her nipples at times.  "Oh
these," she would say, "I forgot all about them!  Please don't report me to
H.  R.  for covering up!"

   She was a crazy woman so of course I loved her.

   "See me when you get back from lunch and are done molesting helpless
naked women.  Re potential new hire" read the note.

   Well.  It wasn't molestation when it was all agreed upon by all parties.
All sexual touching had to be voluntary on the ladies' part; we even had a
written agreement on file since our little ass-fun time was "frequent, i.
e., more than once per week, although lasting less than five (5) minutes
each occurrence."

   The company had gone Full Female Nude five months ago; then Phase Two or
Intimate Friday a month later.  Was I getting used to all the women nude at
work?  Almost.  How about Intimate Friday?  I was three weeks away from my
wedding and I had reacted by taken my penis out of circulation.

   It had been almost a year since we all learned that Nude Therapy was
only a way to get us all used to seeing naked ladies at work.  What seemed
to be nothing but localized nonsense was actually part of a larger,
nationwide plan to totally change our response to public female nudity.

   I went through my emails quickly and saw messages from Anne, my
fiancÃ(C)e.  I thought I was hard five minutes ago, but just seeing her
name...  I was nutty in love + lust.  She kept reminding me of our next
appointment for what was becoming an increasingly crazy wedding.  So much
for "something small: just family and friends."

   But, on to Ella.  She was about 5' 6" with short black hair and those
cute curls just below the ears.  Her body was nice and compact at about 34B
- 28 - 34.  She always noted her Southern Italian heritage, and how her
skin invariably turned golden brown-- with no tan lines-- every summer.

   As I walked to her office and smiled at naked Greta, her older blonde
secretary, I sort of had to stop to catch my breath.  For one: Ella was in
a perpetual state of horniness that I would have to deal with.  Then, if
she was talking about the same new hire who would work directly under me...

   "She can see you now," said Greta.  I always made a point to
deliberately leer at her.  She was in her late fifties and probably felt
intimidated by all the bare young bodies around her.  Her breasts were
slightly over-large and droopy, but well-- they were still naked tits!  And
she always showed her appreciation for my looks by wheeling out her chair a
little and 'accidentally' spreading her legs open wide for me.

   As I entered Ella's office I heard her say "shut the door; lock it." It
was an 'oh shit' moment as I turned to her after complying.  She was
leaning against her desk in her usual manner: one muscular leg straight,
one bent.  It was the perfect pose for me to sit in my usual chair, and
contemplate her pussy.

   "How was your lunch?" she cooed, "and how was your naked ass time?"

   "Both were great as usual." I was trying to remain standing as long as
possible: maybe she only wanted me to look, not to--

   "Oh please sit down," Ella sounded exasperated.  "I thought you knew me
by now-- I am quite insatiable!"

   I gave a heavy sigh and did as I was told.  Her whole pussy area really
was wonderful to behold up close.  She had shaved a perfect equilateral
triangle of black fur on her mound.  Below that, she was completely
hairless; her genitalia always an incongruously dark pink against her brown
skin.

   Her outer labia were as usual slightly open.  Her inners were droopy and
bulged out from her clitoral hood on down to the slit of her vagina.  Her
clitoris itself apparently never hid; it was always out there, just a
lighter shade of pink than the rest of her.

   "Why am I not over it yet?" she asked, although I knew the question was
rhetorical.  "I just spent eighty hours totally nude-- can you believe it?!
Started 6 am Friday: I sleep in a man's tee and it came off for the shower.
A Certified Nude Uber here, a whole day naked here, then another Uber to
our plane.

   (Certified Nude facilities and services are guaranteed safe, harassment
free environments for naked women.)

   "Nude on the plane-- with a nude male attendant-- then another Nude Uber
to the Certified Nude hotel.  Where I spent the weekend attending
presentations and giving my own presentations in front of up to two hundred
people-- totally naked.

   "Reverse the process and I'm back here.  Fabric has not touched my
tender form since Friday morning!  And I'm still longing for a man's
touch...  for your special touch."

   Okay.  How could I say no after all that?  I wanted to ask about the
nude male flight attendant though...

   Ella opened her legs even more as I leaned forward.  As always she asked
me how she smelled.

   "Heavenly," I responded, "like Paradise."

   She sighed and it seemed as if her feminine folds gently unfolded for
me. Ella's clit was out there as usual, so inviting and already glistening.

   "Do I have your permission to touch you intimately?" I had to ask.

   "Oh yes sir," she breathed out.  "Please do."

   I sighed and shook my head as I began to play with her love nub.  As
always, I started out rolling it between two fingers, then, once it got
longer and darker pink, I added my thumb to the action and pulled on it.

   "Oh...  oh...  oh oh YES!!" Ella was straining to be quiet.  We were
playing with fire as these frequent little play sessions had not been
officially approved...  and she was my boss.

   Pussy play of any type was supposed to be pre-approved-- and never on
any regular basis.  We were supposed to save all that for Intimate
Fridays-- a little pussy and cock play then helped make the participants
appropriately wet and hard for proper penile insertion.

   I looked up at her and saw how long and how hard her perky nipples were
getting and knew it was time to move lower.  She loved the sensation of
pulling so now I pulled on her inner labia.

   "Oh my god you're so bad!  Oh my god what are doing to me?" She knew
full well.  We played these pussy games at least three times a week.  We
usually took Fridays off as that was the company's Phase Two time or
Intimate Friday fun.

   Now I was down to her pulsing cuntal opening.  She was already gushing
and I saw that she conveniently had her paper towels and spray water bottle
out for cleanup.  Nothing like being prepared!

   I started massaging her sweet vagina in earnest, rubbing it all around
in circles and then one two three fingers in.  As always, her powerful
inner muscles gripped me and tried to pull me in deeper.  We did try
fist-fucking once but Ella actually screamed when she came and her
secretary came running in.

   In and out and circling around and bringing her gloppy wetness up to her
clit and then back inside her tightness again.  Faster and faster as she
started bucking, and now I was so damn hard and I wished I had remembered
to pad my underwear with a paper towel.  I was leaking too.

   Finally she started cumming and I stood up.  I kept one hand on her
throbbing puss and put the other behind her, cupping an asscheek and
holding on to her tight.  She bucked and bucked and bucked three times
before she collapsed against me.

   We were quiet for a while, just holding each other.  "Was that one the
best?" It was what she always asked.

   "It was," I murmured, head on her shoulder.  "You know it was."

   "You absolutely cannot resist women, can you?  And I'm sure you're not
sharing all of your work activities with your lovely fiancÃ(C)." I could
tell she was grinning.

   "You got me," I replied.  "I just love women so much I can't stand it.
The most beautiful creatures in the whole world-- and I get to hold them
naked in my arms-- and make them happy.  You got me," I finally mumbled
into her shoulder.  "You know you got me."

   At last we disentangled.  Ella went reluctantly behind her desk--
reluctant to have to hide her beautiful wet and open pussy from me.  I sat
down and sprayed my hands with water and grabbed some paper towels.

   "You're wiping me away," Ella pouted.

   "God, Ella." I shook my head.  "We're not supposed to be playing like
this...  everyone will smell you on me!"

   "Okay, okay.  Let's talk about that cute little redhead you're going to
interview nude."

   I slouched back in the chair.  "A redhead!  And she's interviewing
naked?!  I'm getting married in less than three weeks.  I think you're
trying to kill me!"

   Ella was having none of my nonsense.  "You're forgetting I already
interviewed her naked.  This is her callback, so she's up to Phase Two. 
Not only will she be nude for the entire interview, you have to find out if
she's comfortable lowering herself onto your cock."

   I sat back, shaking my head again.  Most guys out there would pay to
have a job like mine: I jacked off my naked boss, I played with bare female
asses, and now I was going to evaluate how a pretty redhead rode my penis.

   Ella got up and came around her desk again.  She pulled up the other
chair close, sat down and took my hand and gripped it hard.  "I miss you on
Intimate Fridays.  We all miss having that cock of yours inside us while
you make us laugh with your corny jokes.  Is it about Anne?  You're still
diddling me, you still have your naked ass play, so..."

   "Anne's company started Naked Mondays a month ago," I spilled it out. 
"They're trying it out for a month before they go Full Female Nude all the
time.  She comes home, she's so excited...  men looking at her all day.  I
know she's never felt sexier; she's never felt anything like this before.

   "I just somehow wanted us all to be in the same place at the same time:
all of us enjoying each other naked.  Having some fun while we actually
love coming to work.  Why can't we..."

   I trailed off.

   "Oh my dear, sweet man; revolutions take time, and they take a toll on
us all." Ella gripped my hand harder.  "Look at the last sexual revolution:
we went from sad Jackie in her pillbox hat to girls in micro-minis burning
their bras and getting naked at Woodstock.

   "That revolution started with sad Jackie, then with those four goofy
Brits we practically adopted and finally with 58,000 boys who never came
home.  We're all hoping our Nude Revolution doesn't have the same
casualties, but there will be an emotional toll."

   I looked straight into her eyes.  "I do love you Ella.  That's why I
can't resist you.  I don't want to resist you; you are just...  beyond."
She smiled and we kissed and she let go of my hand.  "I miss your cock and
I miss you naked.  Why do you think we're doing all this?  We love men, and
we want you to love us back-- accept us as we are-- naked for you.

   "We stand in front of full-length mirrors every morning, applying body
makeup, trimming shaving and even coloring our hair down there.  And then
we take a deep breath and hope it's all worth it-- that you'll love us
back."

   "You know I love you all-- too much!" I sighed.  "So, when is this naked
redhead--"

   "Tami - T-A-M-I" Ella filled in.

   "When is naked T-A-M-I Tami coming in?"

   Ella looked at her watch and went back to her desk.  "In forty-five
minutes.  I just sent her resume to your printer."

   I sat with my mouth open.

   "Have her undress in front of you," Ella continued.  "She's a blusher
but a real trooper.  I led around naked, showed her the caf.  Dan loved
her."

   "Dan's a slut," I muttered.

   "He has a nice cock though.  At least I'm still enjoying his cock about
every other Friday.  Actually have some fun with Tami-- check out her round
tits and her great legs.  Enjoy being a man-- enjoy getting hard.  And
enjoy her blushing naked body as she finally lowers her sweet pussy onto
you."

   *****

   Tami did have a great resume with a graduate degree in Marketing.  It
looked as though she tried teaching but wasn't happy with the limited
opportunities.

   My phone dinged and Ella sent me a link.  It was a pic from Tami's
Facebook page.  She had on short pink shorts and a tight white tee and she
was grinning with her arms around two other cute girls, one on either side.

   God she was incredible!

   Her hair was dark red and just past shoulder length.  Her eyes were a
bewitching deep blue.  Her face was sculpted with high cheekbones and her
smile made you want to melt into a puddle at her feet.  And her body:
slender but just enough curves to never be described as boyish.  And her
legs: as slim as the rest of her but also perfectly shaped-- not too
muscular but also not too skinny.

   I checked my watch.  Ten minutes from now Tami would be walking in with
her clothes on.  I would have her undress as I watched and would then
continue the interview with her naked.  And just when neither one of us
could stand the suspense I would bring up the need to test her on standard
Intimacy protocols.

   I was already so hard.

   My iPhone chirped and it was Anne.  Perfect timing!

   "Hi, I'm..." what could I say?  "I'm going in to an interview in five."

   "That's okay!" She sounded excited and giggly.  "We girls went to a late
lunch at a Certified Nude restaurant.  I can't believe I'm out in public
naked!  There are couples here, and businessmen.  We're all getting the
evil eye and you just know the ladies wearing clothes are sooo jealous!"

   "I'm really glad you're having fun!" I really was.  The more excited she
got about public nudity, and then the non-sexual touches, and finally the
inevitable all-nude all the time, with sexual requests and Intimate
Fridays...

   I had to pull myself together and concentrate on one nude girl at a
time! "I really have to run!  We'll talk about it tonight."

   "Oh, we'll do more than talk..." and I heard her put the phone down and
tap it but it was still on.  There were several girlish giggles in the
background that evolved into peals of laughter.  "No Chrissie!" It was my
fiancÃ(C)e's muffled voice.  "We are NOT taking open pussy selfies!  Oh my
god: you already did?  Oh shit!" she whispered: "My phone!!" and the call
disconnected.

   Wow.  Okay.  That made me feel better.  The lovely Anne was coming out
of her shell-- as well as coming out of her clothes.  I was now more than
ready to get sweet little Tami naked and on my lap.

   My work phone buzzed.  This was it!  "Hello Barb; is my special guest
here?  No, that's okay, you can bring her right back to me with her clothes
still on."

   Wow.  A two for one special; a rare chance to see our
forty-nine-year-old receptionist Barb standing up and nude from behind, in
addition to my first vision of redheaded Tami.

   I heard voices and stepped out into the hallway.  I actually held my
breath.  First, Tami was an absolute dream of a pretty young professional
woman, even better in the flesh than in her picture.  >Long straight dark
red hair almost down to her ass and the face of a model, wearing a dark
blue mini-skirt that came to mid-thigh and a button-down white blouse that
was made to hang out in front and back like she was wearing a man's dress
shirt.

   Tami's legs were bare and she had on white open-toe heels that were just
high enough to accentuate those long limbs.  I already loved her with her
clothes on but I couldn't wait to undress her.

   Barb was a wiry muscular 5' 5" in bare feet with flat tits and hard
brown nipples.  She had the most interesting tattoos I had ever seen on a
naked lady: undulating ribbons of day glow colors from her thighs up over
her hips to the sides of her tummy on both sides.  She actually called them
"my day glow rainbows" and joked that she glowed in the dark.

   As Barb turned to leave I took a good long look at that seldom seen
ass-- really nice and tight!  I would have to have a talk with her about
adding her ass to my feel up routine-- or maybe wait until after I had
switched to titty play with my two current favorite girls.

   I took Tami's hand and invited her in.  I noticed she had a long look at
the frosted glass next to my door.

   "No one can see in," I informed her.  Once we were inside with the door
closed she looked at the windows behind my desk.  "Mirrored on the
outside," I said.  "We can see out; no one can see in."

   "Okay," she said.  Tami had a very light, pleasant, very professional
voice.  "You must already think I'm crazy worrying about who'll see me
naked when you're all Phase Two Nude!"

   "Not at all," I reassured her.  "Until you get used to it, I'm told it
feels surreal, walking around and working naked." I paused and looked her
up and down.  "Speaking of which..."

   Tami gave me a slight shy smile and raised her eyebrows.  "I know: I'm
supposed to be nude for this interview.  Oh well; where do I put my
clothes?"

   I pointed out two chairs facing my desk.  "Pick one to sit on once
you've stripped down, the other one for your clothes."

   My own office chair was rolled all the way out from my desk so I could
watch her every move.  I didn't mention the plush recliner in the corner of
my office, on which the final, intimate part of our interview would take
place.  It was the elephant in the room for now.

   Tami looked down, biting her lip as she unbuttoned her blouse.  "My
second striptease of the week!" she announced and then she blushed.

   "Oh, that's right.  I wasn't here for your first interview.  How did you
do with the nudity part then?" I asked.

   Tami finally met my eyes as she peeled her blouse off her shoulders. 
She had on a very pretty, very feminine and lacy white bra.  Her breasts
looked terrific...  maybe 32C?

   "You're right-- it was surreal.  Ella took me out of her office naked
for the grand tour.  At first the men just glanced at me-- another naked
girl I guess-- then they noticed I was new and very shy.  I think I stopped
men from working wherever I went."

   Tami was working her skirt now.  She unbuckled the matching dark blue
belt and unbuttoned three side buttons and pushed it down her long legs and
over her heels.  She had on pretty matching panties to her pretty lacy bra.
She looked she cute and so shy and so "I'm trying to be cool about this!"
that I just wanted to eat her up.

   Tami was biting her lip so hard I was worried she was going to hurt
herself.  "Maybe..." she hesitated and then took a deep breath, which
thrust out her still bra-encased breasts.  "Maybe you'd like to help me
take my bra off."

   She turned her back to me after she had practically gasped out that
prepared line.  Tami couldn't see me smiling as I approached her.  This
sweet girl was doing everything right: I had to be nice and hard for Phase
Two, and I was going to touch her all over once she was nude, to see how
reacted.  Letting me undress her at this point was accomplishing both
requirements.

   I fingered her under her bra-strap until I reached her clasps.  Her skin
was soft and smooth and so warm to the touch.  I unclasped her and pushed
the straps off her beautiful, rounded shoulders and down to her arms.  I
was practically leaning over her, inches away from kissing her ear or her
neck.

   I wondered if I was supposed to take 100% charge of her undressing while
she just stood there, but then she reached up and pulled the lacy garment
totally off.  As Tami was nicely folding her bra, one cup in the other, I
examined her breasts from behind.  She was twenty-five but these were the
sweet teats of a much younger girl.  Delicate nipples centered amid oblong
rose-pink aureole, those gently rounded mounds lightly shimmered with each
of her breaths.

   Once she was done with her folding and draping Tami stood back up.  I
didn't instruct her to turn around so she instinctively stood as she was,
her back to me, awaiting my command.  What a special girl!

   I put my hands on her soft shoulders and she was startled but covered up
nicely by letting out a long, slow breath to calm herself down.  Tami knew
there was much more intimate touching to come and she was steeling her body
for it.

   Such as right then.  I simply slipped my hands down to her chest, still
standing behind her, until I was cupping one breast in each hand.

   Another sharp breath, followed by a long, drawn-out one.  Tami was
training herself how to react to being handled.  She was being such a good
girl that I wanted to press myself against her and let her feel how hard
she was already making me.

   Instead, I lifted each breast separately.  I squeezed them tightly
together.  I ran my fingers lightly over them, teasing her nipples until I
suddenly pinched each one between thumb and forefinger and tried to lift
each tit all the way up that way.

   Now she was breathing hard, swallowing and of course biting her lip.  I
let go of each breast and then with a gentle reciprocal push and pull of
her soft shoulders turned her toward me.

   "How are you doing, sweet girl?" I looked deeply into those soulful blue
eyes.  We seemed to melt into each other for a brief moment as if our baser
instincts to drop all preliminaries and mate right now were fighting to
take over.

   "I...  I'm good.  This is so...  sensual already!  I wasn't expecting
this.  I..  it...  it just feels so good.  It's like you're...  falling in
love with every new inch of me!" Then she turned bright red, apparently
embarrassed at revealing her feelings more than she was at revealing her
sweet body.

   I leaned in close and observed her reaction.  Tami closed her eyes and
leaned her pretty head back and her lips parted.  I put one hand behind her
neck and kissed her.  I very tentatively used my tongue, just to wet her
lips, and she responded in kind.  Our tongues did a cute little welcoming
lick of each other.  I pulled back and her eyes opened wide and she gave me
the sweetest smile.

   "May I ask a question sir?"

   "You may," I said.  I had my hands lightly around her waist and was
contemplating the soon-to-come removal of her pretty panties.

   "Umm...  well, this isn't really an interview, and..."

   "No, sweet lady." I smiled.  "I'm evaluating how you're responding to
being naked and to being sexually handled."

   She creased her pretty forehead, thinking hard.  I wanted to kiss that
forehead and start there anyway and work my way down.

   "I read your employment manual, and I thought sexual touching required
the girl's permission; there's even written agreements in some cases."

   Now I did lean in and I kissed those creases away.  Tami was surprised,
but pleasantly so.  She responded by tentatively putting her hands around
my waist as well.  I nodded my approval and pulled that bare-breasted
beauty closer.

   "You're not an employee yet: you're technically a visitor.  Female
visitors are generally required to surrender their clothing at reception.
They're made to sign a waiver in which they acknowledge they are 'fair
game' when it comes to being sexually handled.

   "There are limits-- we expect our male employees to be working-- not
playing with tits and asses all day.  But that's up to the managers to keep
an eye out.  We just had a lady in H.  R.  bring her cute little
nineteen-year-old daughter in, and suddenly there was a line of guys out
the door with benefits questions!"

   I reluctantly let this sweet thing go and sat down in front of her.  I
had pulled up my rolling office chair close and then I put my hands on her
thighs, just under her sweet ass, and pulled her sexy frame even closer to
me.

   I looked her over, carefully examining Tami's entire body closely for
signs of her arousal.  Her eyes were wide and her pupils were enlarged. 
Tami's rose petal pink nipples were no longer delicate flowers but
protruding push buttons.  She was still trying to control her breathing but
her body was already perspiring lightly, instinctively preparing itself for
the slippery exertions of full sexual intercourse.

   I put my hands behind her and slipped them under her panties.  I so
relished the feel of a fresh young girl's asscheeks!  Such round, yielding
and enticing mounds.

   Tami watched me, not saying a word about my continuing to undress her.
"Ella told me you love handling asses and looking at legs" she stated.

   I looked back up at her.  "That does define me as a man: an ass grabber
and a leg looker."

   Tami looked worried for a moment until she realized I was kidding.  "You
are so cute," she wisely observed.

   "Well," I said, "that may be the case but now I really have to see how
cute YOU are."

   I moved my hands to the front and started tugging those pretty panties
down.  There was no sign of fur at all as the top of Tami's slit came into
view.

   It quickly developed into a trifold affair with a very nice and fleshy
clitoral hood clearly visible.  Just a little farther down her shaved pubes
and I was pleasantly surprised at the second "out there" clit I had seen
today.  Her love nub was poking out and was just a lighter shade of pink
than her puffy but firm outer lips.

   Tami's lower lips were nicely sloppy, ragged affairs.  They consisted of
so much feminine flesh squeezed into such a small area that they were
unevenly drooping all over and all hanging out.

   The sloppy look ended at her little slit of a vaginal opening which was
framed in a most delicate, almost frilly looking circle of girl-flesh.

   "Do you like me?" Tami's soft, hesitant voice floated down from up
above. "Sir?" she added, breathlessly.

   "I love you," I said sincerely.  "I love your sweet pussy." And to prove
it I bent forward and licked my lips and gave that pussy a wet, open-mouth
kiss that she gasped at.

   I had to get her panties all the way off-- I had to get this sweet
little piece of ass naked for me!  Tami helped me eagerly, lifting up each
high-heeled foot until her panties were totally off.  I tossed the little
garment on the chair.  She looked at it and wrinkled her nose.  I realized
that she wanted to fold it neatly.

   "You are so cute," I announced, "but you have to get used to guys
ripping all of your clothes off and even throwing them on the floor, just
to get their hands on your beautiful naked body."

   "You think I'm beautiful!"

   Tami sounded so happy that I could not stand it.  I stood up and I
kissed her hard and then I deliberately hugged her tight enough so that she
could feel my hard cock.

   "Wow," she whispered.  "When do we...  I mean when do you...  ummm... 
take your clothes off?"

   Tami gasped that out and let go of me.  Now she was bright red and she
put her hands over her face.  "That...  that's not like me!  I'm sorry sir!
You're in change here and I'm...  I'm just so stupid!"

   I grabbed her tight again until she looked deep into my eyes.  "You are
not stupid.  You are a bright, beautiful girl whose body was made to be
loved.  You are responding exactly the way that a sexually welcoming woman
should.  You belong here Tami-- you belong right here right now naked in my
arms.  And I am going to take my clothes off and I'm going to show you how
much I want to be inside you.  I can't wait for that-- I just can't wait!"

   I reluctantly let her go and stood next to my desk.  With the ladies
going native, men were no longer very formally dressed for work.  I had on
a short sleeved dress shirt and khaki pants with casual slip ons.

   The shoes got kicked off first, then I unbuttoned my shirt.  Tami was
licking her lips as she watched which was a good sign.  She was either
seeing something or anticipating something especially tasty.

   I asked her a little bit about her teaching experiences as I undressed.
She said she tried it but couldn't get over the bored faces who only wanted
to know "will this be on the final?"

   My shirt was off and my chest was the one part of my body that I just
considered average.  Pumping iron and pushups did nothing for me.  No,
nature had gifted me instead with some long, naturally muscular legs.  At
my advanced age of thirty-five, I still received looks, comments and even
wolf whistles when I dared to venture out in shorts.  Anne informed me in
all seriousness that I had much better legs than most of her girlfriends.

   The pants were off and I stood up straight.  Was I waiting for a
reaction?  Oh yes I was.

   "Wow," Tami exclaimed.  "Wowee!!"

   "Did you just say 'wowee'?" I queried.

   "I think so," she admitted.  "I'm just in some kind of dazed state;
standing here naked while I watch my maybe new boss strip."

   "I can tell you that I am much more than likely to be your real new
boss. You are a very special woman and you've done exceptionally well with
all of our sexualized nonsense so far.  There is just one more thing..."
and with that I pulled off my briefs and stood in front of this blushing
redhead with my cock pointed straight at her.

   "Wow!  Wow!" and she plopped herself down in her chair.  "Well, now I
know you're not lying when you say you like me-- I can clearly see you like
me a lot!"

   "You are adorable," I said.  I went up to her chair and then knelt down
in front of her, which startled her.  I kissed each of her pretty knees and
pushed them apart and then I worked my way up to her strong thighs with a
series of big wet ones.

   "Oh," she said softly.  "Oh-- I didn't know that this was allowed!"

   "Not ordinarily," I told her.  "But any kind of foreplay is acceptable
if it helps facilitate Phase Two."

   Tami opened her thighs shakily.  I rested my cheek on one thigh as I
marveled at the lines and folds of her vulva.  I kissed her right at the
top of her slit and she nearly jumped.

   "Oh sorry!" she said.  "I'm...  kind of sensitive."

   "I'll try to be gentle." My kisses became nice and soft, up and down
from between her plump outer lips all the way down to the swirls of flesh
around winking hole.

   "Oh...  oh...  oh my God!" she kept repeating.

   I decided to let my tongue come out and play.  I licked her on both
sides of her inner lips, teasing those soft wings.  Then I went for it. 
Her love button was out there, a brighter pink than ever before, and it
seemed to have grown into her own little girl-cock.

   My tongue went straight for it and I thought 'what a sweet flavored
lollipop!' It was a combination of almost syrupy sweetness with an earthy,
pungent aftertaste.

   "Oh my god!" Tami was practically screaming.  "Sweet sweet fuck!"

   Tami was not merely squirming, she was grinding her lower body into my
face, lifting her naked ass off her chair and trying to shove her entire
pussy into my mouth.

   She actually hit me in the nose and I had to back off.  'Jesus!' I
thought.  I never ever had to have to call in our naked nurse for a
nosebleed at a time like this...  how would that look?

   Tami was already oozing gobs of clear liquid from around her clit as
well as milky white stickiness from her cunt.  Not wanting to damage my
face, I reached in and started fingering her, spreading her milky
stickiness up to her twitching clit.

   "God god god god!  Cumming!  Oh oh oh sweet fuck.  Fucking cumming!"
Tami's whole body spasmed twice and then she stiffened herself up, throwing
back her head while simultaneously thrusting out her breasts to a seemingly
impossible extent, as if offering them in sacrifice to some primitive
tit-devouring god.

   And just when I thought that it was Tami who needed our naked nurse
more, she let out the longest sigh I had ever heard and collapsed in her
chair as if she was melting from being so overheated.

   If a wman's orgasm is like a rocket exploding into the stratosphere, her
coming down is more like a pink parachute floating gently to the earth.

   I had to say something.  I had never seen such a strong response to
clitoral and vaginal stimulation-- ever.

   "Are you alright?" It was lame, but it was all I had.

   "I should have warned you.  I am so fucking sensitive down there.  I
mean, I've accidentally cum just crossing my legs in a tight pair of
pants!"

   "You have nothing to be ashamed of!" I informed her.  "That was amazing!
You already know we have tit and ass play available upon mutual agreement.
Pussy play is technically available but it usually takes too long.  Every
man is looking to make some sweet young thing cum for him, but who has the
time?

   "All I can say is, after your probationary period, go down to H.  R. 
with another female employee and show our Director what you're capable of.
He will want to play with you personally to confirm it.  He keeps track of
all of our sexual play and, while it's illegal to pay you, we do reward
very special girls like you with extra time off, as well as putting your
name out in front for promotions."

   That was a lot to say and now I was losing that special feeling.  I
slowly stood up in front of her and was very happy to see my big guy also
rising to the occasion.  Without prompting, Tami reached out and took Mr.
Happy very gently in one hand.  She rolled it around between her fingers,
looking at it as it was oozing out pre-cum with some kind of special awe.

   Tami looked up at me.  "I am more than ready for Phase Two.  I don't
think I can take any more foreplay!"

   "Keep holding on to me-- if you can-- I need to get something..." I
backed up to my desk and now Tami was actually giggling as she had been
instructed not to let go of my cock.  I reached deep inside the top drawer
and pulled out a small silver packet.

   "Oooh," Tami said.  "You guys do use condoms."

   "Our top priority is our girls' health.  I mean-- you ladies are not
only running around naked, you are literally being manhandled all day. 
You'll be checked out by our in-house nurse once a week, and get thoroughly
examined by the company doc at least once a month.  Not only are you being
subjected to sexual play, then there's...  "

   "Phase Two," Tami concluded.

   "If you would do the honors, since you already have things well in
hand..."

   Tami just shook her head and ignored my bad joke.  She was as intent to
properly wrap up my penis as she had been in neatly folding her clothes.

   I really liked how she dipped her finger into my oozing fluid and spread
it out evenly over my entire penis as a natural lubricant before rolling
the condom on.  This was something that a girl well-experienced in fellatio
usually did.  I just kept upping and upping my appraisal of this nude
beauty.

   I took sweet naked Tami by the hand and led her over to the lush
recliner.  I sat down and watched her watching me-- her eyes were roving
all over my lean naked form-- but always ending up staring at my naughtily
floppy, latex-encased penis.

   "Do you want to join me for the ride up?" I teased.

   Tami looked blank, then brightened.  "Oh: it's a recliner.  Does it
handle two?"

   "Oh yes," I replied.  "This seat has seen more than its share."

   She approached hesitantly, and then slowly lowered her naked body down,
her smooth long legs on either side of mine.  She hesitated.

   "Don't be afraid, sweet girl!  You won't hurt me: just sort of flop on
down!"

   "My shoes!" she said, and she awkwardly bent down to unstrap them and
kick them off.  Then she lowered herself gingerly, pointing to my cock. 
"I'm worried about crushing him; where is he gonna go?"

   I smiled as I studied her breasts hovering, nearly in my face.  "Just
scoot down a bit so your little tummy is on top of him.  That's it!  You
are such a sweet girl!"

   Her head ended up against my chest.  She craned her neck to look at me.
"And you are such a sweet man!  Well, are we going for that ride?!"

   I reached past her left hip until I found the up button.  Tami was so
happy she was laughing: "I love this!!"

   Once we in a good reclined position I had her scoot back down until her
soft wet love cradle was in position over my hardness.

   "You're gonna hafta kneel or squat over me at first, until everything's
safely tucked in.  I'm gonna hold this big guy up for you because he's out
of control!"

   "As I will be with you inside me," Tami bent down and kissed me, long
wet and hard before she raised her lower body by moving up her knees and
pressing her hands down on the arms of the chair.  I was holding my cock
straight up with one hand, my other hand was on her, brushing the inside of
her thighs in a circular motion from her mons to her belly.

   "I'm ready," she said, her voice already choked with sex.  She was
frantically licking her lips and staring at my cock.  She was breathing
faster and faster as if she was on a treadmill.  At last her soft outer
fringes touched, then opened up to accept my throbbing purplish head.  We
each made instinctive final adjustments as to the proper angle and then we
watched in awe as I slid on in.

   "You're inside me!  I can't believe it!  This is so wonderful, it's...
too much!" Tami sounded so happy that I was afraid she was going to start
crying like one of the last girls that I had broken in.

   "It's okay if you relax a bit," I told her.  "Look at you: you're
pushing up against the arms of this chair with all your might!"

   Tami laughed a little and slowly lowered herself until she was gripping
my arms instead, running her hands up and down and feeling for my muscles.
"Mmmm...  this is so nice.  It's sooo sweet!"

   I was kissing the top of Tami's head in the position we were in.  She
released my arms from her grip so I started kneading her ass cheeks and her
thighs.  I could not stop touching her.  Her breasts were grazing my chest
and her hard little nipples felt like they were tracing secret letters on
my body.

   "Can I ask you a personal question?" Tami propped herself up into a
sitting position again, moving carefully so as not to allow a certain
something to slip out.

   "A girl in this position can ask me anything!"

   She blushed hotly, and I mean I actually felt her body heat.

   "The beautiful girl in the picture on your desk...  your wife?" Tami
lowered her eyes as if she was afraid of my reaction.

   "My fiancÃ(C)e," I replied.  "My wife in...  less than three weeks now."

   "And is she...  okay with all this?" Tami asked.  "All the naked girls
and the sexual things?"

   I let out a really long breath.  "Let me not answer you by telling you
this: Anne just started Nude Mondays where she works.  She was shy and
scared at first, now she's going out naked with the girls and taking open
pussy selfies."

   "So," Tami thought about it.  "She's getting used to being nude and
getting excited about it.  She's getting closer and closer to understanding
that, there are things you do in your nude excitement that you just can't
explain and share."

   I stared at Tami with my mouth open.  "You are amazing.  You just
summarized...  everything I've been thinking about, barely knowing me!"

   "Well," she said coyly, deliberately licking her lips, "I do believe
that with your thick cock filling me, I do 'barely' know you quite well!"

   I sat up and kissed and kissed her, ignoring the floppy effect that was
having on my cock.  I ran my hands through her hair and on her back down to
her ass.

   "Oh no!" Tami gasped and looked in between our bodies.

   "Am I coming out?" I was gasping at that point too, almost losing
control.

   "No your....  your head!  It's right there!  It's pushing me, touching
me, oh fuck oh fuck oh more, oh push me you fucking wonderful man, oh deep
deep deep, more more more...  good fucking god!!"

   Unbelievably, she was cumming again!  My penis was part way out but her
incredible vaginal muscles had me in a death grip.  Somehow our sudden
movements had pushed my cockhead right into her G-spot.  But now her cunt
was pulsating and I had to get out before she made me cum too.  If we both
came with me inside, this was full-on sexual intercourse!

   I never had to maneuver like I did.  I put my left hand like a pair of
scissors around my trapped penis and pushed up into her mound.  I hit the
"down" button on the power recliner with my right hand.

   "Oh my god what are you--" Tami was gasping for breath as she was
humping me.  Suddenly she realized her body was slipping down along with
the chair.  She bucked up and off my cock-- and instantly impaled herself
on my left hand.

   "Oh fuck I'm on your hand!" she nearly shouted.

   Her slippery naked body was sliding to the floor and I instinctively
tried grabbing her with my fingers-- the fingers that were inside her cunt,
accidentally curled up into her g-spot.

   "God god oh god oh no I'm cumming cum cum cumming fuck me fuck oh
FUCK!!" And I watched in disbelief as Tami's body stiffened up.  Her feet
slowly slid to the floor and my hand slipped out as the chair became
upright and she sank down shaking onto her knees.  She looked up at me in
unparalleled awe: "Holy shit!  How did you do that to me?!"

   I tried to find words.  "Honestly, I have no fucking idea!"

   "Oh no?" she was looking at me with disbelief.  "Look at where I
'accidentally' ended up: on my knees, in between your hot legs, with your
lovely cock in my face."

   And Tami took me in her soft hands, practically cooing.  "Look at you;
poor baby.  You're still so hard and you never got to cum!  You were only
thinking of me, making me cum twice; now I'm gonna unwrap you and give you
your reward."

   Now I just gave up.  Tami obviously thought I was some kind of sex god
who had expertly maneuvered her into this position-- who was I to disabuse
her of that idea?  I watched as she pulled off my condom and tossed it
casually on the floor.

   When she was dressed, Tami was the perfect image of a sweet professional
young woman.

   When she was naked, Tami became transformed into nothing more than a
pulsating bundle of hot, wet sex.

   She started out licking it all over: "I'm just getting that latex and
lubricant odor off you," Miss Tami announced.

   "Ummm," I responded.  Was I still capable of speech?  "I'm about to
explode all over your face if you keep doing that so..."

   Tami looked up at me, so concerned.  "Oh my poor baby; I'm going to take
you right inside me then.  You'll fit in all the way back, and don't worry
about pulling out.  I will just swallow you all up, you poor thing!"

   And with that, she licked her lip-sticked lips and took my eight inches
directly into her mouth.  Tami kept her doe eyes on me the whole time: that
look, and the feeling of being totally inside her warm moistness was
totally too much for me.  I started fucking her mouth.

   I wrapped my feet around her back to try to hold her in, but she easily
adapted to my thrusting.  I tried to count how many times I went in and
out: and then I lost all control.

   I'm pretty certain that I shouted her name and told her that I loved
her. I do know that I was willing all my little soldiers to rise up from my
balls and join in that torrent of hot liquid that I was jamming down her
throat.

   The room was suddenly so still that I could hear the gentle hiss of the
air conditioning; the electric hum of the overhead lights.  Did I pass out?
I looked down and saw sweet naked Tami, her arms around my legs, her face
pressed up against my right thigh.

   "I love you too," she said.  "You know I love you too."

   We simply stayed unmoving for a while.  It was Tami who got up first. 
She wiped her face with her hands, she looked around, and she headed
towards my private bathroom.

   I thought she was going to clean herself up.  Instead she came out with
an assortment of wet hot towels-- and she knelt and proceeded to clean me
up.

   I was speechless.

   When she was done, she stood up.  I stood up.  We hugged, and it was the
special sweet knowing hug of two people who had just shared the most
intimate of moments together.

   She started to dress and I told her I could order her a Nude Uber.  She
smiled.  "My condo isn't Certified Nude yet.  I would create quite the stir
if I walked in this way."

   "It goes without saying-- but I'm going to say it!  You're starting as
my personal assistant on Monday.  What happened here..." I faltered.  How
could I put what had just happened into any kind of context?

   Tami came over to me with just her panties on-- I was still naked.  "We
will deal with that my dear," she said.  "We will deal with it.  Just let
me say that I will love working naked for you.  You are a wonderful,
special man, and all that we did and said just now was what any two people
who are so attracted to each other would want to do and say."

   She handed me her bra and I helped her put it on.  She was nearly all
dressed when she pointed out: "I...  think you might want to put some
clothes on too."

   "Oh!" I said, still in a post-orgasmic daze.

   "I do so want to see you naked again," she informed me before she left.
"I just know that our Intimate Fridays are going to be...  different."

   I knew then that I would eventually have to personally escort the naked
Miss Tami down to H.  R.  and personally demonstrate to Rich how
unbelievably orgasmic she was.

   It would be a shame to let talent such as hers go to waste; to have her
playing with herself at her desk to relieve her horniness.

   We did like to see post-orgasmic girls walking around with swollen lips
and poky clits and gloppy liquid running down their thighs...

   But...  I pictured reserving this sweet young thing as a special
reward-- to top salesmen, special visitors and big shot executives.  We
would have to relax our rules about oral sex though, so any sessions would
have to be in private.  Anyone going there deserved to be allowed to fully
indulge himself and enjoy physically tasting this delectably sweet girl.

   *****

   I stopped by Ella's office on my way out that afternoon.  She signaled
for me to wait while she took a call.  When I stepped in she said: "Now,
that was interesting!"

   I raised my eyebrows.  I was getting good at that.

   "First of all," she began, "thank you for getting back in rotation for
Intimate Fridays!  We all missed you-- you AND your penis.  You were up to
giving five girls a ride in forty-five minutes and we all loved that cock--
as we all loved you-- and none of us ever felt rushed.

   "But...  the phone call.  The word from the Nudity Project is that
they're ready to try out Phase Three.  And we've been selected to test it;
apparently we are WAY ahead of our other companies."

   I stared blankly.  "There's a Phase Three?"

   Ella stood up and perched her nude body in her favorite position:
leaning back against her desk with one leg bent and her pussy nicely out
there.  She slowly looked me up and down.

   "You've heard about CFNM, of course?"

   I started blinking with my eyes going wide at the same time.  "Clothed
Females; Naked Males?"

   Ella just kept looking me over.  "It'll give us girls a chance to play
dress-up again.  I have an unofficial list of the ladies whose legs you
love; I'll make sure they all wear something short-- maybe with stockings
and garters.  Gotta try to keep you hard all day!"

   I was standing there, frozen.  Ella walked up and gave me a friendly arm
squeeze.  "Oh, don't worry, big guy.  It'll only be once a month, just to
try it out.  But...  you guys are so limited as to what we can grope!  I'm
thinking there'll be a lot of ass-play and balls-tickling.  We do have to
keep penis play to a minimum-- you poor boys can't cum as much as we do!"

   I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry.  "When is this?"

   Ella grinned.  "It's your very first day back from your all-nude resort
honeymoon.  Maybe you'll just want to stay naked all weekend-- you'll be
setting some kind of nude record!"

   Still in a daze, I mumbled a good-night.

   Ella said to my back: "We're all very happy with you-- and with all the
guys.  You are all

   so...  cooperative."

   I got chills at how Ella paused and pronounced that last word.  It was
exactly the same on 'Star Trek' when the recently thawed-out Khan Noonien
Singh thanked Captain Kirk for being so...  cooperative.  Then he took over
the ship.

   As I walked back to my office, I wondered: were the women really taking
over?  Was all this exposed female flesh a major distraction?  I knew that
over 80% of all Full Female Nude companies now also had nude female
executives in charge.

   And, governments around the world were fascinated with the 98%
crime-free rate of the Nudity's Project's Certified Nude zones.  I knew
that the Project would be contacted, and they would happily send ladies
over to discuss things.  Of course, all of the ladies would have be nude...

   The sheriff or the governor or the general or the prime minister would
say: 'why can't we have all this too?' and the Nudity Project would move
right in.

   Well, a few thousand years of wars, pestilences and famines under mostly
male rule...  maybe it WAS time for the women to try it out.

   I was waiting for the elevator and, when it opened, two older and very
naked women were already on.  I recognized them as two executives of the
famous architectural firm two floors above.  They were sisters and the
business had been started by their father almost fifty years ago.

   They smiled at me and we exchanged nods and looks.  Somehow, with their
perfectly styled blonde tresses, their body jewelry and body makeup, their
shaved and dyed pubic hair and their expensive high heels, they seemed more
elegantly dressed in their birthday suits than I felt in my too-casual
clothes.

   Once the elevator restarted its descent, I heard one woman behind me
say: "Anyway, the structure that we're currently looking at does have a
certain refined look from the rear...  one would have to take a closer look
at the architecture from the front, of course."

   I heard one woman hiss "Claire!!" and they got quiet.  I sensed that
they were both mentally undressing me-- and probably doing a very good job.

   They were getting off at the lobby; I was heading to the parking garage,
so I gallantly held the door for them.  As they both got out, they were
both obviously checking out my crotch which, thanks to their attentions,
was noticeably bulging.

   So that's how it felt to be looked at as a piece of meat to be
evaluated-- and that was with my clothes on!  I wondered if I would be
required to submit to any female on Phase Three Mondays-- and not only my
coworkers.

   I had a sudden desire to get naked and join the line of naked women I
saw waiting for their Uber rides.  Uber wouldn't go into the garage for
security reasons-- the ladies had to line up in the lobby and wait. 
Security would escort them outside as our street was not Certified Nude. 
There were always gawkers and people with cell phone cameras ready and
waiting.

   Should I try that out in a few weeks?  I'd be wearing my sunglasses, but
for a short while, my nude body would be an Internet sensation.
   I found out that I was looking forward to it!