Chapter 9. Sara: back to work
Sara and Jane were woken by the sun streaming through the window. The bedside clock radio showed 08:22 in fiery red figures. ‘Hey! what time do you have to be at work?’
‘Half past eight. OH Fuck!’ Sara stared in astonishment at the clock.
‘No time to fuck,’ laughed Jane kissing her lover good morning. You shower first so you can dress whilst I shower. I’ll make coffee. She rushed down the stairs. ‘Mom it’s an emergency. Sara should be at work now! I need to borrow your car, I’ll bring it right back.’
Her mother was in the kitchen preparing toast. There was a large pot of coffee by the stove. Laughingly she agreed, ‘OK providing you both eat breakfast.’
Jane returned to the bedroom to find Sara dressed and putting her sandals on giving a lovely display of an exposed pudenda as she did so. ‘Oooh I like it, but that’s one pose you should avoid until they get used to you, you will have all the men tenting their pants.’ Embarrassed Sara closed her legs. Jane knelt down and fastened Sara’s other sandal for her. She then reopened Sara’s legs and leaned in to kiss her clitoris. Sara shuddered recalling the way Jane had spent seemingly hours kissing her there the night before. She grasped Jane’s head pulling her close.
‘Just a reminder of more to come tonight,’ Jane said, ‘come on we need coffee.’
Jane remained naked as she drove Sara to work getting there there just before nine. The business didn’t open until ten on Monday’s as there was a staff meeting, missing this was severely frowned upon. Sara leaned over and kissed Jane on the mouth. ‘See you tonight,’ and carefully climbed out of the low slung sports car. She entered the building with a mixture of elation and fear. Opening the door to the staff lunch room her elation disappeared leaving just the near panic fear. The room was crowded, the whole staff was gathered there. The only remaining seat was the arm of the old couch. A seat that she had often used when wearing jeans but which was very risky in a short skirt and no panties. All eyes were on her as she crossed the room.
‘Wow Sara’s got legs.’ Tom from the returns department said with a grin.
Sara perched on the arm of the couch, she held her skirt closed as her left leg hung down on the side. The staff manager tried to look disapproving but couldn’t help smiling as he looked her up and down. ‘Good morning Sara, your new look may just help with our problem if you can get here on time that is.’
‘Sorry I’m late.’ she said quietly.
‘Back to business’ marketing director Callum said briskly. He moved in his seat lifting his leg slightly. His kilt rode up revealing that he too was commando. ‘We need another staff member to work nude in the showroom on Friday during our strip down sale. Maryanne and Ronnie have agreed and I will join them so we only need one more. How about it Sara, you have the product know-how and your new way of dressing makes me think you might be up for it.
‘We are going clothing optional for a special sale on Friday,’ Helen, sitting beside her, whispered to her.
Sara spluttered and looked hard at Ronnie. ‘Sorry, he said, ‘I just couldn’t resist sharing our nude news with a few friends on instagram last night and it turns out that Callum is on the same group.’
There was no point in Sara denying that she had been nude in the high street and was now commando with her skirt gaping to her hip even though the flap just covered her vulva. She stammered, ‘I’ll think about it.’
The meeting continued. About the forthcoming sale and new models that were going to replace those that were going in the sale. Sara spent the rest of the day cataloging the sale items and making a list of proposed discounts to present to Mary Coley, the finance director.
Most of the people in the office ignored Sara’s new dress style, but they did talk about the sale and staff members being naked in the showroom. Some thought Callum was losing his mind and they would lose lots of customers. Others that he was trying to cut costs by turning to Air-Con down and making them want to strip off.
Not so Maryanne and Ronnie. They were overjoyed and kept finding excuses to come into the office and chat with Sara. Maryanne about the coming sale and Ronnie with questions about different systems.
During a coffee break they brought the conversation round to body freedom, ‘As a member of management did she know something they didn’t? Was Nutech going CO and, more personally Maryanne asked ‘why did you suddenly change? On Friday you were working so hard to keep us all decently dressed and set us an example with jeans of long shorts and then on Sunday you turn up fully nude in Main Street. What happened?
‘I had a big row with Peter at your brother’s party Ronnie, as I’m sure you heard. I went to see my friends Alison and Jane, looking for shoulder to cry on and one thing lead to another. You can say I saw the light, joined the dark side, or released my other side. Whatever! I ended up staying with Jane. Somehow I lost my clothes and she lent me these to come to work today.’
‘That sounds like fun. So now are you going to join the body freedom movement and persuade the bosses here to let us all carry on going naked after Friday?’
‘I really don’t know. It looks like that is going to happen without me. Once started how can they stop it? I saw a pile of CO stickers on Callum’s desk just now, but joining in and working nude, that’s scary, I don’t know yet if I will do Friday much less continue after.’
Sara found herself getting very hot and wet at the thought and became aware of her erect nipples projecting sharply through her thin shirt. Nobody commented, she noticed the men were rather more friendly than usual, although they were all polite and didn’t stare. She decided to ignore the “problem”, there was not much else she could do and keep credibility anyway. She struggled more and more with arousal every time she took a few moments break from work and thought about herself. At one point she even had to sneak into the women’s bathroom to jill off, something she hadn’t done since high school.
Sara calmed down towards closing time when she thought about returning to Jane’s home on the public bus, now that was scary!
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