Chapter 15: Peter – Wednesday
Peter awoke at seven on Wednesday morning and it was already hot. His bedside wireless weather station showed it was already over 100°f outside. The summer had been hot, but for so early in the morning this was way hotter. Maybe it was the right day to try his new uniform? He went through the pack of information he had been given on Monday and for the first time unpacked and examined his new shirt and tool belt. He put on the shirt and posed before the bedroom mirror.
It was longer than a normal Tee Shirt. The hem of the ‘t-tunic’ as the packaging labeled it hung down to about 4 inches above his knees, it had 6 inch slashes on each side which enabled him to sit without it’s riding up. When he stood and looked in the mirror his penis was well covered although its outline was clearly visible through the thin fabric. The overall effect was similar to the fantasies he had when wearing Sara’s mini skirt and he started to get an erection. Sitting down he needed to keep his knees together to avoid flashing himself. He thought working servicing machinery and keeping “decent” would be a challenge.
Peter buckled the new tool belt around the shirt. This bunched the fabric in front and his penis was less visible. In the back it still covered his butt cheeks, it felt cool and comfortable and the draft from the air-con caressing his bare ass felt very pleasant. He remained dressed in this fashion whilst he ate breakfast and checked his day’s schedule. Getting ready to leave he considered going commando but chickened out and pulled on a pair of fitted gym shorts. He then pulled the shirt up through the belt so that his shorts were just visible below the hem.
Setting out on his round the new Wild Energy uniform felt very light and insubstantial but at least he was still dressed. He knew he was encouraged to be completely naked if the house he was visiting displayed a “CO” sign but felt he wasn’t yet ready for that yet, if indeed he ever would be. The first appointment was a normal clothed one. He was accepted without comment in his new outfit.
The door of the next house was opened by a tall athletic woman of around 50 wearing only a pair of lacy panties which failed to hide her dark pubic bush. There were three naked kids in their mid teens playing a complex game on their X-boxes in the open plan family room. A complex battle was displayed on a large screen TV. Her house, had a house wide AC system that was totally non-functional. The main unit was in a small plant room off of the hallway. Working in there was very hot and sweaty. He degassed the system into the reservoir on his truck and stripped out the compressor.
He was sweating profusely as he carried a long roll of hose out to his truck. He passed the customer, Diana Harrison, in the hallway.
She called to him. ‘Omg You do look hot in that tunic, why don’t you remove it?’ She was heading out of the door towards the pool carrying her panties in her hand. ‘Its too hot indoors even for these.’ She waved the panties. ‘I’ll be in the pool should you want me,’
Peter replied, ‘I’ve got to go and get a new compressor. Sorry but your house won’t be cool until late this afternoon. I’ll be back around two.’
He gave Diana the Wild Power Coop brochure and two CO stickers. Looking out of the window at a large conventional pool he also told her her how the pool company had been promoting body freedom along with their services and that the A/C division was now doing the same. She thanked him with interest and looked thoughtfully at the stickers. ‘Maybe I’ll put one of these on the mail box then I won’t need to cover up for visitors.’ She waved her panties at him with a wry smile.
Walking to his truck It seemed hotter than he had ever known it. He looked at the dash thermometer, it read 120°f. Peter started the truck’s A/C and let it run for a while before setting off. With he weather this hot he wondered how Sara was coping she always wore jeans to work and they would be intolerable at 120°. He knew that Nutech’s A/C would be inadequate. She must be sweating awfully unless Jane had persuaded her to wear something lighter. Once more he had to suppress an urge to call her.
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Arriving back at the depot Peter found it to be a hive of activity with half the parking filled with contractors vehicles. Melissa was not in here usual l place behind the reception desk. Instead the gorgeous black woman who had dished out the documents on Monday was seated at a terminal. She was totally naked except for a green phone holster and a name tag.
Peter greeted her with a smile that wasn’t quite a leer, ‘Hi, I saw you in the meeting on Monday, when you handed out the paperwork, where’s Melissa? I need some parts and she usually knows where to find them.’
‘Hi, Peter isn’t it? Melissa’s been promoted and I’m Megan your new line manager.’
‘Pleased to meet you Megan, yes I’m Peter. Where had Melissa gone?’
‘She’s gone up in the world. Melissa is now director in charge of integrating the service and maintenance departments across the new company. She’s still based at this desk for now and has gone into the new showroom for a pow-wow.’ Megan waved her hand towards a large archway that had been cut into the adjoining unit.
Peter looked through the opening and saw Melissa and the other directors deep in conversation. She was completely naked, they all were, five of them men and women.
The office was incredibly hot. And the A/C was not running. ‘No point with all the doors, the only thing to do is strip off. Nearly everybody is naked in here now even the old guys who said on Monday they never would.
Megan asked, ‘can I get the parts for you? The stores are being reorganized and are in a state of disarray.’
‘It’s a very old system and I may need to improvise so I’d better go.’
She grinned, ‘lets go together then, I know the standard stuff but would have to ask for anything rare.’ Megan then called up details on her computer screen, ‘It says we have one of that model let’s see if it’s real and in the right place.’
‘Do you want to leave your clothes here? It’s even hotter back there.’
Peter still embarrassed shook his head although the sweat was nor running down his back. ‘I’m OK thanks’ he still felt embarrassed especially as he was semi erect and hving to work hard to keep it down.
Megan lead the way out into the store and they rummaged together in the chaotic bins, eventually finding the pump. Peter needed. In reality Megan had done most of the searching Peter was too distracted by her naked body as she bent down to move things around.
They returned to the reception to find Melissa had returned and was now behind the desk working at her computer. ‘Peter it’s good to see you’ looking at his shirt she continued, ‘I see you have started to go Wild Energy! Well done. Now’s the time to go the other half of the way. The tunics are meant for chilly weather or when customers need you to be clothed.’ To Megan she said ‘Peter was the first male colleague I dared flash my pussy to on Monday. He was really cool about it and gave me the confidence to strip off.’
Megan laughed, ‘I thought your two nudie-rudies took your clothes away and insisted you came to work naked yesterday.’
‘Well there was that as well,’ Melissa said with a wide smile, ‘I got up Tuesday morning and literally couldn’t find a stitch to put on.
‘Peter I’m glad you are here we want to pick your brains about our customers. Can you join us for lunch? You can strip off the diner has gone CO and we will all be naked. In this heat nothing else makes any sense.’
‘I have to go back to the customer and fit this.’ Peter held up the compressor he was carrying, ‘and then I have two more calls today.’
‘Megan we really want Peter on this, can you reschedule Peter’s calls?’
Megan consulted her screen,‘Yes I’m sure I can or Sally can do some of them, leave it to me.’
‘Come on then,’ Melissa lead Peter into the new showroom still carrying his pump. Here he was introduced to Belinda Murphy the director on the pools division, and man who was a senior pool engineer. David Mc Alastair, Peter’s old boss was there too. They headed out into the heat of the day.
Peter removed his tunic but kept his shorts on. He followed the naked directors across the road and into the air conditioned comfort of the diner. Even in there it seemed hotter than usual and he was only slightly surprised that the waitress who took their order wore nothing except for a shorty bistro apron, her small pointy breasts were pale with tan lines indicating that she was used to wearing a fairly modest bikini. As she turned away from them and her shapely bare buns came into view they showed distinct tan lines indicating that she was new to being bottomless as well. Looking around he realized that he was the only person in the lunch time crowd that was wearing anything.
Michelle introduced the rest of the party. ‘John Montgomery is our most experienced pool engineer. Peter is our expert in fixing air-conditioners both conventional and the new low energy ones. Belinda and David are jointly heading up the company.
Over lunch they discussed the changes in the climate and society, Also how their merged company was turning the warming crisis into an opportunity to “Be part of the solution.” The pool business was booming and so was demand for fire fighting hose systems in the leafier suburbs.. Peter was asked for a report on how the customers were reacting and he described his experiences at the Sylvester’s on Sunday and today at the latest house he was working on where the customer had brought up the idea of a bigger and natural pool with a large underground reservior. They agreed that all this was encouraged by the exceptionally high temperatures which were also helping the change in public attitude to nudity.
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It was nearly four by the time Peter arrived back at the job. The first thing he noticed was a CO sticker on the mail box. The second thing was a naked man rummaging in the trunk of his car in the driveway. He had the tunic on the seat beside him ready to put back on but instead he steeled himself and removed his shorts.
Climbing naked out of the truck Peter felt very vulnerable, fearful even, and his penis had shrunk to it’s smallest ever.
The man closed his trunk and came out to meet him wearing a broad smile. ‘Hi you must be Peter? I’m John Harrison, call me John, formality doesn’t go with B.F.’ he stuck out his hand and they shook.
Peter felt strange standing nude in the street shaking hands with a naked man but managed to hide it.
‘I’m glad to see you have responded to the CO sticker. Diana was a bit dubious about putting it up but I stuck one on the door as soon as she gave it to me and then did the mail box as well. I reckon this weather is a good time to embrace body freedom, don’t you?’
John lead Peter inside. ‘Sorry it’s so hot in here, the A/C’s packed up,’ he said with a grin. Would you like a cold drink?’ He handed Peter a glass straight from the cooler. ‘If you get too hot there is a cold shower out by the pool and you can swim if you like. We are in the shade on the terrace if you need anything.’ He went outside and left Peter to get on with fitting the compressor in the hot plant room.
It was after seven by the time Peter finished setting up the system and the house started to cool down. Diana appeared still naked to sign the ticket and asked him to set the thermostat to 80°. ‘It’s quite cool enough for nudies,’ she joked.
Peter remained naked as he drove home even stopping to purchase a burger from the drive through on the way. The light was failing, early due to a dense cloud bank spreading from the west and the lights of the His burger was brought to him by a naked blond young woman who on seeing he too was naked stayed to chat about the heat. As she passed him is “double cheeseburger and fries to go” big splashes of rain rattled onto the package.
By the time Peter arrived home the rain was torrential. Getting out of the truck naked was like taking a warm shower and after initial hesitation Peter decided that being naked in this rain was good. Much better than locking up the truck and carrying his dinner indoors in wet clothes.
He settled down to eat his burger qnd think about how the day had gone. He felt some real satisfaction in that he had met and talked with a number of naked women without getting over aroused, the way work had developed was exciting too. Sara might yet agree he was a reformed character. Looking at his phone there was still no message from Sara, she was obviously not ready to talk to him yet.
He wouldn’t wear clothes again until the next day.
To be continued. Next chapter Sara’s Wednesday