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New workplace, new place to be nude!

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 19 Nov 2000 2 comments
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by NakedAnywhere I should introduce myself by saying that I like to be nude. I've been naked for several hours now, ever since I got home, and don't plan to wear anything until I have to go out tomorrow. Nudity is attractive to me for a number of reasons, both sexual and non-sexual. Perhaps one of the greatest things is that nudity in interesting places can be simultaneously frightening and comfortable, while being wonderfully exciting and emminently relaxing at the same time. The title of "Exhibitionist" doesn't quite fit, because I don't want to show off to anyone who might be shocked or offended by it, although I'm not in the least bit shy about being seen by anyone who is willing or neutral towards it. At a nude beach or gay bathouse, I leave my clothes quite willingly and without any hesitation. Home is not the only place where I get naked; there's also: just about anyplace else where I know no one is looking! Among other places, I've taken off my clothes at everyplace I've ever worked, and never have been caught. Office nudity usually requires some careful planning, but is an experience worth the trouble. I hope many of you reading this will try it sometime and post your stories here. Luckily, many of my jobs have includes some forms of maintenance best done at night. This has always enabled me to ask for keys to the office and to expect people not to be to surprised when I am around at strange hours. Some of you probably already know that it is the night shift which is the nude shift. On one of my jobs I got to help with certain things at a number of different offices -- what an opportunity. One of them was in a small mid-western town in an old two story building in the main row of buildings on "Main St." It didn't take me long to find out that the last people normally closed up at midnight. I did my work late a couple of times to be sure that nobody was in the habit of stopping in overnight. One time as others were leaving I even made a point of saying that I could lock up, and asking innocently if I should ever expect anyone to stop by after closing. Little did they know that I had carefully planned on my nightwork being more pleasant than they could possibly imagine. I was expected to wear long pants and shoes when showing up for work, but I was careful to wear loose flexible pants that could be slipped on and off easily, loose tennis shoes, a large t-shirt that was pre-tested for ease of removal, and of course, no socks. That night I also made sure the pants I wore looked okay without a belt. As I figure it, the less there is to take off, the easier. Some people can get away without unerwear, but I not one of them because I get hard very easily, and when I do, it sticks straight out forward (it's the only straight thing about my sexuality!). As people were leaving for the night, and I was carefully looking at the sight angles to figure out what could be seen from the various windows, I was already rock-hard. Most of the office was invisible from the street, and closing two doors plus opening one other into a hallway would hide me entirely from the view of anyone outside. The big room where most people worked had no windows at all. As the last others left, I sat in that room and carfully listened to make sure that I knew the sound of the creaky stairs and the outside door downstairs. This would be my warning if anyone was about to walk in on me. As soon as the last one left, I went to the main office hallway and felt a great sense of freedom as I kicked off my shoes. They landed about 20 feet down the hall. Even though the big fun would wait a bit longer, in case anyone forgot something and came back, I felt as if the building had been "claimed" as I walked down the hall barefoot and lifting my t-shirt, but not yet removing it. The floor felt good under my feet. I went back to work for a while, putting the shoes under the desk wher I was sitting, and only occasionally stopping to lift my shrit and play with my nipples. After about a half hour, I walked all around the place, checking one more time that there were no signs of life in or around the building. I had my shirt up, and finally took it off and threw it across the room. Then it was time to walk around again, looking at my shirtless, barefoot refleciton in the glass doors and a mirror in the hallway. It was amazing how much better the second (shirtless) walk felt, and I knew it was about to get much better. By this point it was getting very exciting. Being barefoot was comfortable, and certainly better than not, but it wouldn't have been too shocking even if someone had seen me, after all it's not that unusual for people to slip off their shoes in an office. But as the shirt came up past my face, a bolt of excitement and sexual energy passed right through the middle of me, as I had crossed the line from the ordinary to the normally unacceptable, and knew there was no stopping this adventure. I went back to the desk and sat down, feeling the fuzzy back of the chair touch my back. Fortuneately, the work that had to be done that night was almost finished, beacuse not much more got done as I sat there frequently grabbing my nipples, sliding my bare feet across the floor and not quite knowing how my errection hadn't ripped my pants off. Another walk around the office gave me the chance unbutton and unzip my pants and to look at my refleciton and consider how great it would be in just a few minutes to see that same reflection wearing even less. I am not vain or obsessed with my own looks; it's the nudity in an interesting locaiton that excites me in this situaiton. In front of the glass door to the hallway of the building, I fianally dropped my pants and watched my reflection step out of them. The feeling of freedom was awesome. There I was in just my underwear with a raging boner! The practical side of me realised that if I heard anyone, the only safe move would be to run into the men's room, so I walked through the office, carrying my pants, and gathered the shirt an shoes and put them in there. Walking back to the desk, and sitting down in underwear, without clothes near was a thrill. Now I could feel the texure of the tweed chair seat on my upper legs. I was grabbing my nipples, stroking through my underwear and totally enjoying the feeling of my surroundings. By then I could take it no more, the underpants were an interruption to the complete freedom and awesome feeling that I could have. Still sitting at the desk, I started working my underwear downward witout getting up. This is much the same as feels to take it off while driving. The feelings of it passing under my seated behind, and of the chair on my bare butt, were wonderful. I then stood up, fully naked and erect in the middle of the office. Another walk around the place was amazing. My naked reflection was now in the mirror, on the glass doors, and even noticed on the chrome trim of an office machine. I stopped at many different chairs to sit on them and truly feel them. In chairs that could lean back, I could also put my feet up on the desk and run my hands up and down my entire boday. Sitting on desks was also fun, as was laying naked on the floor, looking at the ceiling and stroking my erection in the main hallway. Being near orgasm for this long gave me plenty of precum, with which I was lubing myself. As I felt like I would shoot, I ran back into the men's room, the orgasm beginning before I even got there. Once in the room, I shot my load about 7 or 8 feet in an explosive burst of pleasure and thrill. After I cleaning it up a bit, I grabbed my clothes took them back to the workroom and got dressed again, except for the underwear. I locked up, went out to the car, took off my shirt and shoes and began my long drive home while contemplating the extreme upward bounds of human physical pleasure, and also gradually starting to think about how best to take off my clothes some other night at the office on the other side of town! With a little good planning, you can get naked almost anywhere, and I hope you will...