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 Her favourite lunch break place was situated in the nearby park, just a few hundred yards from her office. Once wandering around there, she had found a secluded space up on a hill, right in the middle of the park. It appeared to once have been some kind of hedge formation, formed in a semi-circle, with a bench in the middle. The formation had been long forgotten by the park administrators, it seemed, and could now only at best be called a large number of wild-grown bushes. But to her, that was perfect; that meant it was all the more secluded.   

 For her, it was a perfect resting place, covered from three sides with bushes, with a seating place in the middle facing out towards the rest of the park. She would often go there, having bought a pack of sushi on the way, quietly eat it and then rest and just watch the people below her for a while. That was an optimal lunch to her;
giving her the rest she needed from the crowded days as marketing operative manager. Very seldom would she be bothered by anyone. Apart from being in an almost forgotten part of the park, the formation was partially covered with trees from beneath, which meant that people would be on a distance of several yards from her most of the time. It was the ideal serene-resting-place-in-the-Big-City, she would often say to herself.   

 Having finished her
100-something lunch here, Catherine sank down on the bench for the usual bit of rest before returning to the office. Sometimes, when she could not settle down enough, she would stay five minutes; at other times she had almost fallen asleep, making the lunch stretch to almost two hours (no one would complain at the office, she was responsible for her own working hours). This was close to those later situations. It was a hot late spring day, and the quick food followed by gazing sun made her dozy. She new she had a sales presentation for some V.I.J. (Very Important Japanese) customers at one o’clock, but there was time for rest until then. Cat relaxed a bit more, closed her eyes and let the sun warm her some more. Again, her thoughts wandered to the amazing fact that she alone – it seemed, had found this oasis.    

 Maybe it was the sun, maybe her mood, but this time her thoughts wandered to the times she had been proven wrong about being the only person knowing about this place, specially one time. She had come to the bush formation from behind for once because her favourite sushi place had been temporarily closed that time, so she had wandered to another on the other side of the park (other times, she would see from a bit afar if someone already was occupying ‘her’ space).   

 Coming round the edges of the bushes that time, she had just stopped frozen in her tracks; the bench was occupied by a young couple. They weren’t near of seeing her though, as they were completely engaged in making out. The woman (or girl, more like it) was sitting in the man’s (young man’s, she corrected) lap, and her Rasta hair, dangled to and fro as they exchanged deep kisses. His hands were on her back, moving back and forth, and hers were holding him around the neck, urging him to get deeper and deeper. The girl’s skirt had crawled up in her lap, showing much more than just her ankle-long Dr Marten’s boots. The young boy’s hands had apparently found some of the buttons of the girl’s shirt previously, opening it up to show some of the bra beneath.    

 For a few seconds, Cat just stood there. She had almost felt immoral, having caught them in such a private situation. But she couldn’t move, and her feet seemed frozen to the ground. She watched in amazement as they continued their act, seemingly completely unaware of her presence just a few feet away. Only when they boy paused their kissing for opening up more buttons on the girl’s blouse could cat quietly take a few step back to make the bushes cover her some more.    

 But she hadn’t been able move away from the scene completely; mesmerized, Cat had watched as they boy’s hands started fondling the girl’s breasts, making her squeak some awkward sounds of pleasure beneath the kisses. Only seconds after, the girl’s hands had moved to her back and reached for the bra clasp and opened it up.   

 With this obstacle out of the way, the boy’s hands had immediately reached for the soft skin of the girls breasts and pinched her nipples. At that, she had arched herself back, which had caused the blouse to fall of her shoulders and therefore given Cat full view of when the boy clasped one breast and sucked the nipple of the other. They had obviously been completely absorbed at that time, and not even the sound of Cat dropping her carton of sushi had stirred them.    

 As the final, now almost obvious moves had come, Cat had simply stared in awe. The girl had thrown the bra and shirt off her in Cat’s direction; they had landed almost at her feet. Her naked upper body had then been fully visible to Cat (and to any by-passer below); Cat remembered having seen a nice tattoo on the girl’s shoulder. Then, she had rose from the boy’s lap to fumble underneath her skirt, obviously in order to somehow move the panties out of the way, or something. The boy had opened up his pants at that time, revealing a pulsating, blood-filled cock.   

 When the girl had lowered herself onto it, the couple had let out a synchronized sigh of pleasure, before they started pumping. They had looked each other in the eyes as they had pumped more and more feverishly. After what seemed to have been ages (but probably only had taken seconds) they had both come, almost simultaneously. They had let out muffled screams that they probably had thought no one would hear.    

 But Cat had, and had then awoken from her zombie-like state of voyeurism. She remembered having thought that she only had seconds before they would notice her, and had therefore reached quickly for her sushi on the ground. Right at them, the girl’s bra had been lying. With a guilty smile, she had quickly looked at the still not noticing couple, and then taken the bra from the ground instead of the sushi.
‘That will make them curious’ she had thought as she quietly had moved away the same way as she came. There had been no lunch that day, but a day to remember and a day of trophy-collecting (the one and only of that).    

 

 With a sudden rush, Cat remembered where she was. She opened her eyes and got somewhat disoriented, until she remembered where she was. The sun was still warming her face, and she was still sitting on her park bench. The same bench as she had just remembered so fondly only moments ago. She remembered the situation as if it had been yesterday, even if it was some time ago now. In fact, she always felt the same warmth spread in her body when thinking of those two. Looking down, she realized that it had been more serious this time. The warm summer weather had probably played a trick with her, because she suddenly that she had one hand resting on her crotch, and the other squeezed in under her jacket.    

 Suddenly upset, she looked up and around, but found no one near that could have seen her. All she could see was some people moving around in the park beneath the hill. Much more comforted by that, Cat leaned back again and had a look at the watch. Half-past twelve, it said. She could only have been asleep a few minutes; she still had time to rest some more.    

 She still had the pictures of the young couple inside her mind, though, and the warmth wouldn’t really leave her. She remembered the times in her youth when she had done similar stuff as those two, although she had never been caught (or so she thought). Coming to think about it, there had never been any surprise situation again, neither before nor after that one, which meant that this place actually was kind of safe. Apparently, nobody had seen her in her ‘dream state’ just now, either. Comforted by those thoughts, Cat got an idea. Why not let the sun warm her some more? She unbuttoned her jacket and let it fall to her sides. The sun now more easily reached her torso, through her blouse, warming her even more. Glancing around at nothing at all, she continued by opening up the top buttons of the blouse. Moving the collar a bit to the side, she could now let the sun reach her breast and down to the cleavage. The feeling was marvellous! She let her head fall back and closed her eyes, feeling just a little daring. One hand unconsciously moved in under the blouse and rested on her ribs as she fell back into the half-dream state.    

 Cat was abruptly awakened when she heard movement from the bushes behind. She didn’t have time to cover herself, only rise somewhat from the bench, before she realised someone was standing right behind her. She started turning around to face whoever had intruded her, but immediately felt something cold and sharp against the side of her throat and a hand take hold of her hair! Terrified, Catherine froze. “Well, well, miss’s. This is a plain ol’ robbery”, she heard a rough female voice from behind. “Give me everything of value, you’ve got!”   

 At first, Cat couldn’t say a word, only stammer. “I – I – I -… I don’t have anything to give! ”.  That was a lie of course, but she just blurted it out without thinking.   

 “Oh, ye don’t, don’t ye? ”,  the voice behind her said sarcastically. “What about that watch, then? And doesn’t it look like a wallet inside that jacket? Just hand them over!”   

 Although Cat still couldn’t see her attacker, the stench from her could be felt the more, and she must be leaning over her shoulder to see all that. Reluctantly, she took off her watch and hand that and wallet to some unseen hand behind her.   

 “Fine, fine… ”,  the assaulter said, “ye’ don’t have anything else, do ye’?” The question had an almost rhetorical tone to it; Cat didn’t like it at all. And before she could answer anything, her attacker continued. “Say, that dress looks awfully valuable…”    

 Cat stood puzzled. What was the woman meaning?    

 “OK, you don’t seem get it, so I’ll have to spell it out for you” the woman blurted.  “I want yer’ dress!”  That got Cat even more stunned. What was that creature meaning? She breathed in deeply in chock, but couldn’t do much more. The knife-like object held against her throat terrified her; she couldn’t move an inch.   

 ’
with it!” the woman behind her shouted, and Cat felt a gust of bad breath reach her nostrils. That, and the knife object tightening its’ pressure on her throat, released her from her frozen state. There was nothing else to do than to give the woman her dress!    

 The jacket was already open, so it was easy to take off. When she had it in her hand, the woman behind said “  it on the bench to the left off ya’.” Cat did as she was told, and when the knife didn’t go away, she unzipped the skirt and let it fall to her feet. It was a bit tricky to reach down and place it on top of the jacket on the bench with a hand holding her hair and a knife at her throat, but Cat managed.    

 “The blouse too!” she heard from behind. With a sigh, Cat started unbuttoning the rest of the blouse, an action that was incredibly much more distressful than it had been only minutes ago. She let the blouse fall of her shoulders and threw it on top of her dress on the bench. She was now standing only wearing a shoulder-less bra, panties and stockings (not counting shoes) in a public park. This was bit more flashing than she had been prepared for! She felt colour rise on her cheeks and belly.    

 That wasn’t the end of it, though. “Say, those are nice stockings, haven’t used such in a looong time” she heard from behind. “Let go of the shoes as well” the homeless continued before Cat could even react. There was nothing else to do than to step out of the shoes and pull the stockings of her legs, one by one. In turn, they fell on the growing pile of clothes at her side. She had never felt more naked in her life.
   

 There was a small quiet pause as Cat was finished. Perhaps her robber was satisfied? The grip on her didn’t release though, and neither did the knife. Then, the words fell on her:    

 “Why stop when having so much fun? Let me ‘ave ya’ undawear, too!” Cat gasped in disbelief. “You can’t mean it!” she burst out. “What use would you have of my underwear!?” But as answer, the pressure of the knife just increased, now to a more painful state.    

 “Suveneirs, baby! Now, take
‘em off!” Cat had never felt so miserable in all her life, and she could feel a few tears coming down her cheek as she reached for her bra clasp and let her breasts become fully visible to the world. As reluctantly as she could, she then pulled her panties down her legs and put them on the pile. She was now standing in her birthday-suite, with nothing on her except her glasses, her watch and the hair clasp. Never in her 36 years had she experienced something similar; only her parents and boyfriends had seen her like this (even on those outdoor occasions had she kept some clothes on as a kind of insurance). Now, the whole city could see her, it felt like.    

 “And let’s have that watch and clasp, too!” Those little items would have felt extremely annoying to give away only moments ago, but now, they were her least precious items. If only the woman could have stopped at robbing her!    

 She heard a cackle from behind. The hand let go of her hair, but with the knife still at her throat, there was nothing she dared to do. “Excellent! Now I’m off!” she heard the woman laugh, followed by a rustle among the bushes. “And you can keep the‘knife’ as a memory of this!” she laughed from more afar. Something was thrown out of the bushes and landed at her feet. It was a blunt table knife. That thing could not have hurt anyone! But that knowledge didn’t help Cat a thing as she was standing naked in     in the middle of the day. She slumped down on the bench in sudden apathy. The sun didn’t feel the least warming anymore, but at least she could stay unnoticed up here. She cuddled up on the bench and tried to cover as much of herself as she could.

 

 But that, she couldn’t do all day, she would have to do something.   Her mobile had been in her jacket along with her purse, so they were long gone by now. After a moment of indecisiveness, she realized she would have to get out of the park by herself. Perhaps there was a police officer or park administrator down there that would help her? Bare-footed in the grass, Catherine ran quietly down the hill from tree to tree, hoping that no one would notice her. There was nobody near, thankfully, and she got down all the way, to the first park road. From behind a tree, she glimpsed out to see if there was any person in uniform nearby. But no one was in sight, only ordinary passers-by, and she didn’t dare showing herself like this in front of any stranger just yet. She waited until all people she could see nearby had passed or had their back against her before she ran across the gravel further into the park.    

 She reached another tree seemingly unnoticed (she glanced around several times). There was no one around in the vicinity, but she had left the seemed safety of being in the edge of the park. When she realized that she now had park roads all around her at one distance or another, her distress grew. And still no police officer around. Where were they when you needed them?    

 Standing there thinking, her exposure became plain to her when she heard “Look, mom!  A naked lady!” from behind her.  She turned around and saw a mother with her daughter in her hand, the daughter’s finger pointing at her. The mother’s eyes showed only anger and upset as she looked at Cat, and then covered her child’s eyes with her hand. She must have thought that Cat was a real flasher!    

 In panic, Catherine ran away from them, didn’t really care where and didn’t stop at anything. At several times she heard “Look!” or “What on –?” from around her, but she never looked at who might have seen her. The damage was done; all she could do was to keep moving and hidden until she found some kind of rescue. She only stopped when she couldn’t run anymore out of exhaust. Panting, she leaned against the back of some tree where no road was in front of her, at least. With the pause, she came to her senses. She looked around and still saw no officer. She couldn’t go on like this; she would have to get out of the park to find something to cover herself with. And then it came to her in an instant. Her spare dress up at the office! She always had one at hand in case of food accidents and such during working hours. Why hadn’t she thought of that before? Within seconds, other thoughts rushed to her. There was no extra underwear, but that she could live without. But how was she supposed to get hold of those clothes?    

 Thinking harder didn’t help. The clothes wouldn’t   flying to her, no matter what magic chant she could come up with. She realized she would have to get them herself, no matter what arousal she would make in town or at the office. She looked around the tree to get better bearings. Luckily, she was close to the edge of the park to her side of the office, so she wouldn’t have to go very far, only a few minutes. The first thought was to run as fast as she could, but she reconsidered quickly, realizing the danger of doing that during rush hour. Better to walk calmly and trying to pretend everything is normal!    

 Restraining herself and drawing a deep breath, Cat stepped out from behind the tree and began the walk towards her office. Her steps were somewhat more deliberate than usual in the beginning, but soon relaxed as no sudden shouts were heard. She noticed a few people watching her from the side, but tried as much as she could to stop bothering and continue walking, something that got easier the further she went. She soon reached the end of the park and began walking on the side of the street.    

 The sun started warming her as her self-consciousness grew, and soon she didn’t bother much about walking stark-naked among strangers in her home town. Of course, a lot of people looked at her as she passed them, but she deliberately met their eyes with a (somewhat faked) calm stare and simply continued. She was much more bothered about what was happening behind her, but she didn’t dare looking back. She grew confident and even produced a smile at some by-passers. At one time, she saw somebody take a picture of her, and she thought she heard the faint sound of a video camera at some time. But she didn’t bother much. After all she was a rather handsome, successful woman in her mid-thirties. With bold steps she reached the door to her office and stepped in.    

 

 Well within, all her comfort and security left her with the coldness of the air conditioning inside the entrance hall. Again, she froze, but now just inside the swinging doors to her office. All boldness she had found when walking naked on the streets were gone. Now, she was standing naked in a place where she knew a lot of people, and that was something completely different.    

 Luckily, she was alone except for the receptionist, whom she didn’t recognize. She must be some summer replacement, she though. She was talking in the phone as Catherine got hold of herself and walk up to the desk. The marble felt cold against her ribs, belly and lower breasts as she leaned against it, but she tried to control herself and stood still, folding her arms to cover her breasts for the young girl in the reception. When the girl had finished her phone call, she looked up at Cat, and raised her eyebrows when she noticed the naked upper body in front of her. ‘Luckily, she don’t see all of me’, Cat thought.    

 The receptionist got hold of her self and asked “Yes?” followed by a rather cold stare, Cat thought.    

 “I’m Catherine Holwell, operative marketing officer at R.O.N. here”, Catherine began, “and as you can see, I’ve come into a rather uncomfortable situation. Would you be so kind to let me in into my office?”    

 The woman behind the desk swallowed before asking “Do you have any key card or id card to prove yourself with?”    

 What a silly question, Cat thought. This must sure be a summer replacement! “No, of course I haven’t got any key card! If I had, I would have used that.” She considered herself lucky as no one else had entered or left the building yet.    

 The receptionist tried to keep cool as she answered. “Well, I’m sorry, but then I can’t let you in. I have strict orders only to let people with proper id inside here without visitors.” That got Cat furious. She took a step back from the desk and let her arms out to reveal her full, naked self to the bureaucrat in front of her. “Look, can’t you see that I’ve been robbed of everything I had on me!  How on earth am I supposed to have anything on me to prove my identity?!”     

 The young woman actually rose a little from her chair to carefully examine Cat’s whole body, and seemed to soften a bit because of the situation and Cat’s demanding tone. But at that moment someone stepped into the reception from a side door. He stopped in his tracks as he saw the beautiful woman in her birthday dress just a few feet in front of him. Cat glanced at him and cursed that it was no one she recognized, as that would have helped her now. The stranger blinked and let his eyes off her, and went away.   

 The emerging of a third person made the receptionist restrain herself once more. She swallowed, even harder this time, and turned to Catherine once again. “Sorry madam, strict orders. And I’m alone her the following hours, so there’s no one that can follow you up, either.”    

 Cat blew a deep breath to calm herself. ‘Well, there goes my sneaky-way-in, anyway’ she thought. “In that case, you’ll have to call my boss, he can prove who I am and let me in. His name is Ron Winstone.” The man cautiously continued to where he was going. The receptionist suddenly got helpful. “Sure”, she said as she dialled the number to Cat’s CEO. “There’s no answer”, she said after a short while.    

 “Message him that it’s important, he’s in a meeting” Cat said without thinking and suddenly realized.  ‘The meeting with the Japanese!  I was supposed to be on that!’ She looked at the watch and gasped as she saw that it was closing to two o’clock. The meeting was almost over now! Meanwhile, she heard that the receptionist had gotten hold of someone and was talking to him.    

 “He’ll be here right away” she said after a while. And she was proven correct, after only a few moments, Ron emerged from the elevator.    

 “Cat!” he yelled as he saw her “You were supposed to be –”, and then he stared in disbelief right at Catherine’s breasts. “And why the hell aren’t you wearing any clothes!” he shouted then.    

 ‘That was loud enough for anyone up to third floor to hear’, Cat thought before she answered. Instead, she took a deep breath and said, “Look, it’s a long story. I’ve been robbed, and now I need to get hold of some extra clothes up at my office. But this woman”, she said with intonation on both words, “won’t let me in, because I can’t prove who I am. You’ll have to help me in.” Once again, she crossed her arms over her breasts as she noticed Ron’s eyes on them.    

 Ron seemed to regain himself, but stared at her bush as soon as her breasts became covered, which made Cat blush even more. “Sure thing”, he said, blinking when he caught himself. “Your robber sure knew to take the lot!”   

 Soon enough, Ron had let her in and they were standing in the elevator. Ron couldn’t help looking, and Cat stopped bother at about fourth floor. She even put her arms beneath her breasts, just to tease him. And it did. The silence could have been eaten with a spoon, though. The boss’s eyes upon her body made her blush all over, but could she blame him of staring at her? No, she decided, it was the situation that was the cause. Part of her still thought of this as some strange, life-like dream. The elevator continued upwards with only the two in it, Cat with her back against the glass front out to the reception hall, oblivious to the fact that her bum pressed against the window for in the reception – and with windows facing the atria as well, for that matter – all to see.   

 How many times hadn’t she dreamed of being alone with her boss in an elevator during her early employment years, Cat thought? That was some time ago, but he hadn’t grown uglier in the meantime. On the contrary, those grey strands at his sides only made him look better. Cat found herself staring right into Ron’s eyes, and he met her gaze without a blink. Then she saw his pants, and what was bulging inside of them. When Ron saw that she saw, he blushed, too. Cat got even redder, the situation was becoming absurd. She averted her eyes from her boss', vividly trying to shut out the images forming in her head, where she pressed the stop button of the elevator and bent down in front of her boss...   

 Cat thought. How could she stand here and imaging such things? She looked at the floor display in hope for consolation, but time seemed to have slowed down during these moments; they were only on their way to the fourth floor. Even then, the images turned up: She imagined her boss’s gasp of disbelief as she grabbed inside his underwear and pulled out his cock...   

 Cat briefly looked at Ron and saw no reaction; obviously, he didn't know what was going on inside her mind. Instead, he was shifting his eyes all around the elevator but her in a very anxious way. To some extent that must be because of the situation, but not entirely, Cat thought. In a strange way, that relieved her.   

 Cat felt she couldn't help herself; she closed her eyes and let those wild thoughts flow, no matter how unbelievable they were. But on the other hand, what could be more unbelievable than   walking naked at her office? In her vivid dream, she took Ron's cock into her mouth. It was easier than she remembered (she hadn’t done that in years), and the cock filled to its full length in just a second. In the elevator, Cat focused with all her power to try to look as calm as ever, although her thoughts were making her really horny.   

 Her imagination took bold steps forward; she imagined the cock in right shape, and herself rising and turning around to let her bum face his crotch. She thought of Ron grabbed her hips and shoved into her in one move and started pumping. Although just inside her mind, Cat had no problem making up how   that would feel; she took a deep breath to stay calm, but that didn't help her from starting to feel wet down between her legs.   

 In her dream, Ron came after only a few thrusts, and let his seed spurt inside her. She would come just moments after, and what an orgasm that would be! (in daydreams always were). With a rush, she looked up to shut out the dream, and stared at her boss once again.   

 He looked at her with a worried face. "Cat, are you alright?"   

 If only he had known what had been going on inside her! She calmed down and tried to ignore the moist between her legs. "Yes, I'm fine. As fine as possible with this 'outfit'", she smiled back. The last floors were travelled in silence, with only Ron staring at the clock, looking more and more nervous.   

 They got of at nineteenth floor, and as soon as they left the elevator, Ron said “Go and get your clothes and come to room Fairytale as soon as you can. I’ll try to hold the Japanese.” With that, they separated, and Cat made for the office at the end of the corridor. She didn’t have time to take it coolly now, and started sprinting. There was no one in the corridor, but once she heard a gasp from inside a room with open door. At least someone had seen her.    

 She hadn’t gotten many steps, though, as she heard Ron call her from behind. She turned around and saw him back at the elevator.   Come back!” he yelled. ‘What on earth could be more important now?’ Cat thought, but the compelling eyes of her boss made her go back.    

 The situation got explained fairly easily. “Look, they’re furious after not having had your presentation, and even more after me leaving mid-meeting to pick you up. They’re think we're trying to hide stuff, and are about to leave as we speak.” Ron’s eyes stared at her breasts as he finished: “You’ll have to come – right now.  

 

 She stared in disbelief at her boss. Was she supposed to do her presentation naked?! Wasn't there enough with her standing here  "Look, can't I just go and..."   

 But he wouldn’t bulge, she realized only a second later. “Cat, they're starting to leave as we speak. If we loose this…” he started, but it wasn’t necessary; Cat hat already gotten it: either this or the company would be at the end of the rope.   

 The dreaminess she had felt before and that had made her act as she had suddenly disappeared. Her throat felt like a guitar string as she stepped behind the boss towards the conference room. Around her, people had heard the noise and started looking out on her and Ron as they passed. They stared blankly in incredulity at her naked body as it passed. She even managed to wave and smile at Eve as she passed her room. She followed Ron into the room. Inside was turmoil, as the company representatives were trying to keep the now angry Japanese to stay just a few more minutes. They all froze though, as Ron and Cat entered. “Have a seat and calm down, everybody, here’s Catherine Holwell to hold the business situation presentation” Ron said, and let Cat pass along the wall to a chair near the chart. Catherine slumped into the chair, and crossed her arms, trying to cover as much as possible of her body from the V.I.J.’s eyes. Silence followed, as everybody looked at her, expecting her to start, while she simply couldn’t find air to talk with. She hardly could breathe. Ron helped her, though. “Well, we’re not as bare-scraped as Cat want us to look here, I can tell you”, he began, and that produced some laughter. Even Cat had to laugh at the silliness of it. “But she will flesh that story out some more”, he finished, and at that no one could help but laugh.    

 With the tension gone, Cat could start. She waved at Eve to show her first slide and started. “Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see here, the current situation is…” After that, she could go on. She started sitting, but as she got more relaxed, she got up and started pointing at the key points, allowing everyone to see her in full view, from all directions. Everyone seemed pleased at that, but she could also tell that they actually were listening, as she got questions from time to time. Soon she had completely forgotten that she was naked in front of the company’s board and representatives of one of its most important customers. She stretched up her arms to arrange her hair (which she had forgotten since the situation with the bag-lady), and once scratched one of her nipples.   

 At one time, one of the Japanese wanted to ask about figures only shown in one of his papers, and Cat kindly went to him and bent down to see what he was talking about. As she started explaining to him more carefully, Catherine distantly noted that other persons had moved over to see what she was showing. Only then did it hit her that she was standing with her breasts practically in his face, and that because of her position, other people in the room probably could have a look at her pussy! Cat reddened, and lost trail for a second, before  a little to get hold of herself. After that, she went back to the front of the room and stayed there for the rest of the presentation.   

 Which, of course, was a success.    The Japanese applauded, and seemed very pleased in the end. That was the last in the agenda for this meeting, and everyone rose. She noted Eve looking at her, though, with the most curious expression, but she answered with a ‘Too complicated’-look. From the look on the V.I.J.'s faces, the situation was well in hand. As she and Ron walked the group back to the elevator, she even heard that one the high among them more or less said that the business was done.    

 Cat placed herself next to the elevator to shake hand with the guests, and noted that Ron placed himself very close next to her. When she took the first V.I.J. in hand, she felt why: her boss's hand suddenly landed on her right butt! At the same time as he held out his hand to the guest! Cat got almost paralyzed, and only managed to stutter a feeble "Goodbye".   

 What was he doing? This was harassment, she first thought angrily, and wanted to make him stop. But the situation wouldn’t allow it She didn't want to make a scene right there, when they just had made their customers so satisfied. She also remembered her own thoughts just a while ago, and that made things more complicated. Better to keep a good look and try to hold on during the goodbyes.   

 But when the next person was in front of them, Ron squeezed her butt just a little, only making things harder for her. At the same time as she kept her face and smiled at everyone, her anger increased, but also her arousal. She was, after all, standing stark naked in the corridor with her boss's hand fondling her, the same boss she had just imagined one of her best fucks only moments ago.   

 The situation only got worse; as new persons were waved goodbye and Cat managed to stay focused, Ron continued. He obviously got inspired by her cool reaction. If only he knew how she felt inside! She felt him alter between squeezing and just gently touching her butt with expert hands, and his treatment had tremendous effect. She could imagine his secret smile as he got more and more brave.   

 With one of the last customers coming up, Cat started the usual goodbye-phrase, but stopped mid-track as she felt her boss's next move: he had pressed one of his fingers between her butt cheeks and was now caressing her vulva! Cat lost her breath and had to start over, with   looking Japanese in front of her. This handling was almost more than she could take; as she felt his finger, her arousal took up more and more of her mind, pushing other things like anger and professional calmness away. Even her surrounding became more and more distant, as she focused more on inside herself. She felt she was becoming really wet, and realized that Ron would feel that, too.   

 Her reflexes took over, and almost unconsciously, she moved her legs apart just a tiny bit to make Ron's moves easier. He didn't hesitate one bit; right after, one of his fingers got inside her! That was it  Cat thought. She was being fingered by her boss in the middle of the office, with important customers to take care of at the same time! An orgasm was starting to build up inside, and there was nothing she was going to do to stop that from happening; she had surrendered to her boss’s expert fingers and her own pleasure, and the fact that this was happening in her office in front of customers didn’t matter one bit now. There was only pleasure.   

 Only two more to go, Cat distantly realised through half-open eyes. Ron’s hands were as deep inside her as their position allowed, but the trouble was that she wanted more! She spread her legs just a little more - and only then realised that it soon would be obvious to those around them what was actually happening. Some part of her mind shouted to her to do something, and she quickly held up her presentation notes in front of her crotch. Through a haze, she shook hands with the last Japanese and mumbled one last “Sayonara”. She was at the brink of an orgasm, and knew that she would be unable hide it, let alone stop it.   

 But, right at the top, as she was about to explode, she felt Ron’s fingers leave her. It felt as if a part of her own body was removed from her; all air left her and her excitement subsided like a soufflé cooling too fast. Cat felt she could hardly breathe, and almost fell to the floor. Luckily, the last guest had stepped into the elevator by now. Standing bent over, leaning on her own legs, she could hear her boss say “I thought it was best to stop it there” in a very casual way. That almost made her explode, but of anger instead. Had he only been playing with her? Hadn’t she been so exhausted, she though she would have hit him.  Hard.    But she remembered her situation, and stayed calm while her boss patted her on the shoulder and walked away. “Well done, Cat. We’ll talk later” was the last he said.   

 

 Cat got hold of her self and started walking to her office, to finally get some clothes on. She didn’t bother the looks from her colleagues, and quickly stepped inside to her secretary’s ante-room. Thankfully, Linda wasn’t there, Cat was too tired to try to explain the whole thing right now. She closed the door behind her and went into her own room, kicking it from behind to make it close. Finally there, she couldn’t do anything else that fall back into her chair, completely exhausted.   

 Today’s experiences swam around inside her, making her feel dizzy. The homeless, the young couple from before, the Japanese, the receptionist (she still got angry there), Ron,  the  Japanese again and the worried mother all buzzed around her in her mind. On top of that, she felt a huge headache forming, probably because of all the tension and the fact that she had been millimetres from an orgasm. She had to rest a little before taking hold of the real world once more!   

 Still completely naked, she stayed in her office chair, and without thinking, her hand landed on her crotch. Before she even knew it, she had unconsciously started caressing herself. “Only to get some relax”, she thought.   

 Naturally, it didn’t take long before she started getting aroused once again, and as she re-imagined her presentation in the nude, she put her legs up on the desk to allow herself to reach better. She had never been near of doing anything like this, but this whole day had been so totally weird that she didn’t care. When she thought of Ron’s hand inside her, she closed her eyes and started pinching her clitoris. It felt so good; her breathing got heavy and she got close to that orgasm she should have had earlier.   

 And then it came, wave after wave after wave. The whole room turned red, and she felt every vein inside her pulsate of lust. Sweat broke out all over her, and she felt the leather seat beneath her get wet. But that didn’t matter, today didn’t matter, nothing at all mattered right now.   

 Except for the door opening.    Right at this moment, her secretary distant-mindlessly walked in, as she almost always did. “Catherine, would you take a look at – Oh my God!” she cried and stopped right in front of the desk. The papers she had been holding all felt too her feet, as she saw her own boss, stark naked in her chair, with the feet on the desk.  One hand caressing her crotch, the other pinching a nipple.    

 Catherine looked up at Diane and then down on herself and gasped. Apparently, she had forgotten to close the door to her office completely! This day’s number of surprises was one more, and still counting! Was there no end to it? With the orgasm still subsiding in her, Cat moved her legs from the desk and let her hand go from her crotch. Looking at her still paralysed secretary, she realised she had to do something.   

 “Bring me some water”, she ordered quite brusquely. She was very thirsty by now. The order seemed to help Linda out of her shock, somewhat. Drowsily, she went to fetch two glasses of water.    

 “Close and lock the door behind you”, Cat said when she came back. “Take a chair and sit next to me, so I can explain it all” She noted that her secretary couldn’t leave her body with her eyes; she seemed mesmerised by the look of it. There was something more than just shock in those eyes, and that made Cat feel a bit warm inside again. And there was no idea to cover anything up at this point, Linda had already seen it all.   

 And so, Cat began recapitulating her whole day, in all its absurdness. She left out her own dreams in the very beginning, but told the rest in detail. At first, Linda sat looking very coolly at her, but as Cat’s events unfolded, she seemed to get more and more interested. And all the time, her eyes never left her boss’s torso.   

 Catherine herself found retelling the day very satisfying, specially to her secretary, whom she had come quite close to and didn’t hide much from (even though it had never come as far as this!). Maybe it was the fact that all events cleared much more when being retold or maybe it was the effect the story seemed to have on Linda. By the time Cat had come to the point where she was naked in the park, Linda was completely in to the story. Cat could see that it had awakened something inside her, as she noted a shift in how her partner looked at her, and that her hands now had left the chair, to rest in her lap.   

 It didn’t come as a surprise to her; she also felt that feelings rose inside her as well from recapitulating the day. As she got to the part where she was in the lobby, she had started caressing her stomach without thinking about it. Linda got more excited the longer she went, by now she interrupted Cat in the telling with comments and outbursts, like “How could she!” about the security woman. Cat also noted a slight blush on the cheeks.   

 She even told about her own thoughts in the elevator, she felt that they were important to the coming events. When she noted that Linda’s mouth stayed just a little bit open, she couldn’t help it; she turned somewhat over to her and let a foot out to touch her secretary’s ankle. At the same time, she distantly stroked below her breasts. There was no denying that she was turned on again, and this time in front of her secretary! Linda didn’t seem to dislike though, it was more to the contrary!   

 When Catherine came to the presentation, Linda had started leaning over and let a hand rest on Cat’s left arm. Her blush was clearly noticeable now, but in the other hand, Cat had started reddening all over. Both because of the story, but also from what she couldn’t help but think was a special shine in Linda’s eyes. Or was it? How could she even consider that? No words had been told, and it could all be her imagining things.   

 But when she came to the final part, she knew she had been right about the signs on Linda. As she told of Ron’s fingering, Linda rose and stood at the back of the chair. She then leaned it back as much as possible, allowing her boss to almost lie down, and placed her hands on her boss’s shoulders. Cat got a bit surprised by that, but quickly got used to the new position. She imagined Linda having a great view of her own nakedness from there, which only excited her more.   

 Finished, Catherine found that she was breathing rather hard. It was all very vivid again, and after all, it had happened only moments ago. Silence fell in the room then, and Cat looked up at her secretary. Her face didn’t reveal much, and unfortunately, the signs she had seen seemed far away. She felt Linda’s hands trembling, reason unknown.   

 Then Linda spoke. “That... was one of the most… exciting stories I have ever heard!” she stuttered. She continued, “I almost can’t believe it!” But her eyes told Cat that she did. “And it really turned me on!” she finally burst out. And with that, she tipped the chair backwards, so that Cat almost got into a lying position. The chair squeaked as it now stood only on two legs, and for a second seemed to tip over, but Linda managed to hold it steady.   

 Catherine felt a surging her chest as she was tipped over together with that surprising comment, and for once she lost her self-control, as she now looked directly up into her secretary’s eyes. The vulnerability of this, with herself being naked in a balancing chair, without any control, was very new to her. She was used to having things her way, but this day had been the direct opposite of that. She suddenly felt very tired, and something wet emerged in her eyes. “Me too”, she finally stammered, “I never would have imagined anything like this, and that it would end in this way”.   

 That made Linda smile, a smile Cat found extremely beautiful. “End?” she said, “Who said it’s going to end here?” She trailed off, seemingly lost in her thoughts. “You know…” she continued after what for Cat seemed a lifetime staring into those brown eyes, “I too have had daydreams with Ron in them. And you!” With that, she bent down and kissed Cat on the lips.   

 The combined kiss and compliment caught Cat completely unaware, and for a second she lost her breath. But then Linda’s hands moved from her shoulders down her body, while the kiss got deeper, it was only to follow her instincts. At first, her head got filled up with new thoughts and questions.   Did she say she had dreamed about me? I’m naked! My secretary is kissing me and fondling my breast! So she does like me?’ But the longer they kissed, the more those thoughts were pushed aside for the familiar warmth and eagerness inside her.   

 As Linda’s lips left hers and started moving down her in exploration (distantly she wondered how much the chair could take), the excitement filled up inside her, and she couldn’t stay passive anymore. Her hands went up to her secretary’s sweater and started pulling that up over her chest.   

 Which was more than the chair could take, considering its current position. Suddenly, it tipped over one side and sent Catherine tumbling to the floor. Linda, who was taken completely by surprise, lost her balance too but managed not to fall haplessly. She landed on her knees in front of her boss. Luckily for Catherine, the fall wasn’t very herd, so when she rolled over to her back she once again looked up into her secretary’s eyes.   

 They lay there in silence for a moment, before they both started giggling uncontrollable. The situation was absurd from the very start, and now this! Waves of laughter bubbled up inside her, and it was only when she took hold of Linda’s face and pulled her down for a kiss that it ended.   

 Soon, they were once again entangled, taking up from where they had been interrupted by that silly chair. Catherine once again grabbed for Linda’s sweater. Her secretary answered by diving down between her breasts, lips first. The warmth between Cat’s legs and in her stomach immediately started spreading   

 It was rather awkward for Catherine to bring the sweater up over the chest from her position, but soon she had revealed a bare stomach and breasts inside a bra, right above her. There was no time to hesitate now, with Linda’s lips between her own breasts, she was eager to get hold of those above her. She heard Linda sigh when her hands followed her secretary’s side up her back to the bra clasp. Then, the breasts were free right above her mouth.   

 They already tasted salt from sweat, with a hint of perfume added, and Cat sucked and kissed hungrily. Her hands were still impatient, and started wandering over her head, down Linda’s body. Soon, they found the belt and zipper to the skirt and started their work.   

 Only seconds later, they were opened, and the skirt ready to be drawn off. While still taking care of every erogenous zone around Catherine’s breasts, Linda felt this too, and was as eager as Cat to get out of it. Soon, with a combined effort, they had moved it down around Linda’s knees. By doing so, Linda had moved further down Cat’s body, and they were now both at stomach-height of each other. Linda immediately started exploring this new area with her lips, to the utter pleasure of her boss. Cat lost her senses for a while, as she felt the warm lips all over stomach and waist. Moments later, her own hunger re-emerged, and she went for her lover’s groin herself.   

 Linda’s panties were only a small obstacle on the way. With a distinct pull, they went the same way as the skirt had, and with some cooperation from the two of them, both garments left her completely. Lind was now as naked as she, except for that sweater that still covered her upper chest. But that was in no way part of Cat’s thoughts right now; she only felt true pleasure and an urge to taste her secretary’s most secret. She grabbed the hips and brought Linda’s crotch down on her waiting mouth.   

 Although she hadn’t done anything like this before, Catherine found it as natural as breathing, letting lips and tongue do their work. Linda’s response was immediate she had to stop her own moves briefly, and started humming tonelessly. Hearing that, Cat got inspired and continued her exploration of Linda’s innermost.   

 But she had to stop suddenly as well, we she felt Linda’s lips against her own pussy. Apparently, her lover had found new strength and started giving her the same treatment. Oh, god how good it felt! Cat herself lost tracks of everything as Linda’s tongue found her most sensitive point. There was only pleasure, and the will to give the other as much as she was received.   

 It didn’t take long for them both being locked in that position before Cat felt the familiar creeping sensation: another climax was coming, and from the sounds of Linda, she was on her way too. They both intensified their tongue moves, although Cat found harder and harder to concentrate on her doings; she had no place left for thoughts. Then, she could do nothing but shout out her joy, and only far, far away heard that someone else was screaming, too. Then, everything went fuzzy.   

 Much later, they both still lay naked and entangled on her office floor. Linda was still half asleep, but Cat had too much to think about for that. She just lay there and looked at her new lover (she was certain this was not a one-time event). The phone had rung one or two times, but Cat hadn’t bothered to answer; only later did she realise that it was still office hours. This moment was too sacred. This day already seemed gone in the mists of memory, and when thinking about them, the events seemed more and more absurd. But one thing stayed real: and that lay naked beside her. Cat smiled as she though of that, letting a finger trace the beautiful contours of Linda’s body. If it had ended with this, she thought, all that had happened her today was worth it.   

 

It was with great reluctance that Catherine went the familiar steps to the resting place. It was only yesterday the absurd chain of events had started that had led to her forced stripping, but it felt like eons. Still, she had found that she needed return to the place where it had all started, to sort it all out and leave everything of it behind her. Linda had called herself sick today; maybe she didn’t have the strength to meet her boss so soon after those strange but wonderful moments. And how had she not felt the moment she had stepped into the foyer this morning! Luckily, it hadn’t been the same  recpetionist  as yesterday, so that had gone smoothly. But when she had arrived at the office, it had seemed like every colleague she had met had either smiled wryly at her, or simply stared. She had gone straight to her room and not left it until now.   


Just a bit up the hill, she saw the bench where she had sat. Once her favourite place for lunch-breaks, now a place of strange feelings; large clump formed in her throat as soon as she got closer. No-one was there now; so she could get up there right away. Nothing strange with that, that’s how it used to have been. Up at the bench, she could only stand and look at it for a while, as if it in itself was something evil and the reason for all that had happened. But when nothing happened (and why should it), she let out a sigh and sat down.   

For a moment she just sat there and watched the surroundings. She remembered why she used to have liked this spot, for its secluded aura and still this rather good view of the surroundings. She felt that she perhaps once again could, gain control of this spot once more, so to speak. Then she felt that her feet touched something soft underneath the bench.   

She looked down and saw a pile of clothing. At first, she thought it was nothing particular, just a pile of rags somebody must have left there. But wasn’t the colour of that front-most cloth a bit familiar? Carefully, she took it by two fingers and brought it out. She held it out at arms’ length and saw that it was a skirt, made of some good material and well-made. It felt oddly familiar, wasn’t it…? With a gasp, she realised it was just like one of hers! Immediately, she bent down and brought the whole pile out from under the bench. Her mouth went dry as she looked through the other garments that had been lying there;   hers, a white blouse, stockings and – panties and bra! It was her clothing that she had found! A quick look under the bench revealed the final evidence: her shoes and her very own wallet! And right next to her, a blunt table-knife...   

Catherine’s head started spinning. What had actually happened yesterday? Had she just dreamed it all?  The stripping, the run for the office, the dispute in the foyer, the meeting, her bosses’ hand inside her, and finally her moments with her secretary.  But it had been so real! It couldn’t have all been a dream! And how would the clothes have gotten here, then? No, that had to be true! But not what hade happened up here, obviously. She slumped down on the bench, face hidden in her hands; she’d just realised the potent effects of her extraordinary imagination.   

END OF PART 1

