Arriving at the Pool First: Chapter 10
After engaging in a nude workout session with Marcy and Jenny, I couldn't believe it had only been a day since I stepped into the CFNM exhibitionist path. I had been fondled, penetrated, manually pleasured, and exposed, in front of numerous people. My hormones, sexual urges, and exhibitionistic tendencies had all been amped to the max!
I've always disliked wearing clothes, usually restricted to secluded areas like private spaces or clothing-optional resorts. However, thrust into an unfamiliar experience, I was open to what was happening now—no pun intended! The naked body experiences heightened awareness of its musculature and movements. To protest the necessity of wearing clothes to work, I made the decision to wear nothing beneath my work clothing. This should help me endure the day without feeling restrained.
Upon leaving the gym, I took care not to arrive late for breakfast or to my office. Judy wanted me to eat healthier, but after swallowing a packet of supplements in her presence, I was skipping my visit to McDonalds. I had promised to check my email and workload, so I could hit the ground running.
As I entered the work parking lot, my manager Pat was already present. She was committed to working diligently and ensured her team adhered to high expectations. My gender didn't seem to play a role in our dynamic; everyone was respected.
'Good morning, Andy,' Pat greeted, as I entered her workplace from the service door, 'I hoped to catch you before the crew arrived.'
'Morning, Pat,' I responded, entering her office. 'I'm here early to catch up.'
Pat closed the door and invited me to sit. 'I've been inquiring about your absence yesterday and this morning,' she said sternly.
'Apologies, Pat,' I replied, hesitant.
'No need to worry, not in a punitive sense,' she clarified. 'After receiving reports about your whereabouts, a few of us discussed your situation casually. Giggles, ogling ensued, and we imagined what your nude workout would be like. We then considered the option of a nude work environment. You won't have to call in sick to remain undressed, should you continue to enjoy this.'
I was taken aback. 'Is this really something your employees would allow?'
'Yesterday we conducted a secret vote. The proposal was well-received. You're the only guy on the staff, but everyone supports it,' Pat informed.
The local gym owner likely introduced the nude waiver proposal to them, but here, Marcy, Jennie, or Kelly must have been the catalyst. From this, my exhibitionistic tendencies were amped, as I wanted to feel the attention, adrenaline, and thrill from being seen naked. Pleased with my own body and how it felt without wear, plus having an enticing package, I had already come to terms with being nude.
Pat cast one last glance, addressing any hesitation. 'You've the day to consider the offer. If this appeals to you, please feel free to do so.'
And there it was—a clothing-optional workplace, lending itself to the exploits of men. Marcy, Jennie, or Kelly had likely orchestrated this from early on, joining forces with my boss to create a workplace where they could ogle me. My performance at the office pool party, donning that tiny speedo, had piqued their interest, and my nude gym exploits only reinforced their desire to see me naked. They could attend my gym and witness my physique sans clothing. Together, we embarked on an unprecedented journey.
My boss' last comment left me stunned! 'If you want to see me naked, all you have to do is join the gym.' It was true and I wasn't even contemplating putting on clothes just a few minutes earlier. Pat had shared this idea with everyone, so maybe one of the ladies in the office would join as well!
"Are you making a joke or playing a prank, and when I get undressed, will you guys laugh at me and use these moments for future blackmail?"
"No, not at all," Pat reassured me. "You have an incredibly hot body that you enjoy showing off. We've been presented with a chance to explore your CFNM and exhibitionist sides in a secure and legal manner. And for us ladies in the office, we get a visual treat throughout the day and get to live out our fantasies securely and legally. The ladies yesterday were quite thrilled about it and assured us it wouldn't disrupt our company's efficiency or productivity. If it interferes with our business, I'll revoke the waiver - that's in the documents. This seems like a win-win situation to me."
Initially, I didn't want to get dressed in the morning after the gym. I wasn't fully aware of this side of my sexuality's attraction. It was becoming an addiction. The thought of not having to go to work and thinking about when I'll be naked again would improve my workplace's performance and my focus. I've considered this idea since yesterday and am now considering it a great idea.
"Where do I sign up and when can I start?"
"Fantastic," my boss beamed. "You can start any time after you sign. I was already thinking you might be keen, so I've already taken some measures that I could have retracted had you rejected it. I'm printing out the waiver. I'll bring it over or if you could wait for a moment, you can sign and initial there."
When she started to open her laptop, I interpreted this as a verbal agreement. Taking off my shirt and loosening my belt and jeans, letting them fall to the ground... amusing her. "Given the printer is printing the waiver, I assumed we had a verbal agreement. Also, leaving my clothes in your office seems more convenient since I won't have to treat my clothes with dust and keep them neat."
As I was removing my shoes to take off my jeans, she stammered, "yes, that'll work. We'll have a meeting later with the rest of the staff now that they've arrived to discuss comfort levels and set ground rules."
My mind raced... would I keep my clothes?... What was she saying?
"After today," Pat went on, without waiting for my response, "we expect you to come to the gym naked. That's what Marcy suggested we do to you, letting you spend an extra 10 or 15 minutes at the gym... or having rewards, as Marcy described it... without having to spend time in the locker room to get dressed."
I wanted to protest, but my body was contradicting my excitement at what she was saying. My rock-hard erection pulsed with every heartbeat, and the idea of publicly going to my car naked left me enthralled! My brain was spinning, but I loved the mental image playing in my head of the upcoming experience. I was eager to get started, so I signed and initialed wherever Pat pointed out without fully reading the document. I turned to leave, but my boss had more to say.
Giving me my keys and wallet back, Pat said, "I'm relieved you handed over your clothes willingly. It displays trust in us and your anticipation for this unique opportunity. I'll keep your clothes in my cabinet and return them at the end of today, or you can leave them here for an emergency."
My thoughts were racing... would I keep my clothes... where was this going?
She went on, "I was assured that your nude waiver at the gym includes the parking lot before 8:00 a.m., given that you're leading exercises for their naked sessions, making you an employee. I'm eager to hear how thrilled you'll be walking through the lobby to the parking lot in the nude later in the morning. Judy, their nutritionist, is a friend of mine. She told me how well you did this morning with the 7:30 group. I'm convinced you'll do fine with the expanded exposure 20 minutes later, just as exposed, and in the parking lot, too!"
Then Pat stated, "because we're out of town, our parking lot and our entrance shouldn't be an issue at 8:00, so you arriving in the buff probably won't be noticed. However, we'll provide you with a designated spot close to the door. No need to take chances."
At this point in her list of criteria, I heard the door open and close, followed by several voices from the office. It seemed as if all four women had come in together. They mumbled, "that's his car"... "I'm curious if he'll do it"... "can't wait to view that gorgeous cock!" These comments informed me that my performance time was about to exceed my entry into the pool today! It also hinted that it was unusual to have just one naked employee under the agreement, but there was always the possibility.
Though the boss has a private office, the office has multiple cubicles divided by 4-foot partitions on both sides of a central aisle. There were higher partitions by the photocopy and print machines. The office had two bathrooms and a small break room. A solid wall separated our cubicles from the sales counters. I was at the back with two of the women, while the other two usually stayed at the sales counter. I was stationed nearest the copier and break room with minimal privacy and heavy foot traffic passing my desk during a typical day. I doubted that this would be an ordinary day.
Hearing the ruckus, the boss halted mid-sentence and said, "with the entire gang present, let's discuss the remaining ground rules in the break room."
As Pat moved around her desk, I turned to follow. When she paused to open the door, my erect penis knocking her left arm. Smiling, she remarked, "that's one potential conversation topic."
Read also:
- First Day of Amelié's Adventure
- Exploring the Pleasure of Being Nude in Part 3 Experiencing the Delight of Baring All, Part 3
- Arriving at the Pool Beforehand, Chapter 9
- A Stroll Through the Marshes
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