Arriving at the Swimming Pool First: Chapter 12
I came to, lying on the floor with my own cum all over my hairless crotch, stomach, and chest. I was on top of JoAnn, and Jan still had her hand around my softening erection.
My senses began returning, and I heard voices exclaiming, "Wow!" "Never seen that before!" "Is he alright?" "He tastes wonderful!" "That was a lot!" "That was hot as hell!"
"I'm so embarrassed," I said. "I've never blacked out before!"
Pat expressed concern, saying, "Take it easy for a minute. We'll help you clean up."
JoAnn chimed in, "I'm fine right here. Just hand me some towels, and I can clean both of us up."
The ladies' efforts soon had my limp dick recovering, much to their surprise and admiration.
Jan said under her breath, "He's ready to go again."
Each of the other ladies nodded in approval.
Eventually, I was able to sit up, aided by Margaret and Pat. I was sporting a semi-erection, with my cock and balls clearly visible and somewhat cum-stained.
"Come into your cubicle," Pat suggested. "I had some things to show you anyway."
As I slowly made my way around the corner, it was clear that my office space had been altered. The 4-foot partitions, which had previously offered some modesty or privacy, had been removed. My old desk had been replaced with a standing, ergonomic one. I now had a bar stool and a small chair in my cube.
"I assumed you'd accept the offer to work naked," Pat explained. "That's why we removed the partitions and installed the sit-down desk. With the ergonomic desk, your amazing ass and aroused package" - gesturing towards my recovering erection - "will be visible to anyone passing by." Funny that she said 'anyone', and not 'any of us', as if she was anticipating increased traffic in the area.
"Plus," Pat added, "these desks are supposed to be better for your posture and your back."
I didn't say anything about the changes, but managed to sit on the bar stool, my partially hard penis and some remaining cum still dripping from my urethra.
"I'll leave you alone for now," Pat said. "There's some things we need to discuss later after you've settled in and the girls have finished their inquiries."
Jennifer, who sat across the aisle from me, was the first to visit my cube with queries. She had been more reserved throughout the entire process, but now was the first to venture over. JoAnn, Jan, and Margaret were either cleaning up or satisfying their own desires in the restroom.
Entering my space, Jennifer put her hand on my arm. "Pat ordered your furniture and made the changes after we approved the nude waiver yesterday," she said. "She was certain you'd go for it. It was Jan who apparently has a friend at the gym."
She continued, "You'll be seeing much more of me now, what with the partitions gone and your desk standing tall."
"I understand," I replied. "I enjoy being seen...being looked at. And not having to worry about clothing all the time is fabulous. Perhaps you should try it yourself?"
"Maybe," she replied, with a sly grin. "And I bet Jan will too, or there may be a casual Friday vote in the future. The next office party will definitely be more exciting, as you won't have to wear a speedo."
With that, she surprised me by catching some of the lingering cum leaking from my shaft, tasted it, and then went back to her own cubicle. "I like having the freedom to touch you," she said with a wink. "You taste incredible!"
This was unexpected. Jennifer and I had worked across from each other since I started here. Her pool party swimsuits were always a modest two-piece, but I had never understood why. She seemed to have a nice body - 5'-8", about 120 pounds, full B cup, nice tan, firm legs with a prominent pubic mound under her suit.
Perhaps my nudity would break these ladies out of their shells! None of them were married, but they'd all dated guys over the years. I was looking forward to seeing where this led.
As I was rearranging my cube, Jan approached and asked me to assist with the printer. That wasn't usually my job, but I hoped it wasn't all she wanted. It wasn't.
With a clear view of my erect penis as I helped her with the printer, my hopes were confirmed.
Jan was the main one leading the group, if there was one. She was around 5'-6", weighed 100 pounds, and had a firm B cup. Slim and trim, she had a nice figure. She usually wore a tiny string bikini at the office pool parties. She'd told me that she had to wear them smaller than mine...and they always were! Minimal tan lines. You could see the outline of her nipples through her bottoms when she got them wet. I assumed she shaved.
Jan encouraged me to go first so she could admire my butt, which was an enjoyable thought for me. As I walked around the partition where the machines were, she asked if I could reach a box of papers on the top shelf. I noticed that there was already an open case of paper on the floor, but I could tell she had something else in mind.
As I reached up towards the shelf, she closed in behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. "Let me steady you," she suggested. Sliding her hands down from my waist, she gripped my cock and balls softly. "I loved how they felt a bit ago. I just wanted to check them out in a more intimate setting for a little longer."
"Mmmm," I murmured. "This feels nice."
"You're getting hard and leaking again," she murmured! "I've never been around a guy like you before. Besides, you came so quickly in the break room, I never really got to enjoy this cock of yours that I've been wanting to see since you first showed up at the office party in a speedo!"
"My speedos are a popular theme around here. I'm glad you liked it. I cut the liners out of mine so that my cock outline was more noticeable. I always liked your tiny string bikinis, as well. I wondered if you shaved and if you cut the liners out of yours. I hope someday to see if you have an all-over tan like me, or not. I've shown you mine. Maybe you can show me yours."
"Slow down, buddy," she said firmly. "We're not talking about that yet. We're ladies getting to know you better. Not the other way around! Trust me, today has helped your opinion among us. A lot more than the last five years you've been here."
As we conversed, Jan gently stroked my balls and my stiffening erection.
"Lower your hands and turn around," she instructed. "Hold onto the copier. I'm going to have another try at your guy...but I won't make a mess."
When I turned around, Jan went down on me. Gazing into my eyes, she took my hardened dick into her mouth and pulled down on my ball sack, which had been reacting to the cold office temperature. The warmth of her mouth contrasted with the coolness of the air. She was outstanding. She deep-throated me, making me speed up and try not to moan. Holding onto the copier for dear life, I couldn't believe how I had another strong orgasm, squirting three or four streams of cum into her waiting mouth.
"That was better, don't you think?" she praised.
"I agree," I admitted.
Taking me dry, Jan licked her lips, winked at me, straightened her shirt, and squeezed my balls again. "For good luck," she purred. "You needed to warm those things up!"
"I won't argue with that," I replied. "Y'all seem to keep it freezing in here. A guy can find it challenging in a presentation if it's cold!"
"You haven't had any issues," she laughed. "Oh, Pat said she needs you when you finish helping me."
"Thanks," I said. "For everything."
"No problem."
