Mondays are Mondays. For anyone working in an office environment, just back from a weekend of chilling out and hanging with family, and on the first of five days back at hard work before re-entering the sweet bliss of the weekend, you’d be hard pressed to find anyone who looks forward to Mondays. Unless you worked with Cleo.
Cleo stepped into her office, at 7:30 am on the dot that morning. She was always an early bird, and though her contract stated that her workday doesn’t officially start until 9, she was always beyond happy to come in as soon as the building was unlocked. It was just more time to get more work done! Smiling as she looked over the open plan office, she was eager for her co-workers to start filing in, to show off yet again in a seemingly never-ending sequence of demonstrations just how much of a ‘Monday’ person she was. Clutching her French vanilla latte (extra sweet!), the buxom brunette made her way towards her desk.
Cleo had started just 3 months ago, and had spent each and every day trying to prove herself. Growing up in a strict Catholic household, Cleo’s parents had… well… sheltered her, encouraging her to pursue her education as far as possible, and use her free time to help out with the local church. So yeah, you could call her a ‘late bloomer’ only having her first paying job at age 25. But all of that just made her more eager to prove to her co-workers, her parents, and to God that she was ready to take on the world on her own!
The brunette placed her coffee cup down on her desk, followed by her bag, pulling out her desk char with one hand and with the other, hitting the ‘on’ button for her computer, the entire ritual having been masterfully perfected from months of practice, looking completely identical to how it would have any other day. Watching the load screen for her computer, Cleo placed her butt, fairly big, though well toned from her recent fondness for squats, on her chair. She didn’t exercise much beyond that, having no plans for any future love interest, despite never having one up until now… There would be plenty of time for that once she had established herself in the working world!
Pulling her office chair in up to her desk, Cleo felt her sneakered shoes hit something underneath her desk. Inspecting the intrusion Cleo saw the paper shredder of all things under her desk. She adjusted her thick rimmed glasses, looking over to the spot the piece of office equipment usually sat. Her mind was drawn back to the previous Friday, remembering the outlet for the shredder had stopped working, the only other free one in the office being under her own desk.
“Maintenance must not have gotten around to fixing it over the weekend…” Cleo mumbled, the brunette adjusting her seating position so that her legs were on either side of the shredder, putting in her password at the computer, ready to start the day of work ahead of her!
“Let see, so there’s that report for Helen, and then John wants a…” Cleo shifted nervously in her seat, the buxom brunette cringing as she remembered the reason behind her being so uncomfortable.
That weekend, she had miscalculated when doing her laundry. It shouldn’t have been a big deal, but this particular screw up had left her without… well without any clean panties. She shuttered at even thinking about it. It was already too late for her to put on a quick wash and still make it to work for 7.30 on the dot, so… she did something she never would have considered in a million years.
“Darn label…” Cleo cringed at the feeling of it rubbing against her bottom, cringing again at the fact that the feeling had just made her swear! She should never have done anything like this! Going to her office commando! And worse, the darn label of her jeans was distracting her from doing any sort of work!
Gritting her teeth and resolving to ignore it, the brunette tried her best to get on with the first piece of work she had planned for the morning, her lower half shifting uncomfortably ever few minutes, the irritation of the label driving the naive girl crazy with annoyance and distraction. Fifteen minutes into her work day, and definitely not fifteen minutes of progress on her work later, she let out a loud groan, slamming her hands on her desk, attracting the attention of the cleaner, whom she hadn’t notice come into the office.
“Everything alright deary?” The cleaner, an elderly lady Cleo had become fairly familiar with due to her early mornings, asked with a sweet smile on her face, emptying the trash can beside the bank of desks next to hers. Cleo blushed slightly that her outburst had been caught, and not wanting to admit to the lady the source of her irritation.
“Oh! Fine! Just a bit of frustration with my work…” Cleo perked up immediately, her enthusiastic tone of voice ringing through the empty office, a wide smile appearing on her still blushing face.
“I’ve seen many an employee stress out over the little things over the years sweetheart, don’t let them get to you.” The cleaner comforted her, tying the end of the garbage bag and depositing it into her cart, giving the embarrassed Cleo a smile as she pushed the cart past her desk and through the doors to the elevator lobby.
As soon as she was gone, Cleo’s face was in her hands, the easily embarrassed girl regretting her earlier outburst, before refocusing attention on the problem that had caused it in the first place, once again shifting in her seat. She closed her eyes, reaching one hand around into the back of her pants, sliding past the waistband, her fingers coming into contact with her bare butt. Her face was red as she opened her eyes to check if anyone else had decided to come in early (as if!), her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth as she fished around for the offending label.
Letting out a “Hmph” in frustration, she adjusted her glasses with her other hand, once again looking side to side to check for any co-worker who might be spying on her embarrassing display, the still empty office greeting her. She knew coming to work commando was a bad idea! She should never even have considered it an option! Now she had tons of work to do, that was piling up by the minute, and she wasn’t able to concentrate thanks to the stupid label! If only she could get an eye on it, she could cut it off!
An embarrassing and shameful thought entered Cleo’s head. She thought for just a second about taking off her pants to remove the label and then put them back on. The blush from earlier returned in full force to her lovely cheeks, and she almost gasped at the heresy of her own mind! She was a good girl! Taking off clothes was only supposed to be when changing and showering, not in the middle of her office! Not even mentioning how such an act, in her current commando state, would leave her without anything on below the waist!
“How inappropriate!” Cleo gasped to herself, the unprofessional image shocking her that her own brain was even capable of contemplating it, an unfamiliar heat rising up from lower in her body, that she could only assume was a deep shame. Had she even thought of verbalising such a thing to her parents, even as a joke, she would have found herself in confession the very next Sunday over it! The irritation returned and she sighed, looking back to her computer screen. She had accomplished practically nothing, and she was already 20 minutes into her day! She would have to work twice as hard to impress her co-workers and bosses today, but that’s only if she could even focus enough on work at all!
She needed to get rid of the label, she had lost too much time, and if she lost any more, she might not be able to overachieve the way she wanted to today. Was her need to do well in her job stronger than her shame and embarrassment! It was only the thought of putting in an above average performance for the day, instead of her usual well above average, that made her mind up for her…
Looking left to right, the blushing brunette could feel sweat staring to form on her forehead, thankfully not interfering with her hair that she had pulled back into a neat bun, and hesitantly began kicking off her sneakers. Even being barefoot in the office was unbecoming in such a professional environment, and she cringed at the thought of anyone catching her like this. Sure it wasn’t too uncommon, and certainly would result in something a lot less that a disciplinary, but she wasn’t that type of person, she was a rule follower! Still, it was a necessary evil for what came next…
Hands shaking, Cleo began fumbling with the top button of her jeans. She couldn’t waste time going to the bathroom, this problem needed fixed, and it needed fixed now! She didn’t want to fall any more behind in work than she already was. Slowly bringing down the zipper on her jeans, a few hairs of her fuzzy crotch became visible. She wasn’t one for maintenance in that particular area, preferring the au natural look, as God intended. Her hands frantically moved to the waistband of her jeans, the blushing brunette looking frantically around her to confirm to herself yet again that she was alone on the open plan office floor, before in one swift motion, pulling her jeans down to her knees, raising her lovely butt off the seat to avoid interference.
“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!” Cleo fumbled, looking down at her own naked crotch. She had her pants pulled down! In work! And she wasn’t wearing underwear! She would be saying Hail Mary’s for a considerable amount of time tonight after this display! Her hands now fumbled, looking around inside her jeans for the annoying label that had gotten her into this mess!
Maybe it was just her nerves, or the fact that she was sweating so much her glasses had started to fog up, but she couldn’t seem to get a good eye on it. With another frustrated “hmph”, the buxom brunette took a deep breath, knowing what she had to do to get this over with. Taking a deep breath, and screwing her eyes closed after yet another look around the empty floor, she lowered her jeans even further, until they were all the way off her legs, retrieving them from around her ankles. That shameful heat from earlier began rising up in her lower half once again, and Cleo knew that she needed to get this over with.
Her jeans now in her hands, Cleo began bringing them up to inspect them a bit more clearly, and to finally get rid of that damn label that was plaguing her. It must have only been 10 seconds before her stomach dropped, hearing the distinct sound of the door to the office opening. Cleo almost jumped out of her seat, which in her state would have been very exposing, the bottomless brunette’s bare legs flailing and she bunched her jeans up in her hands, pulling her entire body back under her desk so that only her top half was visible, feeling her bare foot hit against the gosh darned shredder, but not being overly concerned with the slight pain she felt from it.
Cleo was almost hyperventilating, as she saw a co worker of her enter the office, ready to start the day. Thankfully, recognising this co workers desk was at the far end of the open plan office, around the corner from where she currently sat, the eternally blushing girl rationalized that she could get her jeans back on before he would take notice of her undressed state. That was before she felt a tugging…
“Oh no…” Cleo whispered to herself, feeling her jeans being tugged out of her hands, and the distinct sound of the shredder doing it’s one and only function. It must have turned on when she hit her foot against it! Frantically looking to see that her co worker was out of sight before she could finally look down, she pulled her chair back, her grip on her jeans having been reduced to a mere few inches as she watched the fabric inch further and further into the shredder. Cleo let out a gasp, panicking at how loud she had accidentally been, poking her head up for another quick glance to make sure her co worker wasn’t investigating, before feeling the waistline of her jeans being pulled away altogether!
Cleo sat there, the bottomless brunette feeling her heart slow down for the briefest of moments, before an unfamiliar heat began rising all throughout her body, goosebumps raising on every limb. This was more than embarrassment, she thought, this was humiliation! Looking upon the black shredder under her desk, her body practically went numb. That had actually happened… She was naked from the waist down in her office, and had no way of getting any cover for her lower half.
“Stupid thing!” Cleo grunted, pulling against the shredder underneath her desk. She took a quick peek over her shoulder, the bottomless brunette still conscious that more people could walk in any second, before backing her chair away from her desk once again, pulling the shredder out with her. Her black sneakers got in the way slightly impeding her progress, and impatient after the latest setback to her day, Cleo grabbed the pair with one hand, throwing them to her left and out of the way.
Fiddling with the top of it, Cleo tried in vain to remove the top of the shredder, praying as she did so that her jeans weren’t actually shredded, and had just been sucked into the machine, and were currently sitting there, on top of all that shredded paper, but still intact. It was no use, the office grade machine required a special key to open and empty, and Cleo was in no position to go looking for that now!
Placing the shredder so that it was immediately to her left, Cleo too stock of her situation. She had lost her pants, her only source of covering for her lower half, and was now sitting at her desk, in the middle of her open plan office, completely bottomless! She knew no one sat at the two desks to her right, and beyond them was the edge of the room. Her chair covered her lovely butt from view, and her desk would do something similar for her curly unruly bush and lady lips. To the left of her would be a big problem, most of the office was seated in that direction. She could use the shredder for some cover on that front, but what if someone actually needed to shred something? She tested the waters a little, pulling herself as close to her desk as possible in her chair. Without the shredder under her desk, she could get quite a bit further in, and if she slouched, she could hide practically her entire lower body from view. Still, there was no denying.
She was in work, only wearing a short light blue blouse.
Grabbing the hem of her blouse in her fists, Cleo tried her best to stretch the material as far as she could. It didn’t even begin to cover her fuzzy black bush, never mind the virgin pussy that lay just below it! She knew these tight cut shirts were a mistake, she should have been focusing on progressing her career, not how good she looked! Groaning in frustration, Cleo nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of someone addressing her.
“What did I say about that stress deary?” The cleaning lady, who Cleo had not heard re-enter the office, said with another smile, pushing her cart past her. Cleo nervously laughed, her sweaty face burning with humiliation, her only saving grace being she didn’t think the lady could see below her waist. Cleo nervously watched as the cleaning lady made her way out of the office once again, hopefully for the last time. Eying something sticking above the rest of her cart Cleo noticed two very familiar shoes, and not even a second later, realisation hit. Her shoes! She had carelessly thrown them to the side, and the cleaner must have picked them up and taken them away. Cleo was about to yell out after her and get up to follow her, before realising her dress state. She blushed, her hands trying once again to stretch her shirt to cover her pussy. She was trapped completely naked from the waist down!
“No! I’ve always been a good girl, things like this aren’t supposed to happen to good girls!” Cleo pleaded in her own head, the warmth from down below giving way to a small tingle. Cleo ignored this unfamiliar feeling, instead focusing her mind on what to do about her current situation. She was trapped at her desk, and while relatively covered from most angles, it would only take someone needing something from her, or coming over for a friendly chat for her to be in high danger of being seen. She needed to procure clothing for her bottom half somewhere, but where could she do that in a crowded office with her fanny on display?
And to add insult to injury her work was just piling up every second she sat around doing nothing! Cleo felt a pit in her stomach, the only thing in her mind worse than someone seeing her current state of attire was her bosses not recognising her for her above average performance. She looked around the office, seeing another of her co-workers walk in, this one sitting a little closer to her than the last, but still not close enough to easily notice her. The stupid label was gone, the rest of her pants with it or not, so maybe she could finally get some work done? That was sure to chill her out! And with a cleared head she could think of a plan of how to deal with her bottomless situation.
So, armed with a solution that made sense to no one but her, Cleo turned her attention back to her computer, opening the previous piece of work she had tried to do before the whole ordeal had started. Her body was still on fire with embarrassment, she reasoned that her blush had spread to more than just her cheeks, and that was the cause of it, not once considering any alternative. She worked with relative focus for almost 20 minutes, only occasionally stopping for a few seconds to cringe at the feeling of her bare feet on the carpet, toes curling to add to her embarrassment, or how her bare butt rubbed against the fabric of the office chair, the brunette not once looking down to catch another glimpse of her secret garden or the treasure that lay beneath it, using all of her willpower to remain as focused as she could on her work.
Even as she worked, she noticed more and more people coming in to the office, some of them sitting around the corner, some of them sitting within sight of her. She urged herself to just ignore them and keep working, rationalizing that the office was by no means crowded, and she would still have a bit of leeway once she eventually thought up of a plan to handle her partial nudity. With every person that walked in, the heat she was feeling seemed to intensify, goosebumps rising down her arms and bare legs, and even a light tingle in a place she had never felt it before. Even despite these distractions, she got a decent amount of work done, and while nowhere near her absolute all time best, she felt a little more comfortable taking a few minutes to herself to sort out her issue.
“Alright, what are my options?” Cleo thought to herself, pulling her phone out of her bag, and checking the current state of the office. It was rapidly approaching 9am, and it looked like everyone who was in the office that day had already arrived. Of course they pick this Monday to be punctual! Cleo groaned as nothing immediate popped into her head, at least nothing that involved her getting away without revealing her predicament to anyone else! There was nowhere she could precure pants, and any suggestion of trying to sneak home wouldn’t work. For one thing, she had nothing on below the waist, and there was no way she could make it outside and back home without multiple people seeing her lady treasure. And even worse than that, it would involve an unauthorised absence from work! And in her mind, that was a hundred times worse than someone seeing her bush and privates!
Gritting her teeth, she came to the conclusion that she wasn’t getting out of this without help. The buxom brunette weighed her options, knowing she had to tell someone about her current state of dress, and hope that they would help her out, while also not revealing the information to anyone else. Despite having worked in the office for many months, she had a large amount of difficulty making any real friends. Only one person came to mind, and they were scheduled to be on leave today. Theres no way she could tell her parents about this! They already thought she wasn’t ready for the working world, and an incident like this would all but prove that to them! She sighed, rubbing her eyes beneath her glasses, getting up her friend Kate up on her phone. Hopefully she was feeling in a helpful mood. And awake…
“I need help. Don’t ask any questions, but I need you to bring me a pair of pants to the office as quick as you can!”
Cleo eyed the text message she had sent, rubbing a hand on her bare thigh out of nervousness, her feet shifting against the carpet as she waited for Kate’s reply. The blonde was hardly punctual on days when she was scheduled to be working, it was going to be a big ask to get her out of bed before noon on her day off. She jumped in her seat at hearing her phone ding, notifying her of the incoming text. It attracted the attention of a co worked walking back to her desk after making coffee in the break room. Cleo nervously smiled, her face getting even redder as she gave the co worker a small wave, pulling her lower body even closer to her desk than before as she watched them walk away, and eagerly switched her phone to silent before opening the text.
“…okay? Sounds like an emergency, so I guess it warrants me getting out of bed.”
“It is. Please Kate, I’m in a real mess here.”
“I’ll be there as quick as I can, but I live pretty far out. Might be an hour or two depending on the train times.”
The brunette cringed at reading her friends response. She was stuck here for another hour at minimum while completely bottomless! She unconsciously squeezed her thighs together, feeling butterflies in her tummy at the thought of having to go through a significant portion of her work day while only being clothed from the waist up. She shook her head at the imposing thoughts, before typing one last message.
“Just hurry! And… bring panties too.”
Cleo couldn’t even bare to look at her phone after the latest text, feeling it buzzing with what she assumed was Kate replying to multiple times to try to get more information and an explanation out of her. She didn’t have much of a choice with asking Kate for help, but while the blonde will likely taunt and tease her for the rest of their existence over this, at least she’ll likely keep it to herself. Cleo threw her phone back in her bag, grabbing her bare knees with both hands as she watched the clock on her computer signal it was 9am, the official start of the work day.
Nervously looking around, Cleo could see that her co workers in the office were all focused on their computer screens or on the phone with clients. Sure, some of them were procrastinating on their own phones, but at least that meant that none of them were focused on her. For once, she was glad that her desk was a fairly out of the way, and not right next to the managers bank of desk like she had originally wanted. She opened her emails, seeing one come in from her manager, informing her of her 3 month review that afternoon. Cleo’s heart began to speed up, seeing that she had booked the private conference room for their review. She wasn’t at all concerned about the content of the review, rather the image in her head of her having to walk all the way to the conference room, desperately trying to cover her lower half from all her on looking co workers, only to sit down and have her manager not even mention her exceptional performance, and just focus on her lack of pants.
“Oh! Gosh…!” Cleo nervously shifted in her chair, back going stiff and her toes curling into the carpet once again as she felt a strange tremor erupt from her lower body. It seemed to be directly originating from… oh gosh… from her pussy! Cleo’s adorable face scrunched up, as she lamentably looked down to her uncovered crotch, her eyes seeing her curly bush, and beyond that her labia. Something was unusual though; she noted her lips were puffy and… wet?
No.
Beginning to panic, and feeling another tremor at the revelation, Cleo looked around her desk desperately for something to cover her privates with. She needed to get to the bathroom now, and she couldn’t just stand up in the middle of the office while bottomless to make her way there. The second entrance to the office was the door closest to her, so she wouldn’t have to go past everyone, but still, she needed cover for her quick journey.
“Come on, come on!” Rummaging through her desk, Cleo found nothing that would be suitable for covering her lower half in any meaningful fashion. Her panic from finding out her… situation, regarding her body’s reaction to the prolonged partial nudity wasn’t helping. She needed to get out of the office, she needed to sort this, now.
Finally grabbing a block of A4 file paper, the buxom brunette groaned, knowing she didn’t have a better choice. Looking out over the full open plan office, she grabbed two pieces of paper, standing up from her desk, but still hunched over, feeling the carpet tickling her bare feet, and placing one piece of paper over her crotch, covering her bush from view, and the other against her lovely ass, barely managing to cover anything worthwhile.
Heart pounding in her chest, and feeling her entire head burning with embarrassment and shame, Cleo kept her eyes fixated on the rest of the office, carefully shuffling her way towards the door to the elevator lobby, silently praying to God that no one was out there, ready to catch her in her current state. The bottomless beauty could feel her mouth getting dry, her tummy giving conflicting feelings of having her stomach drop, and some twisted pleasure that she did not want to acknowledge, her beautiful brown eyes still scanning for any heads looking her way, thankfully seeing all her co workers still glued to their screens, feeling her butt hit the door, almost making her jump as she realised she was at the exit!
Pushing backwards, opening the door with her toned ass, the bottomless girl, repositioned her two pieces of covering, quickly scanning the elevator lobby once she was through the doors, letting out a sigh of relief upon finding it to be empty. Not wasting any time, her hands sprawled across the paper covering her lady bits, Cleo made her way towards the door to the women’s restroom, the dread of having to face what was happening to her returning as she uncovered her crotch to reach for the door to the bathroom.
Poking her head into the women’s room, the brunette was happy to find that it too was empty. She supposed it was a little early in the day for anyone to need to go yet, which was lucky for her. Cleo, made a beeline for one of the stalls, shivering at the feeling of her bare feet on the tiles of the bathroom, the light breeze of the air conditioning rolling past the skin of her exposed lower half making her let out a little groan. She immediately stopped herself.
“No! I shouldn’t be having these feelings! I’m a good girl! Good girls don’t…” She tried to reason with herself upon entering the stall, uncovering her bits from the pieces of paper and stopped dead in her tracks.
The piece of paper that was covering her pussy was wet!
Cleo was beginning to panic now, looking down at her crotch past her bush. Her labia she found to be engorged and her clitoris she could see poking out, clearly erect and… and throbbing, moisture leaking out from her bare pussy. This couldn’t be right! She had never even touched down there! That was a sin in the eyes of the lord! And now she was off the walls aroused from being completely bottomless!
“It’s… it’s nothing. Just ignore it Cleo, and then it’ll go away!” She reasoned with herself, pulling at the toilet paper, carefully using it to clean the wetness off her pussy, being extra careful not to exacerbate any of the arousal she was feeling in the process. Despite being so careful, the situation was just getting her hornier, she could feel it in her tummy. Her nipples were poking into her bra, only adding physical stimulation to the feeling her nudity was overwhelming her with. Once satisfied she was as clean as she was going to be. Cleo discarded of the toilet paper, as well as the now wet piece of paper, leaving herself only one.
“Kate will be here soon. Just keep it together girl. Ignore those thoughts.” Cleo kept repeating to herself in her mind, moving to leave the stall she was currently standing in, one remaining piece of paper in hand. Just as the brunette had the door unlatched, she jumped at hearing the door to the women’s room opening, immediately relatching the door at the sound of someone else entering.
Frozen in fear, Cleo could faintly hear whoever had entered the bathroom enter the stall next to her. She was torn between staying put until the mystery person left, or leaving now while they were also in a stall. The air in the bathroom was silent, and the quivering brunette couldn’t help but rub her thighs together, shockwaves of adrenaline and… another feeling she would rather not address, running up her entire body. Talking a deep breath, the innocent girl decided she needed to get back to the relative safety of her desk, that staying here any longer would just raise suspicion, and God forbid anyone was looking for her right now! Standing at her desk, waiting for her to return. Every second she stood here, raised the chances of that happening!
In contrast to the slow and careful method she had used to first enter the bathroom, the bottomless brunette resolved that her exit would be a lot more swift. Her remaining piece of paper in hand to cover her bush, Cleo once again unlatched the door, quickly making her way out of stall, not even checking to see if the person who had entered was leaving the stall, and barrelled through the door to the elevator lobby, giving whoever may have been behind her and unrestricted view of her bare ass as she went.
Standing once again in the elevator lobby, the bottomless beauty wasted no time even looking around for potential onlookers, all throughs of preserving her modesty going out the window as she immediately moved for the door to the office, her heart threating to beat out of her chest, and her body feeling hot and sticky, with sweat, goosebumps and unwanted arousal welling up as she went. Upon reaching the door to the office, a modicum of sense returned to her, though not enough to make her want to return to the slow and steady pace she had before, only enough for her to stop for a second and do a quick visual check that she had a clear shot to her desk. Upon confirmation, the buxom brunette pushed through the door to the office, doing a combination of a power walk and a jog to her desk, her back straight and posture proper, as if she was completely unaware that the only covering for her lower half was a single piece of file paper!
Cleo let out a groan as she sat down at her desk, pulling herself close to the desk once again to hide her lower half, and immediately put her head in her folded arms on her desk, the entire experience having all the nerves in her body on overdrive, her breathing uneven and laboured at what she had just accomplished. She removed her glasses, fogged up form her embarrassing romp and gave them a quick rub with the hem of her shirt underneath the desk, placing them back on and taking another look out over the floor, all sense now returning to her. Why had she done that?! That was so needlessly risky! Had anyone seen her? Everyone seemed to still be focused on their computer screens, so she had that going for her at least. The heat from earlier intensified, and she shivered at a thought that had entered her mind.
Was it possible that she was a lot less careful on the return journey because she wanted to be seen? No, that couldn’t be it, she just needed to get her work done, that was all! She was a good girl. She didn’t want to show off her body, and she definitely didn’t get some sort of sexual gratification from it! Cleo groaned again. Her mind was a mess of thoughts that she didn’t quite understand, and the stress from this current situation was not helping her make sense of any of it. Elbows on the desk, the pious girls head returned to her hands, feeling the warmth radiating from her cheeks as she only hoped that Kate’s train was early for once…
Taking a deep breath and steadying herself, Cleo grabbed the piece of paper still covering her crotch. She almost let out a yell in frustration at seeing it also stained with the moisture emanating from her crotch, a quick look confirming to her that all the work she had done cleaning up in the bathroom had just been undone, and she was very much ‘leaking’ again. Gosh, she hoped she wouldn’t stain the chair. Why was this happening to her. Crumpling the paper up and throwing it back down on her desk, the bottomless girl resolved herself to return her eyes to her computer screen. The only thing she could do now was focus on her work, and hope that made the time until Kate arrived fly by quicker. Cleo sighed, opening her email, butt shifting on the chair as her uncomfortable arousal seemed to be getting worse…
“Just. Focus. Ok, Emma wants… oh gosh…” Cleo almost felt like crying at reading the most recent email on her screen. Emma Collins, her temporary manager for the day wanted to have a meeting with her in the conference room. Cleo struggled to read the reasoning behind the meeting, the only thought in her head being how the hell was she going to walk all the way to the conference room, and sit through a whole meeting completely bottomless? Cleo unconsciously crossed her legs under the desk, one hand tugging at the light blue blouse in a vein attempt to stretch it enough to cover her pussy. What, was she going to sit and talk about her performance with her pussy and ass exposed on the chair? The conference room was all glass windows too, reaching from the ground to the ceiling, meaning the whole office would be able to see her very much pants-less state!
“Everything alright Cleo?” The brunettes heart dropped, and she jumped in her seat for the hundredth time that day at hearing a voice next to her desk. Cleo turned in a panic to see her co-worker Helen standing there, giving her a concerned look. She pulled herself even closer to her desk if possible, praying like she never had before that Helen hadn’t seen anything.
“Ye… yes! I’m fine Helen, it’s just…” Cleo found her mouth dry, and her mind blank. Her body was on fire, and she could feel her lady part… well… throbbing, at the thought of having a conversation with the older blonde while completely bottomless!
“I just came over to say thanks for the quick response on that report this morning! I can always count on you for punctual and outstanding work!” Helen’s words of encouragement did nothing to calm down Cleo. Her panic at being seen may be steadily declining, but her lady parts were begging for attention. The bottomless brunette shifted nervously in her seat as Helen asked, “Everything ok?”
“F… fine.. it’s just…” Cleo was breathlessly struggling to get the words out, her hands inching closer to her lady parts before she stopped herself, “No touching!” She thought, still doing her best to keep eye contact with the taller blonde in front of her, “It’s a sin! It’s a sinnnn!” The slowly moved her hands back on to the desk so as not to be tempted, her pussy throbbing with desire and leaking lewd evidence of her arousal on to her office chair, “Emma want’s a meeting… I’m really busy…”
“Just tell her that!” Helen exclaimed, giving the younger brunette a reassuring pat on the shoulder, “Emma will understand, especially with all the work you do! Let me know what she says, I’ll put in a good word for you!”
Cleo let out a fake laugh, smiling at Helen as the blonde walked away to return to her own desk. Cleo put her head on the desk once again, regaining her breath, and trying to will her body to calm itself down. She was going to be saying Hail Mary’s until the cows come home to make up for this, her shameful arousal tarnishing her good girl reputation in the eyes of the lord. The bottomless girl hit ‘reply’ on the email to Emma, asking her temporary boss for a few more hours until they do the meeting, before pulling out her phone to check in with Kate. She was surprised to find it had been almost 90 minutes since she last texted her blonde friend. Surely she would be here soon?”
“Kate, give me an update, please?!”
She nervously watched the screen, hoping and praying that Kate was at the door to the building, or on her way up in the elevator, or something! Finally a reply came…
“On the train. One station away. 10 minutes at max.”
Cleo’s hands shook as she read the message. 10 minutes. She just had to last another 10 minutes and then she could have cover for her lower half again. Then she could get back to work, and pretend that the last 2 hours never happened. She was in the home stretch. She just had to sit here and hope no one else came over to her desk in that time. And that Emma would postpone the meeting.
“Cleo.”
The brunette actually gasped, looking up from her phone to see Emma herself standing next to her desk, the shorter brunette looking down at her. Cleo was frozen, feeling her arousal beginning to swell once again. Emma tutted, shaking her head.
“I can clearly see you’re too busy for a meeting…” Emma snarked, motioning to Cleo’s phone. Cleo’s face went redder if that was even possible, returning the device to her bag. Emma sighed, pulling a chair over and sitting on the other side of the shredder, her face only a foot or so from Cleo’s. “I’ll overlook that just this once. It’s your 3-month review. This should only take a few minutes, let’s just have an informal one here since we’re both clearly busy…”
By the time the words had even registered in her brain, Emma had already started going over her performance, leaving Cleo no chance to protest or beg for the meeting to be pushed back, not that she felt she could even for a coherent sentence at that point. She uncrossed her legs from beneath the desk, the pressure building in her tummy reaching a point higher than she ever thought possible as Emma continued on.
The next few minutes were a blur for Cleo as Emma dissected her work ethic and productivity. Cleo’s breathing was uneven, her face beet red and sweaty as Emma read off the piece of paper in front of her. Something was building inside Cleo, something she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop. Emma looked up, seeing Cleo’s eyes screwed shut beneath her glasses, her own eyes narrowing.
“I know you’re nervous, but this is the good stuff… Are you even listening to what I’ve been saying?”
Cleo could feel her pussy contracting, pure pleasure beginning to well up in her body. She had never once experienced this and she knew It was sinful in the eyes of the lord. Her hands were in a death grip on the edges of her desk, her knuckles white as her body stared spasming. She managed to mutter out a “Continue…” To Emma. The brunette to her credit, didn’t address the freaking out Cleo, and did just that.
“Ok, so now for the things to work on…”
“Oh God!” Cleo yelled, making more than a few eyes in the office look over at her. The bottomless girl spasmed in her seat, feeling her virgin pussy contract around nothing, her clit almost vibrating as she experienced her first ever orgasm, right there in the middle of her office. Her eyes rolled back, and her hips began humping the air beneath her desk as Emma looked on, still oblivious to the true cause of the girls’ actions.
“Ok, we’ll take a break. Do the wrap up after lunch.” The brunette grabbed her papers, in a rare moment of pity deciding to let the obviously nervous Cleo calm down for a bit. Cleo in reality, was experiencing pure bliss, her body still occasionally shaking with the aftershocks of her hands free orgasm, as Emma got up and walked back to her desk, leaving the religious brunette to her post orgasm tremors.
Had Cleo been in the right frame of mind, she would have been utterly humiliated. She would have been praying to her lord for forgiveness. She would have been crying like a child at the unfairness of what happened to her. But right now, all she felt was the pure pleasure of her first ever orgasm wash over her, stirring up more feelings in the blushing brunette, a dumb smile plastered on her face.
“Are you ok?” For the first time today, Cleo didn’t jump upon hearing the person next to her, turning her head to see Kate standing there, a plastic bag in hand with what she can only assume were the requested items of clothing. Cleo swallowed, nodding as she took hold of the bag, thankful for the cover her friend had brought her. She knew Kate would want all the details about what had been going on. And weirdly enough, she was eager to share them…