Day off today after working the weekend.
The next part of my birthday celebrations. I arrived back at work and went to the preparation room to restock my boxes as required. Carol my best friend was waiting for me and quickly ushered me out into the store cupboard where we where joined by five other colleagues.
"Okay birthday girl lets see what a 40 year old suit looks like" carol said.
There not much point protesting and trying to escape they'd just strip me anyway. There are two of the team which like that but its not my thing.
I slipped off my shoes and removed my jacket.
"You've been to a careers day with all those young hormonal men about like that" Sue said.
"The bosses idea" I said.
The cotton blouse rubbing on my nipples had made quite a sight.
I pulled the blouse from my skirt and began unbuttoning it the crowd starting with the stripper. The few buttons where soon undone and my love firm well cared for breasts came into show. I past my blouse to carol who had taken hold of my jacket.
I then unbuttoned my skirt button at its rear and undid the zip. I used my hands at my side to get it down my hips and tights. My black bush coming into show. "Still not matching I see" said Carol. Remember I have a blonde top.
The skirt dropped to the floor and I stepped out. I placed my hands on my head and gave a little twirl. Carol coughed and looked down at my legs. The self-supports didn't hide anything but the rules required total nudity. I stepped one foot at a time onto the racks and rolled down and off my nylons. carol had picked up my skirt now she took my nylons. I was made to another few twirls and then carol hit me with the shock.
"The boss wants you like that in her office" carol said. I huffed and scowled.
"You can do it Karen, with your hands on your head" Liz said all the rest laughing. They all moved off out of the store room after ensuring my hands where on my head. Carol thoughtfully propped open the door with its wedge for when we where shifting large boxes.
I breathed deeply a few times before walking the short distance to the open door and stood at the threshold for a few seconds before stepping into the corridor. The store room was the last door on the left from the main door and the managers office was the first on the left. About 80 feet. The corridor at the store cupboard end ended with a fire escape door with a small square glass window in it. The window looked out on the rear stairs down to the car park. Across the landing was another office belonging to a charity. They used the back stairs so there was potential to be seen. Well my bottom.
Facing me was the real danger. A double door. The left (as I looked at it, right as you entered) door was permanently locked and had upper and lower panes of glass which you could see out on to the stairs and the full glass front wall of the building and through that to the front car park, road, and rail track. Although I was sure people at a distance couldn't see in it give you the sense of being totally exposed. The other door which opened to allow people in and out was wood panel bottom with glass panel top. This allowed when you got close a good view of reception down below. We knew from previous pranks and dares that your breasts could be clearly seen if you got two close. I wasn't planing to get to close ducking into the bosses office at the last moment.
I walked up the corridor with various staff hanging out of various office doors watching my progress. They started the chant "Streaker" "Streaker" which made me pick up my speed a little which was difficult with hands on head. I darted into the bosses office her secretary waiting to get a eyeful of me.
She looked me up and down.
"Can I go in" I asked.
"No she is on the phone, she said for you to wait. have a seat" the secretary said.
I sat down without thinking. The boss loved this scenario. You doing something normal naked. I could hear her on the phone with the main office checking on a delivery. She finished after about three minutes. Three minutes of hell for me because like with the walk although we don't get many visitors we do get them often very unannounced.
The buzzer went and she called me in.
I entered naked hands on head after opening the door. The boss looked me up and down. Then said.
"The new eyelash treatment is in at last. Would you and carol go and get it please" the boss said.
I jokingly said then wished I hadn't, "What like this?".
The boss looked and smiled. "That's much better than my idea but I can't afford to lose one of my best demonstrators".
We both chuckled.
"My secretary as some clothes for you. You can get the stock in them". The boss said.
I turned to leave to see the secretary. "Your arse is getting fatter" the boss said. "It's still not as fat as yours" I retorted. One of the issues of getting older is that parts of you do fill out even if you manage to do it elegantly.
I re-entered the outer office. The boss says you have something for me" I said.
"Yes hung up behind the door" I went to the open door which led to the corridor and closed it slightly to take down the hanging garments. A uniform, not mine. My shoes I had noticed where at the foot of the filing cabinet.
The next part of my birthday celebrations. I arrived back at work and went to the preparation room to restock my boxes as required. Carol my best friend was waiting for me and quickly ushered me out into the store cupboard where we where joined by five other colleagues.
"Okay birthday girl lets see what a 40 year old suit looks like" carol said.
There not much point protesting and trying to escape they'd just strip me anyway. There are two of the team which like that but its not my thing.
I slipped off my shoes and removed my jacket.
"You've been to a careers day with all those young hormonal men about like that" Sue said.
"The bosses idea" I said.
The cotton blouse rubbing on my nipples had made quite a sight.
I pulled the blouse from my skirt and began unbuttoning it the crowd starting with the stripper. The few buttons where soon undone and my love firm well cared for breasts came into show. I past my blouse to carol who had taken hold of my jacket.
I then unbuttoned my skirt button at its rear and undid the zip. I used my hands at my side to get it down my hips and tights. My black bush coming into show. "Still not matching I see" said Carol. Remember I have a blonde top.
The skirt dropped to the floor and I stepped out. I placed my hands on my head and gave a little twirl. Carol coughed and looked down at my legs. The self-supports didn't hide anything but the rules required total nudity. I stepped one foot at a time onto the racks and rolled down and off my nylons. carol had picked up my skirt now she took my nylons. I was made to another few twirls and then carol hit me with the shock.
"The boss wants you like that in her office" carol said. I huffed and scowled.
"You can do it Karen, with your hands on your head" Liz said all the rest laughing. They all moved off out of the store room after ensuring my hands where on my head. Carol thoughtfully propped open the door with its wedge for when we where shifting large boxes.
I breathed deeply a few times before walking the short distance to the open door and stood at the threshold for a few seconds before stepping into the corridor. The store room was the last door on the left from the main door and the managers office was the first on the left. About 80 feet. The corridor at the store cupboard end ended with a fire escape door with a small square glass window in it. The window looked out on the rear stairs down to the car park. Across the landing was another office belonging to a charity. They used the back stairs so there was potential to be seen. Well my bottom.
Facing me was the real danger. A double door. The left (as I looked at it, right as you entered) door was permanently locked and had upper and lower panes of glass which you could see out on to the stairs and the full glass front wall of the building and through that to the front car park, road, and rail track. Although I was sure people at a distance couldn't see in it give you the sense of being totally exposed. The other door which opened to allow people in and out was wood panel bottom with glass panel top. This allowed when you got close a good view of reception down below. We knew from previous pranks and dares that your breasts could be clearly seen if you got two close. I wasn't planing to get to close ducking into the bosses office at the last moment.
I walked up the corridor with various staff hanging out of various office doors watching my progress. They started the chant "Streaker" "Streaker" which made me pick up my speed a little which was difficult with hands on head. I darted into the bosses office her secretary waiting to get a eyeful of me.
She looked me up and down.
"Can I go in" I asked.
"No she is on the phone, she said for you to wait. have a seat" the secretary said.
I sat down without thinking. The boss loved this scenario. You doing something normal naked. I could hear her on the phone with the main office checking on a delivery. She finished after about three minutes. Three minutes of hell for me because like with the walk although we don't get many visitors we do get them often very unannounced.
The buzzer went and she called me in.
I entered naked hands on head after opening the door. The boss looked me up and down. Then said.
"The new eyelash treatment is in at last. Would you and carol go and get it please" the boss said.
I jokingly said then wished I hadn't, "What like this?".
The boss looked and smiled. "That's much better than my idea but I can't afford to lose one of my best demonstrators".
We both chuckled.
"My secretary as some clothes for you. You can get the stock in them". The boss said.
I turned to leave to see the secretary. "Your arse is getting fatter" the boss said. "It's still not as fat as yours" I retorted. One of the issues of getting older is that parts of you do fill out even if you manage to do it elegantly.
I re-entered the outer office. The boss says you have something for me" I said.
"Yes hung up behind the door" I went to the open door which led to the corridor and closed it slightly to take down the hanging garments. A uniform, not mine. My shoes I had noticed where at the foot of the filing cabinet.
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