AUTHOR = Karl P. Dahl
E-MAIL = kpdahl@excite.com
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1.
Her favorite lunch break place was situated in the nearby Rosby 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, especially one time. She had come to the bush formation from behind for once because her favorite 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 around 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 the boy paused their kissing for opening up more buttons on the girl's blouse could Cat quietly take a few steps 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 the 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 girl's breasts and pinched her nipples. At that, she had arched herself back, which had caused the blouse to fall off her shoulders and therefore giving 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 unnoticing 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).
2.
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 realized 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 were 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 marvelous! 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.
She 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 a figure stood before her. The person in front of her was a shock to see after those pleasant dreams: clothed in old dirty clothes with more holes in them than she could count, her hair light brownish but darkened and disarrayed by dirt, and an unfriendly, unwashed face. Her shoes were much too big for her and had holes in front as well, the stench from her could be felt even from Cat's distance; apparently she was a poor, homeless person who had used the bushes behind for cover. Perhaps this wasn't Cat's own private little hideout, after all.
"Say, you huven't gotta dolla' to...." she started before ending mid-sentence as she squinted and took a deeper look on Catherine. She looked a bit puzzled on the well-dressed woman in front of her before displaying a narrow, uneven smile. "What have we got here, then? Some kind of park flasher?"
First, Catherine couldn't say a word. She could only made herself stand up in front of the beggar. The situation was discomforting to say the least, standing partly undressed in a park at lunch time in front of what seemed to be an unfriendly homeless. She restrained herself to regain balance.
"Look, I...." she began before she had to clear her throat. "I-I'm sorry, but I don't have any money with me." That was a lie as usual. She liked buying things with cash and had some in her purse, but she never gave money to beggars out of principle.
The woman first produced the usual disappointed look, but suddenly smiled again. "Well, that's alright of course, I can understand if someone like you doesn't want to give money to people like us. But because of the situation, wouldn't you consider giving something else to a poor lonely soul?"
Cat stood puzzled. What was the woman meaning? She had nothing else to give. When nothing happened for a second or two, the beggar sprang to life with a sudden quickness Cat never would have guessed could dome from a person like that. She glimpsed something shiny coming out of the woman's pocket before she rushed around the bench and suddenly stood behind her. Cat felt something cold and sharp against the side of her throat and a hand take hold of her hair.
"OK, you don't seem to get it, so I'll have to spell it out for you," the woman blurted. "Since ya're so keen on removing your clothes, why dun't ya giv'em to me?"
That got Cat even more stunned. What was that creature meaning? She breathed in deeply in shock, but couldn't do much more.
"Of' with yer dress!" the woman behind her shouted, and Cat felt a gust of bad breath reach her nostrils. That, and what evidently was a knife 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, "Throw 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 off her shoulders and threw it on top of her skirt 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 a bit more flashing than she had been prepared for! She felt color 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 off 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-suit, 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, and she glimpsed the woman bending down to grab her clothes. With the knife still at her throat, there was nothing she dared to do.
"Excellent! Now I'm off!" the woman laughed as she let the knife go and rushed in 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 Rosby Park 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.
3.
But that, she couldn't do all day. She would have to do something. But what? 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 show 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 exhaustion. 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 come 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 try to pretend everything was 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 look 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.
4.
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 thought. She was talking in the phone as Catherine got hold of herself and walked 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 doesn't see all of me,' Cat thought.
The receptionist got hold of herself 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 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 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 here 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 dialed 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 in 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 Cat's breasts. "And why the hell aren't you wearing any clothes?!" he shouted then.
'That was loud enough for anyone up to the third floor to hear,' Cat thought before she answered. "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, "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.
Soon enough, Ron had let her in and they were standing in the elevator. Ron couldn't help looking, and Cat stopped bothering at about the 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.
They got of at the ninth 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. "Cat! 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 about to leave as we speak." Ron's eyes stared at her breasts as he finished, "You'll have to come... as you are!"
5.
She stared in disbelief at her boss. Was she supposed to do her presentation naked?! But he wouldn't bulge, she realized only a second later. "Cat, if we loose this...." he started, but it wasn't necessary.
Cat had already gotten it: either this or the company would be at the end of the rope. 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 market trend 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 wants 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 Linda 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. Only when her breast touched his ear did she think about how she was standing, and got up. Her presentation was, of course, a success. The Japanese applauded, and seemed very pleased at the end, as she and Ron stood in the corridor, and shook hands as goodbye. She even heard that one of the high among them more or less said that the business was done.
Everyone was smiling as they left for the elevator, even the rest of the office, who also watched them leave from the corridor (and Cat). With everything wrapped up, Cat walked 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, she 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 but fall back into her chair, completely exhausted.
Her thoughts swam around. 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. Soon, she took hold of herself by reevaluating the day step by step.
She only got to where she had finished stripping before she realized how sexually pleasing this day actually had been, and started getting aroused. Still completely naked in her office chair, she started unconsciously caressing herself. The arousement naturally only got higher by that, and as she remembered being filmed, she put her legs up on the desk to allow herself to caress her inner thighs. 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 looks down in the reception hall, she closed her eyes and started pinching her clitoris. It felt so good. She hadn't done that in years, and now wondered why. Her breathing got heavy and she got close to an orgasm.
At this moment the door opened and Diane, her secretary, looked in. "Catherine, I heard about today and wondered... Oh my God!" she cried as she saw her own boss, stark naked in her chair, with her feet on the desk. One hand caressing her crotch, the other pinched a nipple.
Catherine looked up at Diane and then down on herself and gasped. She had forgotten to close the door to her office completely! Apparently, this day's number of surprises was still counting. She had experienced too much this day to bother anymore though, and besides, she was close to one of her best orgasms of her lifetime.
"Close and lock the door behind you," she said dreamily. And when she saw Diane's light summer dress, and that one of her hands got to her breast, and one to her crotch, she added, "And if you want, you can help me out." She hadn't said on which side of the door Diane was expected to be.
Thankfully, Diane thought a moment and then closed the door behind her. She also had gotten something absentminded in her eyes as she walked towards her boss. When she stood at the side of the chair, she stopped, still not certain what to do.
Catherine didn't let her hand go of her crotch yet, looked up and said, "Take off your dress." Diane took hold of the hem of her dress and quickly drew it over her head. Underneath she had a blue silk bra and fitting panties. "Take off those too," Cat continued.
They both had started breathing more and more heavy, as Diane first unclasped her bra and let her breasts free, and then bent down to let the panties fall. Catherine had never looked at a naked woman as she now was looking at her secretary. 'No,' she corrected herself, 'this is not my secretary, this is my lover.'
And with Diane still half-bent with her panties down at the ankles, Cat gently took hold of her black hair and guided her face down towards her pussy.
THE END
