The other night I had to work late, to finish a report in time for a meeting the next morning. It's not unusual for me to still be at work long after everyone else has gone home, and I always find it easier to concentrate when I have the office to myself. It had been a long day, I was tired, and my feet were sore from having been on them for most of the day.

I sat at my desk typing, concentrating on the report, and thinking about a hundred other jobs still to do. It felt like my eyes were being sucked out of my head as I stared into my computer screen. The hours passed by so quickly, it was already dark outside and cold winter rain lashed against the window. I knew I had several hours of work left to do and my body ached with tiredness. I kicked off my shoes and stretched my feet. The freedom from my shoes felt good and my tired feet seemed to relax as I rubbed them against the side of my desk.

It seemed like all of my clothing had become tight during the day and I felt the need to loosen my clothes to allow my body to breathe. As I sat back to read what I had just typed I stretched and unfastened a few buttons on my cotton blouse. I could feel that I had been getting tense, and loosening my clothing helped me to relax. I continued typing but it wasn't long before I started playing with the buttons on my blouse again. What did it matter? There was nobody else in the building but me. Soon all of my buttons were unfastened and my blouse hung open. That was much better and I typed another paragraph.

The effect was quite stimulating. I'm normally quite fussy about the way I dress for work, especially as I spend hours in meetings with management and clients. Now I was alone and could dress however I liked, but still being in the office it felt weird. I found myself dwelling on this thought and wanting to test myself in some way, to dare myself to do something stupid, a challenge to relieve the boredom and monotony of having to work so late at night. So I told myself that at the end of the next section of this report I would reward myself by slipping out of my blouse altogether.

It felt so good, and did wonders for relieving the stress of work. I placed the blouse over the back of my chair and rubbed my eyes. A little rest, a yawn and a stretch and I continued with the next section of the report. Working in just my bra and skirt felt so naughty. What would my colleagues give to see me working like this. I smiled to myself as I worked trying to picture their shocked faces. I promised myself another reward at the end of the next section. My skirt was feeling tight, it would have to be loosened. I could hardly wait.

As I typed the last few sentences of that section, my hand was already unfastening the zip at the back of my skirt. I needed a break from typing. My reward this time would involve a little walk around the office to stretch my legs. As I rose from my chair I let my skirt fall to my feet and I was soon putting it over the back of the chair along with my blouse, leaving me in just my underwear. I wandered over to the opposite side of the office and looked through some papers that I hadn't put away from earlier.

I hadn't planned to take off any more clothing. The freedom of wandering around the office in my underwear and the extra sensations of air on my skin helped to relieve my stress and anxiety completely. But there were new feelings arousing, and my body seemed to be enjoying my sudden rebellion against clothing, and the fact that I was doing it at work, in an office normally staffed by a dozen of my colleagues made the experience all the more exciting.

I vowed to finish the report completely, but promised myself my most daring reward yet, full nudity. On completion of the report I would remove even my panties and bra, and indulge my body by being completely naked at my desk for a few minutes before going home for some much needed sleep. The thought alone helped me through those last paragraphs. I was typing faster than ever, laughing inwardly to myself at the sheer childishness of what I was doing. Sitting at my desk typing in my bra and panties, with no sense of embarrassment and no fear of getting caught.

I saved the document for the last time and read through it to check for mistakes. I'd almost finished. A couple of corrections and it was time to print it. I went over to the printer on the other side of the office and fed it some paper. Checking that everything was in order with the printer I returned to my desk and told the computer to print. My report was done. The printer came to life and started chattering to itself. My bra came off and I dropped my panties. Draping my bra over my computer screen I hung my panties over my desk lamp, leaned back in my chair and put my feet up on the desk as I waited for the report to print.

Bliss.

The printer took forever. I closed my eyes and rested. But I was no longer tired. I was naked and excited but not tired. I began to pace around the office and wandered out into the corridor. The other offices were empty and in darkness. The only light, other than what spilled out from my office, was coming from a vending machine at the far end of the corridor next to the stairs. Yes, I needed a drink. I collected my purse from my desk and walked out into the corridor. I almost felt like running but forced myself to walk slowly and casually, past the empty offices to the drinks machine which sat glowing in a corner. I inserted some coins and it started to hum.

Hot coffee, extra sweet, with milk, poured into the plastic cup that had been ejected seconds earlier. It sat steaming as the last drips settled. The machine stopped humming and I could hear the printer in my office at the other end of the corridor. The feeling was surreal. My clothes were all in that office with the printer. I was naked in the corridor pouring myself a coffee, and everyone else had gone home hours ago.

I took my coffee and sipped it gently. Ouch, it was hot! I carried it slowly back to my desk trying not to burn my fingers on the cup or spill any of the drink. I arrived back in time to see the last of the pages being printed, so I collected them up and returned to my desk to sort them and bind them together.

It was time to go home, but I knew that my boss would be in early next morning, before I would arrive. I should put the report on his desk, I thought, so that he can read it before the meeting. Should I get dressed? My boss has an office on the floor above mine. I considered the possibility. The building was deserted. I'd already been as far as the coffee machine. Going up to the next floor would not be much further, but leaving my clothes here would add to the excitement. Who would ever know?

I set off for the sixth floor clutching my freshly printed report. Past the drinks machine again and up the stairs. The sixth floor was almost completely dark except for the emergency lighting, glowing on reduced power. It was so weird walking through normally busy corridors and offices, completely naked and in such dim light.

I even knocked on his door, out of habit, before pushing it open and setting the report on the desk. I stayed for a moment savouring the experience and looking around. I couldn't resist sitting in his chair for a while and spinning it around like a child (who can say that they've done that?). I went over to the window and looked out at the traffic in the wet street below before leaving the office and heading back to my own office and my clothes. Soon I would be another weary soul, wandering through those dark, wet streets below, making her way home in the rain. But my head was buzzing with the thrill of my adventure, my late night secret.

Going back to work the next day and remembering my antics of the night before, was a horrifying experience. I was terrified that someone would say something to me about it. If my boss knew I had been naked in his office....

Linda x:o)