Still on the raised platform, and in full sight of everyone, she unpinned and pulled the lower end of the sash away from herself and asked the board president to hold that end. Smiling, she slowly rotated herself, thereby unwinding the sash. With each turn, another twenty centimeters or so of her legs and thighs were revealed, and as the remaining fabric rose higher George waited for the g-string or maybe the adhesive strip to come into view. He saw first her rounded bottom, then her bare hips, but then as she completed the next rotation he was shocked to see her bare labia come into view, then the next time around her whole ass and then the neatly trimmed bush above her bare and slightly open slit, and on the next rotation he could just discern the tip of her clitoris. By now, everyone was aware of what was going on, half of them applauded wildly and the rest just gaped, unbelieving. Tatiana was naked from the waist down. George thought maybe the adhesive strip had fallen off and that his wife didn’t realise that her bare opening was exposed and at eye level to everyone in the room. Twatiana indeed! But, she was smiling broadly, completely in control of the continuing and very public baring of her body.
It was only then that George realised that those undergarments, abbreviated as they were, were a ruse so that he too would receive a surprise! If the joke was on him, he was enjoying it!
A few turns later the lower half of each breast came into view, next time around the nipples, and finally the whole of her bare breasts–no pasties! The board president was left gasping, holding all of what she’d been wearing, while Tatiana stood proudly, wearing nothing except her high heels and her smile. That’s when she raised her arms in triumph and called out “Let’s party!” Of course, raising her arms thrust her chest forward, emphasising the visual availability of her bare nipples.
Gradually yielding to her exhibitionist instincts, she boldly paraded to the other end of the raised platform, descended the steps to the floor and spent the next half hour mingling amongst her colleagues. Totally nude. Instead of the pasties, there were her nipples, pointing straight ahead, dark against the light skin of her fully displayed naked breasts. And instead of the g-string or even the modesty patch, the smooth lips of her pussy glistened, parted just enough to reveal the tip of her mischievous little clitoris, demurely peeking out from under its hood.
She could feel the breeze from the air conditioning vents wafting across her exposed nipples and clitoris. Her excitement was mounting, but she carried on, joking and laughing and engaging in conversation as though both her nudity and her sexual excitement were normal. For her, it was normal, just not in this context. If anyone disapproved, whom would they complain to? As Director, she was the boss here! Further, the board president couldn’t say anything, because he was the one who had unwittingly disrobed her!
She felt no shame or humiliation, only the sense of power by being the only one naked in this room full of clothed acquaintances. What she did feel was the warm fluid forming a glistening sheen between her legs, and how slippery her bare thighs felt as she moved around the room.
As she made her way amongst the various small groups, any previous conversation quickly turned to Tatiana’s nakedness, to how comfortable she felt being naked among her coworkers, and to how couageous she must be to be doing this for them. Even the women complimented her on her pert nipples and attractively groomed pubic hair, but mostly they voiced envy for her bravery. The men raved about how attractive the whole package was, and just stared unashamedly at her various bits. One fellow thought he might seem crude by having mentioned the quite visible slick between her legs, but before he could apologise she quickly put all at ease by cheerily pointing out the source of the fluid, and offered her own apology for becoming so aroused when she hadn’t intended to do so. She suspected then verified that they could smell her arousal as well as see it. She had planned to be naked, but really hadn’t planned on sending sexual signals.
She tried to explain the difference between being an exhibitionist and being provocative, but realised she wasn’t convincing anyone.
She told those around her: “Usually when I’m naked it’s not a sex thing. But tonight for some reason, maybe it’s because I know each of you and I know how you’ve heard the stories of my going naked and were wondering what I look like without my clothes. Well, right now certain parts of my body that I can’t control are just getting carried away and revealing how sexy I’m feeling. Maybe because I’m the only naked person here, but it’s really put me on a very pleasant and exciting edge of something. I feel like my clit is about to explode, and in fact look here and you can see that it’s sticking out all by itself. I’ve never seen it so exposed before.”
Now in full exhibitionist mode, she called across the room to her husband: “George, please come over here and tell us if you’ve ever before seen my clit out this far. Maybe we’d better get home soon, or at least to the car, before I do something I don’t want my friends here to see me doing.”
Once the question about her clit was settled, she quickly made the rounds to bid everyone goodnight and farewell, then, still naked, she headed toward the door. She asked her husband to collect her jacket, which she placed around her shoulders. It came down only to her waist, so several of the others, both male and female, formed a protective phalanx around her for the walk to the parking garage. As she swung her parted legs into the car, she made sure they all got a long, memorable farewell view of the real Twatiana.