Long story. Back in 1994 I worked in a huge call centre in London. It was December, it was a girl I lusted after’s birthday and there was a small party for her after hours. I had some overtime scheduled but still had a few beers. The party wound down, everyone left but not before I got a lovely goodnight kiss from the party girl. The office was empty, the main lights were off, just a few desk lights, I don’t know where the thought came from but I decided to take all my clothes off. Bear in mind I was a lot younger and thinner! There was a smart dress code for the office and the men all had to wear suits. My jacket was off anyway, so I undid my tie and threw it across the room…I unbuttoned my shirt, slipped it off my shoulders and threw it as far as I could. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my socks…then unbuttoned my suit trousers. I slid them off and screwed them in a ball and threw the away. I was just in my underwear…and off they came. Utterly naked. I still had a tan from my summer holiday and I sat nude at my desk, feet up, exhilerated and heart racing. I didn’t need viagra in those days! I wished the birthday girl would come back but she didn’t. After a while, I had to walk around the vast office still nude trying to find all my clothes…that was fun! Did I do any work? No. Did I ever do it again? Sadly no…but I remember it fondly! And @paul gets to strip nude in the office everyday?! I’m jealous!!
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