Working late at the office [F] | 2016

Hello again everyone. I'd meant to save this story for another time, but I may as well tell it now. Hopefully this isn't my best story or it's all downhill from here.

To recap, I'm Crystal, it's just a nickname. I'm about 25, 5'4'', and 140 pounds, and this story happened not too long ago. Just a warning, there's no hard fucking or anything, just a weird pervy little girl and her adventures.

So, this story takes place at work. Details will be light, this is my professional life after all. So I get asked to stay late one day at a small office, but everyone else is out of there by 5PM sharp. Feeling a bit annoyed, I take my time doing my work. If I'm going to be stuck in the office I may as well not stress myself out. At about 6, the silence in the office is deafening, work is going slowly, and I'm wondering where my life went wrong.

Okay, fuck it, I'm working naked. It's the middle of summer and the warmth is too hard to resist. I take everything off and keep it in a neat pile on my desk. A few minutes later, the thrill wears off. A lot of what makes it exciting is the story I make in my head. In order for me to have more fun I need things to look realistic. It doesn't make sense, I know, but it's what happens in my head. My brown lunch sack is still clean, and my outfit today was light (dress, panties, cheap flats, no bra). I stuff everything in the paper bag, and hide it behind my trash can so I can't see it.

Work is still slow. At about 8PM, even the thrill of being naked in the office is not helping, and my eyelids are heavy. I close my laptop and stand up for a little break. I saunter into the break room like I own the joint, and pop open the fridge to see if anyone forgot a soda or something. Wait. What's that? People talking?? BEEP. The fuck, they have a card to the front door? Oh holy mother of shit, it's the cleaning crew. And I'm buck-ass naked in the middle of the break room, now freaking out.

Where do I end up hiding? The roof. Our office was in a converted warehouse, and one of the tiny closets actually has a ladder that goes to a hatch that goes onto the roof. I climb up and close the hatch as quietly as I can. By now I'm shaking a bit from adrenaline and terror, and I take some time to calm down, at which point I realize it's a really comfortable night out, and the stars looked pretty brilliant. I lay on my back and stare at the stars while taking deep breathes, and I guess coming down from the adrenaline, coupled with the long work day, takes its toll because before I know it I'm fast asleep, totally forgetting that I'm hiding naked on the roof from a cleaning crew.

I hear an engine start. I wake up to uncomfortable gravel or whatever the shit it is they pave roofs with (do not sleep there, it is not nice). I groggily remember everything that happened and I look over the side to see the cleaning van leave. Only my car left on the far end of the lot now.

I make my way carefully back to my desk, covered in a thin layer of dirt and feeling stiff and ashamed. I note that my laptop is exactly as I left it, so it's good that they didn't steal that. I move the now empty trashcan aside to retrieve my...fuck. Where are my clothes? I frantically destroy my desk for about a minute until I realize that they must have mistook it for piece of trash that missed the can. It was a wrinkled brown paper bag tossed carelessly behind a trashcan, after all.

Fantastic. It is now 10PM, my clothes are trashed, and I'm stuck at the office naked. And I haven't even finished my fucking assignment for the day.

I take a deep breathe and I know what I have to do. I grab my car keys, and then make my way to the front door. Peering out and making sure nobody is around, I make a mad dash for my car and hop inside. Safety.

Now I just need to get back to my apartment, where my unit is a good 3 floors up and on the other side of the complex from the parking. Yay. I get home, pull into my thankfully secluded parking spot, and weigh my options. I have no extra clothes in the car. I'm not about to call a friend or family member and explain why I need them to bring my clothes. And at about 11PM it's still too busy around the complex for me to feel safe.

I set an alarm on my phone and for the second time tonight I fall into a deep sleep brought on by an adrenaline crash.

The alarm brings me back to life sometime in the early morning. I stretch myself more awake, look around to make sure I'm alone, and prepare for the long trek back to my apartment.

Thankfully for me, and unluckily for you guys reading the story, I do not encounter anyone. I get into my apartment, hop in the shower to wash away the dirt and shame, and collapse into a heap on my bed. I do not go to work the next day.

TL;DR Crystal is not professional at the office.