Santa's Helper Nude at the Party!

This is the second part to the story of my office party story. For the first part, read "Santa’s Naughty Little Helper." We were on our way to a Christmas office party at the place where I used to work. I was to play Santa's helper for half an hour. This was a pretty wild bunch when they got to partying; I had been to a few past office parties with them and I knew they liked to have a good time. A couple of people knew I had done some waitressing and strip-o-grams for hire, so they asked me to play this part and wear "something short and sexy."

If you read the first part, you know we stopped for gas, and just for kicks I stripped out of my costume and pumped the gas in nothing but shoes, scarf and cap, then I walked inside and paid for it and returned to the car. I slipped on my coat, without the rest of the costume. My husband Willy raised his eyebrows.

"I’ve always wondered what it would be like to just turn up nude at a party, haven’t you?” After all my experience appearing nude or seminude when it was expected, plus a few times when it wasn’t, as at the Circle K this evening, I thought I’d push it just a bit farther. What would happen if I turned up that way at a party, in front of several people I knew and had worked with, both men and women? “Besides, we’re moving away soon. Might as well give ‘em something to remember me by!”

Santa, a guy we knew fairly well, greeted us with a “Ho, ho, ho!” and a wink. “Chrissy,” a woman we knew, came out and said, “Hi Don, Cindy. We’re ready for you.”

Santa threw his bag over his shoulder, and I took a smaller bag and followed. Willy followed at a distance. Santa was ho-ho-ing, tweaking women’s cheeks, making some rude remarks. Of course, they all knew him, so they laughed it off. Someone handed him a drink, then they handed me one. I was still in the coat, so no one paid much attention to me. The Christmas punch had been flowing liberally, everyone laughed at the lamest joke, now was the time.

Santa turned to me and said, “Let me help you out of that, darlin’.” I unbuttoned the coat as he stepped behind me and lifted it off my shoulders. I heard him say, “Ho, ho, oh, my, my!” And I was standing there in my birthday suit in front of forty or more party guests. I had been nude in front of crowds before, of course, so it wasn’t such a big deal to me, except that this time it was people I had worked with on a daily basis! For their part, there was a shocked silence while they gathered their wits, then Santa nodded my direction and said, “This is what the boys on my ‘naughty’ list are getting!” There was laughter, a few whistles, some applause, and someone said, “Can I take my present home right now?” More laughter, and more jokes. I heard someone mumble, “Gotta get milk on the way home.” Even the women were laughing and joking. So far, so good. Of course, most had not yet recognized me.

I just, said, “Cheers!” and finshed my drink. Someone handed me a refill. Then Santa took over and handed me the gag gifts to deliver, with a ribald joke for each recipient. I worked my way through the crowd and felt eyes all over my body, but nothing else. There were some comments, such as, “Why don’t you stay here and send the gift back to Santa?” and a repeat of one I had heard at the store, “I guess Santa will be coming tonight.” I just grinned and winked at them.
[Pic shot at party with identity of shy party guests concealed]
I knew most of the people there, and I thought they could figure out who I was, even with the wig and sunglasses, but I soon realized that most didn’t recognize me at first, and some might not have figured it out by the end. One woman I had known for a couple of years was eyeing me intently, and finally the light seemed to dawn. “Cindy, is that you?” She knew it was. She laughed. “I should have known you'd be the one doing something crazy like this!"

Chrissy, who had organized the party, caught me at one point, grinning, and whispered, “Well, we told you to wear something sexy, but I never figured it’d be a scarf and a pair of shoes! You’re obviously a big hit with the men, and most of the women are more envious than anything else.”

One of the men, “Jay,” who went to our church, said, “Do I know you? You seem familiar, but I can’t quite place the, uh, face.” I smiled, looked him in the eye, and said, “Well, I know you're Jay and you drive too fast and smoke too many cigars, but then, it’s my job to keep a list of who’s been naughty!” To give him some help, I took off the sunglasses. He looked shocked for just a moment, then a broad smile spread across his face, his eyes ran down my body and back up again, and he said, “Well, I’ll be....jeez, Cindy, I didn’t recognize you without your clothes on!”
[Pic shot at party by Willy]
“Which is probably a good thing!” I said. I got similar comments over the next half hour from those who suddenly realized who I was. If anyone disapproved, they kept it to themselves. Some of the men had probably spent many an hour at parties talking to women in sexy, low-cut dresses, trying to peek down their blouses without getting caught, and now there was no pretense, they could look all they wanted, though most still tried to look me in the eye. Most didn’t even mention my nudity, though a couple asked me how it felt, being naked in a crowd of fully-clothed people. I pointed out that some of the other women didn’t really qualify as being “fully-clothed” in the sexy outfits they were wearing. I wondered if there was any jealousy, as they had gone out of their way to look sexy and were being upstaged by someone who was just naked. Some days later I heard that one person had told the boss my appearance was “inappropriate," but if it was just one person out of a group that size, that’s not too bad. What would you think if you were at a very loose and informal office party and one of the women showed up just casually nude?

“Lonnie,” a reserved, polite guy I’d seen every day while I was working there, told me, “Ya know, I never would’ve said this before, but it’s really strange - I used to watch you walk by and undress you with my eyes, but I never guessed the day would come when I didn’t have to use my imagination.” I said, “So...does the real thing live up to your fantasy?” He chuckled. “Well, there are differences in details, but I’m certainly not
disappointed! Never! Maybe even better than my fantasies!” I squeezed his hand and said, “Thanks.”

A new, young guy said, “I understand you used to work here. Sorry I wasn’t around then.” I said, “I seldom came to work dressed like this. In fact, I never came to work dressed like this.” “I know, but I’m imagining what you’d look like with clothes on, and I’m still sorry I missed working with you.” Now, that was a twist - a man who dressed me with his eyes! I thanked him for the compliment.

In the meantime, Santa had moved into the conference room, where he was seated on a chair, posing for photos, listening to the Christmas wishes of some of the guests. Someone asked me to come in and pose with him. I did, and more, but you’ll have to wait until later to read about the party’s climax!
[Santa gives me a Christmas goose at party!]

WOW...Part 2 is great also Cindy...Love the pic that shows your awesome Tits and that Big Bush.....Yummy

that was a damn good story, do you hire out for valentines. lol

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