No, but...

When you are sure that absolutely everyone else is gone, you open your office door and head to the break room. You imagine how fun it would be if you did this during work hours anda bunch of employees saw you stroll in au naturel. You imagine casually greeting them as you shamelessly let them see all of your woman parts.

You have pretty good control over yourself, but that thought, as you casually sip your coffee in the buff gets the seat you're sitting on pretty wet. There is no rush, so you enjoy finishing your coffee to the last drop. You stand up, put the coffee in the dishwasher and grab some paper towels to clean the chair and your nether region. After treating yourself to a nice, long, coffee break, it's time to finish up your work and leave. You finish to your last couple documents and you turn off the computer. You go to where you put your clothes and they are nowhere to be found. Damn it! The cleaners must have accidentally thrown them out! You don't mind that you'll now have to go home naked. That was what you were planning on doing anyway. That's why you moved to Braxton. It's just you liked that outfit. It looked good on you. It fit well.

There's no point crying over spilled milk, though. There aren't any trains running this late, so you call for an Uber. You get a text that your driver is here. You make your way through the building and out the door. There aren't a ton of people out this late, but a few pedestrians get to see you in all your glory, as does the Uber driver. She's a younger girl, probably 21 or 22. Clearly still college age. She was watching the naked lady walking on the street and she was shocked that that naked lady was actually her customer.

"Hi." you say.

"Hi", she replies back as you sit your bare ass down in her car, "is this something you can talk about? Please don't tell me you're in some kind of trouble.", she says as she starts driving.

"No."

"Oh, are you a prostitute? Or a mistress?"

"No, no, nothing like that. Just finished work."

"You went to work like that?"

"No, I came to work with clothes and now I'm naked."

"Do you mind if I ask why?"

"Not at all. I'm something of a nudist and an exhibitionist. Once everyone went home, I took off all of my clothes. I went for a coffee break and the cleaning crew threw out my clothes. And so, I'm riding home naked."

"Wow, that's a crazy story! You did this a lot?"

"This is my first day in Braxton, but I intend to do it often. Well, except for getting my clothes thrown out. I'd rather be able to keep them."

"Well, you're a braver woman than I am. I'd never be able to do that."

"Why not? You're very pretty."

"Awwww, thanks! I guess I'm just self conscious."

"You could do it now, it's just the two of us and I'm already nude."

"I don't know. Maybe if I ever pick you up again, I'll think about it."

She reaches your house.

"How about a quick flash?"

"Okay, just a quick one." She pulls her t-shirt up and then her bra, exposing her B cup boobs and her dark pink nipples.

"You look very beautiful! You should be proud! People would love to see that!"

"You really think so?"

"I'm 100% sincere about that."

"Well, if I ever see your number come up on my customer list, I'll be sure to try that again."

"I'd love that!"

You run into your home, still naked, grab your wallet and pay the girl, giving her an extra large tip. You offer to double it if she flashes her pussy. She thinks about it, looks around to make sure nobody else is around and pulls down her jeans and panties. She blushes as her slit comes into view.

You compliment her "You're the loveliest girl I've ever seen! Be proud of your body!"

"Thanks!" she says, a bit embarrassed.

"You're welcome! Have a great night!"

"You too. By the way, you look really pretty too." she states with a blush.

You go home, shower, not even needing to take any clothes off, and you hop into bed and sleep naked.

You wake up before your alarm, refreshed and ready for another day of work.