Fiona Lewis, Female, 25, taking advantage

Lockdown had been hard on offices. People working from home had rather rightly opted to keep working from home, it meant flexible workloads and surprisingly far fewer distractions. This had left offices as barren wastelands, quiet, devoid of the regular foot traffic of the old day to day. Bosses would wallow in their appointed rooms, while the few that did opt to go into the office were left to their own devices.

Fiona Lewis was one such person, afforded supreme privacy in her workplace, an unexpected benefit even if technically she didn't need it for what she enjoyed doing. Entering the office, the brunette simply smiled at the receptionist and made her way to her employee locker, located in the staff area just behind reception and just past the elevators. Once inside the often empty locker room, Fiona engaged in a ritual that she'd been taking part in for about a month without fail.

Unzipping her skirt, she casually let it fall to the floor, alongside her panties and her stockings. Fiona's shirt barely passed below her waist, her skirt had previously sat decently high. Folding her discarded clothes she moved over to the mirror, inspecting her remaining attire. She wore business casual, half business now that is. A nice trim shirt that sat just at her waist, leaving her hips, vagina and trimmed pubic bush fully exposed. Fiona carefully plucked a couple of stray hairs, as well as pushing a couple of rogue strands of her long brown hair back over her shoulder, before locking her clothes safely away and leaving for the elevators.

As expected given the time she arrived, the halls are quiet. This is routine at this point, walking the halls of her building bottomless, waiting for the elevator fully aware that her ass is on display. Each second increasing the chances that she gets caught...but she hasn't been yet, not that she could get into trouble for it.

The elevator doors open. As expected it's empty. She steps inside, calmly selecting her floor and again waiting. As it goes up, the elevator's glass walls almost make getting caught certain...and it is, but only from the next building over. Quietly smiling to herself she can see people working in the building opposite to her, wondering if they're looking. Different workplaces might as well be islands disconnected by an ocean, likely able to communicate, but the difficulty of it tends to limit conversation. Fiona is more than happy to be the talk of the water cooler for the next building over.

Stopping on her floor, the doors open and she can see people at their cubicles...but as usual it's barely a tenth of capacity. People are isolated, idle chitchat is impossible here and must be carried out by opportunity. Making her way in, Fiona does not bother to hide or even keep her distance, she knows that the cubicle barriers obscure her from the waist down. To everyone else she's in her uniform, she's decent. When in reality she doesn't even have a convenient way to be decent.

It doesn't take her long to get to her desk, a smile and a nod as she passed one co-worker stuck at their desk. Taking a small towel out of her bag she sets it down on her chair, along with populating her desk with her other effects. Sitting herself down never gets old, that feeling of relief, both at the bare skin contact, but also at completing the first step of her routine again, before logging in and getting to work.