5 comments/ 35337 views/ 4 favorites The Butler Did Me By: YDB95 Rita was a pleasant supervisor from the very beginning. In light of how intense things became later on, it is now difficult for me to remember how approachable and agreeable she was right from that first day. But if I try, I can recall a perfectly normal, pleasant woman in her mid-forties whose prim clothes and hairdo belay a friendly and approachable personality. She was well-coiffed and always looked put-together, and the way her short straight pale brown hair framed her face almost made her look older than she was, but she never let that look become intimidating. And at this point I must say it's impossible for me to recall even those early days through anything but a risqué lens. Even before I met Rita, I had always been tickled by the idea that people -- especially women -- who looked so prim and repressed were probably smoldering underneath. Now, of course, I know I was right about that in this case. But Rita's outwardly conservative appearance already had me wondering what naughty thoughts were just below the surface months before I was actually to know all about them. I was twenty-five and fresh out of grad school and still accustomed to wearing jeans and sweatshirts when I was thrust into our office and its skirts-only dress code. Rita proved just how agreeable she really was when I flouted that rule by wearing pants to work, beginning with my very first day. I didn't even own a skirt, and I had no desire to change that. My long hair was all the feminine ornamentation I cared for. As I strode rebelliously into the office in my pants that morning, I fully expected trouble. Instead I got a welcoming smile from Rita. "Good morning, Anna," she said. "Nice outfit!" "Thanks," I said nervously, waiting for the other shoe to drop. It didn't. "Let me know if you need any help," she said. "Especially if anybody hassles you about the dress code. About time somebody challenged that." "Okay," I said. "Thanks." Sure enough, an older male staffer did comment on the matter, but after I brought the attention to Rita neither he nor anyone else hassled me again. With the ice broken, I continued wearing pants to the office and never suffered any consequences for it. Rita, despite her encouraging words about breaking the code, always adhered to it herself. She always wore proper skirts, often pleated or otherwise frilly ones, with crisp white blouses and dark stockings and blazers, and tasteful flourishes like gold earrings and just a touch of makeup here and there. She made old-fashioned look hip. That, most of all, is what I recall about my earliest days of working with Rita: older, but comfortable with herself, and beautifully coiffed. That, plus she never fell into the annoying habit of trying too hard to be hip with us younger staffers. And by virtue of that, she seemed cooler to us than she would have had she tried. An average Monday morning might find me comparing notes with the other young women in the office about our Saturday night at some dance club. If Rita overheard, she would chime in with a pleasant encouragement -- "I sure do remember those nights!" -- but no regrets about not having spent such a wild weekend herself. "My husband and I just spent the weekend by the pool," she would often say. If only I knew all the significance of that statement back then! But I was soon to learn. She was wearing a particularly lovely black suit with a long pleated skirt and a ruffly blouse on the day our relationship changed forever. I happened to be wearing a less-ornate but similar outfit, with tailored pants and a plainer top. Rita commented on as much -- "We have great taste, don't we?" -- when I met with her in the conference room to work with her on a project that was due late that afternoon. I laughed at the resemblance and her comment. "Yes, I should follow your lead more often, Rita!" And it was all business for the next few hours. It was a long afternoon, and the conference room grew stifling after a while. By the time I had finally hit the Send key with our report, Rita and I had both removed our coats and I was both delightfully aware of the outlines of her bra under her sheer blouse, and excruciatingly aware that she could no doubt see mine as well. I was once again thanking heavens there were no men in the room when Rita asked the big question. "Anna, have you been to the pool here yet?" There was a swimming pool in the basement of our building, but only the higher-level staff had access. I shook my head. "Remember, only the management gets keys." "Yes," Rita confirmed, "But we are allowed to invite anyone along that we want. I was thinking one of the others might have invited you at some point." "Wouldn't have been able to join them if they had," I told her. "I haven't got a swimsuit handy here, after all. And I wouldn't want the others to see me in one anyway." The 'others' were all male, and had been professional enough to never suggest any such thing. "I can't blame you for that!" Rita said with a laugh. "I'd had my key for nearly a year before I ventured there myself for that very reason. But I'll tell you, you see a fat balding male in swimming garb once, and you'll never be embarrassed again about the way you look in your suit! At least not around him." "I'll keep that in mind if I ever get a key," I said, packing up my computer. "Well, I'll tell you what, Anna," she said, gathering up her suit coat and her papers. "I'm definitely ready for a dip after this afternoon, and I have an extra suit you can borrow if you'd like to join me." I looked up at my supervisor. She was looking friendly and not at all embarrassed. I found the idea of her seeing me in a swimsuit -- especially her swimsuit -- more than a bit uncomfortable. But the idea of that refreshing water did sound terrific after that long afternoon, and I had to admit that it was in my best interest to build a good relationship with her. Besides, there was nothing waiting for me back home except my tiny living room and a frozen pizza. A swim before that would be delightful. "Sure, I'd love to." I heard myself say it, even as I could scarcely believe I was saying it. "Wonderful!" There was that youthful grin of hers again. "Just wait for me by the elevator." When she arrived at the elevator with her gym bag, my angst over the whole matter was gone -- we were friends, after all, why not? -- but I still had no inkling of what was about to be revealed, both literally and figuratively. As we took the elevator down to the restricted floor, the small talk was of the project we'd just finished and the anticipated reaction to it. Sex and romance couldn't have been further from that mind as we stepped out into the hallway I'd never seen before. Rita led the way to the women's locker room on the right, and given the exclusive nature of the pool I naturally assumed there would be private stalls for changing. I was mistaken. When Rita unlocked the locker room door, I was greeted with the sight of a woman about her age, perhaps a little older, standing before a locker in her bra and panties. She turned and smiled a greeting at us, which I managed to return as I realized what I was in for now. Rita was a friend, but she was still my boss, and now she'd be seeing me naked? I felt humiliated already, but reminded myself that at least it would be over fast. "You can hang your clothes in my locker," Rita told me, as she set the gym bag down on the bench and opened the locker. "I only have access to this one, so you'll have to." "Okay," I said as evenly as I could. Rita was rummaging through her gym bag for the spare swimsuit and hadn't seemed to notice how uncomfortable I was with the situation. At least the other woman we'd seen was nearly dressed now and would be out of the way soon. There was nothing for me but to make this as quick as possible, I concluded. I took off my coat and hung it on the hanger in her locker, and began unbuttoning my blouse. I only just had it open when Rita found the suit -- it was a dark red one-piece -- and handed it to me. "Here you are, dear." She showed no signs of undue interest in my body, so I felt a bit more at ease as I removed my blouse. "Why don't you hang that on the same hanger as your coat?" she asked, taking it from me. "Here, I'll do it for you. It'll save hangers. I only have the two." I was down to my bra, and the world hadn't stopped turning. The rest was just a bit easier, and I was no longer in any rush as I removed my pants, shoes and stockings. By the time I could no longer put off getting fully nude, Rita had nearly caught up with me anyway. She wasn't gawking at me, so I did my best to return the favor. But I couldn't help noticing how lovely and feminine -- not to mention confident -- she looked in her lacy black lingerie. Blessed with small breasts, she sported an ornate bra with far more delicate style than anything I could ever find in my size. It didn't look very supportive, but Rita didn't look like she needed much support. Her high-cut panties were of the same style and hugged her hips delightfully. My prurient earlier thoughts had been right: Rita smoldered beneath it all, all right. I felt absolutely frumpy in my plain white bra and blue panties, which I hurriedly removed while trying to look only at the row of lockers as I pulled on Rita's extra swimsuit. It was a bit small for me, so pulling it up around my breasts and getting the straps on took some doing. When I was done, I saw Rita looking bemusedly at me. "I'm sorry if that's too tight for you, but you fill it out beautifully for what it's worth, Anna." "Thanks," I said with a nervous smile as I turned to look at her again. My nervous smile got a lot more nervous when I glanced downward and realized Rita was fully nude now. There was my boss, checking me out in my swimsuit -- or really her swimsuit -- while she wore nothing but a smile. Her small breasts stood out proudly from her chest with equally dainty nipples at attention, and her hair down below was a shade or two darker and much curlier than her neatly combed head hair. Wisps of it reached out onto her well-tanned thighs. It was but a long split-second before I noticed she had no tan-lines: her legs, shoulders, breasts and pubic area were all the same rich shade of tan. That was the last thing I registered before I instinctively turned away. "I'm sorry, Rita!" I exclaimed. Rita laughed, and made no move to cover anything up. "It's quite all right, Anna. If I didn't want you to see me in the nude, I wouldn't have invited you for a swim, would I?" "I suppose not," I admitted, turning back to her. Skimpily dressed as I was in her too-tight suit, I now felt overdressed. "You need to shower before you get in the pool," Rita said. "You can do it with your suit on, but I prefer to shower in the nude and then put my suit on just before I go out there. Go ahead and wash up. I'll meet you in the showers." "Okay." She did not need to tell me twice! The shock passing as I walked to the showers, I had to admit that I'd liked what I'd seen. Although I am straight, I have always found women beautiful, and Rita had surpassed my expectations given her age. And what was up with that all-over tan?! I was soon to find out, for she arrived in the shower area, still naked and with her suit in her hand, while I was standing in the lukewarm spray to make sure I looked wet for the lifeguard. "Sorry, Anna, but I hate the way the wet suit feels so squishy before you get in the water. I can't explain it, but it feels much better when it's dry when I put it on, even if my body is all wet. I should have explained that to you, but honestly, I wasn't sure how you'd feel about prancing around naked with me." And she laughed gently. "I'm not sure how I'd have felt about it either," I admitted. "But I love how comfortable you seem to be with your body." Saying it gave me an excuse to admire her openly as she turned on the next faucet and let the water drench her lovely body. "Thank you!" she said. "It did take me some time to feel that way. But my husband and I have been nudists since we were younger than you are now, and after a while it feels perfectly normal." "Nudists?" I wasn't as surprised as I would have been ten minutes earlier. "I see. I mean, I couldn't help but notice..." "My tan?" Rita stood with one leg stretched out and displayed the unbroken shade from her toes to her face. "Yes, I think a lot of the women who see me in here notice that, but they're too shy to ask. Which I understand. But yes, my husband and I sunbathe nude regularly in our backyard. He's had other men comment on it as well, in locker rooms and such." "Sounds like fun," I said, and suddenly it really did. The sheer naughtiness, sharing it with a man I loved...I imagined I would get used to it too. I turned off my shower. Rita followed suit and then finally pulled on her suit. "If you'd like to try it, you'd be welcome to join us some weekend," Rita said. I couldn't help laughing. "Are you sure? I mean, the office, and...is that appropriate?" "Anna, did you know I was a nudist before just now?" "No," I admitted. "In four months, you had no idea, did you?" "Not at all." "Well, no one else needs to know if you try it out either, do they?" And she grinned at me. The swimming that evening was delightful. There were several others in the pool, but no one from our office. That set me at ease, and I had the laps in the pool to think about Rita's invitation. But I really didn't need to think about it very much. It sounded irresistible. If being naked with her husband didn't seem quite right to me, I had only to remind myself that she would be there too. And would there be others? Perhaps a young man or two from their circles? A girl could hope! And hope I did. In the showers after our swim, I told Rita I would like very much to accept the invitation. This time I had taken her lead and removed my swimsuit for the shower. "I thought you might," she said, gesturing at my bare body. "Getting into the spirit already, I see," she added with a twinkle in her eye. "I guess so," I said with a nervous laugh. I had never put on such a show for anyone, female or male, before. Even at the college gym, it had always been all-business, get in and out and don't check anyone else out if you could help it. I was excited and very horny all of a sudden, but also a bit embarrassed. Rita sensed the embarrassment, of course. "Relax, Anna. You look beautiful." "Thanks!" And I felt beautiful in that moment, as we enjoyed our refreshing shower unencumbered by damp clothing. As we toweled off and got dressed to go home, I had given up on any pretense of keeping my interest in Rita's body to myself. She was just as uninhibited in admiring me as I got my clothes back on. When next anyone saw us, we were two well-dressed women on our way to her car in the parking garage. A couple of older men passed us on the way to the car, and I wondered if they had any idea of the state we had just been in together. If I know men, they probably at least imagined it. Little did they know how right they were! The thought made me laugh. "What's so funny, dear?" Rita asked as she unlocked the passenger side door of her Cadillac. Might as well be honest. "Those guys we just walked past? I was wondering if maybe they were imagining us naked together, and hey, we just were!" Rita joined in my laughter. "Indeed, if only they knew! Which reminds me, there will likely be others at our house when you visit, dressed the same way. Of course you know what you see in my home stays in my home." "Oh, of course!" And I meant it. I already felt tremendously privileged just to be invited. To say I was wound up when Rita dropped me off at my apartment building would be an understatement. A big one. Images of all I had seen and all she had told me swirled through my head as I unlocked my apartment door and was home. Nevertheless, one had to eat, so I got that frozen pizza in the microwave and poured a big glass of wine, and focused for the moment on dinner even as my thoughts were running wild. I couldn't resist for long, of course. Once I was done eating, I took my wine glass and curled up in my easy chair before the television. But I had CNN tuned out nearly as soon as I had tuned in, remembering everything from the wonderful evening. One thing bubbled to the surface again and again: Rita's comment about her husband and his all-over tan. "He's had other men comment on it as well, in locker rooms and such." Now, I didn't know what Rita's husband looked like at that point. I didn't even know his name. But it didn't matter. I imagined him as similar to Rita: quiet, conservative, yet robust under it all. There he was, a well-dressed man with short, neatly combed hair, undressing in a locker room. Out of somewhere appeared a younger man, closer to my age and more overtly sexy of course, and he checked out the older man's endowment as they undressed the way I was sure men always did. And there it was as he pulled his briefs off for the shower: a big, meaty penis, not only big but also tan. I giggled as I imagined the younger man's reaction. "That's quite a tan, Jim." And of course Jim patted it in pleased confirmation. "Yep, my wife and I both sunbathe nude in the back yard. You should see her tan!" "Wow, you go bare in the back yard? Don't you get shy?" "What's to be shy about when you look this good nude?" And with that I saw Rita's husband prancing off to the shower, every inch of his hard tanned body on display while the younger guy gaped in admiration. As I imagined it, my laughter gave way slowly to intense focus on his body as I envisioned it, and how well it would fit with Rita's, and slowly but surely I worked the younger guy into joining him nude in the shower. After a while Rita was there too with the both of them. I soon had my pants unbuttoned and unzipped, but that didn't give me the access I really needed in that state. I stood up and slipped off my pants and panties and relaxed spread-eagled in the chair. As I closed my eyes and imagined both of the guys naked in the steamy shower and the added treat of Rita there with them, I soon had my middle finger buried in my pussy and my other fingers rubbing all around it. As I rubbed my way into a lather, I imagined all three of them with their hands all over my body and me admiring theirs as the hot water pulsated all around me... By the time I went to bed, I'd lost count of how many orgasms I'd had that night. The next day at work, Rita told me the next get-together at her home was set for the weekend after next. She also told me there would be "a number of other guests," female and male both, and that she'd understand if I got cold feet. For good measure, she also gave me an open-ended invitation to come swimming with her after work any evening along the way if I needed to "get back in the mood." She said that last bit with a businesslike smile that betrayed nothing, adding to my growing straight-girl crush on my boss. We did go swimming together twice more during that week and a half, me growing more comfortable with my nudity each time and finding myself even hornier when I finally got home. Now, I never considered myself a horny gal. I used to masturbate once a week or so in college, even when I had a room to myself. I don't even really know why it never grew on me back then, as it certainly felt good and I had a vivid enough imagination and all that, but it didn't...not until Rita got under my skin. Well, Rita and my imagination's version of her husband, well-endowed and always careful to rub sunblock over every inch of his plump hard cock before stepping out into the bright sunshine to lie shamelessly nude alongside Rita in the grass, the neighbors unknowing just over the fence. The Butler Did Me By the night before the big day, I could barely sleep -- or keep my hands out of my pussy. I was wound up tight and ready to snap with anticipation and I no longer had any reservations about taking my own clothes off at Rita's house knowing what awaited me in return! I had, of course, found the time to read up on nudist culture and to learn that overt displays of sexuality were frowned upon quite seriously -- guys were supposed to cover up when they got hard and all that -- but my imagination was not to be tamed. Whatever was to be would be -- and hey, I figured us ladies could hide our arousal well enough anyway. "Hi, Anna," she said in a cheerful but even tone when I rang her doorbell the next day, still not displaying any foreshadowing of the fun that was to come. I was beginning to worry that nudity would become too pedestrian for me if I followed in her footsteps! "Good morning," I said, betraying my excitement and nervousness as I did, and shamelessly looking my boss up and down. She was wearing a short blue bathrobe, and no doubt nothing under it. I was in jeans and a polo shirt -- it would have been a good day for something more easily removable like a sundress, but I didn't own any such thing. Rita laughed as she realized what I was looking at. "Yes, I'm wearing just what you think under this." She stood aside and let me in. "You're the first of our guests to arrive, and it would hardly do to greet them at the front door in the nude," she explained. "But now that you're here, we can disrobe and go out back whenever you feel up to it." She stopped in the foyer and looked over my shoulder. "Meet my husband, Ronald. Ronald, Anna. She's new at work and very much on our wavelength." I turned around to see a tall, stocky man with wiry dark curly hair, almost as well-built as I had imagined although nothing could have lived up to my fantasy. He was also wearing a bathrobe, which exposed enough skin to show he was quite hairy all over. That got me thinking about virility, and his comfort with it all put me a bit more at ease about all that I was about to reveal. This was only getting better! "Hello, Anna," he said, with a gentlemanly handshake, looking only in my eyes as he did. "It's great to have new folks on board for our parties. We haven't had any in a while. Do keep in mind if you get uncomfortable, you're welcome to put your clothes back on, I'm sure Rita has told you that." "Of course," I said, though I couldn't recall for sure at that moment as I imagined just what I'd be seeing under his robe. "Yes, Rita has been very agreeable about everything, thanks!" "Have you gone natural outdoors before?" "I've barely done it indoors!" I admitted with a giggle. "But I'm really looking forward to trying it." "That's what we like to hear," Ronald said with a grin. He still hadn't ogled my body that I could tell -- but then, I realized, why would he when he'd be seeing all of me shortly anyway? "Right, well," he continued, "I'll go check on the pool and the deck, and give you ladies some privacy for your big entrance. See you soon, Anna!" "And you!" I rejoined as he retreated to the back of the house, still wearing his robe. "Well then, Anna," Rita said. "Are you ready to undress? Then we can go outside as well." "Sure," I said, "But what about letting in the other guests? Haven't you or Ronald got to stay here and stay clothed for that?" "No, that's what I'm for," came a younger male voice behind me. From the stairwell came a young man -- younger than I, probably still in college from the look of it -- blond and coiffed and wearing a tight sweater and khakis. "Hi, I'm Frankie." "He's our housekeeper," Rita explained. "He's not a nudist himself, though he does have a standing offer to join us should he ever change his mind..." she said all this to him with a sultry grin before turning back to me. "So he'll let people in and guide them to the bedrooms to change out of their clothes as they arrive. All our other guests know how to get to the back porch once they're in, anyway." "Nice to meet you, Frankie," I said, blushing as I realized he knew I would soon be lounging in the backyard with nothing on while he would be fully clothed indoors. I found the unfairness rather arousing, I realized...but then I was finding everything arousing just then! "Well then, Frankie, you know what to do when the others arrive," Rita said with a nod. Turning to me, she said, "This way, Anna." She took my hand and led me down the hall. I turned and flashed a salacious grin at Frankie, dying to know if he was thinking what I was thinking. But he offered only a professional looking nod and smile in return. Rita and Ronald's bedroom was big and ornately decorated. I felt like a princess just looking around. "So this is why it's worth working your way up to the boss," I said as Rita shut the door behind us. "We've done pretty well for ourselves," Rita agreed. With no fanfare whatsoever, she untied the sash of her bathrobe and pulled it off. I was accustomed to seeing her body by then, of course, but it was beautiful as usual. I only hoped I could measure up as far as the other guests were concerned. Still with a twinge of self-consciousness, I kicked off my sandals and pulled my shirt off at the same time. Before I went any further, I automatically folded my shirt and set it neatly on Rita's bed. "Don't want to leave a jumble for the others to have to look at while they change," I explained. Rita laughed, still standing unabashedly bare in the corner. "That's thoughtful, dear, but unnecessary. Once you get out there you'll see we're all family here." "Even Frankie?" I asked as I swung off my bra. "Frankie is a nice young man, just very shy. I think you'll find these days can be more embarrassing for him than for us. After all, he's the one who's overdressed." "Makes sense," I admitted, setting my folded bra on top of my shirt. Then it was off with the jeans and panties in one go -- no use in delaying the inevitable, and even now I didn't care to leave my undies on display. I folded them together and set them beside my other clothes, and turned to face Rita, both of us wearing nothing but smiles. Rita picked up her bathrobe from the chair behind the door. "If you want, you may wear this to the back deck. You might see Frankie on the way, so if you're more comfortable not going bare yet..." "No," I forced myself to say, though I didn't relish him seeing me naked when he wouldn't be. "It's best that I get into the spirit right away, isn't it?" "Excellent attitude, Anna," Rita assured me, and out of nowhere she put her arms around me and squeezed me affectionately. "You're going to fit right in with our community, I can tell. And don't worry, Frankie is perfectly used to seeing people come and go in the nude in our house." "I'll bet," I said, swallowing my delicious erotic fear as I opened the bedroom door. Now, in truth, I hoped Frankie would see me just as much as I feared he would. As Rita and I made our way down the hall side by side, I was still working out the reasons why. But I knew whatever the reason, I wanted him to see me naked. Maybe, I mused, it was best to get the most humiliating scenario out of the way first thing, before the party even started. Or maybe it was that with me naked and him not, it somehow gave me some sort of power he couldn't claim, not unless he got undressed too. Or maybe it was just really erotic being the only naked one. In any case, as Rita was guiding me through the dining room and the kitchen to the back door, I got my wish. Frankie was in the kitchen putting dishes away when we blossomed forth. It took every ounce of resolve I had not to rush back into the dining room or try to cover my breasts and bush, but I managed to do neither and keep a confident look on my face. Frankie, so far as I was aware, just looked at us both and gave another of his professional smiles. "Enjoy the sunshine!" he said, and didn't even give our bare bodies a second look. "Thanks," we said in unison, and Rita opened the back door for me. Just as I had anticipated, as I stepped out onto the deck, the shock and fear were gone thanks to Frankie. I felt nothing but freedom and titillation as I set foot out in the sunny backyard, the sun on my bare skin and the high fences blocking out all eyes except Rita's behind me and Ronald's before me. Ronald was just as well-endowed as I had imagined, and just as tan as Rita. His big pubic bush made it hard to tell for sure if he was as tan down below as I'd been imagining, but his thick cock hung fascinating and nonthreatening before me as he greeted me onto the deck. "Great feeling, isn't it, Anna?" he asked. Now he was checking out my body just as I had expected, but then I was also checking out his -- which was lovely in its earthy natural state -- so I felt no resentment. "It is," I said as the wonder of it all continued to wash over me. I was tingling with just the mix of growing freedom and fading self-consciousness I had imagined for myself, and in the comfortable company of the two of them it was fading even faster than I had dared hope it would. "It sure is!" Beyond the deck, their in-ground pool was clean and enticing, and there was plenty of grassy space alongside it to simply walk about if the feeling struck me -- which it already was. I was ready to drink in all that nature could offer me in my own natural state! First things first, though, Rita handed me a bottle of suntan oil. "Trust me, my dear, you do not want to get burned today!" "I sure don't," I agreed. But she had brought up an uncomfortable issue. Looking at Rita with concern, I asked, "Should I..." I looked past her back into the house. "You're worried about putting the lotion on your private parts, are you?" Rita asked with a knowing smile. "I've heard it's taboo to draw attention to them at nudist colonies," I confessed. "It's okay, Anna," Ronald said. "We're not a traditional nudist colony. It's okay up to a point here, really." To reassure me, he flicked at his penis, which was at least semi-hard -- apparently for me, but Rita didn't seem to mind. I enjoyed the show and relaxed a bit more. "He's right," Rita said. "If you want some privacy for putting the lotion on, that's fine, but don't worry about what anyone will think if you rub it on right here. Here, I'll even show you." She took back the bottle of lotion and squeezed some out into her hand, and rubbed it over both her breasts without shame. "Now you," she said. With a nervous smile I held out my hands while she squeezed the bottle again, and following her lead I rubbed it over my breasts. As I watched, she rubbed down below to her belly and right to her pubic hairline. I did the same. We looked at one another and laughed -- a comfortable, wonderfully erotic laugh. Ronald joined in, and I looked over at him to see his dick now rock hard. He held out his hand for some lotion, and proceeded to slather it onto his erection just as I had imagined all those times that week. I enjoyed the show and was once again glad a woman's own arousal is not nearly so obvious. I was still enjoying the moment when the first of the other guests turned up: a beautiful young Indian-looking woman and two white guys. Introductions were made: her name was Reema, the guys were almost comically named Shane and Shawn. Both of them had their manhood very much at attention as they accepted Rita's offer of suntan lotion, and I got to enjoy a repeat of the show Ronald had just given me. "Don't you love this part of the party?" Reema asked me with a grin. "I sure do!" I replied. "What a show!" Shane-or-Shawn offered Reema some lotion as well, and despite her dark complexion and thick hair she accepted it. "Can't be too careful, can we?" Reema's body was beautiful, lithe and graceful, and the whole lot of us seemed to enjoy the show as she rubbed the lotion up and down herself. "Who wants to play some Frisbee?" asked one of the guys, and the party was on in earnest. I joined Reema and her friends out by the pool, spreading out as far as we could in the limited space, and soon we were whooping it up. I could only imagine if the neighbors who surely heard us had any idea what we weren't wearing! There were more arrivals after we started, though no one I knew, thank heavens. While I was perfectly comfortable frolicking naked around the backyard with my new friends, seeing anyone I had known back before my world changed that morning could have been quite awkward. In any case, I enjoyed seeing and being seen by Rita and Ronald's other friends. Some of them I met officially, others I only ever saw: a few other younger adults like myself, a regal looking older couple who looked surprisingly elegant with nothing on (the woman had red hair, but the view down below made it clear it wasn't her natural color!), a couple of older men who appeared to be Ronald's friends from some club. Best of all, a heavyset woman with huge breasts turned up not long before lunch was served, so I was no longer the owner of the biggest rack in the backyard. Don't ask me to explain it, but that made me feel even less self-conscious than I had been feeling. Frankie was in and out of the scene throughout the party, always fully clothed and never looking terribly uncomfortable. I had occasion to chat with him a few times and, with the ice now broken, I didn't feel the least bit uncomfortable in his presence. In fact, I began to wonder if he didn't feel like the odd one out just like Rita had said. In the midst of one of our chats -- during which I noticed appreciatively that he mostly stuck to looking at my face -- I finally dared ask. "Have you ever wanted to join in?" "I think about it sometimes," he admitted. "But I just don't think I'm quite as brave as you all." "I admire you for being able to stick to your guns," I told him. "I think I'd be more uncomfortable with clothes on back here, to tell you the truth." "Well, yeah, maybe I'm a bit into making myself uncomfortable," he grinned. We shared a laugh and he turned back for the kitchen. But not before I got a look at his pants and saw they were definitely straining with a hard-on in there. That made me feel terrific. "Having a nice time, Anna?" I turned to see Rita pouring herself a glass of iced tea. "I am," I told her. "I'm amazed at how comfortable it all is now." "That's what we love about it too, all right," Ronald said, appearing over Rita's shoulder. "For something we stumbled into by accident, it's been a great lifestyle for us." "By accident?" I asked. "Oh, Rita hasn't told you!" Ronald said. "I'm sorry, we like to share that story with the new arrivals. But I guess we didn't get to it this time." "We can tell her now if you want," Rita said. "Some of the others might even want to hear it again." "We sure would!" called out the voluptuous woman I had noticed earlier, who was now relaxing on a lawn chair nearby. "You're in for a treat now," she told me. "Well, Anna, pull up a seat if you want," Ronald said, and he and Rita did likewise, snuggling shamelessly together on the deck's one double-chair. "It all goes back to college. I was a shy bookish virgin, the kind of guy all the girls say they love but none of them ever dates --" "Oh, stop it, you!" Rita laughed. "Well, did you notice me before that night?" "Not like you noticed me that night!" Rita replied. "I should hope not!" Ronald said, and I noticed a number of listeners laughed then. I guessed they had heard the story before. "Anyway," Ronald continued, looking back at me. "I was out and about with a few of my buddies. It was late spring, six weeks to graduation, and we were dorm-hopping between parties. Somewhere between parties we heard a rumor, the corner table gang was streaking!" "The corner table gang?" I asked. "Anna," Rita interjected. "Since I'm your prim and square boss, I'm sure you'll not be surprised at all to hear I was a nerd in college. I and a bunch of other misfits used to eat lunch together at the same table in the cafeteria every day, and that table was back in the far corner where all the jocks and frat boys and such would leave us alone. So we were known as the corner table gang." "And with apologies to my beautiful wife, for the most part they were the last people you'd want to see without their clothes!" Ronald continued. "I'm afraid that's true," Rita admitted, "And I did see most of them nude several times." "The great thing about them, though," Ronald went on, "was their total lack of pretentiousness about it all. We're not talking about people who spent an hour primping before the mirror any morning. So when you saw them au naturel, we're talking very natural beauty, men and women alike, warts and all. Very, well, educational. Nothing a shy kid like me had ever seen in Playboy, that's for sure. Anyway, we stopped by a dorm where there was a party in the lounge, and that happened to be where the corner table gang was at that point. Now, I said they were streaking, but that's really not quite the word. They weren't running anywhere. They were walking around perfectly casually, wearing their sneakers or sandals and nothing else. I saw the whole bunch of them walk right by out of the lounge and on to the back door, just like something out of a cartoon." "They were being kicked out of the lounge," Rita recalled. "I knew that would happen because we'd already been asked to leave a few other parties that night, so I didn't actually go in the lounge that time, and thank heavens I didn't!" "That's right, that's when I saw this lovely young hippie chick," Ronald explained. "You see, we were standing off to the sidelines while one of the party organizers was arguing with a couple of the naked people, about how they were making the partiers uncomfortable and so forth and could you please get them out of there. All my buddies went on into the lounge to get a good luck at them before they got kicked out -- it's funny, everybody talking about how repulsive they looked and yet we all wanted to get a look! But not me. I waited just inside the front door, just inside the lobby, and there was this beautiful young woman, with long dark hair, just standing there wearing cowboy boots of all things -- and nothing else! I'm thinking she must be feeling humiliated, but she was just standing there and looking at me and laughing. I smiled back, of course, but I couldn't think what to say." "You sure couldn't," Rita confirmed. "There I was dying of embarrassment and you just stood there and smiled!" "I was trying to read your laugh," Ronald said. "Isn't that right, folks?" "That is what you always say," Reema confirmed, having been drawn to the story at some point -- I hadn't noticed but she was now seated beside me. "Thank you!" Ronald said. "Before I said anything, I wanted to know, what is her laugh saying? Is it saying 'I'm humiliated here, turn around?' Is it saying 'Fuck you, I'm free and I don't care what you think?' Or something else entirely? I just couldn't tell! So I tried looking her only in the eye, like a gentleman does, you know, and I finally said, 'Hi there. How are you?'" "And I say 'How do you think?' between giggles," Rita said. "But he kind of put his hand up like this," she continued, holding up her own hand, "So he couldn't see my breasts or my pussy, and I knew he meant well by that even though it also made me wonder, what, are you repulsed by me? Or uncomfortable with a free look?" "Well, I was," Ronald admitted. "But only because I wasn't really sure if I was supposed to just drink in the beauty or what. But I did want to. I really wanted to!" "That's why we were nude, silly," Rita said. "I know. Now." The Butler Did Me Then I had to ask. "So, Rita, what possessed you and your friends to do that? You don't sound like you were the type." "It's because we weren't the type," Rita explained. "We were all hyped up on college politics, about sexism and objectification of women and so forth, and one of us just asked at lunch one day, hey, why don't we get out there and give everyone an eyeful of what they think they want?" "And some of us really did want it," Ronald added. "At least after that night we did." "Yes indeed," Rita agreed. "In any case, we had the world's most awkward first conversation, 'Hi, how are you? Well, I'm naked. How are you? I'm not!' But he did tell me I had a beautiful body and a lot more guts than he would ever have, and that made me feel good. So I said thanks and then followed my friends along to the next stop on our little tour." "That was Saturday night," Ronald said. "Next day after brunch I'm walking back to my room, and Rita steps out of her dorm -- fully clothed now, of course -- and she just bursts into laughter. So I say, 'Hi, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, but I meant what I said last night, you know.' She's still laughing but she says thanks, and she actually stops to chat with me and we have an almost-serious conversation." "Almost serious," Rita concurred, "But of course we're both thinking about how he's seen me in the nude and he doesn't even know my name. Awkward doesn't even touch it, you know. But I can tell he really wants to get to know me better, so I ask if he'd like to go get a coffee at the student union." "And we talked all afternoon," Ronald said. "Never a lull in the conversation," Rita continued. "Not a word about dating or sex or what he saw last night, until finally he says 'You know, I'm loving this but it all seems a bit unfair.' And I agreed completely! But I tell him, you know what? Last night was unbelievably hot and liberating and I loved it. You should try it too." "So she takes me back to her room," Ronald said, "And invites me to undress. 'Only if you want to,' she says, and she strips down to her bra and panties herself to get me in the mood. Well, fair's fair, so I did take it all off, and we're both ogling each other now, me nude and her almost, and enjoying the view, but nothing else happened just yet." "Yes, we didn't actually become an item for a few more weeks," Rita added, "And we didn't make love until after graduation -- it was a graduation present for each other when we did. But from that first afternoon there was a lot of time spent just enjoying the sight of one another, and talking about how comfortable and natural it felt. And we've never gone back to keeping our clothes on for too long at a time in private." There was a round of applause, and the party picked up again. I enjoyed a round in the pool and a few brief chats with some of the other guests. But perhaps inevitably, it was Frankie who continued to catch my attention every time he appeared at the back door. I couldn't help imagining he was getting off on the free looks at everyone, but I could only believe he must feel a bit confined by then as well. How strange, I admitted to myself, that among all the acres of exposed flesh, it was the one guy who kept his clothes on that intrigued me the most. Perhaps, I realized, that was just what Frankie wanted. That, I concluded, was fine with me. The more I thought of Rita and Ronald's story, the more I found the whole idea wonderfully appealing -- how wonderfully erotic to be the naked and vulnerable one! It made me feel empowered just to think of it, though I couldn't be sure why. When the revelers began to thin out in late afternoon and I was ready to return to clothes and real life, I made up my mind to prod Frankie just a bit and see what happened. I couldn't resist, thinking of what he'd seen and what I hadn't. After toweling myself off from the pool, I thanked Rita and Ronald for their hospitality and told them I'd be heading home. "Oh, I hope you had a wonderful time, Anna!" Rita gushed. "You're welcome back any time if you want." "I'd love that," I agreed. "I did have a lovely time!" And it was true, I had never felt so comfortable in my own skin. "Need us to show you back to our room for your clothes?" Ronald asked, obviously enjoying one last look at my body, which I freely allowed. "No thanks, I know the way," I said with a grin as I hoped to cross paths again with Frankie. As I stepped into the kitchen, I could hear him elsewhere in the house, seeing off a few other guests who had gotten dressed and were leaving. "Thanks for coming!" he called out, and I heard him drawing a laugh for his choice of words. I heard him coming back towards me in the kitchen. With nary an iota of embarrassment left after having worn nothing all afternoon, I stood in the dining room doorway and waited. "Well, hello there!" he said when he saw me. For all his earlier professionalism, now he showed every sign of enjoying the view, and I exulted in the attention. "Taking off, are you?" "I think I'm ready to go, yes," I said. "But I'm sorry we never got you to join us out there. You should try it sometime, really." "I keep meaning to," Frankie said. "But I get shy." "Do you really?" I asked with a knowing look. "Or do you just enjoy the show?" "Excuse me?" "Hey, I'm not criticizing," I told him. "This isn't for everyone, that's for sure. But it's a natural role for some of us to just want to look while the others want to be seen." "Who says I only want to look?" Now I had him on the defensive, and was rather happy about it. "Well, can you honestly say you're not enjoying this?" I asked, looking down at my own gloriously naked body. "And if not, why not?" I added with a grin. I had him just where I wanted him now. "Well, of course," Frankie stammered. "What can I say? I'm not a nudist." "You just like to hang around with them," I said. "I don't blame you, really. I just hope it doesn't get frustrating, all the look-but-don't-touch." "Doesn't it for you?" he demanded. I grinned again and reached out and caressed his face. "Yes," I said. Without another word I walked past him and on into Rita's bedroom, hoping he'd follow. I didn't shut the door. Clothes were piled everywhere on the bed, but I had little trouble finding mine. I set them in a pile and sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, with my legs spread and ready for business in case Frankie took the hint and showed up. He did. When I saw him standing in the doorway, I lay back on the bed and pulled my legs out further. Resisting the temptation to look at him, I listened for the sound of him undressing. The sound never came. Instead I soon felt his breath on my inner thighs and felt his tongue burrowing into my wet pussy. "Ohhhh! Frankie!" I called out. He paused. "Shhhhh. Rita doesn't know I do this." "You've done it before?!" I asked, sitting up. "You know it. Don't try to tell me you didn't suspect all along." Before I could admit that he was right -- somewhere in the back of my mind I did suspect that -- he went back to eating me out and I went back to writhing on the bed in too much pleasure to continue the conversation. He knew what he was doing all right -- of course there had been others! Who was I kidding? I wondered did he ever expect the women to return the favor. I didn't care right then, for his licks and caresses had me climbing walls. Despite his warning, I was soon moaning loudly enough to be heard out in the living room at least. There was no stopping it, and Frankie didn't bother telling me to stop it anyway. Instead he rubbed and licked me up to within an inch of orgasm, then backed off just as I was about to come. "Hey!" I cried out in delicious frustration. "Can't rush perfection," he teased, and then slipped a finger in -- or maybe it was two. I couldn't tell and I didn't care, for he curled them just right and hit my sweet spot. I grunted louder than ever and grabbed at the sheets at the intense pleasure, and thrust my hips toward him to savor it all the more. Just when I thought it couldn't get any more intense, I felt his mouth on my clit -- lightly at first, then licking just a little too hard, but I was too worked up to complain. This time he couldn't stop in time to prevent me from coming, and I did -- hard and loud. "Thanks for the show today," he said, standing up. I saw him wiping his fingers off on a tissue from the bedside table as I sat up and gathered my bearings. "Thank you," I whispered huskily, still feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm. Who cared how many others he did it to when he was that good?! "Not a word to Rita if you ever want it again," he warned me again. "Just imagine all the trouble I'd get in." "I understand," I said. Frankie heard someone else coming in from the deck and headed off to greet them, and I set about getting dressed. It didn't take long, but smoothing out the bed sheets proved trickier. Even when I had them looking reasonably unmussed, there was still a wet spot that couldn't very well be explained away. I would just have to hope Rita didn't notice it until later. No such luck. Just as I was about to leave the bedroom, she appeared in the doorway, still naked. "I hope you had a delightful time, Anna," she said. "I did," I said nervously, willing myself not to glance back at the bed. "I really did. I guess I'd better..." "Don't be in such a hurry, dear," Rita said. "You're welcome to leave if you want, but please don't be concerned about that spot." "What spot?" I forced myself to ask. "Silly girl," Rita said. "Frankie only thinks I don't know about his habits with our guests, or that I care." "I...see," I said. "You're welcome to come back for a round with him any time you want," she continued. "Just don't expect him to ever let you return the favor on him. If I can't get him out of his clothes, no one can." I nodded my thanks again and told Rita I'd look forward to seeing her at work on Monday. Frankie saw me off at the door with a chaste handshake, and as I made my way down to the sidewalk I was already plotting my approach at the next party. I was sure I could charm the pants off Frankie somehow.