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Legally Nude

By: HStoner



I was sitting in my office. It was a hot July day. My office is in one of the oldest buildings Downtown and, unfortunately, the HVAC needs a major upgrade which the landlord has been unwilling to pay for. Sweat tricked down my sides under my shirt. I loosened my tie still more. I dreaded putting on my suit coat for the five block walk to the state courthouse.

Looking out my office window, I could see the Federal courthouse across the street. I could see one set of large windows still boarded up. The surrounding limestone façade was still smoke-blackened. A month ago, a young female suicide bomber had managed to get past building security. It was later determined that she had strapped a bomb to the inside of her thigh. She detonated the bomb during a preliminary hearing in the Magistrate's courtroom. Three of my professional colleagues had died, along with the bomber. Several other people had been seriously injured, including the United States Magistrate Judge.

My computer screen alerted me to a received e-mail flagged as urgent. I enlarged my Outlook window. The urgent e-mail was from a colleague and good friend Mike, titled "What The Hell!" with an attached file. The text of the message read only "This is sick. We have to take this to the Circuit!" I opened the attached file. It contained what appeared to be an order from the U.S. District Court, General Order 13-12, "Enhanced Courthouse Security." Well, no surprise so far. I knew that there would be some reaction to the bombing. The text of the Order was, however, a real surprise:

In view of the recent terrorist attack inside the United States Courthouse, the Court considers it necessary to adopt additional and extreme security measures. Effective July 14, 2013, all persons entering the United States Courthouse shall be fully nude except for footwear approved by the United States Marshall and all persons shall remain fully nude at all times while inside the Courthouse. This order shall not apply to approved Court staff and United States employees.

At the end were what appeared to be the signatures of all of our Federal judges.

I e-mailed Mike back: "Why go to the Circuit? I agree that the joke is in questionable taste, but why not just ignore it?" 

I received a two word reply: "No joke." What? Why is Mike acting like this is serious? I looked at the order again. It had all of the markings which the Court's electronic filing system puts at the top when something is entered. No, whoever dummied this up copied that from another document. However, I did check the Court's website. There on the homepage was an alert that new security procedures were taking effect along with a link. I clicked on the link and up popped the same order Mike had sent me. Still, this had to be an elaborate hoax. No Court is going to order everyone to go naked in the courthouse. I know judges who get livid if a male lawyer shows up without a coat and tie.

Intrigued (and half convinced that I was having a dream), I called a friend in the Clerk's Office. Sue giggled when she heard my question. "Yes, it is for real. The judges met several times, all hush-hush. One of the law clerks told me to be ready for something very surprising, and we were surprised. Of course, it doesn't apply to us." She paused, giggled again, and said "maybe we can get rid of electronic filing and go back to manual filing. That way we'd see a lot more of you." She giggled again.

Still disbelieving, I called the Judge whom I knew best. Her honor had been a very attractive woman when she was a lawyer in private practice. Age had taken its effect, but she was still a handsome woman with a great voice. "The Chief Judge was really angry about the bombing, and scared, I think. We all were. We met with the Marshalls and FPS several times. Someone from FPS quipped that the only way they could be sure that no one is bringing a bomb or weapon into the courthouse is if everyone came in naked. That gave the Chief the idea. The rest of us voted for it because it doesn't apply to us or our staffs." 

My response was, "but, your honor, who wants to see a room full of naked lawyers?" 

The Judge replied, "I don't know, I'm thinking that some of you wouldn't be that bad. Besides, I can think of three or four lawyers who practice in our court whom I'm sure you wouldn't mind seeing naked," and she laughed. 

"Well, Your Honor, in the spirit of professional solidarity, would you do it," I asked. 

The answer came, "maybe, but you'll never know since I have to wear a robe. For all you know, I already have." Ok, so I now knew that this was for real; at least until the Court got enough bad press to change its mind.

The Judge's joke about lawyers I'd like to see nude got me thinking about who that would be. I quickly thought of Amy, with whom I used to work at a big firm in town. She now had a firm with two other ladies in the burbs. Oh shit! Amy was co-counsel with me on a case in Federal Court and we had a pre-trial conference set for July 16. I might be seeing her in reality as well as in my daydreams. I forwarded Mike's e-mail with the order attachment to Amy. My cover message was "Are you aware of this? I checked and it is for real. How do you want to handle the PTC on 7/16?"

About fifteen minutes later, my phone rang. It was Amy. "Yeah, I knew about that." 

"You seem rather unperturbed," I said. 

"Well, it is certainly weird, but it is a court order, so what am I going to do about it? Besides, and I know this sounds terrible but, I do think that I have a better body than most females lawyers in town. (I thought that too). What do you think, should I shave?"

Slow on the uptake, I replied "shave?"

"My pubic hair, silly. What do you think, bare or hair? What are you going to do?" 

Getting into the idea a bit, I said "I don't know what I'll do yet. As for you, I'd really need to compare before and after to tell you which looks better." Then another thought hit me, "oh, geez, I was going to bring Sarah to the PTC." 

Amy said, "You better still bring her. We need the extra set of eyes, ears, and hands. Besides, her body will keep Judge X from ogling me for the whole conference."

"Thanks, Amy," I said. "Can I ask her to do this or is that sexual harassment by her employer?" 

"Silly, it is a court order, you're not asking her to do anything. You're just telling her what the new rules are. I suspect that she'll be perfectly fine with it."

"Why do you think that," I asked.

Amy just chuckled, said "bye," and broke the line.

Sarah was working as my law clerk during the summer between her second and third years at the local law school. Besides accompanying me to court, she often went to the Federal courthouse to use their law library for research. Sarah had been a mildly successful fencer in undergrad, and appeared to have a compact, athletic body that was almost perfectly proportioned. She had long blonde hair and a lovely face with a look that always suggested that she knew something you didn't. She was also very bright, funny, witty, insightful, and hard worker. She was also in that day.

After a few deep breaths, I printed off a copy of the order and walked down to our miniscule library. Sarah worked at a desk there. "Uh, Sarah, I know that you go to the Federal courthouse a lot. Here is something you should see. It will seem like a joke when you read it, but I've checked and it is real." I handed her the order. She read the three sentences swiftly. 

"Yeah, I heard that they were thinking about this. A classmate of mine is interning with the Magistrate." 

"What do you think about this," I asked. "I was planning on you going with Amy and me to the Ford pretrial on the 16th. That is after this takes effect." 

"Oh, sure, I'll go," she said. Then she gave me a long look. "You'll have to comply also." She smiled widely. 

I wasn't quite sure how to react to that, so I said "hum" and turned to leave.

Sarah said, "Oh, I do have a question. With the Federal courthouse just across the street, wouldn't it be easier if we stripped off here and just walked over nude?"

"Wouldn't that earn us a lewdness bust from the city police," I asked.

Sarah responded, "I don't know. Wouldn't compliance with a court order be a defense?"

A little later, Terry, my secretary, came into my office. "Sarah showed me this new order. Are you going to take me to the Courthouse after the 14th?"

"You want to wander around the courthouse naked," I asked.

"Sure, what girl wouldn't mind stripping off and having some people see her if she could say that she was compelled to." This was a new insight into my secretary. Terry was 42, divorced with a teenage daughter. I had hired her about a year after I opened my own shop, when I was making enough to pay a living salary and realized that I had to have a secretary. Terry was sharp and a hard worker. She didn't shop online on my time, and never got angry or flustered. I wouldn't say that Terry was a great beauty, but she was a slender pleasant looking woman.

My largely rhetorical question to Sarah the day I learned of the order was answered on July 11, when the Court issued General Order 13-12a. The supplemental order stated that the Courthouse lacked facilities to store the clothes of all who came in. Consequently, the Court had talked with the local police and prosecutors and had reached an agreement that people walking nude on our city's streets would not be arrested or cited provided that they had a notice from the court scheduling an event in the courthouse and they were within a reasonable time of the event and within a reasonable distance of the courthouse. The Court already e-mailed out notices of settings that could be printed out. A machine had been installed at each of the courthouse street doors to provide a time and date-stamped ticket indicating when you left the courthouse. Sarah was genuinely pleased. "Great, that means that I can leave my clothes here, at least when I going with you to court."

Monday morning the 15th, I looked out my office window towards the west door into the Federal courthouse. Sure enough, I saw naked people walking into the courthouse carrying brief cases. Tomorrow, I would be one of those naked people. Amy called me that afternoon. "I talked with Sarah. I'm coming to your office first tomorrow. That way we can all strip off and walk over together."

Trying to be non-chalant, I said "Don't forget a towel to sit on in Judge X's chambers. You don't want your butt sticking to his leather chair."

Our pretrial was at 9:00 a.m. on the 16th. I got in at my usual 7:30, more than a bit nervous. Sarah came in my office at 8:15 to say that she had everything for the pretrial ready and in the conference room. Amy showed up at 8:25 and the three of us sat, talking about the case for a few minutes. At 20 minutes til, Amy stood up, smiled, and said "Well, we better get into our new court uniforms," and started unbuttoning her blouse. 

Sarah had worn a rather classy, and tight, dress. She walked over to me, said, "Would you get my zipper" and turned around. To my own surprise, I reached out and unzipped my law clerk's dress. Amy had her skirt off and was reaching back to undo her bra. Oh well, I took off my tie, slipped off my shoes, pulled my shirt out of my trousers, and unbuttoned it. I looked at Amy, who was topless, taking off her panty hose. Sarah was standing topless wearing only panties. When Amy got her hose off, both ladies looked at me. What the hell, I took my trousers and boxers down in one movement, and dropped them over a chair. Amy and Sarah both pushed down their panties and the three of us were standing there nude. Terry could see into the conference room from her work station. She stood up and applauded.

I said, "Well, its time, let's get our stuff and go." We grabbed our briefcases. Fortunately, there was no one else in the elevator, but it was a very strange sensation to step onto a sidewalk in Downtown stark naked at 8:50 a.m. The order was new enough that people Downtown weren't used to it yet. We were drawing some stares, especially Amy and Sarah who both looked absolutely wonderful. We were admitted to the courthouse by clothed FPS. Inside, you could see a mix of clothed court employees and other nude people walking about the main floor.

The pretrial conference went well, although our opposing counsel were two older male lawyers who obviously had not taken the new order as a prod to get into any kind of shape. The Judge made a few rulings, and we ironed out trial procedures. As predicted, the Judge, an ex-Marine Korean War vet, did ogle both Amy and Sarah. So did opposing counsel. I guess I did too, some. The Judge's law clerk, a fairly attractive young lady recently out of law school, was in a business suit. Once we got out business done, everyone stood up to leave. The Judge, looking straight at Amy and Sarah, said "this nudity thing may be ok after all. Maybe my law clerk should do it too." I glanced at the law clerk. To her credit, she looked straight back at the Judge and just smiled.

There was another hurdle. As we walked out of the courthouse, there was a TV news van on the street. A camera pointed at us, and someone holding a microphone said, "Are you lawyers?" Amy and I nodded. The microphone came into our faces. "What do you think about having to be nude in court?" I nodded my head towards Amy to let her answer. She gave a brief, very straight response about how unfortunate it was that terrorism had made this necessary, but safety was important and we all have to make sacrifices. The male reporter could not ignore the nude Sarah. He asked who she was and she explained that she was a law student working for me. What did she think about being nude in court? 

"I think it is great. Hopefully, it will introduce more people to the joys of nudism and naturism." 

There was another surprise when we got back to the office: Terry welcomed us back from court stark naked. She was a more pleasant looking woman than I thought. Back in the conference room, I said, "Sarah, there is something I want to ask you . . . ."

She interrupted, "the allover tan?" I nodded. "I'm a member at the naturist club out near Sedina," a small town about 50 miles east of the City. "I joined there so I could go nude without the risk of seeing anyone from school. I don't care who sees me, but it's a small school and I'm sure the story would get embellished. I don't need that. In warm weather, I go out there most weekends. I've come close to inviting you a few times, but you're my boss and I wasn't sure how you'd take it." 

Amy chimed in, "I'd love to go there with you."

Sarah asked her, "Saturday?" 

"Sure." Amy then turned to me, "You better come too. You looked at the two of us enough this morning, I'm sure you want to see more. Frankly, I enjoy seeing you like that, too." 

Sarah added, "As do I." 

Terry interjected, "can I come to?" 

"Sure." 

"My daughter?" 

Sarah asked, "How old is she?" 

Terry responded, "Just turned 18." 

"Absolutely," said Sarah. Looking back at me, Sarah said, "You are coming." It was a direction, not a question.

Terry spoke up again, "Sarah, can we talk for a moment?" 

"Certainly," Sarah said, and walked out of the conference room with Terry. Watching Sarah from behind was special. 

Amy caught me off guard by voicing my thoughts, "Sarah has a great behind. Doesn't she look much better nude than clothed?" 

I had to be honest, "yes, she does." 

Amy stood up, facing me. She had a half smile on her face. "And do I?" Trap question, but, fortunately, I could answer honestly again. 

"Amy, you are a very beautiful lady under any circumstances, wearing anything. But, yes, you do look especially beautiful nude." 

Before that went any farther with Amy, Sarah and Terry came back into the conference room. Sarah walked over until she was standing right in front of me. She spread her legs, exposing herself slightly.

"Boss, do you like seeing me nude?" 

"Yes, I actually do." 

"Do you like seeing Amy nude?"

"Yes, I do." 

"Do you like seeing Terry nude?" "Yes, I do."

"Are you feeling comfortable nude?" 

"Yes."

"Are you enjoying us seeing you nude?"

"Yes."

Sarah turned towards Amy and Terry. "Girls, do we like seeing him nude?" 

In unison, Amy and Terry answered "yes." 

"Girls, are we enjoying him seeing us nude?" 

Again, "yes." 

Sarah continued, "Boss, it is your shop, but I think that the rule should be no clothes on anyone for the rest of the day" and she smiled broadly. Terry and Amy were smiling too.

"Ok," I said. 

Amy asked, "Do you have another computer here on the web?" 

I answered, "Yes, there is one at the other secretarial station."

"Can I be seen there?"

"Yes."

"Great. If you don't mind, I think I'll work here the rest of the day."

"Sure, if you want to."

"Thank you. Let me get my phone and check my messages."

After Amy left the room, Terry pointed out that it was almost noon. "Let me order in pizza. The pizza guy will get a thrill." 

The pizza guy turned out to be a pizza girl, and she only hesitated briefly when she got off of the elevator and saw one naked guy and three naked women waiting for her. I paid her and she started out towards the elevator. She stopped, turned back to us and asked, "You all work here?" 

Sarah said "yes." 

"You taking applications?"

After we finished lunch, we started to get back to work. Amy went down the hall to our spare computer and Terry went out to her station. Terry soon came back into the conference room. "I'm sorry, I forgot. You have Lucinda coming in at 2:30." Lucinda was 72, the widow of a wealthy local businessman. However, Lucinda was a good businessperson in her own right and still going strong. She owned a small chain of shops which dealt in high-end second hand women's clothing and accessories. Her contractor doing the finish out for her newest store had fallen way behind schedule, delaying her opening for months. 

"Damn," I said, "we'll have to get dressed." (I was truly more comfortable now nude and certainly had no complaints about my colleagues.) 

Sarah piped up, "no, I think we'll be ok as we are with Lucinda. She also belongs to the club out at Sedina. Just let me call her so she knows what to expect." Sarah went off to make the call. She was back in a few minutes: "Lucinda is fine if we are nude. She just wants us to meet her at the office door nude at 2:30."

At 2:30, Sarah, Terry, and I were standing naked at the door to our offices. The elevator door opened and Lucinda stepped out. She was a tall woman who stood very straight. Typically, she was wearing heels, rather large earrings, and a necklace that was worth a lot more than I am. Atypically for a warm, dry July day, she wore a light raincoat. She stopped for a moment, looked at the three of us, then took the raincoat off and carefully laid it over the sofa by the elevator bank. But for her high heels and jewelry, Lucinda was now also stark naked. The years had definitely had their effect on her, but she was still slender, stood very erect, and moved gracefully. "Counselor, it is a pleasure to finally really see you. You also Terry. Sarah, it is a pleasure to see you again in your best outfit." 

Sarah and I spent about an hour with Lucinda figuring out what information we still needed to collect for her delay claim. When we finished, Sarah and I walked Lucinda into the foyer by the elevators. Lucinda turned to face us. "Counselor, I have always been impressed by your skill, attentiveness to clients, and your reasonable fees. I am happier to see that you and your staff are working nude. Sarah tells me that you are a convert to the clothes free lifestyle."

Sarah interjected, "I'm bringing him to the Club Saturday."



Legally Nude Ch. 02



I.

Sarah, Amy, Terry, Terry's daughter Mel, and I went together to the club Sarah belongs to the following Saturday. It was about 50 miles out of town in a very rural area. It can be very scenic in the fall, but ordinarily is not that interesting in the spring and summer. However, Amy and Sarah found a way to make the drive interesting by insisting that all five of us leave all of our clothing at my house when they picked me up. So four ladies and one guy did a 100 mile roundtrip into a quasi-Appalachian area completely nude, with no clothing in our vehicle.

Our visit to the club was very pleasant, but had only one aspect worth recounting. Sarah's friend, and our new client, Lucinda introduced us to another couple: Rex and Annette. I must confess that their appearance was somewhat off-putting. First, they were both very short. Rex apparently had no hair anywhere on his body. Annette had, very obviously, had breast augmentation. Her breasts didn't move at all as she walked. Rex quickly let us know that he ran a very successful software company. 

"Lucinda says that you have turned your law office into a nude office. I appreciate that greatly. Of course, we want to support members of the lifestyle. More fundamentally, I believe that it is much more difficult to dissemble when your genitals are visible to the person to whom you are speaking." As much as possible, I insist that all of our vendors' representatives be nude when they come to our offices. Ordinarily, wearing clothes is voluntary in our offices; and I and many of my staff frequently do not. However, if we know that a new representative is coming to visit from one of our vendors or business partners, we will make sure that everyone in the office is fully dressed and we will insist that the rep be fully nude. I can learn a great deal about a person by observing how he or she reacts as the only nude person in a room full of clothed people." Rex chuckled slightly and went on: "Of course, the reps hate it and complain to their employers. But, we make our vendors and partners a great deal of money, and my experience has been that, in the final analysis, most people will tolerate anything in return for enough money."

Rex took a breath, and continued his speech: "We are constantly entering new and unique contracts. We have acquired and couple of businesses over the last three years and we're always looking for sensible acquisitions. We also have constant intellectual property issues. Are any of these things with which you can help us?"

Before I could say anything, Amy piped up "Yes, of course, we can handle all of those issues."

Later, I asked Amy why she had said that. First, she wasn't, yet, even in the firm. Second, she and I are both litigators. The legal work Rex referred to is mainly transactional and neither of us had any experience with that.

Amy, supported by Sarah, quickly dismissed my concerns. "Harry, I'll be joining your office next week. As for transactional work, you're right that you and I can't do it. But, Rex generates a lot of business that we can use. I know a lawyer at Dunn & Smathers from the women lawyers group who can do it, and I think she'd fit our firm culture well." Amy turned to Sarah and asked, "Do you know Mala at D & S?"

Sarah responded enthusiastically, "yes, she's great; and I think she would fit in well to our culture."

Amy smiled at me, "that's settled then."

After we dropped Terry and Mel off that evening, Amy and Sarah stayed the night at my house. It was an interesting evening. Amy had never had sex with another woman. Sarah went down on her and produced what appeared to be a tremendous orgasm. Amy felt that she had to reciprocate and, with a bit of coaching, was able to get Sarah off very nicely. I was not ignored. Sarah taught both me and Amy about the pleasure of prostate massage.

II.

Monday, I was sitting in my office when Amy walked in. While you might think that I would have gotten used to it, seeing Amy nude is always a thrill. She is a beautiful lady clothed and an extraordinarily beautiful lady in the nude. 

"I've resigned from my other firm. I put together a partnership agreement for us." 

With that Amy handed me a several page document. Most of it was pretty standard about allocating profit and loss, who has authority to make major decisions, and the like. There was a provision for Sarah to become a partner once she was licensed. However, paragraph 16 was atypical. It read:

"Unless prohibited by law, client expectations, or professional standards, the partners shall be completely nude at all times while engaged in partnership business and at all times while in the presence of each other. Employees of the partnership are not required to be nude during working hours, but shall be encouraged to do so by the partners. Each partner agrees that all parts of his or her body shall be fully available at all times to every other partner for any purpose."

I looked up at Amy, who was smiling. 

"16 is critical," she said. "If you want to bend me over a conference table and screw me in the ass, or I want to bend you over and do you with a strap-on, we must have that right."

"I'm fine with that," I said. "Has Sarah seen this?"

"Yes, she loved it."

At that point, Sarah walked into my office. Seeing her nude was equally as thrilling as seeing Amy. "You're signing that, aren't you?" She asked.

"Of course." We all three signed the partnership agreement on the spot. We heard Terry coming into work.

Amy said, "Let me talk to Terry and explain about the new partnership." About ten minutes later Amy returned.

"Terry is on board, and has already undressed. I offered her a bonus for each day she worked nude, but she turned it down. She said that the opportunity to work naked was reward enough." Amy smiled, and added, "Terry also asked if we have a summer job for Mel."

III.

A bit later, I was walking through our reception area and ran into Amy, fully clothed.

"I'm off to a meeting with Mala. She'd be perfect. I think that I can lure her from D & S."

Late that afternoon, Amy called Sarah and me into the main conference room. She handed us copies of Mala's resume. After reading it, I said "I'm impressed, for a relatively young lawyer she has been the lead on some very complex deals."

"And she has a lot of IP experience," Sarah added.

Looking at Amy, I said "She's great, but, does she know how we operate?"

Amy responded, "I explained it to her. She seemed ok, but she wanted to discuss it with her fiancé. She's supposed to come in to meet with all three of us at ten tomorrow. I guess we'll find out then whether she's willing to practice law nude."

"On another matter," Sarah said, "Rex called today. I got a 15 minute monologue, the gist of which is that, if we want any work from him, the three of us have to attend the party he and Annette are giving at their house Saturday." Sarah's face showed a bit of displeasure.

"Is there a problem with that?" I asked 

"I've heard that Rex's parties can be a bit crude, and he likes to push his guests out of their comfort zones," Sarah responded.

"But, getting a chunk of Rex's work is central to our plan to be a nudist law firm," interjected Amy. "I don't think that we have any choice but to go."

"Ok, I'll get back to him and say we'll be there," Sarah conceded.

The next morning, Amy, Sarah, and I were in our conference room, nude, of course. You can see from our conference room through our reception to the elevators. On the dot of 10:00 a.m., the elevator rang, and the door opened to reveal a lovely lady with black hair and dark skin. Amy whispered in my ear "Mala." Apparently, Mala wanted to make a statement that she was comfortable with our working conditions. All she wore were heels and a string of pearls. Amy and I walked into reception to greet Mala.

"I'm impressed. You rode up the elevator nude," Amy said approvingly.

Mala giggled slightly. "Yeah, I wanted to give you guys a message right away, but I didn't realize how much fun it would be. Peter, my fiancé, came over with me. I just wore a coat that I gave to him right before I got on the elevator. He's down on the first floor waiting for me." Mala smiled a very magnetic smile. "I'm disappointed that no one else got on the elevator."

We escorted Mala into the conference room and started the usual conversations that attend a lawyer joining a new firm. I mentally stepped back a moment, however, and mused on what had gone right in my life. Here I am sitting nude in a conference room with three extremely beautiful ladies who were also nude. Two of them are my partners, and the third is likely to become my partner. We're discussing a business arrangement that will have all four of us working together nude on a daily basis. Life simply cannot get any better.

We reached agreement pretty easily. Among other benefits, I think nude meetings get more done. It is difficult to posture when you're naked. Amy then handed Mala our partnership agreement. Mala read it slowly, twice. A look of anger came across her beautiful face.

"This paragraph 16. I'm obviously ok with the nudity, but does this mean that he (looking at me) can finger my cunt anytime he wants to?"

Amy said, rather firmly, "That's exactly what it means. Or Sarah or I can finger you. Or Harry can stick his dick in your ass."

Mala inquired further, "And I could grab his dick or lick your cunt lips whenever I wanted to?"

Amy nodded affirmatively.

Mala's face broke into a wide smile. "Great. That's a privilege I intend to use regularly and it better be used on me." With that, Mala signed the agreement. We had our fourth partner.

IV.

Saturday evening, Amy, Sarah, and I showed up at Rex's and Annette's party. They had what can fairly be called a mansion back a long driveway in the ritzy, faux rural district on the east side of town where the genuinely wealthy lived. The mansion was surrounded by what seemed to be acres of meticulously tended lawn.

The front door had a sign with an arrow pointing us left to the side of the house. As we walked round the side, we encountered a gorgeous young lady standing in front of a wall of shelves partitioned off into small storage spaces as you might see at a public pool.

"You can leave your clothes here," the young lady announced. Ok, not a problem for us. We stripped off. The young lady handed us each a slip of paper with the number 12 written on it. "Numbers will be called each half hour," she said.

As I was looking quizzically at Amy and Sarah, another young lady walked up. "Please follow me." She led us to a place where some plywood had been mounted on posts to create an opaque wall. They plywood ran from above our heads to about the middle of our waists. We could not see who or what was on the other side, but our lower bodies were fully exposed. Small boards ran off of the plywood, perpendicular to the ground just below chest height, creating something like stalls. The young lady directed each of us into a separate "stall."

The second young lady explained, "Each new guest at one of Rex's parties is required to stand here. I'll be back to get you in twenty minutes. During that time, anyone on the other side may touch you. But, they may only touch your genitals and they may only touch you with parts of their body. No pens, knives, cigarettes, or harmful stuff. Don't worry, everyone here is STD free. Also, there is no talking with whoever is touching you."

I stood between Amy and Sarah. After a few minutes, I heard a sharp intake of breath from Sarah. Looking down, I could see a hand below the plywood fingering her clit. Just then, I felt a hand cup my balls. I couldn't tell if the hand was male or female. The hand started stroking the underside of my dick. As you'd expect, I became very hard pretty quickly. A pause, then I felt a tongue licking the head of my dick. Shortly, I was getting a full, and expertly done, blow job.

I came, quite forcefully, in the stranger's mouth at about the same time I heard the familiar sounds of Sarah's orgasm. Amy had been left alone so far. But, as I was catching my breath, I heard her laugh. Looking down, I could see two hands on the insides of her thighs pushing her legs apart. Wanting to play along, Amy spread her legs. She yelped as a large penis appeared and was thrust into her vagina. Holding onto the makeshift armrests, Amy received an energetic humping. I knew that Amy had come when I heard her yell. I watched the strange penis withdraw from her. It did not appear that the stranger had come. Amy reached a hand between her legs, felt herself, and looked at me, shaking her head "no."

Those were the highlights of our time behind the wall. I'm guessing each of the ladies and I were fondled or stroked about 15 times during our 20 minute stint. Finally, the young lady returned, now nude herself. She led us out from behind the wall and we could see the large number of other guests, all nude, at various places around the lawn. The young lady smiled, "Did you enjoy the wall? I did when I did it. Drinks are over there."

"Excuse me," I asked "what is the number for?"

The young lady smiled even more broadly. "If your number is called, you have to give a sex performance on the stage over there. After each performance, the guests score the performers. I go home with the performers receiving the highest score, dressed just as I am now. I hope that you guys are called and win. I think I'd enjoy a night with you three."

Expected to be continued. 



Legally Nude Ch. 03



I.

Fortunately or not, I'm not really sure which; our number was not called at Rex's and Annette's party. The three of us stayed no longer than we thought client relations demanded and then went to Amy's. I am sure that the three of us had a better time at Amy's than we missed at the party.

Middle of next week, Amy got a call from Rex asking our help for a new corporate acquisition he was planning. Amy passed the ball to Mala and thought little more of it. I know, because Terry told me, that Mala had a nude meeting in the conference room with Rex and some of his staff that Friday afternoon. About 5:30 that Friday, Amy, Sarah, Terry, Mel and I were sitting in the kitchen having drinks. Mala walked in and Amy asked how the work was going with Rex.

"The deal looks ok, and we should be able to bill in six figures. Sarah, if you can, I'll need your help with some due diligence." Mala paused, and then continued, "But, our meeting today was strange."

"How so," Sarah asked.

Mala answered, "for one thing, he brought his new finance person. She is adorable, but I doubt that she's ever been nude outside her shower. She went white when I greeted them nude, pink when Rex and his acquisitions guy took their clothes off, and nearly fainted when Rex told her to take her clothes off."

"Did she," Sarah asked.

"Yeah, she did, and she has a body that should be nude all the time; but she was not comfortable. Too bad that I'm a witness so we can't defend the sexual harassment suit that's coming, "Mala said. "Rex didn't make it easier for her either."

"What did he do," Sarah asked.

Mala made a face. "He asked me to masturbate during the meeting."

Amy chimed in, "that's over the top. What did you do?"

"I did what he asked," Mala said. "I'm just glad he didn't try to touch me. They guy is creepy. But I don't have a problem getting myself off in front of someone."

Mel piped up, "like this." We turned and saw that Mel was fingering her.

Mala smiled, hopped her butt up onto the table, spread her legs and began working on her. "No, I prefer to do it like this."

While Mel and Mala were working on getting themselves off, Sarah walked out of the lunchroom. A couple of minutes later, she walked back in with two large dildos. She tossed one to Amy who swiftly started working it into and out of her pussy. Sarah spread her legs, leaned back in a chair, and began to apply the other dildo to her. Glancing over at Terry, I could see that she was also working on her own clit.

After a few minutes, the girls started coming one back one. Listening to five self-induced female orgasms is not the worst way to start your weekend.

After the girls were through, Sarah got up and walked over to where I was sitting. "Now it's your turn," she said.

Mala lay back on the table so her head was at the edge. "As my partner, I think you have a duty to come on my face."

Sarah led me over so that I was standing in front of Mala, whose face was a few inches below my very stiff dick. Sarah slapped my ass and said, "Whack it off, Boss."

Among other things, Mala has a very beautiful face with entrancing eyes. Looking down, I saw those eyes looking at my balls and the underside of my dick. Our new partnership agreement didn't say anything about any of us touching ourselves, but I thought, 'what the hell" and began stroking myself. Looking up, I saw the other four beauties standing nude around our table watching me.

Sooner than I care to admit, I shot. The first part of my load landed squarely on Mali's neatly trimmed cunt hair. A second just missed her navel. The rest came down on her face. As if on cue, each of the other ladies reach out a finger and lifted some of my cum off of Mali's beautiful body. Each lady put the finger in her mouth.

After a moment, Amy announced "The remainder of our firm bonding session will take place in the shower. Since we're all good friends, I think we'll fit."

II.

I had to go into the office Saturday. I had just gotten my clothes off when Mala appeared in my door. Smiling, she said "thank you for cumming on me last night." After a pause, her look darkened some. "We need to talk. Can you come with my down to Amy's office?"

I followed Mala's beautiful bare ass down the hall to Amy's office. Amy actually had her bare feet up on her desk, knees slightly bent, legs slightly spread. I was instantly reminded that, while I was privileged to work with several very beautiful ladies, Amy was special.

To summarize, Mala's issue was her fiancé. After initially being supportive, he had changed his mind and decided that he did not want Mala working naked every day.

"And he doesn't know everything we do here," Mala added.

Of course, the bottom line was what did Mala want to do. If she chose to leave, we would respect that; but there would be a number of issues to resolve like who would get Rex's work. Seeing this as primarily a woman's issue, I tried to keep quiet and let Amy and Mala work through it.

Finally, Amy started moving to closure with a question: "Mala, do you enjoy working here?"

Mala paused and thought. Slowly, she said, "yes, thinking about it, I don't think that I could go back to a clothed workplace. You guys are so good to be around. The sex is great, and we don't let it get in the way of getting the job done."

Amy raised a point that had occurred to me. "Does your fiancé know how committed you are to us?"

"Yes, I've told him," Mala responded.

Amy made her point: "If he knows that being here means a lot to you and he still wants you to give it up, I think that's a problem. If you agree, you are setting a precedent that his desires override yours. Do you want to have a marriage on that basis?"

Mala sat for a few minutes in thought. Then she brightened. "I'm getting dressed and going home. See you two Monday."

After Mala left, I looked at Amy. "I hope we see her Monday, "I said. "I think your point was right on, this sounds like a control issue."

Amy responded, "I agree. But, if they were are engaged, I assume there is a strong emotional connection and love there. That is going to be hard for her to walk away from. And, maybe, she shouldn't."

III.

I had court in an adjoining county Monday morning, so I was last into the office. Terry was picking up the phone as I walked through our reception. Back in my office, I had gotten down to my boxers when Mala walked in.

"Please, don't let me delay you in taking those off," she said. I dropped the boxers and set them on the credenza. Mala's olive skin seemed to gleam.

"The fiancé and I talked all day Saturday. The apartment is mine. He moved out Sunday," Mala reported.

Concerned, I asked "are you really ok with that?"

Mala smiled and walked right up to me. She put an arm around my waist. "Yes, I'm really ok with it. I'm a committed part of your harem."

I pulled back. "Harem? That is uncalled for. We are partners, "I declared.

Mala moved close to me again. "Chill. It's not an insult. Don't you understand that Amy and Sarah and Terry, and maybe Mel, are here because they love you? I can't tell you what it is, but I've caught the bug too."

At that point, I heard clapping. Looking up, I saw Amy, Sarah, Terry, and Mel standing nude in the doorway applauding. Mel walked over to my side opposite Mala. "I have the bug too," she said.

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Legally Nude Ch. 04



Even at a nude law firm, ordinary life moves forward. I was confronted one morning by a very distressed Terry. Her daughter Mel, who was working for us that summer, had been accepted as an undergraduate at Yale and, obviously, wanted to go there. When Terry spoke to her ex-husband, Mel's father, about the cost of sending her to Yale, Terry's ex informed her that he'd contribute half of the tuition cost to send Mel to our largest in-state state university but not a dime more. Amy volunteered to read over Terry's divorce decree and shared-parenting agreement. They were ambiguous. Because Mel was now 18, her father had no longer had an independent legal duty to provide for her education.

Amy and I separately called lawyers whom we knew specializing in family law and independently received the same advice. There was no realistic chance that Terry's ex would be ordered to pay the higher cost of Yale rather than State U. That got the four of us (Amy, Mala, Sarah, me) thinking. After talking to a tax and employee benefits specialist, we concluded that we might get away with offering undergraduate tuition and housing cost as an employee benefit. The idea was for the firm to pay for Mel to go to Yale in a way that wouldn't have Terry owing vastly increased income tax. The catch was that, if IRS ever looked at it, eyebrows could be raised because (a) Mel was only an employee for a few months, and (b) Mel was the only employee who could use the benefit since Terry already had a B.A.

The next bit of real life was Sarah graduating from law school. Amy, Mala, and I finally met Sarah's parents and her sister at the graduation ceremony. After getting her diploma, Sarah went to lunch with her family and then to a party with her, now former, classmates. Amy, Mala, and I were sitting nude on my front porch about 9:00 p.m. that night when Sarah showed up. She quickly removed her clothes and joined us for a drink. Later, the four of us went inside to celebrate Sarah's graduation more intimately.

After graduation, Sarah basically vanished for about two months to prepare for the bar exam. She came back to work in mid-August and, at the end of September; we learned that she had passed. We had another small party, but we let Sarah spend her swearing-in at the state capital with her family.

Sarah got her license not a moment too soon in my opinion. I had been engaged to prosecute a substantial trade secrets case. A division head for one of our larger local companies had left along with the division's sales manager and its top technical person. Those three gentlemen moved to Tampa and set up a business in direct competition with their former employer. We also knew from the employer's computer logs that the sales manager had downloaded the employer's customer lists, account histories, and a variety of technical data an hour before he turned in his letter of resignation. Because the alleged theft occurred in our city, we were able to sue in our local federal court.

The Defendants were, obviously, well-financed. They engaged the largest of our local law firms; a very button-down-shirt and silk-stocking place whose litigators took pride in engaging in "Rambo" litigation. The case exceeded any other I ever handled in the number of motions filed and hearings held. In what I took as an attempt to embarrass my client, the defense lawyers took to referring to us in their court-filings as the "nudist lawyers" and "naked counsel." 

Fortunately, the case was assigned to the chief judge of the district. After about the fourth set of filings replete with such references, the judge called a hearing at which every attorney working on the case was required to be present. At the hearing, she informed opposing counsel that our preferences regarding clothing had absolutely nothing to do with the case. In the event that references to "nudist lawyers" or the like appeared in any future filings, everyone working on the case at the defense firm, including secretaries and paralegals, would be required to appear in her court as a group and strip completely naked or be jailed for contempt. Opposing counsel switched to more traditional epithets like "liars" and "snake oil salesmen."

Nudity did become an issue in the case again. A lady who used to work for our client had retired and now lived in a clothing optional resort outside of Orlando. We knew from interviewing her that the defendants had tried to recruit her to their new company and had made a number of damaging admissions. Since we could not force her to appear in our court, we needed to take her deposition. She was perfectly happy to be deposed, provided that she and everyone else present in the deposition room was nude. We could have subpoenaed her to appear for a clothed deposition, but we expected favorable testimony from her and did not wish to antagonize her into a convenient loss of memory.

Finding a court reporter and videographer in Florida who were willing to work nude was surprisingly easy. However, opposing counsel blew a gasket. After another flurry of motions and responses, the chief judge ruled that opposing counsel could either be in the deposition room nude or participate in the deposition clothed by telephone. Being in a deposition by phone is not a satisfactory alternative for a lawyer, especially when the other side's lawyers are in the room with the witness.

Buoyed by the chief judge's ruling (which was, thankfully, not subject to an immediate appeal), we scheduled the deposition for a meeting room at the witness's resort. Shortly before Sarah and I left for Florida for the deposition, we were informed that a lawyer for the defendants would be present in person. We had scheduled the deposition for a Friday so that Sarah and I could stay over at the resort Saturday.

Sarah and I had also stayed at the resort Thursday night. Thus, we were able to go to the deposition room nude. We must have been an amusing sight, naked and pulling our wheeled litigation bags behind us. The reporter and videographer had just arrived and were undressing when a fairly tall blonde-haired lady in a business suit walked in. She appeared to be in her late twenties and introduced herself as an associate with the opposing firm. Her name was Carla. It was obvious that Carla was not thrilled to be there.

A moment later, the witness and her lawyer walked into the room, both nude. The witness's lawyer immediately began lecturing Carla about the ground rules for the deposition, i.e., that everyone had to be completely nude. I thought that Carla might cry, but, she resignedly acknowledged that she knew the rules and began to undress. As is true of most people, Carla looked much better nude than in the business suit.

As depositions tend to, this one went on all day. Sarah and I were quite pleased, however, with the testimony we were getting. We took a lunch break and, as the resort had a restaurant on premises, we did not have to dress to get lunch. Carla, who had finally given up trying to cover her breasts and pubes, ate by herself. Walking back from lunch with us, she asked the time of our flight back north. Sarah explained that we were staying over Saturday and flying back on Sunday. 

"You could stay here and go back Sunday, too. There are seats on our flight," Sarah told the other lawyer. I think Sarah was just teasing.

We took a break again around 3:30 p.m. Carla spent much of the break on her cell phone. The deposition concluded around 5:30 p.m. As we were gathering up our papers, Sarah asked Carla what time her flight left.

Appearing somewhat embarrassed, Carla told Sarah, "I took your suggestion. I changed my flight. I'm staying here tomorrow. I decided that I'd never again have a good excuse to run around with no clothes on so, if I wanted to try it, this was the time." 

Sarah responded, "you don't need an excuse to go naked. That it feels great is reason enough."

Sarah and I did get dressed to go to dinner off of the resort as I remembered a very good Italian place on a small lake north of Orlando. We got back late and went straight to our room. Consequently, we don't know what Carla did Friday night.

Saturday morning, Sarah and I had already claimed chaises by the pool when Carla came out. Although she was bare, she was holding her towel against her chest so that it draped down and covered most of her front. Sarah called out to her. As Carla approached us, Sarah pointed to the chaise next to her.

"That one's vacant. Put your towel on it and join us," Sarah said.

Carla hesitated. I think she was trying to decide whether it was worse to be naked around people whom she knew slightly and would see again or around complete strangers. I guess she finally decided that, as long as we were around the resort, we were going to see her anyway.

"Thank you," Carla responded to Sarah. She put a book she was carrying on the chaise. However, it took several more moments and, it appeared, some effort of will for Carla to drop her towel and let us see her bare front. At the risk of repeating myself, she looked much better nude than clutching a towel.

"Where can I get some coffee?" Carla asked.

Knowing that the resort's bar was already open, I volunteered to get some for her. As I stood up, Sarah brushed her hand gently along my butt.

"Harry, will you get me a bloody?" Sarah asked.

I could tell from Carla's face that she had seen Sarah's hand gliding along my bare butt.

I fetched Carla's coffee, Sarah's bloody Mary, and a beer for myself. As the morning turned to mid-day, we persuaded Carla to switch from coffee to wine. The alcohol loosened Carla up some, and she questioned us at length about our nude experiences, both inside and outside the office. Carla had difficulty believing that we usually worked nude in the office. Carla had greater difficulty believing that everyone else in our office usually worked nude too.

All of the chaises around the pool had filled. At one point, Carla leaned over to Sarah and said something I did not hear. I inferred from the facts that Sarah got up and had Carla follow her and that the two ladies were back reasonably soon that Carla need to use the restroom but didn't want to walk around naked by herself looking for it.

As the Florida sun became hot in the afternoon, a volleyball game started in the pool. In good nudist tradition, we, as the strangers, were invited to join. It took some work, but we got Carla into the pool and into the game. The combination of sun, water, and alcohol did loosen Carla up some. A couple of times, she leapt for balls and fell into the young man playing behind her. The second time, they were both laughing.

About 5:30, Sarah and I decided to shower off and eat in the resort's restaurant. Sarah invited Carla to join us.

Sarah explained, "I'm sure this is like most resorts. Some people will dress for dinner, but all you really need is a towel to sit on. We'll meet you there in twenty minutes."

"Please give me 45," Carla responded. That was ok with us.

Sarah and I went to dinner bare. Carla had dressed fully, including a string of pearls. We had a surprisingly good dinner. Then Sarah invited Carla to join us at the dance in the resort's bar/club.

"All you should wear to the dance are your pearls, and maybe shoes," Sarah advised. "Dressed you will really stick out."

"I couldn't go dancing naked," Carla replied.

"No one here knows you except us. We won't tell." Sarah responded. "Every girl wants to dance naked. Now is your chance."

Sarah's persuasive skill, and some more wine, extracted a promise from Carla to go to the dance. Sarah and I went back to our room to get ready. Sarah had come prepared for the dance. She put on long white gloves that came up nearly to her elbows, white shoes with spike heels, and tied a long strand of fake pearls around her waist. That was all she wore. Then Sarah tied a bowtie around my neck. That was all that I wore.

We had only been at the dance a few minutes when Carla walked in tentatively wearing only her pearl necklace. The necklace had an erotic effect and, in the lower light, Carla really looked very desirable. Sarah pointed that out to me. I responded, truthfully, that no one looked better than Sarah, with the long white gloves accentuating her naked torso.

We got Carla to our table and got her a drink. Sarah likes to dance, so we were out on the floor much of the time. The slow dances were wonderful, holding Sarah's bare body firmly to mine. However, we both noticed that Carla remained sitting by herself.

When another slow dance started, Sarah grabbed Carla's hand and said "here, dance with Harry."

Carla shook her head no, but Sarah was insistent. I remained neutral. Finally, Carla looked at me, unsure, but stepped towards me onto the dance floor. We danced as far apart as our arms would allow. Carla was a good dancer and I complimented her on that. As the number finished and another slow song started, we headed for our table only for Sarah to gesture that we should stay on the floor. 

This time, Carla was not so hesitant. She smiled at me. "I guess Sarah wants a longer break," she said. 

We went back towards the center of the dance floor. Glancing back towards Sarah, I saw her gesturing at me to hold Carla closer. Carla saw that too, and moved closer to me. Very soon both of our fronts were touching.

"Please move your right hand down," Carla asked me. My hand had been on her shoulder blade. I moved it down to her waist.

"A bit lower please," Carla said. I looked at her. She smiled. I moved my hand down to about mind way on her left cheek. Carla moved her right hand onto my ass as well. It was a long song, and we finished it holding each other very close. Carla gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

"That was very nice. I've enjoyed this trip a lot more than I expected," Carla said softly.

By now, it was getting late and we had to leave fairly early to catch a mid-day flight home. Sarah whispered a suggestion that we invite Carla back to our room. I shook my head no. We said goodnight to Carla and made arrangements to meet her in the morning. She was on the same flight with us and would ride with us to Orlando airport. Walking back to our room, I explained to Sarah that, since Carla represented our opponent in our case, asking her back to the room created, at least, an appearance of impropriety. Sarah agreed. Besides, we needed no one beyond each other to have a very pleasant remainder of the night.

Our trip to the airport and our flight back home on Sunday was uneventful. As we picked up our litigation bags at baggage claim, we said au revoir to Carla.

"I hope to see more of you," Carla said. Then she blushed, recognizing the double meaning. "Of course, I also hope that you will see more of me again too."

Carla was ok. I suspected that, at heart, she was too human to survive very long at her firm. Sarah suggested that we keep her in mind if we ever needed to add more lawyers. I opined that the current case would have to be over for a while before it would not look bad for us to offer Carla a job.

We drove downtown to drop our litigation bags. Since the building was usually nearly vacant on Sundays, we stripped off in the garage. We rode up the garage elevator, walked across the lobby, and then rode another elevator up to our floor. The front office door was unlocked, indicating that Amy or Mala or both were in. Sarah and I went to our respective offices to drop our stuff. Then I walked around the suite to see who else was in.

Our suite was not huge, and I was becoming perplexed that the only person I could find was Sarah. The second time I walked by the bathroom/shower, I heard a groan. I went in and found Amy lying nude on the floor. She was not entirely coherent, but I gathered that she had a very severe pain in her abdomen. I went to the nearest phone and dialed 911. After ordering the life squad, I called building security to tell them EMTs were coming to our suite.

Fortunately, Sarah kept a warm-up suit in her office for emergencies. Sarah put that on and went with Amy in the ambulance. The EMTs told me they were taking Amy to University Hospital, so I went back to the garage as fast as possible, dressed, and broke a few speed limits getting to the hospital.

Even at a nude law firm, real life can come crashing in.

Expected to be continued.



Legally Nude Ch. 05



To try to make a long and very painful story short, a battery of tests and scans disclosed the devastating news that Amy had advanced liver cancer. Surgery was impossible. She tried a new treatment recommended by the oncologist, but it did nothing to slow the spread of the disease. As Amy became more disabled by her illness, I stopped going to work and moved in with her to take care of her. Towards the end, I was carrying her to the bathroom, setting her on the toilet, and wiping her ass. 

Reading that last sentence, it sounds disgusting. At the time, it wasn't. I felt that I had let Amy down by letting her get sick and then not being able to make her well. I was determined to do whatever I could for her, no matter how mundane or dirty.

Amy passed only a few months after her diagnosis. I was a mess. I stumbled through a private graveside service. That was followed by a public memorial service at the largest Protestant church in town. Even in that huge facility, it was standing room only with Amy's friends, colleagues, and then many others whose lives she had touched. I sat with Sarah and Mala. They told me later that they tried to talk to me, but all I did was grunt. I have no recollection. After the service, there was a "reception." I did not go. Rather, I stumbled off to my car and went home. Although I was completely sober, I was probably more dangerous driving than someone who blows 2.0. I was in a daze, depressed, and didn't give a shit.

Fortunately, I made it home. I went into the house, undressed, and poured a vodka & tonic. That should have been a wake-up call to me, because I almost never drink hard liquor. I sat in a chair in the living room drinking and berating myself for having let Amy die. Everything seemed pointless. I doubt that I could have mustered the energy, or the will, to go take a leak. I was wallowing in my misery.

A couple of hours later, my front door opened. Sarah and Mala walked in and took their clothes off. Sarah walked over to where I was sitting, picked up my glass, went to the kitchen and poured it out. When she walked back into the room, Mala said "Harry, we need to talk."

Generally, it is not a good thing for the guy when a woman tells him "we need to talk." Amazingly, I did not feel at all intoxicated. I waited with trepidation for whatever was coming next.

Sarah started, "Harry, we know that losing Amy has been very hard on you. You two had a connection that predates me, and was very strong. We were happy to cover the practice while you took care of her. But, it is over. You know how committed Amy was to our firm and to our way of practicing and living. The best thing you can do to honor her memory is to snap out of it. We need you back in the office."

I assume trying to lighten the mood, Mala added, "And in us. I love Sarah and Terry dearly, but seeing only bare tits and cunts at work every day is getting old. I want to see you dick bouncing around the office again."

Sarah glanced at Mala, and then she said, "Harry, Mala and I have talked at length. We want to move in with you. Both of us, permanently."

My face must have registered something akin to shock because Sarah went on. "I know it sounds a bit weird, but losing Amy has left a huge void in your life. The only other people who can fill that void are Mala and me. We share your work and your lifestyle, and we know you. We both love you very much, and we know that you love us very much. We decided that it didn't make any sense for one of us to pair up with you and leave the other 'outside.' The only sensible thing is for the three of us to live together."

I had just buried one of the three greatest ladies on earth. Now, the other two were saying that they both wanted to live with me. How long could that last, I thought. This had to be just something to motivate me to come back to work.

Mala was reading my mind. "Harry, we're talking lifetime commitment here. You know that we can't legally have a three-way marriage, but that's the concept. We're planning on being here when Viagra won't get you up and our tits sag to our knees. Trust us, it will work. We'll make it work."

Somehow, I realized that Sarah and Mala were completely sincere. In my raw emotional state, this affected me powerfully, and I think that I teared up. After looking at them for a few moments, I knew that they were right. I did love them both, very much. There was a special bond between us. I also knew that Amy would approve, wholeheartedly. I nodded my head yes, and croaked out "What do you want me to do?"

Mala was lying back, spreading her legs. Sarah smiled and said, "Well you can start by eating Mala."

I like to think that I would have come out of it eventually anyway, but the proposal from Sarah and Mala got me out of my grieving, self-pitying state of mind. We got them completely moved into my house within a few days. While Amy was always in my mind, setting up house with Sarah and Mala was, quite simply, the best thing that had ever happened to me. Our one ground rule, with a few practical exceptions, was that all three of us stayed nude at all times at home. I deeded my property from myself to Sarah, Mala, and myself as joint tenants with right of survivorship. All three of us closed our bank and brokerage accounts and pooled our assets in joint accounts with survivorship.

Oddly, my first day back in the office was a bit like taking off a weighted vest. Things felt back to normal. Sarah, Mala, and I were riding in together now, and all three of us liked to get in early. I was just taking my cup of hot tea out of the microwave when Terry walked into the kitchen. She hugged me very tightly. Then, she stepped back and step, looked down, and smiled. "It is really good to see a naked penis in this office again. Welcome back, Boss."

After a few weeks had passed, I was fully back into the swing; and our "marriage" was working very well. I was sitting in my office one afternoon, early in the week, when Mala walked in.

"You know that I've been doing a decent amount of work for Claire Robertson, don't you?" she asked. 

Claire Robertson was the wife of the COO of our locally based international consumer products company. She was pretty high visibility through her volunteer work with local arts organizations and charities. I was not aware that our firm did any work for her, and said so.

"Yes," Mala, responded, "I set up a couple of non-profits for her, helped her with the blow-up over the symphony board, and set up a trust for her kids. But, that isn't the point. The point is that she's invited me to one of the 'soirees' she and her husband give periodically. It is Saturday night, formal dress. I need a date and you're it."

Of course, I enjoy doing anything with Mala, but my face must have revealed that I was less than enthused about a rich couple's "soiree." Mala giggled. "Don't look that way. If what I hear is true, the Robertsons' parties can be pretty interesting, "Mala told me.

"Interesting in what way, "I asked.

Mala giggled again. "I don't know whether what I have heard is true, so I don't want to give you unjustified expectations. Just keep an open mind. Do you have a tux that fits?"

I did have a tux that fit, and was wearing it standing in our living room while Sarah lounged nude on the sofa early that Saturday evening. (One exception to our mandatory nudity rule is that, if one of us is going somewhere clothes must be worn, he or she can be dressed in the house for a "reasonable time" before leaving. The clothes must be removed immediately upon returning to the house.) I was waiting for Mala, and it was worth the wait. 

When Mala walked into the room, I was stunned. Sarah just said, "Wow!" Mala's black hair was fixed up on her head, showing her lovely neck. I can't tell you the official color of her gown, but it worked perfectly with her black hair and olive skin. The gown was cut low in front with a long slit up her left thigh. It's tight fit emphasized Mala's perfect figure. While she will always look best nude, Mala was a vision that evening. She linked her arm in mine, looked at Sarah, and said, "We won't stay out too late, Mom."

Naturally, the Robertsons lived in the ritziest part of town, where three and four storey mansions sat on 15 to 30 acre lots surrounded by fences and driveways with electronic gates. The Robertsons' gate was open and their three storey mansion was ablaze with light as we drove in that November evening. I left my keys with one of the college-age guys parking cars outside and Mala and I walked in the front door. Just inside, a college-age girl dressed like a waitress at a five-star restaurant wished us a good evening and handed me a slip of paper. I looked at the slip and saw that all that was on it was the number 23. I asked Mala if she knew what the slip was about. She just giggled.

Another "waitress" showed us into a huge, high-ceiling room with a parquet floor. A live string quartet was playing at low volume in one corner. Several more waitresses were circulating with treys of champagne or canapés. The room appeared to have about 25 to 30 couples, all in "evening" dress. A quick look showed me that the guest list covered a wide range of ages, from grey-haired couples to 20-somethings. The other thing that struck me was that, at first glance, everyone appeared reasonably fit. I did not see the paunches which I routinely expected at an event like this.

A few moments after we entered the large room, a lady who looked to be early 60s came quickly towards us. Despite her apparent age, the lady had an outstanding figure which her evening dress flattered.

As the lady walked up, she said in a level tone, "Mala, how good to see you. I'm so glad that you could join us this evening."

Mala responded, "Mrs. Robertson, thank you very much for the invitation. I am honored."

Mrs. Robertson gave a slight downward wave of her hand. "I've told you before to call me Claire." Turning towards me, Mrs. Robertson extended her hand.

Mala made the introduction, "Claire, this is my partner Harry." Mrs. Robertson had a firm grip as I shook her hand. Just then, a tall, thin man with silver hair walked up.

Putting her arm around the man's waist, Mrs. Robertson said, "This is my husband Rick." Rick gave a slight bow.

"Mala, you look very beautiful," Rick said. Turning to me, he said, "I've heard a great deal about you, and it is my pleasure to meet you." After we shook hands, Rick said "We do enjoy entertaining, but these events can easily become a bore. We've tried to add a bit of interest to our evening. We hope that you enjoy yourselves."

Mala giggled again as the Robertsons walked away. Mala obviously knew something which I didn't. I looked at her, but she just gave me one of her very beautiful smiles. We took champagne from a server and began to mingle. Fortunately, the other guests with whom we spoke were reasonably interesting. We were talking with the president of a local bank and his younger wife when the quartet stopped playing. Rick and Claire Robertson stood in front of the musicians. Rick was holding a microphone while Claire held a leather pouch.

As Rick Robertson started speaking, I realized that his voice was coming from speakers set into the ceiling. "Friends, thank you all for coming this evening. As some of you know, we try to do a little something to enliven our soirees, with your help. I hope that those of you who don't know will enjoy it in the spirit in which it is intended. Now, I'm going to ask Claire to pull the first number of the evening." Claire reached into the pouch, pulled out a slip of paper, and handed it to her husband. Rick announced, "Our first number this evening is 14."

Once the number was read, the guest began moving to the perimeter of the room, leaving a large open space in the center. After a moment, one of the 20-something couples walked to the center of the room. The girl had blonde hair pinned in some sort of arrangement on her head. Her backless lavender gown showed that she, too, had a splendid figure. Her face was, well, very nice. Her companion was a bit taller with close-cut black hair. Even in his tux, his broad shoulders and narrow hips made me think that he was a serious swimmer. I could feel Mala's hand squeezing mine.

The young couple looked at each other for a moment, smiling. Then the girl turned her back to the man. The man reached up and undid the hook which held the gown up behind her neck. After he did that, the girl reached into her hair, removed a few pins, and shook her golden hair loose so that it fell to her shoulders. The man then lowered the zipper where the gown covered her hips. When the zipper was fully down, the man pushed the top straps of the gown forward. His date took them and lowered the gown down her body to the floor. She was not wearing anything under the gown. She handed the gown to one of the servers who had stepped forward, then bent down and took off her spike heels. She handed her shoes to the server as well. 

The girl looked absolutely stunning nude, and the eroticism was heightened by the fact that she was surrounded by formally dressed people. Stepping to her date, she removed his jacket and handed it to the server. The tie, cumber bund, and shirt followed. She then let her companion take off his own shoes before she unzipped his rousers and pulled them to the floor. Like his date, the man had eschewed underwear. The server walked away carrying both of their clothes. Standing in the center of the room, the couple turned slowly 360 degrees so that all of the other guests saw their nude fronts and backs. When they finished, two other servers brought a divan to the center of the floor. 

The man was already semi-erect. Once the item of furniture was set, his date began stroking his penis. When he looked very hard, she led him to the divan. She lay down on her back and spread her legs. Her date mounted and entered her. There were no sounds in the room other than those made by the couple in their intercourse. They went on for an impressive length of time, and we could see perspiration glistening on the skins of each of them. Finally, the girl gave a shriek and obviously orgasmed. A few seconds later, the man moaned and thrust his hips violently two or three times. After a few seconds, the couple kissed, separated, and stood up from the divan. The other guests gave soft applause. Immediately the quartet resumed playing and the servers started circulating again.

Mala turned to me. "What I heard was true. Wasn't that great?"

I had to agree that it was very impressive and erotic. Looking around, I noticed that the couple who had performed was mingling like the other guests, but were both still nude. 

Mala took a sip of champagne then handed me her flute. "Please hold this. I'll be back in a moment," she said. I watched her walk across the room and talk briefly to Claire Robertson. Soon, Mala was back and had reclaimed her champagne. Taking my arm, she said "Let's mingle some more." We walked about the room, meeting a mix of movers-and-shakers and up-and-comers. I noticed that the couple who had made love for us all to see were still acting like all the other guests, but were still nude. Apparently, they were not getting dressed for the duration of the evening.

About 40 minutes after the young couple had stripped and made love for our entertainment, the quartet stopped again. This time, only Claire stood with microphone in hand. 

Claire Robertson was smiling and seemed to have a gleam in her eye as she addressed her guests. "As many of you know, Rick and I vary the number of numbers called from one soiree to the next. Tonight, we've decided to call only two numbers, so this will be the last. We've had a request. We usually don't honor those because we feel that pulling numbers at random adds to everyone's anticipation. However, in view of the services which the requester has performed for us, we've decided to honor the request. Our second, and final, number tonight is 23.

It took everyone else stepping back and Mala kissing my cheek to realize that our number had been called. Mala and I walked to the center of the room hand-in-hand. Mala kissed me again and then undid the pins holding her black hair so that it cascaded to midway down her back. Mala turned away from me and I reached through her hair to grasp the zipper on her dress. I pulled the zipper down revealing, at least to me, a portion of her gorgeous bare back. 

Mala reached up and pulled her dress forward and down, letting it collect around her matching shoes. I kneeled down and moved her dress as Mala lifted each foot. I handed the dress to a server while Mala stood nude but for her shoes and a sheer pair of panties. Remaining on my knees behind her, I hooked my thumbs if Mala's panties at each hip and pulled them down, lightly running my fingers along her thighs as I went. When I reached the floor Mala lifted first her right and then left feet so that I could hand her panties to the server. I stayed on my knees while Mala again lifted each foot in turn so that I could remove her shoes. 

As I said, Mala looked stunning in her dress that night. Nude in the center of the room, Mala looked more beautiful than anything I had ever seen before. I could tell from her smile that she was enjoying herself. I stood and faced her. Mala quickly stripped me, handing my clothes to a server. We stood together in the center of the room, nude, and turned slowly to look at all the guests lining the room. Mala then turned to face me, leaned forward and kissed me.

As Mala led me to the divan that had been brought out, she whispered, "Let's do doggie so we can watch them watching us." I nodded my agreement. Mala got on the divan on her hands and knees and spread herself. Before entering her, I bent down and kissed her button.

Mala has wonderful muscle control. As soon as I had fully entered her, she clamped down on me. While it is a tremendous sensation, making love to Mala can be an athletic event and my thrusts required great energy. That said, we were not going at it hard because we both wanted to enjoy the experience for as long as possible.

I was behind Mala, thrusting into her, while my hands fondled her nipples for some time. Suddenly, I realized that I was so focused on Mala that I had totally forgotten our audience. Looking up, I looked straight at the guests in front of me. They were looking us with rapt enjoyment. The circumstance struck me as so erotic that I could feel myself preparing to cum. Looking down, I saw that Mala's head was down. Leaning forward, I said "Are you watching?"

With that, Mala's head went up. Seeing our audience affected her as it has affected me. She began thrusting back at me more energetically. In a few seconds her pelvic muscles clamped down on me more tightly and I felt her start to spasm. The spasms became intense as she let out something between a scream and a moan. Just after that, I came so violently that it was slightly painful.

I pulled out of her when I felt Mala's spasms subside. She rolled over onto her back, reached her arms up and pulled me down to her. We kissed for several minutes. Standing up, we received the same soft applause. Mala suddenly bent down and licked a drop of seaman from the head of my penis. As two servers moved the divan, one said "You'll get your clothes back at the end of the evening."

Looking at Mala, I realized that we would be nude for the rest of the evening. That sounded pretty good to me. Mala confirmed that she shared my attitude, looking at me and saying,"Didn't I tell you that this could be fun?"

I smiled at her and said "Let's get some champagne."

Soon we were sipping champagne and mingling as before, only we were both nude and barefoot. Most of the other guests we spoke to treated us as though we were fully clothed, except all of them, men and women, looked us over thoroughly. Finally, we found ourselves back with the banker and his young wife. The banker did not shy away from our status.




Legally Nude Ch. 05



"How does it feel to be naked among about 60 clothed people?" he asked.

Mala gave him a one word answer, "Wonderful."

I concurred. "I'm actually enjoying it immensely," I said.

The banker's wife asked, "What was it like humping in front of all of these people?"

Mala again took the lead. With obvious sincerity, she said, "It was a fantastic experience. I can't really describe how great it all felt. You should try it, or have you?"

The banker shook his head. "Our number's never been called. I know that, by coming here, you agree to do it if you are called, but I'm not sure that I could."

With, I think, mock reproach, the banker's wife said, "I certainly could. I'd love to have our number called. If you won't do me, I'll invite someone else."

Fortunately, the conversation was interrupted again by Claire at the microphone. "The floor will now be open for dancing. (I'd noticed some additional musicians setting up.) Before we open it for everyone, I think that the first dance should go to our two nude couples, but, I'd like to ask, would the couples mind trading partners for this dance?"

I looked at Mala who shrugged her ok. Looking across the room, I saw the younger nude couple who were also nodding in agreement. As the other guests cleared the floor, Mala walked towards the dark-haired young man while his nude blonde date walked towards me.

The young lady came up, extended her hand and we shook. She was really very lovely, and a natural blonde. "I'm Jenn," she said. The music started for a slow dance. We paired up, very close to each other, each with a hand firmly on the other's butt.

Jenn was a much better dancer than I, so I let her lead. As we danced, she said, "I don't remember seeing you or your partner before. How many of Claire and Rick's parties have you come to?"

I answered, "This is our first."

"Wow," she said, to be called at your first party. This is our fourth. The first time we saw a couple called, we were initially shocked, but really into it by the time they had finished making love. We've kept coming hoping our number would be called, but not until tonight. I was thrilled when I heard her call our number. I'm not sure whether I'd have wanted to hump in front of an audience anywhere else, but I definitely wanted to do it here."

"How do you feel about public sex now that you've done it? I asked.

"That was the best orgasm I've ever had. If it takes people watching to get that, I'll do it, gladly," Jenn replied.

I couldn't resist probing further, asking, "Do you enjoy being seen nude at other times?"

Jenn laughed. "I wouldn't have dreamed of it until I met Rick and Claire. They have a way of influencing you. Claire got Justin and me to pose together for some nude photographs and some pictures of us humping. We framed one of those and it is in my bedroom."

I was starting to like Jenn a great deal. The music ended too soon. She kissed me and squeezed my balls. "Maybe the four of us can get together some time," she said and then walked away as Mala came back.

Before the second dance started, Claire and Rick walked over. Claire said, "Harry, may I have this dance and, Mala, Rick would like the dance with you." Of course we agreed. I quickly figured out that all of the dances were slow dances. Dancing nude with the nude Jenn was one thing. Dancing nude with clothed Claire was another. Claire kept moving so that the fabric, satin or something like it, of her dress rubbed my penis. All the while, Claire looked me straight in the eyes, asking how I liked the party, how I enjoyed being part of the entertainment, et cetera. By the end of the dance, I was pretty hard from having rubbed against Claire's dress. As Claire left, she wrapped her hand around the underside of my penis and slid it up from my balls to my head, once.

Mala walked back from dancing with Rick. She saw my erection and laughed. "I knew she'd do that to you," Mala said.

The dancing continued for the rest of the evening. Every dance, one of the men was asking Mala and Jenn to dance. Only slightly less frequently, the women were asking Justin and me.

As the party broke up, we walked over to Claire and Rick to thank them for the evening. While we were talking, a server came with our clothes. Mala took the clothes, but looked at me and said, let's drive home nude." Of course, I agreed.

Claire laughed and clapped. "A couple who drive nude! I love driving nude. In the summer, Rick brings out our convertible. We'll put the top down and I'll leave my clothes here at the house. But, Rick won't drive nude. He's afraid of getting pulled over. When our son and daughter are home from school, they'll drive nude with me, but not my husband."

Ignoring his wife's gibe, Rick said, "Wait a few moments. I'll have them warm up your car before they bring it around."

The party was thinning out fast as we waited for our car. After a moment, Claire said to Mala, "You two are a very handsome couple. Rick and I know a very discreet photographer and occasionally have some pictures taken. Would you be interested in joining us?"

Mala looked at me. I made no reaction. I was leaving that ball in her court. After a few moments of no response from me, Mala told Claire, "Let us think about it. I'll call you."

Just then Rick told us my car was outside. We walked out carrying our clothes as two college boys held the doors open. The air was quite cold on our nude bodies. Mala said, "Hurry up and get in. I'm cold."

I got in and the college boys shut the door. Mala fastened her seatbelt and there was something erotic about how the shoulder harness ran between her breasts. We drove home without incident, parked my car in the garage, and walked naked into the house.

Sarah was still in the living room. Looking up at us, she said "Walking in the door nude is a good sign. I'm hoping that your clothing came off while you were at this party."

Mala responded, "Absolutely. And we fucked in front of 60 people."

Sarah clapped her hands. "The stories are true," she exclaimed.

Mala went on, "And Claire Robertson wants us to pose for photos with her and her husband."

Sarah clapped again. "You must pose with them, but I want to come too."

Mala responded, "I want all three of us to come, soon. Let's go upstairs."

Expected to be continued.



Legally Nude Ch. 06



The morning after Mala and I had gone to the Robertsons, I awoke realizing that we probably should not pose with them. That could be considered sex with a client, which is an ethical violation. I explained my thinking to Mala and Sarah, who both agreed. 

Mala called Claire on Monday to explain that we couldn't pose with her and her husband. I wasn't present for the call, but Mala came into my office and said that Claire had taken it very well.

Later that morning, Sarah and I were reviewing several of our most active cases. We were quickly confronted with the question of how the two of us could possibly do everything which we had to do.

After discussing our caseload for about a half hour, Sarah said "we really need to bring someone else in. We're making enough and turning enough away that we could easily pay a top rate for another lawyer."

"Ok, but who can we get who is good and willing to work under our rules?" I asked. "Also, remember that we'd have to bring them in as a partner. As partners, we can all agree to work nude, but we can't require an employee to work nude" 

After a few moments of silence, Sarah said "What about Carla? You remember the lawyer from MS&T at the deposition in Florida? I think that she enjoyed her nudist experience. I know that she left MS&T, but I'm pretty sure that she's still in town."

I recalled the tall blonde with whom I had danced nude the evening after her first nude deposition. "She's worth looking into," I said. "I'll call my friend at MS&T to see what I can find out. Why don't you see if she's still in town? If she is, make contact and see whether she would even consider coming with us. No point spending a lot of time on her if she's not interested."

Sarah agreed with that approach. After Sarah left my office, I called a female litigator at MS&T who was an old friend. After the usual preliminaries, we got down to the purpose of my call.

"Carla got a very raw deal here," my friend said. "It was too bad too because she was just hitting stride. I think that she had a lot of potential."

"What was the 'raw deal?'" I asked.

"You put us in a really bad position with that Florida deposition in the trade secrets case. No way were any of the men here who were senior on that case going to show up for a deposition nude. On the other hand, that was such an important witness; we had to show in person. Our client would have gone apeshit if we'd just done it by phone. Carla had the experience to handle that and she stepped up to do it. Now, you'd think that would help her, taking one for the team like that. Nope. My male partners gave her no end of shit after that happened. Bob [the head of MS&T's litigation group] even sent around an e-mail announcing that Carla was going to give on in-house CLE on taking depositions in the nude 'with a live demonstration.' We called him on that one and he apologized, but that is reflective of what she went through here. Understandably, she left. I was really sorry to see her go because she's bright, a self-starter, and easy to work with."

"What do you know of her background? I asked.

What my friend told me sounded impressive: selective small liberal arts college in the Northeast followed by law review at one of the Nation's preeminent law schools. Carla had gotten some big case experience at MS&T and performed well along with being lead on some smaller cases.

"Do you know where she went?" I asked.

"Yes," my friend responded, "she's at Schaeffer. I think that's more than a bit below her level, but she wanted out of here badly and took the first thing she found. Why are you asking? Are you thinking about trying to hire her?"

Busted. I admitted that we were looking to bring in another litigator and that Carla had crossed our minds.

My friend giggled. "You guys still work naked don't you? I don't know if Carla would go for that or not, but it doesn't hurt to ask. I think that you'd be very pleased if you can get her." My friend paused, and then said "She probably looks great with nothing on, too. Of course, you already know about that."

I thanked my friend and ended the call. Shortly afterwards, Sarah reported that she had, indeed, found Carla at the Schaeffer firm and that Carl had agreed to meet her for much in a couple of days. I temporarily put the recruitment issue aside and went back to trying to make a living.

Sarah's lunch with Carla went well. Carla was, very tentatively, interested in talking to us. At this point, we brought Mala into the conversation. Mala was fine with bringing Carla in as a partner if we could get her. The mechanics of getting her warranted some discussion.

"We should bring her over here to interview with all three of us," Mala said. "That raises the question of whether we do the interview nude or clothed."

Sarah interjected, "I think that we have to be nude. That is how we work and, if Carla isn't comfortable with that for an hour or two, how could she work here?"

"Good point," Mala acknowledged. "Next question: do we ask Carla to get naked for the interview? Can we even do that?"

"I don't think we can require her to be nude for the interview," I said. "In fact, I'm uncomfortable saying that we'd prefer that she do the interview nude."

Again, Sarah made our decision: "Well, we won't say anything about her being nude or clothed. She undoubtedly knows that we work nude here. If she's truly interested, she will have the good sense to undress on her own."

We left Sarah to arrange the interview with Carla. They agreed on a lunchtime interview in a couple of days. I asked Terry to have the sandwich shop we used cater in lunch for the four of us; and, of course, for her. The shop made great sandwiches and their delivery guys loved coming to our office.

Carla arrived just before twelve for her interview. Mala, Sarah, and I, nude of course, met her in our reception area. I had forgotten how attractive Carla was. She was about my height (which is a bit tall for a lady) with shoulder-length blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She wore a business suit that was on the sexy side of office-appropriate and that suggested a very beautiful body.

We led Carla into our main conference room that looked out into our reception area. Carla started the interview as strongly as possible

"Do you mind if I take my clothes off?" Carla asked. She smiled a stunning smile.

Assured that we would be happy for her to undress, Carla removed her business suit item-by-item, and perhaps a bit more slowly than was really necessary. When she took off her skirt, we were all pleased to see that she wore real stockings and a garter belt, but no panties. Carla looked at us, blushed slightly and said "I think it is just too hot for panties to be comfortable." (It was July).

When fully nude, Carla stood there for a moment to let us look. She was very worth looking at. Then she sat down. We quickly got to business. Since Sarah had called her, Carla had done an impressive amount of research on us and our firm. She said the right things about wanting to get back to more sophisticated cases like those we handled, and had some good ideas on what she could bring. The "standard" part of the interview went very well.

Mala addressed the elephant in the room: "You know that, if you come with us, you will be a partner and that you will be expected to work fully nude at all times unless it is illegal or contrary to client expectations? We don't expect you to go nude in court, but we are all always naked in the office. More and more of our clients are comfortable working with us nude and a lot of them are stripping down themselves for meetings and things. Does any of that give you any problem?"

Carla shook her head and gave a firm, confident "no."

Mala asked, "Do you have a boyfriend or significant other who might have a problem with you working nude?"

Carla smiled, "No, I'm not involved with anyone at the moment. This will be solely my decision."

Lunch was brought in and we talked for another 45 minutes about our practice and answering Carla's astute questions. Finally, Sarah looked at each of Mala and me and we each gave a quick nod.

Sarah spoke to Carla. "We'd like to offer you a partnership in our law firm. Everyone in the bar here, and many in other towns, know about us and the way we work may be seen as a negative by a lot of lawyers. So, if you come here, you should assume that it is a lifetime commitment because it may not be easy for you to move on from here. You should take some time to think about it. In fact, we don't even want your answer for at least a week."

Sarah then gave Carla a copy of our partnership agreement to read. Carla went through it, twice, in about fifteen minutes. Looking up at me, Carla said "Everything's pretty standard except paragraph 16. If I'm reading that right, I'd be agreeing that, any time you want, you can throw me over a table and take me in the ass."

I was ready for that. I explained how that clause had been drafted by our late partner Amy and we left it there in honor of her and that it was intended to emphasize the openness and trust that must exist between partners in a firm that operated as ours did. I ended by saying, "Of course, we would not offer you a partnership if we did not respect you as a lawyer and like you as a person. I can assure you that neither I nor anyone in this office would ever do anything that was against your will or that you found offensive."

Carla let out a genuine, and very wonderful, laugh. Smiling broadly, she said "If I'm walking around here bareass all the time, I'll only be offended if you don't do me in every orifice I have."

Mala commented, "I think she's a good fit."

A week later, Carla called Sarah to say that she had already given Schaeffer her notice and signed our partnership agreement. She could start at our shop in another week. Sarah invited her to our office for drinks on Friday evening.

Carla showed up around 4:30 that Friday afternoon and stripped off as soon as she was in the office. Terry brought some wines into the conference room and summoned Mala, Sarah, and me. The five of us, four beautiful ladies and me, stood nude in our conference room sipping wine. 

After some small talk, Sarah asked Carla "Had you had any nude experiences before you came to the deposition in Florida?"

Carla blushed again, and nodded affirmatively.

Sarah smiled and said "Do tell."

"You know that I went to X [naming a selective small liberal arts college] for undergrad? I was a gymnast there. Yeah, I know I'm a bit tall for a gymnast, but we're not talking Olympic aspirants here. Anyway, you also know that X is pretty open-minded, right?" Carla paused and took a sip of wine.

Continuing, Carla explained, "We had men' and women's gymnastics and our meets were always coed. Our teams and the team at Y [naming another Northeast college] decided that we'd have a nude meet. It wasn't open to the public, but boyfriends and girlfriends would be invited. I wasn't going to do it, but my teammates peer pressure got to me." She paused for another sip of wine.

"We got to the meet and walked out into the gym wearing our warm-ups with nothing on underneath. There were a couple hundred people in the gym. Things got started. I kept my warms-ups on, but watched my teammates and the other team. I have to say that watching the guys do the rings nude was pretty nice."

"Anyway, my specialty was floor exercise. When I was called for that, I took off my warm-ups and went to the edge of the mat. I'd never felt so exposed in my life. The music started and I started my first tumbling pass. I could do my routine more-or-less on autopilot and it dawned on me a few seconds in that, with the moves I was making, everyone could see every inch of me. For some reason, I found that thought very exciting and went out of my way to make my routine as exposing as possible. It was actually one of the best floor exercises I ever did, but, by the time I was done, I was so wet and excited that I ran off of the mat back to the locker room and got myself off," Carla finished.

Mala asked, "Did you have more nude experiences?"

Carla shook her head 'no." "I came from a fairly conservative background. After I thought about that meet, I decided that I must have a screw loose somewhere to get that excited about others seeing me naked. I stayed strictly away from any situation where I might be tempted to expose myself. Then, when I met Harry and Sarah in Florida, it dawned on me that I was pretty normal, or at least no weirder than some very good lawyers, and that I enjoyed being naked."

"If you were trying to avoid those situations, why did you do the deposition to start with?" Sarah asked.

Carla responded, "That was actually bad judgment. You guys had really put MS&T in a tough spot. I thought that it would help me on the partnership track there if I volunteered and made the sacrifice. Jesus was I wrong!"

I nodded and said, "I know how MS&T treated you."

Mala asked Carla, "How do you feel now?"

Carla responded, "Freed. Like I'm starting a new life with some great people."

Terry had left the room. At that point, she walked back in and announced "shower's on."

Carla looked a bit perplexed.

Sarah explained, "Anytime we bring someone new in, we all shower together on the person's first day."

Carla smiled and said, "Nice."

Carrying our glasses, we all walked back to the shower. It was a tight fit with four and Terry volunteered that she had some things to finish up.

Sarah, Mala, Carla, and I stood nude under the cascading water. After a moment, Sarah began washing, or stroking, Carla's ass. Mala began on her nipples. I reach between her legs and began softly stroking her clit. Carla reached out and took my dick in her left hand. She began stroking my length with her right hand. Needless to say, I was very hard pretty fast.

Carla moved even closer to me, spread her legs, and guided me into her. She leaned forward, bit my earlobe, and whispered "please."

Carla and I began fucking standing in the shower. Still crammed in with us, Mala and Sarah began to finger each other. Carla was a very good lover. Gymnastics had apparently given her great muscle control which she still possessed. After a very long time, I felt myself starting to come and started to back out. 

Carla gripped my ass with both hands and nearly shouted "stay in me!" A few seconds later, she began yelping and then went into a loud moan. That put me over and I exploded.

After we were all cleaned up, Mala explained to Carla about Mala's Sarah's and my relationship. Then Mala asked Carla, "Would you like to come to our place for dinner?" Carla naturally said yes. Mala said, "Give us just a minute."

Sarah, Mala, and I each went to our offices to get our briefcases. We came out to the elevators, and locked the office door, nude. Carla was standing there with the dress she had worn back on.

"Don't you guys dress to drive home?" Carla asked.

"Not unless it is cold out, "Sarah responded.

"What about someone else getting on the elevator?" Carla asked.

Mala responded, "That happens a lot, but no one has complained about us yet, so I'm not worried about it."

Just then, the elevator door opened. Carla said, "hold that a second" and pulled her dress over her head. Holding her dress, Carla rode down to the garage as nude as we were.



Legally Nude Ch. 07



This story is part of a series. The previous six chapters will provide context but, hopefully, this story can also be enjoyed as a stand-alone work.

*****

A few weeks later, Mala came into my office. "You know that Claire is chair of the trustees of the Modern Dance Troupe?"

I did not know that, but felt it best to nod affirmatively.

"Two of their principal dancers are having a problem with their landlord. Claire wants us to help. It is probably a pretty minor thing, but you know that I want to keep Claire happy and I'd like to get work from the MDT."

I nodded again. "Certainly, we can take care of it."

Mala asked, "Would you and Sarah and Carla meet with them? I'd like to give them the full show to start, then you can probably hand it off to Carla."

"Of course," I responded. Mala handed me a sheet with names and a phone number. Jessica and Keith. I took the sheet into Sarah's office and explained the situation to her. Sarah then called Carla in and I explained the situation to her. Claire had become a fairly important client, as well as being a genuinely interesting person. Carla and Sarah were both happy to help.

We got on Sarah's speakerphone and called the number Mala had given me. The person who answered identified herself as Jessica. If her voice was any indication, Jessica was an exceptionally beautiful lady. After some preliminaries, Jessica explained the situation.

"Keith and I have been together about two years. He's my dance partner and, well, my lover." Jessica giggled slightly. "We each took less money to come to MDT because the Troupe would hire us both. We found what seemed like this great apartment. It is an old manufacturing plant that was completely redone into apartments. The location is fantastic because we're only a couple of blocks from our rehearsal hall, and only five blocks from the auditorium where we usually perform. And there's parking in the basement."

Jessica continued, "Unfortunately, we soon noticed that the apartment is very damp. Just recently, we've begun to find mold in various places. Also, and I didn't notice it at first but Keith did, when we are away from the apartment in different air, there is a slight chemical smell to our clothes. Honestly, we're worried about what we're being exposed to and would like to just get out; but, we signed a two-year lease six months ago. We've taken photographs of the mold spots and the stains that are developing on the walls."

Sarah took the lead. "It sounds preliminarily like we can help you. Let's set a time that at least one of us can come out and meet with you."

Jessica giggled again. "We'd really rather come down to your office for the first meet. Claire told us how you work. Keith and I have never seen naked lawyers. It will be a new experience."

Carla, Sarah, and I glanced at each other. Carla and I shrugged and Sarah nodded her head affirmatively. "Certainly, we can meet here," Sarah responded. "Do you know where our offices are?"

Jessica confirmed that she did know, and we set a time for the meeting. To end the call, Sarah chuckled and said, "Oh, and you and Keith should feel free to look as much as you want." Jessica giggled again and broke the line.

A couple of days later Jessica and Keith came to our offices. Sarah, Carla, and I met them in our reception area, nude of course. Both Jessica and Keith had plainly accepted Sarah's invitation to look as much as they liked, so I reciprocated. Jessica was, indeed, a very beautiful lady with thick, shoulder-length black hair; and a slightly olive complexion. She stood very straight and her t-shirt and jeans suggested a stunning body, if a bit more solid than I would have expected for a dancer. Keith had wavy blond hair, a jaw that should have been cut into Mount Rushmore, and a classic V shape from broad shoulders to narrow hips. Jessica and Keith also gave every indication of being very much in love. I had a brief thought that the children of such a union would probably be physically perfect.

We went into the big conference room and got down to business. Jessica and Keith had taken a very comprehensive set of pictures of the interior of their apartment. While it looked like it would have been a very nice apartment when first built, there were many areas of mold and some stains of unknown origin seeping through the paint on the exposed brick walls. Wisely, Jessica and Keith had recently seen their doctor, had some tests, and were reasonably confident that they were not suffering any illness from the exposure. Also wisely, they had temporarily moved in with friends.

We suggested that the first step would be to get an environmental assessment company to do a thorough inspection of the apartment with air testing. There was a pretty good company in town that owed us a few favors, so we thought (correctly as it turned out) that we could get that work done for free. We also assured Jessica and Keith that, by virtue of Claire, there would be no legal fees.

As Jessica and Keith were leaving and we were shaking hands, Jessica gave all three of us, and Terry working nude at her computer, a final look. "I have to admit that naked lawyers sounded like a sleazy gimmick to me when Claire first told us about you. Still, we trusted Claire. I'm glad we did. You don't seem sleazy at all. Nude seems to fit all of you and, odd as this sounds, actually made me more comfortable with you." Of course, we thanked them.

Carla took the lead on the case. Our environmental friends quickly reported an extraordinarily high count for several types of mold in the apartment, likely attributable to water leakage into the drywall used for the interior partitions. More significantly, they found that piping used to transfer industrial gases during the building's first life had been left in place unclean and improperly capped. Consequently, there were a couple of types of potentially harmful gases present in the apartment in concentrations which could be harmful with prolonged exposure.

Carla put together a great letter to the landlord summarizing the violations of the city's building and health codes and the state landlord-tenant law, outlining the landlord's liability, and enclosing the environmental assessment report. The upshot was that Carla not only got Jessica and Keith out of the remaining term of their lease; she also got a full refund of all rent they had paid to date.

Sarah also contributed. Through her expansive network of friends, Sarah was able to find Jessica and Keith a lease on a beautiful Victorian house in the uptown area at a monthly rent less than they were paying before. Better, the house had off-street parking and was only a block from a light-rail stop so Jessica and Keith could get to rehearsals and performances without driving.

Jessica and Keith made the appropriate grateful noises and promised to return the favor. While I was sure that they were sincere, I was equally sure that it would not happen.

Summer had turned into early Fall when Jessica called me again. The MDT would be premiering a new dance over twelve performances just after Thanksgiving. The Troupe needed non-professional volunteers for the "chorus." The "chorus" did not sing, or dance. Rather, they would walk across stage or be standing on stage at various times during the dance. They were looking for twelve volunteers: six men and six women. Oh, yeah, the chorus members would be fully nude at all times they were on stage. Jessica thought that we might enjoy doing this so this was her "return favor."

Like me, Sarah and Mala were eager to appear in the "chorus." Carla was newer to the experience of being nude most of the time and was hesitant to appear nude on stage in the town in which she practiced law. After some thought, Carla declined. In order to maintain gender balance, Sarah successfully solicited a male friend who belonged to the resort east of town. Ironically, since he would be appearing on stage nude with one of the two most beautiful ladies I've ever met, Sarah's friend was gay. 

While the professional dancers were in rehearsal already, the "chorus" would meet to begin clothed instructions and walk-throughs in mid-October. The first meeting at MDT's rehearsal hall was interesting. In addition to us and Sarah's friend, we were reacquainted with Jenn and Justin from Claire's party last winter. The other six "chorus" members were a cross-section: an African-American couple, a Jewish couple, and an older couple. My impression was that, except for Sarah and her friend, the couples really were couples.

The choreographer's first speech to us left little ambiguity. "You will be completely nude at all times you are onstage. We will not ask you to dance, but we will expect you to move at times. This is not porno or a strip club, but we expect, and want, the audience to see your cocks and cunts. No erections, however, we don't want to be shut down by the cops. You will be on and off stage frequently so we will expect you to stay nude throughout the performances. The professional dancers will be clothed throughout the dance. Most times when you are on stage there will be professional dancers dancing around you. Be aware of them and, please, don't hurt any of our dancers."

I never completely understood the concept of the dance. What I did get was that we were supposed to represent a repressed society while the dancers represented some sort of new idea or freeing of the spirit. Through the early parts of the dance, we were to walk across the stage, or up and down stage, at various times. We were to look straight ahead and be expressionless. The choreographer's assistants spent some time teaching us the robot-like walk we were to use. As the choreographer explained it to us, "You are all nude, which should be somewhat sexy, right? But, we want to contrast that against your automaton-like behavior so that your nudity is completely de-sexed."

The final scene of the dance was supposed to show that the new ideas, or freeing of the spirit, were having some impact. Each couple would be standing on stage embracing. "Make it as sexy as you can without getting us busted," the choreographer said. But, to show that civilization still had a ways to go, we were to stand completely still in our embraces while the professionals danced around us.

Oh, yeah, the chorus would stay nude for the curtain calls.

We had rehearsed separately from the professionals up until what the choreographer called our "undress rehearsal." The dress rehearsals were conducted at the performing arts center downtown where the dance would be performed. To my surprise, we were in the large auditorium with its huge house. Standing on that stage looking at all those seats was a bit intimidating at first, even for me. 

As the professional dancers filtered in, I was not too surprised to learn that Jessica and Keith were the featured dancers in this dance. Before we had time to chat, the choreographer was standing center-stage clapping his hands.

"Chorus, you have to get used to being naked in this big auditorium so STRIP NOW!" Mala, Sarah and I were perfectly happy to strip down as were, I think, Jenn and Justin. The others took a few minutes longer as they confronted the reality of what they had agreed to do. There was more than a bit of nervous laughter. Another thing you have to experience to realize is that a virtually empty auditorium is cold. None of the chorus men were making a very impressive showing, but the ladies' nipples looked quite nice.

Things went reasonably well as we marched from stage right to stage left, from down-left to up-right, and then off into the wings. We were given props to carry, like briefcases and smart phones. The second act opened with six of us, three men and three women, standing rigidly on stage facing the audience for about 15 minutes while the professionals danced around us. The six had not been chosen before the first dress rehearsal because the choreographer wanted "to see what you all look like naked." At the rehearsal, Mala, Sarah, Jenn, Justin, the African-American gentleman, and I were selected. 

Part of this first scene in the second act had Jessica miming rubbing her hands over each of the rigid nude men and Keith doing the same with the ladies. Jessica was not supposed to actually touch us, but her hand gently brushed my dick several times. I had to remain rigid with eyes front. However, when Jessica was in front of me, facing me, she winked. Mala and Sarah later told me that Keith brushed their nipples.

Mala and I paired up for the final scene. As the chorus couples took their places, we all assumed our rigid embraces while the choreographer walked among us inspecting us. After a few minutes, he said, in a tone of frustration, "You call that passion? I want real face-sucking, hands on asses." Mala and I got as close as possible. I put both hands on her buttcheeks and pulled a bit, gently spreading her cheeks. Mala did the same to me. The choreographer walked around us twice. "That is what I want, " he declared. We held that position, with both of our assholes exposed, for about 30 minutes of rehearsal.

After the rehearsal finished came our next surprise: make-up. Stage lights tend to washout human skin, so we would all need to be made-up over our entire bodies. MDT had recruited a, primarily female, group of student make-up artists from the university theater department to do our makeup. Chalk up another new experience: a 19 year old college girl putting make-up on my dick and balls. Then another surprise: the make-up we would wear at the start of the dance was meant to make us look white and slightly dead. For the final scene, the choreographer wanted a look like real human skin. This meant a group shower between our next-to-last appearance onstage and the finale, and hurried application of different make-up by our college artists. Over the three rehearsals in which we used make-up, we quickly figured out that we would have to wash each other to get the make-up change done in time. At some point during the run, I washed and was washed by every lady in the chorus.

Before the opening, the chorus put in one variation that we did not run by the choreographer. We agreed among ourselves to change partners for the finale of each performance. With twelve performances, that meant each man and lady would be paired embracing nude on stage twice.

Mala, Sarah, and I were actually looking forward to the opening night. The biggest problem we saw was that, with make-up on our asses, we could not sit down when offstage.

Our first couple of appearances onstage opening night were marches across the stage right to left and later left to right. Because we were supposed to be very stiff and look straight ahead, you could not really appreciate the audience's presence. The third march went from up-right to down-left. You were looking straight at a segment of the house. I was a bit surprised to realize that the house was completely full.

During the opening of the second act, Jessica became a bit more brazen, actually flicking my dick a couple of times. Mala and I came out and embraced for the finale, spreading each other's cheeks. Unfortunately, we were facing at a right angle to the house so the view was mainly for the stage hands. The curtain call was also interesting. As the least important performers, the chorus went first. We stood in a line, holding hands and facing the audience, all of us naked. We took one quick bow and walked backwards as far upstage as possible. We stood there naked while the professionals took their bows.

After the performance, the choreographer announced that he wanted the chorus an hour and a half earlier before the next day's (Saturday) matinee. He wanted to make a change.

After we were showered and dressed, Jessica and Keith came up and asked if we wanted to get a drink. There was a decent enough faux Scottish pub across the street. We agreed. Carla had come to the opening and was waiting for us outside the auditorium.

In the pub, after some chitchat, Jessica announced that she had "a serious question." "How was it being completely naked on stage in front of 2,000 people?"

Sarah answered immediately, "It was wonderful. I am so glad that I did this."

Jessica wasn't quite buying it. "Weren't you embarrassed that all those people were seeing you with nothing on?"

Mala bent down, grasped the hem of her long skirt and raised it up. Because Mala wasn't wearing anything under her skirt, she was flashing Jessica and Keith. After holding her skirt up for a moment, Mala dropped it and asked Jessica "Do you really think that I should be embarrassed about someone seeing my body?"

Keith made a slight mistake by saying "No, I see your point." That brought him a nasty look from Jessica.

Jessica and Keith both looked at me. After a sip of ale, I said "Look, I enjoy being nude. It just feels better to me. And, to be honest, it is a bit of a thrill to know that people are looking at your bare genitals and bare ass. I can't fully articulate why it is fun, but it is. You both should try it."

Jessica and Keith shared an odd look at each other when I said that. At the time, I thought it was their way of silently agreeing with each other that I was a pervert.

At that point, Carla spoke up. "I made a mistake. You guys looked so good up there. Sitting in my seat, I had an urge to take my clothes off. I really wish I had agreed to do this."

Sarah smiled, looked at each of Mala and me, then lifted her wine glass and looked at Carla. "Carla, you are becoming one of us."

The change which the choreographer wanted to make in our part of the performance was fairly major. He felt that we were too distant from the audience. He had a thick black plank put across a corner of the orchestra pit and a set of black steps placed at the house end of the plank. After our up-right to down- left march, we were to cross over the plank, go down the steps, and parade past the first row of seats. Then we were to march up the center aisle of the main floor and out into the lobby. That was followed by a frantic run back to a door leading backstage, which now had to be attended or we'd be left standing naked in the lobby.

The choreographer instructed us that "I want each of you to come down the steps slowly, and wait a bit before following the person in front of you down. I want you spaced out so that the audience can see each of you, front and back." Since we were walking up a long center aisle with people sitting about 18 inches to our left and right, there was little risk that we wouldn't be seen. After a few rehearsals of the move, it seemed to go pretty smoothly.

Doing the revised move for the first time before the audience was actually quite fun. Walking up the aisle, you were close enough to the audience to smell perfume or after shave, and could make eye contact with individual audience members. Since we did this first at a matinee, it was daylight outside and very bright in the lobby. Passerby on the street outside could see us through the clear glass doors leading into the lobby.

The march up the aisle became one of our favorite parts of the show. In the Saturday night performance, I made eye contact with a lovely blonde who looked like she was about 18-20. She was sitting with what I took to be her date, a young man who also looked about 18-20. She smiled broadly at me. I noticed her again Sunday night, sitting on the other side of the aisle with an older woman who also smiled. Her mother? We were off Monday and Tuesday, but the blonde was back Wednesday night, sitting a bit farther down with two other girls who looked to be about her same age.

For the finale on the first Sunday night, I was paired with Frances, the older lady. She was still quite attractive, but things were starting to droop a bit, as is inevitable. As we embraced, Frances took a position with her downstage hip and thigh touching mine, which concealed our genitals from the audience. She had her upstage hand between our groins and, during the scene, started very minutely rubbing a finger under the head of my dick. It was tough to avoid the forbidden erection.




Legally Nude Ch. 07



On the final night of the dance, things became much looser. As we paraded nude through the house in the first act, many of us smiled at the audience members. In the opening of the second act, Jessica very openly touched my dick and Keith fingered Sarah and Mala. Jessica told me later that she was sure no one not onstage could see clearly what they were doing. Apparently, she was right because no one said anything.

For the finale of the final performance, I was paired with Jenn. The curtain was down as we took our positions on stage, and she led me to a position far upstage. She grasped my dick and said "Hurry up; I want to do this scene with you in me."

I surprised myself at how fast I became hard, and she had just guided me into her pussy as the curtain rose. I later learned that Mala and Justin, and Sarah and her gay friend had done the same thing. Again, apparently the audience could not tell that at least three of the couples standing on stage were in actual coitus. The professional dancers could tell and out of a corner of my eye, I could see that Jessica was having trouble stifling her laughter.

Following the final performance, the MDT had rented a private room at a local restaurant/bar for a party. The entire chorus attended as did Jessica, Keith and the four other professional dancers in the dance. There were also a handful of the crew and backstage people (most held their own party), the choreographer and his assistant, the set and lighting designers, and a few MDT people, including Claire and her husband Rick.

For the first half hour of the party, everyone just drank and chatted. Then, Jenn became the self-appointed spokeswoman for the chorus. After making enough noise to get everyone's attention, Jenn announced that, whereas everyone else had seen the chorus members nude for twelve performances and four dress rehearsals, we had never seen the professional dancers nude. Jenn declared that the chorus felt that, in a spirit of fairness and equality, it was time for the professional dancers to strip nude. I glanced at Jessica and Keith who were giving each other an odd look but who said nothing. The other four dancers, two men and two women, resolutely said "NO" in unison. Fueled by some vodka and tonic, Jenn pressed her case, which only made the four dancers more adamant that they were not taking anything off. Throughout this exchange, Jessica and Keith stayed silent in a corner of the room. 

Jenn's effort to get the professional dancers to strip was well intentioned and passively supported by the rest of us in the chorus. However, it and the dancers' adamant refusal to play along put a bit of a pall on the party. The four dancers whom I did not know left shortly thereafter, soon followed by the choreographer and his minion. Jessica and Keith stayed a bit longer, chatting with Sarah, Mala, Carla (whom we had smuggled in), and me. Before too long, it was just the chorus. We drank a while longer on MDT's tab and broke up making the usual promises to stay in touch.

A couple of weeks later, I received an envelope in the mail from Claire and Rick. Inside was an invitation to the Robertson's Holiday party. It was an odd invitation. First, the party was being held at a small theater near the University. That was explained, I supposed, by the statement on the invitation that there would be a "small entertainment." More curious was the text at the bottom of the invitation: "Invited Guests Only. Admittance Requires Presentation of Your Original Invitation. Copies Not Accepted. One Entry Per Invitation." You couldn't bring a date? Odd. As it turned out, that posed no problem for us because Mala, Sarah, and Carla also received invitations. We were all curious what was up. However, we also wanted to maintain our business relationship with Claire. Expecting a rather dull party with dull rich people, we decided to attend and RSVP'd.

Arriving at the party, we were surprised by the number of private security people outside the theater. They were, indeed, checking invitations with some sort of scanner, and a couple of people who came as dates of invitees but who lacked their own invitation were turned away. Inside, a spread of food and a bar had been set up in the theater lobby. We nibbled and sipped wine for about 40 minutes as the lobby became quite crowded. 

Suddenly, the doors to the auditorium were opened and the servers/ushers (all young and unusually attractive) politely asked us to be seated inside. As everyone got settled, I looked around and estimated that there were about 100 people in attendance. Claire took the stage.

"Good evening and Happy Holidays," she began. "I thank you for coming this evening. I will tell you that you were all invited because you are people whom I and my husband Rick have come to know, admire, and trust. We hope that you are having a good time and that you will have a much better time before our evening concludes."

Claire paused, and then went on. "As most of you know, I am the Chair of the Trustees of the Modern Dance Troupe. I hasten to add, for reasons which will become obvious, that this is NOT an MDT event. However, a few of the members of the MDT have also become friends and they kindly volunteered to perform this evening. I am sure that you will be as grateful as I for their efforts. That said, please enjoy our short entertainment."

To applause, Claire stepped off stage. Instantly, two grand pianos began playing thunderously and six dancers came onstage: three men and three women. All six were in excellent shape. That was easy to tell because all six were totally nude. The six danced about very several minutes simulating a variety of sexual acts but not, as far as I could tell, actually touching each other. Finally, as both pianos hit the same chord, the dancers stopped, embracing in pairs. Two pair were male-female. One was female-female and one was male-male. At that, the stage lights went down.

After a few minutes, the stage lights began coming back up slowly and the pianists began playing something vaguely reminiscent of The Nutcracker. After a moment more, we noticed that something was being flown in from above the stage. At first, all we could see was the bottom of a star and a pair of bare legs spread. After a few more moments, it became apparent that it was a nude woman tied to the star, spread-eagle and facing the audience. It took another moment to recognize the woman as our friend and former client Jessica. She was lowered to a point about five to six feet off of the stage floor.

A male dancer came onstage. He, too, was nude. Mala, Sarah, and Carla quickly recognized him as Keith. Keith did a number of very athletic movements while circling around the star to which Jessica was tied. As the music became more intense, Keith turned with his back to the audience, facing Jessica. He walked towards her until they were apparently touching. Jessica's pussy was exactly at the level of Keith's face. Keith then began moving as though he was going down on Jessica. At first, I thought that this too was simulated. However, Jessica's reactions soon became too uncontrolled to be feigned. 

I was sitting between Sarah and Mala. Sarah turned to us and said, "God, this is hot!"

Leaning across Mala, Carla added, "I'd love to be Jessica right now."

After several moments, Jessica had what must have been a very intense, and was a very loud, orgasm. As her moans subsided, lights came were illuminated on the star. Then the curtain was lowered to vigorous applause.

Claire came back onstage. "I hope that you enjoyed our brief entertainment. The dancers will be joining us in the ballroom to the rear of the building for a reception. There will, of course, be free food and drink. Well, I say free, but there is a price. Everyone entering the reception must surrender all of his or her clothing. To those of you who choose not to pay the admission price, I say good evening and Happy Holidays."

Mala, Sarah, Carla and I were only too happy to undress, and did so outside the ballroom under the eyes of a male and female security guard who took our clothing. Just inside, Claire and Rick were standing, nude, greeting their guests. As I was greeted, Claire gave my dick a flip. "I'm sorry, you're my lawyer so I can't touch you," Claire said and smiled. Beyond Claire and Rick was a large room becoming populated with naked people. The same attractive young people who had worked the lobby earlier were now here serving drinks and food. The servers were now nude also, and seemingly happier for it. 

The lovely young lady who brought me my drink told me that she was at the University on a scholarship funded by Claire and Rick. "They pay us for this evening, but I'd work for free. The opportunity to get naked with all these people? Who in her right mind would turn that down?"

Soon, we saw Jessica and Keith walking towards us, still nude. Jessica was almost as beautiful as Mala, Sarah, and Carla. Her skin was still slightly flushed. Keith was, well, I think the expression is "hung like a horse." I felt a bit inadequate in his presence. Mala, Sarah, and Carla quickly surrounded Keith. I took the opportunity to talk with Jessica.

"You look especially lovely this evening," I said.

Jessica looked down briefly at her bare body, looked back at me, smiled, and said, "You like this outfit?"

"It looks beautiful on you," I said, "but I am somewhat surprised to see it."

Jessica smiled more broadly. "Well, you and Mala and Sarah are largely to blame for this."

I raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

"Keith and I saw the three of you nude at your offices and nude during the performances last month. You all seem so much more comfortable nude than clothed, and seemed to genuinely enjoy being seen in the nude. After Claire asked Keith and I to do this tonight, we thought about it and thought about you guys and decided that we had to do it to see whether you knew some great pleasure which we were missing."

"How was the experience for you?" I asked.

"I had to undress in the wings and climb the ladder to the fly gallery nude. That wasn't such a big deal. Any performer has stripped to do costume changes in the wings. There are other dancers and stagehands who have seen bits and pieces of me naked all over the US, Canada, and Europe."

Jessica took a breath and continued. "It really hit me when they started tying me to the star. A whole hall full of people was about to see me completely nude, tied up, with my legs spread. I was scared shitless, but also very excited. As they lowered me down, my fear decreased and my excitement increased. As I knew I was coming into the audience's view, my cunt began getting very wet. I'm surprised that you couldn't see me dripping onto the stage. When I was fully down and could see the audience, I very nearly came. It was an intensely erotic experience."

Jessica's skin was getting more flushed. "When Keith came onstage nude, I thought he was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. As he was eating me and I knew that I was about to come in front of about 100 people, I was actually very proud. I was proud that everyone could see this expression of Keith's love for me and proud that everyone could see, and I suppose hear, the pleasure he gives me. I don't really know how Keith feels about it, but I'll be looking for opportunities to get naked and have sex when others can see me." Jessica laughed, "I guess I've turned into an exhibitionist. They say that every performing artist is one anyway."

Mala had joined us while Jessica was talking. "Making love with someone you love in front of others is, maybe, the best sex possible," Mala said. Jessica gave her a questioning glance, so Mala told her about our performance at Claire and Rick's party last winter.

When Mala finished the story, Jessica said "that sounds so wonderful. Keith and I really need to get together with you guys." Jessica paused a moment and then said, "How about tonight? Come on up to our place. You haven't seen the house Sarah got for us."

I looked at Mala who smiled. "With pleasure, I hope. Let me get Sarah and Carla."



Legally Nude Ch. 08



Finally, warm weather was returning to the Midwest. While multiple feet of snow had piled up outside, Sarah, Carla, and I had been slogging through another large case. Days of document review in drab rooms in wonderful places like Youngstown and Scranton. Multi-day depositions in Detroit and Pittsburgh. Serendipitously, the case settled just as good weather came to stay.

At the same time, Mala had battled her way through the largest acquisition our office had ever handled. In many ways, Mala had a much worse burden than the rest of us because, while Sarah, Carla, and I shared the litigation work, Mala did the transactional work all by herself. Whole weeks had gone by when Sarah and I had not seen Mala at home.

Suffice to say that the whole firm was ready to relax and enjoy. In a second bit of serendipity, an invitation arrived at the office from Claire and Rick Robertson to a "bottomless cocktail party" at their mansion. Not knowing exactly what a "bottomless cocktail party" was, Mala did some calling around to people who have known the Robertsons longer than we had. The gist was that everyone attends the party in evening attire from the waist up, but is completely nude from the waist down.

Initially, Mala treated the invitation like a duty. Since the Robertsons were important clients, Mala felt obliged to go but had no real enthusiasm for it. Carla, on the other hand, bubbled with enthusiasm.

"Think about it," she said. "You'll be there with your hair done up, make-up, and an elegant top; while your ass, pussy, and legs will be completely bare. Being half-dressed will emphasize your nude bits and make it very erotic." 

After thinking about it for a while, Mala warmed to the idea. Since the invitation was addressed to our firm, we finally decided that all four of us would go.

Being bare from the waist down made selecting an appropriate outfit challenging. It wouldn't do to have a shirt-tail hanging down, and we didn't want any part of our lower bodies covered. For me, that meant a tux shirt and bowtie topped with one of those short jackets that you see British army officers wear on some formal occasions. I think it is called a mess jacket, or something. At any rate, all of that would get tucked into a cummerbund. The ladies found elegant and shear tops (bras were off limits) that would be tucked into belts, except in Carla's case. Carla found a way to tie off the bottom of her top with a gold chain around her waist. The chain matched her earrings and bracelet.

We had decided to go to the party together. Sarah and Mala left earlier in the day to have their hair done, and returned in mid-afternoon with Carla. I was told that seeing the final presentations would be more stimulating than watching their assembly, and was directed to let the ladies get ready by themselves. I went off to my study to half dress myself and then watch part of a ballgame. A bit before five, the phone in my study buzzed indicating an internal call. It was Sarah telling me that I was now allowed back into the rest of the house.

As I walked into the kitchen, Sarah, Mala, and Carla were all standing behind the island. Each lady looked stunning, with their hair done up, tasteful make-up, and elegant tops. Then the ladies walked out from behind the island. Carla had been right, it was very erotic. Sarah and Carla had completely shaved. Mala left a thin dark landing strip between her legs. They all looked so wonderful that I felt myself starting to stiffen.

After a few deep breaths, I led the ladies to the car. Although it was a beautiful evening, we each took a light coat in case we had to cover up for some reason.

We were directed to park in Rick and Claire's side yard. I was surprised by the number of cars already there. Since we were on private property, we left the coats in the car and the four of us walked into the house bareassed.

Just inside the door was a slightly heavy lady who appeared to be in her mid-30s. She introduced herself as Pam, Rick and Claire's daughter. She too was nude from the waist down, exposing somewhat thick thighs and a bit of fat above her pubic v. Pam handed me a blue slip of paper with the number 26 on it. She also handed red slips to Mala, Carla, and Sarah. I asked what the paper was for.

Pam responded "Claire will explain it later."

Shrugging, I walked the direction Pam pointed into a very large drawing room. The room was filled with people. The women looked very elegant. Almost all wore jewelry. Some had very elaborate hairdos. Most of the men wore ties. Bowties seemed quite popular. Several, like me, wore waistcoats. However, everyone was totally nude from the waist down. It seemed that everyone had tried to accentuate their partial nudity by how they had dressed from the waist up. The partial dress drew your attention to each person's bare lower body, their dangling penis or exposed cunt lips and their bare asses.

Carla stood beside me. She squeezed my arm, giggled, and said "This is great! I feel so sexy. Everyone is looking at my ass and my cunnie!"

People were looking at Carla. She is a beautiful lady at any time, but she looks best naked. Her long smooth legs drew the eye up to her shaven patch. A hint of a tan line highlighted her pubes and ass. She looked stunning.

Soon, I heard Claire's voice through a PA system (she apparently loves to hear her voice amplified). The guests quieted and, looking through the people, I could see Claire and Rick standing at the front of the room. They, too, were bare from the waist down. It dawned on me that I had never seen Claire or Rick exposed before. Rick looked very much his age. However, Claire's firm thighs and belly looked like a woman much younger than I knew Claire to be. Rick had done well. Then I decided that I should focus on what Claire was saying.

I caught Claire in mid-speech. "Since we are all exposed and available, Rick and I decided that we should have some fun with it. So, by being here tonight, you all consent to be touched anywhere by anyone. Our theme tonight is 'fondle a stranger.' It should be a great way to meet new people by stroking a dick or fingering a clit. Have fun."

I turned to Carla and she grinned at me. Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to face Jessica, looking great with her black hair piled atop her head, a sheer white top over her perfect chest, and a single gold chain.

Jessica smiled. "You're not exactly a stranger, but you seemed a good place to start following Claire's instructions."

With that, Jessica took my dick in her soft left hand and began running her right index finger slowly up the underside of my shaft and head. After a moment, Jessica smiled at me more broadly and spread her legs slightly. Understanding her invitation, I reached forward and began stroking her clit.

As Jessica and I stood there stroking each other, Jessica's boyfriend Keith walked up. Keith is well-endowed. Carla made a circle around Keith's dick with her right index finger and thumb and began sliding it up and down his length.

Finally, I pushed my finger more deeply into Jessica's cunt. Not surprisingly, she was quite moist. I gently slid my finger out, brought it to my mouth, and licked Jessica's wetness off of my finger.

Jessica giggled, leaned forward and kissed me lightly. "You are a dear."

About that same moment, I felt someone spreading my ass cheeks and then I felt something being inserted into my asshole. I turned around to see Jenn, who Mala and I met at our first Robertson party. Jenn who may have been a bit lit.

"Harry, I just stuck a carrot in your ass," she giggled.

"I'd like it better if it was your finger, I replied.

Jenn giggled again. "Ok, turn around."

I did turn around. I felt her pull the carrot (I assume that she was telling the truth) out. Then I felt her finger probing my asshole. She pushed her finger in farther and began messaging my prostate. It did not take much of that before I was fully hard. After a few more moments, Jenn giggled again.

"I need to go wash my hand," she said as she slapped my ass and left.

I was standing there with a raging hard-on when one of the servers walked by. "Not bad," she commented.

This server was an extremely attractive girl apparently in her early 20s with rich deep red hair. All of the servers wore tight white aprons that stretched to mid-thigh and it was quite apparent that none had anything on underneath, which was confirmed when they turned around. I asked the redheaded beauty if I could have a Perrier (never risk giving the cops probable cause to stop you when you're driving around naked from the waist down). Watching her perfectly shaped ass framed by noticeable tan lines as she walked away did nothing to relieve my boner.

When the server returned with my water, we chatted for a few moments. Her name was Erin. All of the servers were college students or recent grads whom Claire and Rick had helped get through school in some fashion. Erin had just graduated from one of the Ivies with a Bachelor's in anthropology. I asked her how she got Claire and Rick's assistance.

"They didn't help me, but they know me," Erin explained. "They've been friends with my parents for years. Claire just asked me to help out tonight and I thought it sounded like fun, plus we're getting paid." Then she laughed. "Mom and Dad are here tonight. They hadn't seen my bare ass since I was a baby, and I'd never seen Dad's dick." Erin smiled broadly and went back to work.

Mala walked up, looking painfully beautiful and sexy as ever. "Harry, I want you to meet some people."

Mala walked me over to a younger couple. Both quite attractive, but, to my mind, painfully thin. Mala introduced the man, Marek, as the founder and owner of a new tech company that had been getting a lot of positive press attention lately.

His partner immediately chirped, "And I'm Gina. I spend the money he makes. Harry, I like the shape of your dick." Gina took me in her hand. Then she turned to Mala. "And your little strip there looks charming." Gina ran her finger up Mala's thin strip of public hair.

We made small talk with Marek and Gina for a few minutes, although Gina's primary topic of conversation was public regions, including comments on the pubes of guests halfway across the room. After a few minutes, Gina gave Marek a look and said, "Do you think it's time?"

Marek got a sly grin and said, "Yeah, it's time."

Gina nodded to us and said, "Maybe they can help."

Marek reached into a pocket in his vest and pulled out and unwrapped what looked like two suppositories. He handed one to me and said "Would you please put that in Gina's ass?" He handed the other one to Mala and asked her to put it in his ass.

Marek and Gina turned around. What could we do? Mala and I slipped the suppositories into their asses. When they turned back around, I gave Marek a questioning look.

"A new party drug," he explained. "I don't think it's illegal yet. It intensely stimulates the erogenous zones." He put his arm around Gina. "Now, we're going to find a closet or a dark corner and fuck."

Marek and Gina walked off. I looked at Mala for a moment, and then we both started laughing. Conveniently, Erin was appeared with water. I introduced her to Mala and Mala asked for a vodka tonic. As Erin walked off, even Mala had to comment "that girl has a beautiful ass."

We wandered around chatting with various guests. Eventually, we reunited with Sarah and Carla who were with Jessica and Keith. I was starting to think that it was about time to take our leave when Claire picked up her microphone again.

"Friends," Claire announced, "when you came in, you were each given a ticket with a number on it." She gestured towards a bowl full of slips of paper that Pam was holding. "I'm going to draw a number. There should be a man holding a blue ticket with that number and a woman holding a red ticket with that number." Claire reached into the bowl, rustled the paper around a bit, and drew out a slip. Into her microphone, she read "number 26."

Two of the servers moved a padded table into the room. Claire explained, "If the man and woman holding number 26 will come forward, what we'd like you to do is remove the rest of your clothing and make love to each other for our entertainment. No, don't make love. We' just want to watch you fuck."

I had largely forgotten the blue ticket Pam gave me when I came in. Now I pulled it out and looked at it. Oh shit! 26! My surprise grew when I noticed Carla walking towards Claire with a hand in the air.

"I have 26," Carla said.

I feared that this could be tricky. However, Mala leaned over to me, kissed my earlobe, and said, "Don't worry, just go for it."

I started to step forward with my ticket in hand. Carla could see from Claire's expression that the man with 26 was stepping forward. Carla turned, saw that her sex partner was me, and her face lit up. Although we had worked together, usually totally nude, for months; I had not had intercourse with Carla. I briefly thought "shit" again. "What if I disappoint her?"

We walked over to the table. I helped Carla take off her jewelry and her top. Then she removed my tie, waistcoat, and shirt. Completely nude, Carla looked exquisite. I took her in my arms and we kissed passionately. Carla reached down and began fondling my balls. I reached down and began fingering her.

I could feel Carla getting very wet and I was quite hard. She led me over to the table and she lay down on her back with her legs spread. I got on the table and slowly entered Carla. I also leaned down and whispered in her ear, "There are about 100 people watching us."

Carla smiled even more broadly. "I know. I love it. Don't you?" I just nodded.

Having not had intercourse with Carla before, I did not have a good sense for reading her reactions. I started pumping her hard until she had her legs very tightly around me and was gasping. Assuming I had her close, I wanted to keep her there for a while and settled into a steady rhythm. I leaned down and gently bit her erect left nipple.

Carla's gasps came faster then became moans. She let out a small yell which, I hope, meant that she had come. I kept going. Carla opened her eyes, looked at me, smiling, and said "you bastard." A few moments later she was shrieking. 

I could feel that I was about to come. Carla apparently felt it too. Between shrieks, she gasped "pull . . . out . . . in . . . face." I got it, pulled out, and came all over her face, hair, and chest. After a second, Carla sat up, put her arms around me, and gave me a very long kiss.

We got up from the table to applause. I asked Carla, "Do you want to wipe off?" 

She grinned and said, "no, I think I'll wear you home."

Erin came up with a glass of water for me and a glass of wine for Carla. Erin smiled at me and I noticed her green eyes. "You can do that for me some time," she said. Then she turned and I watched her gorgeous tight ass walk away.

Claire came over and shook our hands. Gesturing to my cum on Carla's face, Claire asked if she wanted to towel off. Carla shook her head. "No, I earned it and will wear it with pride."

Sarah came up with my clothes in one arm. She reached her other hand down and took a drop of cum from the head of my dick onto her finger. Then she licked her finger clean. Grinning evilly, Sarah said, "You better have more in you when we get home."

After our performance, there was really nothing more to do so we decided to go home. Carla and I walked out completely nude while Mala and Sarah still had their tops on. Just before we reached the door, Jessica walked up, slapped my ass sharply, and said "Good work."

We reached the car, but, before we got in, Sarah and Mala took their tops off. For kicks, we locked all of our clothes in the trunk and the four of us drove home completely nude. I assumed that Carla was staying the night with us. Thankfully, I was completely sober and we didn't get pulled.

It was relatively early when we got home, about 12:30 a.m., and still quite warm. So I turned on the lights by the pool and started the Jacuzzi. Sarah brought out a round of drinks including, finally, a dark rum and tonic for me.

After a few minutes sitting quietly in the bubbling water, I saw the three ladies share a look. Sarah, who was often the spokesperson, cleared her throat. "Harry, Mala, Carla, and I have been thinking. We'd like Carla to move in here on the same terms as Mala and me. You ok with that?"

I looked at three of the four most beautiful and intelligent ladies I have ever met (Amy having passed away). Part of my mind was waiting for me to wake up from the dream. After a few minutes of silence, Carla began looking worried. In a sharp tone, Sarah said "Harry!"

I looked each one the brilliant beauties in the eye. I very slowly said "yeah, I guess I'm ok with that." Then I grinned from ear to ear.

We all got out of the Jacuzzi, turned it off, and dried each other off. Then the four of us went to share our first night in the same bed.



Legally Nude Ch. 09



This story is the ninth in a series. Hopefully, it can be read pleasurably as a stand-alone work. The previous installments give some context. This installment starts slowly but, hopefully, gets warm towards the end.

*****

Not long after Claire and Rick's bottomless party, Mala got another call from Claire. Mala called Sarah, Carla, and me into a conference room.

"Do you remember Erin, the red-headed server at Claire's party?" Mala asked. Sarah and Carla looked somewhat blank, but I nodded affirmatively. Erin was stunningly beautiful and pretty hard to forget.

"Well, she just got her Bachelor's in anthropology from _____ (Ivy League university). She doesn't really know what she wants to do now. Her parents are friends of Claire and Rick. Claire was 'hoping' we could find something for her to do here so she can make a bit of money."

Sarah made the first point that always came up when we talked about employees. "As an employee, we can't require her to work nude." And," Sarah went on, "with us working nude there is always the risk that she could set us up for a sexual harassment claim. That would make her some money."

Mala, always solicitous of her most valuable client, rejoined "I really don't think that Claire would be asking us to hire her if that was a risk. I gather that Claire and Rick are pretty close to her parents. I think Claire could put a halt to it if things went down that road. Also, remember that Claire controls about $ 2 million in annual billings for us. I really think that we need a better reason than a theoretical fear of a claim to refuse Claire's request."

Carla hit on the beginnings of a solution. "You know, many of the surrounding counties still don't have e-filing and don't have their records online. It is a real pain in the ass to have to get dressed to go make a filing or get a public record or go to the library. Couldn't we have her work clothed and use her for all of those little errands that we have to get dressed for now?"

As it seems is always the case, money, or the fear of losing it, won out and we agreed to invite Erin in for an interview, primarily to placate Claire. Talking to me, Carla was building a case for hiring her. "It will save us dressing and undressing multiple times a day. If I remember her correctly, she's very pretty so she might be good at witness interviews. If she just graduated from ______ she's probably a lot more tech savvy than any of us."

As always, the question arose of whether we conduct the interview nude or clothed. While there was a conceivable bit of risk legally, we decided that nude was better because that was how we work and what she'd see if we hired her. "Remember," I added, "she worked as a server at Claire's bottomless party wearing only an apron. I don't think she is going to be that clothes compulsive."

Erin arrived for the interview in a dark green dress that contrasted nicely with her rich red hair. The dress was business appropriate, barely. The hem was about mid-thigh and the dress clung to her body. Erin had a body that a lot of things, mostly male, would love to cling to.

Erin had brought copies of her resume, which we read quickly. Impressive was an understatement. Summa cum laude. Departmental honors. Published as an undergrad. State championships junior and senior years of high school in the 200 meter breaststroke. Besides that, she had spent a summer in college doing finish carpentry for a home-remodeler. 

"My Dad was into carpentry as a hobby and taught me a lot when I was younger. I doubt that a job involving hard physical work is on my career path and thought that I needed some exposure to that," Erin explained.

All things considered, Erin made a powerful impression. Mala explained the job to her as we conceived of it. It was probably wishful thinking on my part, but I thought Erin looked disappointed when Mala explained that we would expect her to work clothed. Yet, Erin made no comment about that nor about the fact that her four interviewers, her potential employers, were all completely naked.

Finally, Sarah directly addressed the elephant in the room. "Erin, you understand that the four of us work naked? In fact, it is in our partnership agreement that we are required to be nude when we are in the office and any other time we're on firm business unless doing so is illegal or offensive to our clients. You also understand that Mala, Carla, Harry, and I live together? Sometimes, we are, uh, a bit familiar in how we touch each other."

Erin smiled. "I remember all of you from Claire's party. It is your shop and you are free to do as you please. You won't offend me. Now, I can't promise that I won't write a paper about this someday. I am an anthropologist after all, but I'll change the names." 

To make a long story slightly shorter, we agreed to give Erin a tryout as a general purpose assistant at a salary and benefits guaranteed to make her parents, and Claire, happy. The decision turned out to be a good one. While Erin's office wardrobe was just this side of seductive (a positive in my estimation), her work was exemplary. She turned out to be extremely skilled at locating data on the Internet, from weather data to obscure articles by potential experts. Anything that wasn't strictly legal research Erin could do more quickly and more reliably than any of us. 

Erin was also very good at document review. One bane of a litigator's existence is the vast volumes of paper, now more often electronic images of documents, generated by clients and opponents that might have some bearing on an issue in a case. Of course, one time honored tactic in litigation is to dump roomfuls of documents on your opponent in which the handful of meaningful material is buried. That way, you can truthfully say "we produced it" but there is a reasonable chance that your opponent will overlook it. As a very small firm, we were a frequent target of that tactic. Erin was quick to understand what mattered in cases and had an admirable attention to detail. Also, apparently, she never got bored. At the end of ten hours of reading the driest material, Erin was still reading as attentively as when she started. Embarrassingly, she repeatedly found meaningful things in documents which Sarah, Carla, or I had reviewed and missed.

Erin's hiring was also timely. Carla had just gotten a very involved trade secrets case from Marek. Sarah and I had gotten an exceedingly complex construction case.

Our city is built on a number of hills. Atop a few hills sit old mansions built by the railroad and beer barons of the Nineteenth Century. Since the late 1960s, most of the rest have been capped with high-rises of varying architectural merit. However, one hill just east of Downtown had remained undeveloped since the vineyards died from some sort of disease in the 1870s. Our hills are notoriously unstable and that hill, while a prime site, had been deemed unsuitable for construction.

Some real estate developers who became our clients decided that no site is truly unsuitable for construction, particularly if it has views that can command seven figures. These men engaged a large engineering firm to do soil and geotechnical investigation to determine if a mid-rise, very high end, condo tower could be built there. The developers understood the engineers' answer to be "yes" provided that an expensive system of piers and supports was installed beneath the building's foundation. That system worked quite well until a few days after the foundation pour was completed, and following a couple of days of hard rain, when about half of the foundation slid thirty feet down the hill, taking part of the pier system with it.

The developers had pre-sold several million dollars worth of condo units (the view really would have spectacular) and projected an overall profit of around $ 16 million. The slide made it obvious that the project would never be built. Our clients needed to recoup their lost investment, recompense their disappointed buyers, and, hopefully, recover their expected profit.

The project had been insured. However, our clients' insurer took the position, probably correctly, that the insured loss was only the value of the property destroyed: the foundation and pier system, not the expected profit from the largely unbuilt project. 

A second fact became a major feature of the case. The support system designed by the engineers was something that had been developed in Alpine Europe, but this was its first installation in the States. No local contractor had been willing to undertake the work so a contractor was brought in from Turin, Italy. Leaving aside whether that contractor had adequate (or any) insurance coverage or sufficient assets to satisfy a judgment, none of its assets were in the US and trying to enforce a US judgment, if we got one, in Italy would be uncertain and take decades.

The geotechnical engineers quickly became our prime target for recovery. Of course, their position was that the support system was properly designed but must have been defectively installed by the Italians. Another issue was that, while our clients felt that the engineers had given them an unconditional guarantee that the support system would work in this application, their contract with the engineers said something else. The contract expressly stated that the engineers were giving no warranties and would only be liable for negligence, basically the same situation as if there had been no contract. 

Our first question became whether we had a colorable case that the engineers had been negligent. This determination required the opinion of another engineer. At this point, Erin became invaluable. We quickly ascertained that the local engineers who were amenable to doing litigation support were totally unfamiliar with this support system. Erin expanded our search nationwide with the same result. Erin then identified engineers who had worked with the system in Switzerland, northern Italy, and Austria. However, those engineers had the not uncommon European distaste for American litigation and declined to become involved. 

Finally, Erin found an engineering firm in Munich which had worked with this system. Better yet, their senior geotechnical engineer spoke excellent English and had experience with US litigation. Erin took responsibility for copying the engineers' report, the design drawings, and the as-built drawings and sending those to the German engineers along with everything we could find about the soil, topography, and geology of our building site.

After a few nervous weeks, word came back from Munich that yes, the German engineers thought that the engineers in our case had been careless. The question of negligence is much more complicated than that, and depends in part on the standard of care of professionals in the locality where the work was done. With our clients' blessing, Sarah and I boarded a plane to Munich to sit down with our potential expert witness.

We arrived in Munich early in the morning. The German experts had sent a car which met us at the airport and took us through town to their offices. I personally love Munich. Sarah had never been there before. We were both looking forward to the opportunity to play tourist for a day or two. First, however, was a very long day with the German engineers. The bottom line, arrived at after much de facto cross-examination, was that the support system used was very successful in parts of the Alps. However, the soil and geology in our region was significantly different from Alpine conditions and the support system sold to our clients was wholly unsuited for use in our region. Moreover, the information which would alert a reasonable engineer to that fact was published. The engineers hired by our clients were, at least, negligent for failing to fully understand the limits of the system they had recommended and designed and that negligence was the direct cause of the structure's failure. Any reasonable engineer possessing the data our clients' engineers had accumulated about the site should have told our clients that the condo tower could not be built there.

Sarah and I were tired but satisfied as we rode into the Stadtmitte to the hotel Erin had booked for us. In our room, Sarah was casually leafing through the multi-lingual brochure about the hotel when she said, "Harry, your realize that there is a spa attached to the hotel?"

"I hadn't, but it seems worth checking out," I replied.

We put on more casual, and less rumpled, clothes and made our way to the spa. Outside the entrance, a young lady dressed in white like a nurse confirmed that, as hotel guests, we had spa privileges, but there was an additional fee of 50 Euro per person. A bit steep, but neither of us was inclined to argue. We paid and were handed keys "to your change room lockers -just inside that door."

Inside the first door was a second door. On that door was a sign in German, French, and English. The English said "nudity mandatory in sauna, steam room, hot pools, and swimming pool. Nudity permitted anywhere in spa."

Sarah read this, turned to me, smiled, and said "our type of place."

"I wonder if Erin knew about this when she made the booking," I mused.

The spa was rather busy. There were cubicles to change in, but most spa guests were stripping down in the walkways between them. We stripped, locked our clothes and few valuables in a small locker against the wall. Next to the lockers was a stack of fluffy robes. We each picked one up, and carried them over our shoulders.

From the change room, we walked into a huge room containing the swimming pool. The room was bright, airy, and quite warm. It had a high clear glass ceiling through which we could see the setting sun and the lights of Munich at night. The pool area was quite busy, but not unpleasantly crowded. I noticed that much of the crowd appeared to be twenty-somethings, about evenly split between men and women. A few wore robes, but most were nude.

Sarah and I used the showers on one wall and the sought out the steam room. After a half hour steam, another shower, and a few leisurely laps in the pool, we were sitting in chaises on the pool deck discussing our options for dinner.

"Excuse me," came an accented female voice. It was a young lady sitting next to us with a group of three young men and two other ladies. "You wish to eat? You know that there is restaurant here in spa?"

We did not. The young lady explained in good but rather rusty English that there was a restaurant/pub in the spa. "We were just going there. You join us?"

We were happy to join them. Sarah and I got up to go back to the change room to get dressed for the restaurant.

"No, no" the young lady said, "just come on." With that she and her friends stood up, all nude and started walking. We slung our robes over our shoulders and followed.

Indeed, the restaurant and pub did serve a largely nude clientele, albeit with clothed staff. We found a large round table and sat down. Introductions were made. The waitress, herself rather young and attractive in something meant to be a dirndl, took drink orders. 

Our new friends were all young professionals in Munich. They, and many others like them, had bought the pricey spa memberships and liked to spend their Friday evenings there because, as the young lady who first spoke to us explained with a giggle, "we eat, drink, no clothes." I gathered that the nude spa was a popular weekend date destination among Munich's young urban professionals.

We had a wonderful meal and drank more excellent Bavarian beer than was probably wise. Our new friends, slightly more frisky, were headed back to the spa, which stayed open until 1:00 a.m. Sarah and I, however, begged off, explaining that we had just gotten in that morning, were tired, and wanted to see a bit of Munich on Saturday.

Our young lady friend who had started our evening together said, "We will be back tomorrow night. You join us?"

I looked at Sarah, who smiled. "Certainly," I responded, "what time?"

Our rendezvous scheduled, Sarah and I went off to dress and go back to the room. We were, by that time, thoroughly exhausted. We quickly undressed and fell into bed.

Since we never worry much about closing curtains, the summer sun poured into our east-facing room the next morning. We both felt surprisingly good. We quickly showered, together, and dressed to walk Munich.

For a couple of hours, I showed Sarah around a few tourist sites, like the Marienplatz and the re-built Hoffbrauhaus. Then I guided her into the Englischer Garten. As we walked into the field beside a small, cold branch of the Isar, she gave a small cry of delight. Spread out over several acres before us, in the center of one of Europe's great cities, were hundreds of nude people. I had been there before, but the state-sanctioned nudity essentially downtown was new to Sarah and impressed her greatly. We quickly found a spot to lie down and stripped off. Seeing one of the old, fat, bearded vendors who walk through the park, I bought us a couple of beers.

One improvement made since my last visit was the addition of port-a-johns in the FKK section of the park. I do tend to drink beer in Germany. On my previous visits, I had been forced to dress and walk to the WC by the Chinese Tower. I'm told that locals whizzed in the stream, but it was always too cold for me.

Sarah's natural ability to make friends soon showed and we eventually found ourselves playing in a nude soccer match in the afternoon sun. I'm not at all a soccer player, although Sarah did fairly well. After the match, we and our equally sweaty new friends washed off in the cold stream.

We stayed in the Englischer Garten longer than we had planned. Once we dressed and started back to the hotel, Sarah was disappointed that the shops were mostly already closed. On an impulse, I dragged Sarah down into an S-bahn/U-bahn station and caught a train to the Hauptbahnhof where I recalled stores stayed open later. My vague recollection was correct and Sarah was able to find some reasonably nice gifts for Mala, Carla, Erin, and Terry. 

When we got back to our room the sight of Sarah's magnificent form had me thinking that some horizontal exercise was in order. Sarah, however, demurred. "Let's save it. Tonight could be interesting."

It was about 9:00 p.m. when we met our friends from last night at the spa entrance. I guess I was fatigued the night before, but it hadn't really registered with me that all three of the young ladies were very attractive. While I'm no judge of men, I assume that their dates were fairly attractive guys. 

Our new friends seemed genuinely happy to see us. We went into the change room and all undressed together. Ute, our friend who had taken the initiative to talk to us the night before, explained that we had dinner reservations for 9:30 so we just had time for a brief swim first. As we stood at the showers along the wall of the huge swim hall, I stood between Ute and Sarah. Suddenly, Ute asked of me, "Bitte, wash back" and pointed to a spot between her shoulder blades which she obviously could not reach herself. Sarah smiled and nodded at me to go ahead. I wondered why Ute did not ask her date.

We had another wonderful meal. A bit more beer or, in the case of some of our new friends, vodka, was drunk. After a time, I felt the need to relieve myself or, as I say, "do something useful." 

Ute apparently read my face, or she had gauged my beer consumption. She smiled and said "WC? Come with me." She took my hand and led me down a hall and through a door. Inside the unisex washroom were toilets on one side and urinals on the other, but no partitions.

Ute giggled and gestured towards a toilet, "I go." She pointed towards a urinal and said "you go." With that, she walked over, sat down, and began to piss.




Legally Nude Ch. 09



I am not usually good at relieving myself in plain view. However, the ambiance of the spa had melted my usual anxiety; or I had simply had to get rid of some beer. Finishing her work before me, Ute came over and stood next to me at the urinal. As I finished, she grinned and said "shake, shake", making a gesture. I shook my dick until she nodded her approval, After dinner, we went back to the pool which was now crowded. I noticed that I was, by several years, the oldest person in the hall. I also noticed that there were no children.

Being in the pool did not deprive you of alcohol. Waitresses in dirndls served drinks around the pool. I thought that the heavy dresses must be uncomfortable in the heat and humidity of the swimming hall. Ute again read my mind.

"Waitresses go off at 0.00. After that, must go to bar. Most waitresses come out and swim after work."

Probably improperly, I was reminded of a very cheesy bar I has wandered into on my first trip to Munich where the waitresses periodically went onto a small stage and stripped naked.

After we had lounged in the pool for some time, Ute gave a small cry. She took my and Sarah's hands and said "come."

Ute lead us into another room which contained a large Jacuzzi. It seemed to me already filled beyond capacity with nude people standing pressed against each other. Ute said something in German and several people in the Jacuzzi waved at us to come on in. We followed Ute into the pool. Ute was not at all bashful about wiggly her way through the crowd standing in the tub, which necessarily involved rubbing closely against each person you passed. No one seemed to care. Ute held my hand firmly as I held Sarah's.

Finally, Ute found the young lady she was, apparently, looking for and pulled us forward. I was at right angles to Ute and her friend with my dick pressed between their bellies. Ute moved Sarah around so that she was facing me on the other side of the two young women. Behind me, I could feel another pair of buttocks rubbing against mine. I never learned if they were male or female.

After standing there a few moments, I felt motion in front of me just below what little water was left in the pool. Ute had taken one of Sarah's hands and guided it onto my dick. Then Ute place one of her friend's hands on me, and finally began running her own finger on the underside of my head. The three ladies shared a knowing smile as I started to get pretty hard.

After the three ladies and stroked me to a serious hard-on, Ute decided that we needed to leave the Jacuzzi. Taking my hand, she wormed a path out that had me sliding face to face over a young, attractive blonde. I could feel my hard dick sliding through her trimmed bush. The blonde smiled and said something in German to which Ute replied laughing.

When Sarah, Ute, and I were back on the deck outside the Jacuzzi, Ute translated that the blonde had said that I had a nice hard penis. Smiling, Sarah asked what Ute said in response.

Ute was taken aback for a moment. Then she said, "the truth, that I wish to have it in me."

Sarah smiled more broadly. "That may just happen. We'll have to see."

Ute took us to the steam room. It was crowded, but not as crowded as the Jacuzzi. Ute found space for us on a bench, positioning me next to a young lady whose face was framed with her damp dark hair. The young lady said something to me in German. My listening comprehension is bad any time, and hadn't been helped by the beer.

The dark-haired young lady tried again in English: "American?" I nodded. She went on, "naked on Saturday night is good, ja?" I agreed.

We left the steam room and went back to the main swim hall. Ute's friends were not there. Ute seemed unconcerned. "They may go on to bar to hear band."

Sarah voiced the thought in my mind. "What about your boyfriend?"

Sarah's question induced laughter in Ute. "Him? He not my boyfriend. He is my brother. He is after Ericka."

Getting naked with your sister on Friday and Saturday nights. Interesting.

Just then we heard a sound rather like the noise that precedes a PA announcement in the airports and train stations. Ute explained, "Waitresses going off duty now. Watch."

After a few minutes, six young ladies in matching ersatz dirndls walked in file across the pool deck towards the change room.

Ute said, "Quick, we get beer now before they come back." We went to the bar and got three more excellent beers, tapped into plastic cups for use in the pool area.

Walking back into the swim hall, I noticed that one end of the pool had cleared out and that everyone seemed to be standing around waiting for something. After a couple more minutes, the waitresses walked back onto the pool deck, still in single file but now naked. They lined up along one end of the pool, waited a couple of moments while the rest of us looked (and they were worth looking at) then dove in in unison.

Ute took our hands and lead us into the pool. She led us over to one of the waitresses who had just surfaced and was standing in waist deep water in the shallower end. A lovely blonde with rather large breasts from which water was dripping at the moment. Ute introduced us to her friend Elizabeth.

Elizabeth spoke excellent and much practiced English. "They don't want us to drink her, but they encourage us to swim in the pool and use the spa as long as we stay nude. Management thinks that it keeps people here drinking longer if they expect to see the servers naked. I don't mind. Why should I mind if someone likes to see my body? I enjoy being seen naked."

Elizabeth paused for a second and then said to Sarah and me, "You are American? I know that you have been here a few hours. You seem very comfortable naked. I thought that Americans don't like to go naked like we Germans."

Sarah answered for both of us. "Some of us are just like you. We enjoy being seen naked too." Then Sarah turned to Ute. "Ute, do you enjoy being seen naked?"

Ute giggled again. Elizabeth broke in. "My friend Ute started out a bit repressed, for a German. I have been working with her."

Ute nodded her head. "Ja, I now prefer being naked to wearing clothes."

In a probably misplaced effort to be gallant, I added "Ute, you certainly have every reason to prefer being naked. You are quite beautiful naked." Ute seemed genuinely pleased while Sarah grinned at me.

Elizabeth broke the short silence. "I really would like a drink and I cannot get one here."

Ute said, "Sarah and Harry are staying in the hotel. Can we get something from the bar and take it to their room?"

Elizabeth answered, "yes, but you get it. I'd rather that the management not know that I am going to a guest room."

Neither Ute nor Elizabeth had asked us, but, looking at Sarah, I could see that she was fine bringing the two ladies to our room. I certainly wasn't complaining.

Ute went to the bar and bought two very large bottles of beer. After she put them in a locker, the four of us showered off. Ute needed a bit more help getting the pool water off this time, and was kind enough to wash off my ass and penis.

After we had showered and gone back into the change room, Ute and Elizabeth started dressing. Sarah paused for a moment and then asked, "Can I just wear the robe back to the room?"

Elizabeth answered, "I think so. I think that there will not be so many people about in the hotel now that it will matter." With that, Sarah went to our locker, took out both of our clothes and rolled them up. Then Sarah handed me a robe. Sarah put her own robe on but did not tie up the belt.

We walked out of the spa, Ute and Elizabeth dressed. Me in a robe. Sarah in a robe that was flopping open showing her glorious nude body. We walked through the hotel lobby where there were a few people but no one said anything. I guess you can see a lot early on a Munich Sunday morning.

Once we were in the elevator car, Sarah took her robe off completely. Not wanting to leave her alone in her nudity, I took mine off as well. That was fine until the elevator stopped on the third floor where there were banquet rooms. A younger couple dressed for a formal evening entered the car. The lady looked at Sarah and myself and then said something to her partner. The man, apparently guessing that we were clueless Americans, translated. "She said that you are much more comfortable than she is but that she hopes that we will be dressed as you are very soon."

We reached our floor without further incident, getting a smile from the formal couple as we left the elevator. Once in the room, Sarah said "Ute, Elizabeth, I think it is time to remove your clothes." Elizabeth was already undressing. Ute said, "danke, uh, thank you" and pulled her dress over her head.

Once all four of us were naked again, Elizabeth finally got her drink. We chatted for a time standing in front of the floor to ceiling window in the room. Sarah had turned on all of the lights.

Finally, Sarah said, "I think I know what we need to do. Harry, lie down on the bed on your back." I followed instructions. Sarah bent over me and took me in her mouth. Sarah can do incredible things with her tongue. Once Sarah had me hard, she told Ute to get on the bed. Then Sarah put her hands on Ute's hips and moved her into a position straddling me. Sarah gave Ute a nod and Ute slid down onto me. Sarah then moved Elizabeth into position straddling my head. I got the idea as, as Elizabeth came in reach began with my tongue on her clit. I was fucking Ute while I was eating Elizabeth, with Sarah watching. 

Ute came before I did. Elizabeth, my face learned, could squirt. Sarah could tell when I was about to cum. She lifted a seemingly exhausted Ute off of me and took me in hand aiming me so that I came over Ute's beautiful face. Then Sarah licked Ute's face clean.

We took a short break before Elizabeth said, "Sarah, we need to do something for you."

Sarah had an idea about that too. Fortunately, I was back up quickly. Sarah had Elizabeth lie on her back while Sarah squatted over her. Elizabeth got the idea and began eating Sarah. Sarah looked at me and said, "back door Harry." 

I moved so that Elizabeth was looking up at my balls and began working my dick into Sarah's ass. Ordinarily, I'm not a huge fan of anal, but Sarah's ass is special, tight and Sarah has unique muscle control. Anal in Sarah usually gets me off quickly. Elizabeth was apparently talented because I could tell she was getting Sarah close to cuming much more rapidly than usual. I tried my damndest to hold back, but I came just before Sarah did. As I pulled out of Sarah's backside, some of my cum dripped onto Elizabeth's face. Elizabeth smiled broadly.

Ute, Elizabeth, Sarah, and I slept together nude in our room with the curtains open. Sarah and I were flying back Monday morning, so we had one more day. When we awoke late Sunday morning, I was a bit concerned that someone might be worried about Elizabeth or Ute. Elizabeth assured me that her roommate, who also waitressed at the spa, had known that Elizabeth was leaving with us. 

Ute lived at her parents' house. She was unconcerned too. "I tell my brother I want to have sex with you. He tell Mutter and Vatter not to worry."

Sarah pointed out that I had cum on Ute and in her but not with Elizabeth. Elizabeth smiled and spread her legs. I mounted her missionary style. Elizabeth's pussy felt wonderful. I leaned forward and began kissing her neck. We set up a nice slow rhythm with Sarah and Ute watching. Finally, Elizabeth gave a loud yelp as her legs clamped around me. Then she spasmed. Then I came so hard in her that it was almost painful.

After Elizabeth and I made love, the four of us took a shower together. Dressed, we walked around the Stadtmitte until we found something to eat that we liked. The we gravitated to the Englischer Garten and spent Sunday afternoon nude in the Bavarian sunshine.

Ute and Elizabeth finally left us after we had exchanged addresses, e-mail addresses, and telephone numbers. Walking back to the hotel, Sarah said, "I wonder how busy the spa is on Sunday evening."

The spa was open, but almost deserted. We had our third naked dinner in Munich. Then Sarah led me to a room I hadn't noticed before with several small Jacuzzis. We were the only people there. We got into one tub and Sarah was soon riding me. We had been fucking for several minutes when an older couple, nude, walked into the room and stopped, looking at us. Sarah got off of me immediately and gave a very embarrassed grin.

In a distinctly English accent, the lady said, "Please do not stop what you were doing because of us. To the contrary, you're setting a fine example." She grasped her partner's penis and led him into another tub. Sarah re-mounted me and the older lady mounted her partner. Soon both ladies were moaning. Two cries signaled the older lady's orgasm and the Sarah's. 

For the first time, the older man spoke. "Well, that was quite pleasant. Thank you for the inspiration." Then all four of us started laughing.

After we had showered, Sarah dared me to walk back to our room naked. That, of course, was an "I will if you will." We did. 

Again, no one in the lobby said a word. As the elevator door opened, I'll be damned if the same couple who had been in the elevator the night before did not get out. They both smiled. We got in the elevator. The woman said something again. As the door closed, her partner translated "she says we need to dress as you."

Monday morning, Sarah and I flew back to the States. We had advanced our case and had a good time in Munich.



Legally Nude Ch. 10



This story is the tenth in a series. Hopefully, it can be read pleasurably as a stand-alone work. The previous installments give some context. 



Sarah and I had enjoyed a profitable and pleasurable trip to Munich. I soon realized that we had created something of a fantasy world for ourselves, working nude and enjoying a four-way sexual relationship among the partners, with guests welcome. Real life had intruded in our world once before when my original partner and lover, Amy, had developed cancer and died. Real life was about to intrude again.

Sarah and I had flown back from Munich on a Monday. Tuesday we were in the office reporting to our clients the conclusions of our German engineering expert and the work the Germans proposed to get their conclusions ready for courtroom presentation (although you always hope that a case won't go that far, the best way to get a case to settlement is to prepare vigorously for trial). The day's mail brought a rather thick and exotic looking envelope for Mala.

Mala was born an only child in Ohio. However, her parents had emigrated from India. Mala's parents had passed away a few years ago. The envelope was from a lawyer in Hyderabad transmitting several documents concerning the recent death of an uncle of Mala's. The cover letter explained that the uncle had established a business that had become very profitable by the time of his death, and the uncle had amassed significant wealth. However, the uncle had never married. Mala was his sole close relative and, as such, was the heir of his estate.

Mala was initially inclined to treat the letter as a hoax. Erin's Internet magic established, however, that a single male with Mala's family name had recently passed away in Hyderabad and that he did own a business as described in the letter and had been quite wealthy. Sarah took the role of Mala's counsel and called the Indian lawyer. Slowly, Mala and the rest of us became persuaded that the letter might be legitimate.

Mala finally decided that she needed to go to India to find out what the truth really was. Mala had only been to her ancestral homeland once when she was 13. Each of Sarah, Carla, and I offered to go with her, but Mala decided to go by herself.

From a professional standpoint, we hoped that Mala's absence would not be prolonged. She was our only transactional lawyer and our primary contact with a number of clients. Mala's expertise was not shared by any of the rest of us. We hoped that we could just 'keep the balls in the air' until she returned.

The Mala who came back from India after three weeks was a different lady than the Mala who had left for India. Almost her first action on returning to the office was to ask for a meeting. That morning, Mala, Sarah, Carla, and I sat nude in our conference room, joined by a clothed Erin. Mala dropped a bombshell. 

Mala explained that, while she loved us very much, she had inherited a business which employed several hundred people. She felt that the business could not be run from the other side of the earth and that it was vital to the well-being of its workers and their families and to the regional economy. I also got the impression that Mala had been seduced by her parents' homeland and wanted to immerse herself in what was, after all, her culture. In short, Mala had painfully decided to leave us and move to India.

While Mala's leaving would be a huge loss professionally and personally, her passion while explaining her decision dissuaded us from trying to talk her out of going. The conversation quickly became practical. Mala was a co-owner of our home and said that she would deed her interest to Sarah, Carla, and me jointly and take herself off of our personal bank account and retirement funds. We insisted that we would buy back Mala's interest in the law firm, and Carla immediately called our accountant to ask her to formulate a valuation. The response a couple of days later was that a quarter interest in the firm's equity was currently worth $ 2 million. 

Mala also scheduled meetings with her clients, many of which were attended only by Mala and Sarah, or Mala and Carla, or Mala and me. Claire, however, was a different matter. After some agonized discussion, we had collectively decided that we should offer Sarah to take over Claire's work from Mala. While this would be a huge change for Sarah and require her to swiftly master several new areas of law, we felt that Sarah was probably the best pure intellect among us and could make that transition more easily than Carla or me. Additionally, Sarah has a very strong but tactful personality. We felt that would be important to preserving our relationship with Claire and setting boundaries, such as they were. Since Claire's husband Rick had retired at the beginning of the year, Claire was less worried about the consequences of public disclosure. Consequently, Claire was becoming more imperious and more openly kinky.

Claire was the one of Mala's clients whom we felt that all four of us should meet with. So, Mala scheduled a meeting. Claire was the chair of a non-profit umbrella group over several contemporary and experimental arts groups. The group had offices on the fifth floor of a restored old building about ten blocks north of our offices in a gentrifying neighborhood. Claire agreed to meet with us there.

It was a warm day when the four of us got dressed in our professional suits and set off on foot for Claire's office (parking in that neighborhood now being extremely scarce). Exiting the new elevator on five put us in a corridor with the clear glass outside wall of the arts group and their door to our left. Across the corridor was the office of a local magazine, which also had a clear glass wall. 

Inside the arts group's offices was a waiting area through which the workers apparently had to walk to move from one part of the office to another. There was also a reception desk manned by an attractive twenty-something brunette wearing a name tag that said "Allison." Mala introduced us to Allison and explained that we had a 10:00 a.m. appointment with Mrs. Robertson. Allison asked us to be seated, gesturing towards the waiting area, and said that she would let Mrs. Robertson know we were here.

As we sat down, I could see Allison pick-up her phone and dial a three digit extension. I heard Allison giving our names into the phone. Whatever response she received took a few seconds longer than usual and was apparently unclear because Allison frowned and asked for it to be repeated. Once Allison was certain of her instructions, she said a simple "yes" into the phone with a look of some disbelief on her face.

Allison stood from behind her desk, disclosing a very attractive figure well-packaged in a rather tight top and skirt, and walked the few steps to where we sat.

"Mrs. Robertson apologizes but she had been delayed by an urgent matter. She should be with you in a few minutes," Allison announced. Then, with a perplexed look, Allison added "I'm not sure what this means, but I was told that I should gather your clothes?"

We knew what it meant. Claire was playing with us. As gently as she could, Mala explained to Allison that "what Mrs. Robertson means is that she wants us to be nude for our meeting with her." Allison's expression suggested that she thought she was having a strange dream as the four of us took off our shoes, then stood and removed the rest of our clothing. As Allison gathered our clothes, she looked a bit better, having a concrete task at hand. Then I could see some confusion on her face as she tried to decide where to put our clothing. Apparently, Allison did not have a procedure for visitors who stripped naked in the reception area.

Unfortunately, the waiting area chairs were upholstered in vinyl, which was chilly and stuck to our bare asses. Nude etiquette called for a towel to sit on and I was wishing that I had one. Claire left us sitting for about twenty minutes. During that time, perhaps a dozen staff walked through the reception area, some multiple times. No one was bashful about looking at the three nude ladies and one nude old man sitting there, but no one said anything either. We were also visible to, and noticed by, people going in and out of the magazine's office across the hall.

After about fifteen minutes, Allison came back over to us. "I'm sorry. I don't know what is taking Mrs. Robertson so long. May I get you something to drink?" 

We declined Allison's offer. Allison continued to stand there and, after a moment, said "May I ask you a question?" We nodded affirmatively.

With seeming embarrassment, Allison asked something that had obviously been on her mind since we had stripped. "How does it feel to be sitting there naked? Aren't you uncomfortable?"

Carla, being closest to Allison's age, answered "No, we're pretty used to it."

Allison persisted, "But aren't you embarrassed? I mean everyone's walking by and seeing you with nothing on."

Carla responded, "No, why should I be embarrassed? I put a lot of time into taking care of my body. If someone wants to look at it, that is a compliment and," and Carla grinned, "a bit exciting."

Sarah added, "Besides, I don't have to worry whether someone is trying to look up my skirt. Everything's right out there to see. It really is fun."

I couldn't tell whether Allison was convinced, but she dropped the subject and went back to her desk. About five minutes later her phone buzzed. She walked back over to us and said "Mrs. Robertson will see you now."

We followed Allison in single file further into the offices. I was walking behind Carla, following her tight bare ass, which is always a joyous thing.

Claire was standing behind a large, very modern, glass and metal desk as we entered her office.

"My naked lawyers," Claire announced. Turning towards Allison, Claire went on, "these are some of the best lawyers in town and they work naked every day in their office." Smiling at Allison, a bit malevolently I thought, Claire asked "Allison, would you consider working in the nude?"

Allison clearly had not been expecting that and blushed. However, she took a moment to formulate her answer and it surprised me.

"If it is as nice as they say, yes I'd like to try it," Allison responded, smiling at us. Allison then left the room. I had a feeling that Claire would give Allison her opportunity to try working nude very soon.

Claire gestured for us to sit. Thankfully, Claire's furniture had cloth upholstery. Mala explained her situation and our plan for serving Claire's various organizations after Mala departed.

Claire frowned and I feared that the upshot of the meeting would be our firm losing a couple million in annual billings. After a lengthy silence, Claire apparently made a decision.

"Mala, I understand why you feel that you must move to India. But, that doesn't mean that I'm happy about it. We've worked well together and I've been very satisfied with your work and your attentiveness to my needs." Claire smiled ironically as if she realized that she was a very demanding client. "I know that Sarah is smart and an excellent lawyer, but her experience is in litigation which is not what I and the organizations I lead need, thank God."

Claire took a deep breath. Here it comes, I thought.

"Still, I like you people." Claire said. "As you know, my approach to life is very different from the majority in our community, although I certainly have a large circle of people who share my interests and amusements. I am sure that there are no other lawyers in town, and maybe not in the country, who would sit naked in my waiting room for twenty minutes and enjoy the experience. That counts for a lot with me."

Claire took another deep breath. The jury was still out and I didn't have a clue how this was going to end. 

"Ok," Claire finally said. "I'm not happy about it, but I will give Sarah a fair chance to show that she can provide the same level and quality of service which Mala provided. I'm also going to expect at least the same level of attention and responsiveness. I will probably test you on that."

With that, Claire stood and extended her hand across the desk. Our meeting was over. We each shook Claire's hand and headed back to reception.

Apparently forewarned that we were coming out, Allison stood in the reception area with our clothes in her arms. While mine were clearly identifiable, it took a minute or two to sort out which tops and skirts went to which of my partners. Allison stood watching us dress with a questioning look on her face. Carla gave her a sympathetic smile which was enough to get Allison to ask her question.

"No underwear?" Allison asked.

Carla smiled. "We really do work naked in our office. We only dress when we have to go out. It is just easier and takes less time not to wear underwear." Carla smiled more broadly and went for the kill. "Besides, I like walking over those vents in the sidewalk and flashing everyone. It's hot."

Dressed, we left the offices. We left the lovely Allison questioning our sanity but also, I think, tempted and intrigued. 

Walking back into our offices, we started to undress. Erin's questioning look required no further explanation.

"We've still got Claire's business," Sarah reported, "for now at least. My guess is that Claire will make things difficult for us for a while just to prove that she can."

Along with her myriad other functions, Erin had taken over our internal bookkeeping. She knew well how important Claire was to us (the real problem was that Claire knew also). Erin looked relieved.

Our meeting with Claire was on a Friday morning. Mala was leaving for India, for good, the following Monday. The rest of the day was spent helping Mala finish packing up her things at the office and then at our home. Some things were being shipped to India. Some was going into storage here until Mala really got settled on the Subcontinent.

Saturday evening was Mala's going away party at our house. The weather cooperated fully. We had a total of about a hundred people come by for at least part of the evening. Eighty percent of them got naked as, of course, were the four of us the entire time.

Around 11:00 p.m., the party had dwindled to 25 or so pretty close friends. We had the pool light on and tiki torches around the pool area, creating a warm, almost tropical light in the darkness.

Everyone was sipping drinks and chatting when Sarah and Mala pulled a cushioned chaise to the center of the pool deck. Mala seemed to be breathing a bit hard.

Mala stood naked next to a naked Sarah as Sarah shouted, "May I have your attention." Once everyone quieted down and focused on Sarah, she went on. 

"As you know, Mala is leaving us. To Carla, Harry, and me, Mala has been our friend, our sister, and our lover. Primarily, though, she has been Harry's lover. You may also know that Mala and Harry haven't always been reluctant to pleasure each other for an audience. Since we are all good friends here, I suggested, and Mala agreed, that she and Harry should have one last public fuck. Harry, get your dick up here."

I was caught totally by surprise. However, Mala's olive skin and perfect figure looked so wonderful in the soft light that any reluctance I had was swiftly overcome (of course several drinks over the evening played no role). I walked up to Mala and we began a deep, passionate kiss. Mala's left hand cupped my balls while her right stroked the underside of my dick. After she got me partially hard, Mala sunk gracefully to her knees and took me in her mouth.

Mala is very talented at giving oral sex. Staring into her eyes as she sucked me was incredibly exciting. Soon, I was very hard and tapped her shoulder. Mala let my rigid dick slide out of her mouth, and then stood. She took a couple steps to the chaise where she lay down on her back, spreading her legs. She was smiling and her eyes gleamed as I mounted her.

Mala's cunt was very wet. She gripped my dick with her pelvic muscles with surprising force. Mala's legs were looped around me. I was thrusting gently because I wanted to make the coupling last as long as possible. I leaned down and began licking one of Mala's erect nipples.

Mala was content with my leisurely pace for a time. However, as her stimulation increased, she began pulling me into her harder. I responded with my powerful and rapid thrusts. Nothing around us existed except my dick moving in her cunt and her gorgeous eyes. 

Finally, Mala's whole body flexed as she let out a loud moan. An instant later, I came in her more forcefully and longer than I could ever recall having cum. After our nearly simultaneous orgasms, I lowered myself onto the cushion beside Mala and licked sweat from between her breasts. Slowly, I regained awareness that there was a group of people around us who were starting to applaud. I helped Mala up. We stood there, me with a bit of seaman on the tip of my dick while some more was running down Mala's left thigh. We were both very happy and proud that our friends had seen our expression of our love for each other.

Mala was not, however, quite done. Gently pushing Mala back into the chaise, Sarah said "I need to clean you up."

Mala languidly spread her legs again as Sarah licked my cum off of her legs and around her cunt. Sarah then licked Mala to another orgasm.

After our guests had left, Mala, Sarah, Carla, and I decided to put cleaning up off until Sunday. Carla got me hard again the sat me in the chaise. Mala straddled me on lowered herself onto my dick while Sarah and Carla each sucked one of her tits.

Despite an excess of "goodbye" sex, we did clean up from the party and we did get Mala to the airport on Monday, regretfully. Parting in front of security was painful. Just before she headed to the x-ray machine, I kissed Mala one last time. Mala whispered in my ear "I went off of birth control before I left India."

For some reason, Mala's parting shot did not cause me the anxiety that I would have expected. To the contrary, I felt that it would be an honor to have impregnated her. The overall mood, however, was very down as we left the airport.

We moped into the office and stripped off. Erin, Terry, and Mel (who was working for us part-time again that summer) appreciated our mood and gave us space. My office was between Sarah's and Carla's. Late that afternoon, I heard Sarah's outside line ring, heard some muffled conversation, heard Sarah hanging up her phone, and then heard Sarah yell "Jesus Christ!"

Sarah's yell was loud enough that it brought Carla and me both into her office. Sarah had a look of intense annoyance.

Much more loudly than necessary, Sarah explained "Claire just called. She's having another of her goddamned parties. She wants to have two couples fucking in what she calls 'display cases' to entertain her guests. She says that Jessica and Keith have agreed, been pressured in truth, to do it and she wants us to be the other couple. Fuck that!"

Carla softly asked "When is it?" Sarah spat out a date a couple of weeks off.

Carla and I stood silently letting Sarah's anger and frustration cool. After several minutes, Carla started to smile slightly. Very hesitantly, she said "It could be fun."

Sarah just glared. 

Carla turned to me and repeated, "It could be fun. I sort of like fucking in public. Besides, Claire has us be the pubic hairs." 

Carla looked in my eyes, clearly saying that she was up for it if I was. Sex with Carla any time was an exciting prospect and, to be honest, I "sort of" enjoyed public sex also. Being seen making love to a lady as beautiful and intelligent as Carla was no shame, even if Claire invited people who knew us, as I expected she would.

"Only because making love to you any time any place is so special," I told Carla, "Ok." Carla kissed me. Sarah was not entirely amused.




Legally Nude Ch. 10



Two Saturdays later, Carla and I were at Rick and Claire's mansion an hour before the start of the party, as directed. Before leaving the house, Carla had shaved her patch to a landing strip, trimmed mine, and shaved my balls.

Claire uses college girls or recent grads with whom she has a connection to staff her parties (that was how we initially met Erin). A young blonde led us to a medium sized room off of the ballroom where Rick and Claire hosted their larger parties. I was dubious that Jessica and Keith would really do this. They were, after all, professional dancers with reputations. However, they were there, looking somewhat sheepish.

The room was dominated by two long objects, about chest high, covered in black cloth. For some reason, the idea of two coffins popped into my mind. Claire was there and had the top cloths removed from both objects. What was revealed were long boxes, which did look like oversized coffins, made of clear Plexiglas. Claire had these made for the party and was very proud of them, calling them "display cases." I noticed that there were several rectangular openings in the sides and lids on the boxes covered with a very fine mesh material. Air and sound could pass through, but not solid objects. Each box had cushions built into the bottom. Each box sat on a wheeled gurney which was covered in black cloth.

Claire explained that we were to wait in that room. Once most of the guests had arrived, she would send one of her girls in to tell us. We were the supposed to strip naked and each couple would get into a display case. The cases would be covered and wheeled into the ballroom. When the covers were removed, we were to be fucking.

Claire explained that we would be left on display for about two hours, "and I expect to see cock in cunt for at least 90% of that time." Then we would be covered and wheeled back here for a fifteen minute break to use the john. Then we'd get back in the display cases and be wheeled back out for another hour to hour and a half, "if that's all-right." Claire's tone communicated that we would be doing it whether it was all-right with us or not.

Having issued her instructions, Claire left the room. Anne, the blonde who had brought us back there, gave what I took as a sympathetic glance and left also. Jessica, Keith, Carla, and I made a few nervous jokes. Then we got a bit serious about how we were going to do this. 

There were stepstools beside each gurney. Keith and I carefully lifted the lids off of both display cases. Carla and I then climbed into one of the cases, clothed, and Keith and Jessica replaced the lid. 

There was plenty of air inside the display case and we could hear Jessica and Keith's conversation very clearly. The cushions were actually very comfortable. The case was big enough that we could lay side-by-side or trade the on-top position without great difficulty. After we got out of our display case, we let Jessica and Keith familiarize them with theirs. After that, there was nothing to do but wait. Claire had provided us with drinks, but, facing no toilet access for an extended period, we avoided them.

Carla and I quickly decided that it was silly to stand there clothed when we would be on display outside naked and fucking, so we stripped down. Jessica and Keith kept their clothes on.

Jessica, who was a good friend, decided to make a joke of the fact that I was, by several years, the oldest among us: "Claire wants you to have a hard-on for two hours. Did you remember to take your Viagra Harry?"

Carla shimmied her bare ass. "With this next to him, he don't need no Viagra!" We all laughed even though it wasn't that funny.

Finally, Anne came in with another girl to say that it was time. She seemed pleased that Carla and I were already naked. We climbed into our display case and Anne and the other put our lid on us. We waited a minute while Jessica and Keith stripped off. This was pleasant for both Carla and me. Like Carla, Jessica is stunningly beautiful nude. Keith has the largest penis I or Carla, or apparently Anne and her assistant, had ever seen.

Once we were all in our display cases, we were covered and then we felt ourselves being wheeled into the ballroom. We could vaguely hear Claire saying something over a PA system (Claire loves to use PA systems at her parties. I wonder how much her neighbors hear). Carla had been stroking me to get me hard and I used this time to mount and enter her.

Suddenly, the cloth cover was pulled off of our display case. Our eyes having gotten used to the dark, it was a bit like a flashbulb going off. I started gently thrusting into Carla (we had to keep it going for two hours after all) and we both began to look around.

There were guests right up against our display case watching us. At first, I guess they were a bit shocked and said nothing. Then we began hearing a variety of comments about our bodies and our technique. Across the room, I could see the other case with a naked Keith on top of a naked Jessica inside.

Being on display fucking was actually great fun. We were the center of attention, and most of the comments we heard were complimentary. Claire had also made it clear that she expected orgasms, so I had picked up the pace to induce one when we clearly heard a male voice outside our case.

"JEEEsus, that's Harry and Carla!"

I was too busy to turn and see who it was. Then I heard a vaguely familiar female voice.

"Lucky them!"

"What?" the male voice said.

"You don't think that would be erotic to do?" the female inquired. Apparently, she got a negative non-verbal response because I heard her huff and they walked away.

I'm confident that Carla had a real orgasm, but she added some sounds for effect which brought another crowd around our case. To make it interesting, I pulled out and came on Carla's beautiful face. Carla was smiling from ear-to-ear the whole time.

After the crowd dispersed, we used the edge of a cushion to wipe Carla off. Then we shared a long deep kiss. We were really enjoying this.

The two hours, if it was that, passed much more quickly and pleasurably than we expected. Sarah and Erin had come to the party. I saw them walk by our display case a couple of times, both dressed but still delectable. Sooner than we expected, our case was covered and we were wheeled out of the ballroom.

Carla was climbing out of our display case as Jessica and Keith were rolled in. All four of us needed to pee, which took time as there was only one toilet. We were stretching in preparation for another session on display when Sarah and Erin walked into the room.

Sarah naturally commands any room she is in, and did this one. She announced, "Jessica, Carla, you guys need a longer break."

With that, Sarah and Erin both pulled their dresses over their heads revealing that they were naked underneath.

Sarah looked at Erin. "Which one do you want?" Sarah asked.

Erin smiled. "If it doesn't upset you, I'd like Harry."

Sarah smiled. "That's ok. I'll enjoy Keith's huge Dick."

Just then, Anne and her assistant walked in. They seemed perplexed to see four naked women. However, Anne began to smile as Sarah and Erin climbed into the display cases. Anne said, "I'll hang the dresses up."

I followed Erin into our display case. Before I got in, I looked down at her lying there naked and smiling. I looked at her dark red hair and her lively green eyes. I visually savored the slightly tawny complexion that some redheads have and which Erin had from head to toe. I notice a few freckles on her breasts. I verified from the neatly trimmed patch between her legs that Erin was a natural redhead. In sum, Erin was gorgeous. This was an unexpected treat.

I got into the display case and lay next to Erin. We began kissing as she ran her finger gently between my legs and over my balls. I began gently fingering her clit. Then we were covered into darkness. Erin climbed on top of me as we were wheeled back into the ballroom.

"If I'm on top, it should give a better view of your dick in me, and everyone can see my asshole," Erin explained. 

I said nothing but began feeling with my tongue to find one of her nipples. I was quite hard by the time our case was in the desired position and Erin slid down on me. We were going well when our cover was pulled off.

Erin was exceptionally good on top and we were soon both breathing heavily in anticipation of cumming (actually only my second of the evening). Erin flicked my earlobe with her tongue and said, "In me, please."

A few seconds later I came in Erin as she convulsed and moaned loudly.

After our first time making love, we were still focused on each other until someone outside our display case said, "That's a different girl. It was a blonde, but she's a redhead."

That reminded Erin exactly what she was doing. She began looking around so that she could see the clothed people watching her naked and fucking. Like Carla earlier, Erin's exquisitely beautiful body, and her moan, drew a considerable crowd around us. I promise you that they weren't there to look at me.

Erin put her mouth next to my ear; covering my face with her wonderful hair (it tasted good too). She whispered. "This is so great!" Then she giggled. "Oh shit, my parents are here somewhere."

Having given each other one good orgasm, we began to enjoy the exhibitionism of what we were doing. Each of us recognized some of the people who stopped to peer into our display case at our nude co-joined bodies. It briefly flashed into my mind that this beautiful lady who was so clearly enjoying putting herself on display was a honors Ivy League grad and one of the four brightest, and nicest, people I knew. Still, Erin's evident joy in exhibitionism drove her even higher in my estimation.

We were slowly quasi-fucking when we heard a loud yelp. I said to Erin, "Sarah just came." Erin started laughing.

I gave Erin one more O before Anne and her assistant lifted the lid off of our case. Anne placed a stool beside our gurney and asked us to step out. First Erin then I climbed out of our display case, nude and sweaty, with a room full of clothed people looking at us. We were left standing there as Anne and her helper went across the room and released Sarah and Keith. When we were each standing on front of our display cases, Claire got back on her microphone.

"I hope that you will join me in thanking our live entertainment tonight. Our performers threw me a curve because the ladies I see standing there now are not whom I expected. Anyway, let's give them a hand. To my left are Erin ___ and Harry ____, and to my right are Sarah ____ and Keith ____. Earlier, Harry was partnered with Carla ____ and Keith was with Jessica _____." Of course, Claire used all of our full names.

After nervous applause, Claire went on. "Since our entertainers have performed so diligently, if pleasurably, I think they have earned a drink." Pointing to the far end of the room, Claire said "Ladies, gentlemen, in case you did not notice, the bar is over there."

Erin gave me a smile, shrugged, and started towards the bar. I followed her perfectly shaped bare behind and her exciting back. At the bar, we each ordered vodka-tonic as Sarah and Keith walked up, also still nude. I gave Keith a questioning look.

Keith smiled, "A lot more enjoyable than I had expected."

I heard Jessica's voice behind me saying, "Fucking Sarah was more enjoyable than you expected?"

Keith was reasonably quick. "No, my love, it was the opportunity to confirm my passion for you and show that I love and enjoy you in any circumstances."

Carla came up and put her arm around my bare waist. Somewhere she had found a very sheer black dress that highlighted her blonde hair. Drink in hand, Erin took a step towards be so that our bare thighs were touching.

Just then, a pair of the guests stepped into our circle. They were an attractive couple, a few years younger than me. Casually, but expensively dressed. The man had what appeared to be a good natured expression on his face as he extended his hand.

"Good evening, "he said. "I don't believe that we've met. I'm Erin's father. This is her mother."



Legally Nude Ch. 11



This story is the eleventh in a series. This installment is less erotica than usual but is necessary, in the author's view, to move the overall story along. Hopefully, it is still an entertaining read. 

*****

I have to admit that it isn't often to my experience that you meet a girl's parents while you are standing naked with her after having just publicly fucked her for over an hour. Notwithstanding the atypical circumstances of our meeting, Erin's parents, Greg and Brenda, turned out to be good, broad-minded people. They play roles in stories yet to be told.

On balance, life seemed fairly good. The public sex with Erin was the beginning of her becoming a complete part of our family; although we still required her to wear clothes at work. I was inexplicably fortunate to be surrounded by three ladies as intelligent, personable, and incredibly beautiful as Sarah, Carla, and Erin.

With Sarah taking over the transactional part of our practice after Mala's departure, Carla teamed up with me on the "Sinking Hillside Condo" case. We took another trip to Munich to prepare our German engineer/expert witness for his deposition. This allowed me to introduce Carla to Ute, the fun of a German nude coed spa, and the joy of lying naked in the Englischer Garten. Using me as a teaching tool, Ute introduced Carla to the art of prostate massage. The reaction this produced convinced Carla that she needed to practice her new skill frequently. I didn't dissuade her.

Following a very strong deposition given by our expert and a poor deposition given by the man who had been the defendant's lead engineer on our clients' project, we got a settlement. While our clients did not recover their full anticipated profit from the condo building that slid down the hill, they did net a couple million dollars. They were happy.

Life seemed pretty decent that morning when Sarah suddenly appeared in my office door. Ordinarily, the sight of Sarah's stunningly beautiful nude body in my door would raise my spirits further. However, the look on her face told me that something was very wrong. She reinforced that foreboding by closing my office door behind her. We never closed doors in our offices. 

"Harry, we've got a problem. Last evening, I was looking for some older information about the contemporary dance troop. When I couldn't find it in the paper files Mala left, I looked in her computer. You know, none of us have gone through what's on Mala's computer since she left. Anyway, I found this." Sarah handed me a string of e-mail which she had printed out.

Reading them in chronological order, I saw a message from Mala to Claire Richardson about 18 months ago asking about something in the dance troop's corporate records that had Mala confused. Claire's response was chilling. Claire had very openly admitted to approving payment of bogus invoices submitted to the dance troop and several of the other non-profits which she led and admitted to pocketing the money.

Mala's response to Claire showed someone trying to alert their client to a serious problem without irritating the client sufficiently that the client tuned them out. Mala did not tell Claire outright that she had committed theft. Rather, Mala's reply used phrases like "aggressive prosecutor" and "could." Mercifully, Mala had avoided giving Claire any advice for going forward so there was nothing documented that could be construed as Mala advising Claire on how to cover her tracks. When I finished reading, I looked up at Sarah questioningly.

Sarah was agitated. "Harry, Mala never told anyone."

"Well," I said, "Claire is a client and this was in confidence. I'm not sure Mala could disclose this."

"Harry," Sarah shrieked, "those non-profits were also clients. Don't you think Mala had some duty to inform them that Claire was stealing from them? Also, you know as well as I that, once someone starts this sort of thing, they usually keep on. Professional Conduct Rule 4.1 requires us to disclose information necessary to avoid assisting a client to commit an illegal act. We still need to report this."

"Ok," I said, "You may be right, but we're not making that call by ourselves. I at least want an opinion from an outside lawyer that we are obligated to disclose this."

The best white-collar criminal defense lawyer in town worked at the large form where I used to work. He had been the Chief Assistant US Attorney for the Criminal Division in our district. I had worked the civil side of a few of his cases once he came to my old firm. We got along well and I respected his judgment. I gave Ron a call.

After hearing the situation, Ron said, "Harry, I think that you need to disclose this and I'm worried about complicity exposure if you don't. But, I want another opinion on the ethics issue. Sorry my friend, but this is going to cost you some coin. I'm calling" and then he named the leading professional ethics lawyer in the state.

Ron was able to get the ethics specialist on the phone. That lawyer confirmed that we had reason to believe that Claire's thefts were ongoing and that we were, at least, ethically permitted to report what we knew. He also advised that we had to stop representing Claire and all of her non-profits immediately. There went 95% of Sarah's work.

A few days later, Sarah, Carla, and I were sitting, uncomfortably clothed, in Ron's office explaining what we knew to a couple of Assistant US Attorneys. That was soon followed by the empanelling of a federal grand jury. The grand jury subpoenas included all data and every computer in our offices. Sarah, Carla, and I were all subpoenaed to testify. Confident that we had done nothing wrong, we decided, with Ron's advice, to testify rather than invoking the Fifth Amendment. Carla and I had never worked on any of Claire's matters. Fortunately, the USAs either didn't know or didn't care about our social activities with Claire and Rick. Carla and I were each out in a few hours.

Sarah was a different story. Next to Claire, who was staying silent, Sarah knew more about the operations of the non-profits than anyone else in town. Claire had been a major contributor and the procurer of most of the other major contributors. Her fellow board members were completely happy to enjoy the prestige while letting Claire run the show. Mala, of course, knew a lot more than Sarah. However, no one could get a hold of Mala in India. As much as I love Mala, even I had to concede that the timing of her move looked suspicious. Consequently, Sarah spent several grueling days in front of the grand jury. A "little bird" told us that the lead USA on the case was trying to build a case against Sarah and Mala.

A couple of things, I think, saved Sarah. First, a thorough review of all the records disclosed no evidence that Claire had taken any money from any of the non-profits after Mala's e-mail warning Claire that what she was doing "could" be considered criminal. Second, the dance troop and the other non-profits all used the same outside accounting firm. Considerable digging revealed that Claire had bought a Mercedes and given it to one of that firm's partners and had paid for a number of very expensive trips for him and his wife. That gave the USAs a professional target against whom they had a much better case than against Sarah.

Finally, word came down that the federal grand jury was being dismissed. While there may have been federal crimes, the USAs had decided that the primary crimes were local and that this should be prosecuted at the state level. They were turning their investigatory files over to our county prosecutor.

I groaned inwardly upon learning that. Prosecutors in our state are elected and the one in our county was always happy to grandstand to keep his name and "tough on crime" image in front of the voters. More specifically, he was very sensitive to the local media. Our daily newspaper, which is way to the right of conservative, had already said in almost these words that any lawyers who worked naked must be involved in these thefts and other heinous conduct besides. I feared that the Prosecutor would take a run at us to placate the paper. 

I was happy to learn that I was being unfair to our Prosecutor. In a face-to-face with him and Ron, he told me in so many words that he could see no case against any of us. That, however, did not spare Sarah several more days before a state grand jury.

Sarah was also enduring an investigation by Disciplinary Counsel. We were finally able to convince him that Sarah acted appropriately as soon as she learned of Claire's thefts. That didn't get Mala off of the hook, but Mala had put her license on inactive status when she left for India (our state does give CLE courses in New Delhi) and Disciplinary Counsel did not have the resources to chase her over there. It would be an issue to address if Mala ever came back and sought to reactivate her license.

Finally, indictments were returned against Claire and the accountant. While Sarah was off of the criminal and ethical hooks, she was still an important witness in the Prosecutor's view. Claire had retained high-powered defense lawyers who were pushing her speedy trial rights. 

Sarah was spending more time with the Assistant Prosecutors than with us, and it was taking a severe toll. Usually energetic and assertive, Sarah had become listless and indecisive. Carla, Erin, and I tried to engage her physically and psychologically. Sex had always been something about which Sarah had been invariably enthusiastic. No longer.

Finally, right around Thanksgiving, we heard that Claire had made a plea deal. Her sentencing was set for just after the first of the next year. We went.

The story which came out at the sentencing made you feel a bit sorry for Claire. While Rick had made a very good salary, their real wealth was money Claire had inherited. Claire realized that the various positions and prominence she had acquired had come through her wealth and force of personality. She had no real qualifications to do any of these jobs. Claire had concluded that, to ensure her position, she needed to increase her wealth and had invested very aggressively. That strategy had worked reasonably well until the Financial Crisis when Claire received a harsh and very expensive lesson in the real meaning of "risk." The only other money to which Claire had access was the money under her control as chair of these various arts non-profits. To her slight credit, I suppose, she did not try to steal enough to recoup her massive losses. She did steal enough to maintain her life style while she looked for a longer-term fix. 

Claire had, genuinely, made a number of important contributions to our community. Her sexually-oriented recreational pursuits did not come out at her sentencing. Still, she had stolen over $ 5 million. That earned her a three year sentence, with 18 months suspended. So, Claire would spend a year and half in the state prison for women. It was sad. I felt somewhat guilty that some of my sadness came from the realization that there would be no more of Claire's parties. Those had been great fun.

Although it was January in the Midwest, we had erected a heated tent over the Jacuzzi so that we could use it year-round. A quick, brisk bare run from the patio door put you inside the heated tent. Sarah, Carla, Erin, and I were lounging in the Jacuzzi the evening of Claire's sentencing. After some general discussion of the events of the day, Carla pointed out that we were left with some upsides.

"Claire put some money in our pockets legitimately. We had a great time at her parties." Carla paused. "Most importantly, Claire introduced us to Erin." With that Carla gave Erin a bare hug. 

After a couple of minutes of smiles, Sarah cleared her throat.

"I need to tell you guys a few things. This business with Claire has really messed me up. I loved and trusted Mala, but I feel like she betrayed us badly by not telling us what she knew about Claire and, instead, just leaving us. I liked and trusted Claire. I feel like there isn't anyone I can trust now."

This last comment brought protests from the three of us. Sarah went on.

"It isn't you guys, it's me. I know that I haven't been pleasant to be around. I don't have any work so I'm not contributing to the firm. I just need to go off for a while and get my head back together."

Again, we all protested that her leaving was the last thing we wanted, but some of Sarah's assertiveness was coming back.

"I don't think I told any of you, but I was in the sailing club in college. I used to sail a lot. With law school and the practice, I haven't had much time the last few years. Anyway, there's an around the world race coming up next year, like the Volvo, only this one has only all-women crews. One of the captains was a year ahead of me in college. I used to sail with her some. Anyway, I called her and she said she'd give me some training and a tryout for her crew if I came out to San Diego. Of course, I probably won't make it, but I'm going to San Diego for a few months."

I'd never known Sarah not to accomplish her goals, so I asked "When does the race start and how long is it supposed to take?"

"Well, the race starts from Providence in April and they estimate about ten months."

"So, you'll be gone over a year?"

"Only if I make the team."

"When are you leaving?"

"Day after tomorrow."

Shit. I could see from her face that Carla felt the same way. Erin didn't know Sarah as well as we did, so her sense of loss might not have been as great.

Seeing that she had just dumped on us, Sarah soldiered on. "I'd like to leave my stuff here. I'll help you box it up tomorrow. Since I'm going to be gone a while, I think that Erin ought to move in here. Are you up for that Erin?"

Erin responded hesitantly. "Of course, I'd love to live, eat, and sleep with Carla and Harry; but not at the expense of losing you."

"Well, I'm gone either way. I need to get myself back together. I almost got indicted and I almost got disbarred."

That was an exaggeration, but now wasn't the time to argue about it.

Sarah stood up. I watched the water drip off of her nipples. She smiled.

"You're not going to have me much longer. You better come upstairs and enjoy me while you can."

With that, she turned her lovely bare ass towards us and got out of the Jacuzzi. Carla, Erin, and I followed close behind.

Upstairs, we tried to engage Sarah in the things we knew she enjoyed. She just wasn't into it. The "highlight" was her sitting on the bed as Carla showed Erin how to get me off by massaging my prostate. Carla, Erin, or Sarah can put their finger up my asshole any time.

The next day was spent boxing Sarah's things to go into the attic and helping her pack. Erin got dressed, went out, and found us some over-priced, but fresh, seafood so we made Sarah's favorite seafood stew. Sarah was a bit more enthusiastic on her last night with us. Each of us tried hard to give her pleasure. Erin had never had sex with another woman until she hooked up with us. That night, I enjoyed watching Erin's bare ass wiggle as her face was buried between Sarah's legs. Carla surprised us all by putting on a strap-on and fucking Sarah like a man. Carla had come a long ways from the timid big firm associate who had been stuck with doing a deposition at a nudist resort.

The next day was just sad. I gave Sarah a long kiss at the airport. As I watched her go through security, I had a terrible sense of passing. I expected that it would be a very long time before we saw Sarah again. Amy, my original nude partner, was dead. Sarah was leaving as I watched. Mala had vanished. I guess change really is the only constant in life. Still, I was very down.

Carla must have sensed my mood. As Sarah disappeared past the x-ray machines, Carla took my right hand in hers. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "We'll make this work." Erin smiled and took my left hand in hers. Together, the three of us walked to the car.

The fallout from the Claire Robertson fiasco continued. Our long-time secretary, Terry, announced her retirement. Her stated reason was that her daughter had graduated from her Ivy League college and had taken a career-ladder job in Boston, and Terry wanted to be close to her daughter. I suspected that Terry feared that our reduced revenues meant her job would evaporate anyway. That was never our intent. Although it was a voluntary resignation, we gave Terry a six figure severance bonus. As I explained, 

"Boston's cost of living is a lot higher than out here in flyover land. Since you won't be working naked any more, you'll probably also need to spend more on clothes."

Terry chuckled. "I don't know if I can take another job. Out of habit, I'd probably walk in the first day and strip naked."

Although she was dramatically over-qualified, Erin stepped in to take over Terry's duties along with her own. Erin became even more vital for us. Despite lacking formal business training, she was a very astute business person. She completely took over the business aspects of our firm so that Carla and I could focus on billing hours. 

We also, after numerous requests from her, gave Erin permission to work nude. Since she was still our designated person for errands outside the office, she kept a dress in the office. Many times, I watched her pull the dress over her bare body as she left for a courthouse. Her dress was rather short. I had to believe that she had given more than a few people a very beautiful view on windy days.

Shortly after Claire reported for prison, we saw a news report that Rick, her husband, had been found dead in their mansion. The gossip mill immediately rendered a verdict of suicide. I had no idea of the cause of death, and it wasn't my business.

Donors apparently hate scandal. Donations to the contemporary dance troop dried up and it folded. That left Jessica and Keith unemployed. Word had gotten out about some of their social involvement with Claire. Jessica explained to me that she thought they had, in substance, been blacklisted because of it. Whatever the reason, they were having a terrible time finding paying work. 

Jessica and Keith eventually had to give up the spacious apartment which Sarah had gotten for them. After bouncing through a couple of real rat holes in bad parts of town, all they could afford, Jessica hesitantly asked if they could move in with us temporarily. Of course we agreed. A relieved Jessica quipped, "I can also save money on clothes." They understood our rule that clothing was not to be worn in our house.

Fortunately, most of our clients stayed with us and, more importantly, our referral sources kept referring. Illustrating the somewhat parasitic nature of our business, we had a huge windfall when one of the kinky entrepreneurs whom we'd met through Claire was hit and killed by a delivery van in the parking lot outside his office. His young, but rather unattractive, widow hired us to pursue the wrongful death claim.

This was a great case for several reasons. The van belonged to one of the huge worldwide delivery companies. The driver had just made a delivery in the building and had more deliveries left on his route so there was no possible claim that he was outside the scope of his employment. The driver had also had a beer and a few shots with his lunch that day. His immediate supervisor knew that the driver often drank on the job but had not reported that up the company chain of command because he liked the driver and didn't want him to lose his job. The phrase "punitive damages" ran through my mind.

Most importantly for this case was the fact that, based on what the deceased had earned in his first 29 years, it was entirely plausible that his total earnings over a normal life span would be in the billions. Of course, a number that large would not be digestible for a jury in our part of the world. We were able to get a fairly quick settlement in the high eight figures. Our one-third contingent fee was in the low eight figures. A wonderful case if you overlooked the fact that our client had lost her husband.




Legally Nude Ch. 11



Shortly after we settled the delivery van case, we received an e-mail from Sarah. She had made the crew for the around-the-world race. Better still, her friend the captain had allowed Sarah to go nude on board the racer. A couple of the other crew had started going nude also. Sarah had hopes of converting her team into the first team to compete an around-the-world race entirely in the nude.

The delivery van case had put money in our bank account again (although we were still depositing a quarter of our profit into Sarah's bank account). With our otherwise reduced workload, Carla and Erin decided that we needed a vacation. With no prompting from me, the ladies decided that the appropriate place for us to relax was Club Orient on St. Martin.

I settled into the seat on our connecting flight from San Juan to the Princess Juliana airport. On either side of me was a very bright and beautiful young lady. The three of us would spend the next ten days without a stitch of clothes on. Life was coming back together.



Legally Nude Ch. 12



This story is the twelfth in a series. The prior installments provide context and background on the individual characters. However, the author hopes that this story may be read with pleasure as a stand-alone piece.

*****

It had been a long time since I had been to Orient Bay on the French side of the island of St. Maarten/St. Martin. When I first saw it, the bay basically had just Club Orient (one of the world's best clothing optional resorts) and a few shacks further along the beach selling food. I was taken aback to see large resort hotels built further along the beach and on the hillsides overlooking the beach. Fortunately, the resort at the southeastern end of the beach remained fully clothing-optional. Erin, Carla, and I opted to wear no clothing at all.

It was a joy to walk bare to the beach or to the bar/restaurant. Each morning, we would get up and go to the outdoor shower behind the chalet, washing each other in full view of whoever was passing by. Often, guests in the neighboring chalets would also be outside showering and we'd strike up conversations.

In fact, we only dressed twice for a few hours each time during our ten day stay. Once to go to a marvelous restaurant in Grand Case and once so the ladies could spend an afternoon shopping in Marigot. Even in Marigot, I was gratified that both Erin and Carla wore sundresses with nothing underneath. That the breezes off of the small harbor in Marigot exposed them both more than once only added to their enjoyment of the day.

The point of the trip was to relax and recover from the gyrations we had recently been through. We did little that makes for interesting reading. Generally, the high point of our day came between 10:00 and 11:00 a.m. when a busload or two of people from cruise ships docked in Phillipsburg we be discharged onto the beach, drawn by the cruise lines' promises of real, live "nudies." It was fascinating, if a bit perverse, to see who among the cruise ship passengers actually stripped down and went nude. Many just walked up and down the nude section of the beach staring before retreating to the safer clothed and more commercial parts of the beach. Although there are large signs proclaiming that photography is not allowed on the nude section of the beach, I have no doubt that Erin's and Carla's bare tits and cunts and my bare dick made it into a number of vacationers' photo albums. Erin and Carla are, undoubtedly, the most beautiful sights anyone could photograph anywhere. Me, well, pretty much just a waste of pixels.

There was really only one adventure during our time in St. Martin. There is a reasonably large, uninhabited island further out in Orient Bay. Several of the resorts, including ours, take guests there for picnics and snorkeling. We had arranged with our resort's water sports concessionaire to take the three of us out to the island, with a couple of baskets of brunch and sunscreen, just before dawn. It was a marvelous experience for the three of us to stand naked, hand-in-hand, on the beach facing towards the Atlantic to watch the sunrise.

As the sun rose higher in the Eastern sky, we walked around the island and realized two things: (1) We were alone on the island and (2) we could see, indistinctly, the people starting to move around outside at the various resorts around the Bay. Of course, that meant that they could likely see us too if they cared to look. The appeal of having sex with that many potential viewers was just too strong to resist. Soon, Erin was on her back in the sand with me thrusting into her pussy and Carla squatting above her face.

Not surprisingly, we became very absorbed in ourselves. It was not until Erin had cum with a loud moan and Carla with a shriek that we heard a female voice, very close by, say "wow." Rolling off of Erin and looking to my left, I saw a couple who appeared to be in their late 20s standing about ten feet away. The lady was wearing a reasonably conservative bikini while her partner was bare-chested and wearing board shorts.

After a moment, the lady, who had uttered the "wow," broke the silence. "We were, ugh, walking along the beach and we, ugh, came on you guys. I know that we should have turned back or said something, but, you were just so, well, wonderful to watch. I'm sorry."

Erin sprang up off of the sand and walked over to the couple, smiling and extending her hand. "Absolutely do not apologize. It's a public beach. We get a little carried away sometimes, but I hope that you liked what you saw."

The young lady shook Erin's hand and said, "Absolutely, we loved it. I never thought that watching others make love would be so much like, well, like watching art."

Erin, Carla, and I all smiled at the compliment. Carla spoke up, "we shouldn't take up any more of your time. The island is big and you probably want your privacy. I hope that we've given the two of you some inspiration."

The young lady in the bikini responded, "You certainly have," nodding towards her partner's groin where a substantial hard-on was visible through his board shorts. "But," the young lady continued, "It hardly seems fair for us to let you leave." With that, she reached behind her neck and undid the tie to her bikini top. Taking her top off, she revealed two nicely shaped but completely white breasts.

Through this entire exchange, the young man had said nothing. His wife or girlfriend dropped her top on the sand and walked over to him. Looking into his eyes, she put her hand on the waistband of his shorts at each hip and pushed his shorts down to his ankles. I must say that he had a fairly impressive erection, but his mid-section matched his partner's breasts: lily white. The young lady then pushed her own bikini bottoms down to her ankles and stepped out of them. The contrast between her tanned abdomen and legs and the bright white skin on her ass and her pubes naturally drew attention to her newly exposed areas. She looked very sexy.

After stripping her partner and herself, she kneeled on the sand in front of her partner. Placing her left hand around his shaft, she began licking the underside of his dickhead. After a few moments she took first his head and then much of his shaft into her mouth. The young lady was obviously talented at oral sex. Before long, her partner was making jerky spasms and seemed likely to fall. The young lady finally released her partner's penis from her mouth. She glanced at us and smiled, showing a bit of seaman at the corners of her mouth. Still smiling at us, she licked the seaman away with what was obviously a skillful tongue.

Our new friends were not finished. The young lady sat back on her ass and spun slightly so that she was facing us. She then laid back and spread her legs, giving us an unobstructed view of a very attractive pussy. The view did not remain unobstructed for long as her silent partner took his cue, kneeled on the sand between her legs, leaned forward, and began to eat her. While I can't really comment on his technique, he soon elicited a low continuing moan from his partner that slowly built to a much louder, passionate crescendo.

After her partner finished, the young lady lay spread-eagled in the sand for a few moments, panting, before she stood up on unsteady legs. Whether due to the heat or the sex I don't know, but there were beads of sweat on the white skin between her breasts that were very endearing.

Erin walked over to the young couple (although they were probably older than Erin) and took a hand of each of them. "You need something to drink," Erin said. "We have some wine and water in our hamper down the beach. Please join us."

The couple each bent down to pick up their swimwear. The man made a gesture miming putting his shorts on, but the lady shook her head. They walked naked with us to our hampers on the beach facing our resort.

After we had opened and shared a bottle of wine, Carla said "If you two intend to leave your clothes off, you need to be careful of the sun. Your sensitive bits will burn real fast." Reaching into another hamper, Carla pulled out a bottle and said "We have some SPF 50 sunscreen."

The young lady responded, "Why, thank you. I would like to leave my clothes off for a while," she grinned, "but I'm not sure I can do a good job putting sunscreen all over me." Nodding towards me, she added "could I ask him to do it?" She was an attractive lady and I acquiesced. As put sunscreen in my hand and started spreading it on her shoulders, Carla took another bottle from the hamper and went to the young man. 

"I suspect that protecting this is your highest priority," Carla said as she began smoothing sunscreen onto his penis. I could see that he didn't disagree.

I got no points for trying to be a gentleman. His lady friend said over her shoulder to me, "maybe you should prioritize me too." With that, I began smoothing sunscreen over the pale cheeks of her lovely ass. She turned to face me and I effectively embraced her as I worked the sunscreen down the backs of her thighs and calves. I then worked up the fronts of her calves and thighs. I was enjoying the feel of the young lady's skin. As I finished with the tops of her thighs, she spread her legs and I began applying sunscreen to her clit and the rest of her cunt.

After a few moments, the young lady tapped my shoulders, saying "I'm not sure I can take another one right now." I smiled and stood to work the sunscreen into her breasts. She extend an open palm and asked, "May I have some?"

I squeezed some sunscreen into her palm and she began spreading it on my balls and my dick as I took special care to ensure that she didn't get sunburned nipples. Glancing over, I could see that Carla was rubbing sunscreen on the young man's chest while Erin was making sure he did not burn the crack of his ass.

After we finished with the sunscreen, we had some more wine and made quasi-formal introductions. Tom and Beth were a twenty-something couple vacationing from Chicago. They were staying at one of the large resorts to the northwest end of beach and had taken a sea kayak out to the island. "We didn't know what was out here, but we found a lot more than we expected," Beth said. Tom didn't say much, but he smiled a lot.

Erin and Carla explained that we were staying at the clothing optional resort and rarely wore anything. Beth and Tom seemed impressed when Erin explained that we had not brought any clothing out to the island. We were finishing a third glass of wine, with the sun well overhead, when a motorboat from one of the larger resorts landed a group of about 25 clothed guests on the beach a little ways from us. Being nude around clothed people was something that Erin, Carla, and I enjoyed. However, I expected Beth and Tom to cover up. To their credit, they both stood, exposing themselves fully, and waved greetings to the newcomers.

Some of the more outgoing newcomers, obviously wanting to see naked people up close, came over and started conversation with us. Beth and Tom tried to act like experienced nudists although their pale asses gave away the truth. After a time, the concessionaire from our resort came out to get us. We said our goodbyes to Beth and Tom and hoped that we'd helped make their trip more memorable.

The adventure wasn't quite over. Just after dark that evening, the three of us were having drinks in the resort's beachfront bar, naked as were the other patrons. Tom and Beth walked in. Beth smiled broadly and said, "We'd hoped that we'd find you here." With that, she undid the pareo she was wearing and stood gloriously nude in the center of the bar. Tom discreetly slid of his shorts and stood nude beside her.

We bought Tom and Beth a drink. Instead of a second drink, Beth said that they were curious about the resort and asked if they could see our chalet. We walked the few yards from the bar to our chalet, Erin, Carla, and I completely nude while Beth and Tom carried their clothes over an arm.

Insider our chalet, we gave Beth and Tom a quick tour. Beth asked if we had anything to drink, so I poured her a glass of wine. She took a sip and then said, "There's another reason we wanted to come back here." I raised my eyebrows slightly as Beth came over in front of me. She reached out and cupped my balls in the palm of her left hand and began stroking my shaft with her right.

Glancing over, I saw that Carla had stood up and was treating Tom to a similar pleasure. Soon, Beth led me by my dick over to a low table. Letting go of me, she turned around, bent over the table, and spread her legs. I took a moment to look at her lovely asshole and pussy before I entered her from behind.

While I was doing Beth, Carla had pushed Tom onto his back on the floor. She straddled his erect dick and lowered herself onto him. Erin came over and squatted over his face. Tom got the idea and began eating Erin as he was fucking Carla.

Beth and Tom stayed the night with us. Beth had her first experience of sex with another lady and Tom got a lesson in how to properly fuck a lady in the ass, among other things. The next morning, the five of us showered together outside the chalet, not being too careful about who washed what, and greeted the resort staff walking by to go on duty. We were sorry when Tom and Beth left, but proud of them that they walked away naked. 

All too soon our idyll in St. Martin was over and the three of us had to return to the real world and our much diminished office. As always when one returns from vacation, several matters were pressing for attention. One is worth mentioning here.

Through Claire Robertson, we had met Scott and Genny. Scott and Genny were committed nudists in their early 30s who had started an "executive placement firm" (read: headhunter). Because most of their work was done via telephone, e-mail, and internet, they could work from their home office happily nude. Genny's younger sister and another lady were employed to be their liaison with the textile world. While their desired focus was on placing people who wished to work in the nude with employers willing to allow nude work, that market segment was so small that they were forced to expand their focus and did so quite successfully.

Scott and Genny's success had attracted the peeved attention of their larger, more established, and more boring competitors. One established headhunter firm had taken the step of suing Scott and Genny, claiming that they had interfered with the competitor's business relationships by luring away "candidates" (prospective employees, essentially a headhunter's inventory). Carla and I were defending Scott and Genny. There were a number of reasons why I felt that the suit lacked any merit and had more likely been filed in an effort to drain Scott and Genny's money. Still, the suit was going forward through the discovery phase.

Naturally, counsel for the competitor had been pushing to take Scott's and Genny's depositions. On my return from St. Martin, I was confronted with a message from our clients insisting that they be allowed to be nude while they were being deposed. I had made that trick work once before in a case in Federal Court; through which I had first met Carla when the large form she then worked for assigned her to strip down and depose a witness in the nude. However, I was dubious that it would happen in this case because the case was in state court and our state court judges were notoriously conservative. In fact, I feared being sanctioned if I even asked the court to allow my clients to appear for their depositions nude.

Still, I was obligated to make reasonable efforts to implement my clients' wishes. Therefore, I called lead counsel for the competitor. My adversary, Jane, was the rare female partner in a large firm litigation group. I had known Jane professionally for several years and, as large firm lawyers go, she wasn't bad. She was honest, competent, and didn't fight with you, too often, over things that really didn't matter. Nonetheless, I made the call with some trepidation.

After I explained the purpose of my call to Jane there was a long silence on the line. Finally, to my surprise, Jane said, "Ok, sure, we can live with that. That means we'll have to do the depos at your office."

"That's fine," I responded. "You'll still get the reporter?"

"Of course. If your clients are nude, I suppose that you and Carla will be nude also?"

"I expect that the clients will be more comfortable with that. Is that a problem?"

"No. Just understand that neither I nor my associate nor anyone from our client is taking their clothes off."

"Jane, I wouldn't dream of asking you to undress, lovely though that would be."

"Harry, don't push your luck or I'll report you to bar counsel." 

So, it was set that Scott and Genny would be appearing for their depositions in the nude. Carla and I would be defending those depositions in the nude. I wondered whether Jane would decide to videotape the depositions.

The day of the depositions was interesting. Genny, Scott, Carla, and I were all already in our conference room, completely naked, when a bare Erin escorted in the court reporter. That was a pleasant surprise for several reasons. Kirsten was a reporter whom I used frequently. She was very accurate and not overly expensive. She was also blonde and beautiful, with a compact but perfectly proportioned figure which she displayed in rather tight, short dresses. I assumed that Jane knew all of that when she hired Kirsten for the depositions. What I doubted that Jane knew was that I had first met Kirsten at the naturist resort east of town to which Sarah belonged. Kirsten was a member there also.

Very shortly thereafter, Erin escorted in the other side. Jane was a severely attractive lady with streaks of grey already showing in her dark hair, wearing a very conservative ladies' suit. She was followed by a rather generic male associate in the mandatory blue pinstripe who was carrying two large bags full of the documents Jane would be questioning Scott and Genny about. Bringing up the rear was a large, overweight, balding man in a light grey suit: the client representative. All three of them appeared to be brought up short when the four of us stood up, naked, to shake hands. Jane's poor associate couldn't decide whether he wanted to stare at Carla or at Genny and I feared that he would tear an eyeball muscle trying to do both.

Scott's deposition was uneventful. Jane really didn't have much to question him about, but had apparently been instructed by the client to prolong the depositions as much as possible. She finished with Scott at 5:30 that evening (we started at 9:00 a.m.) and announced that she wanted to start with Genny the next morning. 

Jane had not suggested in advance that she would need two days to do the depositions so I pushed back a bit. However, Genny was prepped and everyone's calendar was clear, so we finally agreed.

The second day started as a repeat of the first until, just before we started testimony, Kirsten asked in a soft voice, "Would anyone mind if I took my clothes off?"

Whether she didn't hear Kirsten or didn't believe what she had heard I don't know, but Jane made Kirsten repeat her request. Obviously flustered by the thought of another nude body in her deposition, Jane paused but finally stammered out "Oh, ok, if you must."

Kirsten knew we would not object. She stood up and kicked off her high-heel shoes. Reaching behind her back, Kirsten unzipped the dark blue dress she was wearing and let it slide down her body to her feet. She stood a second in her bra, panty hose, and panties before picking the dress up and setting it on the table. Kirsten reached behind herself again and unclipped her bra. She shrugged her shoulders forward so that the straps slid off of her shoulders. Setting her bra on the table, she bent forward slightly; accentuating her perfectly shaped breasts, and pushed the waistband of her panty hose down from each hip to her feet. Bending over more, she carefully pulled the hose off of each foot. Straightening again, Kirsten smiled as she put a hand at each of her hips and pushed her panties to her feet. Picking up her panties and her other clothes from the table, Kirsten walked to a corner of the conference room where she folded her clothes and then bent way over (affording us a magnificent view) to set them on the floor.




Legally Nude Ch. 12



When Kirsten sat back down at her steno machine, she was, as is customary, facing the witness, whom I sat next to, with her back to opposing counsel across the table. Kirsten gave me a wink and then swore the witness. I think that was the first time that I ever saw the oath administered by one nude lady to another nude lady.

Genny's deposition went the same as Scott's. Again, Jane didn't have anything to ask that hurt our case. Even Jane apparently appreciated the futility of her mission (or her client had tired of wasting money) because she concluded the deposition several hours earlier than she had with Scott the day before.

Kirsten dressed then packed up her steno machine and left. Carla had taken Genny and Scott to another room in our suite to post-mortem. With no nude females remaining in the conference room, Jane's client rep and her associate departed quickly, telling Jane that they'd meet her "back at the office."

Jane, however, lingered. Once we were the only people left in the room, she came around the table to where I was standing. We faced each other a few inches apart, me completely naked and Jane in another conservative dark suit.

"You know, Harry, when I agreed that you and your clients could be naked in these depositions I thought that I was setting you up to embarrass yourself. Instead, you, your clients, Carla, and your assistant have acted like normal people in a normal office working on a normal case. It's just that none of you have any clothes on. How do you do it? I don't think that I could."

"Jane, being naked around other people is only embarrassing if you allow yourself to be embarrassed. Once you realize that there is nothing to be embarrassed about, it is liberating and empowering and, frankly, a lot more fun than working in clothes. You should give it a try." Jane just made a "hum" sound and walked out to the elevator.

Not long after Genny and Scott's depositions, we negotiated a walk-away settlement. No money changed hands. Each side released all claims against the other and promised to play nice going forward. The lawsuit was dismissed with prejudice.

A few months later, after the weather had warmed, Carla, Erin, and I decided to have a pool party at the house and invite the twenty or so nudist lawyers whom we knew of in the local bar. For yucks, we also sent an invitation to Jane. In bold print at the bottom of the invitations, we had written "NOT CLOTHING OPTION-FULL NUDITY REQUIRED."

Unfortunately, our party was largely a washout due to heavy rains. One younger couple showed up and our phone rang several times with others calling their regrets. Erin, Carla, me, and out two guests were sitting under a temporary tent having drinks when I heard a car on our drive. Walking through the rain to the other side of the house, I saw the headlights of a Mercedes coming up the driveway. The Mercedes parked in our largely vacant parking apron. Jane stepped out of the driver's door and another female lawyer from her firm stepped out of the passenger side.

In the heavy rain, the two ladies were swiftly soaked. It looked to me like neither lady wore anything under her top. Jane stepped forward and extended her hand.

"No one showed because of the weather," she asked. I nodded affirmatively.

"Perhaps that's best," Jane said a bit mysteriously. "You've only got skin, but our clothes are getting soaked. Can we get out of the rain?"

I led Jane and her younger colleague inside the house. I stopped and turned to face them. Jane held up her hand. "I know what you are going to say," she said. "We read the invitation, 'full nudity required.'" Then Jane smiled and said, "So, where can we put our clothes?"



Legally Nude Ch. 13



This story is the thirteenth in a series. The prior installments provide context and background on the individual characters. However, the author hopes that this story may be read with pleasure as a stand-alone piece. 

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I pulled some plastic sheeting out of a utility room to catch any drips, placed on the floor of our hall cedar closet, and told the ladies that they could hang their clothes in there. I thought it would be easier for them to undress if no one was watching, so I said "I'll leave you two here. When you're ready to come out, the pool and patio are through that sliding glass door over there."

"Please stay," Jane said. "I think that it will be more fun if you watch while I undress." Jane glanced at her companion, who nodded her head in agreement. "I've been looking forward to doing this since I got your invitation."

I shrugged in acquiescence. Who was I to argue if two reasonably attractive ladies wanted me to watch them strip naked? Jane unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. I was correct that she was wearing nothing underneath. Jane turned to look at her companion, who pulled her knit top over her head, revealing that she wore nothing underneath either. Both ladies giggled a bit, nervousness I suppose. After a moment, Jane took a visibly deep breath and exhaled. She reached to the back of her wrap-around skirt, unfastened it, and unwrapped it. Jane had worn nothing under her skirt either.

Jane looked at me and smiled. "I hadn't worn a skirt with nothing on underneath if since I was in college. I'd forgotten how much fun it can be."

Jane and I, both now nude, turned to look at Jane's topless companion. The younger lady undid the top of her slacks, pulled down the zipper, and slid the slacks over her hips to the floor revealing that she, too, had worn no underwear. The younger lady had a fuller figure than Jane. She was much more beautiful nude than clothed.

"Now that we're all presentable," Jane said, "let me make introductions. Harry, this is Lucinda from my office. Lucinda, this is Harry, one of the naked lawyers I was telling you about."

Lucinda smiled a very attractive smile, extended her hand, and gave me a very firm handshake. I then escorted the ladies out to our patio. Carla's face showed very clear surprise when she saw Jane stepping onto our patio wearing nothing but her skin. I introduced Lucinda around and introduced Jane to Wendy and Jeff, the two younger lawyers who had braved the rain to come to our party.

Wendy and Jeff were both in their late twenties, and were a couple. Wendy worked at a boutique intellectual property firm. Jeff was a tax lawyer at one of our city's mega-firms. I think even Wendy would agree that she has a rather plain face. Clothed, you might not look at her twice. However, when she is nude it is almost impossible not to look at her stunning body. Wendy and Jeff were helping with our, so-far underground, effort to start a Nude Bar Association.

After introductions, I went to the drinks table to fulfill Jane's and Lucinda's requests. Drinks in hand, the ladies settled into side-by-side chaises under one of the many umbrellas we had been forced to put up. We went through the "what do you do, what part of town do you live in" chatter that is customary when meeting new people. Unfortunately, the rain showed no signs of abating.

After the "new acquaintance" chit-chat had subsided, Jeff and Wendy stood. Jeff announced that "we need to be off."

Wendy giggled and added, "Yes, I need to go home so I can be fucked. I'm horny as hell."

As Jeff and Wendy walked away, Erin said softly, "they could fuck each other right here. We'd not mind."

Hearing that, Jane asked, "Do you have sex in front of other people?" Erin looked at Carla and me; all three of us started laughing.

"What did I say?" Jane inquired.

Erin raised her eyebrows and asked, "Should I explain?"

Carla just shrugged. I grinned and said, "Go ahead."

Erin explained how she met us, working as a naked waitress and a bottomless party which Carla, Mala, Sarah, and I had attended; and how she and I first made love, repeatedly, in a display case at another Claire Robertson party. When Erin finished her story, Jane looked at Carla and said, "I thought that you and Harry were a couple. Were you ok with that?"

Carla laughed and then answered, "Well, I was in the display case fucking Harry for the first half of that party."

Lucinda blurted, "Fucking in a display case with lots of people watching you. That is so hot!"

Jane turned towards Lucinda. "You'd do that?"

"Absolutely," Lucinda replied. "So would you."

Ignoring Lucinda's last comment, Jane turned back to Carla. "So, are you and Harry a couple?"

Carla sighed and gave a summary explanation of our non-traditional relationship. "Erin, Harry, and I are a threesome. We all live here and, yes, we share the same bed." Jane seemed taken aback, but Lucinda nodded approvingly.

The conversation turned to more mundane topics. After a few minutes, Erin walked up to me, took my hand, and said "We're going in the pool."

I followed Erin into the rain to one end of our pool (we had installed a 25 meter in-ground pool). Erin dove into the water and I followed her beautiful bare ass. We both swam to the far end of the pool where we could stand.

Erin leaned close to my ear and said softly, "Jane and Lucinda are dying to get it on with each other. We need to do something to show them that it's ok." Pointing to a chaise we had left out in the rain, Erin continued, "I'm going to go lie on that lounger. I want you to follow me and fuck my brains out."

Erin pushed herself up onto the pool deck and walked to the chaise wiggling her beautiful bare ass. She lay down on the chaise on her back, spreading her legs. Then she looked over at me and made a "come here" gesture with her index finger.

I pushed myself out of the pool and walked towards Erin. Even drenched in the pouring rain, Erin looked exquisite. For some reason, the thought of making love to her in front of Jane and Lucinda was very arousing, and I was getting hard as I walked.

Seeing that I was already erect, Erin smiled broadly. I lay down on top of her and she guided my dick into her. Fortunately, our patio furniture was well made because Erin and I went at it vigorously. Midway through, Erin gently pushed on my chest and said "you, bottom." I pulled out and stood up. Once Erin stood up, I laid down on my back. Then Erin mounted me.

I always preferred sex with Erin on top. That allowed me a better view of her stunning breasts and her gorgeous face. Erin's face became even more gorgeous as she approached orgasm.

We went at it a long while. Erin and I had made love enough that we had a good feel for each other. Erin started a low moan that built to a crescendo just as I shot my load inside of her.

Finished with our lovemaking, we stood up and walked back to the others under the umbrellas. A small bit of come was oozing out of the head of my dick. Carla wiped it away with her finger then put her finger in her mouth.

Still reclined in a chaise, but now with her legs spread, Jane said "That was wonderful."

I smiled and replied, "Don't feel constrained around us."

That was, apparently, the cue Lucinda was waiting for. She got out of her chaise and went to Jane. Burying her face between Jane's legs, Lucinda began to eat Jane out. I watched Jane's face. She closed her eyes and a smile formed. As Lucinda became more vigorous, Jane began making staccato yelps. The yelps became a moan that waivered in pitch. Finally, Jane let out a deep breath and smiled, placing her hand gently on Lucinda's head. I was pretty sure that we had just witnessed Jane have orgasm.

Lucinda got up off of the chaise smiling; Erin, Carla, and I applauded the two ladies. Lucinda took a mock bow. Jane seemed a bit unsure of whether she should be embarrassed or proud of herself.

Later, I grilled steaks and chops on the grill under an awning beside the house. After dinner was cleaned up, Carla took my hand and said "My turn." Carla led me back to the table where she turned away from me and bent over, spreading her ass cheeks. Erin had gone inside and came back out with a tube of lube. Erin squirted some of the lube into Carla's asshole then rubbed more up and down my dick. Lubed, and stepped forward and slowly stuck my dick into Carla's asshole. While I was fucking Carla in the ass, Erin got underneath Carla and began to eat her.

With ministrations to both holes, Carla came quickly and loudly. Shortly after she came, I came in her. After I pulled out, Erin stood up, got a towel and wiped me off. Erin started towards Carla but Carla shook her head. Glancing at Carla's beautiful ass, I could see a bit of my semen flowing out of her ass and down her thigh.

This time, both Lucinda and Jane were smiling. Jane looked at me. After a moment, she said "Harry, you were right. I need to bare my ass more often." With that, she took Lucinda's hand.

We talked and drank into the night. At one point, Erin brought out a double-headed dildo which Lucinda and Jane shared. The two ladies stayed the night in our guest bedroom. 

The rain had stopped by morning. When Jane and Lucinda were ready to leave, we discovered that their clothes were still damp. Carla offered to run them through the dryer, but Lucinda declined. Taking Jane's hand, she said, "We'll just have to drive home naked." Completely naked, the two ladies got into Jane's Mercedes and left.

A couple of weeks later, Jane called me at the office. "Harry, Lucinda and I have been talking. We like the idea of working naked. That would never happen here. Is there any chance that we could join your shop? I think that I could bring a decent book of business with us."

Of course, I had to discuss that suggestion with Carla and Erin. (While Erin was not a lawyer and, therefore, could not be a partner in our firm, Carla and I treated her like a partner, and a lover.) They were fine with the idea of bringing Jane and Lucinda in. However, there were a number of troublesome issues to address. One would be Lucinda's status. As partners, we could legally agree with each other to work nude. We were, however, very wary of requiring an employee to go nude. Erin was not required to go nude at work. Rather, she chose to, and we were pretty confident that Erin was not going to leave and sue us. We weren't as confident if Lucinda's relationship with Jane shattered.

Another issue was protecting Erin's salary. We paid her an amount equal to one-third of our profit, which was quite above the going rate for an office administrator/paralegal/secretary. Erin was worth every penny, but lawyers can be greedy. We were concerned that, down the road, Jane and/or Lucinda would want some of what we were paying Erin routed into their pockets instead.

There were other more traditional issues to work out as well. Consequently, Carla and I negotiated with Jane and Lucinda for several weeks before coming up with a new partnership agreement that everyone could live with. Lucinda would come in as a partner and would be required to work nude as we were. (Oddly, Jane was the person who most wanted Lucinda to join the firm as an employee). Everyone agreed that Erin's compensation would be "no less" than an amount equal to twenty percent of our profit. Erin would not have a vote on firm management, but she was entitled to be "consulted" about any "major" decision. None of us really knew what that meant.

Our existing partnership agreement had an unusual clause, written by Amy, providing that any partner had the right to touch any part of any other partner's body for any reason at any time. To my surprise, Jane and Lucinda didn't say a word about that clause. It survived into the new partnership agreement.

When we reached final agreement, we had a signing ceremony in our conference room. One at a time, Jane and Lucinda stripped naked. Once everyone was undressed, we each signed the new partnership agreement. Then, we opened a bottle of champagne. The champagne disappeared quickly. Then it was time for one of our traditions on bringing in a new lawyer. Erin, Carla, Jane, Lucinda, and I all squeezed into our firm shower. 

Bringing in Jane and Lucinda turned out to be a wise and profitable decision. Virtually all of Jane's clients followed her. Jane and Lucinda, but particularly Jane, quickly adapted to working nude and seemed to relish it. Several times in the first few weeks they were with us, I walked by our big conference room to see Jane or Jane and Lucinda sitting nude in a meeting with other people wearing clothes. This was new for our office as we had always dressed for meetings with other lawyers and textile clients. At Jane's urging, Carla and I began staying nude for meetings with textiles. While it is sexist, I heard that the word had gone on the street about the attractive nude women working in our office and I know that it brought in some new business.

Jane was an ardent business developer. A couple of months after she and Lucinda had joined the firm, Jane came into my office. (One nice thing about our practice was that I constantly had attractive (Jane and Lucinda) or stunningly beautiful (Erin and Carla) naked women walking into my office. "Harry, Lucinda and I got a real coup. We've been invited to give a presentation during the Professional Women's Roundtable symposium at the University. This will get us in front of about 275 business women including some of the most senior female execs in town. Better yet, they have agreed that we can give our presentation nude!"

"That's outstanding," I told Jane. However, I was thinking that a group of business might not be overly receptive to a talk by naked female lawyers.

"I do have an ask on this, though," Jane added.

"What is it?"

"I want you to be part of the presentation."

That really brought me up short. I did not respond, thinking that the business women would be even less enthused about a naked middle-aged male lawyer.

Jane pressed on. "Harry, we want to cover trade secrets and non-competes and your one of the best in the Midwest on those subjects." Jane paused. "Besides, you will likely be the only man in the room. Just think about standing naked in front of 275 women in business suits. Wouldn't that be a kick?"

I still wasn't completely persuaded, although I could see her point that it might be fun. "Let me run it by Carla and Erin, see what they think."

"Ok, but you have to do this for me," Jane replied.

Carla and Erin both loved the idea. "You'll be on the auditorium stage," Erin said. "275 women looking at your dick. It will be a blast. We'll get you trimmed up before you go. Maybe even put a cock ring on you."

"That is definitely going too far," I replied sternly. Erin just laughed and gave me one of her heart-stopping smiles.

Carla was more direct. "You're going to do it. You owe that to our partners. And I'll be there to watch."

Getting no support from any of my partners to decline, I told Jane I'd participate. Of course, I had been nude onstage before and had even had sex in front of audiences. However, this was different. This was a professional presentation. I felt like I was crossing a line that I shouldn't cross.



Legally Nude Ch. 14



This story is the fourteenth in a series. The prior installments provide context and background on the individual characters. However, the author hopes that this story may be read with pleasure as a stand-alone piece. 

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Jane and Lucinda took the impending presentation to the Professional Women's Roundtable (PWR) very seriously. Soon, it was taking up a large amount of our time. Jane had invited the PWR symposium coordinator to the office in order to get a sense of what was expected of us. The coordinator, Janice, was in her early thirties and worked in marketing. Naturally, she was almost excessively upbeat and it seemed like every sentence she spoke ended with an exclamation mark. Also naturally, Jane and Lucinda insisted that we be nude when we met with Janice.

Janice breezed into our offices in the early afternoon. Jane, Lucinda, and I were already in the conference room. Erin followed Janice in. We stood to greet her.

"Hello! Good afternoon!" Then Janice paused, apparently having made the realization that she was looking at four real live naked people. "My God! You really do work naked! That's WONDERFUL!" Janice clapped her hands to put still more emphasis on "wonderful."

Erin quietly asked Janice if she wanted anything to drink and then turned to go get Janice an iced tea. As Erin stepped out of the room, Janice declared "I was my butt was that round and tight! You all look tremendously fit! I guess you need to if you're going to run around naked all the time! Do you guys really go naked all the time, like outside the office?"

I explained that, of course, we dressed to go out on the street, to go to court, or to meet with textiles. "However, since we use the garage in this building, it isn't unusual for any of us to drive into work or home nude."

"But, I mean, don't you just get EMBARRASSED when people see you with nothing on?"

Jane answered with a terse "no."

Lucinda added, "Actually, we all enjoy it when people see us nude." God love Lucinda.

"Oh. Really? I think I'd just DIE if anyone saw me naked, other than my husband of course!"

Erin came back in with Janice's tea. Erin knew me well and could tell that I was already a bit tired of Janice. As Erin left the room, she turned and said to Janice, "Thank you. I'm glad that you like my bare ass." Janice blushed.

We finally got Janice on track. We learned that we were expected to fill an hour and a quarter, and that we'd be the last presentation of the day, finishing at 4:00 p.m.

"Of course, we've got women who are executives with some of our BIGGEST companies, but a large number of our members are ENTREPRENEURS with relatively new or start-up businesses! We want you to highlight the legal issues that they may not have thought of, precautions to take, pitfalls to avoid, that sort of thing!"

We worked out that Jane would address copyrights, trademarks, and unfair competition. Lucinda would give a brief overview on patents. I'd finish up talking about non-compete agreements.

As we wound up the meeting, I asked Janice what I thought was an important question: "Janice, are you sure that you want us to be nude when we give this presentation? Don't we risk offending some of your attendees?"

"ABSOLUTELY, we want you naked! I think our group is more open-minded than you give them credit for! We want to expose these ladies to non-traditional ways of doing business! I don't really expect any of them to start working naked, but it might get them thinking of other non-traditional ways of doing business that could be very helpful for them!"

Perhaps Janice was a bit smarter than I had given her credit for being. "Ok. I see your point," I responded.

Over the next couple of weeks, we honed our presentation. With Erin's invaluable help, we assembled handouts (with our firm name, phone number, e-mail address, and website address prominently displayed, of course). Meanwhile, Carla tried to take care of our clients.

Finally, the day arrived. All five of us were dressed in business suits. While we would be nude to give the presentation, there was a reception following our presentation and we wanted to look professional for that. Erin and Carla were coming along to watch and, hopefully, to network a bit at the reception. Even if fairly conservative business suits, both Erin and Carla looked very beautiful.

We had allowed a lot of time to get to the symposium, which was smart because parking around the University was always difficult to find. We were in the hall with about 15 minutes to spare. Someone out front directed us to a door going back stage in the auditorium and told us that we'd find Janice there.

Finding Janice was easy, compared to finding a parking spot. She greeted us with "Oh! You're dressed! Quick, get those clothes off!"

Before complying with that instruction (which I'm always happy to do), I introduced Carla and Erin. Janice acknowledged her earlier faux pas with Erin, saying "yes, I remember that butt." Janice paused a moment. Then her face brightened as though she'd just had an idea. "Hey, if you two also work at the firm, why don't you take your clothes off too?! We can introduce you!"

I glanced at Carla and Erin. Both ladies were ordinarily as happy as I to undress anywhere any time. Both of them smiled. Erin said, "Sure." All five of us stripped down to nothing.

We could hear the current speaker finishing up. As he left to polite applause, Janice said, ""You stay here for a moment. I want to prepare our audience for you." With that, Janice walked out on stage. I could hear her introduction of us clearly.

"Ladies, for our final speakers of the day we are bringing you something quite a bit different from the norm! You will see from your agenda that we are going to have some lawyers talking to you about intellectual property! What the agenda does not say is that we got our speakers from probably the most unique law firm in town! Everyone in this firm works naked! Don't think from that, though, that you should not take these lawyers seriously! They are very good and very successful! I have been working with them on this symposium and I can tell you from firsthand experience that it is amazing how confident, poised, and professional these people are in circumstances that I, and I expect you, would find mortifying! In order to show you that there are new ways to provide even traditional services like law, we asked the lawyers to appear before you as they appear in their offices! Naked!"

With that, Janice gestured to us and we walked onstage. Looking around, I established that I was, indeed, the only man in the room. I also saw that every seat in the auditorium was filled. Oddly, it was also rather chilly on the stage. At least, there was no noticeable adverse reaction from the audience to our nudity.

We each stepped to the microphone and introduced ourselves and what we did. Erin, Carla, and I took seats at the side of the stage and let Jane and Lucinda get on with their presentations. In what seemed like a very short time, Jane and Lucinda were done and it was my turn. I took the microphone and walked around the stage as I spoke. I tried to make eye contact with as many of the women in the audience as possible. Some looked away. More looked right back and smiled.

It is, of course, a tendency to focus on the task at hand. Only occasionally do we "step outside ourselves" to look at the bigger picture. I had one of those "out of self" moments while I was giving my presentation. Even as one part of my brain was delivering my presentation, another part was contemplating me standing on a stage, completely nude, in front of 275 fully dressed women. I became very aware that the ladies in the front row were looking up at my dick and balls, which were about level with the ladies seated in the fourth row. The realization that I was fully exposed to the female "movers & shakers" in our town made me feel warm, even a touch excited. Then the thought crossed my mind that the absolute worst thing I could do was have a hard-on. 

Jane, Lucinda, Carla, and Erin were sitting in a row of chairs placed at the side of the stage in a line at a right angle to the audience. My lover Erin, sitting the farthest upstage and the least visible to the audience, was not helping my effort to remain flaccid. In an obvious effort to arouse me, she was sitting with her legs spread and was very subtly fingering herself. Ok, don't look that direction.

Finally, I focused on a very attractive brunette in the fourth row wearing a rather clinging green dress. She was making consistent eye contact and had a smile on her face throughout my talk. Mercifully, I stayed down the entire time.

As I finished up my presentation, I said, "It looks like we still have a few minutes. I'll be happy to take any questions." Several hands shot up. I had to call on the brunette in green in the fourth row.

The lady stood, she was very attractive and her dress was right on the border of being too sexy to be appropriate. She remained silent for a moment as if debating with herself. Finally, she said "my question is how does it feel for you to be standing naked in front of a couple hundred women with clothes on?"

The audience applauded the question. I inferred that was what a number of the ladies had wanted to ask. I smiled and answered honestly. "It feels great. I'm enjoying this and hope that you are too. No one should ever feel embarrassed to be seen naked by another person. Once you break through the taboo, you quickly learn that it is almost always more comfortable to be nude than to have clothes on."

Another hand shot up. "This question is for your colleagues: Does it turn you on to be onstage naked?"

That brought a few hoots from the audience. I turned and looked at Jane and Lucinda. Lucinda stood up to field the question.

"I assume you asked that because you can see that my nipples are hard. That is because it is really chilly up here. Of course, there is a bit of a sexual thrill in being seen nude. That would be a more significant factor if there were men in the room." Lucinda paused a beat. "Harry doesn't count because we see each other nude all day every day." That brought a chuckle from the audience.

Hands waived again. I pointed towards an older lady in the back. She had to shout her question: "Do you ever have sex in the office?"

I looked at my four partners, who were all smiling. In unison, we said "Yes." 

Then Jane added, "Not often enough."

Janice rushed back onstage and took the microphone. "I'm afraid that is all the time we have! I think you'll agree that these lawyers have given us a new insight on working naked! I may have to try it myself some time! Please don't forget that there's a reception just outside in the foyer! Thank you!"

We walked backstage. Janice rushed up. "You will come to the reception, won't you?!"

Jane answered for us, "Of course." We all started dressing.

Janice almost shrieked. "Wait! No! No! Don't put anything on! Go as you are! I'll bring your clothes out so that they don't get locked away!"

I looked at Carla and Erin. Carla shrugged. Erin ginned. Jane and Lucinda were, I think, pleased because they would be more noticeable nude. So be it. The five of us walked out the door we had come in and went to the reception completely naked.

The reception was interesting to say the least. The auditorium foyer was really too small for the number of people. Consequently, you had to brush against others to move around. Unavoidably, my dick rubbed against a number of skirts and dresses. That wasn't altogether bad. 

A middle-aged lady came up to me and introduced herself as the CFO of the huge consumer products company based in our town. "We've been having some motivational problems in an office we have in Tampa. One of our managers suggested that we let the employees there come to work naked. He meant that as a joke, but, after listening to you and watching you and your colleagues, we may revisit that issue more seriously."

"Would you work nude?" I asked the CFO. 

She paused. After several seconds, she said, "I really don't know. My first reaction is 'that's crazy.' But, you start thinking about it and it starts to seem interesting and fun. I can't believe that I just said that. Anyway, we may ask you in to talk to our management about nudity on the job." She handed me her card.

A moment later I saw Carla giving me a gesture that it was time to leave. I rubbed my way through the crowd to round up Jane and Lucinda. I was beginning to feel a numbers of hands on my ass, and a few on my dick. We gathered our clothes from Janice and each put on as little as possible to get to Jane's Mercedes without getting arrested.

At Jane's car, we noticed that we were the only people around. Carla, Erin, and I quickly undressed again and got in Jane's backseat. We were going back to the office, but no one had ever complained about us going nude anywhere in our building. I think that it had become a point of pride with the other tenants that they were in the same building as the naked lawyers.

On the drive back downtown, Erin reached over and stroked my dick. "I liked how your dick bounced as you walked around the stage. Did you notice that I kept my legs open while you were talking? I was hoping that you'd literally get a hard-on for the Professional Women." Erin giggled.

"I knew what you were up to," I said. "That's why I didn't look your way. The last thing I needed was a boner."

Jane chimed in from the driver's seat, "Bull, Harry. You'd have been thrilled to show off for all those women."

Lucinda injected, "I just wish that there had been men. Then I could have dropped something and bent over to pick it up."

"Lucinda," Jane hissed.

Lucinda retorted "Come on Jane. We all noticed you standing with your legs apart, and why did you shave your pussy bare for the first time before this event? You were getting off showing yourself to the girls."

Looking back, it was a fun thing to have done. At home that night, Carla took a picture of my dick. A few days later, she presented it to me, framed, with a caption on the matte reading "The Dick for Professional Women."

When I came to the office the next morning there was an e-mail from the CFO in my inbox. "I'd like to bring my CEO and COO to your office to talk with you about workplace nudity. When is convenient for you?"

There was also an e-mail from another lady whose name I did not recognize. "I saw you at the symposium. I was very impressed. I'd like to talk with you about how I can better protect my company's information. However, my company is a start-up and I'm not sure I can afford you and your colleagues. Could I meet with just you?"



Legally Nude Ch. 15



This story is the fifteenth in a series. The prior stories will give context and character background. Hopefully, however, this story may be read enjoyably by itself. 

*****

Erin's parents, Greg and Brenda, invited Carla, Erin, and me for dinner. Greg and Brenda had attended both the bottomless party at which we met Erin and the later party at which Erin and I had made love in a display case for the guests' entertainment. They were well aware of both their daughter's relationship with Carla and me and all of our exhibitionism. I never really figured out whether Greg and Brenda were truly ok with the things their daughter did with us or whether they felt that, as progressive parents, they just couldn't say anything. Regardless, they were always very good to Erin and to Carla and me.

Greg and Brenda were both a few years younger than me. Greg was a professor of finance at the University (Erin claimed that her Father acted broad-minded to compensate for what he viewed as a pretty conservative occupation). Brenda painted. While I'm certainly not competent to judge art, her work seemed good to me and she sold a fair amount of it. Greg and Brenda had an older house on a wooded lot near the University. They had added a glass-walled conservatory to the back that Brenda used as her studio. Beyond the conservatory, they had installed a pool. Surrounding by landscaping, the pool seemed very private even though we were well within the City.

Despite our strong preference to be nude anytime and anywhere, dinner with Erin's parents was a clothed affair. I had gone to the length of wearing a tie and sport coat. As it was summer, Carla and Erin both looked stunning in print sundresses. Well, Carla and Erin both look stunning in anything and even more beautiful wearing nothing.

Despite some nervousness on my part, the dinner was convivial and relaxed. After dinner, over third glasses of wine, I got Brenda talking about her painting. After telling us about her training and the types of work she had done, Brenda went into where she wanted to go with her work.

"I'd really like to do some life figure work, but I don't want to hassle with an agency to find models and, well, it's a bit too embarrassing to ask people whom I know to take their clothes off so that I can paint them." Brenda paused as she'd apparently had an idea. After a moment she turned to her daughter and somewhat shyly said, "Erin, you and Harry spend a lot of time with your clothes off. Could I paint the two of you?"

Erin looked at me. I shrugged, indicating that I was ok with the idea if Erin was.

Erin smiled and said, "Of course Mom, we'd love to pose for you."

I glanced at Greg. He just smiled and said, "That will be wonderful. Glad you're willing to help Brenda out."

The dinner broke up not much later. We made a date with Brenda to come back to their house to pose on an afternoon the following week.

Greg interjected, "Dear, you know that I'm at that conference in Boston next week."

Brenda said pleasantly, "Dear, you don't need to be here for me to paint."

I'm not sure why I was nervous walking with Erin up to her parents' house for our posing session. After all, both of her parents had seen me nude multiple times before and had even seen me fucking Erin. Still, I was nervous.

Brenda could not have been more welcoming and swiftly put me at ease. Erin and I undressed in the living room and then followed her mother into the conservatory.

"I'm not going to keep you here while I do the painting," Brenda said. "Instead, I'll do sketches and make notes to myself on the colors."

Brenda started by posing us standing side-by-side facing her. She made several sketches which she balled up and threw in a wastebasket. Then she tried us with an arm around each others' waists. More sketches were balled up and tossed away.

Finally, Brenda said, "I'm really sorry. I can't do anything that's working. Maybe I'm having a bad day. I hate to ask, but, could you come back some other time?"

I looked at Erin and shrugged. Erin said, "Mom, both of our schedules are clear tomorrow afternoon. Is that too soon?"

"No, tomorrow should be fine. I just need to get more focused."

We dressed and left. Driving back Downtown, Erin suddenly chuckled.

"What?" I asked.

"Mom was nervous with us standing there naked in front of her. That's what it was."

"Ok. How do you get her relaxed?"

"Let me think about that."

When we went back the next afternoon, Brenda had a bottle of wine open. She offered us glasses to "help us relax."

"Mom, it's not us who need to relax. We're fine. You need to relax," Erin said.

I had the impression that Brenda may already have had a glass or two of "relaxation."

We undressed and walked back into the conservatory. Brenda was fiddling with her sketch pad. After a few minutes, Erin spoke.

"Mom, why don't you try taking your clothes off too? That way we'll all be on the same footing and being naked may loosen you up."

To my surprise, Brenda just said, "Oh, ok," and started undressing. Once she was nude, she picked up had pad and pencil and said, "Ok, let's get started."

Erin and I started out posed as we had ended the day before. After a few moments, Brenda said "That's not working. I need you to do something that shows more of a connection between you."

I saw a small gleam in Erin's eyes. She turned, leaned up and kissed me. Holding that pose, we were partially facing each other but still frontally exposed to Brenda.

Brenda said, "That's better, but I need something more."

At that, Erin reached out with her left hand, cupped my balls, lifting my dick up slightly, and held them.

Brenda giggled. "Ok, I can work with that."

I was certainly comfortable with my balls in one of Erin's gentle hands and her lips on mine. We held the pose, slipping each other a bit of tongue, and Brenda worked diligently. No sheets torn off and balled up this time. 

It took almost two hours, but Brenda finally announced "got it." Then she paused and reddened a bit. "Um, Harry, I'm not sure how to ask this, but I'd like to get some more detail. I don't have a lot of experience drawing penises."

I stood right in front of Brenda as she made detailed sketches of my dick. She had Erin hold me up and swing me right and then left as Brenda sketched my dick from every angle.

After many minutes of this, Erin gave me a grin and said, "Mom, would you like him hard?"

"Oh, could you? Would you?"

Erin began stroking me. Between Erin's soft hands and Brenda's intent gaze, both focused on my dick, it didn't take long for me to get respectably stiff.

Brenda peered closely. She was so engrossed in her work that she had scooted forward on her stool and spread her legs, fully exposing herself. Finally, she leaned back and said, "Got it. Sorry to examine you so minutely"

Erin gestured towards Brenda's still spread legs. "Don't worry Mom. You've being showing a good bit of yourself too."

Brenda blushed, tensed, and snapped her knees together. After a moment, she relaxed, let her legs fall open, and said, "How silly." Pointing at my still partially erect penis, Brenda smiled and said "Nice."

It was late afternoon on a lovely day. Brenda asked, "Do you have to run? If not, we could take a swim in the pool. We don't need to dress. No one can see."

"Mom, we don't care if anyone sees us," Erin replied. "But, yes we can stay for a swim."

Erin and I followed her mother's bare ass outside to the pool. Erin went to the edge and gracefully dove into the water. I followed her, albeit less gracefully.

I swam to the shallow end on the pool. Erin swam up next to me, stood up, and put her arms around my neck.

Leaning into my ear, Erin said softly, "Were you getting hot showing off to my Mother? I was."

Erin took her hands down and grasped my dick under the water. I reached forward with a hand and began gently rubbing her clit. The look on her face was, well, beyond words.

"We need to fuck, right now," Erin whispered. She turned her back to the pool edge and leaned on it. I moved close and she guided me into her.

Erin was right. The whole experience had become very erotic. We made love standing up, with increasing vigor, oblivious to Brenda. 

When we had both come and separated, we turned and saw Brenda sitting naked on the edge of the pool with her feet in the water. Her hand was working between her legs. She smiled at us. "That was very nice. I hope you don't mind if I help myself." We watched Erin's mother get herself off.

After Brenda finished, Erin said, "Mom, do you still have massage oil?"

"Yes, why?"

"Where is it?"

"In the closet in the upstairs bathroom."

Erin said, "Stay here. I'll be back."

Erin got out of the pool and toweled off her naked body, always worth watching.

As Erin walked inside, Brenda said to me, "She's a very beautiful girl, isn't she?"

"Yes and an extraordinary person."

"Do you love her? Brenda asked.

With no hesitation, I answered "Very much."

"I know that Erin loves you and Carla very much too. Greg thinks that your threesome is a little weird, but I think it is very nice. I hope that all three of you stay together."

"I think we will. We've gone through some troubles recently and we all felt somewhat betrayed. I think that has strengthened the commitment which the three of us have to each other."

"Erin says that you brought two new women into your firm."

"Yes. They fit into our way of operating, and are decent people. But it that is a business relationship. There isn't the personal relationship and commitment that exists between Erin, Carla, and me."

Erin walked back on the pool deck carrying a folding massage table which she unfolded in the shade. Erin patted the table. "Mom, get up here. Harry and I are going to give you a massage."

Brenda resisted only slightly, then stood up, toweled off, and went to the table. I followed her, toweling as I walked. When Brenda reached the table, Erin said "On your face Mom."

Brenda lay face down on the table. It was very comfortable in the shade and a slight breeze had picked up. Erin gestured and I put my hands out for some massage oil, which Erin poured in my hands. As she put oil in her own hands, Erin nodded towards her Mother's feet. She then walked to her Mother's head.

Erin started on her Mother's neck and scalp and I massaged Brenda's feet. As Erin moved to her Mother's arms, I mimicked her positioning working on Brenda's calves. I went to Brenda's thighs as Erin started on her Mother's back.

Brenda spread her legs slightly as I worked up hr left thigh. I went as high as I could go, avoiding her sex, and then moved to the right. I finished Brenda's thighs as Erin was finishing her low back. Erin grinned at me and started massaging her Mother's left buttock, nodding that I should take the right.

Following Erin's lead, I gave Brenda's buttock a deep massage. Erin giggled slightly, then gently pulled her Mother's buttocks apart and ran her finger gently over her Mother's asshole. My finger followed.

Erin told her Mother to turn over. To repeat myself, Brenda was an attractive lady. Erin massaged her Mother's face and neck as I worked a bit more on the fronts of her calves. Then, Erin gestured that we should switch places. Brushing by me, Erin whispered, "Do her nipples good."

I massaged Brenda's shoulders and then went to the periphery of her breasts. Brenda still had nice, firm breasts. Her nipples were erect when I got to them and I teased each, then bent down and gently kissed them.

I worked down Brenda's abdomen and obliques as Erin worked up her thighs. When I reached Brenda's neatly trimmed patch, I waited with my hands in the air.

Erin grinned and vigorously nodded her head up and down, so I started to massage Brenda's patch and around the outside of her cunt. Brenda spread her legs again. I looked up at Erin, who was still grinning. She nodded her head again. I started gently on Brenda's clit.

After a few moments, Brenda said her only word of the entire massage: "More."

I looked at Erin again, who had a finger extended and was making a back and forth gesture. Ok, I'm game. I put my index finger inside Brenda's cunt and began rubbing against her pubic bone. Erin moved up and started massaging her Mother's nipples.

After several minutes of this, Brenda shuddered several times, let out a moan, and began to sit up. I had, of course, withdrawn my finger. Waiting until both Brenda and Erin were watching me, I put it in my mouth and licked it off.

Brenda was smiling and so was her daughter. Brenda got off of the table and gave Erin a tight hug which she held for almost a minute. Then Brenda hugged me. Not as long, but it was still nice.

It was about 6:00 p.m. Brenda said, "Why don't you call Carla and ask her up here." 

Erin said "sure" and dug her phone out of her purse. I could tell from Erin's side of the conversation that Carla was coming. Erin's closing words to Carla before ending the call were "Don't wear anything."

Brenda said, with mock dismay, "Erin, what will the neighbors think?"

"That you have some wonderful friends," Erin responded.

A few minutes later, Carla had parked our other car in Greg and Brenda's driveway, got out, and walked up their front steps; naked as Erin had requested.

The four of us had a glass of wine. The Brenda said, "I'm sorry. I really don't have anything for dinner."

Carla and Erin both grinned. In unison, they said "Pizza!"

Being close to the University, there were a number of very good pizzerias which delivered. Erin called one of the best, placed our order, and gave the address.

About 30 minutes later, we saw a car with a magnetized sign for the pizzeria pull up on the street. Erin and Carla went to the door together, naked with money. I know that they were hoping for a pizza delivery guy. What they got was a very attractive girl in jeans and a polo shirt bearing the pizzeria's logo. I assumed that she was a student. Seeing that the delivery person was a girl, Carla called me to the door too.

The pizza girl smiled when she saw that her customers were naked. She was not bashful about looking at all three of us. Erin handed me the money and I paid her, adding what I thought was a good tip. Before leaving the door, the young lady smiled and said, "I'd rather be wearing what you are than what I am." She walked back down to her car with a bit more life in her step. At least she'd have a story for her co-workers.

The four of us sat around Greg and Brenda's kitchen, naked, eating pizza and drinking wine. We talked into the evening. Some of the conversation was serious, in the vein of my short talk with Brenda in the pool that afternoon. I think that the result of that was that Carla, Erin, and I loved each other even more, if that was possible.

Finally, Brenda said, "Let's go to bed. You three use the guest room. Erin knows where it is."

Erin started to speak; I think to invite her Mother to bed with us.

Brenda smiled at her daughter. "No dear. Don't worry. I have some nice dildos."

Erin, Carla, and I feel asleep in Greg and Brenda's guest bed holding onto each other tightly. God, I love these two ladies.



Legally Nude Ch. 16



This story is the sixteenth in a series. The prior stories will give context and character background. Hopefully, however, this story may be read enjoyably by itself. 

*****

Having practiced for slightly in excess of 30 years, I am reasonably conversant with the concept of unintended consequences. However, I observed yet another application of the concept while Carla and I were in Federal Court in California.

Many of our clients, especially the nudist clients, are involved somehow in social media or e-commerce. As a result, they tend to become involved in a lot of intellectual property claims. Such was this case as our Midwestern client was accused of disseminating content in violation of a copyright. Apparently in the belief that we would be at disadvantage litigation two-thirds of the way across the country, the suit was filed in San Francisco by a law firm out of Orange County, California. The initial filing included a motion for temporary restraining order or preliminary injunction, which caused us to be scheduled for an evidentiary hearing in San Francisco on fairly short notice.

We had found our own California counsel through an informal network of nudist lawyers and filed the appropriate papers for Carla and I to be admitted pro hac in the Northern District of California. Upon getting notice of the hearing, we and the client were on a plane to the West Coast with our business suits in our carry-on hanging bags (you never want to lose your court clothes when traveling). Upon landing and meeting with our local counsel, we learned that our case had been rolled to a very new Federal judge about whom little was known.

There is something impressive yet somber about most Federal courtrooms, and the room we were in was no exception. It had the requisite high ceiling, dark wood paneling, and, of course, the bench to which everyone in the room had to look up. We rose on the bailiff's "hear ye, hear ye" as a seemingly attractive lady who appeared to be mid-forties walked out to the bench in her black robe then told us to take our seats.

As always, there were preliminary matters to be addressed between counsel and the Court. Carla was taking the lead role for us (I was relegated to bag carrier). The lead lawyer on the other side was a rather portly gentleman with a surprisingly high-pitched voice. It quickly became apparent that he was also something of a jerk. 

As Carla and our opponent were arguing one last preliminary motion, opposing counsel made an effort to prejudice the judge. Apropos of nothing, our opponent told the judge, "Of course, Your Honor, my learned opponent is a practicing nudist." This provoked a slight raise of the judicial eyebrows but nothing else at the time.

Carla won that last motion and had walked back to our table to begin the hearing proper when Her Honor spoke again. "I don't know the practice where you come from, but, I like to make out of town counsel as comfortable as possible in my courtroom. Ms. ________, Mr. _____ tells me that you are a practicing nudist. If you would be more comfortable conducting the hearing in the nude, you are free to do so."

I was sure that I had only imagined that statement. Carla leaned over to me and whispered, "Did she just say that I can do the hearing nude?" The looks on our faces apparently conveyed our disbelief that we had actually heard what we had heard to the judge. She smiled and repeated herself, "Ms. _______, if you would prefer to conduct this hearing nude, you are free to disrobe."

Carla looked at me with a gleam in her eye and a bright smile. She slowly pulled off her suit jacket, folded it, and laid it on top of our litigation bags. Every eye in the courtroom was now fixed on her, and Carla knew it. She pulled the tail of her blouse out of her skirt, unbuttoned it slowly, and set it on top of her jacket. Carla stood for a moment in her bra, skirt, and heels. Then she reached behind her back and undid the clasps of her bra. Putting a hand on each cup, she shrugged her shoulders so that the bra slid off into her hands. She laid the bra on top of her blouse. Carla then reached down, undid a button at the side of her skirt, lowered a zipper, and let the skirt fall to her feet.

Having watched her dress in the hotel room earlier that morning, I knew that Carla wasn't wearing anything under her knee-length skirt. Carla stood naked in the courtroom but for her high heels, which she left on to wonderful effect. The smile on Carla's face told me that she was enjoying her opportunity to go naked in court immensely.

The other thing the reader needs to know, and that gives this story much of its significance is that Carla is an incredibly beautiful lady. She looks magnificent in one of her court suits or in a sweatshirt and jeans. Naked, she is absolutely stunning.

After her strip, Carla sat down in a chair at the end of our table closest to the witness stand. Lacking any towels, I had laid my handkerchief in the seat of her chair so that her bare ass wouldn't stick to the vinyl upholstery.

Still smiling, the Judge announced, "Mr. ___________, you may proceed." As the moving party, our opponents put their evidence on first. Opposing counsel was clearly discomfited by Carla's courtroom strip. After a few moments of silence, he composed himself enough to call his first witness, the COO of his client.

The chief operating officer was another 50-something male. Taking his seat on the witness stand, he had a clear view of Carla seated a few feet away. Usually, Carla sits at counsel table with one leg crossed over the other. For some reason, however, today she was sitting with both feet on the floor and her legs slightly spread.

As I said, Carla is an extremely beautiful lady. It soon became apparent that her bare beauty was distracting the other side's lead witness. He flubbed or forgot several of his prepared answers to his counsel's softball questions. Counsel seemed distracted too. I think he forgot to ask several of the questions they had rehearsed, or he decided that his witness was too distracted to give the correct answers. The direct examination was much shorter than I had expected.

Carla's cross-examination was a thing of beauty, separate and apart from her bare beauty as she walked naked around the well of the court asking her questions. The COO was clearly mesmerized by Carla's naked body and fell into the male trap of trying to ingratiate himself to a beautiful woman. By the time Carla had finished, she had elicited several admissions which would be damaging to the other side's ultimate case on the merits and some which should skewer their chances of getting a preliminary injunction.

The other side's second witness was a financial guy who was supposed to testify to the incalculable harm the plaintiff company was suffering from our client's alleged misuse of the plaintiff's material. He too was much more interested in staring at Carla's bare cunt than in listening to his counsel's questions and giving the desired answers. On cross, Carla adopted a friendly attitude. I think that the witness was flattered that a beautiful naked woman would be so nice to him. As a result, Carla got him to admit that, even under plaintiff's theory of the case, any damages were easily calculable and probably not that great.

Because the hearing had been scheduled as an "emergency" matter shoehorned into the Court's pre-existing docket, we were only scheduled for that morning. Plaintiff rested after calling the two witnesses whom Carla had pretty effectively turned. Carla called only the CEO of our client who was himself a nudist and, therefore, not put off stride by being questioned by a naked lady. Moreover, during much of the time we had spent with him preparing, all three of us had been nude. Our guy was used to Carla's beauty and, himself, did a beautiful job on the stand.

The hearing was over sooner than I or the Court had expected. The judge thanked us for "getting right to the point" and told us that she would announce her decision at 8:30 a.m. the following day, with an opinion to follow.

After court recessed, Carla was standing next to me getting dressed to go outside. She giggled and said, "That was so hot. I'm horny as hell." We gathered our bags, arranged to meet out local counsel early the following morning, and headed swiftly to our hotel about three or four blocks away. It was only about 11:30 on a California morning when Carla and I re-entered our room and both stripped off. We left the curtains open giving us a view of several tall buildings and a small corner of the Bay, had we looked. Instead, I ate Carla to one orgasm and then penetrated her to another. About 2:00 p.m., we left the hotel dressed more casually, headed towards the waterfront in search of some seafood.

We had a late lunch and played tourist in Downtown San Francisco. After a light dinner and a couple of glasses of wine, Carla and I went back to the room for some slower, more tender lovemaking. We were in the courtroom again, in our suits, at 8:30 the next morning.

After the formalities, the Judge told Carla, "I'd invite you to undress again, but I don't believe that we will be here long enough to warrant that effort." Then the Judge launched into her decision:

"As you know, to obtain a preliminary injunction, the movant has the burden to show the existence of four factors: (1) likelihood of success on the merits, (2) irreparable harm, (3) that the harm to the movant in the absence of an injunction exceeds any harm that the injunction will cause, and (4) that an injunction will serve the public interest. While the Court has serious doubt that plaintiff in this case will succeed on the merits, I do not need to address that issue. Rather, the Court finds that plaintiff has failed to show irreparable harm. As the testimony of the plaintiff's own witnesses yesterday shows, any harm to plaintiff that is proximately caused by the alleged unlawful conduct of the defendant can be readily quantified and redressed by an award of damages in the due course of law. Consequently, there is no reason for the Court to use its equitable power. The request for preliminary injunction is denied."

Of course, we were very gratified and our client was thrilled. Since neither Carla nor I like redeye flights, we had a whole day free. With the guidance of our local counsel and his partner, they, the client, Carla, and I had a wonderful day at a nude beach not far from the Golden Gate Bridge.

Did we win the motion because Carla stripped naked in court? I can't say that. However, her nudity and immense beauty clearly distracted the other side's witnesses and lawyer such that they did not present their best case. Carla would not have had the opportunity to go naked in court but for opposing counsel's attempt to make her look bad by telling the Judge that Carla was a "practicing nudist." That remark, coupled with a broadminded judge, gave Carla the opportunity to look very good instead.

Back in the office two days later, Erin greatly enjoyed the story of Carla's nude hearing. At the end of Carla's story, Erin said, "I wish that I could have joined you."

"Erin," Carla retorted (smiling), "going naked in court is a privilege that is only extended to duly admitted members of the bar. You non-lawyers must remain clothed at all times." Of course, as Carla said that, all three of us were naked and barefoot.

Erin is vastly over-qualified to be our paralegal/office manager. She is also a very brilliant and beautiful lady. She is not, however, a lawyer. Carla's nude hearing was soon followed by a local adventure. A couple of years earlier, a few of us in town had started a "nude bar association ( the "NBA")" largely as an excuse to get the handful of nudist lawyers in town together periodically. However, and to our mild surprise, the group had grown to about 50 lawyers, mostly younger. We had started having quarterly meetings, usually in our offices where everyone could go nude.

At the previous meeting, someone had suggested that we ought to do something to benefit charity and that our event ought to involve nudity. After some investigation, we learned that the local contemporary arts center had no qualms about hosting a nude event. At our current meeting, the question was what we should actually do to raise funds. Several ideas were thrown around but discarded as too mundane, not original, or too difficult to pull off. Finally, Wendy said "What about poke-a-lawyer?"

Wendy was a young tax lawyer at one of our city's mega-firms. She was attractive, if a bit "full-figured" and had the most sweet and innocent looking face you can imagine on a very bright lady. In general, her outward personality tended to confirm the impression of the sweet "good girl" next door.

"What do you mean by 'poke-a-lawyer?'" someone asked.

"Well," Wendy began hesitantly, "I was thinking, what if we provided a selection of dildos. A few of us could be restrained so that our assholes and the girls' cunts were accessible. We could charge people money to stick the dildos into us. Of course, we'd need someone there to keep it from getting rough, but it could be fun."

I think all of the rest of us were shocked, partly by the idea but more by the fact that it came from sweet Wendy. Someone said as much. Wendy smiled and replied, "I rather like being tied up and penetrated sometimes."

Who'd have thought?

As the idea got kicked around, it began to grow on us. There was the exhibitionistic element that appealed to all but the most conservative among us. The elements of restraint and submission were things most of us were not into, but it could be fun and sexy for a short time if monitored. Finally, a majority decided that it was at least worth looking into.

That bit of background explains how I came to be standing naked behind a temporary black curtain one evening with two other nude men and three nude ladies standing in a line boy-girl, boy-girl... All of our hands were shackled to a bar above our heads. My left ankle was tightly bound to Wendy's right ankle and my right ankle was bound to Carla's left. We were all tied to that our legs were spread wide. To the left of the line was a table with a variety of dildos and a bowl of disinfectant. Several of our other NBA members were standing nearby, clothed, to keep things under control, clean the dildos, and collect the $100 that it would cost you to poke a lawyer with a dildo. We could hear what sounded like a fairly large crowd on the other side of the curtain.

While my arms and legs were restrained, my head was free. Looking to my left and right, I could see that Carla (looking stunning as always) and Wendy were excited by the thought of what we were about to go through. Frankly, I was a bit excited too.

Finally, one of our members pulled the curtain away. My first sensation was of the cooler air released from the large room. My second sensation was of all the well-dressed people now staring at our naked bodies "strung up" before them. Gretchen, the NBA president, stepped forward, clothed, to announce the rules of the event which we had kept secret. A nervous titter was emitted from the crowd and for several minutes, no one did anything except look.

The ice was broken by my other lover, Erin, who stepped forward, paid her money, stuck a finger up my ass, and began massaging my prostate. I should digress to say that, for sanitary reasons, the six of us being "poked" had given each other enemas in a small changing room at the center just before we were bound. I'm not into enemas, but giving or receiving one is an amazingly intimate act.

Erin knows me very well and her massage soon had me very erect. Wendy's voice came from my left: "I like you like that, Harry." I thought it was supposed to be $100 per poke. However, I'm sure Erin only paid one but she periodically massaged my prostate so that I was hard for most of the 90 minutes we were only display.

Erin broke the ice. Two young women came up, paid for their dildos, and went to Wendy. One young lady started working her dildo in Wendy's ass while the other came around to face Wendy and began working her dildo in Wendy's cunt. A number of people were watching. At first, Wendy was smiling, but, before long, it became obvious that the two ladies (whom I later learned were friends of Wendy) were stimulating Wendy to climax. Although Erin was working my ass when Wendy came, I still had to watch that sweet, innocent face go through a public orgasm.

The others were not ignored, although the guy at the end to my left had several men do him in the ass with dildos. Fortunately, I was spared that. About midway through, Erin came back again. She had mounted her name tag on a small piece of cardboard and threaded a ribbon through it. She tied the ribbon to my dick "to let everyone know whose property you are." (Erin showed it to me later. At the bottom of her nametag, she had added "shared with Carla _____.")

Only Wendy got off. Carla, being far and away the most physically beautiful person strung up, had a number of guys timidly poke her once in her ass or her cunt; mostly, I think, to see her naked that close. Carla was the leading fundraiser among us. Suzanne, tied on the end of the line to my right, had a novel strategy. Her boyfriend paid $ 1,000 and spent the whole 90 minutes stimulating her with a dildo or fingering her clit. That kept any strangers away from and led Wendy to explain to her later that is really is sexy to have a dildo poked in your ass and not to know who is doing it.

The 90 minutes passed, it seemed to me, very quickly. The curtain was put back up, we were untied, and went back to clean up. Along with the poking, we had sponsored a cocktail party. The final part of the event was that the pokees joined the party, remaining nude.

Cleaned, the six of us went back out into the clothed crowd, got drinks, and began to mingle. Generally, I enjoy being naked in a clothed crowd as does Carla. I got a little nervous when I realized that a number of people whom Carla, Erin, and I knew were in the crowd. 

A middle aged lady came up to me and I recognized her as someone with whom I served on a local board. "Harry," she said, "I can't say as this is something I would have pictured you doing if I'd not seen it." Her tone sounded disapproving. Then she broke into a smile. "But, you do look good naked."

Looking around, I saw Carla and Erin talking with Wendy and a young man. Although she was not part of the event, Erin had seized the opportunity to take off her clothes as well. Looking at Erin and Carla from a distance, I was reminded how fortunate I am to share my work and my life with two highly intelligent people who are also extremely beautiful ladies and who prefer to be naked.

Since the pokees only had time for one quick drink before the event ended, we decided we needed a few more. The six of us, Erin, and Suzanne's boyfriend, dressed and went back to our office where we could drink with our clothes off. We were sitting around our big conference table with drinks in hand discussing the event. Wendy, Carla, and I had enjoyed it. Suzanne enjoyed the exhibition but not the poking. (We didn't point out that she only got poked by her boyfriend.) Somewhat understandably, the other two guys were less enthusiastic. From the audience perspective, Erin opined that the event was a success.

The phone rang with Gretchen calling to say that we'd raised

$ 10,000 which we had agreed to donate to a group that helps the homeless. That enhanced the enthusiasm most of us felt.

Downing her second wine since leaving the arts center, Wendy shouted over the other voices, "See. I had a great idea. I thought that Harry showing that boner to a room full of people would be the highlight, but I actually came in front of a room full of people. That was sweet!"




Legally Nude Ch. 16



Our little post-party broke up. As had become our custom, Erin, Carla, and I did not bother to dress to take the elevator down to our lobby and then a second elevator to the garage to go home.

While the "Poke-A-Lawyer" was fun, there is always a morning after. I noted that our little kinky event had garnered some publicity, but it was largely positive, focusing on our charitable donation. The second event of that morning was an e-mail from Sarah accompanied by a lovely picture of her standing naked on a deck somewhere. The substance of Sarah's message was that her around-the-world race had collapsed just before it started when the major sponsor filed bankruptcy. However, Sarah had hooked up with an Englishman sailing writer who had been assigned to cover the race. As a substitute, Sarah was going to help him on a feature piece about "sailing the Caribbean au natural." I knew that Sarah had gone through tough times with the scandal here and was happy that she was getting a complete change.

The third event of the morning was the real earth-shaker. About 10:00 a.m., Jane came into my office to tell me that she and Lucinda were leaving the firm after only three months. Jane had a lengthy explanation for the move. What I took away from it was that Jane's ego needed the prestige of being in a mega-firm instead of our small shop, and that Lucinda, who was also Jane's lover, was thoroughly under Jane's thumb.

I broke the news about Jane and Lucinda to Carla and Erin after Jane left my office. I had sensed some growing disappointment about Jane and Lucinda from Erin and Carla. Neither of Erin and Carla seemed at all upset that the other two were leaving us. Carla's comment was "Maybe we can get Wendy to come over."



Legally Nude Ch. 17



This story is the seventeenth in a series. The prior stories will give context and character background. Hopefully, however, this story may be read enjoyably by itself. 

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The departure of Jane and Lucinda from our office, after only a brief stay, went amicably enough. Carla and I were busy enough that there was no real revenue hit for us. Demonstrating yet another aspect of her fine mind, Erin had come up with some ways to market the practice that were also bearing fruit. In short, despite the tumult of the last year, we were ok.

Late one afternoon, Carla buzzed our internal com line and asked if she could talk with both Erin and me. Since the three of us lived together as well as worked together, Carla's request could have been about anything. As Erin and I walked into Carla's office, I could see that she was stressed.

Taking a chair, I asked "What's up?"

Carla responded, "My sister wants to visit."

Carla had never talked much about her family. I knew that she had an older sister who taught somewhere in the D.C. area and that her parents were still alive. Once or twice a year, Carla would take a couple of days to go east and see her sister, but the sister had never come here. As far as I knew, Carla had not seen her parents in a long time.

Erin asked, "Why is that a problem? We get her a nice hotel room, take her to dinner, and you two can go do whatever you need to. Harry and I don't have to hang around."

Carla replied, "It is not quite that simple. She wants to stay at the house and see the office. The reason is that my sister has decided that she's going to broker reconciliation between me and my father. She knows that my life has gone somewhere outside the bounds of what Dad would consider normal and she wants to assess how far."

"Does your sister know about your lifestyle?" Erin asked.

"She knows that I go nude some and that I'm 'seeing' an older man. She doesn't know that I work and live naked or that I'm in a relationship with an older man and a younger woman."

"I see," Erin commented. After a few moments thought, Erin offered "We could put on a front of normalcy for her. You know, wear clothes at work and at home. I can stay at my folks' house while she's here so it looks like only you and Harry are living together. There's no reason she needs to know all the details of our life."

Carla thought for a few moments. The look on her face became stern. "No. I'm proud of whom I am and I'm very proud to share a life with the two of you. I'm proud of what we're accomplishing here. I'm not ashamed of anything I do, and I'm not going to act like I am. If Cammie can't handle it or decides that Dad couldn't handle it; it is their problem, not mine."

"Carla," Erin said, "sometimes not giving someone the complete picture can avoid hassle and hurt. I'm not seeing how you, we, or your family is harmed if your family thinks that you live a more conventional life than you actually do."

"Your parents know exactly how we live," Carla retorted. "They've participated in some of what we've done. Hell, they saw Harry making love to me and then to you as a display at one of Claire's parties. They're ok with it."

"Yes, but your family isn't obligated to have the same attitude as my parents," Erin replied.

Carla looked at me. "You're keeping quiet, Harry. What do you think?"

I had hoped to remain quiet. "I think that the overriding consideration is how the side of yourself you present to your sister is going to affect you. As far as I know, you don't have any contact with your parents now, but you do keep in touch with your sister. If you make full disclosure to her of how you live and she ostracizes you because of it, can you live with that? On the other hand, if you give her a misleading image of how you live, are you going to feel anxiety about keeping up the lie for her and what happens if she later learns the full truth? We aren't exactly secretive about our lifestyle," I said.

Erin said, "I see Harry's point and I think he's right. Our concern is what is best for you."

Carla thought for a few minutes. "I have to be who I am. There's nothing wrong with who I am or what I do. I'm not hiding any aspect of our life from Cammie. She can stay at the house and we'll go naked and sleep together like we always do. If she wants to come to the office, she's just going to have to deal with us naked."

More or less in unison, Erin and I said, "Ok." However, I was a bit dubious.

Carla talked to her sister again and arranged for her to come in the following Friday. No departure date was discussed, but I think that Carla was hoping that her sister would only stay the weekend so that we could leave the office part out of it. It was a warm summer day when we picked Cammie (short for Camella) up at the airport. All three of us were, of course, fully clothed.

Waiting outside security as the passengers off of the flight from National (I will not use the actor's name for that airport) came through security, our eyes, and everyone else's were naturally drawn to the casually dressed tall blonde. I guessed, correctly, that it was Cammie. To me, at least, she did not look like a "Cammie." I knew that she was about four years older than Carla, which put her in her mid-30s. Like her sister, Cammie was a very physically beautiful woman. Her walk was very erect and there was something "commanding," for want of a better word, about her presence. As we followed Carla towards her sister, I saw more clearly a beautiful and intelligent face and alert, inquisitive eyes.

Carla introduced me to Cammie simply as "Harry." Introducing Erin, Carla added that she worked with us and that she was "a very close friend." That description of Erin brought a slight raise of the eyebrow from Cammie, to which Carla responded, "I'll explain it more thoroughly at home."

We put Cammie's bag in the SUV. Carla drove with her sister in the front passenger seat. Erin and I sat behind them, a bit nervous and both trying to be as unobtrusive as possible. In an effort to postpone the first potential confrontation, Carla offered to stop for lunch. However, Cammie explained that she had eaten a large breakfast before leaving home and wasn't hungry.

"Besides, Car, I'm dying to see where you live," Cammie added.

As we drove up our driveway, the house came into view through the trees and Cammie was, I think, suitably impressed. "This is nice," she said. "How long does it take you to get to work?"

"About 15 or 20 minutes, depending on traffic," Carla answered.

After putting Cammie's bag in a guest room, we gave her the nickel tour. "This is really nice," Cammie said, "although it seems rather large for just the two of you."

"Well, it isn't just the two of us," Carla replied.

"Oh? Who else lives here?" Cammie asked.

"Erin lives here too," Carla disclosed.

"Really," Cammie responded with some evident confusion, "ok, whatever. Well, you guys just do what you would normally do. Don't change anything because I'm here."

I'm not sure that Cammie appreciated then exactly what she was asking for.

"Look, it's a nice day. Why don't we change and sit outside by the pool to talk. We can get you a drink or just tea if it is too early," Carla told her sister.

"That's a good idea. I love that pool," Cammie responded. "Let me go to my room and put on a little bit less than this. I'm on vacation, so a drink would be fine. Some chardonnay if you have it."

We showed Cammie back to her room and she closed the door. The three of us walked to our bedroom.

"What now?" Erin asked.

Carla summoned some determination. "She said we should do what we normally do. Normally, we are naked by the pool." With that, Carla began stripping her clothes off. Erin and I joined her.

Naked, we padded into the kitchen. I pulled down glasses and opened a bottle of cabernet for Erin and myself while Carla pulled a bottle of chardonnay out of the wine cooler for herself and her sister. We took the wines out to a table beside the pool. I arranged the umbrella to put the table and chairs fully in the shade. Naked, the three of us sat down to wait for Carla's sister.

A few minutes later, Cammie came tentatively through the French doors from the kitchen. Her black one-piece set off her blonde hair and disclosed a figure that rivaled her sister's.

"I thought I remembered the way here," Cammie said. She stopped and stood for a moment, looking at the three of us. While the table concealed a little, Carla and Erin were both visibly topless and it didn't require much imagination to realize that all three of us were nude.

Deciding on a "full frontal" approach, I stood up, made a sweeping gesture with my left arm, and said "welcome to our pool." Perceiving that I wanted to get the nudity out there and out of the way swiftly; Erin and Carla stood up too.

Cammie smiled and sat down in a patio chair. She took a sip of her wine. Then she said "I sort of expected this." 

We sat down as well. Carla explained, "We are usually naked all the time at home. You might as well know that we work naked in the office too. In fact, I did a hearing naked recently in federal court in California. Also, Erin, Harry, and I are lovers."

"Really," Cammie said. She sat silently for a few moments, and then looked at me. "This works out pretty nice for you, doesn't it Harry. Living naked and having sex with two very beautiful younger women?" Cammie's tone wasn't exactly harsh, but it wasn't too friendly either.

Erin spoke up: "You are, of course, welcome to see our life however you choose. You should know that the three of us love each other very much and are very committed to each other. Carla and I get more out of the relationship than Harry does." (That last sentence was not really true).

Carla added, "Erin is right."

Cammie looked between her sister and Erin silently for quite a time. I was wondering whether we'd be driving Cammie back to the airport in short order. Finally, Cammie said, "Ok. I guess I have to take what you say at face value. Nothing I can do about it anyway."

The tension wasn't gone, but it was lower.

"Putting that aside," Cammie said, "let's talk about why I came out here. Carla, mom and dad aren't getting any younger. It has been, what, 15 years since you talked to them? This is ridiculous. I have to get you and them back together."

Carla looked at Erin and me. "Dad and I had a little disagreement about me going to law school."

Cammie chimed in, "let me tell it from a more neutral point of view. Our father is a bit of a tyrant. He was a career Air Force officer but, because he was an aeronautical engineer rather than a fighter pilot, he never got his star; or at least that's what he thinks. Part of our father's response to that slight was to place engineering and the hard sciences on a level of value way above anything else. Engineers and scientists are the only people who really know anything in our father's view. The rest of you are just fakers and ass-kissers. Dad pressured Carla into getting her BSE at Purdue, but Carla really didn't care much for engineering. She's a verbal person rather than a numeric person. Dad is numeric and thinks that is the only way to be. When Carla decided to go to law school rather than getting her master's in engineering, Dad cut her off. I escaped the same fate because I'm a theoretical physicist, which is marginally acceptable to my father."

Without really thinking, I said "Wow, to cut off your daughter because she doesn't choose the career path you want her to? He's really got his head up his ass."

There was a moment of silence. Then Cammie and Carla both started laughing. Regaining her composure, Cammie said "I don't usually hear people talk about our father that way, but you are correct Harry."

Erin asked, "But, what about your mother? She went along with this?"

Cammie held up her hand to Carla and answered. "Mother is a smart woman, but she gave up whatever career she might have had to be an officer's wife. Her life is completely subordinate to Dad, but Dad has taken care of her. I think that Mother feels that she owes Dad her loyalty. You also have to realize that Dad is used to giving orders and taking orders. Decision-making based on collegial discussion is not something he's comfortable with."

Erin commented, "Damn. Growing up must have been a pain."

Cammie replied, "It had its challenges. I suspect that one motivation for Carla's life today is to live in a way as much opposed to our Father's life as possible." Carla started to object, but Cammie held up her hand again. "We've both had our rebellions," she added. We all let that remark pass.

I thought that Carla and Cammie ought to talk for a while in private. I stood again. "We probably ought to let the two of you talk, and I need a workout anyway. Erin, do you want to join me? Can I get either of you more wine before we take our leave?"

Cammie and Carla both asked for more wine. I took their glasses into the kitchen and gave them each a very generous pour. I brought the glasses back out to the patio and set them down in front of Cammie and Carla. I turned to leave and Erin stood up and walked to my side. 

As Erin and I started back into the house, Cammie spoke up. "Harry, you do look good naked. You too Erin."

Erin and I did about an hour's workout in our basement gym and then took a steam bath. It was about 5:00 p.m. when we finished and showered, together.

Going back out onto the patio, I asked Cammie and Carla "Are you ladies getting hungry? I can start dinner."

I had noticed in the kitchen that a second bottle of chardonnay had been opened. Both ladies had obviously been drinking, but were not drunk. Cammie responded to me, "That would be nice, thank you."

Erin and I put on aprons and began making salad and some summer fruits and vegetables in the kitchen. That done, I went out and lit our grill.

Cammie commented, "The apron is a nice touch Harry, it accentuates your ass." This was not a case of in vino veritas.

Erin and I dispensed with the aprons when we joined Cammie and Carla for dinner. After cleaning up, Erin said, "I'm going in the pool. Anyone joining me?"

It was a pleasant evening so we all went into the pool. Erin, Carla, and I were naked. Cammie wore her black one-piece, which seemed increasingly sexy as the evening went on. Erin, Carla, and I usually played with each other in the pool; and the wine had broken down a few inhibitions. Despite Cammie's presence, we were getting a bit intimate.

Cammie finally got out of the pool. "It has been a long day. I think I'll turn in," she announced. She went over to our outside shower and showered off in her one-piece, toweled off, and went inside.

Erin, Carla, and I were clustered on a side of the pool. "How do you think it went?" Erin asked Carla.

"On the whole, I think she's ok," Carla responded. "Remember, she teaches at a large university. She must be a little open-minded."

Soon, we got out of the pool and went to the shower. We carefully washed each other off. The guest room Cammie was using looked out on the pool. I resisted the temptation to look up to see if she was watching.

Saturday morning was spent giving Cammie a tour of our town, clothed. That isn't as boring as you might think. As we were driving around, Carla asked Cammie, "How are things with that guy you're seeing?"

In a dull voice, Cammie replied, "You mean Derek. We broke it off." Cammie snorted. "To be honest, Derek dumped me for a 22 year old intern in his office. I thought that was only a cliché, but it happened to me. Back in March."

Carla quickly said, "I'm sorry." Erin and I remained quiet.

"No, I'm over it . . . mostly," Cammie said.

We stopped for lunch at a gourmet burger joint in an old firehouse. A couple of beers for each of us lifted the slight pall that had fallen with discussion of Cammie's private life.

Walking out of the restaurant, Carla said to her sister, "It's getting really hot. Do you want more tour or would you rather go home and stay by the pool?"

Cammie laughed. "Stay by your pool and watch three naked people make out? How can I say no to that? Sure, let's go back to your place."

Back at the house, the three of us stripped off and went out to the pool. Soon, Cammie came out in a fairly conservative yellow bikini. I pulled out a chaise for her and positioned an umbrella to shade her. While I was doing that, Carla moved another chaise next to her sister, but without the umbrella. Carla lay down on her back in the unshaded chaise. "Erin, would you sunscreen me?" Carla asked.

We all realized that was for her sister's benefit. Erin went over and slowly spread lotion all over Carla. Erin took extra time with Carla's tits and her pubes. 

Then Erin came over to me with the sunscreen. "Turn around," she commanded, so I did. Erin spread screen over every bit of my back, spreading my cheeks and covering my asshole for effect. "Front" she commanded and I turned and faced her. Erin did my shoulders, arms, and abs. Then she went from my feet up each thigh. Finally, she lifted up my dick to put sunscreen on my balls and then the underside of my dick. Finally, she stroked the top of my shaft with sunscreen, and then spread it on my head with a swirling motion of her index finger. Finally, Erin spread sunscreen on my face and then kissed me.

Handing me the bottle, Erin turned around. I started at her heels, up her calves, then to her neck, shoulders, and back. Erin spread her legs and I went back to work on the backs of her thighs, going all the way up to her buttocks. Each time, I'd wipe a finger clean on a towel and run it gently along her cunt lips. Then I moved to Erin's buttocks, massaging them as much as covering them in sunscreen. Of course, I made sure that Erin's asshole was covered too.

Erin turned around to face me and I went to work on her peripheral bits. After covering her tummy, I spent a long time massaging and pinching Erin's nipples until they were hard. I covered her triangle with sunscreen and then fingered her clit and penetrated a few times. Following Erin's plan, I spread sunscreen on her gorgeous face last. Then I kissed her as she reached out and stroked my dick. 

Erin stroked me just long enough to get me hard. Then we both turned and faced Cammie. It looked to me like Cammie's nipples were hard, too, against the top of her bikini. Carla shifted over on her chaise. Erin and I lay down on it too, with me between Carla and Erin.

Cammie laughed and said, "Nice show, guys."

As we lay together on the chaise, Carla, Erin, and I became less hesitant about touching each other. Carla and Erin stroked my dick and fondled my balls enough to keep me hard.

After 20 minutes or so, Cammie asked "Could I have a beer? Harry, would you get it? I'd like to watch your dick wiggle as you walk."

Always happy to oblige a lady who wants to watch my dick, I got up and walked right in front of Cammie into the house. When I came back out with four beers, Erin and Carla were fingering each other in their chaise.

Cammie sat up and swung her flawless legs over the side of the chaise. "I wouldn't disturb them right now," she said. "Sit down here, next to me." 

I put Erin's and Carla's beers in a small fridge built into the same structure that contained the grill. I walked over to Cammie and handed her a beer. My dick was about level with her face. 

"Please just stand there a moment," Cammie asked. I did, letting Carla's sister look at my dick. Finally, she smiled, patted the chaise next to herself, and said "sit, and thank you."

Cammie and I sat side-by-side as Erin and Carla got each other off. Cammie asked me, "It doesn't bother you that they stimulate each other to orgasm?"

"No, should it?" I replied.

"No. Of course not. I'm just used to thinking of men as possessive."




Legally Nude Ch. 17



"Carla, Erin, and I have completely equal rights to each other." 

"Do you ever involve others?" Cammie asked.

"We have, but only if all three of us agree."

Erin and Carla had gotten up from their chaise and stood in front of us. "It is really hot," Erin said.

"Everyone in the pool," Carla said as she reached down and grasped her sister's arm.

Erin took my hand and led me to the pool. Carla followed with her sister. Soon all four of us were in the pool. 

After we had all swum a bit, I pulled out floats for the ladies to use. Only Cammie took one. She floated on it, face down, while Erin, Carla and I stood together in the pool.

Carla suddenly asked, "Cammie, why do you still have a silly suit on?"

Cammie looked up from the float somewhat languidly. "I'm not used to running around naked like you are."

I don't know whether Cammie noticed Carla and Erin moving to opposite sides of her float or if Cammie knew what was coming and didn't care.

Carla replied to her sister, "Well, it is high time that you start" and flipped her float over. As Cammie came out of the water, Carla reached behind her sister, undid the clasp to her bikini top, and deftly whipped it off. Simultaneously, Erin had gone underwater and pulled Cammie's bottoms down to her feet. Surrendering a bit, Cammie lifted first one foot and then the other so that Erin could completely separate her from her clothing.

Carla and Erin tossed the pieces of Cammie's bikini out onto the pool deck. "Now, older sister, you've been looking at us nude since yesterday. Get your bare ass out of the pool and up there on the patio so we can look at you," Carla commanded.

Cammie silently swam over to a pool ladder and climbed out as water dripped off of her very lovely ass. She walked a few steps on the deck with her bare backside to us. Stopped, the slowly turned to face us. Then she spread her legs slightly apart. Like her sister, Cammie was a very, very beautiful lady naked. Prominent tan lines highlighted her breasts and pubes, making her look more naked.

Cammie stood still for a moment, and then did a slow turn. Finally, Carla said "Not bad sis, but you took damn long to show us."

Cammie replied, "I'm not sure that I would have done it on my own. But, I'm kind of glad that you forced me into it."

Erin piped up, "We're always happy to help people get naked."

Cammie looked at me. Stretching both arms out, she asked "Harry, what do you think?"

"Stunning beauty runs in your family," I replied. "Erin is the only other lady I've ever seen who is as beautiful as you and Carla. But, those tan lines tell me that you need to go naked a lot more."*

After showing herself off to us, Cammie sat back down in her chaise. Carla had been fondling me under the water. Finally, she grasped my dick firmly and led me towards the pool ladder. On the way, she grabbed the float Cammie had been using and tossed it on the pool deck. Letting go of me, Carla climbed out of the pool. Suspecting what was coming, I followed.

Carla picked up the float and set it on the pool deck in front of her sister. I walked over to Carla, who put one arm behind my neck, pulling me down to kiss her. Carla used her other hand to resume playing with my dick. Once Carla had me hard, she took my hand, crouched down, and gently lay back on the float, pulling me on top of her. Carla spread her legs and guided me into her with her left hand. Once I was in her, Carla used her tremendous pelvic muscles to clamp down on my dick. It took great effort to get any thrusting going, but it felt great too. After a few minutes, Carla relaxed enough for me to thrust towards the spots that work best for her.

Of course, the whole point of doing this, apart from the fact that Carla and I enjoy making love together, was to show Carla's sister how we really live. There was no hurry so I kept most of my thrusts slow and rhythmic. I nibbled on Carla's earlobe and her nipples, and kissed her neck. After a time, Erin tapped my shoulder. I moved my head up. Erin squatted down over Carla's face and Carla began to eat her.

I had become so absorbed in the sex that I largely forgot that Cammie was watching us. Until, that is, Cammie began to moan and then let out a scream. Glancing over and seeing Cammie's hand still between her legs, I could guess what had happened. All three of us picked up the pace. Carla got Erin off just before Carla came herself. I shot a large load in Carla while she was still enjoying her orgasm.

Momentarily spent, Carla, Erin, and I collapsed together on the float. We tenderly kissed each other a few times. Finally, we slowly stood up. Carla walked over to her sister.

Cammie was blushing, whether from her orgasm or embarrassment at having masturbated herself in front of people I don't know. "I'm sorry," Cammie said. "That was so erotic I, I wasn't thinking."

"You are fine Sis," Carla said. "You might want to try Harry though. I like him a lot better than my own fingers."

Cammie actually looked like she thought about it for a moment. Then she smiled and just said "I'm sure."

We were all thirsty, so I went inside and got four more beers. Carla, Erin, and I lay together on one chaise while Cammie lay on another. She looked really good.

It was probably the beer coupled with Carla's desire to be completely open with her sister, but Carla started telling stories of our antics. Erin interrupted every so often with a comment or correction. Carla finished with an account of "Poke a Lawyer" night.

Cammie smiled. She shook her head once. "Not exactly what I expected from my little sister. But, it sounds like you had fun."

Erin popped up. "Sitting in the sun is ok, but Cammie really needs to use the steam room. Come on."

I knew that Erin had something in mind because our steam room held three only very close together, not that we minded. We stood up and the four of us trooped, naked, into the house. Erin bounced into the basement and started the steam, with Carla, Cammie, and me just a few steps behind. Soon, we could see that the room was full of steam.

Being a gentleman, I held the door as Erin, Carla, and Cammie walked in. Following Cammie, I had to press very tightly against her back and ass to get the door shut. Cammie was moving back and forth very slightly, but the skin f her gorgeous ass rubbing against the head of my dick was getting me hard again. Cammie started rubbing her ass against my dick harder, which got me harder. Cammie reached both hands back and spread her cheeks. I took that as an invitation and began working my dick into her asshole.

As I pushed farther in, Cammie made a sharp intake of breath. Then, I heard Erin whisper "relax" and I knew that Erin was tending to Cammie's front while I entered her back door. Throw the steam, I could vaguely see Erin going to her knees to, I assume, begin eating Cammie. I also saw Carla's head going to her sister's chest so I suspected Cammie's nipples were getting attention.

The steam had a timed shut off. As I thrust into Cammie's asshole more forcefully, my butt knocked the door open and the steam began to dissipate. Cammie's asshole was so tight and felt so good that I came pretty quickly, and pretty hard. Just after that, Erin's mouth induced another of Cammie's screams, which was quite load in the small steam room. As Erin stood back up, I spun Cammie around to face me. The look on her face was wonderful, and much like a look which I have seen on Carla's face many times. I kissed Cammie. She put her arms around me and pulled my bar body to hers very tightly. Finally, I heard Carla say "out."

I backed out of the steam room, followed by Cammie, Erin, and Carla. We stepped into the large shower. Erin washed off my dick while Carla was her sister's ass. Cleaned off, I then washed Erin. Cammie washed her sister's nude body.

We never really got around to dinner that Saturday. We did stop drinking. However, the rest of the day and evening were given over to intermittent sex. As the sun set around 9:00 p.m., I fucked Cammie vaginally with Carla and Erin watching. Not long after, the four of us went to bed, nude and together.

Even sleeping with three very beautiful naked ladies, I am a habitually early riser. I was outside using the shower Sunday morning when Carla and the Erin joined me.

As we washed each other, Carla laughed, "I think we gave Cammie a lot more than she bargained for."

"Probably," Erin replied, "but she enjoyed herself."

From slightly outside the shower area, we heard Cammie reply, "Yes, I really did. May I join you?"

Turning, we saw Cammie standing there nude. She was smiling and looked, well, almost as good as her sister. Carla took Cammies arm and guided her under the water. The three of us set about washing Cammie, very thoroughly.

We had a leisurely breakfast naked in the sunshine on the patio. We had finished cleaning up and were having coffee in the sun when we heard a car come up the driveway. Soon, we saw Wendy's angelic face and full figure, unobscured by anything clothing, come around the side of the house.

As she came into view, Wendy said "Suzanne and Rob found a place up on the Oyosho River where we can canude. Get some sunscreen and drinks. We're heading up there now. Don't bother getting dressed. It's a nice day to drive naked."

We introduced Wendy to Cammie. Then we quickly gathered sunscreen, money, a selection of drinks, and some towels. Nude Carla led her nude sister towards Wendy's car. Cammie was looking back at the house. She was surprised, I think, that she was about to be driven off somewhere without a stitch on. It was a good day.



Legally Nude



Lucinda resumed, "this may be a small, conservative Midwestern city, but you will find that I am not the only businessperson committed to nudism. I and many of my peers firmly believe that nudism instills values that just are not present in the textile world. Of course, as we identify professionals of like mind, we prefer to patronize them. Put more bluntly, Counselor, you can make a lot more money if you leave your dick and ass bare." With that, Lucinda picked her coat off of the sofa and flipped it over her shoulder. She stepped into an elevator car, still nude when the doors closed.

I turned and looked at Sarah. She was smiling. "Lucinda can be pompous. She's a handful when she has a few in her. Actually, she likes to grab a handful." Sarah gently grabbed my dick to illustrate her meaning. "But, she's basically good at heart. And she's right. You'd be surprised who belongs to the club at Sedina. We could make a lot more money if you join out there."

"We?" I asked.

Sarah let go of my dick, faced me and put her arms around my waist. "Didn't I tell you? I'm coming to work here after graduation." Her face went into a pout, "that's ok isn't it?" 

I responded, "I'd be hurt if you went anywhere else."

About 4:45, Terry called us into the conference room. She had set out a bottle of wine and five glasses. We kept some wine in the office, locked up "for special occasions." I gave Terry a questioning glance. "I thought that our first day as a clothes-free workplace was a special occasion." 

"First day?" I asked. 

"Sarah and I talked about it. Starting today, everyone who works here works nude. Of course, we'll make exceptions when there are depositions or clients or other lawyers who are clothes compulsive."

"I thought this was my office. What if I don't agree?" 

"Sarah and I quit on the spot."

"Well, I can't have that."

Sarah chimed in, "that means you too. The eye-candy thing works both ways."

"Oh well, I guess it will cut my cleaner's bill."

Sarah and Terry lifted their glasses in toast, "we knew that you are a decent boss."

Just then, Amy walked in, still nude. "Geez, what a day. At least I got that Brown case settled. What's the occasion?"

Terry explained, "This has become a clothes free office. Going forward we all work in the buff all the time."

Amy said, "Wow, I may have to change firms. You have any space?" Then Amy looked more pointedly at me. "Is touching allowed?"

Sarah quickly responded, "Of course. Ourselves and each other."

Terry looked at the clock and said, "Crap, I have to get dressed and pick up Kathy (her daughter)." She set her glass down. "Great day, wasn't it?"

Amy, Sarah, and I each had a second glass after Terry left. Sarah looked at Amy, nodded towards me, and asked, "you like him, don't you?

"Yes."

"A lot?"

"Yes. You like him too?"

"Yes."

"A lot?"

"Yes."

"Willing to share?"

"Yes. You?"

"Yes."

Sarah turned to me. "Did you ever install that shower in the office you talked about?"

"Yes. The landlord let me convert that small closet behind the kitchen."

"I never noticed."

"It is really small, only big enough for one person."

Sarah stood and grabbed my hand. "I'm sure it will work fine for the three of us. Come on Amy."

Following two lovely bare asses to our shower, I mused at how one court order seemed to have changed my life. But, I wasn't complaining.

(Expected to be continued)