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Naked and In Charge

By: foolstop



This is an entry in the 2012 Nude Day story contest, so please vote. Honest feedback is always appreciated. Copyright Foolstop June 2012. This is a work of fiction. The events, settings and characters described here are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. For all scenes that depict sexual activity, all participants are 18 or over. Thanks to PhantomOp for his eagle-eyed proofreading. 

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Prologue: Poster Child

Allie, my chesty, redheaded wife is the poster child for National Nude Day here in Greenville, and I mean that quite literally. Last year, thousands of posters featuring her beautiful, nude body went up all over town to advertise the fifth annual event. The posters showed her looking back over her shoulder and smiling at the camera with a twinkle in her eye. Across her backside, a large tattoo read, "Follow Me for National Nude Day." 

Allie works for the mayor, you see. She's the Manager of Special Events, so it's her job to publicize National Nude Day, among other things. The poster budget included enough to pay for a professional model, but the photographer took one look at Allie's gorgeous figure and suggested that she be the model instead. When Allie realized that the money saved could go towards the parade, which always came up short, it was all the incentive she needed to strip down and wiggle her ass for the camera, thereby becoming immortalized.

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Chapter 1: Houseguest 

Allie's younger sister, Mercedes, flew in for an extended visit over the summer, and it was my job to pick her up from the airport. I staked out a bench in the baggage claim area and buried my nose in a magazine while I waited for Mercedes' plane to touch down. 

I became completely lost in thought, because the next thing I knew, the magazine was being pulled from my grip, and a husky female voice startled me by speaking my name. It took me a second to realize that the slender woman who stood before me wearing a tight-fitting top and a very short skirt was, in fact, Mercedes. The last time I had seen her, she had just turned 16, but three years had passed since then. "Wow! Look at you, all grown up and stunning! Have you actually grown taller?"

"No, but I lost about ten pounds."

"And your voice has gotten deeper."

She cleared her throat. "I think that's just from the air travel."

"Well, anyway. You look fantastic." 

She smiled at me. "Thanks. You're just as handsome as ever, yourself."

We collected her bags, and headed out to my car. When Mercedes climbed into the passenger seat, her short skirt rode up high on her hips and I was treated to a nice glimpse of her skimpy underwear. As we pulled away from the airport, I barely managed to keep my eyes on the road while resisting the constant urge to glance down at those enticingly bare legs.

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Our next stop was to pick up Allie from city hall so that we could all go out to dinner, but my wife wasn't in her office. She left a note on her whiteboard. "Wesley, my last meeting of the day might run long. Take a seat and I'll be back as soon as I can."

Allie's guest chair was missing for some reason, so Mercedes let me take the desk chair and she sat on the corner of Allie's desk. I attempted to read my magazine while we waited, but I kept getting distracted by the way that Mercedes crossed one long, bare leg over the other, directly in my line of sight. I kept thinking, Damn, Allie's sister is quite the hottie. 

Allie and Mercedes are three-quarters Irish and one-quarter French, but where Allie inherited hardly anything from her French grandma, Mercedes inherited quite a bit. So, the two are night-and-day different.

My Allie is a redheaded vixen at five foot seven inches tall with an average build. Lately, her hair was cut short with bangs, and dyed a chocolate-red. I melt every time I look into her dark green eyes, and she smiles at me with those thick, sensuous lips. She has a cute, freckled nose and her large breasts are also dusted with freckles, which everyone knows because she loves to wear low cut tops that display plenty of cleavage. 

Mercedes, on the other hand, has long, brown hair and golden brown eyes that study the world through stylish, dark rimmed eyeglasses. Both girls have muscular legs that are topped by wide, rounded hips, but Mercedes' hips taper to a very narrow waist, while Allie's waist is thicker. Mercedes is a few inches shorter than Allie and she is not quite as busty as Allie.

While Allie is playful and feisty, Mercedes is much more reserved. I'm not saying that Mercedes is shy, but rather that she exudes an air of confidence. Mercedes will usually let others take the lead, but that doesn't mean she'd follow blindly.

Mercedes stood and moved around me. I looked up and saw that a framed copy of the aforementioned "Follow Me" poster had caught her attention. Allie had gotten it signed by both the photographer and the tattoo artist and mounted it proudly opposite the door of her office. It was the first thing anyone noticed upon entering. Mercedes pondered. "I wonder what they are going to do for a poster this year. I don't know how they could top that one." 

"Allie won't tell me. She's keeping it a secret, but maybe you can pry it out of her," I answered. 

"Maybe I should be in the poster, this year." Mercedes placed her hands above her head and emulated Allie's pose. "What do you think, Wes? Would you like to see your sister captured like this? All I need is the tramp stamp."

"I'm surprised you don't already have one, you tramp." I reached over and pulled down the waistband of her skirt to check.

"Hey!" Mercedes twisted around and stuck her tongue out at me. Just then, Allie walked in and Mercedes forgot all about me. Mercedes hugged her sister as if she had just come back from the dead. 

When Mercedes finally let go, Allie asker her, "So, you're going to be staying with us all summer, huh?" 

"Yeah. Mom and Dad are remodeling the whole damn house and I don't want to be anywhere near when dust starts to fly. I'd just be in the way, anyway."

"So, since you'll be here all summer, you know what that means, don't you?" Allie smiled.

Mercedes answered with only a slight hesitation in her voice, "Yeah, it means I'll be here for National Nude Day, which is about a month away." She pointed back at the poster. "I assume the whole town's going crazy again like you were telling me last year? I can't believe some of the pictures you sent me."

"We still have the same city ordinance that requires everyone to strip naked that day, if that's what you mean." Allie kept smiling.

"I don't know how you guys can stand it, with everyone in the world looking at you."

"Well, that's why we passed that ordinance three years ago. When National Nude Day was merely clothing optional, there would always be some fully dressed creeps ogling everyone. But, after we made it so that everyone is required to get naked, the lowlifes all decided to go elsewhere and things got a lot more comfortable. Let me tell you, the day is much more relaxed when everyone is in the same boat."

"Relaxed, huh?"

"Well, yes. Exhilarating and relaxing, both. You'll see." 

"I guess I will."

Allie shooed us out of her office. Our reservation was for six thirty, and we had just barely enough time to get there.

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Chapter 2: Poster Unveiling

The two weeks leading up to the Fourth of July weekend were uneventful. Mercedes had no trouble settling in. She got a part-time job at a juice bar that was walking distance from our house and she made some fast friends. 

So, it was happenstance that Mercedes was home on the particular Thursday that a large package arrived addressed to Allie. Mercedes couldn't help but open it. Inside, she found this year's posters for National Nude Day.

"Don't go too far on National Nude Day," was the headline. Below that, a sequence of images in five panels, like a comic strip, showed Allie in various stages of undress. In the first image, Allie was unbuttoning the blouse of her conservative business suit, revealing a lacy bra. 

In the next, Allie was topless with her freckled, 38D boobs clearly on display, and her skirt was unzipped and lowered as if she was about to step out of it. This revealed lacy panties and a garter belt. 

The third panel showed Allie seated on a padded bench. It was a side view with one of her knees pulled up to her chest. By this point, she had discarded her panties and the garter belt, and was down to just a pair of stockings, one of which she was rolling down her leg.

In the fourth image, Allie was again standing upright, fully facing the camera, and fully naked, striking a pose. 

The fifth and final image showed Allie in the same pose as the fourth panel, except that her skin had been "unzipped" from her neck to below her belly button, and Allie was pulling her own skin apart to reveal the muscle and bone underneath. "Don't go too far," indeed.

The rest of the poster gave all of the pertinent details for National Nude Day, which was coming up on July fourteenth--a Thursday. It gave the schedule of the day, naming twice as many activities as last year and it promised a parade that would be "bigger and better than ever." At the bottom, it cited the city ordinance requiring that everyone out in public that day must be naked, or face a hefty fine. Finally, it ended with the usual admonishment, "Remember: Be nude, but not lewd."

Allie and I arrived home at almost the same time that evening. Mercedes was grinning from ear to ear. "Your posters arrived. I can't believe you did that! Full-on frontal nudity. There's no mistaking it's you."

"Well, why not? There are plenty of naked pictures of me floating around in the world already. What's a few more?"

When I saw the poster art for myself, I whistled. Allie looked gorgeous in those sexy poses and the way that the photographer captured her mischievous attitude. 

"Oh, honey. You've really outdone yourself. I already knew I had the sexiest, bravest, hottest wife in town, but this proves it." I kissed her long and hard.

"Oh, get a room," chided Mercedes. When we broke off the kiss, she then asked, "Should I put one up at the juice bar tomorrow?"

"Actually, if you could take a stack and hand them out all up and down the block that would be great." 

"I'll do it before my 11 o'clock shift, tomorrow."

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Over dinner the next night, Mercedes couldn't stop talking about the positive reaction she received every time she handed out a poster. It was unbelievable to her how much the whole town was looking forward to Nude Day. "It's almost a cult thing," she commented. "And I didn't realize how much last year's poster turned you into a minor celebrity around here, Allie. This new poster is going to send you over the top. My male coworkers already have dibs on half the posters I handed out for when they come down after the event. They made me promise to get you to autograph them."

Allie was surprised. "Really? I was asked to autograph a few of the posters last year, but I thought those people were just being silly and goofing around."

I said, "Keep this up, Allie, and some day you'll become a real national celebrity. You know, one of those people who are famous for being famous, like Kim Kardashian or Lisa Marie Presley."

"Gee, thanks." 

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Chapter 3: Fourth of July BBQ

I love hot summer nights. It was the Fourth of July, about an hour before sunset. I had on a tank top and shorts and Allie was still comfortable in the bikini top and denim skirt she had been wearing all day. She was inside preparing for our guests while I started to clean the barbeque. Just then, I heard my sister, Mercedes, come home. Mercedes yelled from the front entryway. "Hey, Allie! There's a bunch of naked kids right behind me."

Well, that got my attention. I set down the scrub brush and hurried inside. Sure enough, three college students stood naked in my living room talking with Allie. They were some of the volunteers that Allie had recruited to help with the Nude Day parade logistics. The parade was, by far, the biggest and most complicated event of the day, so it required the most help to organize. But, Nude Day was still ten days away. So, why were they naked already?

The ringleader of the three was Martha. She was tall and skinny with long, black hair. Her friend, Cindy, was more compact with pert breasts, muscular arms and legs, and golden blond hair. I was happy to see that both girls had followed the current trend to shave their pussies bare, and neither girl was the least bit apprehensive about being seen that way.

Next to Cindy was her boyfriend, Dale. He stood halfway in height between the two girls at around five foot seven. He had curly brown hair, and brown eyes that were always smiling. Well, why not? With his runner's physique, he had nothing to be shy about. I could see that Allie and Mercedes both especially liked what they saw between Dale's legs. His circumcised cock was flaccid and dangled straight down three or fours inches.

As I came in, Martha was in the middle of explaining to Allie, "...how can you play beer pong without beer? So, I said, 'Why don't we just play with soft drinks?' And he said, 'What would be the fun in that? The whole point is to get tipsy and go crazy.' So, I said, 'Well, how about if we still go crazy--like maybe the losing team has to get a head start on Nude Day?' And of course, we were the losing team, so here we are. We've been naked for three days and we're not allowed to get dressed again until tomorrow."

Mercedes pulled her attention away from Dale long enough to ask Martha, "Aren't you afraid you'll get arrested, running around like that?"

"Oh, we can't get in trouble for that. Greenville doesn't have an indecent exposure law. Never has. So, this town is technically clothing optional all year round. What's special about National Nude Day is that nudity is mandatory for the day. Anyone who doesn't care to participate is expected to stay home, or leave town for the day. So, it's kind of a flip-flop from how other places celebrate Nude Day, or so I'm told."

Mercedes said, "I knew about everyone having to strip naked on Nude Day, but I didn't know that it was optional on other days, too." She said it with a little trepidation and I could tell she's still getting used to the idea of joining in on National Nude Day.

That reminded me. "I'm sorry. Where are my manners? Have you all been introduced? This is Allie's sister, Mercedes. She's living with us while her house is being remodeled." 

Cindy spoke up. "We traded names when she let us in, but I didn't know how you were related."

Allie invited the volunteers to stay for barbecue, but Martha said, "Oh, we can't stay. We still have a couple more errands to run tonight. Plus, part of our beer pong dare is that we have to eat dinner in the commons, in front of as many people as possible.

"Anyway, we're just here just to drop off a key for the padlocks we put on the two storage containers. The same key works for both locks. By the way, thanks again for having them arrange the storage containers to form a small privacy area for us to use as a break room. We even found a couple of old couches and a carpet remnant to throw back there. You are so cool, Mrs. K. You think of everything." She handed Allie a key that was attached to a stretchable coil meant to be worn on the wrist, which was thoughtful since Allie wouldn't have any pockets on Nude Day. Cindy went on, "Everything is in place, including the tables, awnings, traffic cones, et cetera. The only thing I'm worried about is we may not be able to bring enough ice with us the day of."

Allie, turned to me, "Wesley, let's remember to pick up at least four bags of ice on the way in ourselves."

I nodded. "Sure thing."

Allie, Mercedes, and I then escorted the kids out to Dale's car. One of our neighbors gawked openly at the naked college kids, while the garden hose he was holding filled his potted plant to overflowing. The two girls just smiled at him and waved as if their exposure was perfectly normal. 

Dale drove an old Ford mini pickup, so the three of them had to squeeze in across a single bench seat. Martha sat on the passenger side and Cindy sat in the middle with one bare thigh on either side of the floor shifter. With Dale's hand on the shifter being in such close proximity to Cindy's charms, I wondered if the car would be the only thing shifting into overdrive before their errands were complete.

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Our dinner guests arrived twenty minutes later. Bill and Stacy Evans were the owners of two produce stores and they also regularly ran some farmer's markets in town. That's how Allie got to know them, in her official role as the manager of special events. The Evans' brought along their son, Bill Junior, and his wife, Lucinda, who are also involved in the family business. They came bearing crudités and fresh pineapple for the grill.

"I'm sorry we missed that," commented Stacy when Allie told them of our naked visitors.

Mercedes commented, "I can certainly see why those three volunteered to help run Nude Day. They seem like natural born exhibitionists."

"Oh, I don't know about that." Allie said, "I think what you saw is nothing more than that they all three had the experience of attending last year's Nude Day. You mark my words. By lunchtime on Nude Day, you'll be just as carefree as they are about being nude in public. It's amazing how liberating it feels when you get to a certain point of acceptance." 

"We'll see," Mercedes said as she blushed slightly and wandered off. 

Later, as we all sat down to eat, Lucinda asked Mercedes, "I take it that this is your first time in Greenville for National Nude Day, then?" 

"Yeah, I don't normally visit my sister during the summer. Tell me, am I the only one here who hasn't been naked in public before?" She looked around; nobody said anything. "I guess so."

Allie then said, "I have an idea. What do you say the eight of us disrobe right now? That way, for the rest of the evening, it'll give Mercedes some time to get used to just us seeing each other before the big day."

Everyone smiled at the idea and we all looked to Mercedes to answer. "Okay, yeah. I guess."

Allie didn't hesitate. She stood up and walked over to a lounge chair. She took off her bikini top and draped it over the back of the chair. Then she wiggled out of her jeans skirt and placed it on the seat of the chair. She wore nothing underneath, so this quickly rendered her nude other than a pair of pink flip-flops. 

Allie stood in place for a moment, obviously inviting all of us to take in the sight of her fabulous body. Then, in three quick strides, she returned to the picnic table and resumed her seat on the bench. She said to me, "It's your turn, Wes."

I didn't hesitate, either. I stood and unselfconsciously removed my shirt, shorts and underwear and piled them on top of Allie's skirt. I don't consider myself a hunk, by any means, but Allie certainly likes what she sees in me. I'm of British and Eastern European descent, 5'10", with a hairy barrel chest. I have dark hair, dark eyes, a slightly crooked nose and a two inch white scar on my arm that Allie says makes me look rugged. I work on computers all day, but I'm no slouch. I make it to the gym at least twice a week, especially during the spring and summer months.

Even before I sat down, Mercedes bravely stood up and took her turn. Maybe she figured she was a co-host of this party and so it was only right that she went before our guests, or maybe she was just anxious to get her part over with. Regardless, she quickly dropped her khaki shorts and removed her spaghetti strap top to reveal a matching set of bra and panties. With only a slight pause, she locked eyes with me and reached back to unclasp the C-cup bra. As it fell away, I saw my sister's beautiful, firm breasts for the first time. They were lovely--pert with flawless skin. The quarter sized areola were dark red and puffy. Mercedes' nipples were growing hard with excitement right before my eyes as she continued to expose herself to us. 


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Next, she bent over and pulled down her panties. By the time she finished getting the panties past her sandals and then stood back up, those perfect nipples where rock hard, jutting out almost half an inch. I also saw that the removal of Mercedes' panties revealed a thick patch of dark brown pubic hair. It was trimmed just enough to accommodate an average bikini. 

Everyone else disrobed together. The two Bills were in better shape than me, undoubtedly from healthy eating and lifting crates of vegetables all day, and their wives were both pretty buff as well. Bill Sr. and Stacy were in their late forties, but they didn't look a day over thirty-five. Lucinda was just a bit younger than Allie, and just as much of a knockout, but in a Latin American way.

Seeing all of these naked women before me, and especially seeing my lovely, sexy, sister naked for the first time, I couldn't help but react. I grew hard under the table. Allie saw this and made me stand up again. "Here's a sight you are going to have to get used to, Mercedes. You have such a hot body that guys are going to be saluting you all day long. Even my husband can't help himself. Of course, he gets hard at the drop of a hat anyway. Be forewarned. This is going to be his natural state pretty much all of Nude Day." My hairy, uncircumcised cock isn't much to look at when soft, but it grows to a fair size when hard. 

Lucinda giggled, "Billy's getting hard, too."

Bill Jr. said, "Well, yeah!" He pointed to where Lucinda was obviously manipulating him under the table with her left hand. "Enough of that, my dear. I'm trying to eat, here."

Mercedes turned bright red, the hardest I've ever seen her blush. She said to Lucinda, "I'd never have the guts to do anything like that--right in front of yours, I mean."

Lucinda said, "Oh, you won't find a more liberal couple in Greenville than Bill and Stacy here. Maybe I should explain that our produce market originally started out as a coop in a hippie commune."

Stacy added, "Yeah. I was only a kid at the time, but I grew up among a bunch of skinny-dipping free-love types. We had our share of problems, but I like to think that I kept the best parts of that attitude and lifestyle going, both personally and as I took over the business. So, who am I to stop my lovely daughter from getting frisky with her husband if she wants to?" 

Mercedes coughed to clear her throat and changed the subject. "Well, um, are you and I the only women in town who have any pubic hair left? It seems like everyone else has only a small landing strip, if that." 

So, I wasn't the only one who noticed that Lucinda had a Brazilian. Add that to Allie's bare pussy and the shaved pussies of Cindy and Martha from earlier, and I could see why Mercedes might wonder at the trend.

Stacy said, sheepishly, "Actually, Mercedes, I'm having mine waxed off before Nude Day gets here, as well."

Mercedes said, "That settles it! Somebody loan me some scissors." Everyone laughed.

Allie asked, with a grin, "Right this minute?" Mercedes just shook her head no.

There was a lull in the conversation after that, and then we turned to mundane topics. While everyone remained comfortably naked, no one mentioned it any further--not until the evening died down and it was time for our guests to get dressed again so they could leave.

Stacy spoke for the Evans clan, "Thanks for a great party. We'll have to do this again sometime—including the dress code." She winked at me. I was still naked and, as if to prove Allie's earlier comment about my natural state, once again sporting a hard on. 

"Especially the dress code." That was from Bill Jr., who was receiving a goodbye hug from my still-naked wife at the time, and didn't hesitate to give her fine ass a quick squeeze before heading out the door.

For the rest of the night Allie, Mercedes and I remained naked as we went about our normal routines: doing dishes while watching the news, checking e-mail, brushing our teeth, and so on. It didn't take very long for Mercedes to get used to being naked in front of us, as I knew it wouldn't. When it was time for bed, Mercedes even gave us both a naked hug, and thanked us again for putting her up.

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The next day, I was alone in the kitchen eating breakfast with plans to head out to the hardware store, when I looked up to see Mercedes enter. Not only was she was still naked from the night before, but she had followed through on finding those scissors. She had shaved her pubic hair off completely. 

Mercedes pretended like she didn't see me at first. She stood just inside the entrance to the kitchen with her feet apart, yawning and stretching, allowing me to clearly see all of her fabulous body. She gave me more than enough time to study how the rounded halves of her pussy were separated by a quarter-inch gap that revealed a little of the pinkness of her inner labia. Just when I thought this girl couldn't look any hotter, she went and did that. 

Mercedes eventually pretended to notice me gazing at her. She froze in place with her arms still stretched out away from her body--acting like the proverbial deer in the headlights. "Oh. Hi, Wesley. I didn't see you there. Did you sleep well?" She gave me her most innocent smile.

"Yes, and I'm wide awake now, but don't give me any of your crap. You knew damn well I was here all along, you little tease. Not that I'm complaining, mind you."

Just then, Allie walked up behind Mercedes and goosed her, nudging Mercedes two steps closer to me and allowing Allie to enter the room. Allie was just as naked as her sister. Allie told me, "This is just a test run. There's time for the hair to grow back before the fourteenth, but I'm guessing Mercedes will learn to love keeping it bare."

"I hope so," I smiled. Then, I said, "Say, would either of you ladies care to accompany me to the hardware store? I recommend that you come as you are. You can give those old geezers behind the counter a thrill."

Mercedes looked a little shocked, but didn't say anything as she tried to figure out if I was being serious. Allie said, "Temping as that sounds, we're just going to hang out around the house, today."

"Suit yourself."

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Chapter 4: Nude Day Parade

"Hurry up and put your shoes on, guys! We need to get going." Allie's voice drifted down from the top of the stairs, where she had just finished showering. I had already put on sandals before refilling my coffee. I was otherwise naked, if you don't count the thick layer of sunscreen that I put on after my shower. 

"Yes, dear!" I continued to read my newsfeed. Allie then walked swiftly past me carrying a pair of white, cotton socks. When she got to the kitchen door where we tend to leave our shoes, she stood with her back to me and one hand on the doorframe. While she lifted one foot after the other to put on the ankle-length socks, I marveled for the hundredth time how Allie's tits were large enough that the sides of them were visible from the back. I further watched as Allie turned around to slip her feet into her favorite white tennis shoes. She reached down, bending only at the waist, to tie the laces. In this position, those puppies swayed before her. Most women think guys only like tits that are firm and solid, but I think it's much better when gravity does interesting things to them in different positions. 

"You're doing that on purpose to tease me. Aren't you? You want to see me walking around today with a hard on, is that it?" I walked up beside her. 

"You know I am, Darling." She stood up to face me and gave my dick a yank. "Well, this could certainly be harder," she observed.

"So could these," I said, grabbing a tit in each hand and fingering her nipples. I realized that we were standing next to the refrigerator. So, I reached into the freezer for an ice cube, which I then rubbed on Allie's nipples, one after the other. 

Just then, Mercedes walked into the kitchen. She wore a pair of black sandals, and nothing else except her prescription sunglasses and a green tote bag slung over her shoulder. Once again I marveled at her perfect nineteen year-old body. As Allie predicted, Mercedes was again fully shaved. 

"Alright, let's go," I said, tossing the partially melted ice cube into the sink. Mercedes saw that Allie's nipples were wet and gave us a funny look, but didn't say anything. 

I wore a lanyard around my neck with just two keys on it. I used one to lock up the house and the other to open my car for the ladies. Being good citizens, we were careful to abide by the strict "undress code" for the day, so we left the house in only our footwear. We brought nothing that could be used to cover up in any way.

When we got to the parade grounds, Allie directed me to the parking spot that had been reserved for her, so that I would know where to park when Mercedes and I came back with the ice. Allie got out carrying only a clipboard that held her paperwork. Her ID badge was taped to the back. I watched my wife nonchalantly walk away from our car in nothing but a pair of tennis shoes, and I marveled for the millionth time at how lucky I am to be married to her, and to be in a place and time where things like this could happen. 

Mercedes hopped into the front seat with me, and off we went in search of a liquor store. We found one four blocks away. Mercedes subconsciously hunched her shoulders and crossed her arms in front of her chest as we walked around the store, even though the clerk and the other customers were all naked, as well. The clerk gave me a conspiratorial smile as he realized that my friend was a Nude Day newbie. 

During the drive back to the parade grounds, I asked Mercedes if she realized that she was doing it, and she suddenly got embarrassed. It's funny. She wasn't embarrassed about being naked itself, just about being an obvious newcomer. After we parked, I said, "Here, take these." I gave Mercedes two of the bags of ice to carry and I told her to be sure to hold them at her sides. This momentarily cured her of her modesty, and by the time we reached the part of the staging area where the ice chests were stashed, Mercedes and I must have been seen by 300 people at least. After that, Mercedes wasn't shy at all about letting others see her chest, or any other part of her body. "Allie was right," she confided. "This feels terrific. It's so liberating to walk around without any clothes on. I was worried at first, but seeing that absolutely everyone else around here is also naked is very reassuring."

The ice chests were located in the makeshift volunteer lounge that Cindy mentioned when her gang stopped by our house to give Allie that key. Two old railroad shipping containers had been placed at an angle against two windowless walls to form a private alcove. That's where those couches and the carpet remnant ended up. Cindy and Dale were both there when we arrived, and Mercedes was welcomed by a wolf whistle from Dale.

"Down, boy!" said Cindy.

I asked Dale if he had any interesting stories to share from when they lost that bet and had to spend a long weekend naked. Without going into any details, he admitted to making love to Cindy in his car a couple of times. "Oh, man, just telling you about that is making me hard again," Dale said, looking down.

"Don't worry, sugar," Cindy replied. "I'll take care you again soon enough." She winked and gazed over towards one of the couches. Then, turning towards me, she said, "When your wife told us to set up this lounge, she made sure we all understood that what happens here, stays here. By the way, you do know that all of us volunteers are 18 or older, right? Mrs. K was a stickler for that. She also told us to make sure we have a wing man standing guard when anything is going on, just in case. Of course, none of that's on record. We wouldn't want Mrs. K to get in any trouble, now."

"We love your wife, sir." Dale added. "She thinks of everything."

I whistled. "I do, too. And yes, she certainly does. Doesn't she?"

I looked over at Mercedes and I'm not sure she could believe what she was hearing. "Don't tell Allie you know about this, okay?"

Mercedes just shook her head, obviously indicating that she had no intention of saying anything to anyone.

Mercedes and I each snagged a water bottle and headed off in search of Allie. Allie wasn't hard to find, being all business behind a big bullhorn. I just love it when Allie is naked and in charge. Mercedes, all proud of her sister, pulled out a camera from her tote bag and took some pictures. 

Things were really hopping by then. I tried to give Allie a kiss but she just shooed me away, so Mercedes and I headed out of the staging area to find our seats in the bandstands. 

Along the way, we passed a couple of the decorated floats being staged. One was made to look like the Garden of Eden, and we watched as an Adam and an Eve each received last-minute touch-ups to their painted-on fig leaves. 

I was particularly drawn to another float that was made to look like a nineteenth century theater stage with gas footlights and such. Six stunning women with long, flowing hair were lining up. They each wore nothing but high heels, a tiara, and a narrow sash. Four of them had dark hair and the other two were blondes. When we got close enough to read the sashes, I realized that they were the winners and runners-up from the last Miss Greenville Pageant and the last Miss Teen Greenville Pageant. 

I whistled as I passed the six beauty queens, marveling at their perfect bodies with their perfect breasts, washboard stomachs, long legs and tight buns. Mercedes was marveling at how her sister managed to talk them into being in a Nude Day parade. "I thought that beauty pageant owners were usually pretty uptight about what their 'ambassadors' were allowed to do."

"From what Allie told me, the pageant owners had no choice in the matter. They're contractually obligated to participate in any city-run event that wants them, and the city ordinance requiring full nudity on Nude Day trumps the pageants' policies to the contrary."

Finally, we approached a couple of antique convertible cars that were lined up and ready to lead the procession. Mayor Fischer was holding a door open for his bombshell of a wife, Lisa Fischer. At first glance, you might call Mrs. Fischer a trophy wife. She looks like she's 20 years younger than the mayor, but I happen to know that they are only 7 years apart. They met in college. She was a freshman and he was in grad school. She just takes really good care of herself. 

Mrs. Fischer was a petite 5'2" with bright green eyes and shoulder-length dirty blond hair. Flawless, firm breasts rode high on her chest. If Mrs. Fischer had competed in her day, she would have easily given those Miss Greenville beauty queens a run for their money. 

"Hello, Mr. Mayor," I waved from about 10 yards away. "Great day for a parade, isn't it?"

The mayor turned and recognized me. He held out his hand to shake mine but his wife quickly jumped out of the car pushing past her husband to give me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Oh, Wesley!" she exclaimed. Your wife has really outdone herself. This parade is going to be awesome. We're going to have so much fun today."

She held on to me for a bit longer than I would have expected--not that I was expecting any hug at all--pressing her body solidly against mine. I was keenly aware of her hard nipples mashed against my abs. I could also feel her neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair rubbing against my leg, and my cock started to rise. When we finally parted, Lisa looked down and saw the effect that she had on me and smiled.

Allie taught me never to be ashamed of sporting an erection, especially on Nude Day. So, I just acknowledged it by saying, "As you can see, you've already made my day." 

"That's sweet of you to say, but this was nothing. Wait until you get your wife home tonight after the success of a job well done. Combine that with the visual stimulation of hundreds of marching penises, and I know she'll be insatiable. That, my friend, is what's going to make your day." 

"If we even make it home..." I agreed. 

It was then that I realized Mercedes had her camera out and caught the whole incident in two-point-four megapixel glory. Well, it certainly wouldn't be the last snapshot of me and my erection that day. 

I introduced Mercedes to the Fischers and then I took the camera and made Mercedes pose standing between them. With a wink, the major said to me in a low voice, "Make sure I get a copy of that." Then, speaking louder, he addressed his wife. "Come along, dear. They can't start the parade without the mayor, you know." 

###

Mercedes and I found our designated seats. Some bleachers had been erected at the start of the parade route, which was right across from City Hall, and Allie had slipped us into the VIP section. We drank our water and waited for the show to start. 

Next to the VIP section, a video crew from the state college arts department was ready to record the parade for posterity. I pointed them out to Mercedes. "The plan is to broadcast the parade a few times during August, plus they'll use the footage for some kind of a documentary they are producing."

"Somebody's going to have a huge job blocking out all of the naughty bits."

"Oh, no. No blocking out. They'll be broadcasting the parade exactly as they film it. It'll be on the local cable access channel—just for the residents of Greenville."

Mercedes whistled.

We watched as two reporters took their seats behind a desk and began to describe for the viewers what was about to take place. Nameplates identified them as Roger White and Anna Simmons. Seated as they were, their genitals were hidden from view, but Ms. Simmons was not the least bit nervous about her bare breasts being exposed to the camera. They even jiggled quite a bit as she talked animatedly. 

The reporters suddenly stopped talking, touched their earpieces, and then looked up towards the start of the parade route. Sure enough, there came two young girls wearing white gloves, white cowboy boots, and nothing else, holding a banner between them that read "Grand Marshal." Immediately behind them, three guys with trumpets blew a fanfare. They wore brown sandals and short, brown capes that left their asses exposed. It struck me as funny that the usual phallic symbolism of trumpets leading a grand entrance was rather redundant here.

A red antique convertible came next. The male driver wore nothing but a chauffer's hat. The silver-haired couple in the back was obviously in their 60's, but still looked pretty fit. A placard on the door named them as Grand Marshals Gene and Betty Harker. 

"Who are they?" asked Mercedes.

"The Harkers were the ones who introduced National Nude Day to Greenville. It took them eight years to first get it on the city calendar. When their campaign finally worked, the Mayor at the time hired Betty to run the event. Allie only just took over last year." Watching the Harkers drive past, it was great to see them getting the credit they deserved, garnering a few cheers from people in the know as they politely waved to the crowd.

Next, two more cowboy-booted girls held up a banner that proclaimed, "The Mayor of Greenville," and then there was the white antique convertible carrying Mr. and Mrs. Fischer. The mayor sat sedately, waving one hand at the crowd, but Mrs. Fischer could hardly contain herself. She leaned way out of her side of the car, waving enthusiastically to anyone she knew and shouting out their names.

The float with the six beauty queens came next, and it was a real crowd pleaser, as you might expect. In stark contrast to the mayor's wife's exuberance, the beauty queens stood perfectly still, only turning their heads a little and doing that little wrist-only wave like the Queen of England.




Naked and In Charge



I won't bore you with a description of the entire parade, which took about an hour to go by, but one of the highlights for me was watching some varsity high school cheerleaders strut their stuff in front of their marching band. Along with their white tennis shoes and white hair ribbons, they were allowed to wear clear plastic miniskirts trimmed in white faux fur. Somehow, that made them look even more exposed than if they weren't wearing anything.

A float with white, fluted columns resembling some ancient ruins in Athens carried ten students from the state college. There were five guys representing the five fraternities, and five girls representing the five sororities. Their bodies were painted from head to toe to look like marble statues, and they stood frozen in place on short pedestals. 

Some drama students ran around on foot, pausing in the street to perform short scenes from the Lion King. They wore sandals on their feet and grease paint on their faces, which were done up to resemble different animals. The actors did a good job of projecting their voices without the help of microphones and they were surprisingly entertaining. 

Pulling up the rear was a troupe of jugglers and clowns. One clown pushed a cart containing a couple of old fashioned steel garbage pails, and three more clowns ran around making exaggerated motions with push brooms like they were cleaning up after the parade.

Some spectators crowded in after them to follow along, but they were polite about it. It didn't take much effort of the police escorts, who were on bicycles, to keep them at bay. The spectators just wanted to prolong the fun, to dance in the streets and be seen by the other spectators.

###

As the crowd thinned out, I stood up and looked around, trying to decide where we should go to look for my wife. After a minute or so, I decided that Mercedes and I should just stay put and let Allie find us. 

Mercedes spotted her first. Allie was walking towards the camera crew, undoubtedly to see if they had gotten everything they needed. The next thing I knew, the two reporters were getting out from behind the desk and bringing their microphones with them. They positioned Allie with City Hall in the background and stood on either side of her. They obviously wanted to interview her on camera, and I can only imagine how nervous Allie was about that. I mean, it's one thing to be featured in a still shot on a poster that you, yourself, planned out, but it's another thing altogether to be spontaneously captured on video.

As Mercedes and I made our way over there, we saw a helper relieve Allie of her clipboard, radio, and bull horn. Then, a make-up artist came up to give Allie a quick treatment. She ran a brush though Allie's hair put some powder on Allie's forehead, shoulders, and chest, and applied a touch of rouge to her cheeks. Unabashedly, the make-up girl then aimed the rouge brush at Allie's light pink nipples. Embarrassed, Allie started to push her away, but Simmons, the woman reporter, held Allie's hands back and convinced her that the make-up artist knew what she was doing.

The make-up artist then turned her attention to the two reporters, adding some powder to White's forehead, and to Simmons' softball-sized tits. While the attention was off Allie, she took the moment to take a deep breath and put on her game face. "That's my girl." I said aloud to myself. Mercedes smiled at that from behind her camera. She took a dozen pictures of Allie as she was being prepared for the interview and another dozen once it got going.

Before the video cameras started rolling, the director, a tall black man in his 50's, had Allie and the two reporters stand closer together. They were so close that they were almost touching shoulders. "I know it feels strange to stand so close, but believe me the video will make you look farther apart. Now, Ms. Kingston, feel free to talk with your hands, but try not to cross your arms when at rest. When you want to relax your hands, just hold them against your thighs, with your fingers curled in slightly." Allie put her hands down like he described.

"Exactly," he approved. "And, finally, if you happen to bump your hand, or any other part of your body, against any parts of Roger's or Anna's bodies, just ignore it. Don't react. Don't apologize. Got it?"

"You mean like this?" Allie moved her right arm slightly and, using the back of her hand, touched it against Roger's long, thin penis. At the same time, she bumped the back of her left hand against Anna's blond public mound. Quickly, she put her hands back into the resting position against her thighs and acted like nothing had happened.

The director nodded and smiled, "And we're rolling..." 

"We're here with Allison Kingston, Director of Special Events for Greenville Township and the woman responsible for National Nude Day, including the fabulous parade you just witnessed."

"Please, call me Allie. And don't make it sound like I pulled everything off single-handedly. I had lots of help. The mayor has three assistants, who helped me directly, plus there were over 50 volunteers--and I'm only talking about this years' celebration. This is the sixth annual official recognition of National Nude Day in Greenville, and it's most definitely the culmination of heroic efforts on the part of many people throughout the years."

"You mean people like Gene and Betty Harker, who were the Grand Marshals leading the parade?"

"Yes, especially them. We wouldn't have a Nude Day celebration if it wasn't for them."

"But, how did you become involved in all of this? What was your first experience with public nudity?"

"I had the good fortune to spend a summer in France visiting with my grandmother before she passed away. I was 17 at the time. I stayed with a cousin who took me under her wing, and she introduced me to the nude beaches they have there. That's where I met my first real boyfriend."

"Let me guess, that's where you lost your virginity?"

"Now we're getting a little personal, aren't we? Let's just say that, even though the relationship only lasted a few weeks before I had to return home to the States, it was the best few weeks of my life, up until then.... And then I went to college and met the man who would become my husband. He grew up here in Greenville, so we made this our home. I remember that we moved here during a Fourth of July weekend, so Nude Day, ten days later, was the first thing I participated in after settling in."

"What an introduction to your new home that must have been."

"I was elated. I felt like I was back in France, having the time of my life all over again. The next day, I went to town hall and asked what I could do help plan for the next year. They told me a new position was opening up for managing special events. I applied on the spot and was hired three weeks later. And the rest is history."

"A history that has shown that the Nude Day celebration keeps getting bigger and better every year."

"Indeed, it does. For example, almost six hundred people marched in the parade today, whereas last year it was about two-fifty, and the year before that, which was the first time we had a parade, it was about a hundred."

The two reporters continued to trade off asking Allie questions about the parade and her role in it, and Allie held up admirably. Roger asked a lot of factual and practical questions like, "Who built the various floats and how long did it take?" "Do you have an estimate of the crowd size?" and "Is the fact that it's already eighty-four degrees out here at ten A.M. a problem for anybody?"

Anna asked more subjective questions like, "Was it your idea to put the mayor in the parade and how hard was it to talk him into doing it?"

Allie gave confident, precise answers that were easy to understand, and she even cracked a few jokes. She painted a nice mental picture of the history of the event. She coolly answered all of the most common concerns and objections that come up. She even gave a hint as to what the future might hold in store. She was doing so well, in fact, that they kept it up for a very long time. Finally, the interview wound down and the director and two reporters thanked her profusely. "That's the best interview I've ever been involved with," said Ms. Simmons.

The director, who taught video production at the state college, finally introduced himself by name as John Ackers. "You were very professional up there, young lady, especially considering your state of undress. You appeared to be even less nervous than Anna here, and she regularly poses nude for the art classes on campus. If Mayor Fischer ever steps down, you should run for mayor yourself. You'd be a shoe in." 

Somebody pulled the director away before Allie could even accept the compliment. She was given her bullhorn, radio, and clipboard back. Then, in no time flat, the crew had packed up their van and was pulling away. I heard somebody say they were headed back to campus to get footage of the nude Olympics being sponsored by a footwear company. I made a mental note to watch that footage as soon as I could. 

###

By then, that part of the parade route had pretty much emptied out. Allie, Mercedes, and I were alone on our side of the street. Watching Allie's interview was such a turn on for me that I had evil thoughts of doing my wife right there in the open, in front of City Hall where she worked, and in front of her sister.

I settled for giving Allie a big hug, and she kissed me hard. Then, suddenly, she went limp in my arms, as if all the energy had been drained out of her. I picked her up and carried her to the rented table that the reporters had used for a desk, and I laid her down on her stomach. I stood at the head of the table and massaged Allie's neck and shoulders. Mercedes joined in and massaged her sister's back.

"You were great, Allie. That interview was fantastic," I told her.

"Oh, you like the idea of your wife being filmed in the nude for the whole world to see, huh? With her big tits hanging out? And her shaved pussy?"

"Yes, I do. Allie, I've never been more proud of you than I am right now."

We kept massaging her, but it wasn't working. "Man, Allie. I've never seen you this tense. Your neck muscles are really tight. I guess that must have been the hardest thing you've ever had to face, huh?" My admiration for my wife just went up another notch.

After a few minutes, we finally started to get Allie loosened up. Then, a call came across the walkie-talkie that demanded her attention. Allie sat up and took the call.

"Sorry, babe," she said to me. "Thanks for rub down, but I have to run. It looks like we have problems down at the end of the route."

Allie called for someone to pick her up, and few minutes later a volunteer in an electric cart pulled up. There was only room for one passenger, so Allie said to us, "I'll be done in about an hour. Um, how about we meet back here in my office?" She pointed across the street to City Hall. As the cart pulled away, I watched my wife get back on the walkie-talkie and give out more directions.

###

Chapter 5: Parade Cleanup

The sun was almost overhead by then and the temperature must have been in the mid 90's already. Mercedes and I were out of water, so we decided to head back to the volunteer lounge and grab another two bottles. 

A couple of volunteers were busy cleaning up, filling trash bags and breaking down empty boxes. A tall, skinny boy with red hair was milling about by the storage bins. I didn't recognize him, but he recognized me. "Hi, Mr. Kingston. Can I help you with anything?" He spoke rather loudly, and I thought it was odd.

"Hi, umm... I'm sorry; I don't know your name."

"It's Joe."

"We were just hoping to see if there were any extra water bottles left, Joe."

"Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm pretty sure we're all out." Again, he spoke louder than necessary.

"Oh, I get it." I said. "You're the wing man on lookout. We'd be interrupting something if we went back there. Don't worry. We're cool." I took Mercedes' hand and started to lead her away.

Just then, Cindy emerged from the lounge. She was panting and her thighs were slightly wet. Her pussy was clean-shaven, so it was obvious that she was freshly fucked. Her clit and inner labia were easily visible, and they were quite red.

She handed Mercedes and me each a water bottle. "Here you go, Mr. K." Then, she indicated the lounge and said, "You can come on back and sit down if you like." She thanked Joe for being the lookout and dismissed him saying, "Now we're even." I wondered what Cindy might have done in the past for Joe to owe her one.

We followed Cindy in and I was mildly surprised to find not just Dale waiting for her, but another couple as well. Cindy introduced the other couple as Judy and Charlie. They were seated on the larger of the two couches, and Dale was alone on the slightly smaller one.

Cindy had Charlie scoot over to make room for Mercedes on his couch, while she bade me to sit on the short couch with Dale and then she squeezed between us. 

Dale handed Cindy a paper towel and she used it to wipe the juices from her pussy and thighs. I saw crumpled up paper towels near the other couple, too. "It looks like everyone was having a good time just now. I'm sorry I missed it." The guys didn't say anything, but the girls smiled and nodded.

Since Cindy was being so bold, I watched her intently as she wiped herself clean. "I think you missed a spot," I said.

"Where?" She opened her legs wide and crunched forward to look at herself. 

I started to point out a spot, and then acted confused for a second and my finger wavered around. "Never mind, you got it all."

"Ugh, you got me." She pulled her legs back together.

"Why doesn't your girlfriend do something about that?" asked Judy, pointing at my erection. (Did I mention I got another erection at the sight of Cindy's inflamed pussy?)

Mercedes said, "I'm not his girlfriend, I'm his wife's sister."

"And my wife is at the other end of the parade route right now." I explained. "She's going to be busy for at least another hour."

"Ouch," said Charlie. "That's a long time to wait."

"Yeah, a long time," agreed Judy.

"I could take care of that for you now, if you like." This was Cindy offering. She held her hand, palm down, floating above my cock by a few inches, and then tilted her head to look up at me, smiling. I thought the offer might have been only in jest, but I wasn't so sure.

Suddenly, Judy stood up saying, "Come on girls. This guy needs an emergency cumectomy." She pulled her boyfriend up and pushed him towards the entrance along with Dale. "Shoo boys. You've had your turn. Give the man some privacy. Go be our wingmen and talk about sports or something."

A minute later, I found myself being accosted by Judy on one side and Cindy on the other—two naked college girls that I barely knew. I tried to stop them. "You can't. My wife..." 

Cindy made me shut up by placing her hand over my mouth. "You wife will thank us for doing her a favor. Now scoot to the center to give Judy some room, and relax."

Judy asked Mercedes, "How about you, sister? Are you going to help or what?"

Mercedes could not believe what she was witnessing, but neither could she tear herself away. "I'll just watch," she decided with a grin. She even started to reach for the camera in her tote bag, but stopped with her hand only halfway there. I didn't know if I was more relieved or disappointed that the camera didn't come out.

Leaving my cock alone at first, four delicate hands explored my body. Cindy and Judy ran their fingers through my hair, and they rubbed my legs and all of my parts in between. My hands were pinned under their asses, preventing me from being an active participant, which was fine by me. It was bad enough that I didn't fight them off harder.

Eventually, Cindy made her move. She ran her fingernails through my pubic hair then grabbed my balls and manipulated them.

"Oh, yes! That feels good."

"It sure does!" said Cindy.

Judy encircled the base of my cock with just her thumb and index finger and started sliding them up and down. She'd go about halfway up and then stop and go back down, not even getting close to the head.

After a minute of this, Cindy went in for the kill. She slid off the couch onto her knees and licked me with her tongue. She used only the tip of her tongue at first, making fleeting contact with different parts of the helmet and the shaft. With each move, more and more of her tongue came into play, and it wasn't long before my head was fully engulfed in her luscious mouth.

Meanwhile, Judy has shifted around on the couch and was now feeding me one of her tits. She took my right hand, which had been freed when Cindy moved, and placed it over her pussy. I couldn't help myself and explored Judy's charms with my fingertips.

Cindy kept taking more and more of my cock into her mouth and was almost down to the base. I had been ready to explode from the moment she encircled me with her lips, but I held it back as long as I could. I warned Cindy when I couldn't hold it back any longer, and she released my cock from her mouth, switching back to using her hand. I let go and squirted several times. Most of it arced back into the air to land on my stomach or groin. 

"Oh, my god!" exclaimed Mercedes. 

"I'm all done," declared Cindy.

"I'm not," said Judy. She was just starting to get herself off with my fingers manipulating her cunt.

Cindy looked at what I was doing then said to me, "You're not doing that right. Here, let me..." She pushed me away and took my place. I watched for a second, but I couldn't tell how she was fingering Judy any differently than I was. 

Mercedes handed me a paper towel and I used it to wipe myself clean. "You need one, too." I pointed to where some of my jizz had landed on her left thigh.

That was when Mercedes totally blew my mind. Instead of using a paper towel, she scooped up my jizz with her finger and then sucked it into her mouth. She made a face like it was the best thing she had ever tasted. I was dumbfounded.

With a big grin, Mercedes said, "We should go."

Cindy was still working on making Judy come, and I would have liked to keep watching, but I realized I was being selfish. So, I went out and rounded up the boyfriends and sent them back in. Mercedes and I took over the wingman duty until we heard Judy explode. She's not the loudest screamer I've ever heard, but it was up there.

We popped our heads back in to say goodbye, but Judy said, "Wait! How long has it been since you reapplied sunscreen?" She reached into one of the bins and pulled out a bottle of Banana Boat. 

"Oh, good idea. Thanks."

I expected her to toss us the bottle, but instead she signaled for us to come join her on the rug. She started applying sunscreen to my chest. Cindy jumped up and said, "I'll get his back." 

Mercedes smiled looking at Dale and Charlie, "Who's going to do me?" The boyfriends started to fight over who got to work on Mercedes' front, but she settled the matter by turning sideways. "Charlie can do my left side, front and back, and Dale can do my right."

Judy added, "And guys, be sure to apply plenty of overlap in the middle. Don't take any chances."

Mercedes giggled as Charlie and Dale did a thorough job of covering her skin from head to toe, paying extra attention to her tits, ass, and pelvic region. When Dale got so bold as to try and insert a finger in her pussy, she gently pushed him away. "That's enough of that. Down, boys. Keep moving down, boys."

Judy took her own advice on me and made sure my stiffening cock was well covered, even though Cindy already took care of it. Soon, I sported a solid erection again. 

"Oh, man! Are we going to have to do another cumectomy?"




Naked and In Charge



"No, no. I'm fine, really. This happens all the time."

Mercedes laughed, "Wow! Allie said that would happen, but I didn't believe her."

"Uh, speaking of my wife, we're going to be late meeting up with her."

"Off you go, then," Judy said, giving me a hard slap on my ass and watching my dick bounce as a result.

I ignored it. "Come on, Mercedes. We should get a move on. Thank the nice boys."

She kissed them on their cheeks and grabbed her tote bag. As we left the lounge area, I heard Judy say, "Who's next?"

###

The electric cart that took my wife away earlier was parked in front of City Hall. As Mercedes and I approached we could see Martha sitting in the driver's seat. When she saw us, she waved and then drove the cart over to meet us halfway. 

Martha's smile broadened when she saw I was hard. "Hi, Mr. K. Mrs. K. sent me to get you and Mercedes."

"Where are we going?"

"To the end of the parade route. One of the floats broke down and a rider twisted his ankle. It's nothing serious, but Mrs. K. didn't want to leave until everyone else left the scene, so she sent me to meet you. It'll probably all be cleaned up by the time we get back." 

The electric cart only had one passenger seat. When Mercedes realized that she would have to sit on my lap, she said, "Oh, my God. No way!"

I assured her it was okay. "I hope you're not afraid that I'll try to jam my penis into you."

"Actually, I'm afraid that I'll try to jam it in me. I'm so horny right now, you have no idea." I didn't think she was joking, but even as she said it, Mercedes carefully seated herself in my lap and told Martha to start the cart moving. 

Martha didn't help matters any, saying, "You should go for it, Mercedes. It'd be a shame to let a good woody go to waste."

At first, Mercedes tried to sit to the side so that she was centered over my right leg, and so that my cock was pinned under her left butt cheek, but she slid around with every little steering adjustment Martha made. It also didn't help that the cart had very poor suspension, causing us to bounce off the seat with every little bump in the road. My cock would then slap against her mons every time we landed back in the seat.

Mercedes tried using her hand to keep my cock away from her pussy, but it only made her hotter to feel the extra pressure of her hand down there. Her newly denuded flesh was probably extra sensitive, too.

We were less than halfway down the parade route when Mercedes exclaimed, "Oh, fuck it!" She started fingering herself and grinding her ass deeper into my lap. It was all I could do to keep her from falling out of the cart. I told Martha to pull over. She found a deserted alleyway and stopped in the darkest shadow she could find. 

Mercedes was in full concentration mode. She was breathing hard, but otherwise being very quiet. Since I no longer had to struggle to keep Mercedes in place, I decided that I may as well help her out. Mercedes had her boobs crushed under her own arms as she reached down between her legs to masturbate. So, the first thing I did was to push on either side of Mercedes' boobs and squeeze them together. This caused them to be trapped between Mercedes' arms instead of under them, which exposed her nipples to the open air. I then reached around to pinch them and rub them. They were already somewhat hard, but I made them harder. I then began to roam. Using just a light touch with my fingertips, I caressed the girl everywhere that I could reach--along her arms, from her hips to her inner thighs, across her belly, and on up to her neck and throat.

Twice, I suddenly stopped what I was doing and jumped back to attend to her nipples, making sure they stayed hard. Whenever I did that, Mercedes stiffened up and shivered. She leaned her head way back to rest on my left shoulder, and pressed her feet hard against the floorboard of the cart. It was as if I was playing a human cello. 

Mercedes turned her head and whispered in my ear. "Put it in me, Wesley. I need you in me." 

"Are you sure?"

Mercedes leaned forward and reached between our legs to grab my cock. She held it pointing straight up as she lifted herself up and then slowly lowered to take me into her tight pussy. The warm, slick pressure felt every bit as a wonderful as I imagined it would be.

"Uh, I guess you're sure."

Mercedes shifted around to regain her balance, and then began to gyrate her hips randomly, side-to-side and up-and-down. A few seconds was all it took to send Mercedes over the edge. She stopped her gyrations and orgasmed, letting out a sigh of pure ecstasy. Her wetness flowed into my lap.

I didn't cum myself, but that was okay. This was all about Mercedes, not me. Beside, I rationalized, if Allie ever finds out about this I can at least say that I was a good boy and held back. Just maybe that will be enough to keep her from killing me.

Mercedes relaxed the tension in her muscles, and slumped. "Oh, god. I needed that!" Once again, I held her tight around her midsection to keep her from falling out of the cart. After a few seconds, Mercedes pulled some napkins out of her tote bag and we used them to clean her cum off her, the seat and me. We tossed the soaked napkins in a nearby dumpster, and no one was any the wiser as Martha drove the cart out of the alley and we resumed our course to the end of the parade route.

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Chapter 6: Old Town

Allie was waiting for us alone. She sat on the last set of bleachers that had been set up for the parade and she was busy applying a fresh coat of sunscreen to protect her fair skin. I missed seeing Allie rub it in to her naughty bits, as she was already down to her shins. She lifted one tennis-shoe clad foot up onto the seat next to her as she worked to make sure her leg was fully coated, and then the other. She didn't care that this exposed the inside of her pussy lips to anyone who looked.

Allie smiled when she saw us pull up. "You're just in time to do my back, and then I'll do yours."

"I'm covered, actually," I said as Allie squirted a liberal amount of lotion into my hands and then rose to stand before me. I dabbed it onto various parts of her back and then started to rub it all in.

"You are?" she asked.

"Yeah, Mercedes and I got into your stash in that little lounge area you set up."

Allie turned to Martha and held up the bottle of sunscreen. "How about you, Martha, do you need a fresh coat?"

"Sure. Thanks." 

Allie squirted lotion into Martha's hands and I watched over Allie's shoulders as Martha went straight to rubbing it into to her young chest. 

Mercedes said, "I'll do your back," and she held out her hands to receive another squirt of the lotion from Allie.

It felt wonderful to be rubbing my hands over the skin of my wife's naked back while standing out in the open, under the sun, and watching Mercedes do the same for Martha. Martha thanked Mercedes when she was done. Then, she turned to Allie. "If that's all, Mrs. K., I'll take the cart back to City Hall. My friends are probably waiting for me by now."

"Sure, but do me one last favor?" Allie gave Martha her walkie-talkie, bullhorn, and clipboard. "Give these to the security guard when you turn in the cart, and tell him I'll come around tomorrow to collect them."

"Will do," said Martha. 

When Martha drove off, Allie yanked on my arm and said, "Come here, you!" She, stood up on her tip-toes, and kissed me hard. I held her close and could feel some of the tension drain away.

"That was a job well done, lady." I told her when she finally broke away from my embrace.

"Yeah, Allie," Mercedes agreed. "That parade was something else. I've never seen anything like it before."

Allie took a bow and then made an exaggerated motion of wiping her brow, saying, "Whew. I'm so glad that's over with. Let's go have some fun. You guys ready for lunch?"

"Sure. Where to?" I looked up to get my bearings and realized we were at the east edge of the Old Town district, where we'd have our pick of restaurants. Allie led the way, walking between Mercedes and me with her arms on our waists.

The Old Town district was recently renovated, and I was anxious to see what the business leaders had planned for their first Nude Day after the reopening. I wasn't disappointed. The first thing we noticed was the sounds of street musicians playing. As we approached we could also see artists with colored chalk were drawing murals on the sidewalks. Other artists were drawing people's portraits, both serious and caricatures. Normally, these kinds of things would be close-ups on faces, but today I saw plenty of busts and full length nudes being drawn.

We passed a bookstore that had scheduled several book signings throughout the day. At the moment, a master photographer was autographing his how-to book on shooting nudes. He had some equipment set up in an alcove next to him and every once in a while he'd invite a customer with a question to come up and he'd demonstrate the answer--using the customer's girlfriend or boyfriend as the model. 

Speaking of photography, around every tenth person we passed had a digital camera, video camera, or cell phone out and was busy taking pictures of their friends and the various goings on. Allie, Mercedes, and I were undoubtedly caught in the background of hundreds of photos by day's end. And with today's hi-res cameras, I wouldn't be surprised if you could zoom in enough to make out every freckle. 

Nobody around us shied away at being filmed. Nobody at all. It was Greenville's sixth annual National Nude Day and absolutely everyone in was used to it by then. I guess, anyone who didn't care to have their picture taken just didn't join in at all.

We passed up a crowded Mexican restaurant where the wait was over an hour, undoubtedly because the waitresses looked so sexy wearing nothing but flowers in their hair, and some garter bands around their thighs (to hold the dinner checks and writing implements). A couple of Italian restaurants we spotted were just as bad, but then we came across a German beer garden that had been set up for the day with immediate "seating" at the two dozen small stand-up tables. (No worries about making sure you have a towel to sit on.)

As we consumed our bratwursts and stout, Allie filled me in on the problem with the parade float, but Mercedes didn't pay attention. She preferred to flirt with every young stud that passed our table. One of them, who introduced himself as Hank, said he recognized her from the juice bar. Hank cultivated a bohemian style with short, black hair, a goatee, and round rimmed glasses. 

"I'm sorry, but I don't recognize you without your clothes on," Mercedes admitted. Apparently, she liked what she saw with his clothes off, because she invited him to join us.

"Actually, I need to head back to work. My boss gave us all a 3-hour lunch to enjoy being out in the sun, but I took mine early so I could catch the parade, and now I need to get back."

Allie asked him, "So what did you think of the parade?"

"It was spectacular. When I tell my coworkers what they missed, they're going to be jealous." Hank suddenly realized who he was talking to. "Hey, you're the lady in the poster!" He said that a little loudly and it caused everyone around us to stare. I saw several people point at Allie and whisper to their friends.

Mercedes said, "Yep. That's my sister, Allie. She works at City Hall and the parade was all her doing."

"Well, you did a fantastic job. Thanks."

"You're welcome," said Allie.

Mercedes asked Hank, "You wouldn't happen to be going past the juice bar, would you?"

"Why do you need a ride?"

"Yes, if it's not too inconvenient. It would save my brother here a trip. My shift doesn't officially start until three o'clock, but I have the feeling that it's already a busy day and they can use all the help they can get." Of course, Hank said yes. With the way that Mercedes was flirting with him, I had the feeling that he would happily drive 200 miles out of his way and not consider it inconvenient.

Mercedes confirmed that she would meet us back at the house after her shift. That was so we could get ready for the party we were going to later that evening. She hugged Allie and me goodbye. 

"Have fun working naked," Allie winked at her. Mercedes stuck out her tongue at Allie, then turned to follow Hank to his car.

When Mercedes found out that she was scheduled to work a shift on National Nude Day, she didn't think anything of it at first because she assumed that only the customers would be naked. But then Allie set hear straight. "Actually, you have to be naked, too."

"But what about the health code exception?"

"That's only for cooks working with hot appliances. At the juice bar, you are all considered 'food servers,' not 'food preparers.' Food servers have to comply with the undress code like everybody else."

Mercedes took the news in stride, but she was initially apprehensive at the thought of being naked in front of coworkers. Obviously, that wasn't the case anymore, not after everything she had seen and done on National Nude Day, thus far. 

###

Allie and I relinquished our table in the beer garden and continued to stroll through Old Town. Almost immediately, Allie pulled me into a lingerie shop and she started browsing. 

A voluptuous, natural blonde in her late 20's or early 30's stepped out from behind the counter. "May I help you find anything?" She wore a black and red garter belt with sheer black stockings, red high-heel shoes, and a red shelf bra that made her boobs look massive while leaving them almost completely exposed. Her left nipple was pierced with a gold ring. 

I started drooling and my cock grew harder. 

Allie said, "We're just killing some time." She started to browse and immediately picked out a lace bra and some matching g-string panties. 

While Allie continued to shop, the clerk came up to me and started chatting. That's when I noticed the name tag and did a double-take. It was a small name tag that said her name was Shari. At first, I thought it was attached to her shelf bra somehow. But then I realized that it was actually hanging from her nipple ring.

"How long has she kept you like that?" Shari asked me.

"Huh?"

She indicated my stiff cock.

"Oh, since before the parade started this morning at ten A.M.," I lied. "Why?"

"Aren't you embarrassed?"

"No. Allie taught me years ago never to be ashamed of showing my appreciation for pretty women. And on National Nude Day, there are always lots to appreciate. For example, I like your jewelry."

"But, I'm not wearing any jewelry. Oh, this." She brushed her nipple ring with the tip of a finger."

My dick twitched. 

"Yes, I see that you do," she said. "I'll bet you'd love to fuck my tits, huh?"

"Um, is that a trick question?"

She smiled.

Allie called from the back of the store, "Hey Honey, if you'll stop flirting with the chesty sales lady for half a second, maybe she can unlock a dressing room for me?"

Shari laughed. "We'll be right there." She grabbed a set of keys in one hand and my dick in the other and headed towards Allie. "I have some something here that you need to try on first, Ma'am. I'm pretty sure it's just your size." She unlocked the door to the larger of two dressing rooms and shoved me in. Then she took away the garments that Allie had selected and shoved her in after me, with quite a bit of force, in fact. "We wouldn't want these to get stained before they're paid for," she winked, and then closed the door behind us.

"Oh, my," said Allie as she came to a halt against me and we embraced. "What just happened?"

"It seems that Shari there took pity on me and insists that you take care of this," I said while guiding Allie's hand to my cock. 

"Oh, she does, does she? Are you in agreement?"

"Well, I think it's the least you can do, considering I'm about to buy you some nice, frilly under things."

Allie acted like she was thinking it over for a few seconds, but then said, "Okay, it's a deal." She pushed my shoulders back and down, making me sit on the dressing room bench. Kneeling before me, she started licking around the head of my penis.

I reached down to fondle Allie's breasts and she turned sideways a bit to give me easier access to one of them. I closed my eyes and savored the sensations on my skin: where my fingertips came in contact with Allie's left nipple, where her right tit pressed against my knee, and especially where Allie's luscious lips engulfed my hard on. 

Suddenly, I sensed a flash of light and opened my eyes. Shari stood in the open doorway with a digital camera and started taking pictures of us from various angles. 

She was now totally naked, having stripped down to nothing but her name tag. "You're in luck," she said to both of us. "Today is customer appreciation day. The front door is locked and you get my dedicated service."

I looked down at Allie to see what she thought of this new development. Her eyes were wide open in surprise, but then a devilish grin began to form. Allie took my penis out of her mouth, stood up, and turned around. She sat next to me on the bench, holding my penis in her left hand, and said to Shari, "I'll bet you'd like to dedicate your service on this, huh?"

Shari took more pictures, including wide angles of me and Allie sitting side-by-side, as well as close-ups of Allie's hand on my cock, and of Allie's sensational boobs. Shari then set the camera down and approached. "Actually, ma'am, it looks like you have that well in hand. I was thinking I could help you better over here." Shari kneeled in front of Allie and began lapping Allie's bare pussy with her long, pink tongue.

Allie was caught off guard and tensed up at first. It was the first time a woman had ever done that for her. I grinned like the Cheshire Cat, and Allie relaxed and began to enjoy it.

I picked up the discarded camera and took a half-dozen shots of Allie and Shari together.

Allie declared, "I need a cock in me." Shari stood up and directed me to lie on my back on the floor. Allie got down on her knees and straddled my legs. Slowly, she lowered herself on my cock and started to ride it. I reached up and fondled Allie's magnificent tits. Shari took more pictures.

Then, Shari got down on her knees, facing Allie and straddling my head. She lowered herself so that I could lick her sweet pussy. I wasn't used to chomping on a pussy with hair, so I took my hands off of Allie's tits and used my fingers to navigate Shari's folds. Shari took over fondling my wife's breasts. I think Shari and Allie kissed, but I'm not sure.

After a few minutes like this, I couldn't hold back any longer. With the familiar sensation of Allie's cunt muscles milking my cock, and the unfamiliar sensation of this sweet pussy at my mouth, I was on sensory overload. Allie slowed down and lowered herself all the way, so that I was fully impaled in her and my balls were pressed between us. 

I came. 

Allie climaxed a few seconds later. My cock, now becoming soft, pulled out of Allie's cunt, and Allie rolled off me and crawled up onto the bench. 

Shari was still humping my mouth with her pussy. Allie grabbed the camera and took a few pictures of Shari in the throes of ecstasy. I was tired of lying on my back, so Shari and I switched positions. I straddled her head and bent down to continue sucking on her pussy. My cock, slick with my and Allie's combined love juices, was right in front of Shari's face, but she didn't mind. In fact, she started licking it clean.

Allie tried to get pictures of that, but it was hard to get a good angle. The dressing room was spacious, but still just a dressing room.

With three of my fingers buried in Shari's cunt and my tongue on her clit, she came, bucking wildly. Her climax lasted longer than Allie's. I tried to lap up Shari's juices, but most of it ran down her thighs and dripped onto the carpet.




Naked and In Charge



I stood up and then helped Shari to her feet. "Well, that was fun!" she said. Then, "I'll be right back." 

I looked down at Allie, who was lying on her side on the bench, idling drawing her fingertips across her body. She sat up, smiled up at me and said, "That was pretty hot."

"Our first threesome," I said. "Maybe not our last?" I asked.

"Next time, two guys."

"Okay," I agreed. "Fair is fair."

Shari returned with damp towels for each of us and we cleaned ourselves up.

Shari was about to put her uniform back on, but I stopped her. "I'd like you to pose for a shot like that, with just your name tag, if you wouldn't mind." 

"If I wouldn't mind? Oh, honey. Anything you want."

We ventured out into the main part of the store and I took some pictures of her behind the counter and in front of it, both out of her uniform, and back in it. Then, Allie started trying on her selections and Shari took pictures of that, sometimes with Allie alone, and some with me next to her.

I asked Shari how I could get copies of the photos we took and she said, "Don't worry about it honey, I'll make sure you see them soon."

We kept everything that Allie had selected except for one of the bras. Shari bagged up the intended purchases and wrote Allie's name and phone number on the outside, leaving the bag under the counter for Allie to pick up sometime later. As Shari unlocked the door to let us out, she kissed Allie on the lips and gave my cock one last squeeze.

###

We continued heading west, deeper into Old Town.

"I have to ask you something, Allie. If Shari had wanted to go all the way and fuck me, would you have let her?"

"You mean, would I have let you?"

"Well, that too."

"I guess so. I mean, I was right there, so it's not like you'd be cheating on me, but it is a big step. What would you think if things were reversed and it was a guy who wanted to screw me with you watching?"

"I think I'd want you to do whatever gives you a thrill. I'd be a little jealous, for sure, but it would also be a turn on for me, I think."

"Well, I don't know..." We walked in silence for a bit, and then Allie said, "I do know that I have no regrets with what did happen. None whatsoever. I'm chalking it up the magic of Nude Day."

I decided that Allie would probably not kill Mercedes and me for screwing in the electric cart after all. 

###

We continued our little stroll and ended up near the roundabout at the center of Old Town. I saw on the clock tower that it was approaching four o'clock. We still had three hours to kill before we were due to attend the charity ball.

"Let's have a seat and people watch for a bit," I suggested. That sounded good to Allie. I bought two lemonades using some cash I had stuffed in my watch band, and we found a park bench overlooking the town square.

Shoppers carrying sacks or pulling small carts went to and fro. Bicyclists, skateboarders, and roller skaters rode by wearing nothing but helmets and knee pads. Couples, young and old strolled by, hand in hand. Everyone adhered to the undress code.

At one point, a young mother walked by us pushing a stroller with a two-year-old daughter inside. The mother was several months pregnant. I thought she looked radiant, and said so. She stopped and thanked me for the compliment. "That's what my husband said when he met me for lunch today."

We introduced ourselves. Her name was Elizabeth and so was her daughter's. "I go by Liz and we call her Betty."

Allie slid to the end of the bench, making room for Liz to sit between us. "Would you like the rest of my lemonade?" Allie offered. 

"No thank you. I have a water bottle in my stroller."

"Betty is the name of the lady who was in charge of National Nude Day until I took over two years ago."

"I thought I recognized you from the posters. What does 'in charge' mean, exactly?"

"Mostly, it means organizing the parade."

"Oh? I didn't get to see the parade. Apparently, I just missed it when I got here earlier, but I overheard people saying it was a good one." 

"We taped it," said Allie. "Keep an eye on the city website to find out when it will air on cable access."

"I will," promised Liz. "Tell the mayor that I'm very happy that they made Nude Day all-or-nothing. My husband and I went naked the first year, but we were a little creeped out by all the fully clothed guys with the cameras, so we didn't go the second year. But then, they said everyone in public had to disrobe, and so we tried it again, and now we're hooked."

"That's exactly why Betty pushed through the mandatory nudity ordinance. And, everyone agrees it's much better this way," said Allie. "You are obviously having fun. You don't appear to be the least bit embarrassed at being nude in your pregnant state." 

"I was concerned at first," she admitted. "But most everyone's been really nice, like your husband. A few people stare, especially at my swollen boobs, but I'm just taking it as a compliment."

"As you should," I chimed in. "You're a gorgeous example of womanhood."

"You are too kind, sir," said Liz. She stood up. "I have to be going now, but it was nice to meet you."

"You, too." Allie and I finished our lemonades in silence as she walked away. We continued to people watch.

"It really is remarkable how positive everyone is about a mandatory Nude Day, don't you think?" Allie pondered, talking to herself as much as to me. "You'd think we would have gotten way more flack than we did, but everyone who'd rather not participate seems content to just avoid public spaces for a day and let the rest of us have our fun. I guess it's a sign of the times."

"In this town anyway. I don't think Mayor Fischer could have gotten elected with such a progressive platform in many other places."

"That's true. And, after all, it's only one day a year. It's not like we're rubbing our nudity in people's faces all year long."

"Well, you can rub your nudity in my face, anytime you please, dear." I took her hand, and kissed the back of it.

Allie looked up at the clock tower. It was almost 5 pm. "What do you say we head home and take a shower before the party? I could really use one. Plus, I want to change my outfit." She lifted her feet and wiggled her white tennis shoes to show me what she meant by "outfit."

###

We hopped on board one of the free shuttle busses that ran between Old Town and City Hall, essentially riding the parade route backwards. 

Allie took a moment to inspect the staging area and saw that her volunteers had done a terrific job of cleaning up. I followed Allie over to the two railroad containers where she checked to make sure they were locked down tight. 

I thought I heard a noise. "Is anyone back there?" I asked out loud.

At first, there was no answer, just silence. Then, we heard a guy clearing his throat, and then he said, "It's just me, Mr. K." Allie and I looked around the corner and we saw Joe, Judy's wing man from earlier, sitting on the short couch. His penis was erect between his legs, and it was slightly red.

Allie gave him a disarming smile and said, bluntly, "I see you're sporting a nice erection for my viewing pleasure. As I keep telling Wesley here, it's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Um, well, yeah. I was just, um, killing time waiting for my friends to get back, but I think they've abandoned me. There wasn't enough room in the car for everyone. The driver was supposed to take her friends home first and then come back for me."

"We can give you a ride. Where are you headed?"

"I'm not sure. I was just going to tag along with my friends, wherever they were going. I could go home, but there's nothing to do there."

"Well, you certainly don't want to stay here. Come along, we'll figure something out." By the time we got to our car, Joe decided to have us take him to the student center on the college campus.

It felt nice to be in the air-conditioned car after walking around all day in the ninety-five degree heat. The blast of cold air made Allie's nipples harden. I reached over to give them a squeeze, but Allie batted my hand away. "Hey, it's look but don't touch day," she complained, while signaling with her eyes to remind me of our passenger in the back seat.

"Hear that, Joe? Allie says we can look at her hard nipples all we want. Stick your head up here and take a good look."

"That's okay, Mr. K. I've seen them. They're nice."

Allie changed the subject. "Joe, you're a friend of Judy's, right?" 

"Her boyfriend is my roommate."

"She's quite the exhibitionist, isn't she?"

"I'll say. Did you hear that last night she rode her scooter naked all over campus, telling people to be sure and watch the parade?"

Allie said, "No, I didn't, but that sure sounds like her."

I asked, "If you didn't know about the scooter ride, Allie, then what exhibitionist tendencies are you talking about?"

Joe answered for her. "She's probably referring to how Judy keeps flashing us her tits at the volunteer meetings."

"That, and how she always wears miniskirts without underwear," Allie agreed. "What I want to know, Joe, is do you think that National Nude Day turned Judy into an exhibitionist, or was she already one and the legitimacy of National Nude Day allows her to justify it the rest of the time?"

"I'm not sure you can answer that. It's a chicken and egg thing, really."

"Yeah, that's what I think, too."

When we got near the campus, vehicle traffic was thick with students leaving for the day. Joe pointed to a parking lot across the street. "You can drop me off at the bookstore, if you want, and I'll take the footbridge across. It might be easier."

We did, although I complained that I wouldn't get to see very many naked coeds that way. But, as we pulled up to a convenient drop off point between the entrance of the bookstore and the base of the footbridge, a bevy of beauties emerged from the bookstore.

"There you go, honey," said Allie. "Ask, and ye shall receive."

All five girls had the bodies of cheerleaders, with nicely sized and very firm tits, and narrow waists with tight abs. They all had bleached blonde hair and dark tans, two of them with very distinctive tans lines. 

As Joe hopped out and thanked us for the ride, one of the girls laughed at the sight of Joe's erection. Remembering what Allie said about not being ashamed, Joe turned to her and said, "This is what you get for walking around all hot looking like that. You should take it as a compliment."

One of the other girls teased the first girl, "You should take it as an appetizer, Heather."

"I'm not hungry right now," she answered back. "Maybe later, though. Come along girls."

The one called Heather led her four friends up the footbridge and we watched them all wiggle their asses in practiced lock step. Then, Heather turned back towards Joe and said, "Hey, Boner Boy. You coming?"

###

Twenty minutes later, we pulled into our driveway at home. It was perfect timing, because Mercedes came walking around the corner just then, having finished her shift at the juice bar. Allie met her halfway down the street and they walked back together. At least half a dozen of our neighbors saw them walking in the nude. Allie and Mercedes casually waved at everyone they passed. 

I only needed ten minutes to hop in the shower to get ready for the party, but the girls said that they would be a while freshening up, so I did some chores around the house. Half an hour later, I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a glass of ice water, when the ladies made their grand entrance.

Allie wore a pair of dark blue pumps over light blue, thigh-high stockings. Up top, her hair was tied up in a sophisticated style and she wore sensuous makeup to go with it. A choker-style silver necklace and some complimentary earrings completed the outfit. The blue and silver looked fantastic against her redheaded, freckled complexion. She never looked sexier. 

Mercedes had similarly changed into black fishnet stockings and black pumps and she also wore a fancy hairdo, makeup, earrings and a necklace. In her case, the necklace was a long one with a heavy pendant that nestled in her cleavage. A small collection of black and white bracelets gathered on one wrist. She looked like a 50's movie star. 

Her tote bag was sitting next to me on the kitchen table, so I pulled out her camera and aimed it at the two of them, but Mercedes said, "Wait, I'm not ready. Give me a second if you want the full effect." She reached into my water glass, pulled out an ice cube and proceeded to rub it across her nipples to make them hard. Allie laughed at her sister's antics. Then she, too, reached into my glass and did the same thing as well. 

I handed them a napkin to damp away the moisture, and then I had them pose for me, separately and together. When I was satisfied, Mercedes took the camera and positioned me next to Allie. I said, "I feel like I should go back upstairs and put on a bowtie, or something." I was much underdressed compared to the girls, still only wearing what I had been wearing all day--sandals, a wristwatch, and a keychain lanyard around my neck.

Mercedes said, "No way. That would just look silly on you. A woman wearing only fashion accessories looks sexy, but a guy wearing them just looks comical. That's what I think, anyway." 

So, she snapped away at the two of us. At one point, Allie took hold of my shoulders. She pulled me towards her, and she kissed me deeply for a long time. Mercedes snapped a few pictures of that, as well. When Allie eventually broke away, she said, "Let's go party!" 

"Yes, ma'am!" I clipped the camera to the lanyard around my neck, and followed my two stocking clad vixens out to the car.

I was about to lock the front door when Allie suddenly remembered to bring the invitations. While she ran back inside to get them, Mercedes leaned next to me. "By the way," she asked. "Where did you learn that fingertip technique you used on me earlier?"

"Your sister likes it. I figured you would, too." 

"Do me again sometime?" she asked with a sly grin.

"Absolutely," I replied. 

###

Chapter 7: Charity Drive

Allie, Mercedes, and I pulled into the valet parking for Behind the Eight Ball right on time. We handed over the invitations and were quickly carded and hand-stamped. The ladies then checked their purses and Allie clipped the claim token to my lanyard.  

I hadn't seen the invitations prior to that point and I was shocked to notice that they were marked $250 apiece. "Did we really just spend seven hundred and fifty bucks on a party?" I asked Allie.

"Well, dear. It is for charity, you know." Allie grinned at me. "But, no. The tickets were a gift."

When she didn't elaborate, I filled in, "From one of your many secret admirers, no doubt?"

"Indeed." 

Allie took Mercedes and me by the hand and pulled us towards the DJ station where we signed up for the darts tournaments. The DJ said it would be at least half an hour before he announced the next round of players and suggested we grab a drink at the bar or hit the dance floor. Allie was in charge, so we did the latter. Mercedes joined us, even though she didn't have a dance partner.

While we danced, I checked out my surroundings. Behind the Eight Ball was an upscale pool hall that looked more like a British Bed and Breakfast than a pub. I particularly liked that they had lots of velvet drapes that helped to deaden the sound. I like to party as much as the next guy, but most party venues are so noisy I wind up with a splitting headache the next day just from that. I made a note to myself that we needed to go to the Eight Ball more often.

The place was beginning to fill up. From the way they were checking ID's at the door, I knew everyone was at least eighteen, but I guessed the average age was about forty. Even so, most of the patrons looked good. They were the type of people who kept in shape, and none of them had anything to be ashamed about as they entered the establishment naked.

The dance floor wasn't all that big and it steadily got crowded over time. Our naked bodies began bumping into each other at random with more and more frequency. Pretty soon, we were just one big jumble of seething flesh, but no one seemed to complain. I certainly wasn't about to complain, especially since the 2-to-1 ratio of women to men out on the dance floor was holding up.

Suddenly, the music stopped and the DJ announced the next round of games, including our turn at darts. Three dart boards barely fit in one of the back rooms, so we players were squeezed in even tighter than we had been on the dance floor. It was all we could do to keep out of each other's way while throwing, and there were lots of jokes about people inadvertently getting their nipples pierced if they weren't careful.

Between Allie, Mercedes, and me, I was the only hopeful, but I was so distracted by all of the naked female flesh that I made a poor showing. When our games ended, Allie and I headed to the bar, while Mercedes went back out onto the dance floor.

Around half an hour later, Mercedes joined us at the bar with a couple of friends in tow: Bill Jr. and Lucinda. Allie was ecstatic. "I didn't know you were going to be here!"

"My mother donates all of the produce for these events, so they give her a pair of tickets in return. This year, she gave them to me and Lucinda." 

Just then, someone tapped on a microphone. I turned towards the stage where a tall man in his forties with short-cropped balding hair and big smile began to speak. "Welcome, everyone, to the Second Annual Behind-the-Eight-Ball Charity Drive. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Phil Cannon. Standing next to me is my lovely wife, Megan. We own this establishment together, but this charity drive was all her idea." There was some spontaneous applause, and Phil paused while Megan beamed with pride. 

The woman certainly was lovely. Standing almost as tall as her husband, she was thin but not overly so. She had freckled skin and long, strawberry blond hair that was tied back in a pony tail. She sported a pair of lavender-tinted eyeglasses with octagonal silver frames and she wore a complimentary silver chain around her waist. Her pubic hair was also strawberry blond, quite thick and curly. It made quite an impact, and I found myself wondering if maybe clean-shaven pussies aren't always better.

When the applause ended, Megan turned towards the back of the stage for a second and I got to admire her taut ass. She brought forward an easel with a flip chart and set it between herself and her husband. The top page showed their Behind-the-Eight-Ball logo. Phil continued, "As with last year, eight deserving charities will split the proceeds from tonight's event." Megan flipped to a page that listed the eight charities. "Four are the same as last year, two are new ones picked by Megan, and the final two were nominated and voted on by our hard-working staff." He pointed to the bar and that generated more applause.

"As you know, you are here to eat, drink, and be merry; to play pool and play darts and maybe win some prizes. All of you paid two hundred and fifty dollars each to be here, which means there's about forty thousand in the coffers, so far. And I say, 'so far' because this year there's a surprise twist. Thanks to four generous gold-level corporate sponsors, we have the opportunity to significantly increase that amount through a matching-donation challenge." As Megan flipped to a third page naming the gold sponsors, Phil said, "We'll get back to them in a minute and tell you more about this challenge that they and Megan cooked up together. But first, I want to recognize our silver-level sponsors who donated all of the great prizes we have to give away tonight. As with last year, there's three ways to win. We have four prizes each for both the pool tournament and the darts tournament. And we have eight random drawings, for a total of sixteen prizes.