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The Aftermath Ch. 01

By: GinaWill



Martin was waiting, naked again, just inside the door and I didn't have to search out my key from my handbag. He had obviously been waiting for me and opened the door as I walked up the path.

I walked in the house, slamming the door closed behind me and said, with a grin on my face, "Upstairs, boy -- dinner can bloody well wait -- I've got other much more urgent needs and plenty of plans for you." and instead of kissing his cheek, I bent down and took his dick in my mouth and helped it from its half flaccid condition to a full blown erection -- which took barely the touch of my lips on his head.

I grabbed his now erect penis and dragged him up the stairs, pushed him down on the bed and sank myself on to him as deeply as I could get. 

"Ahhhhh! -- I've been waiting so long today for that, thank God you were home or I'd have had to get the cucumber out the fridge."

I lent forward and rested on his chest and finally kissed him properly.

"I don't suppose I need to ask whether you've had a good day then?" he asked sarcastically.

"Shut up and fuck me -- hard -- NOW."

Thankfully, and without further ado, he did just that. Sadly, due to heightened and prolonged states of sexual arousal for both of us, it didn't last long and we very quickly came together.

I'm sure Sammie must have heard me as she was still out in her front garden and still pretending to prune the hedge -- 'little show off' I thought as I could still see the top of her head out by the road.

I collapsed onto his chest and nuzzled into him for a while as he stroked my back. He was still inside me and, although his erection had gone down a bit, I was still enjoying the feeling of his warm penis.

I chatted with him about the day's events, the bus ride into work, about who came naked and about Donna and our conversation and her eventual conversion, for today at least but watch this space, and out of her underwear. I told him about her hair too, and how red it was, which reminded me of my own landing strip and how we had discussed earlier in the week about shaving it off.

No time like the present then, I thought and said "How about you help me get rid of this landing strip then, so that I can be completely naked, which is just what I want right now -- You'll do it for me won't you?"

"Yes, but in a minute, I'm liking where we are right now, it's warm and comfortable and I don't want disrupt the tranquillity of the moment, if you don't mind waiting a while. I'll do it for you this evening though, I've been hoping you would bring that subject back up again."

We lay almost still, just enjoying each other's closeness, for about half and hour, and then he stirred and asked me if I wanted a coffee.

"I suppose we can't stay here all night, although I wouldn't mind, I just feel so serene at the moment. But -- there's always later!" I said, with a devilish grin on my face.

I tickled him for a second before jumping off him and letting our combined juices flood out of me all over his stomach.

"Ohhh!" he groaned, "I'm going to wash myself away if I take any more showers this week." But he was smiling, so I knew he didn't mind my carelessness in not holding it all in.

I went and had a quick wash and while he showered, I went downstairs to boil the kettle and get the coffee made. It was ready when he came down and I walked out the back door to sit at the patio table to drink it, relaxing in the now waning sunshine at the end of the day. 

I thought, 'All I need is money, I suppose, to be able to live like this forever.' But then I thought, No, I'll just get bored and then not appreciate the times like this that Martin and I would have in the future.

They have to be cherished, and when they come too easily and regularly, the cherishable times just blend into one another until they are lost and worthless.

We drank our coffees without further interruption, though I did see a curtain twitching at a window in the house behind us -- 'let them look if they want to -- see if I care' I thought -- and then Martin said, "Come on then missus, let's get you shaved shall we?"

"Hmmm, yes please." I grinned at him and reached up and kissed his cheek.

We went back upstairs and he got a new blade in his razor while got a clean towel and a bowl of warm water and went back to the bedroom to lay it all out on the bed. I climbed up onto the towel and spread my legs wide, waiting for him to come and shave my, now I think of it, rather stubbly pussy and my landing strip.

It didn't take too long and when he was finished, I got up and looked at it in my dressing table mirror. I loved the feeling of how smooth it was, but I sort of missed the fact that the landing strip had of emphasising and pointing directly to my pussy lips.

"Do you prefer with, or without then Martin?"

"I don't know yet, come lay on the bed again for a minute while I test it out."

I did as he asked and lay on the bed where I had been while he shaved me, my bottom just at the foot of the bed with my feet brought up to rest on the edge and my legs spread wide.

He kneeled down in front of me again and studied for a few moments, moving my legs this way and that, and then moving my pussy lips around to look in all the nooks and crannies. Then he bent his head forward and started licking me, from just below my belly button, right down across my tummy and into the clitoral hood of pussy -- he knew just what buttons to push, and my pussy was flooding with juices again at his touch.

He continued to roll his tongue around in the area of my pussy and clitoris, teasing me and building up another orgasm inside me. He could feel it coming too so just carried on slowly building it up in me until I came yet again. It sort of crept up on me this one, building and building and then slowly, languidly, it came and I felt like a rag doll that he could do anything with.

"I think I like it like this, although I did like the way your hair sort of highlighted and brought attention to your pussy, but this feels so much better and it is more revealing when you do look at it." He said after licking his lips.

I studied myself again in the hand mirror Martin had got me and then said, "You know, I was just thinking the same thing." I said. I like how it is more 'naked', but I'd also prefer the highlighting effect of the hair."

I paused for a while, thinking.

"What about I get a tattoo done that would draw attention it, and then I could have the best of both worlds -- gorgeously smooth and yet still bringing it to people's attention, just to make sure they see my pussy at its best?"

"I think I might like that, so long as the tattoo suits you and doesn't look trashy. If that were a possibility, maybe we could see if we can find one of those laser things that permanently removes hair, so you won't have those spots that you tend to get when we shave you." he offered.

"Maybe later we can look on the internet to see what we can find. Anyway, I'm hungry, what do you want for dinner." He asked.

"I think just a sandwich for now, Sammie is planning another trip to KFC like last week to meet up with those girls from college -- that's if you're up to it of course? I offered.

"I think I may be able to manage that, what about Geraint though?"

"From what I've seen this week, Geraint will just have to go along with it, don't you?"

Martin giggled at that but admitted he probably would. So, we went downstairs and each got a sandwich while the kettle boiled for a long overdue, and very strong, coffee.

We sat in the lounge just idly watching TV for a while, me sitting next to Martin and his arm around my shoulder and just gently caressing my right nipple. At about 7:45, Sammie knocked on the door and Martin got up to let her in.

She came bouncing in saying that she had talked Geraint into coming along again to KFC, so what time would be going.

"I'm ready now -- if you two are?" she finished.

Martin giggled and said to her "You two are going to be unstoppable until you get arrested, aren't you?"

"If, or rather more probably when, I do get arrested, they can't keep me in for too long just for being naked, can they -- and as soon as they let me out, I'll get undressed again. I'm enjoying this too much to let some miserable copper stop me. I've been a little mouse for far to long -- so look out World, here I come and in all my naked glory too. In short -- Bollocks to them; if they don't like it, they don't have to look, do they." she replied.

"OK" I laughed, while at the same time thinking 'what the hell have I accidentally created here?' "Give us five minutes, and we'll come around to get you; who's driving by the way?" 

With a devilish look on her face, she said "I am! And, it won't be the first time this week I've gone for a naked drive either. But I'll tell you about that later. See you in 5 then." she said, and off she went back out the door.

Martin was holding his head in his hands and his shoulders were shaking, like he was crying.

I got a bit concerned for a minute but then he took his hands away and let out a belly laugh the like I had never heard from him before. The tears were rolling down his cheeks and he was fighting for air; he was actually laughing that hard!

Eventually, we went upstairs to have a quick wash, we were both dribbling sex juices, and then went out the front door, locking it behind us, and crossed the grass to Geraint's and Sammie's car, and, as they were waiting for us, we got in the back.

"Whoo Hoo... Off we go then!" Sammie shouted, and with that she pulled the car off the drive and we headed off to the restaurant.

Martin was still giggling and Geraint asked what had tickled him. He said it just struck him as funny all of a sudden; the life changing differences that had been made to so many people over the course of a week, and thinking what people must be thinking seeing naked people all over the place all of a sudden.

Geraint agreed, but wasn't too sure about it being funny -- I think he was still struggling to come to terms with Sammie's sudden change of attitude, and couldn't get into the nudist thing quite the same as Sammie, I and Martin had.

'Never mind' I thought, 'it will come to him soon -- after all, it looks like he is going to have to live with it -- literally!

When we got to KFC's, all of our mouths dropped open in surprise.

The restaurant was quite full, and most of the people in there, those who looked like students anyway, were all naked too.

A car turned in behind us and, on seeing this spectacle, just turned around and went away again.

Martin said, "This looks bad -- it's bound to attract the attentions of the police -- somebody would have complained I'm sure -- maybe we ought to go home and abandon this for tonight, don't you think Gina?"

Sammie didn't wait for me to respond -- she just interrupted anything I was going to say by cheering loudly and then saying -- "God -- look at what we've done -- look at the support we're going to get tonight -- even if someone has called the police, I doubt they would do anything with this number of people all being naked, unless maybe it was the staff who had called them. Anyway, we can't abandon them if they have all come out in support of us, can we."

And no, it wasn't a question -- it was a statement.

She quickly parked and got out of the car, standing next to it impatiently waiting for the rest of us to get out and accompany her to the restaurant. I was out quick enough, but the boys were a bit slow.

Geraint said he wasn't going to come as someone had to remain separate in order to be able to get the rest of us out of the nick. Martin started to get out though, but before we headed off I told him that this would be a good time to join Sammie and me and get undressed too.

He thought about it and, after a moments thought, said, "Well, I said I would support you whatever you did, so I 'spose I'll have to, won't I." and again it wasn't a question.

He unbuttoned his shirt, took it off and threw it into the back of the car, then bent down to remove his shoes and socks, closely followed by his slacks, all of which followed the shirt, and closed the car door. He took my hand in his and said, "Come on then -- may as well get this over and done with I suppose." and led us off across the car park.

When we opened the door, the girl we had spoken to last week came forward and kissed me on the cheek, then kissed Sammie and Martin likewise.

"I'm so glad you came. When I told everyone in college about you last week, loads of them said how cool it must have been, so I challenged them all to join us tonight, hoping you all would come again, just to show support. So -- here we all are; let's get something to eat and while we do you can tell us all about the week you've had, and I suspect that there may be a few stories we have to tell too."

In something of a stupor, all 4 of us went up to the counter and ordered our meals and while we waited for them the girl introduced herself as Amanda. She was from an upper middle class background and her home town was St. Clears in South West Wales. She was in the second year at the university and was 21.

"And", she continued to say, "a group of us got together, all girls surprisingly -- the boys were all shy -- and agreed that we would gather together here tonight and each of us would recruit other willing volunteers during the course of the week. When I've been in my dorm -- a mixed male/female occupancy with separate ablution blocks for each sex and a communal café area -- I've spent quite a lot of time wandering around naked myself -- it felt so right and easy once I got over the first nervous queasy bit -- and rounding up recruits for tonight -- and well, here we all are. Our dorm this week has seen more flaunted naked flesh in a week than during the whole of it's life in the past I'll bet -- it's been a brilliant week and lots of us want to keep on doing it. But we do need some tips on how best to avoid trouble. Do you think you could mentor us?"

Sammie replied, briefly as our meals were being delivered, "Well, our experience is no different from yours, apart from Gina going to work naked today, so I don't know that we can tell you anything more, it would be fun to join forces though if you want to and we can experiment together, after all there is safety in numbers. We'll talk more while we eat shall we?"

Amanda picked up her meal and said, "OK, lets find a big table then, shall we?" and without waiting for an answer, turned away from the counter and looked around for a table that would accommodate the 5 of us.

There was one free over by the window opposite the car park entrance, so we went over there, sat down and were immediately surrounded on the three vacant sides with naked people eager to hear what we had to say.

After about an hour of chatting, talking about our various experiences over the preceding week with others throwing in their comments too, we were ready to leave. 

I said to Martin, Geraint and Sammie, "I think it's time we made our way home now, don't you?" They nodded their agreement and started to get up.

"Before you go", Amanda interrupted us, "Do you think we could arrange to meet up again sometime soon?" "What did you have in mind?" I asked.

"Well, I don't know really, just somewhere where we can join forces and enjoy a naked evening out somewhere else, or a day shopping or something? I just want to be naked in public again, I am enjoying it, but I don't think it will be too safe, nor that I will have the courage, to do it alone, so I'm looking for numbers and allies."

"Haven't you got enough allies here already to help you?" Martin asked her. 

"Yes, there are plenty of us here, and it's OK in the dorm, but I want it to be more sort of every-day stuff; just be able to go about a normal days business -- but naked." She responded.

I grabbed a clean napkin and shouted out for a pen or pencil, which was duly delivered, and I wrote my home telephone number and e-mail address on it and passed it to Amanda.

"If you give me a call on Monday evening, it will give us a little time to contemplate and discuss this between ourselves, and we can tell you what we think then and maybe arrange something else, yes?"

"OK, but here," and she grabbed a napkin and offered her contact details too, "take mine too. Ohhh! I'm so looking forward to having some more adventures with you guys. My pussy will never feel the same again, and by the way, I'm going to shave too now that I have seen how pretty your pussy is without hair getting in the way."

She then leaned across and kissed each of us in turn, but this time she kissed us on our lips -- nothing sexual, but it had progressed from cheek to lips. I had to admit that it felt a little odd kissing a woman on the lips, I hadn't done that since I was a kid, but it did perk up my nipples a little and make my pussy tingle. Hmm, that is something I may like to try again in the future!

We all stood up and Mandy called to all of her friends that we were leaving.

They all stopped their own conversations and turned to us, let out a cheer, followed by a tirade of 'Thanks' and "See you again I hope" calls from them all.

We smiled at them and said our goodbyes and they all grouped around the main door to the restaurant and waved as we made our way back across the car park to the car.

In the car, I slumped down in the back seat and Sammie told Geraint to drive, "I'm not up to it right now -- I can't concentrate on that while I feel as aroused as I do. You're going to have to find some stamina from somewhere tonight boy" she directed at Geraint.

With that, she started frigging herself off again right there in front of us all and even before we had left the car park!

I snuggled up with Martin, who had remained naked now, and just quietly contemplated the last weeks events, and how I felt about it all right now.

It had been quite a surreal week overall -- I had become a new person it seemed, and to boot I had converted my neighbour and a whole group of University kids too.

My husband had readily agreed with all that I had done and we were looking forward to a new life together with, hopefully, me going to work naked every day. It was like a dream and I didn't want to wake up.

I wondered what Martin would have me do now, remembering that he had agreed to 'instruct' me in what to do and that I would acquiesce to him and become his Subservient.

My pussy squirted a bit more and I wondered about the state of Geraint's car seat -- but I think Sammie was worse. She was in the throes of yet another orgasm as she continued to play with herself.

I grinned quietly while snuggling into Martin's shoulder.

When we got home, it was about 9:30 now and I just wanted to go to bed, cuddle up and sleep -- I was feeling so relaxed and fulfilled I felt like as soon as my head touched the pillow I would be asleep. We did have a quick cup of coffee before bed, then we went up.

We did our usual ablutions prior to getting into bed and just chatted about this and that as we did so, then we cuddled up together under the duvet and Martin started to kiss me and gently work his hands over my body, caressing my breasts, tweaking my nipples and then down tickling over my tummy to top of my vulva.

Here he made small circular movements with his fingers alternated by a palm stroke across my belly and every now and then just touching the top of my pussy.

I stood that for about 5 minutes, and then the tension he had built up in me by doing that took over and I rolled him over onto his back. He was, as you can surmise, fully erect and ready for it.

I sat up, and, with my back to him, I straddled across him and slowly lowered my pussy onto his engorged penis. I slipped the tip of his cock just into the opening of my pussy and rolled my hips a little, dropped down an inch then rose back up and did it again. Then I just sat down hard on his cock and it speared into me up to my tummy, or that's how it felt, and I immediately orgasmed and was left shaking on top of him.


The Aftermath Ch. 01



Without waiting for me, he raised his hips up off the bed and started fucking me again -- when recovered enough, I took over the thrusting and this time I raised my hips up and down slowly moving him in and out of my pussy while he caressed my back with one hand and looped the other around to my pussy and tickled my clit.

We lasted for a few minutes with our orgasms slowly building and then, simultaneously, we both let go and relished the feelings we were experiencing together.

Eventually, I rolled off him and snuggled in again. "I don't want to get out of here now, d'you mind if I don't clean up 'till the morning?" I asked sleepily.

"No, let's just cuddle and sleep now darling -- and thank you so much -- I love you to the depths of my soul." He said.

And I believed him totally -- I feel just the same about him right now.

Saturday morning came around soon enough, or so it seemed, and when I woke Martin was still snoring gently behind me -- we were still spooned together just as we were when we went to sleep last night and I lay there quietly for about 20 minutes. enjoying the feeling of him and the warm sun that was shining through our bedroom window.

Eventually, feeling a little stiff and desperately in need of a pee and a wash -- the smell of our musk was almost overpowering -- I so very gently eased myself out of bed.

I quietly made my way to the bathroom where I did the necessary and then tip-toed down the stairs to put the kettle on to boil. I really wanted a hot cup of tea for some reason.

I put the grill on while I waited for the tea and reached four muffins out of the freezer, popping them into the microwave to thaw while the grill warmed. 'Hmmm, scrambled egg on muffin, I think'

I made our breakfast and put it all on a tray and carried it back upstairs. I couldn't remember when we last had breakfast in bed and was looking forward to it. I went into the bedroom to find Martin starting to stir, so I put the tray down and slid in behind him, putting my arm around his waist and cupping his balls gently while he woke. 

"Hmmmmmm" was all he said and snuggled back into me.

"Come on Mr. -- I've got breakfast going cold here, so shake yourself and sit up."

I got back out of bed and when he had sat up I got the tray and returned to his side with it.

He rubbed his eyes sleepily, yawned and, as he was doing so, mumbled out "I love you." 

We sat and ate breakfast and talked about what we would do today. The main item on the agenda seemed to be grocery shopping -- what a dull start to the weekend of the most exciting and glorious week of my life, I thought -- but it had to be done if we weren't to starve, I suppose.

I looked at him grumpily and said, "Spoilsport -- that means I will have to get dressed!"

He giggled and said, "Ahh, but just wait to see what you will have to get dressed in my little submissive -- I'm going to take charge today I think!" 

Immediately, I was interested and excited to see what he had planned for me today.

Now, as I finished cleaning up from breakfast, I was edgy with anticipation of what was to come. I even wondered where he would take us shopping -- normally Tesco's was our destination, but would he take me somewhere where I wouldn't be known?

When you shop in the same store week in week out, you often get to know people, at least by sight, and especially the check-out girls, as you tend to chat with them as you are putting your shop through. What if it would be Tesco's -- that would get tongues wagging I suspect if Martin is going to live up to the Master role today -- and I suspected he would, after raising it so early this morning and anticipating it.

I wondered too if he had been clothes shopping for me.

We continued to cuddle while eating our breakfasts and drinking our teas, then we got out of bed together, me to take the dishes down to the kitchen to wash them and him to clean himself up from last night's playing, then he too joined me downstairs and helped me finish clearing up.

Soon enough, Martin said "You'd better go upstairs to get ready to go out then love; I've laid your new clothes out for you."

With a little 'Eeek' I skipped through the lounge and eagerly attacked the stairs two at a time -- I was a kid when I did that last, I thought -- and rushed into the bedroom.

Lying on the bed was a box with a ribbon around it. I quickly untied the ribbon and opened the box, inside of which was red tissue paper surrounding the contents. My hands were shaking now as I removed the tissue paper layer by layer, and then took hold of the material and picked it out holding my arms out in front of my body so that it unfolded itself out of the box as I raised it up.

The first item out was a white button down blouse that was nearly completely sheer. I could see the creases on my fingers through both layers, so this on it's own would hide nothing. 

The buttons, three of them, were golden in colour and, when on, I suspected would come from the navel to about an inch below my breasts, so not only very see-through, it would not cover much of my breasts even if it had not been so sheer. It had little sleeves that came to just below my elbow and was otherwise unadorned with any decoration. It was nearly like a sheet of glass. The first thought that struck me was 'well, it may be OK for a nightclub, but it seems a bit flash for grocery shopping'.

Next out was what I presumed was a skirt -- although it looked more like a wide belt to me. About 5 inches long and made of Lycra, it was jet black in contrast to the blouse.

There was nothing else in the box so before I put it on I went to get a pair of knickers and a bra. What a shock I had when I opened my lingerie draw to find it empty!

What had Martin done with all my stuff I thought. I went over to the wardrobe and that seemed to be OK, but there did seem to be bit more room in there than I had expected.

'Ah well, never mind' I thought. I put the shirt and skirt on and looked in the mirror.

As I expected, I may as well not have been wearing the blouse it was that sheer and the skirt... if I had it low enough to cover my pussy, the top of the skirt was below my hips and just showed the crack of my bum at the top, or else it covered that and left my pussy fully exposed along with about half of my backside!

And, with Lycra this short, it would be a nightmare trying to keep myself covered while shopping as constantly shrank back from its stretched state to its narrowest and the creases at the to of my thighs encouraged that as I walked. I liked what I saw very much and looked forward to wearing it out one night, but I didn't think I could manage this for shopping. I would feel more comfortable, I thought, if I were just plain naked -- this was just trashy in such a setting and not me at all. 

I called to Martin and he came up the stairs and stood in the bedroom doorway looking at me.

"Ah!" was all he said.

He had me turn around so that he could see it from all angles, then had me sit on the edge of the bed and stand up again. The effect of this was to make the skirt pop up to halfway between my navel and the top of my vulva, bunching up around my hips. "I can see that I haven't thought this out too well, have I. What are your thoughts Gina?"

"I think I would like to wear it out to a nightclub or something sometime, but I suspect it would only be once even if I did, I would probably enjoy it as a singular experience -- I mean, it leaves nothing to the imagination at all. However, I think it is just plain trashy and doesn't really suit me at all -- I think I would rather be plain naked than wear this ensemble out. I will wear it to a club one night if you want me to, and maybe I may even want to myself, I'm still out on that one. I've got no ambition to look like a tart -- and this outfit does that with aplomb!" I replied.

"You're quite right, as always -- never mind, take it off and throw it -- I don't even like it now that you have modelled it for me. It is extremely tacky and I don't think I'd like to be with you if you did ever wear it. However, that leaves me with a problem of what you can wear shopping today, doesn't it."

I duly removed the clothing and put it back neatly in the box whence it came and replaced the tissue paper. "I hope you didn't pay to much for it darling and thank you for thinking of me anyway. Maybe we could keep it for a fantasy night in or for 'Vicar's and Tart's' evening out -- then I would enjoy it I'm sure."

I moved over to my wardrobe and looked at what I had that may be suitable. I found a small tight white jumper that was quite thin and, sans underwear, would allow my nipples to be clearly seen beneath it. It had a deep V neck too which showed a lot of cleavage. I pulled that on to start and then found an old tennis skirt that I had worn in school many years ago. I didn't think it would fit, but I tried it on anyway.

It came to just below my navel at the top and fell in its pleats to about an inch below my pussy, but just allowed the curve of my bum to show from behind when I was standing up straight. Just to finish it off, I got out a pair of white, 3" heeled sandals and put those on too. Standing upright in front if him, I knew that, for him anyway, it had the desired effect.

I could see his slacks tightening above his growing member. I looked in the mirror and yes, this was much better. My nipples were indeed clearly visible and my legs looked sensational, even if I do say so myself.

I strutted around a bit and noted how easily the hem of my skirt allowed for quite a lot of my bum, about half, to be regularly exposed and that any sort of bending would expose it too, and that as I walked you could just see regular but fleeting glimpses of my pussy. I sat on the chair at my dressing table and noted that the hem didn't come underneath me at all. This was going to attract a lot of attention, especially on the stairs or escalators, where I may as well not be wearing anything below my waist at all for what this skirt hid, or rather, didn't.

"Well, my love, what do you think of this -- shows just as much -- but certainly not trashy, wouldn't you agree?" I asked.

"Of course I agree, look what it has done to me already." (I already had!) "Yes, I like it. From now on, I'm not going shopping for you on my own, you are going to have to come and choose, then model, your new wardrobe - because I think we might need a new one for you."

I took my clothes back off and then went over to kiss him on his cheek. "Thank you love." I said.

"You're welcome, but why have you taken those back off again, I thought we were going shopping?"

"In a minute." I replied and started to undo the buttons on his shirt.

About 15 minutes later, and in the shower again, getting ready to go shopping now for real, I was contemplating wearing the outfit I had chosen

'This is really not a good start to my resolve that I was going to become a full time nudist' I thought.

But then, going food shopping in a store as big as Tesco's on a Saturday morning when it would likely be full of kids, wearing nothing at all was very likely to end up with me naked in the police station

Now, I became angry at myself again -- once more as I had done in the past, I had resolved to do something and then I have backed out for sensible, and in this case probably all to reasonable, arguments against my chosen course of action. By the time I had finished in the shower, I was furious with myself.

I got out, towelled myself (sort of) dry and stomped down the stairs. Martin had a look of grave concern on his face as I walked still naked into the lounge.

"What's wrong love, you don't seem to be in a good mood suddenly?"

"Bloody GUTLESS!" I shouted at him, almost in tears. "Just bloody gutless, just like I've been all my damned life -- and here I go again. I hate myself sometimes." I fell on the sofa and burst into tears.

Martin came over and sat on the edge of the sofa and cuddled me, stroking my hair whilst I sobbed.

Eventually, I told him what I thought of myself and continued where I had left off before with...

"Just last Thursday, I committed myself to becoming a full time nudist, doing whatever I had to do, and going wherever I had too, naked. Look at what I asked them in work 'Please Mr. can I come to work naked every day'. What a complete idiot I am -- whatever made me think I had the guts to do such a thing -- even though I love it when I am naked and I think I always have -- I've just never had the guts to admit before, let alone live with my conviction -- I'm just a useless, gutless whining little chicken -- and I don't deserve you." I sobbed anew while he continued to cuddle and reassure me.

"You are none of those things Gina. You are a confident, gorgeous young lady with more spunk than I think I've ever seen in anyone before. Just look what you did last week. You have worn very little for most of the week, and even what you did wear hid very little, if anything at all; then to top it off -- you stood up in front of a bus load of people and challenged them to complain about you doing the same journey the next morning naked."

"And you did it too -- and not only that, you were the lead in work for your Naked Friday. And even more than that again -- you twice went out to KFC naked as the day you were born and with more confidence than I have ever seen you display before. Your problem, my girl, is in your head. If you want to be a full time nudist, and can take the attentions of the police that you're bound to attract, and which I will back you up with as promised, then you can do it -- you just don't need to be talking yourself out of it -- do you?"

Eventually, when I stopped sobbing, I looked up at him and said, "You always know me better than I think I know myself -- don't you." then after a moment said smilingly, "well, maybe not my choice of clothing though!"

He giggled and kissed me, brushing the tears from my face as he did.

I stood up and said, "OK, let's go shopping." I went back upstairs to get my sandals, I liked the way they made my legs looked, and came back down wearing them -- and only them. 

"Come on then -- let's see how much guts I do have then. Promise me you'll bail me out of the nick, yes?"

He laughed out loud this time and, through his laughter said, "That's my girl."

When he had calmed down, he asked -- "Are you still ready to be my Sub?" 

"What do you have in mind now, Master?" I answered with a query of my own.

"You should go upstairs and collect your jumper and skirt. Don't put them on, but put them in a handbag that you can sling on your shoulder. Get your face cleaned up and re-do your make up, then report back to me -- you have 5 minutes." He commanded.

"Yes Master." I said, and turned around to carry out his instructions. I still wasn't feeling quite right, but a lot better than ten minutes ago.

I did as I had been instructed and went back downstairs where Martin was waiting by the front door for me.

He took my handbag and opened the door. "After you Sub." He commanded with a smile, and I duly walked right out the door stark naked for the third time in two days (and naked as I had been now since leaving work on Thursday evening) and waited for him by the car.

He opened the doors and I got in beside him. The smile had returned to my face, my nipples were standing delightfully at attention and I was getting the familiar damp feeling back between my legs. Oh! and my stomach was turning somersaults too!

We drove out of the estate and on to the main road, where Martin turned towards town, and I sat in the car beside him loving the feeling of being outdoors and naked with nothing to cover up with if I wanted to -- at least not without Martin's cooperation anyway.

Just on the outskirts of town, he pulled up at a corner shop cum post office, gave me some money and said, "Go in there and get me a book of first class stamps please, and three A4 brown envelopes."

"Yes Master" I said and opened the car door without hesitation, stepping onto the pavement outside the shop, closing the door behind me.

It was quite a busy little street, and almost as soon as I got out the car I heard a horn beep and presumptuously felt it must have been me that they were beeping at. I looked over my shoulder at the car and they were, so I smiled and waved back at the teenage boys in the car.

I crossed the pavement and opened the door to the shop and a girl just inside the door saw me and her eyes opened wide, her mouth dropping open to emulate her eyes and she said "Bloody hell -- you're naked! Are you OK?"

"Yes, fine thanks, I just needed some envelopes and postage stamps." and as if there was nothing out of the ordinary, I walked past her to a rack full of different sized envelopes and picked up the pack of A4 as Martin had instructed.

I took them to the post office counter area of the shop, placed them on the counter and then asked for a book of stamps.

"First Class?" he asked without looking up from his computer.

"Yes please." I said and it was then that he looked up. He shook his head as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing and stood stock still. "Sorry -- what was it you wanted?" he asked again.

"A book of first class stamps please, how much are they?"

"£4.50" he said, handing the small book to me. "I take it you are aware that you are naked, aren't you?"

I handed him the ten pound note that Martin had given me and replied, "Yes, thank you. And don't forget to take for the envelopes too please."

He turned away from me got my change out of his till and, handing me back my change said, "Just out of curiosity, why exactly are you naked? Are you in some sort of trouble?"

"No, I'm fine actually, and I'm naked because I just love being naked -- I have come to hate the constricting feeling of wearing clothes, so when the weather allows at least, I go naked whenever and wherever I can. I hope that I haven't caused offence?"

He chuckled and then said, "How nice it might be if everyone came shopping like that, sure would brighten my day I suppose. Mind how you go now though, won't you."

I thanked him and turned away from the counter to come face to face with a shop full of people all staring at me. I just smiled and made my way through the throng and out the door, across the footpath and got back in the car.

"Is this all that you wanted, Master?" I asked, handing him my purchases.

He smiled at me broadly and said, "Yes darling, all I wanted and a whole hell of a lot more I can assure you. A hell of a lot more."

We drove on through town and pulled in to Tesco's car park, where Martin found a vacant spot not too far from the store's entrance.

"Well", Martin asked, "What did you think of that then -- your first experience of shopping naked."

"Bloody marvellous -- a complete hoot to be exact -- I loved it. I am, however, ready for a coffee now. Tesco's restaurant?" I said, leaving the question hanging as I opened the car door once again and got out. 

I waited for him and he locked the car, coming around to me and taking me by the hand. Head high and full of confidence, outwardly at least, I walked with Martin across the car park to the store and without hesitation we made our way to the escalator and upstairs to the café.

The shop itself was very busy, but the restaurant was quiet still -- the lunch time crowd weren't there yet, just a bunch of teenagers keeping out of their parents way while they shopped I supposed, and a middle aged couple.

Everyone stared, including those behind the counter, as I walked through. I hadn't had the nerve to look behind as I had walked in and travelled up the escalator, so this was the 'first contact', so to speak, with people inside the store. Martin's hand tightened on mine and I could feel a slight quiver in his grip.




The Aftermath Ch. 01



"Keep it together for me at least, will you?" I pleaded.

A slight nod of his head and slackening of his grip assured me that he would.

"Two Cappuccino's please." he said to the girl behind the counter. She just stood there stock still and staring.

I spoke up then to break the deadlock, "Can we have two Cappuccino's please, and a tray to carry them on?"

The girl seemed to break out of her stare and said, "Trays behind you on your left, and milk, cream, sugar and spoons too if you need them." Then she giggled as she realised what she had said then continued, "Sorry, you won't want milk or cream I suppose will you since your having a Cappuccino -- but may I ask" she paused for a moment, "why are you naked?"

I went through the same old story again and she just said "Cool" and handed us our coffees.

We went off to find an appropriate seat to enjoy our coffee. The table Martin had found was close to the waist high glass surround to the café area and overlooked the main store.

It was kind of surreal to be sitting their looking down on all those people carrying out their weekly shop totally oblivious to the fact that they were being overseen by a totally naked woman. But boy! was it making me feel good!

My heart was thumping away in my chest, my hands a little sweaty from the nerves I was feeling -- but they were totally eclipsed by the buzz and excitement that was coursing through me. Outwardly, I hoped I looked calm and in control while inwardly, I was on the verge of having an orgasm, and I was definitely making a puddle on the chair!

We sat and drank our coffee and just chatted, mainly about what shopping we needed. I didn't think I was making much sense. I was, of course, not concentrating on what shopping we needed -- rather I was trying to make up my mind whether I wanted to continue and actually do our grocery shopping when we finished our coffee or not.

Body screamed yes -- but heart and mind were saying NO -- YOU'LL GET NICKED!

I still hadn't made up my mind when we finished our coffee and I was suddenly conscious of Martin saying to me "What now then love, are we going to do our shopping then?"

"Yes, come on then." came out of my mouth seemingly without my being in control of it.

"Well, the worst that can happen is that we get ourselves arrested I suppose -- let's go then." and Martin stood up from the table and offered me his hand, which I duly took.

I got up and we walked through the restaurant, the computer section and a small part of the clothing section to get back to the elevator.

Up to now, I had been relatively out of site and only seen, to my knowledge, by a small number of people who, as you may expect, stared hard at me.

But now, standing naked except for my shoes at the top of the escalator and being able to look out over the full spread of the store and at how many people, and kids, were in there, I nearly bricked it and chickened out.

Martin felt it in my grip on his hand I think, because he leaned in towards me and said quietly in my ear, "Think about how mad you get when don't do what you wanted because of fear and nerves."

I knew he was right. If I didn't do this now and hang the consequences, I would hate myself. It felt like self-betrayal when I did that and Martin knew how grumpy and angry I became with myself. I took a deep breath, lifted my head and put my shoulders back and stepped onto the escalator to take us down into the main shop. 'I'll just act as if it is quite common for me to be wandering around naked, and just behave as normally as possible.' I thought to myself.

Not too easy, let me tell you, when your nipples are aching with pain and your juices are slowly dribbling down your legs.

As the escalator moved us closer to the main shop floor, more and more people started to notice me, there were the inevitable stares, but fewer than I expected, and one or two whistles and grins, some of them a bit leering, but mostly people seemed embarrassed at looking at me.

Finally, we stepped off the escalator onto the main floor and I said, "I'll go get us a trolley, shall I?" 

"Do you want me to come with you, or shall I go and check out the veggies while you do it?" Martin asked.

Now was going to be my main test, I thought. "I'll go, but please try not to let me out of your site just to ensure that I'm safe; yes?" I said.

"OK, I know I can see you from the veg stall, so you'll be OK and no, I won't let you out of my site -- not for a long time yet while you're naked. I may get enough confidence to do it one day, but not right now."

I kissed his cheek, said "Wish me luck then." and walked off on my own to get a trolley.

They were just outside the shop in a kind of rack, so I walked out the door and down the length of the rack to collect one. I had forgotten that you had to put a coin in the handle to release one from the string of trolleys in the rack and, of course, I didn't have one.

I was about to go and get one from Martin when this man came up to me, obviously getting a trolley for himself and said, "Good morning -- short of quid (slang for a pound) for a trolley are we?"

I giggled a little and replied, "Yes, actually, I forgot I didn't have a pocket to put one in! I was just going to get one from my hubby -- he's just collecting our veggies in the shop."

"Here", he said, have mine -- I've got another one here somewhere. Aren't you a little cold undressed like that though?"

"No" I said and smiled at him, " and thank you kindly, both for the coin and kind thoughts."

I put the coin in the slot and retrieved a trolley then I waited for him to get his, just to be sure he did indeed have another 'quid' in his pocket. While he got one, he introduced himself as Terry and asked the inevitable question, "Why are you naked anyway?" but for a change added "not that I'm complaining of course".

"I had to do it for work this week -- some team building thing where we had a 'naked Friday', and in practising for it at home all week so that I didn't embarrass myself too much in front of my colleagues, I found I really like being naked and I like it even better outdoors, so I have decided that I will be a 'total nudist'. Today is really my first day and I can't deny that I am very nervous about it -- hence the nipple erection suggesting I'm cold I suppose -- and I hope that there are lots more considerate people like yourself around who will just accept me as I am. And thank you so, so much for that -- it's a great confidence booster!"

We walked back into the shop together and found Martin just by the veggies, almost where I had left him, but now with his arms full of groceries waiting for the trolley. He put them in and I introduced him to Terry, telling him about the pound and asked him to reimburse him for his trouble. Terry wouldn't take the proffered pound coin, saying he would gladly pay that every time he came shopping if he could chat to a beautiful naked young woman, and he wandered off smiling broadly.

The rest of our shopping was, surprisingly, relatively normal -- lots of people hurriedly looking away when they caught my eye as if ashamed of staring, but it was interesting at the till. I don't know if it was planned by Martin, but he picked an isle with a young man at the till who was quite flustered while we put the shopping through. Good job he didn't have to tot the bill up himself -- he'd never have got it right!

Just as we were finished on the till and about to walk back to our car, a man in a suit came up to us and introduced himself as the manager. He was in his mid fifty's I suppose, with receding and slightly greying hair, thin, but looking lean and fit.

"Good afternoon Madam, Sir; we would like you to know that we value all of our customers equally, but we would be extremely grateful if, when you shop with us in future, that you come, shall we say more appropriately, dressed for the occasion -- we don't want to frighten the children now do we?" he said.

I have to admit that I blushed bright red at this -- and was about to speak when Martin stepped in in front of me...

"My wife," he said, "and I for that matter, have shopped here for many a year and have seen sights far more 'frightening' to children than the countenance of my wife here could ever possibly be, however she is dressed. In case you may be interested, this is not some kind of dare, the result of a stupid bet or something, nor is she intending to shock or embarrass anyone -- the reason she is dressed as she is ...." And he went on and on explaining about Naked Friday and how I found I enjoyed my nudity, wherever I happened to be, and that he was happy to support me blah blah blah... until the manager was looking quite sheepish. Eventually Martin finished up with... "So, are we welcome to come here again, dressed or otherwise?"

"Well, now that you have put it like that, and explained your reasons are not really perverse, as one can only initially assume, yes I suppose you would be welcomed back, but may I suggest that you choose the timing of your visits to a less busy day and/or period? At least until people get a bit more used to it? And even then, Sir, I shall have to ask you to leave if someone should complain; oh, and you won't be matching her dress sense I hope? You surely understand that you are actually breaking the law, don't you?"

"There is also a law that allows for freedom of expression, and if necessary, that will be something that we will fight out in Court -- and no, I can't guarantee that I won't be emulating my wife's state of dress and it would be sexist of you to suggest that if you accept her nudity you wouldn't equally accept mine." Martin responded.

"Well, I shall bear that in mind in the future, and we do look forward to, err, seeing, you again in the future, all we ask is that you take some care and consider our other customers. Bye for now then." he said and walked away from us shaking his head from side to side, but I could still see the huge grin he had on his face.

Obviously, he had enjoyed looking at me (I had noticed the bulge in his trousers) but had fulfilled his duties in speaking with us. It could have been a damned site worse I suppose, so I should be grateful to him for his consideration. Now, I could start breathing normally again and try to bring Martin back down from his obvious, albeit very controlled, anger.

We continued out of the shop, he was pushing the trolley, and I linked arms with him. I couldn't suppress my smile though, and boy, was I proud of him!

"That could have gone a lot worse, I suppose, and darling, thank you so much for your support; I love you so much you know, and I'm very proud of you." I said.

He seemed to relax a little then and smiled at me. "It could have been a hell of a lot worse, but at least he did not ban us outright, so we can come back again now, can't we."

"Hmm, and to tell you the truth, the sooner the better -- I so much enjoyed that." I said.

Walking across the car park arm in arm with Martin, I almost forgot I was naked. It was only when a car beeped it's horn at me that I remembered and I said to Martin "I forgot I was naked for a minute then -- I must be getting used to it already."

Martin laughed at that and said "Well, I haven't forgotten, and I'm quite wet inside these slacks, I do love you being naked you know, it feels wonderful having a gorgeous naked lady on my arm wherever I go!" 

"I'm glad you like it too, and I want to be with you just as I am right now. What time is it?" I asked.

"Just coming up to 11:30, why?" he said, looking at his watch and letting the trolley get away from him a little (their always awkward!). 

"What about we go somewhere for an early lunch then, maybe the Mayflower pub, I've heard they do a good dinner menu in there."

"OK, but what about the freezer stuff, won't we have to get that back into the freezer first?"

"We can do that on the way then." I said happily.

We loaded our shopping into the car and off we went. It didn't take long to get home and Martin and I took a couple of bags each into the house, and I left him there filling the freezer while I went to get remaining bags from the car. I really was quite comfortable with my nudity now, not once thinking about it while walking back and forth to the car.

When we had finished, I was about to return to the car when Martin took hold of my waist and asked, "Have we time for a quick one before lunch? -- I need some relief here you know."

I turned around in the hallway and kissed him hard on his lips, "Do it to me right here right now please!" I begged him.

He pushed the door closed and we made rough and delightful love on the stairs -- again!

When we were done, and had gone up to the bathroom to clean ourselves up, I asked, "Why did you close the door love? I fancied doing it in the open air, or nearly open air anyway."

"Being naked in public is one thing -- you may end up with a Caution or even a small fine if someone whinges, but making out in public is likely to get you a jail sentence, and if someone had seen us through the open door, they probably would have complained about that, and at the minute they are accepting us aren't they, which is very fortunate."

"I suppose your right -- again." I said grumpily.

We went off to the pub and they had a little moan to start with, but then they gave us a table out of the way a little so we weren't too visible, and served us our lunch.

The girl who served us was, as can be expected I suppose, full of questions about me and looked intrigued rather than annoyed or angry about me, and she made me feel very welcome.

When we finished, we paid our bill and the girl said, "I hope you come again, it's been nice serving you this afternoon, and maybe I'll try this naked thing some day -- I quite fancy it now."

We said our 'Thanks' and I promised I would indeed come again, and maybe next time we wouldn't be pushed out of the way of everyone.

"I'll speak to the boss about it then." she said, smiling.

As we left, we said thank you to the manager and the others behind the bar, getting predictably odd looks from the few customers at the bar, and then just drove straight home, where we remained for the rest of the day and all day on Sunday.



The Aftermath Ch. 02



Please read "Homerun" by SA222 in the "mature" section and Chapter 1 as necessary background.

To my readers, thank you for your feedback. I requested that "the Aftermath" be filed in "Non Erotic" but the editors put it in "Incest".

I promise to get Chapter three posted shortly.

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The next morning was one of those rare cold dreary, drizzly late spring mornings. The sky was foreboding, the clouds hung low and heavy but I was chipper. I was on top of the world just like a senior in high school should be. After all, who is smarter than a high school senior and I was verifiably smart. I had the world by the tail and had given it a good shake yesterday. That piss ant of an ex-friend of mine named "Sean" had had his tail feathers pulled and I had done the pulling. I was feeling tall and proud of myself as I showered and dressed for school.

I heard the phone ring while I was scrubbing my teeth. Mom apparently got it because it stopped ringing after the second ring. I finished dressing, grabbed my back bag and skipped downstairs for breakfast with mom. The table was set and the oatmeal with raisins and toast were ready. Mom was dressed and having her cup of coffee at the table already. As I pulled out my chair, I complained about not liking oatmeal, especially with the raisins cooked in to it.

"Mom, why can't I just have some corn flakes? I hate oatmeal. You know that. Then you go mess it up even worse with raisins."

"Hush up Josh. Oatmeal is good for you and you know that." She seemed a bit more disgruntled than necessary. She was back in her 'mom' mode of operating. I had expected a very chipper, very friendly Mom after what I had done for her yesterday. Parent's just like to lord it over us, especially when it comes to food.

I put two heaping spoonfuls of sugar on the oatmeal to make it taste better. Then I looked up at her and said, "Mom, are you Okay this morning?" She seemed a little out of it. Usually she had a smile for me but no smile this morning. I knew something was up but wondered what. I thought the issue with Sean was history. It was for me at least, or at lest I thought so.

"Sean's mom was on the phone just now." She looked down into her coffee cup.

"Well?"

"She is dropping out of the carpool. She wouldn't say exactly why other than Sean apparently won't ride in a car with you again. Something really got him mad at you. I guess his losing those incriminating pictures and losing the five hundred dollar bet he had going is what did it." She paused.

"It's ok with me. He's a piss ant. After what he was trying to do to you and me, I don't care if we never speak again." I was secretly glad because I hated him now. I never did really like him but he was part of the carpool and the baseball team this year.

"Her pulling out will be a burden for me." Mom sighed.

"Mom, I got a bike and maybe dad will let me get a car with the money I've been saving from the paper route I had for three years in middle school. You all promised me a car for college so it would only be a few months from now that you would have been getting me a car anyways." I spoke with some hope. I wanted a car but my parents wouldn't let me get one up to now. Many of the other seniors had cars but parking at school was really tight. I was sure money was not the issue, just my parent's controlling.

"You ride your bike for the time being and be careful. The traffic is heavy in the mornings. When you father gets home this weekend we can talk to him. I'm in favor of you getting a car and I think we can afford a used one." She smiled at me. "After all, I do owe you but we can't tell your dad why. I'll be positive and support you but be careful how we do it. We cannot be seen as ganging up on him."

The rain began a lot harder. "Mom, can you take me today, just this once more. It's your turn to drive anyway. I don't want to get soaked. Oh yeah, was there anything more that Sean's mom said that would indicate that she knew about our problems with Sean?"

"No. I asked her directly what Sean was mad at you about. She claimed Sean wouldn't tell her. He was just angry at you and she was angry with Sean because he wouldn't tell her. In fact, she told him to catch the city bus or walk to school because she wasn't going to take him just because he didn't want to sit in the same car as you. She seemed to be truly put out with him. I hope she and I can remain on good terms. We have been good friends for years now."

"Good, I hope he gets soaked and catches pneumonia." I declared somewhat jovially. "He brought it on himself." I was hoping other bad things would happen to him."

I got to school only to find a fresh graffiti spray painted on my locker door. It said "Fink". A small lock had been put on my locker so I couldn't get into my locker where I had a completed report for my science class. I went to the principal's office and a security guard came back with me to cut the lock off my locker door.

"Who do you think did this to you and why?" He inquired of me.

"What difference would it make if I told you?" I grumbled back. "I'll just be the subject of more retaliation if you get involved."

"Look," He pushed me into the lockers gently but firmly, his hands on my shoulders. "You got a problem and I got the solution. No one will ever know you told me. I'll just keep a close watch on things for you. Whoever did this may already be in some sort of mischief and may already be on my "watch" list. I do a lot of investigating for the principal and the school board. A good relationship with the students and parents in this school is how we keep the lid on most problems. What kind of crap did you do to him anyway?" He made sense to me and I wanted Sean to get into trouble. I especially wanted Sean to get in trouble I didn't cause. If I wasn't identified as the cause of his problems, so much the better. 

"Okay, I'll tell you but you got to keep it a secret if you can. I think it is Sean Tanner. He's a senior like me. He's mad at me because of some personal things I can't tell you about. He's a real piss ant and was planning to get my whole family in trouble on account of his making a stupid bet he can't pay off." I wasn't going to tell him anything more.

The buzzer rang and I had to run to class.

At lunch break, I saw Jason talking with some girls. Sean was no where to be seen. I slipped over to Jason and joined the group. I knew the girls so it was natural for me to join in. After some talk about nothing important, one of the girls pushed me on the shoulder, grinned and said, "So, Josh, when are you going to invite me out on a hot date?" All the girls laughed because they knew I hardly dated at all and had never even kissed one of them.

"Well, thanks to a very close friend of mine, a really hot experienced woman, she is going to teach me how to treat you girls to a really romantic and hot time. So be on your guard. I grinned and blushed all at the same time. We all laughed.

"So are you going to be the new senior class Romeo, huh?" laughed the girls. "Just who is going to teach you and how much are you going to learn. Are you going to lose your virginity in this sex education thingee with this hot woman?" They all laughed some more. I think they were laughing at me rather than with me now. 

I was getting embarrassed and a little put off. "Look, all I have to say is this." I looked each one directly in the eye in turn. "When I do ask one of you out for a nice date, you better be on the pill because I will seduce you and I don't want any little Josh juniors around for a long time." I smiled and winked at each one individually. I stared at each one's boobs. This got them all silent but then they giggled. "So give me a couple of weeks to perfect my seduction prowess then who knows which of you will be first.

With that I looked over at Jason. "I need to talk to you about some private stuff. Come on Jason; (I pulled on his shirt.) let's cool it with this hen party." I had never talked to girls like that before. Maybe watching Sean had given me a new sense of appreciation and interest in the personal things about the opposite sex. Of course, what mom had planned was going to help to take away a lot of my anxiety, or at least I really hoped it would. 

I got Jason aside for a few minutes and asked him if he had any information for me. He did.

"Look, Josh, this has to be kept secret." He whispered.

"I know, I know. Come on. What did you find out?"

"Okay, look, Sean is really pissed. He is going to have to come up with five hundred bucks or get his ass beat. He tried to weasel out of the bet but he couldn't get out of it. There were five or six guys that had heard him brag about the bet. They all are going to be part of beating him up if he doesn't show pictures or the money by the first of the week. They are tired of his bragging about a lot of stuff then not producing. Sean didn't say anything about having had the pictures and you deleting them. I guess he is too proud or embarrassed to admit you know and did the 'one up' on him." He continued. 

"Josh, I would be seriously careful if I were you. He may try to get back at you someway or other. I wouldn't put it past him to catch you off guard and accidentally let a bat slip out of his hands at practice so be careful. He could really hurt you if he thought he could get away with it." I noted that Sean was afraid of getting law enforcement involved.

I thanked him and we went on to afternoon classes.

My science teacher asked me to stay after my last class to go over my report and the work in my notebook in which I recorded my experiments done in class. Sean was in that same class but never even acknowledged that I existed. I was perfectly happy to be done with him. Sean left with all the others. Mr. Craft, he's my science teacher, and I spent about thirty minutes together. He complimented me on my electronics science project report.

When I got home, I checked the mailbox out in front of our house. I always do this in case mom forgot. There was only a single plain envelope with my name on it in the mailbox. There was no return address. I went on up to my room. After I dumped my book bag and emptied my over full bladder, I opened it. Inside there was another smaller sealed envelope with a single piece of paper. The slip of paper was blank except for some lines and a single large black dot put on by an indelible pen with the ink soaked through to the back of the paper. It had been torn off a larger piece of paper. I didn't recognize the paper as the kind we used at school. It looked like paper from a personalized note pad as the paper was slightly tinted bluish. I smelled the paper and it had a slight strange odor. I couldn't place the smell but it was not entirely unfamiliar. Maybe it was of body lotion or powder or maybe even aftershave. I couldn't tell. 

Our American history class had just completed a brief study of crime in America and the role of organized crime. The single black dot historically was a warning by the Mafia that a contract had been put out on the recipient. I couldn't believe my life was in danger but whoever sent this to me was pretty angry. The only person I knew of who was angry was Sean. I decided to save this 'evidence'. I didn't know what for but I liked the idea.

I went down stairs to the kitchen. Mom was not home yet. I got a plastic sandwich bag and put the two different size envelopes and the piece of paper in the bag. Then I labeled the bag including the date and time I got it. There had been no other mail so I guess mom had had got the mail out of the box before she went to work. I guess the envelope had been put in our mailbox sometime after 9 am and before I got home from school at 4:30 pm. I was enjoying being the detective assigned to my own case. 

I knew Sean knew I had to stay after class so he had opportunity to put that harassing note in our mailbox after school. He was mad at me so he had 'reason'. I figured he had done it. I was somewhat amused rather than afraid. My mind began to work on how to use this to pay him back.

Nothing happened the rest of the day. I went out to shoot hoops with some friends that (Friday) night and then hung around with them doing nothing much until about nine pm. The rain had gone away and the air was cold so I went on home again.

"Mom, when is dad scheduled to get back?" I queried her after I got home.

"He's due back tonight. He's going to get back a day early. His plane is schedule to arrive about 10:30 so he should be home before midnight. I'll be so glad he is back. Some day you will understand how much you will miss your future wife and family. I need him so much." She smiled at me. I was glad to see her smile.

"How did your day go, Josh?"

"It was just another day at school." I replied. "Nothing unusual happened. Well, one thing of interest. Mr. Craft, my science teacher complimented me my experiments in science class. He thinks I would do well in a science related field. I turned in my science project report to and got a really good grade and compliments to. Actually, I am thinking more about being some type of investigator. I love solving mysteries. I think I would like to be a private or police detective. There is science involved and the intrigue and, of course, the opportunity to uncover the truth and bring the bad guys to justice." I was thinking of my first case being Sean. I said nothing about the graffiti, the lock on my locker and the note in the mailbox, now well hidden between the mattress and coil springs of my bed.

"Mom, remember to give dad a really hot welcome home. Remember what I told you about spicing up your love life with dad." I grinned at her. "Don't you let him think you don't appreciate him? You know what I mean." I eased over to her and gave her a real kiss on her lips. She responded.

"I know what you mean, Josh, and don't you ever kiss me that way again without my permission. We both can get into trouble we don't need right now. I really enjoy your show of affection and your hot lips on mine but we have to be very careful not to reveal anything in any way."

"I agree, mom. Now tell my about what that other thing is you are planning for my 'education'. You know, the kind of education you agreed to help me with."

"Well today, I visited the "Big View" electronics store in the mall. I told them I needed a secret home surveillance system with two micro cameras. They were very helpful. I have the complete outfit upstairs in the original boxes in your closet. I want you to read all the instructions tonight. Tomorrow, I will get your dad out of the house for a couple of hours. You make an excuse to be gone the same time. When we leave you can install and test the system. I'll give you a call before we return as a warning. Just be sure he doesn't see the cameras because that would be a disaster and we don't need any more disasters, or near disasters." She winked at me and fluffed up her breasts. 

"Josh, take my car and go get something to eat for the three of us. Dad will want something to eat and drink when he gets home. I will be his desert and he will be my desert. You have no need to worry about that. You have to buy your own desert tonight." Mom handed me her charge card and car keys.

"Mom, you didn't answer my question about what else you had planned. That was in addition to the surveillance stuff." I wanted to know now.

"I will tell you in due time. Plans have to be made and they are not made completed yet. Just hold on to your horses, keep your mouth shut and you will be very pleased with the educational experiences you will get." I noted with pleasure that she had used the pleural 'experiences' rather than the singular. I couldn't think of what she had in mind but it was more than one.

I grabbed the keys off the key rack and headed out to the Rancher's Steak House. I knew they had great take out steak and all the fixings.

We waited up for dad to get home. Finally right at midnight he pulled into the garage. Mom and I had eaten and were sitting on the couch watching the travel channel on TV. We heard the garage door opening. We both jumped up to go greet him in the garage. 

Mom got to him first and molded into him with deep French kiss with her hands around his chest. He responded, rubbing himself on her tummy. They kissed for over a minute as her hands caressed his back then his face and his dropped to her butt to pull her tight to himself. This was the first really sensual embrace I had seen them perform. I was pleased and watched carefully.

Then it was my turn to give and take a quick hug from my dad. I grabbed one of his bags and we went inside. We all exchanged pleasantries and agreed how we were all glad he was home.

"Dad, we got a nice steak and all the fixings for you. Mom has some wine in the fridge. Sit down." I pushed him gently onto the couch then pulled his shoes off. "After you relax a little mom will get you your supper. I have some homework to do upstairs in my bedroom. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Nothing serious, mind you, just some 'bonding'. I learned that word while you were gone. Now, you and mom enjoy each other. She needs you and I bet you need her just as much. I'm off now." I winked at mom so that dad didn't see me wink.

I took off up the stairs two at a time but stopping at the top long enough to turn and see dad stand and take mom in his arms. They kissed and I heard them murmuring about how glad he was home and how much they each missed each other. I slipped to the floor to watch them just like I had watched mom and Sean a couple of nights before. I had switched off the hall lights so I was practically invisible again. 

They were embracing and kissing. Mom pressed her pelvis into dad's and they both grabbed the others butt to press away all the space between them.

I saw them move up and down and back and forth as dad kissed mom's neck and nibbled her ear. I watched closely and wished the cameras were in place already. Dad began to unbutton mom's blouse. Slowly he unbuttoned each button as they rubbed together and kissed each others lips and nibbled necks.

Finally, mom's blouse was undone and dad pulled it gently off her shoulders and torso, throwing it on the chair. He kissed her upper breasts, shoulders and neck then massaged her marvelous breasts with both hands. She moaned in appreciation. Dad reached around her back and quickly and easily undid her bra. I noted he was skilled at this and never missed a beat. I compared that to how Sean couldn't get it undone and mom had finally had to undo it herself. As dad pulled her bra forward, he kissed her breasts and threw the bra on the chair. Now her magnificent breasts were on full display. I could see everything she had. She was truly beautiful. I envied Sean yet hated him. Mom did something different than with Sean. She cupped and lifted her slightly sagging breasts, threw her shoulders back and with more than a whisper said.

"Kiss my titties. Suck my nipples. I need you so awful much, my love."

Dad rapidly shed his coat then just as quickly had his shirt and tie off. All the while, Dad had his eyes on mom as she massaged her wonderful breasts and played with her nipples, rolling them between her fingers and thumbs and moaning. Her eyes were fixed on dads. I saw her lick her lips erotically. She was really teasing dad.

Dad stepped forward again and took her hands, placing them on his now bare chest over his protruding nipples. Dad had a small amount of hair on his chest and especially around his nipples. He leaned over, cupped and lifted her breasts gently then kissed around each or her areola. I noted how her nipples were already hard and now the outer edges of her areolas were peaking in little sharp mounds. Her light pinkish brown spots were tightly wrinkled. He kissed around them as he massaged her breasts. I could see his fingers mashing into her soft white beautiful fleshy breasts. I yearned to experience the sensation dad was getting. I was getting a stiffy. 




The Aftermath Ch. 02



On Monday morning, we got up as usual for a weekday and went through our normal routines, except that this morning I didn't even think of dressing, I just put on my shoes.

When I thought about it later, I had been completely naked since Thursday last when I left work for the day, and I had been perfectly comfortable the whole time, and was just as comfortable now. As I said goodbye to Martin, he asked if I had put a dress or something in my bag, just in case the response from work about working naked all the time was a negative one.

I hadn't, and I said I didn't think I would need it -- if I'm not allowed to, I'll either have to come home to get something to wear or they will have to put up with me for another day, and I'll dress thereafter. I did so much hope that they would all agree.

I kissed him and then walked out the door and down the street to the bus stop.

The usual people were at the bus stop waiting and they smiled when I arrived in the same naked condition that I had been last Friday morning, but just seemed to accept it. They were more chatty than would normally be the case though, just like they were on Friday, which made me think how my nudity was breaking down the inhibited nature of people not to talk to even relative strangers.

Most mornings, no one ever spoke, but my nakedness seemed to be breaking that cycle quite nicely and people were chatting away and joking (not at my expense I may add) with each other. The bus arrived a few minutes after I got to the stop and I boarded as usual. There was a different driver today, a woman at that, and as I got on she said "You can't come on here like that you know."

"I can't come on here like what?" I asked, "What is it that I've done to prevent me?"

"You're naked!" she spat back at me.

"Oh, is that all? My fellow travellers don't mind" and I turned to the passengers and directed it at them, "do you?"

Turning back to face the driver I said, "They were all happy with it on Friday, so why not today -- or have you never seen yourself naked in a mirror before?" and I then showed her my bus pass and walked away down the bus. 

She started to shout after me and the guy who had been behind me getting on chastised her for her narrow mindedness and that all the regular passengers were happy with my attire, "So leave her alone." he finished.

Louisa, the woman who had been dubious about me last week, called to me and patted the seat next to her, so I went to sit with her. "Good morning, how are you today?" I asked as I sat down.

"I'm fine, thank you." she said. "And, I had a very interesting conversation with my husband about you on the weekend and we did some looking around on the internet. I have found that there are thousands of people around the world like yourself, those who like to be just naked, and those who like to be naked in public specifically -- exhibitionism it's called -- so it is not as unusual or weird as I had expected it to be. After reading all that stuff on the computer, my hubby said to me why don't you try it around the house for a while, then you'll see what all the fuss is about and how relevant and accurate your concerns and, now previous, inhibitions have been. Well, to cut a long story short, I did go about the house naked on Saturday afternoon, and I now see the enjoyment that you get from it -- it is indeed liberating, so I have changed my opinion from that of last week. I don't have the courage to show myself off like you are, but I did feel that it was enjoyable. We are thinking of going to a clothes optional beach someday, or a club, a Naturist club nearby, to see what it is like to be naked in the outdoors. I'm quite excited about trying it too, so maybe soon I'll have something else to tell you. It was quite an interesting weekend for other, albeit related, reasons too -- hubby, and for that matter me too, were quite turned on by the experience. What I'm trying to say, in a round about way, is sorry for making it difficult for you last week, and thank you for showing my another way of living and," and she whispered, "for giving me one of the most sexy weekends I've had in a very long time."

I took her hand and said, "Thank you for that, and for your support last week. It was a little easier for me to start going naked, I suppose, as I have always liked skimpy clothes and lots of attention anyway, but I do hope you will try it a bit more, and maybe you could come naked yourself one day until you get to your stop when you can dress, and that you enjoy it as much as Martin and I do. It would be lovely to have a travelling companion too."

"Maybe I shall some day, that would be something wouldn't it -- two of us naked on a public bus!" and she kissed my cheek.

The remainder of the journey went much as it did last week, so nothing to report otherwise there, and the walk into work was pretty much the same, a few car horns, and shouted encouragements, mostly anyway, and then I was once again crossing the car park to the office complex.

The building receptionist was quite surprised to see me naked once again and she said "I thought it was only Friday we would have naked people about, what's happening today then?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary, just a normal working day today as far as I know, and good morning to you too." 

"Why are you naked again, not that I'm complaining of course, I think you look sexy as hell and I wish I had your guts -- especially since you don't appear to have brought anything to cover yourself up with if you need to."

"I just found during the course of last week that I love being naked and just accepted for it, so I asked Friday evening if I could work naked all the time. They are going to decide today if I can or not, so I may be here naked every day -- would you be OK with that?"

"Yes, it would -- like I said I think you're gutsy and sexy as hell, and I love your bald pussy, if I may call it that. But, what if they don't agree to allow it -- what happens then 'cause you don't have anything to dress in do you?" she asked.

"No, I don't -- I thought I would just take the chance that it would be OK. If they don't I'll either have to go get something or they will have to put up with me for another day, won't they."

She smiled again and said, "See you later then, I hope."

I walked through to our office space and put my bag on the back of my chair, and then went to the kitchen, just the same as any other day, to make a cup of tea.

Rachel was in there already, and she asked "What the hell are you doing here naked again today -- you do know it was only Friday that was supposed to be a naked day don't you?"

I said yes and went through the same spiel as I had outside, and then asked "Will you be OK with that, I do hope so 'cause I love it so much -- the exhilaration, freedom and complete comfort of it is like a drug -- I can't get enough of it, not to mention how good it is for my sex life!" and I smiled one of those knowing smiles at her.

"I can't say it will be easy, not in the beginning I suppose, you are a distraction after-all, but I guess I will be OK with that. When are they going to make this momentous decision?"

"I expect they will broach it during the normal Monday meeting when we have the de-brief from Friday's adventures." I replied.

I sat opposite her and it was only then that, once again, I noticed how my juices were flowing again. I looked down at my thighs and could see my pussy glistening a little from my juices. When I looked up again, I noticed Rachel looking too, and she had a smile on her face that hadn't quite reached her lips yet -- like Mona Lisa a little bit I thought. "Anything wrong Rach?" I asked.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare -- I just couldn't help noticing again how pretty your pussy is, especially when it's glistening like that -- it looks like it's covered in a silver dusting."

"Hmmm, now you mention it, I suppose it does, and no I don't mind if you look if your thinking that -- if I did I would be dressed, wouldn't I?" I said.

"Have you been naked all weekend then?" she enquired.

"Yes, and Martin and I went shopping on Saturday in Tesco's and then had lunch in a pub out in the country after that, but the rest of the weekend we just stayed home. I think both of us were a bit knackered after last weeks games, so we needed to recharge our batteries on Sunday ready for another week in work."

Her mouth opened and closed for a moment while she digested the implications of what I had just said and then, "You mean you went to Tesco's, naked, to do your shopping -- how come you weren't arrested for God's sake?"

"Yes, I did -- and it was OK actually. We went upstairs first of all to get a coffee, then we just did our shopping as normal. When we finished and were on our way out, the Manager did speak with us, but apart from being little flustered, he was OK too. We got some remarks and stares, of course, but I just ignored them. And, Martin was so supportive too -- he's bloody gorgeous you know!" I said in reply.

The others started to come in then and they all, of course, noticed my nakedness, but didn't seem too bothered by it at all, which I was obviously happy with of course. At 9:00, we all went into the main office and gathered around the conference table, chatting away together quite normally until Robert interrupted us and said, "Shall we get started then?" to which we all agreed we should.

"Obviously, the first thing on the agenda this morning is last Friday's -- adventure -- shall we call it, and how it went.

He did not mention my nudity at this point, which I thought was thoughtful of him.

He continued, "The production company was more than happy with us -- it was the first time that they had a 100% compliance from any company that they have run the project with. Now that we have done that, do you think it was a success and do you feel it helped us to get to know each other better. Can we bond as a good working team any better now do you think?" he asked no-one in particular.

Donna was the first to offer an opinion. "Eventually, when Gina had spoken to me and I had undressed properly too, I did find it worthwhile and I did enjoy it -- clearly not as much as Gina" and she nodded in my direction and smiled, " has done, since she has come to work naked again today. I certainly feel more relaxed today, and I feel more prepared to discuss difficult subjects with people, so I suppose it has been of benefit; and thank you Gina."

Most of the others made similar comments, no-one was negative anyway, and I didn't say anything at all for the time being, feeling that my countenance was speaking for me.

Gerald said, when we had all finished with our comments, "That is more positive than I had expected, and thank you all for participating so fully -- I think the day went very well."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "I suppose there is no escaping this, as you can all see Gina has come to work naked again today -- not planned as I'm sure you all appreciate. However, she did stay back for a private word with me on Friday. She said how much she had enjoyed the experience and asked if she could work naked every day from now on. This is not something that affects just myself or the business, so I want to put that issue up for discussion next. Does anyone object to Gina's nudity on a daily basis, indeed, there may be some others of you who would consider doing likewise, and do any of you think it may be detrimental to the business, which of course has to take precedence?"

To cut a long story short -- there were quite a lot of comments made and, delightfully for me, all positive, and, surprisingly, even Donna said she wouldn't mind coming naked now and then either, they all agreed pretty much without reservation.

Robert then said to me, in particular, but the group overall, "In that case Gina, I look forward to seeing more of you every day and yes, you may come to work naked if you wish -- but with a couple of proviso's tacked onto that. Firstly, it must not interfere with your normal work -- you will still have to attend to people in reception for instance, and if necessary, you may be asked to go to other sites as you have in the past and you did on Friday. Now, you can either keep something here to wear in such cases, or you can do it naked if you don't have something to wear, but you will have to decide that. Your nudity will not be an excuse to not do any of those things then. Also, if anyone of the staff, including me, do find your state of dress, or otherwise, awkward, you will have to dress from that point on. All agreed?"

There were a series of yes's from around the table and Donna, again very surprisingly, asked, "And may I be included in that also?" to which Robert replied, "Well, it would be difficult to say no -- so with the same proviso's, if any of you wish to come naked then you are welcome to do so. After all, I did start this so I suppose I have to put my money where my mouth is so to speak. To be honest, I found it very exhilarating too, so don't be too surprised if I too am naked some days. Now, onto more normal business then."

I stepped in at this point by standing up and I was very conscious for a moment that, with Gerald directly across the narrow table from me, my bald vulva and pussy was right in his eye-line and very close, but it only lasted for a moment.

"I want to thank you all for being so supportive and understanding, not just for Friday or for what you have agreed this morning, but the way you all were with me last week. I have to say it has radically changed my life and I don't want to go back to the one I had before. Now I know I am going to enjoy working here so much more than I had been, enjoyable that it was anyway, but how much better will it be now, and Richard, I promise I won't let you down. Thank you all so much."

As I sat down a tear ran down my cheek , I had become quite emotional following all the kind remarks and obvious support that people had given me. I couldn't wait to telephone Martin with this brilliant news.

The day went quite well after that -- nothing too out of the ordinary happened but I did have to go out front when we had a three deliveries of registered mail from different carriers that needed to be signed for. Donna kindly asked if I wanted her to go get them the first time as she was dressed, but I said that I had bargained for just such an eventuality and that I was happy to get on with, after all, the sooner the regular visitors to the office complex new about the naked workforce in the architects place, the better and easier it would become.

I spent the day generally unconscious of my nudity, but that didn't stop me getting wet during the course of the day and by lunchtime I had to go and 'relieve' the itch in my pussy. I managed to do it quietly though this time.

When it came time to go home for the day, I happily packed away my desk and was really looking forward to my journey home. I needed to be reminded that from now on my life was going to be different and that I was naked in public again; I craved that intense feeling of being just 'on the edge', it's the best way I can think to describe it, even though I was quite comfortable now being naked.

As I said my goodbyes to my colleagues, I wondered what would happen and if I would still have the confidence that I thought I had to carry on this naked in public way of life I now craved or would I chicken out like I had done with so many things in the past and then hated myself for not having the courage of my convictions.

I walked across the car park of the complex and turned right, as usual, and crossed the road at the crossing a little further on, to the delight of a couple of men in the van that had stopped for me. I smiled and gave a little finger wave of thanks to them as I crossed.

Now normally I would have turned left to carry on to the bus stop, but for reasons I cannot determine, I turned right instead and started walking back the way I had just come and towards the town centre.

I had gone past the entrance to the office block where I worked and suddenly thought 'what the hell are you doing here?'

I stopped and started to turn, then again changed my mind and continued on my way. I knew then that I was going to walk the 200 yards or so to the roundabout junction where a McDonald's was located, get a coffee to drink and then walk back again to the bus stop. I knew that I just wanted to extend my time naked on the streets further than just walking to the bus stop and then home from the other end.

This then was something else that was new. When I had gone on the bus before I had the consent of the people travelling on it beforehand, and when we all went to KFC I had not been alone, neither in the Tesco store -- so this was entirely new and the closer I got to McDonald's the more I felt that tingling feeling, because now I was quite alone, nothing to cover up with and I was walking the main road with the intention of entering a public establishment completely naked.

Now my pussy really was dripping wet with the anticipation of it. I stopped a moment and called Martin.

"Hello love, anything wrong?" he asked when he answered his 'phone.

"No" I said, "I just wanted to ask how close you are to finishing work and would you be able to pick me up at McDonald's by the roundabout at work?"

"What the fuck are you doing there -- I thought you went to work without anything to wear today, or has someone loaned you something to put on?" He sounded frightened.

"Well" I began, "I was walking to the bus stop and when I came to the crossing instead of continuing on towards it after crossing the road, I turned the other way. I had gotten all the way back to just outside work when I realised what I had done, and then I saw McDonald's and decided I would go get a coffee, and no, I don't have a stitch on -- I am as naked now as when I left for work this morning. And it's no good shouting at me for it -- I just had to do it and I'm loving it. So, can you?"

"I've got to see this! But bloody hell, you're taking a bit of a risk aren't you?" he asked.

"I suppose I am, but I may as well get things like this out of the way so that I can go about naked with confidence in myself sooner rather than later, besides, it's turning me on so much I couldn't back out now if I wanted to -- so are you coming?" I asked again.

"Give me ten minutes, I'll be there right now. Exactly where will you be?"

"I'll be sitting inside with a coffee, hopefully by the window and near the door, OK?" I said.

I heard him giggling as he hung up the phone. My smile was so wide now it was hurting my cheeks, and I was gushing in the pussy department. I'd have to visit the loo when I got there to clean myself up.

I continued walking along and getting the odd call or beep from a passing car, but because it was the main road there was not too much pedestrian traffic. I had some inquisitive looks and the odd comment, but none of that bothered me -- I was alone, almost in town, naked as the day I was born except for a pair of 3" heeled sandals and in absolute heaven. How come I hadn't done this before -- it's so exhilarating!

A minute or two later, I turned into the Golden Arches and was now very visible to the occupants as it is nearly fully surrounded by floor to ceiling windows. I walked confidently across the car park, up to the door and nearly hesitated there, but I knew I had to go on. I pushed the door open and walked straight through and up to the counter. It was such a rush I nearly came right there again, and I hadn't touched myself since lunchtime -- and all because I was without clothing!

The girl behind the counter was certainly wakened from her obviously monotonous job when she turned and clapped eyes on me. The look on her face was a complete picture. I smiled and said, "Two large coffees please." and got my purse out of my bag to pay.




The Aftermath Ch. 02



"You can't come in here dressed like that! What do you think you are doing?" she gasped. I had the attention of the whole place now, including all the staff.

"Expressing my right to freedom of expression." I said, still smiling.

"But -- but -- but..." she stuttered like an old BSA Bantam motorbike.

"Never mind the 'buts'" I said, "I'll have two coffees please, one for me and one for my Husband who will be here in a few minutes expecting it sitting on the table waiting for him and if it's not, I'll be punished by my Husband and Master."

Her face reddened and she turned to get my coffees while I fished a five pound note out of my purse. Still smiling, I gave it to her and walked away to sit near the door in the window and wait for Martin.

While I was waiting, a man in a suit came and sat across the table from me, I presumed he was the manager. "Madam" he said, "I'm afraid I can't allow you to remain here unless you put some clothes on -- you will be upsetting the other customers, now I'm afraid I have to insist that you leave please."

I looked around the cafe for a moment and then said "I don't see anyone paying me too much attention, or suffering from heart failure or anything, so I don't think I am doing any such thing."

I stood up from behind the table and said to the room in general "Does anyone feel threatened or intimidated by my being here dressed as I am, and am I really bothering anyone enough for you to throw me out or involve the police or anything?"

God, I didn't know I had so much guts, but it had to be done, I couldn't meekly walk out just because some jumped up little excuse for a manager thought my being naked in his establishment would threaten his job or something.

A few people shouted back at me, and him, "No" and one said, "Let her stay you bully, she isn't doing anything is she!"

The general consensus seemed to be that I was OK, although there were a couple of dissenters in the ranks but they didn't make much of a fuss and, more importantly, none of them asked me to leave. His head dropped at the response and, with a sigh of defeat, he asked if I would not come like that again in future, and to be quick with my drink then go. 

"I can't promise that, it depends on my husband and Master, so I will have to do what he says or I get punished, but I'll try for you."

He looked perplexed at that but wandered off anyway. 

There was a little cheer around the room and I said "Thank you all, I'm most grateful for your support." and sat back down again.

I had just finished putting the sugar in our coffees (I can't stand unsweetened coffee) when Martin came in.

He had a smile from ear to ear and sat opposite me and straight away in a low whispering voice asked, "What made you do this -- has anyone said anything to you?"

"The manager and I just had a chat, he invited me to leave but the other's in here disagreed with him so he didn't push it, especially when I told him that my Master would punish me if I wasn't here with your coffee ready when you arrived." I said.

"What did you tell him that for?" he asked incredulously.

"I told that to the girl who served me when she firstly refused to, and once I had said it I found it quite thrilling, so I carried it on. I'll tell you more later, but for now, what are your instructions, my Master?"

I was just loving this and so close to cuming right there in front of the whole restaurant that I had to get a grip for a minute and let it subside.

"I know we had sort of talked about this in passing, but I didn't for a minute expect you to do it so soon -- do you really want to try this?" he asked.

"Yes -- yes yes yes pleeeeeease -- be my Master Martin." I pleaded.

He sat back, picked up his coffee and, looking directly into my eyes while he sipped it obviously gave my question some serious thought. After a minute, he asked me how turned on I was.

"Extremely" I told him. "I'm almost cuming just sitting here."

He didn't move or make any response for a couple of minutes, while I sat opposite him fidgeting and drinking my coffee.

"Take my keys" which he offered to me "and go out to the car and bring me my briefcase. Do it now or I will put you over the table and spank you."

I grabbed his keys and did exactly what he said, walking across the car park swinging my hips far more than I normally did while hoping I looked OK and not like some untrained and gangly catwalk model. I was trying for really sexy but wasn't sure I was pulling it off.

I opened the boot and took his briefcase from it, closing it behind me and re-locking it, then walked back again. I was very conscious of all the eyes that were on me again now. I went back in and put it on the table in front of him.

I then said, louder than needed, "I hope I didn't take too long for you Master."

"No, but next time run when I tell you -- I expect more immediate results than this in future."

"Yes Master, may I sit back down now Master?" I asked, still louder than needed but I wanted people to hear me.

"Yes" he granted.

He had a quick look in his case and then closed and put it down on the floor, tutting as he did so.

"Is there anything wrong Master?" I asked -- I was enjoying this!

"Yes, you have not put my apple in the bag today like I told you to. Don't you ever learn from your spankings?"

Ohhh how deliciously he was playing the game!

"No, Master." I hung my head in mock shame.

"Drink your coffee, I'll deal with you when we get home." he instructed.

I readily drank my coffee -- my mouth was now quite dry and my hands sweaty, like I was frightened, but my nipples and bare naked pussy told an altogether different story -- I was actually horny as hell and I think Martin could see it.

"Go to the ladies room before we leave, I don't want you making stains on my car seat again."

He was clearly getting into this as he too spoke louder than was necessary.

I immediately got up and crossed the restaurant heading towards the toilets. A woman, early twenties I surmised, put her hand out and stopped me.

She whispered, "Is he really going to spank you later? Why do you put up with it?"

"The Master and spanking bit is a little game we like to play, the nudity is all mine though. I just love being naked and can't ever get comfortable any more when I'm dressed, so this" I said pointing to my bare skin " is all my doing, the rest is just a game, but thank you for your concern, it's appreciated, and so is your tolerance of my state of uhhh, undress."

She smiled and whispered back "I need to get out more -- you do look as if you are enjoying yourself. You're certainly excited enough, you are quite wet down there."

Well, she was in direct line of site of my dribbling pussy lips and was looking directly at them, what else could I expect her to say!

"Hmm, and I'm just off to do something about it too, so don't worry if you hear me squeal a little will you." and I continued on to the loo.

I didn't even get to enter the stall before I was cuming; and what an orgasm it was. I thought the top of my head was going to blow off and it seemed to just ripple through me again and again and again for what seemed like minutes.

I was drained when it finished and had trouble trying to stand up while I cleaned up my pussy and thighs. As I was doing it, the girl who had just spoken to me came in too.

"Boy, you look like you're having so much fun, but where do you get the guts to do this from? I don't think I could ever do it." she said.

"Never say never girl." I said, "and it does take guts, especially the first time you do it, but once you brazen it out it gets a lot easier very quickly. And to be honest, now that I've done it -- actually gone out on my own, naked in public, I have come to hate having to put anything on at all, and I never wear anything at home anymore anyway. I'm even lucky enough to be able to work in my office naked too, so I'm pretty much always nude. The other upside of it is that it saves a whole load of money on buying and washing clothes!"

She giggled a little but didn't say anything, so I carried on...

"The one thing that I found first time I did this, a few years ago actually on holiday in the Med when we stumbled across a nudist beach, which made it a bit easier with everyone else being nude too, was to keep your head up, smile and be personable to those you meet, and willing to talk honestly. The minute you look down at yourself, or at least with me, I get scared and want to cover up. I'll tell you one thing though, it certainly makes you feel sexy and our sex life has been so good since I decided I was going to go nude all the time, if I could get away with it of course. I don't know how I'll feel when I get arrested for it, because it is probably a question of when rather than if. I'll just have to see what happens then, but I know Martin will back me up and help me because he loves me being naked all the time too and had fantasised about it for ages but was scared to bring it up. He told me that, beach aside, when we were in a club one night and I had no clean knickers left to wear, so I went commando, that he could see my pussy when I was sitting down and my bum and a quick flash of my pussy under my short dress when I was dancing -- and he's fantasised about me doing more ever since. Then this thing in work came up that required to work naked for one day and I haven't looked back. You should try it though if your asking me all these questions, I think you'd probably love it too."

God, that was some gut spilling speech girl I thought.

She was obviously considering something, because she didn't say anything for a moment, but looked kind of quizzically at me. Then she said, "Do you think you could help me?"

"How can I help?" I asked, "It really is something that you have to do for yourself. The only thing I could do I suppose is encourage you, but that wouldn't be right -- you have to want to do it for yourself I suppose."

"Well, it would be easier I think if I had someone else to do it with, especially the first time." she replied.

"Tell you what then, why don't you come and sit with us for a minute and we can see what Martin thinks -- he's normally good at stuff like this and very supportive." What do you think, can you speak to him without getting embarrassed?"

"Yes, I can, but do you think I should strip now if we're going to do that? I'm not sure that I can."

"Look, I get really annoyed with myself when I set my mind on doing something and then chicken out because of the possible ramifications of what I had planned to do. I have in the past metaphorically kicked myself for being a little scardie-cat and utterly gutless, and it's that bit that's hard to get over, that 'I don't think I can' bit. So, it's entirely up to you. Strip or don't, it's your choice at the end of the day and I'm not going to even attempt to suggest you do this or that -- you have to have some guts and do what you want to do. After all, it's only one life you get, and that is depressingly short, so if you want to do something, you just have to or you never will, and if you're anything like me, you'll regret it later because it probably wasn't all that much of a biggy. This is though, especially given the society we live in and there is always going to be that risk of getting arrested, so no one can decide this for you." I told her.

"OK, let's go talk to your Master then and, thank you for talking so openly to me about how you feel, it's quite refreshing to meet someone prepared to do that."

I gave her a little hug and said, "Come on then, let's go." and turned to open the door. To my surprise, Martin was outside the door waiting for me, and looking a little worried. 

"You OK?" he asked me and I assured him that I was. As we had drunk our coffees, I asked him if he minded having a chat with, and I pointed to the girl besides me who then introduced herself as Emily, and definitely not Em or Emmy please, about what I was doing with the nudist thing.

"No, that'll be fine, should I get us another coffee then?"

"Hmm, yes please, do you want one too Emily?" I enquired. 

She replied in the positive so I asked Martin to get them while we went back to the table we had previously occupied. 

She sat next to me and looked around the room.

"Mostly, people are not really taking much notice of you; they looked as we walked through, but now they seem to be getting on with what they are doing as if there wasn't a naked girl sitting in the restaurant. I thought they would still be staring, I know I want to."

"Well, stare away then. I have found that once the initial shock is over, and that people see you are not embarrassed yourself, they just accept it and do what they are doing. The odd one makes a bit of a fuss, but if you smile and talk to them, they seem mostly to come around and accept you for what you are, even if they do think your a bit 'weird'." I replied.

She just sat in silence for a minute looking around the room again. When Martin came back with the coffees, he asked her if there was anything wrong and she said no, explaining to him roughly what she had said to me. 

To my surprise, Martin said to her, "So, you think you want to try being naked too then do you? I know, just like Gina was, you want it but you're too prissy and scared to take what you want. Well, I'll help you out then. Go back into the ladies, remove all of your clothing, including your shoes, and leave them there. Then, come directly back here to the table and sit down to finish your coffee. When you do come out, don't look at anyone but Gina and keep your head up, shoulders back and point those pretty little boobs at me. Now go, or suffer the inevitable consequences."

I looked at him with amazement -- I had never dreamed he could be like this.

Emily got up and walked directly to the toilets and went in. I didn't think she would come out again until we were gone, Martin had not really been all that nice and certainly not supportive, but to her credit, she did come out -- naked -- completely. Not just her clothes and shoes gone, but any trace of jewellery was gone too -- she really was as stark naked as the day she was born.

She stopped for just a second when she came out the door, and it hit her in the back as it closed which pushed her out into the open. Then she started walking and did what Martin had said, she didn't look anywhere except directly at me and her head was held confidently high. I slid along the bench seat so she could sit on the end and she settled herself down next to me.

"God, I can't believe I'm doing this. This is incredulous -- I feel so... aware of myself."

Neither Martin or I responded to that, I think we both wanted her to just feel herself, and let her contemplate what she was doing and feeling for a while. We both sipped our coffees whilst she sat, a little rigidly, on the chair looking straight ahead. 

I gave her a few minutes and said to her, "Here, drink your coffee, it's getting cold."

She snapped out of her trance then and picked up her cup, taking quite a large mouthful.

When she had swallowed it, she said "This is fucking amazing -- my Mum's going to kill me though if she ever finds out I did this -- but it is just so thrillingly amazing -- I mean here I am, in McDonald's, sitting drinking coffee with loads of people around me and I'm stark naked. Not only that, I can see now why you were wet -- it's such a fucking turn on. I feel like I will wake up in a minute and find that you two are just a dream."

I put my hand on her arm and said, "We're no dream, and yes you are sitting in a crowded restaurant stark naked drinking coffee -- but your not on your own you know."

Robotically, she drank the remains of her coffee and started looking around the room. One or two people were looking still, but it was more like curious looks rather looks of animosity that we were getting.

She seemed to relax a little and finally she smiled at me. "Thank you. I may never do this again in my life, but at least, as you said, I'll never regret doing it just this once. It'll be hard to forget it though -- one of those life changing moments I guess." she said.

"Ah, that'll be life changing only if you do it again, just a memory otherwise." I said.

Martin said, "I'm glad you seem to be enjoying it. So what are you going to do now Emily?" 

"You're bidding Master" she replied.

Martin smiled and then looked at me, shrugging his shoulders.

I laughed and said "Looks like your gathering a bit of a harem Martin -- what are you going to do with us?"

"Well Emily is certainly relaxing into it isn't she, but a Harem I can't handle -- you're all the girl I can handle; or want. However", he continued stroking his chin, "If you both want to play, I'll have to think about it won't I."

We all had a little giggle and suddenly Emily seemed to be comfortable for the fist time since coming out of the ladies and publicly displaying her nudity.

I suppose I should describer her shouldn't I. Well, as I said she was early twenties I guessed; she was a bout 5'6" tall, slim but with good hips and long shapely but slender legs, 34B or thereabouts bust with small areola and tight pointy nipples (I didn't know they were like that all the time then) and dark blonde mousey looking hair which came down to just touch her shoulders and she had a nicely rounded fresh open face. Her pussy was not shaved, shaped a little maybe, but not shaved. I thought I might have to do something about that if we met her again, which I quite fancied doing.

We had all finished our coffee's by now and Martin said, "Well Emily, I think Gina and I should get going now. Are you going to get your clothes back from the ladies before we go?"

Emily's face dropped and she slapped her hand to her mouth, looking quite shocked. "Oh God no." she said.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Gina, I didn't think this thing through properly. I took off my blouse and bra and then, when I came to take off my skirt I almost chickened out. To make sure I would go through with this and not get cold feet, I tore up my clothes and put them in the bin! I don't have any clothes to go home in now. Shit! What am I going to do -- oh God help -- why did I do that?"

I touched her arm and said, "OK, don't worry, we can take you home, can't we Martin?"

"Sure, I suppose, the car's outside anyway. How far away do you live, and what about your friends, how will they get home?"

Emily had obviously forgotten about them, so looked around at where they had been sitting to find an empty table.

"Shit!" she said again, "The sod's have abandoned me here. We came in Mike's car all of us together. Please help me, I'll pay your petrol if you take me home, it's a little village about 4 miles out of town." she stopped for a moment and then said, "How the hell am I going to get into the house dressed like this -- my Mum is going to kill me."

"How old are you Emily?" Martin asked.

I couldn't blame him really, it's hard to guess a girls age these days afterall.

"I'm just coming up to my 23rd birthday, but she'll still kill me for all that."

"There is an alternative solution then; do you have any money on you?" I asked. I was feeling really wicked all of a sudden.

"Yes, a little, but I do have my bank card in my bag."

Thankfully this was on the table in front of her, not taken off by her friends, or should that be ex-friends?

"OK, I suggest that we go off to Tesco's and get you some new clothes then, would that make life easier for you?"

"Yes, but how are we going to get them, we don't have anything to put on to go in there."

"Just to remind you, as if you could forget this being your first time and all, you don't have anything on in here either. Besides, Martin and I went shopping in there on Saturday and it was OK." I said.




The Aftermath Ch. 02



"Yeah, but surely you didn't go nude into Tesco's did you?"

"Yes, as it happens I did. In fact, apart from shoes, I haven't worn a stich of clothing since last Thursday when I left work to go home, so that is four and a half days since I last wore anything, and I've done all the same things that I usually do -- only now I'm doing it naked. It shouldn't be a problem should it Martin?"

He giggled again and held his head in his hands.

"I can see I'm going to get a bit of a reputation at this rate, aren't I. No Emily, we'll look after you and it'll be OK I'm sure. What's the worst that can happen anyway?"

"I could get bloody well arrested is the worst thing that could happen -- I would be devastated." she cried.

"Look," I said, I've thought about that -- I can't say what the final outcome would be, probably just a fine or something, for a first offence anyway. All they can do is take us down to the police station and charge us, then they will have to let us go and we wait, and get legal help in the meantime, until the Court case comes up, if it goes that far, and pay the fine. It may get a little more awkward and costly if you got arrested a second time I suppose, but come on, It wouldn't be that bad for a first offence, and look at what you would have to remember. And don't deny how turned on you are about this, I can see your juices glistening on you pubic hair so it is turning you on isn't it -- sitting here in public - naked."

She gripped my arm and smiling again now, she said "D'you know what -- you're BAD girl, just plain Bad. OK, lets go" and turning to look at Martin she continued, "but you have to instruct me Master."

Martin smiled and, to both of us, he said - "Right you two, out to the car right now and you can both get in the back seat for misbehaving and tearing up your clothes. And here's a new rule for you both -- if one of you gets punished for disobeying, you both get punished."

Neither of us moved for a moment then he said, "I see some hesitation here -- if you don't do what I say when I tell you to do it, and without argument or hesitation -- you'll both be walking to Tesco's from here. Now move!"

As I got up and started to head for the door, I thought 'God this is weird -- but I like it -- and it looked as if Emily liked it too -- I felt like I would have to have a chat with Martin later about this -- I wasn't the jealous type, but I wanted to be re-assured about how far we would be happy to go with something like this before committing ourselves to something that would hurt us. For now though, I was more than happy to play along, and glad of a playmate to help me.

Showing a little self conscience, Emily followed me out of the bench seat and we started walking along to the door. I looked around at the guys behind the counter and waved and said 'Thank you' to them, then we were out the door and crossing the car park. I thought Martin would be right behind us, but he wasn't when I looked back. He was talking to the staff at the counter, so we had to wait by the car as he had the keys.

Emily seemed a little anxious so I took her hand and squeezed it. "You OK?" I asked.

"Yes, but sorry, I feel like I want to cum now -- I want to play with myself now until I come -- do you get like this?" 

"Yes, and I know exactly how you feel. What do you think I was doing in the toilets when you followed me in there earlier?"

"You weren't!" she said, looking a little shocked.

"Yes, I was, and when you came in I had just recovered enough to start cleaning myself up."

"But you weren't even in a stall!"

"I know, I tried but I couldn't wait, I came without me playing with myself, it was enough to be naked where I was to excite me sufficiently to make me come without having to touch myself."

"God!" was all she could find to say.

I still had her hand, and now she had stopped shaking. After a minute, she let go of my hand and said, "I'm going to get Martin if that's all-right with you. I can't just stand her like this -- I'll lose my nerve. It seems I'm OK so long as I have something to do. And by the way, it is surprisingly comfortable isn't it." and she walked off back across the car park to the doors of the restaurant. 

I just leant against the side of the car waiting for them. A couple of cars passed as I waited, but they had been inside and seen me already, so that wasn't a problem.

In less than a minute, they were both back and Martin 'beeped' the car doors open, so I got in the back as instructed. Emily got in besides me and we were off.

I took Emily's hand again, and she put her and my hand in her lap. She was soaking wet too, and I couldn't resist having a feel of her pussy lips. As I touched them gently, she looked at me and nodded, 'go on then', so I did and within seconds, she was cuming all over the seat. Her head was back against the headrest, her breathing thick and fast and her hand was pushing mine into her crotch where I felt her juices spurt out into my hand as she came.

She still held our hands in her lap and slowly recovered from the orgasm. I felt she had controlled it quite well, and smiled at the blush that had developed over her chest and up into her face.

"God thank you -- that was brilliant -- thank you so much Gina.

She took my hand then and started to lick off her juices from my and her hand.

"This is another first for me." she said, "I've never tasted myself before -- it's nicer than I expected it to be -- quite sweet actually!"

I put my head back against the restraint and closed my eyes. 'What the fuck am I creating here -- First Sammie, then Donna and now Emily had been converted and are doing things they had never seen themselves doing before -- and it was all because of me and Naked Friday.' I mused.

I further wondered where my life would go now, and how much fun it promised to be in the future. I felt like I was one very lucky girl right now, so I just enjoyed the moment, especially when Emily started touching me in return and soon had me orgasmic again. I could see the huge smile on Martin's face in the rear view mirror as I was cuming, a nice slow gentle orgasm and for the first time ever, at the hands of another female -- he clearly knew exactly what was happening back here and obviously didn't mind!

In no time at all, we pulled into Tesco's car park, which wasn't as busy as I had expected it to be. Maybe the 'I'll get something on the way home from work' brigade had done that by now and it was a quiet time before the early evening rush started again. Whatever, it was a nice surprise as it would make things a little easier for us. Martin pulled into a space not too far away from the entrance so we wouldn't be 'publicly' on view for so long, as if being inside was any less public -- it's a perceptional thing I think.

Emily's hand tightened on mine and she exclaimed that she was frightened silly -- but hugely excited at the same time.

I giggled and, I hoped to calm her nerves a little, I said "The frightened bit is good -- it helps to keep you safe, but try to concentrate on the excitement more than the fear -- and don't forget, your not alone -- I'm nude too and Martin is with us -- he'll make sure nothing bad happens."

"Yeh! But he can't protect us from the police can he." she stated, quite accurately and continued, "Ohhh -- my Mum's going to kill me -- I just know she will."

By this time we had pulled up in the car park, so I opened the door and got out and, still holding my hand, she shimmied across the seat and got out behind me.

She vainly attempted to cover her boobs with her free hand, but it wasn't working too well and with a grunt of dissatisfaction at her inability to hide herself, she gave up and, just as I had told her to do, she proudly held her head high and stepped off after Martin, dragging me along behind her.

She quickly caught him up and and took his hand in her free hand and we all continued walking across the car park.

When we got to the door, it swished open and a blast of relatively cool air hit us as we went through the door. If our nipples weren't standing to attention already, they would have been following that rush of air. It brought goose-pimples to my skin!

It was only about a dozen paces to the escalator that would take us upstairs to the clothes section, so without hesitation we all continued on and alighted it. Now this is a new type of escalator in this country -- the old type was a moving set of steps that would fold up flat at the top and then open up again at the bottom (or vis-versa if you were going down of course) but this new system was just a moving ramp.

The floor of the 'ramp' was designed such that, if you had a trolley, it would grab the wheels like a brake and stop them rolling down hill so you didn't have to take the weight of your loaded trolley and risk letting it go to roll down the hill into other people either in front or behind you, dependent on whichever way you were travelling. This meant that it was very easy to walk up the ramp so long as no one was in front of you, so we hurried our trip up to the top by walking as well as riding up the escalator. This had the effect, I suppose, of limiting the time we spent in full view of the whole store -- both floors -- as it also had glass sides on it so nothing was hidden as we rode up.

As soon as we reached the top, Emily turned sharp left into the clothing section. We walked back and forth a couple of aisles looking at what was available cheaply for her to wear home and soon found this little summer dress. The material was a Polly-Cotton mix, so it was lightweight. She held it up against herself and asked "What do you think? Does it suit me?"

It was a very pale yellow with a border of what appeared to be a photograph of a wild flower meadow around the hem. It rose from there to a pinched waist and then up to a V shape in the chest, and had tiny string type straps over each shoulder. It was very low cut in the back and would come to about mid back on Emily I guessed. It came to about mid thigh on her when she was holding it up and I figured it would be a little shorter when she had it on. It looked like it would show her nipples through too, largely because it was a lightweight material and it's colour -- yellow often seemed to be more see-through than white most of the time, but I said she should try it on.

She looked around her and asked, sort of absent mindedly, "Do you know where the changing rooms are?"

Martin just burst out laughing at that and when he recovered he said - "What is it that you think you need a changing room for -- don't forget your naked like Gina."

Emily smiled shyly at this and got a little red, and then she took the dress off it's hanger and pulled it on over her head.

The dress was shorter than I had guessed, and actually fell to about 2" below her pussy and, as expected, her nipples were clearly visible through the material, even under the store lights. It was likely to show more in the sun. She walked to the end of the aisle and looked at herself in the full length mirror on the end.

"Hmm -- not to bad I suppose, I quite like the detail around the hem -- just right for summer. But, it's not too comfortable though. I'll look for something else." and with that she grabbed the hem and pulled it back over her head.

We walked back down the aisle and she put the dress back on the hanger, then we continued to look for something suitable.

To cut a long story short, she tried on a few things and after trying each one on, she expressed how uncomfortable they seemed to be.

"Emily -- it's not that they are any more uncomfortable than anything else you may have in your wardrobe -- it's that you're skin is now used to being unadorned -- even in this short space of time -- I know because I feel it myself and I would especially now because I have been naked for 4 days solid. It would feel horrible for me to put something on now and I would be in a huge rush to get rid of it again."

Her only response to this was "Hmmm." 

She took off the, frankly, horrible dress she had picked up last and we turned the corner into another aisle and bumped into a woman coming the other way. Quite naturally, she apologised to her and sidestepped away from her, intending to continue on her way.

The woman almost spat at her the comment "What the hell do you think your doing -- it's disgusting -- put some clothes on woman -- have you no shame?"

Emily stopped dead in her tracks.

'Oh shit! Now were for it' I thought and turned to Martin for support.

As it happened, I didn't need to -- Emily rounded on the woman and said "Tell me Madam, exactly what is it that you find so disgusting?" 

This had the effect of completely disarming the woman who spluttered a little but then replied, "Well, you're naked -- I think it's disgusting that you can wander around like that -- and in public too -- you should be arrested!"

"You find the human body disgusting do you? Are you married; do you have children; have you never seen a naked body before, especially a female one -- and if you say no to that last one you'll be an out and out liar -- you can't pick up a newspaper these days without seeing some girls boobs displayed across a whole page -- No, it's just your perverse sense of morality that you find the human body disgusting -- here"

She grabbed the woman and took her to the balcony overlooking the food floor below and quickly found what she was looking for, an old man in very scruffy clothes walking out of the shop with a tiny bag of shopping in his hand and really struggling to make any decent headway, his back severely bent over and with clear difficulty in walking...

"That is disgusting -- and not to mention deplorable -- that our society can allow people like him to have to scrimp and save and either eat or keep warm -- someone who undoubtedly fought a war for us and we have just dumped them on the scrapheap and don't appropriately care for them even when they are in hospital at the end of their lives; and he is not alone by any stretch of the imagination -- and yet you find my naked countenance, which is nothing in comparison to his problems, disgusting -- you need to re-evaluate what 'disgusting' means Madam."

'Fuck me -- where did that come from!' I thought and looked at Martin -- who's mouth was hanging open just like mine and the woman she was talking to (berating?) with her outburst.

"I.. I.. I suppose you are quite right" said the woman, "he, and people like him, deserve so much more from our society -- and put in that sort of context you are just a site that is not expected. I'm sorry -- my reaction was not appropriate now you come to mention it, and I'm sorry if I caused offence."

Well, this is something for the memory bank I thought. 

Emily released her hold on the woman and said, in a much quieter and more gently voice, "I'm sorry I startled you too -- but I really don't mean to embarrass you, or anyone else, nor my friends over there -- we just like to be naked and there is honestly no desire on either of our parts to be offensive -- we just ask to be accepted for what we are -- nudists."

She turned then and walked back to us. The look on her face as she approached was quite non-descript, but by the time she reached us a smile was tickling the corner of her lips.

"Come on, let's go. I've decided I don't want to buy something to wear after all. Would you mind taking me home Martin?" she asked.

"What about your Mum -- won't she be a bit pissed off with you?" I enquired.

"Yes, I suppose she will -- but she'll just have to get used to it -- I'm not going to be a bloody sheep any more, just blindly and unquestionably following the flock for the sake of it." she responded.

She walked straight past us and on towards the escalator, so we followed (meekly?) on behind. I looked up at the woman still standing looking over the railing and she smiled (sheepishly -- Oh! the puns) at us as we travelled down.

Without pausing at the bottom, Emily led us directly out the doors and keeping a few paces in front of us walked back to the car, where she waited for Martin to open the doors. She had a huge grin on her face now. Neither Martin nor I said a word, and silently got back into the car.

"That's it -- I've had enough of the bigoted attitudes of people like her -- my body is not disgusting -- it's beautiful and I have a right to be proud of it -- so -- I'm not hiding it any more!" she stated with some venom in her voice.

"And I'm not going to let my Mum talk me out of this -- I had enjoyed this evening up to the point where that woman had to have her say. Bollocks to them all -- I love my body and I'm going to damned well show it off if I want to."

I reached over and took her hand again -- I don't quite know why but I had gotten in the back with her again, and said, "OK, calm down Emily -- you can't go home with that sort of temper in you -- you have to face your Mum now don't you. And you'll need to be calm with her or she'll never understand your point of view, will she!"

I couldn't believe for a moment that I was, albeit in a roundabout sort of way, encouraging her to continue with this and face up to her mother who would most likely be devastated at what her daughter was doing.

"You're right, of course, I have to think how I am going to approach this, but I'm not going to give in now -- if I want to be naked, then naked I will be -- and sod the lot of them."

She put her arm around my shoulders and gave me a hug. "Thank you for helping me with this -- I've kept my desires hidden and slinked around the house in the past, getting naked whenever I thought I could get away with it and nearly being caught on so many occasions -- well not any more."

She picked up her bag and got out her mobile 'phone then said, "Would you mind giving me your telephone number, I'd like to let you know how I get on tonight and maybe meet you again and join you for some more adventures, what do you think?"

I looked over at Martin and, although I couldn't see his whole face, knew he would be happy for me to give it to her. She stored it in her 'phone.

"Do you want mine too?" she asked.

I did the same and then Martin said, "OK, you'd better direct me from here please Emily."

For the next three or four minutes, Emily watched the road and told Martin where to turn. She missed the number of stares we had at various traffic lights and other junctions when Martin had to stop for traffic by people walking and in higher vehicles but I noted them.

Mostly, they were kind of disbelieving stares, but quite a few smiles and thumbs up too -- so I was reasonably happy by the time we pulled up outside Emily's house. It was an expensive place -- too expensive for Martin and I to afford -- and had a long driveway up to the front door.

As Martin stopped outside, she gave me a hug again and kissed my cheek, thanking us both and then leaning over and kissing Martin's cheek too.

"I'll give you a ring later if that's OK, just to say how I get on with my Mum, and it looks like Dad is home too -- Oh boy! This is going to be tough!" she exclaimed.

I patted her bottom as she got out onto the road side of the car and said "Good luck" to her.

"Thanks, I'm going to need it -- but I'm not giving this up now that I have gotten this far. Can I ring you later to let you know what happens?" she asked, to which I responded "Yes, please do, and good luck."

She walked around the car and with a wave, turned her back to us and made her way up the drive. Head high and hips swaying, I have to say she was quite a glorious site making her way up the drive and I looked around at the other houses in the street to see a few curtains obviously twitching.

Martin waited until she reached her front door and then started to drive off, but I stopped him saying, "Wait a minute Love, I want to get in the front with you please."




The Aftermath Ch. 02



Then, Dad took a breast into his mouth. I could see him suck her breast as his tongue worked on her nipples. His cheeks were sucked in and his throat tightened. Mom was moaning louder and rubbing her palms in circles over dad's nipples. Then she pinched them and pulled on them. Dad moaned. I could imagine what that was doing to him. Mom knew what she was doing. That encouraged me to know she could get into it actively and not just respond or take getting aroused passively like Sean did to her. Dad had mom's blouse and bra off already. He was smooth as silk in getting her undressed. He was giving both her breasts a real going over. His hands were massaging her ample beautiful breasts. He kept looking up into her eyes as he sucked first the left then the right then back again, back and forth he went. Dad squeezed mom's breasts together and rapidly went back and forth from one nipple to the other. All the while he was massaging her squashed together breasts. He kissed up her cleavage to her neck as his fingers rolled her hard nipples. Mom was gasping and throwing her head back so dad could kiss her neck easier. 

Both were moaning and gasping and making strange sounds louder and louder. She was rubbing dad's chest with her palms. She had unbuttoned his shirt so her hands were directly on the skin of his chest. As dad sucked her breasts she then began pinching dad's nipples harder. I couldn't see this very well but the mirror on the wall helped quite a lot. Dad let loose a huge moan and his body quivered as he moaned and nibbled. He let out another audible deep growling gasp when she pulled on both his nipples at the same time.

Mom looked up and saw me watching. She winked and smiled a huge smile at me. She held up three fingers behind dad's back. I knew she was giving me my third lesson.

"Honey," mom said loud enough for me to hear easily as there was no other sounds in the house. "Sweetheart, I need you in me now. She emphasized the work 'in'. Can we move this to our bedroom? Can you wait for the supper entrée? I want to be your desert and for you to be my desert now! Welcome home you handsome hunk." Mom wasn't going to do him on the couch where she and Sean had got it on. I wondered why? Maybe she didn't want me watching them have sex yet. Yeah, that was the reason. She was giving dad a real 'welcome home' but she was also giving me some preparatory lessons as she had promised. I wondered if she had a lesson plan already prepared and was meshing dad's homecoming into her lesson plan for me. After all, she had taught Middle school for a number of years and I knew the about lesson plans plus the other tons of work she had to do at home after school as a teacher.

Mom said, this time a little louder with a 'get with it' facial expression looking over dad's shoulder, "Honey please, let's go up stairs." 

I took this as my cue to sneak back into my room. This I did quickly and silently. As I silently pulled my door almost closed, I heard them coming up the stairs giggling then to disappear into the master bedroom across the hall from my room. I heard the lock click so I knew I was not going to watch them doing it tonight. Soon after that, I heard romantic music coming from their bedroom. Dad had installed a class act surround sound in their bedroom. I sneaked out into the hall again and smelled the smoke from lit candles. I could tell there were no lights on in their room because there was no light coming out under their bedroom door. 

As I could see nothing and hear nothing more than the music, I closed and locked my own door. I didn't want dad to accidentally find out what was in my room. I retrieved the boxes of the surveillance system from my clothes closet and began my study of the installation and operations. I was horny and relieved my self with my own version of hands on sex.

..............................................

The weekend passed rapidly with no evidence from mom about what had happened with Sean. True to her word, Mom got dad to go with her Sunday afternoon and I got the surveillance system installed and tested under different lighting conditions. The cameras were not too easy to hide and get good views but eventually I got it done. They were practically invisible. I moved a small black and white TV onto their bed temporarily and turned it on. I had great pictures. With the TV back in storage and the system thoroughly tested, I congratulated myself with another hand job while looking at some nude pictures dad had hidden away that I had found while looking for the perfect places for the cameras.

Everything seemed very normal otherwise during the entire weekend except that mom was obviously trying to please dad and he was soaking it up and showing her how much he appreciated her. They were a bit more touchy feely than usual. Other than that nothing happened. Sean made no more contacts and didn't call mom. I was glad for that. I wondered how he was going to get five hundred dollars or get out of getting beat up. I smiled and thought how good that would be if he got beat up. Nobody could blame me if some of the buys that I didn't hang with beat the shit out of him.

During the day Sunday, mom and dad talked about Sean's mom dropping out of the car pool and the possibility of my getting a car. Dad seemed kindly disposed and mom had encouraged him to be positive toward the idea. Getting me to school was going to be a hassle mom didn't want to deal with. Dad told mom that he was going to look into costs and financing. The three of us talked about it, of course. 

"What kind of car are you thinking about, Josh?" Dad had asked me.

"Well a new "Z" by Nissan would do if a BMW convertible is too high up on the menu." I quipped laughingly. I knew neither was a possibility.

"We will see." That's all dad said about that.

"Dad, really, I was kidding. A pick-up or and older coup would do." (Readers, you have to realize that here in the Deep South, a pickup is the real status symbol for macho guys.) 

"I need to check on insurance costs. That will be a huge expense but the fact you don't drink (or smoke) and that you go to church regularly and are in the National Honor Society will help lower the seriously high insurance costs. Let me do some checking Monday." That was the end of the automobile discussion. I was pleased because it was looking good for me on that front.

Dad and I went outside to work in the garden together and to do a little bonding. He really is my hero. I'm so glad I saved him and mom even if he may never know it.

Late Sunday night mom took a phone call from the kitchen where she was fixing all of us some snacks. She eased out of the kitchen and disappeared onto the back porch, closing the door to talk on the phone. I figured it was Sean. I sprinted up stairs to another phone but by the time I got on, the line had gone blank. It apparently was a very short discussion. That pleased me. I decided to stay up stairs and play with the surveillance system. 

"Mom and dad, I got some stuff to do up here so I'm cutting loose from you all. See you tomorrow."

Dad was still watching TV downstairs and mom had returned to sit next to him. "Okay, Josh. We'll talk cars tomorrow when I get home from work. Good night but don't presume you're going to get one. I'm just checking out the costs." Dad yelled back up the stairs to me.

"Who was that on the line? I heard dad ask mom.

"It was Sean's mother. She is not coming back to be part of the carpool." She had told dad about Sean's anger with me earlier.

"Honey, did Josh do something really bad to Sean to make him so mad. I know he brags a lot but I can't figure out what Josh might have done to make Sean so angry at him?" Dad asked mom. 

I decided to stay and listen for a moment at the top of the stairs like I had done before. He had his arms around mom and she was laying her head on his chest with her hand on his thigh.

"Sweetheart, I think Sean had bragged about how he was going to humiliate and embarrass Josh at school. Josh got wind of it and figured out a way to put Sean in his place. It didn't involve any fighting, just words and stuff. I think Josh called him on it in front of Sean's so called friends. I guess Sean was the one who ended up getting humiliated. You know what a swaggering braggart he is. I guess the old adage of 'the bigger they are, the harder they fall' came true. Josh doesn't want to talk about it. He and I talked a little about it before you came home and it seems to be all over now. I'm really glad to see that Josh can take care of himself without resorting to fighting." Dad seemed to take it all in without any further mention.

I quietly slipped back to my room and locked the door. I had my computer in my room. It was hooked up to the two very well camouflaged micro cameras and microphones in mom and dad's bedroom. I had visited the electronics store and got another camera and microphone and installed them to cover the downstairs couch. Neither mom nor dad knew about these. Mom only knew about the cameras in her bedroom. I fiddled around getting the light and sound to be perfect. I tested the system yet again, burning it to a CD. It worked really well. I felt good about all this. My career as an investigator was on tract.

I turned off the system after I saw that mom and dad were not going to do anything on the couch. I prepared for bed and for school the next day.

Laying in bed my thoughts turned to sex. I played with my cock and it got hard right away. As I stroked myself, I began to wonder how much of this my journey into sexual education was just the peeping Tom in me. 

Was just practicing to be a voyeur pervert? I guess a voyeur is a sort of pervert, someone who gets his jollies from watching other people flirt or do it but doesn't get involved. I had to examine my motives. I sure as hell WAS going to get my fair share of pussy and not just watch. I knew I needed to build self confidence. Masturbation just didn't feel right right and could not produce self confidence so I put my weapon away and dozed off.

All in all, our plan to let me watch twice and review seemed to be not just pure amateur porn or voyeurism but had, as some would say; it has some redeeming educational value. I know mom wanted the video destroyed after we reviewed it but I had other plans. I would record the action then burn a copy to hide away for personal use later. Just in case I needed a little help to masturbate.

Monday I arose chipper and on top of the world again. The weather was warm, the trees were leafing out and the grass was green. 

I hurried to get dressed and actually was ready to go earlier than usual. At the breakfast table mom had cornflakes and milk for me. I thanked her, downed the banana and announced I was ready to go. Mom said Sean's mom would drive today. Helen had relented to mom's requests to get back in the car pooling. Then mom looked over her cup of coffee at me before I had a chance to push back and said, "Josh, please be nice to Helen (Sean's mom). She has had a lot of stress lately with Sean. She doesn't have a husband to consult with her like I have. Sean's dad is just a bad influence on him. Helen has to overcome the normal male teenage tendencies to bad things but she has to counteract her Ex's bad influence on Sean. She is missing so much in life that your dad and I enjoy. Josh, just be a good friend, please. She needs friends. I needed you when I made that horrible mistake and she has an arrogant braggart son that she can't control. Just show her how one male teenager can be a loving and helpful guy. Now get going. We have more to talk about tonight besides cars. I skedaddled on to Sean's house. 

As I knocked on the Tanner's door, I wondered how Sean was going to be toward me. His mom answered and smiled and invited me in. Sean was still upstairs but I had no desire to go up to see him. His mom suggested I could go up but I politely declined. Instead, I eased into the kitchen next to Mrs. Tanner.

"Can I help you Mrs. Tanner?" I spoke softly as I began to lift recently washed and dried dishes out of the dishwasher with her. Our hands touched innocently as I moved a glass over to her for her to put into the cabinet.

"Thank you, Josh. I've not had anyone to offer to help me like this in years. You can take them all out and put them on the counter for me. I can put them in their proper places." She turned and smiled at me a really pleasant smile.

"I'll do that Mrs. Tanner. I will also watch where you put them so I can do both next time." I smiled at her and touched the back of her hand with my fingers. She froze. Then she looked at me with a demur smile.

"Thank you, Josh. You are a really sweet young man. You can call me Helen, please. That is if you want to." She was standing there smiling up at me. I was an easy five inches taller than her as she was not much more that five feet three or four. As I smiled down at her, I moved my fingers lightly up her left wrist and arm almost to her elbow then down again. Her skin was smooth and warm and I enjoyed feeling it. I kept eye contact with her like mom had done with dad as I caressed her arm. She shivered and little goose bumps appeared. She giggled and pulled her arm back.

"Josh, you have to know that that felt good to me. It appears to me that you enjoyed it to. Were you a little nervous when you did that? Were you wondering what my reaction would be? Were you just a little afraid of my reaction? You know, I haven't had a real man in my house since my divorce five years ago. You have the makings of a real man." With that she pulled back her arm and hollered up at Sean to get a move on. 

"We have to get you both to school. For your information, I enjoyed your help with the dishes and your touching me felt good also. Now," She said with authority "out to the car with you." We both hurried to the carport. Sean was in the car already in the driver's seat.

Sean and I didn't say a word to each other until we were well away from the departing car. 

"You shit ass." Sean snarled. You ruined everything. I'm going to take five hundred dollars of hide off your freaking ass."

"Hey, hold on their good buddy. I didn't come into your house and screw your mom and take pictures. What's this about five hundred dollars? Is that what you were going to get for selling those pictures and making a porn star out of my mom? Who was your buyer? YOU are a piece of shit yourself. What ever you got into and can't get out of is your doing not mine. Don't blame me for protecting my family and especially my mom. You are one stupid kid to think you could get away with it and then sell those pictures and somehow not have to pay the price. I hope what ever it is you get you get kicked good in your nuts. When you're down, I'm going take a pair of pliers to your balls and make you a eunuch. If you try anything on me, just remember my promise. You will be in a ton of trouble and I mean a ton of serious trouble." I turned and went to class. I didn't let on that I knew of the bet and his scheduled retribution.

The day went on without further confrontation. This time, Sean hung around after our last class which was science. 

When we got out he turned to me and said "Josh, you got one week to come up with five hundred dollars. That's what those pictures were worth to me. I had a bet I could seduce your slut mom and prove it with pictures. Now I don't have the pictures so I have to pay up and you are going to have to pay me so I can pay them. There were five guys and each gets a hundred dollars or else." He gestured with his hand as if a knife was cutting his throat.

"Look, Sean. I have five hundred bucks but you sure as hell are not going get any of it. I worked hard and saved for that money to get a car with. You got your ass in this mess and as far as I'm concerned you can get it out by yourself." I backed up a step so he couldn't get in the first blow if he was going to try to beat it out of me. He didn't try.

I had an idea. "Sean, I might have pity on you but you will owe me big time."

"I won't owe you anything. You owe me the money for destroying my pictures. Those were my private property." He was getting madder.

"Look, I'll see what I can do, okay? You have until Friday to pay up. Right?"

"You have until Thursday to get the money to me because I have to give it to them by Friday. Just you be sure and have it." He growled. I wasn't going to give him a penny but I wanted a little time to think this all through. I thought to myself, this is how a real detective would do it. 

His mom drove up and we went home in silence. I had another idea how to fix him.

When I got home, mom had arrived home early. I told her of Sean's threat and told her I wanted to get his threat recorded. I told her of the incident at school about the graffiti on my locker and the lock on it then the black dot of a letter which I was sure was Sean's. Then I told her about the school security who was actually a real policeman, not just a hired security guard and his offer to help me. I laid out my plan to her which was to get his threats recorded then to take the whole thing to the police and let them read the riot act to him. "Maybe a few days in jail would prove helpful." I suggested.

Mom thought about it. I could see her mind working. "Josh, go ahead and get his threats recorded. You have a miniature recorder so put that in your pocket then get Sean to tell you again what he said today. Don't take it to the police yet, please. Helen is under enough stress and getting the police involved might make her life intolerable. Her fifth anniversary of her divorce is this week so the timing of all this has to be delayed." 

"But mom, Sean has to have the five hundred bucks by Thursday. That can't be delayed. How are we going to do this without hurting his mom."?

"Maybe we can't help. Maybe she will get hurt but let's not push it immediately. I don't know. I think maybe we should get dad involved with this. Then again, maybe we better not. I miss not having his wisdom on matters like this. Anyway we look at it; it is Sean who caused all this. I guess I was party to it to." She seemed distraught thinking of her part in possibly hurting her good friend Helen. She continued "Helen has no one to turn to for advice or support like I have with you and dad. Nevertheless it is essential that we keep our little secrets safe."

I gave her a hug and turned, leaving the house to go over to Sean's for the car pool ride.

The ride to school was pretty much silent. As I got out, I activated my voice recorder in the pocket of my jacket. I was activating my plan. Once Helen had left, I growled at Sean. "Sean, I've decided not to get involved in any money deals with you. I have money in my savings but since I may be getting a car soon, I need to save it for gas and stuff. So just cool it. If you get the shit beat out of you, then I'll be one of the guys looking on and cheering them on." I knew Sean would reply and he did.

"Josh, this is your entire fault." He had a history of blaming others for his bad behavior.

"The hell it is. If you hadn't made that bet about screwing my mom and then made up the story that you did and allegedly took pictures of the dastardly deed, then wimpled out by saying I had destroyed them, well if your bet and then the cover up lies is what got you in trouble, so be it. I was home all night and I know you didn't get any where near her other than sitting on the couch with her. You didn't even get to first base with her. You're claiming you hit a home run but you really just batted out. You're not only an arrogant piss ant but you lie through your teeth. Now 

You want me to pay up for your stupidity." 

The next thing I knew I was on the ground having been laid out with a solid left hook. Sean began to kick me and curse. I tried to get up and finally did but by the time I got up a crowd of guys had gathered to constrain Sean and allow me to get up. The school cop was suddenly there asking what was going on. He could see that my face and left eye were scratched and swelling. He put handcuffs on Sean as the group of students told him that Sean had flattened me without provocation. As the cop looked at me, he recognized me.




The Aftermath Ch. 02



"Hey, you're the guy who had the graffiti painted on his locker aren't you?"

"Yeah." I responded, rubbing my face.

"Okay, off to the principal's office for the both of you." He marched us off holding Sean by his cuffed hands behind his back. I walked in step with the cop who was between me and Sean.

When we got to the principals office we were taken immediately into his private office and made to sit down.

I whispered to Sean before the principal arrived. "Sean, you're in a world of shit now. Not only are you an arrogant, stupid liar, now you're going to be a criminal because I'm filing charges against you. Not here in the principal's office but downtown. You know the real deal at the police station. You may have beaten me up but now you're in deep shit and going to get the beating of a life time tomorrow to. Maybe you better confess and get the school and this cop on your side and against your so called friends. Or you can file charges against them just like I'm going to do to you but after they get their five hundred bucks worth of your ass." He just sat there, slumped forward with his hands cuffed behind him and with this "going down the toilet" look. 

I had him exactly where I wanted him. It cost me a bruised cheek and sore ribs but that was a small price to get him to where he was now. I was more worried about shat my friends and school would think of me for not fighting him back. I was no wimp, or was I. Anyway he was in deep dodo's not me. 

Well, Sean was suspended for a week for fighting. That delayed his getting beat up by a week or so because he wasn't allowed on campus. He told the cop and the principal the story of the bet. He didn't fess up to the part of making out with my mom but did say he had made a bet that he lost and was going to have to pay up or get beat up. He finally gave the names of the guys who he had made the bet with because he was going to be expelled if he didn't give up their names. They were subsequently hauled into the principal's office and severely warned. Later hall rumors had it that Sean was going to pay the price but not on school property and would never be able to identify who took it out on him. Sean was not in the clear on that yet.

I told the principal and the school security guard that I wanted to file real criminal charges against Sean. They tried to talk me out of it but I told them. "Look at my face. My reputation is all shot to hell to. Now I'm the class wimp. If I don't do something to him what's that going to make me look like. I'll be the 99 pound weakling, laughing stock of the senior class. No way is that going to happen."

I turned to the security cop. "Listen, you heard what was said this morning. You know about the graffiti on my locker and I got more evidence that Sean was going to beat me up. I have a solid case against him. I'm going to subpoena you if you don't go to the police station with me after school today. (I was mad and red in the face besides swollen for the hit I had taken) I know lawyers are going to get involved in this and the papers because I intend to make a big stink if you won't help me."

Well what happened is; I didn't file charges. I thought about what mom had said about Helen and the stress this would place on her. I compromised but held out the possibility of filing charges later. The principal called a mandatory attendance school wide meeting of all the students and teachers. He wanted to make a statement to the students about fighting. He did that then, as Sean's punishment, he made Sean apologize to me publicly and to the school as a whole. He had to tell the whole student body that he was the one that hit me without provocation during an argument. He was then publicly suspended for a week and put on indefinite probation. With the suspension and probation, he lost his eligibility for the National Honor Society and his spot on the baseball team. I was already a member of both. I still had the option of filing charges but had only 90 days to do it in. By that time, however, school would be out. I was satisfied, mostly.

I had to explain to mom and dad what had happened because my face was so swollen and blue they could not miss it. Dad called the principal the next day and confirmed the whole story. Mom called Helen and talked for a long time. Then she went over and spent the better part of the evening with her on several evenings. Mom is a terrific gal. She just got carried away that one time. 

They congratulated me on checking my emotions and not fighting but letting the law and reason take over. I think that is what really turned dad in favor of getting me a car. He saw I was a responsible son. I did get a really sporty three year old Chevy coupe. The girls loved it and I had hopes of 'loving' them soon.

It took a week to clear the air on the fight thing. I had a car and the principal got me a really good parking spot. I guess that was a reward for not getting the papers and lawyers involved in what was only a school yard fist fight. Surprisingly, the girls didn't think I was a wimp. I had been sure that my manhood would be in serious question with the members of the fairer sex but it was just the opposite. I guess girls didn't view being attacked and beat up as being unmanly. I noticed that they pretty much avoided Sean the rest of the year.

While helping take out the garbage and trash, mom took me aside. I again mentioned to mom about the recordings she promised to allow me to make. She told me that both Mother's Day and Father's Day were coming up soon and she always 'treated' dad to something special on those Sunday afternoons. She also said that Mothers Day was her day for dad to treat her in some special way and Father's Day it was always her turn to treat him special." She winked and continued. Those afternoons always ended up in bed. This is the videos should be made. Until then" she insisted "the cameras will be turned off." I was disappointed to have to wait but agreed. Mother's Day was the next Sunday so it wasn't to long a wait. 

We finished the chores. I was heading out to hang with some friends when mom called me again. This time on the front steps with the front door closed.

"Josh? Helen and I have been talking a lot this past week. (I knew they called each other frequently and went shopping together a lot.) Some of what we talked about was you and Sean. He won't tell her what your argument was all about so she is clueless about Sean's visit here. She is very glad you didn't file charges or cause her to have to hire a lawyer. She is especially glad the newspapers were not involved. She said ever since she and Sean's dad split, she has had trouble with Sean's arrogant and aggressive behavior. She said he has inherited his dad's behavior. She does believe that Sean has learned a lot from all this. (I hope he had.) Anyway she wants to thank you. You don't get over there anymore and, believe it or not, she misses seeing you and would have told you in person but just hasn't had the opportunity. 

"Mom, I think she is a real cool mom and a beauty like your self. I would love to tell her thank you for being so understanding. Of course, I'm not one to turn down either flattery or a 'thank you." I'm just not going to be anywhere near Sean again for a long time. He beat me up and I screwed him over but he deserved it." I didn't see anything wrong with destroying his pictures.

"I know you are busy at school and after school with baseball but I think it would be very helpful for you to go over and let her thank you in person. If you don't object I will call her sometime and see if we could arrange that. How about it?" She smiled at me and I thought I saw a little bit of grin and a twinkle in her eyes coming through with her benign smile. Of course I would like that. Helen had great tits like mom and I could at least admire them from up close.

"Yeah, okay with me mom." I didn't want to seem too interested. I was also thinking of when she had told me how she liked my stroking her arm.

"Josh, in your room is a set of DVD's I bought. You can view them. You should enjoy them. It's all part of my 'lesson plan' for you that we agreed on." I thanked her.

"Would it be bad if dad knew I had these mystery DVD's.?" I needed to know how secret this part was.

"Josh, I must confess that I didn't buy these just for you. Your father and I have just finished looking at the last of them together and even practicing some of what is in it. I think it would be okay if he knew you had the DVD's but I would prefer you not tell him I gave them to you. It's more of a loan rather than a gift. The knowledge in it is a gift but the DVD's themselves are just 'on loan' to you."

She suggested. "Maybe you found it in the den by the DVD player where I forgot to put them away? Who knows? Now she had a big smile and a purposeful wink for me.

I immediately went upstairs to my room. Now my room is pretty completely outfitted for surround sound, DVD's, my computer etc. On my computer desk was a set of DVD's. They were educational videos in the "Better Sex" series. Wow! I didn't even know such existed. Mom called upstairs.

"Josh, be sure to view these in order. It's a series. Some of the chapters won't apply to you but most will. Have a good viewing and don't hurt yourself." I was to soon find out what she meant by that last quip. 

I was glad supper was already past. Dad had gone to a lodge meeting or something so we had the house alone. I turned on my computer and slipped the first one in. Well let me tell you, this was some serious high quality live sex education. No animation either. I was into the first scene when I just had to get up and lock my bedroom door and get a wash cloth. These turned me on and I masturbated and came three times watching just the first half hour video. My cock was swollen, red and tender. Now I knew what mom meant by "don't hurt your self". I have a great mom and the more I thought about it the more I hated Sean for what he did. I decided to have KY jelly before I watched the next one. Or maybe, I would watch the first one again, ha-ha. I went to bed very satisfied if not a more than a little sore.

Next morning I was off to school as usual. Nothing of particular interest happened at school during the entire week. Our baseball team was not doing well as a team. Sean's absence was not a factor. However, I was batting just over 400 and was building up an impressive number of steals while playing very good defensive second base. The coach didn't have to make me take extra laps for disciplinary reason and I was now doing at least one extra lap after every practice. The coach told me if I kept up my current pace and didn't get into the error column, I might get a baseball scholarship. His comment made me feel good.

Evenings, after practice and homework, if I had any, (seniors didn't get much homework toward graduation time) I devoured the Sex Ed DVD's. I think I had them memorized.

Some time during that week, maybe it was Wednesday, I don't remember exactly, after supper and with dad in the den, mom called me upstairs to help her with something. I got up and went upstairs.

She pointed to my room so I went in and she followed me in. Shutting the door, she told me that Sean was going to be gone the entire weekend to see his dad out of town. Helen wanted me to come over so she could give me a personal thank you. I readily agreed.

"Mom, she could come over here just as easily." I indicated. "But I'm happy to go over there if Sean is sure to be gone. When would be the best time and how long should I stay?" We have a game Friday night so that might not be the best time."

"Josh, your game will be over by 8:30 pm. You could come home, bathe and shave put on some casual clothes and be there by 9:30. Helen wants to fix desert for you. I know you like banana splits with vanilla and cherry Ice cream."

"Mom, not Cherry, it's strawberry I like." She looked at me then grinned. 

"Well, a little slip of the tongue can get you just about any flavor you like." She smiled at me. "If she serves cherry flavor rather than strawberry, you just be the perfect gentleman and eat it all. She will appreciate your good manners in accepting what ever she serves. I can assure you, she will take pride in fixing something for you and watching you enjoy it. I'm sure she will join in. After all, she is going to be alone again this Mother's Day. You have earned a special place in her heart and I know she wants to thank you. Dad and I are going out on a special date after we watch your ball team. We won't be back until early in the wee hours. Curfew for you will be 2 am rather than midnight." With that she went down stairs to sit next to dad on the couch. I got my KY jelly and towel.

I called downstairs telling my parents that I was going to study then shower and go to bed. I locked my door, clicked on the first DVD, sat back and watched again for the umpteenth time. I needed a shower after a satisfying hand job. A hot shower followed then off to bed with visions of cherries in bed and strawberries on a banana split. 

Tomorrow was Friday. We had the final regular game of the season. If we won we might get a bid to the playoffs as a wild card. If we lost then the season was over. Tomorrow night was looking more and more like a set up by mom with the Helen of some of my dreams. The way mom talked, she had almost said she had set it up. She never said Friday night was another 'lesson' but it sure sounded like it. I hoped so. Armed with all the information contained in the sex Ed videos; I was ready to do some serious practicing.

I never in a thousand years thought that mom would set up something like a date with a mature but beautiful sexy lady like Helen for me. I thought the DVD's were the 'something special' she had alluded to earlier. Maybe they were and maybe this going over to Helen's was not what I was thinking it was. This all seemed a little strange and out of synch. I had envisioned recording and watching the two DVD's of mom and dad in action in their own marital bed. Then mom's reviewing them with me. Now here she was giving me these incredibly erotic sex education DVD's followed by this potential live encounter with the sexy beautiful Helen who wanted to tell me thanks. Then the home DVD's were to come last. Oh well. Who was I to complain? It was like the difference between a million dollars and a million and one dollars. It was all mind boggling. Life had turned incredibly good for me. Disaster had been overcome, I had a new sexy car and my sex life was looking very good. Even some of the sexiest girls at school wanted to hang with me now. 

That was the absolute best night's sleep I had ever had. Tomorrow promised to be the beginning of my adventure into reality, or at least I hope so. First, I had the baseball game and the chance to shine in front of the college recruiters. 

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Chapter 3 is under construction. I appreciate any constructive feed back. If any of you have some ideas to put into chapter three, which will likely be the final chapter, let me know.



The Aftermath Ch. 03



My apologies to my supporters for the delay in posting recently. The last year or so has been quite busy and I've just not had the time. I hope you all enjoy the continuation of my life story.




On Monday morning, we got up as usual for a weekday and went through our normal routines, except that this morning I didn't even think of dressing, I just put on my shoes.

When I thought about it later, I had been completely naked since Thursday last when I left work for the day, and I had been perfectly comfortable the whole time, and was just as comfortable now. As I said goodbye to Martin, he asked if I had put a dress or something in my bag, just in case the response from work about working naked all the time was a negative one.

I hadn't, and I said I didn't think I would need it – if I'm not allowed to, I'll either have to come home to get something to wear or they will have to put up with me for another day, and I'll dress thereafter. I did so much hope that they would all agree.

I kissed him and then walked out the door and down the street to the bus stop.

The usual people were at the bus stop waiting and they smiled when I arrived in the same naked condition that I had been last Friday morning, but just seemed to accept it. They were more chatty than would normally be the case though, just like they were on Friday, which made me think how my nudity was breaking down the inhibited nature of people not to talk to even relative strangers.

Most mornings, no one ever spoke, but my nakedness seemed to be breaking that cycle quite nicely and people were chatting away and joking (not at my expense I may add) with each other. The bus arrived a few minutes after I got to the stop and I boarded as usual. There was a different driver today, a woman at that, and as I got on she said "You can't come on here like that you know."

"I can't come on here like what?" I asked, "What is it that I've done to prevent me?"

"You're naked!" she spat back at me.

"Oh, is that all? My fellow travellers don't mind" and I turned to the passengers and directed it at them, "do you?"

Turning back to face the driver I said, "They were all happy with it on Friday, so why not today – or have you never seen yourself naked in a mirror before?" and I then showed her my bus pass and walked away down the bus. 

She started to shout after me and the guy who had been behind me getting on chastised her for her narrow mindedness and that all the regular passengers were happy with my attire, "So leave her alone." he finished.

Louisa, the woman who had been dubious about me last week, called to me and patted the seat next to her, so I went to sit with her. "Good morning, how are you today?" I asked as I sat down.

"I'm fine, thank you." she said. "And, I had a very interesting conversation with my husband about you on the weekend and we did some looking around on the internet. I have found that there are thousands of people around the world like yourself, those who like to be just naked, and those who like to be naked in public specifically – exhibitionism it's called – so it is not as unusual or weird as I had expected it to be. After reading all that stuff on the computer, my hubby said to me why don't you try it around the house for a while, then you'll see what all the fuss is about and how relevant and accurate your concerns and, now previous, inhibitions have been. Well, to cut a long story short, I did go about the house naked on Saturday afternoon, and I now see the enjoyment that you get from it – it is indeed liberating, so I have changed my opinion from that of last week. I don't have the courage to show myself off like you are, but I did feel that it was enjoyable. We are thinking of going to a clothes optional beach someday, or a club, a Naturist club nearby, to see what it is like to be naked in the outdoors. I'm quite excited about trying it too, so maybe soon I'll have something else to tell you. It was quite an interesting weekend for other, albeit related, reasons too – hubby, and for that matter me too, were quite turned on by the experience. What I'm trying to say, in a round about way, is sorry for making it difficult for you last week, and thank you for showing my another way of living and," and she whispered, "for giving me one of the most sexy weekends I've had in a very long time."

I took her hand and said, "Thank you for that, and for your support last week. It was a little easier for me to start going naked, I suppose, as I have always liked skimpy clothes and lots of attention anyway, but I do hope you will try it a bit more, and maybe you could come naked yourself one day until you get to your stop when you can dress, and that you enjoy it as much as Martin and I do. It would be lovely to have a travelling companion too."

"Maybe I shall some day, that would be something wouldn't it – two of us naked on a public bus!" and she kissed my cheek.

The remainder of the journey went much as it did last week, so nothing to report otherwise there, and the walk into work was pretty much the same, a few car horns, and shouted encouragements, mostly anyway, and then I was once again crossing the car park to the office complex.

The building receptionist was quite surprised to see me naked once again and she said "I thought it was only Friday we would have naked people about, what's happening today then?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary, just a normal working day today as far as I know, and good morning to you too." 

"Why are you naked again, not that I'm complaining of course, I think you look sexy as hell and I wish I had your guts – especially since you don't appear to have brought anything to cover yourself up with if you need to."

"I just found during the course of last week that I love being naked and just accepted for it, so I asked Friday evening if I could work naked all the time. They are going to decide today if I can or not, so I may be here naked every day – would you be OK with that?"

"Yes, it would – like I said I think you're gutsy and sexy as hell, and I love your bald pussy, if I may call it that. But, what if they don't agree to allow it – what happens then 'cause you don't have anything to dress in do you?" she asked.

"No, I don't – I thought I would just take the chance that it would be OK. If they don't I'll either have to go get something or they will have to put up with me for another day, won't they."

She smiled again and said, "See you later then, I hope."

I walked through to our office space and put my bag on the back of my chair, and then went to the kitchen, just the same as any other day, to make a cup of tea.

Rachel was in there already, and she asked "What the hell are you doing here naked again today – you do know it was only Friday that was supposed to be a naked day don't you?"

I said yes and went through the same spiel as I had outside, and then asked "Will you be OK with that, I do hope so 'cause I love it so much – the exhilaration, freedom and complete comfort of it is like a drug – I can't get enough of it, not to mention how good it is for my sex life!" and I smiled one of those knowing smiles at her.

"I can't say it will be easy, not in the beginning I suppose, you are a distraction after-all, but I guess I will be OK with that. When are they going to make this momentous decision?"

"I expect they will broach it during the normal Monday meeting when we have the de-brief from Friday's adventures." I replied.

I sat opposite her and it was only then that, once again, I noticed how my juices were flowing again. I looked down at my thighs and could see my pussy glistening a little from my juices. When I looked up again, I noticed Rachel looking too, and she had a smile on her face that hadn't quite reached her lips yet – like Mona Lisa a little bit I thought. "Anything wrong Rach?" I asked.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare – I just couldn't help noticing again how pretty your pussy is, especially when it's glistening like that – it looks like it's covered in a silver dusting."

"Hmmm, now you mention it, I suppose it does, and no I don't mind if you look if your thinking that – if I did I would be dressed, wouldn't I?" I said.

"Have you been naked all weekend then?" she enquired.

"Yes, and Martin and I went shopping on Saturday in Tesco's and then had lunch in a pub out in the country after that, but the rest of the weekend we just stayed home. I think both of us were a bit knackered after last weeks games, so we needed to recharge our batteries on Sunday ready for another week in work."

Her mouth opened and closed for a moment while she digested the implications of what I had just said and then, "You mean you went to Tesco's, naked, to do your shopping – how come you weren't arrested for God's sake?"

"Yes, I did – and it was OK actually. We went upstairs first of all to get a coffee, then we just did our shopping as normal. When we finished and were on our way out, the Manager did speak with us, but apart from being little flustered, he was OK too. We got some remarks and stares, of course, but I just ignored them. And, Martin was so supportive too – he's bloody gorgeous you know!" I said in reply.

The others started to come in then and they all, of course, noticed my nakedness, but didn't seem too bothered by it at all, which I was obviously happy with of course. At 9:00, we all went into the main office and gathered around the conference table, chatting away together quite normally until Robert interrupted us and said, "Shall we get started then?" to which we all agreed we should.

"Obviously, the first thing on the agenda this morning is last Friday's – adventure – shall we call it, and how it went.

He did not mention my nudity at this point, which I thought was thoughtful of him.

He continued, "The production company was more than happy with us – it was the first time that they had a 100% compliance from any company that they have run the project with. Now that we have done that, do you think it was a success and do you feel it helped us to get to know each other better. Can we bond as a good working team any better now do you think?" he asked no-one in particular.

Donna was the first to offer an opinion. "Eventually, when Gina had spoken to me and I had undressed properly too, I did find it worthwhile and I did enjoy it – clearly not as much as Gina" and she nodded in my direction and smiled, " has done, since she has come to work naked again today. I certainly feel more relaxed today, and I feel more prepared to discuss difficult subjects with people, so I suppose it has been of benefit; and thank you Gina."

Most of the others made similar comments, no-one was negative anyway, and I didn't say anything at all for the time being, feeling that my countenance was speaking for me.

Gerald said, when we had all finished with our comments, "That is more positive than I had expected, and thank you all for participating so fully – I think the day went very well."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "I suppose there is no escaping this, as you can all see Gina has come to work naked again today – not planned as I'm sure you all appreciate. However, she did stay back for a private word with me on Friday. She said how much she had enjoyed the experience and asked if she could work naked every day from now on. This is not something that affects just myself or the business, so I want to put that issue up for discussion next. Does anyone object to Gina's nudity on a daily basis, indeed, there may be some others of you who would consider doing likewise, and do any of you think it may be detrimental to the business, which of course has to take precedence?"

To cut a long story short – there were quite a lot of comments made and, delightfully for me, all positive, and, surprisingly, even Donna said she wouldn't mind coming naked now and then either, they all agreed pretty much without reservation.

Robert then said to me, in particular, but the group overall, "In that case Gina, I look forward to seeing more of you every day and yes, you may come to work naked if you wish – but with a couple of proviso's tacked onto that. Firstly, it must not interfere with your normal work – you will still have to attend to people in reception for instance, and if necessary, you may be asked to go to other sites as you have in the past and you did on Friday. Now, you can either keep something here to wear in such cases, or you can do it naked if you don't have something to wear, but you will have to decide that. Your nudity will not be an excuse to not do any of those things then. Also, if anyone of the staff, including me, do find your state of dress, or otherwise, awkward, you will have to dress from that point on. All agreed?"

There were a series of yes's from around the table and Donna, again very surprisingly, asked, "And may I be included in that also?" to which Robert replied, "Well, it would be difficult to say no – so with the same proviso's, if any of you wish to come naked then you are welcome to do so. After all, I did start this so I suppose I have to put my money where my mouth is so to speak. To be honest, I found it very exhilarating too, so don't be too surprised if I too am naked some days. Now, onto more normal business then."

I stepped in at this point by standing up and I was very conscious for a moment that, with Gerald directly across the narrow table from me, my bald vulva and pussy was right in his eye-line and very close, but it only lasted for a moment.

"I want to thank you all for being so supportive and understanding, not just for Friday or for what you have agreed this morning, but the way you all were with me last week. I have to say it has radically changed my life and I don't want to go back to the one I had before. Now I know I am going to enjoy working here so much more than I had been, enjoyable that it was anyway, but how much better will it be now, and Richard, I promise I won't let you down. Thank you all so much."

As I sat down a tear ran down my cheek , I had become quite emotional following all the kind remarks and obvious support that people had given me. I couldn't wait to telephone Martin with this brilliant news.

The day went quite well after that – nothing too out of the ordinary happened but I did have to go out front when we had a three deliveries of registered mail from different carriers that needed to be signed for. Donna kindly asked if I wanted her to go get them the first time as she was dressed, but I said that I had bargained for just such an eventuality and that I was happy to get on with, after all, the sooner the regular visitors to the office complex new about the naked workforce in the architects place, the better and easier it would become.

I spent the day generally unconscious of my nudity, but that didn't stop me getting wet during the course of the day and by lunchtime I had to go and 'relieve' the itch in my pussy. I managed to do it quietly though this time.

When it came time to go home for the day, I happily packed away my desk and was really looking forward to my journey home. I needed to be reminded that from now on my life was going to be different and that I was naked in public again; I craved that intense feeling of being just 'on the edge', it's the best way I can think to describe it, even though I was quite comfortable now being naked.

As I said my goodbyes to my colleagues, I wondered what would happen and if I would still have the confidence that I thought I had to carry on this naked in public way of life I now craved or would I chicken out like I had done with so many things in the past and then hated myself for not having the courage of my convictions.

I walked across the car park of the complex and turned right, as usual, and crossed the road at the crossing a little further on, to the delight of a couple of men in the van that had stopped for me. I smiled and gave a little finger wave of thanks to them as I crossed.

Now normally I would have turned left to carry on to the bus stop, but for reasons I cannot determine, I turned right instead and started walking back the way I had just come and towards the town centre.

I had gone past the entrance to the office block where I worked and suddenly thought 'what the hell are you doing here?'

I stopped and started to turn, then again changed my mind and continued on my way. I knew then that I was going to walk the 200 yards or so to the roundabout junction where a McDonald's was located, get a coffee to drink and then walk back again to the bus stop. I knew that I just wanted to extend my time naked on the streets further than just walking to the bus stop and then home from the other end.

This then was something else that was new. When I had gone on the bus before I had the consent of the people travelling on it beforehand, and when we all went to KFC I had not been alone, neither in the Tesco store – so this was entirely new and the closer I got to McDonald's the more I felt that tingling feeling, because now I was quite alone, nothing to cover up with and I was walking the main road with the intention of entering a public establishment completely naked.

Now my pussy really was dripping wet with the anticipation of it. I stopped a moment and called Martin.

"Hello love, anything wrong?" he asked when he answered his 'phone.

"No" I said, "I just wanted to ask how close you are to finishing work and would you be able to pick me up at McDonald's by the roundabout at work?"

"What the fuck are you doing there – I thought you went to work without anything to wear today, or has someone loaned you something to put on?" He sounded frightened.

"Well" I began, "I was walking to the bus stop and when I came to the crossing instead of continuing on towards it after crossing the road, I turned the other way. I had gotten all the way back to just outside work when I realised what I had done, and then I saw McDonald's and decided I would go get a coffee, and no, I don't have a stitch on – I am as naked now as when I left for work this morning. And it's no good shouting at me for it – I just had to do it and I'm loving it. So, can you?"

"I've got to see this! But bloody hell, you're taking a bit of a risk aren't you?" he asked.

"I suppose I am, but I may as well get things like this out of the way so that I can go about naked with confidence in myself sooner rather than later, besides, it's turning me on so much I couldn't back out now if I wanted to – so are you coming?" I asked again.

"Give me ten minutes, I'll be there right now. Exactly where will you be?"

"I'll be sitting inside with a coffee, hopefully by the window and near the door, OK?" I said.

I heard him giggling as he hung up the phone. My smile was so wide now it was hurting my cheeks, and I was gushing in the pussy department. I'd have to visit the loo when I got there to clean myself up.

I continued walking along and getting the odd call or beep from a passing car, but because it was the main road there was not too much pedestrian traffic. I had some inquisitive looks and the odd comment, but none of that bothered me – I was alone, almost in town, naked as the day I was born except for a pair of 3" heeled sandals and in absolute heaven. How come I hadn't done this before – it's so exhilarating!

A minute or two later, I turned into the Golden Arches and was now very visible to the occupants as it is nearly fully surrounded by floor to ceiling windows. I walked confidently across the car park, up to the door and nearly hesitated there, but I knew I had to go on. I pushed the door open and walked straight through and up to the counter. It was such a rush I nearly came right there again, and I hadn't touched myself since lunchtime – and all because I was without clothing!




The Aftermath Ch. 03



The girl behind the counter was certainly wakened from her obviously monotonous job when she turned and clapped eyes on me. The look on her face was a complete picture. I smiled and said, "Two large coffees please." and got my purse out of my bag to pay.

"You can't come in here dressed like that! What do you think you are doing?" she gasped. I had the attention of the whole place now, including all the staff.

"Expressing my right to freedom of expression." I said, still smiling.

"But – but – but..." she stuttered like an old BSA Bantam motorbike.

"Never mind the 'buts'" I said, "I'll have two coffees please, one for me and one for my Husband who will be here in a few minutes expecting it sitting on the table waiting for him and if it's not, I'll be punished by my Husband and Master."

Her face reddened and she turned to get my coffees while I fished a five pound note out of my purse. Still smiling, I gave it to her and walked away to sit near the door in the window and wait for Martin.

While I was waiting, a man in a suit came and sat across the table from me, I presumed he was the manager. "Madam" he said, "I'm afraid I can't allow you to remain here unless you put some clothes on – you will be upsetting the other customers, now I'm afraid I have to insist that you leave please."

I looked around the cafe for a moment and then said "I don't see anyone paying me too much attention, or suffering from heart failure or anything, so I don't think I am doing any such thing."

I stood up from behind the table and said to the room in general "Does anyone feel threatened or intimidated by my being here dressed as I am, and am I really bothering anyone enough for you to throw me out or involve the police or anything?"

God, I didn't know I had so much guts, but it had to be done, I couldn't meekly walk out just because some jumped up little excuse for a manager thought my being naked in his establishment would threaten his job or something.

A few people shouted back at me, and him, "No" and one said, "Let her stay you bully, she isn't doing anything is she!"

The general consensus seemed to be that I was OK, although there were a couple of dissenters in the ranks but they didn't make much of a fuss and, more importantly, none of them asked me to leave. His head dropped at the response and, with a sigh of defeat, he asked if I would not come like that again in future, and to be quick with my drink then go. 

"I can't promise that, it depends on my husband and Master, so I will have to do what he says or I get punished, but I'll try for you."

He looked perplexed at that but wandered off anyway. 

There was a little cheer around the room and I said "Thank you all, I'm most grateful for your support." and sat back down again.

I had just finished putting the sugar in our coffees (I can't stand unsweetened coffee) when Martin came in.

He had a smile from ear to ear and sat opposite me and straight away in a low whispering voice asked, "What made you do this – has anyone said anything to you?"

"The manager and I just had a chat, he invited me to leave but the other's in here disagreed with him so he didn't push it, especially when I told him that my Master would punish me if I wasn't here with your coffee ready when you arrived." I said.

"What did you tell him that for?" he asked incredulously.

"I told that to the girl who served me when she firstly refused to, and once I had said it I found it quite thrilling, so I carried it on. I'll tell you more later, but for now, what are your instructions, my Master?"

I was just loving this and so close to cuming right there in front of the whole restaurant that I had to get a grip for a minute and let it subside.

"I know we had sort of talked about this in passing, but I didn't for a minute expect you to do it so soon – do you really want to try this?" he asked.

"Yes – yes yes yes pleeeeeease – be my Master Martin." I pleaded.

He sat back, picked up his coffee and, looking directly into my eyes while he sipped it obviously gave my question some serious thought. After a minute, he asked me how turned on I was.

"Extremely" I told him. "I'm almost cuming just sitting here."

He didn't move or make any response for a couple of minutes, while I sat opposite him fidgeting and drinking my coffee.

"Take my keys" which he offered to me "and go out to the car and bring me my briefcase. Do it now or I will put you over the table and spank you."

I grabbed his keys and did exactly what he said, walking across the car park swinging my hips far more than I normally did while hoping I looked OK and not like some untrained and gangly catwalk model. I was trying for really sexy but wasn't sure I was pulling it off.

I opened the boot and took his briefcase from it, closing it behind me and re-locking it, then walked back again. I was very conscious of all the eyes that were on me again now. I went back in and put it on the table in front of him.

I then said, louder than needed, "I hope I didn't take too long for you Master."

"No, but next time run when I tell you – I expect more immediate results than this in future."

"Yes Master, may I sit back down now Master?" I asked, still louder than needed but I wanted people to hear me.

"Yes" he granted.

He had a quick look in his case and then closed and put it down on the floor, tutting as he did so.

"Is there anything wrong Master?" I asked – I was enjoying this!

"Yes, you have not put my apple in the bag today like I told you to. Don't you ever learn from your spankings?"

Ohhh how deliciously he was playing the game!

"No, Master." I hung my head in mock shame.

"Drink your coffee, I'll deal with you when we get home." he instructed.

I readily drank my coffee – my mouth was now quite dry and my hands sweaty, like I was frightened, but my nipples and bare naked pussy told an altogether different story – I was actually horny as hell and I think Martin could see it.

"Go to the ladies room before we leave, I don't want you making stains on my car seat again."

He was clearly getting into this as he too spoke louder than was necessary.

I immediately got up and crossed the restaurant heading towards the toilets. A woman, early twenties I surmised, put her hand out and stopped me.

She whispered, "Is he really going to spank you later? Why do you put up with it?"

"The Master and spanking bit is a little game we like to play, the nudity is all mine though. I just love being naked and can't ever get comfortable any more when I'm dressed, so this" I said pointing to my bare skin " is all my doing, the rest is just a game, but thank you for your concern, it's appreciated, and so is your tolerance of my state of uhhh, undress."

She smiled and whispered back "I need to get out more – you do look as if you are enjoying yourself. You're certainly excited enough, you are quite wet down there."

Well, she was in direct line of site of my dribbling pussy lips and was looking directly at them, what else could I expect her to say!

"Hmm, and I'm just off to do something about it too, so don't worry if you hear me squeal a little will you." and I continued on to the loo.

I didn't even get to enter the stall before I was cuming; and what an orgasm it was. I thought the top of my head was going to blow off and it seemed to just ripple through me again and again and again for what seemed like minutes.

I was drained when it finished and had trouble trying to stand up while I cleaned up my pussy and thighs. As I was doing it, the girl who had just spoken to me came in too.

"Boy, you look like you're having so much fun, but where do you get the guts to do this from? I don't think I could ever do it." she said.

"Never say never girl." I said, "and it does take guts, especially the first time you do it, but once you brazen it out it gets a lot easier very quickly. And to be honest, now that I've done it – actually gone out on my own, naked in public, I have come to hate having to put anything on at all, and I never wear anything at home anymore anyway. I'm even lucky enough to be able to work in my office naked too, so I'm pretty much always nude. The other upside of it is that it saves a whole load of money on buying and washing clothes!"

She giggled a little but didn't say anything, so I carried on...

"The one thing that I found first time I did this, a few years ago actually on holiday in the Med when we stumbled across a nudist beach, which made it a bit easier with everyone else being nude too, was to keep your head up, smile and be personable to those you meet, and willing to talk honestly. The minute you look down at yourself, or at least with me, I get scared and want to cover up. I'll tell you one thing though, it certainly makes you feel sexy and our sex life has been so good since I decided I was going to go nude all the time, if I could get away with it of course. I don't know how I'll feel when I get arrested for it, because it is probably a question of when rather than if. I'll just have to see what happens then, but I know Martin will back me up and help me because he loves me being naked all the time too and had fantasised about it for ages but was scared to bring it up. He told me that, beach aside, when we were in a club one night and I had no clean knickers left to wear, so I went commando, that he could see my pussy when I was sitting down and my bum and a quick flash of my pussy under my short dress when I was dancing – and he's fantasised about me doing more ever since. Then this thing in work came up that required to work naked for one day and I haven't looked back. You should try it though if your asking me all these questions, I think you'd probably love it too."

God, that was some gut spilling speech girl I thought.

She was obviously considering something, because she didn't say anything for a moment, but looked kind of quizzically at me. Then she said, "Do you think you could help me?"

"How can I help?" I asked, "It really is something that you have to do for yourself. The only thing I could do I suppose is encourage you, but that wouldn't be right – you have to want to do it for yourself I suppose."

"Well, it would be easier I think if I had someone else to do it with, especially the first time." she replied.

"Tell you what then, why don't you come and sit with us for a minute and we can see what Martin thinks – he's normally good at stuff like this and very supportive." What do you think, can you speak to him without getting embarrassed?"

"Yes, I can, but do you think I should strip now if we're going to do that? I'm not sure that I can."

"Look, I get really annoyed with myself when I set my mind on doing something and then chicken out because of the possible ramifications of what I had planned to do. I have in the past metaphorically kicked myself for being a little scardie-cat and utterly gutless, and it's that bit that's hard to get over, that 'I don't think I can' bit. So, it's entirely up to you. Strip or don't, it's your choice at the end of the day and I'm not going to even attempt to suggest you do this or that – you have to have some guts and do what you want to do. After all, it's only one life you get, and that is depressingly short, so if you want to do something, you just have to or you never will, and if you're anything like me, you'll regret it later because it probably wasn't all that much of a biggy. This is though, especially given the society we live in and there is always going to be that risk of getting arrested, so no one can decide this for you." I told her.

"OK, let's go talk to your Master then and, thank you for talking so openly to me about how you feel, it's quite refreshing to meet someone prepared to do that."

I gave her a little hug and said, "Come on then, let's go." and turned to open the door. To my surprise, Martin was outside the door waiting for me, and looking a little worried. 

"You OK?" he asked me and I assured him that I was. As we had drunk our coffees, I asked him if he minded having a chat with, and I pointed to the girl besides me who then introduced herself as Emily, and definitely not Em or Emmy please, about what I was doing with the nudist thing.

"No, that'll be fine, should I get us another coffee then?"

"Hmm, yes please, do you want one too Emily?" I enquired. 

She replied in the positive so I asked Martin to get them while we went back to the table we had previously occupied. 

She sat next to me and looked around the room.

"Mostly, people are not really taking much notice of you; they looked as we walked through, but now they seem to be getting on with what they are doing as if there wasn't a naked girl sitting in the restaurant. I thought they would still be staring, I know I want to."

"Well, stare away then. I have found that once the initial shock is over, and that people see you are not embarrassed yourself, they just accept it and do what they are doing. The odd one makes a bit of a fuss, but if you smile and talk to them, they seem mostly to come around and accept you for what you are, even if they do think your a bit 'weird'." I replied.

She just sat in silence for a minute looking around the room again. When Martin came back with the coffees, he asked her if there was anything wrong and she said no, explaining to him roughly what she had said to me. 

To my surprise, Martin said to her, "So, you think you want to try being naked too then do you? I know, just like Gina was, you want it but you're too prissy and scared to take what you want. Well, I'll help you out then. Go back into the ladies, remove all of your clothing, including your shoes, and leave them there. Then, come directly back here to the table and sit down to finish your coffee. When you do come out, don't look at anyone but Gina and keep your head up, shoulders back and point those pretty little boobs at me. Now go, or suffer the inevitable consequences."

I looked at him with amazement – I had never dreamed he could be like this.

Emily got up and walked directly to the toilets and went in. I didn't think she would come out again until we were gone, Martin had not really been all that nice and certainly not supportive, but to her credit, she did come out – naked – completely. Not just her clothes and shoes gone, but any trace of jewellery was gone too – she really was as stark naked as the day she was born.

She stopped for just a second when she came out the door, and it hit her in the back as it closed which pushed her out into the open. Then she started walking and did what Martin had said, she didn't look anywhere except directly at me and her head was held confidently high. I slid along the bench seat so she could sit on the end and she settled herself down next to me.

"God, I can't believe I'm doing this. This is incredulous – I feel so... aware of myself."

Neither Martin or I responded to that, I think we both wanted her to just feel herself, and let her contemplate what she was doing and feeling for a while. We both sipped our coffees whilst she sat, a little rigidly, on the chair looking straight ahead. 

I gave her a few minutes and said to her, "Here, drink your coffee, it's getting cold."

She snapped out of her trance then and picked up her cup, taking quite a large mouthful.

When she had swallowed it, she said "This is fucking amazing – my Mum's going to kill me though if she ever finds out I did this – but it is just so thrillingly amazing – I mean here I am, in McDonald's, sitting drinking coffee with loads of people around me and I'm stark naked. Not only that, I can see now why you were wet – it's such a fucking turn on. I feel like I will wake up in a minute and find that you two are just a dream."

I put my hand on her arm and said, "We're no dream, and yes you are sitting in a crowded restaurant stark naked drinking coffee – but your not on your own you know."

Robotically, she drank the remains of her coffee and started looking around the room. One or two people were looking still, but it was more like curious looks rather looks of animosity that we were getting.

She seemed to relax a little and finally she smiled at me. "Thank you. I may never do this again in my life, but at least, as you said, I'll never regret doing it just this once. It'll be hard to forget it though – one of those life changing moments I guess." she said.

"Ah, that'll be life changing only if you do it again, just a memory otherwise." I said.

Martin said, "I'm glad you seem to be enjoying it. So what are you going to do now Emily?" 

"You're bidding Master" she replied.

Martin smiled and then looked at me, shrugging his shoulders.

I laughed and said "Looks like your gathering a bit of a harem Martin – what are you going to do with us?"

"Well Emily is certainly relaxing into it isn't she, but a Harem I can't handle – you're all the girl I can handle; or want. However", he continued stroking his chin, "If you both want to play, I'll have to think about it won't I."

We all had a little giggle and suddenly Emily seemed to be comfortable for the fist time since coming out of the ladies and publicly displaying her nudity.

I suppose I should describer her shouldn't I. Well, as I said she was early twenties I guessed; she was a bout 5'6" tall, slim but with good hips and long shapely but slender legs, 34B or thereabouts bust with small areola and tight pointy nipples (I didn't know they were like that all the time then) and dark blonde mousey looking hair which came down to just touch her shoulders and she had a nicely rounded fresh open face. Her pussy was not shaved, shaped a little maybe, but not shaved. I thought I might have to do something about that if we met her again, which I quite fancied doing.

We had all finished our coffee's by now and Martin said, "Well Emily, I think Gina and I should get going now. Are you going to get your clothes back from the ladies before we go?"

Emily's face dropped and she slapped her hand to her mouth, looking quite shocked. "Oh God no." she said.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Gina, I didn't think this thing through properly. I took off my blouse and bra and then, when I came to take off my skirt I almost chickened out. To make sure I would go through with this and not get cold feet, I tore up my clothes and put them in the bin! I don't have any clothes to go home in now. Shit! What am I going to do – oh God help – why did I do that?"

I touched her arm and said, "OK, don't worry, we can take you home, can't we Martin?"

"Sure, I suppose, the car's outside anyway. How far away do you live, and what about your friends, how will they get home?"

Emily had obviously forgotten about them, so looked around at where they had been sitting to find an empty table.

"Shit!" she said again, "The sod's have abandoned me here. We came in Mike's car all of us together. Please help me, I'll pay your petrol if you take me home, it's a little village about 4 miles out of town." she stopped for a moment and then said, "How the hell am I going to get into the house dressed like this – my Mum is going to kill me."

"How old are you Emily?" Martin asked.

I couldn't blame him really, it's hard to guess a girls age these days afterall.

"I'm just coming up to my 23rd birthday, but she'll still kill me for all that."

"There is an alternative solution then; do you have any money on you?" I asked. I was feeling really wicked all of a sudden.

"Yes, a little, but I do have my bank card in my bag."

Thankfully this was on the table in front of her, not taken off by her friends, or should that be ex-friends?

"OK, I suggest that we go off to Tesco's and get you some new clothes then, would that make life easier for you?"

"Yes, but how are we going to get them, we don't have anything to put on to go in there."




The Aftermath Ch. 03



"Just to remind you, as if you could forget this being your first time and all, you don't have anything on in here either. Besides, Martin and I went shopping in there on Saturday and it was OK." I said.

"Yeah, but surely you didn't go nude into Tesco's did you?"

"Yes, as it happens I did. In fact, apart from shoes, I haven't worn a stich of clothing since last Thursday when I left work to go home, so that is four and a half days since I last wore anything, and I've done all the same things that I usually do – only now I'm doing it naked. It shouldn't be a problem should it Martin?"

He giggled again and held his head in his hands.

"I can see I'm going to get a bit of a reputation at this rate, aren't I. No Emily, we'll look after you and it'll be OK I'm sure. What's the worst that can happen anyway?"

"I could get bloody well arrested is the worst thing that could happen – I would be devastated." she cried.

"Look," I said, I've thought about that – I can't say what the final outcome would be, probably just a fine or something, for a first offence anyway. All they can do is take us down to the police station and charge us, then they will have to let us go and we wait, and get legal help in the meantime, until the Court case comes up, if it goes that far, and pay the fine. It may get a little more awkward and costly if you got arrested a second time I suppose, but come on, It wouldn't be that bad for a first offence, and look at what you would have to remember. And don't deny how turned on you are about this, I can see your juices glistening on you pubic hair so it is turning you on isn't it – sitting here in public - naked."

She gripped my arm and smiling again now, she said "D'you know what – you're BAD girl, just plain Bad. OK, lets go" and turning to look at Martin she continued, "but you have to instruct me Master."

Martin smiled and, to both of us, he said - "Right you two, out to the car right now and you can both get in the back seat for misbehaving and tearing up your clothes. And here's a new rule for you both – if one of you gets punished for disobeying, you both get punished."

Neither of us moved for a moment then he said, "I see some hesitation here – if you don't do what I say when I tell you to do it, and without argument or hesitation – you'll both be walking to Tesco's from here. Now move!"

As I got up and started to head for the door, I thought 'God this is weird – but I like it – and it looked as if Emily liked it too – I felt like I would have to have a chat with Martin later about this – I wasn't the jealous type, but I wanted to be re-assured about how far we would be happy to go with something like this before committing ourselves to something that would hurt us. For now though, I was more than happy to play along, and glad of a playmate to help me.

Showing a little self conscience, Emily followed me out of the bench seat and we started walking along to the door. I looked around at the guys behind the counter and waved and said 'Thank you' to them, then we were out the door and crossing the car park. I thought Martin would be right behind us, but he wasn't when I looked back. He was talking to the staff at the counter, so we had to wait by the car as he had the keys.

Emily seemed a little anxious so I took her hand and squeezed it. "You OK?" I asked.

"Yes, but sorry, I feel like I want to cum now – I want to play with myself now until I come – do you get like this?" 

"Yes, and I know exactly how you feel. What do you think I was doing in the toilets when you followed me in there earlier?"

"You weren't!" she said, looking a little shocked.

"Yes, I was, and when you came in I had just recovered enough to start cleaning myself up."

"But you weren't even in a stall!"

"I know, I tried but I couldn't wait, I came without me playing with myself, it was enough to be naked where I was to excite me sufficiently to make me come without having to touch myself."

"God!" was all she could find to say.

I still had her hand, and now she had stopped shaking. After a minute, she let go of my hand and said, "I'm going to get Martin if that's all-right with you. I can't just stand her like this – I'll lose my nerve. It seems I'm OK so long as I have something to do. And by the way, it is surprisingly comfortable isn't it." and she walked off back across the car park to the doors of the restaurant. 

I just leant against the side of the car waiting for them. A couple of cars passed as I waited, but they had been inside and seen me already, so that wasn't a problem.

In less than a minute, they were both back and Martin 'beeped' the car doors open, so I got in the back as instructed. Emily got in besides me and we were off.

I took Emily's hand again, and she put her and my hand in her lap. She was soaking wet too, and I couldn't resist having a feel of her pussy lips. As I touched them gently, she looked at me and nodded, 'go on then', so I did and within seconds, she was cuming all over the seat. Her head was back against the headrest, her breathing thick and fast and her hand was pushing mine into her crotch where I felt her juices spurt out into my hand as she came.

She still held our hands in her lap and slowly recovered from the orgasm. I felt she had controlled it quite well, and smiled at the blush that had developed over her chest and up into her face.

"God thank you – that was brilliant – thank you so much Gina.

She took my hand then and started to lick off her juices from my and her hand.

"This is another first for me." she said, "I've never tasted myself before – it's nicer than I expected it to be – quite sweet actually!"

I put my head back against the restraint and closed my eyes. 'What the fuck am I creating here – First Sammie, then Donna and now Emily had been converted and are doing things they had never seen themselves doing before – and it was all because of me and Naked Friday.' I mused.

I further wondered where my life would go now, and how much fun it promised to be in the future. I felt like I was one very lucky girl right now, so I just enjoyed the moment, especially when Emily started touching me in return and soon had me orgasmic again. I could see the huge smile on Martin's face in the rear view mirror as I was cuming, a nice slow gentle orgasm and for the first time ever, at the hands of another female – he clearly knew exactly what was happening back here and obviously didn't mind!

In no time at all, we pulled into Tesco's car park, which wasn't as busy as I had expected it to be. Maybe the 'I'll get something on the way home from work' brigade had done that by now and it was a quiet time before the early evening rush started again. Whatever, it was a nice surprise as it would make things a little easier for us. Martin pulled into a space not too far away from the entrance so we wouldn't be 'publicly' on view for so long, as if being inside was any less public – it's a perceptional thing I think.

Emily's hand tightened on mine and she exclaimed that she was frightened silly – but hugely excited at the same time.

I giggled and, I hoped to calm her nerves a little, I said "The frightened bit is good – it helps to keep you safe, but try to concentrate on the excitement more than the fear – and don't forget, your not alone – I'm nude too and Martin is with us – he'll make sure nothing bad happens."

"Yeh! But he can't protect us from the police can he." she stated, quite accurately and continued, "Ohhh – my Mum's going to kill me – I just know she will."

By this time we had pulled up in the car park, so I opened the door and got out and, still holding my hand, she shimmied across the seat and got out behind me.

She vainly attempted to cover her boobs with her free hand, but it wasn't working too well and with a grunt of dissatisfaction at her inability to hide herself, she gave up and, just as I had told her to do, she proudly held her head high and stepped off after Martin, dragging me along behind her.

She quickly caught him up and and took his hand in her free hand and we all continued walking across the car park.

When we got to the door, it swished open and a blast of relatively cool air hit us as we went through the door. If our nipples weren't standing to attention already, they would have been following that rush of air. It brought goose-pimples to my skin!

It was only about a dozen paces to the escalator that would take us upstairs to the clothes section, so without hesitation we all continued on and alighted it. Now this is a new type of escalator in this country – the old type was a moving set of steps that would fold up flat at the top and then open up again at the bottom (or vis-versa if you were going down of course) but this new system was just a moving ramp.

The floor of the 'ramp' was designed such that, if you had a trolley, it would grab the wheels like a brake and stop them rolling down hill so you didn't have to take the weight of your loaded trolley and risk letting it go to roll down the hill into other people either in front or behind you, dependent on whichever way you were travelling. This meant that it was very easy to walk up the ramp so long as no one was in front of you, so we hurried our trip up to the top by walking as well as riding up the escalator. This had the effect, I suppose, of limiting the time we spent in full view of the whole store – both floors – as it also had glass sides on it so nothing was hidden as we rode up.

As soon as we reached the top, Emily turned sharp left into the clothing section. We walked back and forth a couple of aisles looking at what was available cheaply for her to wear home and soon found this little summer dress. The material was a Polly-Cotton mix, so it was lightweight. She held it up against herself and asked "What do you think? Does it suit me?"

It was a very pale yellow with a border of what appeared to be a photograph of a wild flower meadow around the hem. It rose from there to a pinched waist and then up to a V shape in the chest, and had tiny string type straps over each shoulder. It was very low cut in the back and would come to about mid back on Emily I guessed. It came to about mid thigh on her when she was holding it up and I figured it would be a little shorter when she had it on. It looked like it would show her nipples through too, largely because it was a lightweight material and it's colour – yellow often seemed to be more see-through than white most of the time, but I said she should try it on.

She looked around her and asked, sort of absent mindedly, "Do you know where the changing rooms are?"

Martin just burst out laughing at that and when he recovered he said - "What is it that you think you need a changing room for – don't forget your naked like Gina."

Emily smiled shyly at this and got a little red, and then she took the dress off it's hanger and pulled it on over her head.

The dress was shorter than I had guessed, and actually fell to about 2" below her pussy and, as expected, her nipples were clearly visible through the material, even under the store lights. It was likely to show more in the sun. She walked to the end of the aisle and looked at herself in the full length mirror on the end.

"Hmm – not to bad I suppose, I quite like the detail around the hem – just right for summer. But, it's not too comfortable though. I'll look for something else." and with that she grabbed the hem and pulled it back over her head.

We walked back down the aisle and she put the dress back on the hanger, then we continued to look for something suitable.

To cut a long story short, she tried on a few things and after trying each one on, she expressed how uncomfortable they seemed to be.

"Emily – it's not that they are any more uncomfortable than anything else you may have in your wardrobe – it's that you're skin is now used to being unadorned – even in this short space of time – I know because I feel it myself and I would especially now because I have been naked for 4 days solid. It would feel horrible for me to put something on now and I would be in a huge rush to get rid of it again."

Her only response to this was "Hmmm." 

She took off the, frankly, horrible dress she had picked up last and we turned the corner into another aisle and bumped into a woman coming the other way. Quite naturally, she apologised to her and sidestepped away from her, intending to continue on her way.

The woman almost spat at her the comment "What the hell do you think your doing – it's disgusting – put some clothes on woman – have you no shame?"

Emily stopped dead in her tracks.

'Oh shit! Now were for it' I thought and turned to Martin for support.

As it happened, I didn't need to – Emily rounded on the woman and said "Tell me Madam, exactly what is it that you find so disgusting?" 

This had the effect of completely disarming the woman who spluttered a little but then replied, "Well, you're naked – I think it's disgusting that you can wander around like that – and in public too – you should be arrested!"

"You find the human body disgusting do you? Are you married; do you have children; have you never seen a naked body before, especially a female one – and if you say no to that last one you'll be an out and out liar – you can't pick up a newspaper these days without seeing some girls boobs displayed across a whole page – No, it's just your perverse sense of morality that you find the human body disgusting – here"

She grabbed the woman and took her to the balcony overlooking the food floor below and quickly found what she was looking for, an old man in very scruffy clothes walking out of the shop with a tiny bag of shopping in his hand and really struggling to make any decent headway, his back severely bent over and with clear difficulty in walking...

"That is disgusting – and not to mention deplorable – that our society can allow people like him to have to scrimp and save and either eat or keep warm – someone who undoubtedly fought a war for us and we have just dumped them on the scrapheap and don't appropriately care for them even when they are in hospital at the end of their lives; and he is not alone by any stretch of the imagination – and yet you find my naked countenance, which is nothing in comparison to his problems, disgusting – you need to re-evaluate what 'disgusting' means Madam."

'Fuck me – where did that come from!' I thought and looked at Martin – who's mouth was hanging open just like mine and the woman she was talking to (berating?) with her outburst.

"I.. I.. I suppose you are quite right" said the woman, "he, and people like him, deserve so much more from our society – and put in that sort of context you are just a site that is not expected. I'm sorry – my reaction was not appropriate now you come to mention it, and I'm sorry if I caused offence."

Well, this is something for the memory bank I thought. 

Emily released her hold on the woman and said, in a much quieter and more gently voice, "I'm sorry I startled you too – but I really don't mean to embarrass you, or anyone else, nor my friends over there – we just like to be naked and there is honestly no desire on either of our parts to be offensive – we just ask to be accepted for what we are – nudists."

She turned then and walked back to us. The look on her face as she approached was quite non-descript, but by the time she reached us a smile was tickling the corner of her lips.

"Come on, let's go. I've decided I don't want to buy something to wear after all. Would you mind taking me home Martin?" she asked.

"What about your Mum – won't she be a bit pissed off with you?" I enquired.

"Yes, I suppose she will – but she'll just have to get used to it – I'm not going to be a bloody sheep any more, just blindly and unquestionably following the flock for the sake of it." she responded.

She walked straight past us and on towards the escalator, so we followed (meekly?) on behind. I looked up at the woman still standing looking over the railing and she smiled (sheepishly – Oh! the puns) at us as we travelled down.

Without pausing at the bottom, Emily led us directly out the doors and keeping a few paces in front of us walked back to the car, where she waited for Martin to open the doors. She had a huge grin on her face now. Neither Martin nor I said a word, and silently got back into the car.

"That's it – I've had enough of the bigoted attitudes of people like her – my body is not disgusting – it's beautiful and I have a right to be proud of it – so – I'm not hiding it any more!" she stated with some venom in her voice.

"And I'm not going to let my Mum talk me out of this – I had enjoyed this evening up to the point where that woman had to have her say. Bollocks to them all – I love my body and I'm going to damned well show it off if I want to."

I reached over and took her hand again – I don't quite know why but I had gotten in the back with her again, and said, "OK, calm down Emily – you can't go home with that sort of temper in you – you have to face your Mum now don't you. And you'll need to be calm with her or she'll never understand your point of view, will she!"

I couldn't believe for a moment that I was, albeit in a roundabout sort of way, encouraging her to continue with this and face up to her mother who would most likely be devastated at what her daughter was doing.

"You're right, of course, I have to think how I am going to approach this, but I'm not going to give in now – if I want to be naked, then naked I will be – and sod the lot of them."

She put her arm around my shoulders and gave me a hug. "Thank you for helping me with this – I've kept my desires hidden and slinked around the house in the past, getting naked whenever I thought I could get away with it and nearly being caught on so many occasions – well not any more."

She picked up her bag and got out her mobile 'phone then said, "Would you mind giving me your telephone number, I'd like to let you know how I get on tonight and maybe meet you again and join you for some more adventures, what do you think?"

I looked over at Martin and, although I couldn't see his whole face, knew he would be happy for me to give it to her. She stored it in her 'phone.

"Do you want mine too?" she asked.

I did the same and then Martin said, "OK, you'd better direct me from here please Emily."

For the next three or four minutes, Emily watched the road and told Martin where to turn. She missed the number of stares we had at various traffic lights and other junctions when Martin had to stop for traffic by people walking and in higher vehicles but I noted them.

Mostly, they were kind of disbelieving stares, but quite a few smiles and thumbs up too – so I was reasonably happy by the time we pulled up outside Emily's house. It was an expensive place – too expensive for Martin and I to afford – and had a long driveway up to the front door.

As Martin stopped outside, she gave me a hug again and kissed my cheek, thanking us both and then leaning over and kissing Martin's cheek too.

"I'll give you a ring later if that's OK, just to say how I get on with my Mum, and it looks like Dad is home too – Oh boy! This is going to be tough!" she exclaimed.

I patted her bottom as she got out onto the road side of the car and said "Good luck" to her.

"Thanks, I'm going to need it – but I'm not giving this up now that I have gotten this far. Can I ring you later to let you know what happens?" she asked, to which I responded "Yes, please do, and good luck."

She walked around the car and with a wave, turned her back to us and made her way up the drive. Head high and hips swaying, I have to say she was quite a glorious site making her way up the drive and I looked around at the other houses in the street to see a few curtains obviously twitching.




The Aftermath Ch. 04



"I've just got one more question for you. I know you've been naked, with and for, me a little bit, but are you going to join me more often when you're not in work?" I quickly added, "It won't matter if you don't, just so long as you remain supportive of me being naked."

He didn't answer straight away but sat in thought again. I ground my lap into his groin while he cogitated – I can be so mean sometimes!

He eventually pushed me gently off his lap, stood, and stripped – then sat down again and invited me to resume my previous seat on his lap (where I also resumed my grinding).

"Yes, I think I will. I may not feel able to be as brazen as you are, but yes I will. I've enjoyed it too you know, and do feel the same liberation as you when you're naked and I really liked our trip to the pub the other night. One thing though, please will you stop that or we'll find ourselves making love in public too!"

I moved my position to allow me to suck his now erect dick into my moist and waiting pussy. "If we do it gently, I'm sure that Geraint won't notice." I whispered and started to quietly move back and forth on his lap.

Maybe because we were screwing in public, even though it was our own back garden, neither of us lasted long and we both had a slow and enjoyable orgasm as we kissed and rocked together. I remained still on his lap when we were finished and just hugged and kissed him gently.

After a few minutes, when we'd both properly recovered our equilibrium, he tapped my bottom.

"C'mon, let's go shower then we can hit the 'phones."

We showered together, occasionally kissing while we washed each other, then dried and went back downstairs.

I grabbed the 'phone and sat again on Martin's lap and dialled my Mum's telephone number.

After a few rings, my Dad answered the 'phone and I said 'Hi Dad, how are you and Mum today; are you busy?"

'Hi Gina, no, we're not really busy today, maybe a little shopping later that's all. How 'bout you guys?' came his tinny voice over the receiver.

"Is Mum with you then?" I asked.

"Yes, we're both here – is anything wrong? You sound a bit anxious" he replied.

"Well, you're right, I am a bit. Can you put the speaker 'phone on, I don't really want to do this twice."

There was a click and an echoy voice said, "OK Gina, it's on now and we're both here listening."

"OK" I said and took a deep breath, "Would you mind if Martin and I come over this afternoon, we've got something to discuss with you and would prefer to do it face to face?"

Mum's voice came next "Ooh! Are you pregnant at last? I do hope so, I'm so looking forward to being a Grandmother!"

I laughed down the 'phone and said, "No Mum, I'm not pregnant, but what we want to talk about is just as big a deal, if not bigger, so would it be OK?" I asked again.

"Well of course, you know you can come 'round anytime."

"OK, but just to warn you..." I took another big breath and Martin hugged me tighter in support "... we'll both be naked when we come over; that's what we want to discuss with you."

Dad said, "Can you say that again, I'm not sure that I heard or understood that."

I repeated myself and waited again.

Mum said now, "You're going to come here naked? I don't understand – is this some kind of stunt, or a bet or something?" I could hear a little tear in her voice – I knew my Mum well enough to know when she was out of her depth with something and she always cried when she was.

"No Mum, it's nothing like that – it all came about because of something in work a couple of weeks ago, and we want to come over to explain it all to you before you find out about our change of lifestyle the wrong way."

Mum again... "Will that be both of you, Martin too?

"Yes, Mum, both of us."

(I heard my Dad say in the background 'What the hell will the neighbours think')

"Well, I suppose so – if you must. I don't like it too much though. What time will you be coming and do you want lunch? Oh God – you don't want us to be naked too do you? – that would be just too much young lady!"

I laughed and said "No, of course not silly – this is our change, not yours – and lunch, if you can cope with us, would be great. How about in an hour, would that be OK?"

"OK, we'll see you then, Byeee" said Mum, and Dad repeated 'Byee' in the background.

I hung up the 'phone and just sat there on Martin's lap and he hugged me in close to him for support.

"That could have gone a lot worse Martin." I said. "I wonder how they'll be when we get there. Here – you're turn."

I got off him and went to get a coffee – my mouth was dry and my hands were shaking. 'Oh fuck – what have I done?' I questioned myself.

I soon resumed my seat on Martin's lap and he was having a much harder time of it than I had.

He was trying to talk and all I could hear were part words from him and shouting at the other end of the 'phone, it was his Mother yelling at him.

I held out my hand, offering to take the 'phone from him as I could see he was getting to the point where he would be shouting back – and that just wouldn't do anyone any good.

"Martin, let me speak to her" I said quietly.

Reluctantly, he handed the 'phone to me and when I put it to my ear I could hear his Mum having a right rant.

"Hi Jennifer, this is Gina, Martin had to pop off for a moment; sorry."

"Gina, I hope you're going to talk some sense into that boy of yours, it doesn't seem that I can – what's he on about wanting to come running home naked?"

"Jennifer, he's at home now; he, that is we, want to come and discuss with you our change of lifestyle before you hear about it in the wrong way. It's much better for us to tell you ourselves and when we have we can discuss it together in an adult and rational manner."

Still in a state of some anxiety, she replied, "What is rational about running around in public naked as the day you were born – it's perverted and you'll get arrested both of you. What the hell is all this – I just can't make any of it out..."

I cut her tirade off, "Jennifer, getting all worked up before you know the facts is not going to get any of us anywhere – Martin and I have decided to change the way we live, despite the difficulties that may arise out of it, and out of courtesy to you and Ralph, we'd like to tell you about it ourselves. We'll be around at about 4 O'Clock and when we come we'll be naked. Is that OK with you."

"Well! I've never heard you be so rude before – you make it sound like I don't have a say in all this?"

"Can you hold just a moment please Jennifer." and I put my hand over the mouthpiece of the 'phone.

"Martin, snapshot answer – how do you feel about continuing with this if your family don't accept us?"

"Snapshot – it's our life now and we've got to live it how we feel right for us – if they don't agree I'm sure we'll manage just fine!"

"Jennifer, thanks for that – and to answer your question, you don't have too much choice – we have to live our lives the way we see fit and if you can't accept that and support us that would be a sad thing for us all. So, we'll see you late afternoon as I previously said."

"I can't wait young lady – and I'll have a few choice things to say myself." and she put the 'phone down.

I too, with a shaking hand, replaced the receiver to it's charging cradle.

I eventually turned to face Martin and, with hanging head, said, "Sorry Martin – maybe things could have gone smoother than that – I thought she would talk more openly with me, her being a woman too. I hope it will be OK, I couldn't forgive myself if she doesn't talk to us again." and, despite my earlier bravado with Jennifer, I burst into tears.

Martin took me in his arms and hugged me while I sobbed.

"Gina, what you said was exactly right – this is our life – we've made our choice, we've discussed what we want to do with our lives, and we've agreed. Yes, it would be a sad thing not to have my parents in our lives, but it would be a devastating thing for our relationship if we changed our minds because of them. We wouldn't survive that Darling, I'd feel guilty about curtailing your dreams for us after agreeing to them and you would moulder away at what could have been – and we'd end up hating each other – so you've done exactly the right thing. We decided this morning what we want out of life together – and to survive we have to stick to our guns. I told you I love you – and that is unconditional – I always shall and no matter what – I'll be right behind you every step of the way."

I looked up at him and he dried the tears from my eyes.

"How is it that you always say the right things to me?"

"Because I love you, and as I said, I'll always be right behind you: (he smiled then) besides, with you running around 'butt' naked, no matter how good you look from the front, that ass is something to die for!"

I slapped his arm and reached up to kiss him again.

Instead of the light gentle kiss I'd expected, Martin drove his tongue into my mouth and held me close to him, his hands caressing my buttocks, and he mumbled "I love you darling – and I always will."

He eventually, and breathlessly, put me down again and, after a moment to collect my thoughts, I said, "We'd better get cleaned up to go to Mum's then Darling – and I love you too – more than you can possibly know.

I kissed him softly and hugged him to me.

"Come on, let's clean up and go to my Mum's house.

Thirty five minutes later, it was only a ten minute drive to Mum's house, we pulled up at the kerb of the terraced Council house where I grew up. In the next door garden Mr. Havers was trimming his privet hedge, but other than that the street was empty, although the lounge windows of the houses faced the street so there was no telling how many people may see us walking across the road (all the cars in the street parked on one side to allow other cars to continue using the street) and down the footpath to the front door.

Martin took my hand and asked, "Ready Gina?"

I lifted his hand to my mouth and kissed it, smiled at him and replied, "Martin, I think this is the biggest thing I've ever done in my life, and the last few weeks has seen me do big things and live through them, so yes Darling, I'm ready if you are!"

He in turn kissed my hand and he reached for the door handle of the car and, as equally naked as I, he opened the door and stepped out with me following in turn, walking around the car to him and taking his hand as he stood in the street waiting for me.

As soon as he saw us, Mr. Havers stopped his hedge clipper, his mouth dropped open and he stared at us. As we reached Mum's gate he asked, "Haven't you forgotten something Gina?"

"No, Mr. Havers; we haven't forgotten anything at all thank you. Your hedge is coming along nicely this year isn't it." I replied as we walked up the path to the house.

I tapped on the door and pushed it open, "Mum, Hi, it's only us." and Martin shut the door behind us.

Both Mum and Dad stepped into the hall from the kitchen, which was at the back of the house so they didn't see us coming, and my Dad blushed to the roots of his hair. As was usual for us, I hugged him and kissed his cheek and if anything it made his blush worse. I kissed my Mum's cheek too and asked if we could have a coffee and a chat.

Showing us into the lounge she then went out to the kitchen and Dad followed her. I could vaguely hear them talking as the cups rattled and the kettle boiled.

I took Martin's hand; it was shaking.

I kissed his cheek and said, "Don't worry Darling, it'll all be OK; promise!"

Mum and Dad came back into the lounge with a tray of cups, offered each of us one and then they sat down too.

"Well," asked Dad, "What's all this about then Gina."

I proceeded to tell them about Naked Friday and all that had happened, including my now working naked every day and travelling back and forth to work on the bus most days, again naked. Surprisingly, it took a lot longer to tell than I thought, when I'd finished about twenty minutes had passed.

"I really don't know what to think about it." Mum eventually said. "How is it, having been so brazenly and publicly naked so much, that you haven't been arrested yet?"

"We've been careful about where and when we go to start with, but that hasn't stopped us carrying out our normal day-to-day activities, at least not yet, and if anyone asks about why I'm naked I just tell them openly and honestly why, and how good it feels. Martin doesn't go to work naked and he hasn't come shopping naked, at least not yet, but it does seem to be different for men. We've discussed the implications of getting into trouble with the Law and we're prepared to accept that we may well do. Fortunately though, I met a Barrister the other day when we were out on site who's wife said that they would come to our assistance and represent us if, or I suppose when, we do get into trouble."

There was a silence for a few more seconds than was comfortable so I continued, "Look Mum, Dad; we're not doing this to cause anyone any embarrassment, or to shock anyone or make any type of statement. During the week preceding Naked Friday when I was practising for it, I found that I was quite happy being naked, wasn't shy or ashamed of it, and loved making new friends because of it. I've loved too the way that the office atmosphere has changed for the better and how accepting of you people can be if only you're upfront and honest with them. We're just hoping that you can be accepting of us too."

Dad was the first to speak - "Martin, what do you really think about this, because it seems as though Gina is the driving force in this thing and you're following along behind her – don't you care about what people will say about you?"

"Dad, Gina has opened my eyes over the last few weeks and she hasn't pressed me in any way. We've discussed everything that's happened, agreed that this is what we want, and I do want to do more in supporting Gina by going naked more often, and she's right too that it's a very liberating experience... I love your daughter, she is the most grounded sensible person I think I've ever known, and even in this she's considered the consequences of everything she, and we, have done beforehand and we've discussed it and agreed together to do what we're doing – and we wholly support each other – that's what we promised when we married; and that is what we're doing."

I squeezed his hand and glowed, I'm sure, with pride as once again he had said the most perfect thing.

Mum asked, almost in a whisper, as if to deny the question before it had been spoken, "Don't you get embarrassed about strangers seeing your most private parts?"

This was good, Mum was asking the right questions now.

"No, Mum, I don't. As I see it, there are two types of human, Male and Female. Half of us has the attributes I have and half the attributes of Martin, so we either have the same thing or we've seen the other at some time or other, and that includes kids too if you think about it, so why should the sight of a naked body be such an awful thing? Let's be fair, you've seen Dad naked and he's seen you naked too, so there's nothing different about us being naked other than the differences that are found in each other's faces – we're just being honest about it."

Again, they both appeared to be thinking to themselves about what they'd heard.

I stood up and dragged Martin with me, picked up the now empty cups and asked, "Another coffee anyone?"

Mum and Dad said, rather remotely, 'Yes please' and Martin and I left them to their deliberations, closing the lounge door behind us as we went.

I put the kettle on to boil and washed and dried the cups. I could still hear them talking so took Martin's hand and went out to the back garden, taking a seat at the picnic table with Martin opposite me.

"That seemed to go better than I'd expected." Martin said.

"Yes, I agree, it must be that 'open and honest' thing again. We held hands and just enjoyed the sunshine for a while and then Dad came out of the back door with the tray of cups. He, followed by Mum, came and sat at the table, him next to me and Mum next to Martin.

Dad gave each of us a cup and said, "You both seem to have given this a lot of thought and consideration – you've plainly talked it all through and have decided that this is how you're going to live from now on." he paused for a moment, then continued... "We've talked and decided that it's not something we agree with, nor something we endorse, but we do love you – both – and if this is how you want to live then we must allow; no, not allow, sorry; accept that and support you in your decision.

I turned in my seat and gave Dad a huge hug, and Martin did the same to my Mum, who 'whooped' in embarrassment, then I got up and hugged Mum too.

"Thank you both – you've been so kind about all this – and this is exactly the kind of responses I was telling you about when being open and honest about what we're doing. I knew you'd be OK about it all – and we love you both too."

The atmosphere became much lighter after that and we chatted generally about all sorts of things. Eventually though, it was time to go and get lunch before facing the expected tirade at Martin's parents.

I asked Mum if she wanted help with preparing lunch and she said yes, so while we went off to do just that we left Dad and Martin chatting about Martin's work in the garden.

When lunch was ready we ate in the garden, noting that Mr. and Mrs. Havers spent some time in their garden too, where they could clearly see us in all our naked glory. I was surprised that their attentions made me quite aroused and my pussy, while not gushing, was quite damp as a result. Did I mention that I like being seen naked? I'm sure I must have!

As we were eating our lunch, the talk turned to our forthcoming visit to Martin's parents house and how hostile they had been on the 'phone this morning. I didn't really expect any kind of sympathy from Mum, rather I expected her in particular (Dad was always more easy going than Mum) to be quite on the side of Martin's parents, but quite out of character she asked if it would help if they joined us on the visit to lend some support. I looked at Martin to answer that one for me, but thought it might be a good idea to have, surprisingly, an ally or two. 

Martin agreed saying, "Thank you Janet, your support would be most welcome, and I'm grateful for it, both of you."

Mum and I left the table as I offered to do the washing up after lunch and she tagged along to help. While at the sink she asked...

"Gina, tell me, now that we're on our own, are you certain that this isn't something Martin is forcing you into?"

"Oh Mum! How could you think that. Didn't you bring me up to have a mind of my own and not to bow to pressure from someone else? Of course he didn't – in fact, it's a bit the other way. When the Naked Friday project was announced it was me that wanted to do it – and its me who's really led this all the way, with Martin's opinion being taken into account of course. I couldn't have done this without his unbridled support and now that I have, I've become accustomed to being nude all the time: it works for me and Martin, and it's good for my work too. I've never enjoyed anything so much: so please, Martin's been so supportive of what I've asked for us to do and now he too is feeling the same freedom that I did when I went naked that first night. We've never been happier Mum, and I hope you can be at least half as supporting as Martin has been – neither of us want to fall out with you over this – but it's something that we've just got to do – for the foreseeable future anyway."

"OK then... So, what's it like being naked around other people; like, do you feel embarrassed at all?"

I laughed a little and replied, "No, Mum. I don't feel embarrassed at all – quite the contrary, I feel invigorated, free and happy, and the couple of times I have worn any clothes over the last few weeks I've felt exactly the opposite – constricted, unhappy and feeling that I have to comply with a pretty much outdated attitude towards our own bodies. Just think of it Mum, if we all didn't wear clothes, think how few overweight people we'd see on the streets – it would be good for the Country's health and bank balance!"




The Aftermath Ch. 04



"So long as your not being coerced I suppose that it'll be OK with us then. And I suppose your right about the overweight problem blighting the country, so long as it didn't go too far the other way – after all we don't want to see walking skeletons either."

We both laughed and I turned and hugged her.

"You know, the only way you'd understand it all is if you tried it, even if it was just in private, you know, you and Dad."

"Who'd want to see an old saggy body like mine, or your Dad's for that matter?"

"Well, it's not really about what you look like, despite my comment about weight which is that overweight persons problem, it's about how you feel – and nothing feels quite like this – it's just so... down right bloody exciting and invigorating, and Martin and I have never been closer to each other than we are since this nudist thing started."

"There is another word for what you're doing you know – it's called Exhibitionism!"

"Mum, I don't care what anyone else calls it – I just know that this is what Martin and I have been missing – wild horses couldn't drive a wedge between us now, that's how close and comfortable we are together."

Again, Mum hugged me, wished me well and said that she was glad for us (this morning I'd never have believed that) and said, "Go get your Dad, we have to change if we're coming with you."

I kissed her cheek and went out back to tell Dad to shift himself or he'd be in trouble with Mum, and sat on Martin's lap while Dad shrugged his shoulders, kissed me on the cheek and went indoors.

As soon as he was gone, I relayed what Mum and I had talked about to Martin. When I'd finished, he said, "Your Dad was very supportive too. He said that it was our life and we had to live it how we felt fit, so long as it was legal. I said this wasn't really legal but that we'd considered it and would take our chances.

He agreed that it did have an element of danger about it legally but at least we seemed to have good Council sorted out for ourselves. He also said that, seeing how happy we are with what we're doing, maybe he should have done something like that himself; 'Too old now!' he'd said. I said you were never too old, just too stuck in the norms of society that are a little out of date, to my mind anyway."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him gently on the lips. When they were free again, I said... "I do love you so Martin."

He kissed me again and then, the cheeky sod, ran his finger up and down my moist and readily available pussy. I almost came when he did that and hadn't realised how aroused I'd become. 

Playfully, just in case we were seen or I couldn't stop myself from jumping him right there and then, I slapped his hand away whispering, "Stop, we can't do that now – wait 'till later and I'll jump all over you – and put that man away too – Mum won't appreciate it!" referring to his rapidly hardening Member that I could feel against my bum! I sat down next to him and we waited for Mum and Dad to get ready.

They came down about fifteen minutes later and asked if we were ready to go. Timing was good, it was now about 3:15, and we would be a little earlier at Martin's parents than we'd agreed to.

So, off we went to the car, Martin driving and Dad sat in front with him while Mum and I got in the back. We continued to chat as we made our way to Martin's parents house – a much more lavish property with it's own driveway and secluded gardens not visible to any other houses or the road, so no nosy neighbours to worry about this time.

Martin and Dad were chatting away about work in the front, so Mum and I had a chance to chat together too.

"You went on holidays to France and Spain in the 70's and early 80's didn't you Mum?" I asked, knowing they had because there were pictures in her 'photo album at home showing them there.

"Yes Darling, you know we did, why?"

"Well, did you never go topless on the beaches there? I know that they are much freer over there, especially at that time, well, the Brits anyway – the Germans don't ever seem to care who sees them naked do they."

"Hmmm, I was hoping that wouldn't come up when you told us about your desire to be naked as much as possible. Yes, I did – once or twice – why d'you ask?"

"Well, when we were talking earlier you didn't mention it and even asked what it was like to be naked around other people and that you didn't agree with what we're doing?"

"That's why I was hoping that question wouldn't come up – it makes us sound like hypocrites, having gone topless myself in my youth which, since you've asked, I did enjoy – and I can sort of understand the enjoyment you get out of it – but times have changed and, if you hadn't noticed, this is Britain – not Spain or France where it appears to be accepted at the beach resorts at least."

"Well, would you do it again if you went out there on holiday?" I asked.

"Oh! No – not at my time of life – gosh, I'm 52 now Darling – who'd want to see me topless, let alone naked!"

"Mum, I said before – it's not about how you look – it's about how you feel: besides, you've still got a good shapely body so why shouldn't you go topless or even naked for that matter?"

She didn't answer, and seemed to be thinking that over in her own way.

Eventually, she said, "I'll have to give that idea some thought and speak to Dad about it – I know I used to enjoy going on holiday for the freedom that a fortnight's hol's brought and loved going topless back then."

I laughed and said, "Go on Mum, try it in the back garden when you're doing the gardening or hanging out washing or something – so long as you're doing something that will keep your mind off actually being naked!"

"I thought just topless first Darling – don't let's run away with ourselves here – not yet anyway."

Martin turned into his Mum's drive then and parked alongside their car in the driveway. We all got out and I knocked on the front door, opened it and went in.

Martin called out, "Hi Mum, Dad – where are you?"

It was a very large house, 5 bedrooms, two en-suite, a massive bathroom, huge kitchen with white goods room to the side, a lounge, dining room, study and library with 3/4's acre ground to the back complete with heated pool – I wished I could be so lucky one day to have half the house theirs was.

Ralph appeared through the lounge door and just stood and stared at us.

"Hi Dad, where's Mum?" Martin asked.

"Hi Ralph" I said before he could speak and Mum & Dad said hello too.

"Good God girl! I didn't expect you to bring Janet and Harry with you too – and Mum's upstairs laying on the bed – she doesn't feel well after your telephone call this morning and I can quite understand why. Why, I've never heard the like of this before – what on earth is going on here Son?" he asked of Martin.

Before Martin could answer, Mum went and kissed Ralph's cheek – it's something the hoy-poloy (upper class folk) do in Britain and Mum was just being Mum and respecting his ways of doing things.

"Lovely day Ralph, I thought you'd be out back enjoying the weather and your pool. Maybe I should pop up and see Jennifer yes?" said Mum, heading for the stairs without waiting for an answer. I loved my Mum – she always seemed to know just how to handle any situation.

Martin took Ralph's arm and led him back into the lounge followed by me and Dad. Ralph sat down and Dad went over, shook his hand and said, "G'day to you too Ralph." in a really sarcastic manner that I don't think I'd ever heard Dad use before, before taking a seat himself.

Anyway, to cut a long story and all that, Martin went through the usual spiel about what we'd done, and about our decision to carry on with what we were doing for the foreseeable future.

"Well, I can't understand what's driving this, this – thing – with you, but we've had a chat about it all and we've decided that, unless you dress appropriately in future you won't be welcome here any more."

"Ralph," Dad said, "That's a little harsh isn't it – you've not even given these young ones a chance here have you – you've made your decision without even hearing what they've got to say for themselves and clearly you aren't basing any decision on that saying."

Ralph started to splutter in outrage at the cheek of it, but Dad wouldn't let it go...

"Don't you remember when you were a youth – breaking away from your own parents to forge your way in life – do you think that everything you did was in keeping with your parent's way of doing things – life moves on Ralph – you can't expect every generation to behave in the manner in which you have – and life moves on especially quickly nowadays – don't you think? I mean, in our time of life at their age computers were dirty great things that took up whole floors of office blocks and here we are with a thousand times more computing power in our pockets these days – come on – give the youngsters their head here, and a little support just as I expect your and my parents did with us."

Well – I just stood there with my mouth wide open – I didn't know what to think – what to say or who to look at, and Ralph looked a little shell shocked too.

I felt Martin's hand close around mine and I slowly came back to reality – did my Dad just say all those things? By God he did – but I'm damned if I know where it all came from – go Daddy I thought. I'd never look at him in the same light again, I knew that!

Oddly, I was suddenly very aware of the state of my pussy – it was sopping wet – was it Dad's speech that did it or the way I'd suddenly noticed just how Ralph was looking at me – despite his protestations.

"Ummm – I'll go put the kettle on Dad. Would you like to help?" Martin asked him.

"Harumphhh, I suppose so – take a seat, we won't be long. I'll bring drinks in on a tray." and Ralph duly followed Martin into the kitchen.

"You OK Gina?" Dad asked.

"I was Daddy – until you made that speech out there! Where did all that come from?" I asked, bemused still by what he'd said.

"Darling, I grew up with fatheads like that lording it over everyone – I didn't stand for it then, which didn't do me any favours I have to say, so I'm damned if I'm going to stand for it now; and I don't care who it is – I don't cow-tow to anybody – ever!" he replied.

"Wow Dad, I never knew – but I've learned a lesson today maybe – I'm so proud of you Daddy." and I went and gave him a kiss.

"Darling, I didn't go to public school like that oaf out there, I had to work bloody hard through Grammar school and work to pay my way through college after that – and I'll tell you now, I know enough about Ralph to say I could out-work, out-think and out-run him in anything – he's got all this due to class privilege and belonging to the Masons, and he is a Mason, despite how much he may deny it, so he can come over all he likes with his hoy-poloy attitude – it don't cut any ice with me the little silver spooned upstart!" he said.

Now I was beginning to understand a lot more about myself than I ever had before. "Daddy – thank you so much – that answers so many questions I've been asking myself over the last few weeks. I understand myself so much better now."

"You're welcome Darling, and be sure I'll always be there when you need me – no matter what you do."

I got up, walked over to him, sat on his lap forcing him to put his arms around my waist, and kissed him on the lips. "Thank you Daddy." I didn't move from his lap and was still there when Martin and Ralph re-appeared with a tray of cups and tea cakes, as befits 'afternoon tea' for the middle/upper classes in Britain.

Dads hand had dropped to my hip by this time and one finger gently drew circles on it, which did nothing to slow the rate of dribbling from my pus! Oh! Come on – I'd been wound up all day and now I was sitting in a man's lap, feeling his semi-erect penis on my thigh and he was tickling my hip – did it make a difference if it was my Dad – I'm afraid not!

"Dad, stop that pleeease – I'm going to orgasm if you keep that up!" I whispered. I didn't know how I could be that intimate with him, but I had to or embarrass both of us.

He took his hand away and whispered back, "Sorry Darling, didn't realise what I was doing." and stopped moving his finger. He left his hand where it was for a moment longer, only moving it when I moved to get up and allow him to take the tea cup Ralph was offering him.

I excused myself to go use the 'cloakroom', where I went to try and dry my puss. That didn't quite work though for, as soon as I touched myself to dry up, I orgasmed in a warm, gentle glow of pent up emotion that had been quietly building all day so far. Once I'd done and returned to some sort of acceptable equilibrium, I managed to wash and dry my pussy and return to the lounge, where I took station sitting next to Martin on the leather sofa.

Damn! those things are cold against your bum!

Ralph was remonstrating with Martin and berating him for his actions, especially for shocking 'your Ma-Ma' so much that she'd 'taken to her bed'.

What was this for God's sake – Pride & Prejudice! – this is the 21st Century – not the 19th!

Eventually, I'd had enough and I could see Dad getting a little red in the face too.

"OK Ralph – I get you don't agree with the lifestyle we've chosen for ourselves, and yes, I respect the fact that this is not something that you can support – well for your information, I can't support your way of life either – never have – never could – you belong in a period drama on the television man.

Well, Martin and I have discussed this, we've considered all the pro's and con's of the matter and made our decision. Nothing that you or Jennifer can say will change our minds now – we're set on our course and intend to pursue it. Should you and Jennifer ever change your minds, you know where we are." I said with a finality I hoped would change his demeanour.

"How dare you young lady..." Ralph started to splutter but was cut off by Martin saying...

"She dares because she is my wife, a wife I've agreed to stand by come what may, a wife who's remained loyal to me and to whom I've been equally loyal – a lesson maybe you and Mater should learn – so don't you dare talk to her like that – Mater may take your tongue, but me and mine most certainly won't.

Turning away from him, Martin asked if I'd go get Janet and we'd all make our way home.

I went upstairs and tapped on Jennifer's bedroom door and, without waiting for a reply, opened it, walked in and turned to face her and Mum.

"Martin's ready to leave now Mum, let's go – we're achieving nothing here."

"Oh! And I thought we were getting on so well with our discussion too. Never mind, I'll telephone you later on Jennifer, if that's OK with you?"

"Hello Gina, nice to see you. Yes Janet, please do. I'd like to know more please. Bye then Gina, and say 'bye to Martin for me too please. I'll maybe talk to him later on the telephone."

Mum got up and I followed her out of the bedroom, quietly shutting the door behind me.

Half way down the stairs Mum stopped me and enquired what had happened to precipitate our hurried exit.

"Ralph started to lecture Martin, and I'm not having that, so I told him in no uncertain terms what I thought of him and his disingenuous attitude towards us."

"That's a shame, I was making some good progress on your behalf with Jennifer – never mind, all's not lost if she wants to know more – I'll smooth things over later on when I talk to her on the 'phone."

"I thought she seemed relaxed about how I'm dressed, or not dressed as it were, but you don't need to do that on my behalf, and I doubt that Martin would want you to either. Ralph is just being his usual bullying self and I think, finally, Martin's had enough of that kind of attitude from him." I replied.

"Well, let's leave it now, I'll see what happens later on. Come on, let's get off home."

Dad and Martin were waiting for us in the hallway when we finally came down and Ralph was still spluttering away in his studies doorway; to no effect I might add.

Without another word from either Martin, me or Dad, we opened the door and the only parting remark was from Mum who only said 'Bye Ralph, I suspect Jennifer may like a word with you."

Piling into the car, Martin angrily gunned the engine and left tyre marks in the driveway as he pulled away.

I put my hand on his knee and whispered, "Calm down Martin, we can't afford a wreck dressed as we are, and besides, they're not worth it, well, your Dad at least."

He put his hand on mine and quickly looked at me. I smiled and blew him a kiss, "I love you Martin, and thank you so much for standing up for me against your father."

Nothing else was said until we pulled up outside Mum & Dad's house again, when Mum asked if we were coming in for a coffee and a chance to calm down a little. I agreed for both of us, something I didn't usually do but in the circumstances, I wanted a chance to calm Martin's anger before we went home.

We all got out of the car and I noted more than a few curtains twitching – clearly the jungle drums had been working. Nevertheless, head held high I walked across the road holding Martin's hand and we piled into Mum's house.

"Pop out the back all of you while I make us a nice strong coffee, I think we all need it!" Mum said, so that's just what we did.

"That was a bit of a mouth-full Gina, I didn't realise you had it in you – but well done Darling – Ralph quite deserved that in my opinion." Dad stated.

"I agree wholeheartedly." Martin added, continuing, "No one is going to talk to Gina like that and get away with it. We're happy to answer any questions, but we're not going to be preached to by anyone."

His anger was subsiding now though, so I was pleased with that.

Mum came out shortly afterwards with the coffee and sat beside Dad.

"My chat with Jennifer seems to have been much more productive than yours with Ralph. She said that it wasn't something she felt comfortable with, and would prefer you to wear clothes when you visit, but she didn't deny your right to live your lives as you see fit and was quite interested in both your experiences and, although I'm a little sorry to say it Dad, (she always called my Dad 'Dad' – don't quite know why) I told her about our early holidays abroad. She did seem to be coming to terms with this change in you both. I felt too that there was something that she wasn't telling me and that it involved something rather seedy in their past. I'll chase that up later though."

"Mum," said Martin, "I wish you wouldn't – I know a little of it and it's not easily digestible if half of what I gather they, or rather Dad and the Masons, got up to with Mum and what he made her do."

"Do you think we could talk about something else now please? Your garden is looking especially good this year Mum, it's a credit to you." I said before the conversation got more complicated again.

"Lots of watering this year though, let's be fair, it's been a glorious summer so far, and I hope, for your sake Gina, that it continues so that you can fulfil your dreams."

We chatted about all sorts during the next half hour while we finished our drinks and then it was time to go home.

Martin got up first, thanking Mum & Dad for their understanding and their support for us; I kissed them both goodbye and we went through the house to the front door and on to the car. We waved as we pulled away and Mum blew me a kiss. We travelled home in silence, parked the car and went into the house.

I had been on the edge of yet another orgasm ever since sitting on Dad's lap and his stroking of my hip – I can't explain why, I mean I've never felt anything sexual towards my Dad, but something had got me going and it had continued all afternoon thereafter.

I shut the door behind me and grabbed Martin's shoulder, laid back on the stairs and said, "Make love to me Martin – pleeease?"




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He looked at me quizzically, smiled and said, "You'll have to do something about him (pointing to his flacid member) first – strangely I don't feel at all sexual right now."

He pulled me up off the stairs and planted a kiss on my mouth which I hungrily accepted by pushing my tongue into his mouth and, taking his dick in my hand I started to tickle the underside of it.

That worked, as always, and in no time he was on top of me on the stairs, slowly stroking back and forth into my more than welcoming pussy. I came in no time and felt a little uncomfortable on the stairs, so I pushed him up and finished him off with my mouth, my fingernails making little circles around his bum and hips. He was about to cum and, as usual, started to pull away from my mouth (I'd never really liked him cuming in my mouth) but this time I grabbed him and pulled him back, keeping on sucking until he exploded in my mouth and shot his cum right down my throat. I swallowed the lot and then cleaned him up with my tongue and lips, then reached up and kissed his lips again.

"Thank you Darling, I so needed that!" I said.

"What brought that on, Love. I didn't think you'd be that sexually charged given the day we've had?"

"Darling, don't get mad, but it was Dad! When I was sitting on his lap, and I don't think he was doing it on purpose because it's something he always used to do when I was younger, he was making little circles on my hip with his fingers; and it really turned me on. It hasn't gone away all afternoon, which is as much a surprise to me as it clearly is to you, but I just needed release from the pent-up sexual arousal that he made me feel."

"Hmmm," he smiled, "That's a talk we might have later on – at least it was me who was the lucky recipient of what he'd done though!"

"Darling – it always will be – I don't want anyone else and I can't explain why or exactly what happened with Dad – do you think we can forget it happened please, not that I wouldn't have told you about it though, 'cause I would have."

"Of course, but if anything like that happens again, you will tell me won't you?"

"Martin, always – I'll always tell you everything that happens and how it's made me feel – after all, there's nothing we can't share any more, is there." and I reached up and kissed him, hard, again holding on afterwards and smothering his chest with little brushing kisses.

Eventually, I went to the kitchen and started on our dinner while Martin watched a little football on the television.

We went to bed early and snuggled up together to sleep, just enjoying the closeness of each other in our bed, in our home; our domain; where we could forget the world and live as we wished to.



The Aftermath Ch. 05



Sunday morning soon dawned, and a little too soon for my liking, as I felt that I hadn't been sleeping much more than ten minutes or so, and on finding the bed empty I went and had a quick shower and then went downstairs.

"Good morning Darling; sleep well?" Martin asked.

"Yes, but it felt like such a short sleep - a shower's bucked me up though. Here, move over, I want to sit on your lap." I replied after pouring myself a coffee from the percolator.

His lap felt warm and inviting and I snuggled in to him as best I could while still allowing me to drink my coffee.

"Any plans for today Darling, or are we just going to hang around the house and do a little garden tidying, it's looking a little scruffy, don't you think?"

"Gina, my only plans for today are to indulge you and to make you happy to be my wife." he replied.

Playfully, I slapped his naked leg and giggled at him, then I kissed his cheek.

He put his hand on my hip and started making little circles on it with his finger.

"Hey - quit that you copy-cat - you know what Dad doing that to me yesterday resulted in so don't start what you can't finish mister!"

"Oh I think the past few weeks have shown that I'm not starting anything I can't complete!"

I giggled in recognition of our wonderful sex life over the past fortnight or more and allowed him to carry on - but it did make me feel as though I'd wasted the shower because I was dribbling again. Funny, that hadn't happened to me when I was a child and Dad did it to me, although I'd always enjoyed him doing it. Mental note to self - stop thinking like that - it's not lady-like!

Martin asked then, "What would Ma'am like for breakfast today then?"

I sighed and sleepily replied "You, Martin, if you don't stop that. Muffin if you do - and there's no pun intended their either you dirty little pervert!"

He groaned and complained that he'd have to have Muffin as well then - but not the sort of Muffin he would prefer - poor boy.

He got up and started making breakfast while I admired his lovely tight butt, strong muscular legs and smooth strong back. He wasn't helping my sexual tension at all, and catching odd glimpses of his dangling penis just made me hotter and hotter till I was 'puddling' on the chair. Quite out of character, I reached down between my legs and gathered up some of my juices on my fingers and, one by one, licked them all clean. I'd never tasted myself like that before and found it quite enjoyable and not nearly as nasty I thought it would be. On reflection I don't know why I expected it to be nasty. Martin enjoyed tasting my juices and I'd loved swallowing his yesterday, so why should I have thought that way?

"Martin, you never told me how nice my pussy tastes you mean man - I've been missing out on enjoying that for years!"

"I didn't think I needed to tell you - I mean, I taste it at every opportunity I can get so clearly it can't be that bad can it - I presumed you'd have tasted yourself before now though, assuming from your question that you just have for the first time?"

"Yes, it is my first time - have you tasted yourself before then?" I asked

"Yes of course, I kind of thought that was the sort of thing all teenagers did when they started to realise that their bodies were for something a little more than just the practical!"

"Well I think your taste is gorgeous, even if it can get a little stuck in my throat now and then. For now though, breakfast would taste good - I'll experiment with my own juices more later on so that I know what you like about them so much." I cheekily replied.

He put our Muffins on the table and I picked one up and took a bite. The muffin and butter mixed with my own juices in my mouth and tasted wonderful. The best muffin I'd ever eaten. We joked around while we ate and just enjoyed being together, relaxing in our own home and simply revelling in each other.

After yesterday afternoon, it was a lovely way to start the day!

Sitting in the kitchen and looking out the window, I could see a neighbour in the houses to the back of us in the garden and looking in our direction. It wasn't particularly clear that he was or wasn't looking into the kitchen, but he seemed to be glancing this way often enough for me to suspect that he was.

"Martin, do you think that chap is looking at us?" I asked pointing out the window.

"Hmm, he may be. I hope he's not going to be a problem now, I'm getting used to being naked at home and in the garden, just like you."

"If he's still there when I've finished breakfast, I'll go and introduce myself to him."

"Will you do it naked?" Martin asked sounding a little worried.

"Oh Martin! Of course I shall - you didn't really think I'd get dressed just to go and speak with someone now do you?"

"I suppose not Darling, I just still worry about you you know. I'm allowed to do that aren't I?"

I giggled and replied, "Of course you are Sweetheart - but I think you shouldn't - let's not worry about it so that we can enjoy being naked while we can."

About 20 minutes later, he was still there working under the now obvious subterfuge of cleaning up his garden.

Feeling the now familiar tingling in my groin and dampness on my pussy lips at the thought of being naked in front of a stranger again, I took his lead and, as it hadn't rained for a few days now, I decided to go to the shed and put out the lawn sprinkler, leaving Martin cleaning up the kitchen and looking out over me.

I went out back, ignoring the man for present, and went into the shed to get the hose and sprinkler.

Leaving the hose line by the tap I took the sprinkler, connected it to the free end of the hose and then pulled it out into the centre of the garden, turning my back on my neighbour to show off my pussy to him as I leaned down, feet about shoulder width apart and straight legged, to press the sprinkler spikes into the lawn. When satisfied, I looked out of the corner of my eye to see the man had moved closer and was now definitely looking at me.

I felt really naughty now, not just naked, but naked and showing off to a stranger, wanting him to see every little inch of my naked body.

My skin tingled and the hairs on my arms stood up on end. I looked to the kitchen window to see Martin looking over me and blew him a kiss while gently rubbing the front of my stomach and the tip of my now exposed clitoris. I raised my finger to my lips and sucked off my juices; Martin licked his lips then blew me a kiss back!

For the first time, I suddenly realised that my not wearing clothes fell into two disparate categories. For the most part, what I'd been doing had been just me but in the nude - me, sans clothing, and doing what one normally does. 

This was different - this was me being naked - purposely showing off my unadorned body and obtaining planned, desired sexual gratification from it.

I decided right then that I liked being 'naked' more than I liked being 'nude'. And, obviously, I loved being 'nude' as evidenced from the past two weeks activities!

Aware of every fibre of my body and what the man in the adjoining garden could see, I stood up, turned towards him and waved, "Good morning, lovely day for catching up on the gardening isn't it?" I called.

My mouth was dry now, something I thought I'd gotten rid of, and my legs felt as if they'd buckle if I wasn't careful, while my pussy felt as though it was just gushing, and a fine sheen of sweat covered my skin.

I felt positively wicked!

He blushed bright red at being caught out and shyly replied, "Yes, and good morning to you too. Do you mind me asking, why are you and your neighbour naked where it's so obvious that your neighbours can see you these last couple of weeks, a bit odd isn't it?"

While desperately trying to maintain some decorum and answer his questions, I giggled and, being quite cruel really, I said, "No, I don't mind you asking, nor do we mind you looking, if we did we wouldn't be so openly naked would we. If you'd really wanted to know you should have come and asked.

We're naked because of, primarily at least, a BBC project I took part in that required nudity. I found I liked being naked far more than being dressed, so I, my husband and my neighbour, to name but a few of us, have decided to pursue the project in our own way outside of the 'official' project. To put a long story short, we have decided not to wear clothes any more unless it's absolutely necessary, and being in public has been deemed not to be necessary, so here I, sorry, we, are. I hope we haven't shocked anyone, it's just how we want to live and we don't mean any offence."

"Well, it's odd I must say, but I think people have been much more curious than offended. So I suppose we'll be seeing you all naked lot's more in the future?" he asked.

I felt as though I was about to pass out on the one hand and suffer a very embarrassing orgasm in front of Ray (as it turned out his name is) on the other, but I managed to hold out my hand in introduction. "I'm Gina and Martin is my husband. My participating neighbour is Samantha, Sam, and her husband is Geraint who's being a bit of a party pooper at the moment, but he's coming round to the idea."

He shook hands with me and the look on his face as he stared at my breasts as they jiggled slightly from his hand-shake almost sent me over the top. I could feel my chest and neck getting redder and redder while I continued to fight back what was increasingly looking like an inevitable orgasm overtaking me.

"I'm Ray, my wife's Julie. My tallest Son is James and the shorter chubbier one is John. Nice to finally meet you. You haven't caused any offence that I know of, as I said it's been more out of curiosity that we've been talking about you."

With my voice shaking now, I replied, "Well, we don't mind if you tell your friends and neighbours, we've nothing to hide, we have no hidden agenda, we just want to live our lives in the nude. I honestly hope you guys back here would be kind enough to indulge us. See you later then and if you have any other questions, come around and see us. We'll be happy to answer you openly and honestly and, before you ask, no - you don't have to get naked to come see us!"

I waived as I went back to the tap and turned it on before finally almost running back indoors, but I had to walk to maintain the unconcerned countenance that I'd at least been trying to portray; and which was essential for our continued use of our garden while naked.

As I walked through the door I grabbed Martin's hand as I passed him and almost pulled him off his feet on my way through to the lounge.

Dragging him along with me and then pushing him backwards down onto the couch, I straddled his lap and proceeded to kiss his face off while, with one hand holding me up and the other on Martin's prick, I guided it into the sopping, dribbling orifice of my pussy so that he could sate my overindulged lust.

As soon as he entered my inner folds and the entrance to my volcanically hot love tunnel, I let go with both hands and let myself be impaled by him, finally coming up for air with a gasp as he hit the entrance to my womb.

After a few moments to get used to his girth in my tight tunnel, I moved my hips around in a circle about him, letting me feel his whole length and circumference inside my pussy.

I'd managed about a circle and a half before, like a thunderclap, the pent up sexuality of the last ten intense minutes crashed in on me and, with a full blooded cry of elation, my climax overwhelmed me.

With hardly a pause, I took Martin's nipples in my mouth and gently teased them with my teeth while he continued to lift my hips with his rhythmic thrusting into my eager receptacle.

God this man is good - as he drove himself into me his hands were tickling my hips where Dad's fingers had aroused me so the day before; each thrust of his hips threatened the integrity of my uterus while the pressure he was applying with his hands on my hips made his penis grind across the rough ground of my 'G' spot; then, in what seemed like no time at all, I again felt the heat of an impending orgasm start to overtake me.

Before it could, I fell forward onto Martin's face and resumed my oral administrations to his lips, tongue, eyes and neck.

With some surprise, I felt Martin's finger tracing a line around my anus and my head exploded once more at his soft, intimate touch.

I swear I actually saw stars! My head felt as though it was going to burst a blood vessel such was the pressure that I experienced with that orgasm, and it just kept coming and coming until, at last, Martin too spewed his issue deep inside my already overstuffed sex which then, along with my own copious excretions, leaked out over his lap and dribbled down onto the sofa!

Collapsing onto his chest, I felt our mingling sex juices running out of me as I gasped for precious oxygen, desperate for some cooling air in my burning chest - I felt as though I was melting, literally, into my gorgeous hunk of manhood.

Now, indeed, I knew what the term 'totally spent' actually meant!

After some minutes, I was able to push myself up off of Martin's chest and looked longingly down into his beautiful face. "Thank you Martin; I soooo needed that right then - I don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't been here for me. Pheeewwwww that was bloody good you gorgeous talented man!"

We lay together in the afterglow of our lovemaking, well to be honest I couldn't have moved for a while if I'd wanted to, until we were surprised by a call of 'Hi Gina, Martin, where are you?' from our kitchen and Sammie walked into the lounge!

Both Martin and I turned red with embarrassment as she stopped dead in her tracks and she too blushed.

"Sorry guys, have I disturbed something?" she asked.

I burst out laughing, and soon Martin was laughing with me.

'Bugger it', I thought, 'I'm not going to be embarrassed about this, Martin and I making love is OK and perfectly natural so why should I be ashamed of it'.

"Hi Sammie, I was just taking my lust out on Martin and he was giving me the sex that I needed. Don't mind me cleaning up here a moment do you? Would you get the kitchen roll from the kitchen for us please, and put the kettle on while you're there?"

She turned without a word to either of us, her embarrassment glowing from her face and chest, and I heard the water running into the kettle. She was soon back with the tissue, gave them to me and then she took a seat on the lounge chair, looking intently at Martin and me on the sofa.

I got up off of Martin and my pussy, wide open and unable to contain our intermingled love juices, or hide itself from Sammie's gaze, spewed our lust over Martin's lap, my thighs and the sofa!

I looked over to Sammie and her eyes were sparkling, her chest still red, not with embarrassment any more but with lust, and her own legs had parted to show off her pink, bald, glistening pussy to us both.

Martin's rigidity, at the sight of Sammie's sex so openly displayed, and to my huge amazement given the hammering I'd just subjugated it to, had once again manifested itself and his penis stood tall and pointed directly at the ceiling. I didn't help it any as I started to clean him with the tissues, but decided instead that my mouth would make a better job of it, so I lowered my head down to his lap, opened my mouth and engulfed his still hot manhood, but I could only accommodate about half of it (I'd never been able to overcome the gag reflex and do the deep throat thing).

Undaunted now by Sammie's presence, I continued to lick and suck at Martin 'till he was all cleaned up from our lust and now just sparkled from the wetness of my lips and tongue.

I took a tissue and wiped my spit from his prominence and then proceeded to clean myself and his thighs and stomach while still Sammie watched wide eyed and with an enigmatic smile playing at her lips.

"Gina, would you mind awfully if I had a suck of your 'lolly'?" she asked me.

I looked questioningly at Martin and he just shrugged his shoulders, leaving the decision up to me.

Did I want this to happen? Did I want to risk changing things and have our amazing relationship change for the worst? Would it change for the better?

'God woman - what the fuck are you thinking! He is your man and not for sharing!' The realisation of what she'd suggested burst in on me like an express train entering a tunnel.

"Sorry Sammie, he's all mine I'm afraid! I wouldn't mind you pleasuring yourself while I relieve his obvious discomfort though."

"OK" was all she said and her hands moved to her pussy while she shifted her hips to the front of the chair, the better to access her own sex glans.

I looked Martin in the eye as I again lowered my head to his lap and licked and sucked his 'lollipop' into a further submission while his own eyes were intent on Sammie's self ministrations.

She traced with a fingertip from the bottom to the top of her denuded glistening pussy lips, parting them to reveal her innermost labia which, in turn, allowed her clitoris to pop out from under its protective hood.

She then dipped her finger into her pussy, making it wet and slippery, and started to circle her clitoris with it, her eyes closing for a second but quickly opening again to watch what I was doing to Martin. I stuck my tongue out and licked around the head of Martin's penis, licking up a little of his pre-cum juice, making a big show of it for her. Then I took as much of his shaft back into my mouth as I could while my fist held and glided up and down the remainder of it.

I turned my head so that I was looking directly at Sammie and indicated to Martin that he too should watch her. Continuing my toying with Martin, I watched as she inserted a finger into her pussy, her thumb working her clitoris while her inserted finger was clearly rubbing her sensuous buried brazil nut while our eyes remained locked together.

She inserted another two fingers, now leaving only her pinky finger exposed, and she was twisting her hand around in semi-circles, allowing her thumb to brush against her clitoris with each twist of the wrist. Her face was getting redder and redder as her ardour grew, and I could feel Martin getting ready to release his orgasm once again.

I had the feeling that he may be waiting, or at least trying to wait, for Sammie to be ready with her own. Then as Sammie started to orgasm so did Martin; and this time I took the small amount of semen that he had left into my mouth and swallowed it all up.

The three of us just lay where we were for a few moments until Martin asked, "Gina, do you think I could sit up now please, this sofa's getting a little cold and uncomfortable now?"

I got up off him and handed him the towels to clean himself up. He took a few pieces and then threw the roll over to Sammie so that she too could wipe up her juices and I went off to the kitchen to make the coffee, which seemed to be a little surreal after what had happened over the last twenty minutes or so.

As I was putting the three cups of coffee onto a tray, Sammie came out of the lounge, tears streaming down her cheeks, and blubbered, "Sorry Gina, I'm so terribly sorry - I don't know what came over me - I hope you can forgive me..." and with a huge sob she went out of the kitchen door and put her leg over the fence, climbing back into her own garden. I heard her kitchen door slam and then her footsteps on the stairs, followed by her wailing cry until it was muffled by, I supposed, a pillow.

I put one of the cups back into the sink and took our drinks into the lounge, handing one to Martin while I took a lounge chair across from him and, feeling quite exhausted, cuddled back into it and cradled my coffee cup, closing my eyes while I ruminated over our recent actions and the possible ramifications thereof.




The Aftermath Ch. 05



Eventually, Martin asked, "Well, are you going to explain all that to me? Or am I going to have to guess what just happened!"