4 comments/ 43228 views/ 12 favorites Naked Friday 02 - Tuesday By: GinaWill I awoke with a start, feeling Martin impaling himself deep into my wet pussy and immediately thought how pleasant a manner this was to wake up. I groaned and started to push back into him, forcing him to move his shaft nearly all the way out and then push straight back in again, hard from both our thrusting at the same time. In only a minute, I was in the throws of my first orgasm as he continued to pump in and out of me. I felt the wetness of my juices improve the flow of his penis in and out of me and how it cooled on the top of my thigh and rolled down my buttock to the sheet below. A few moments later he came too, pushing hard into me and I climaxed once more, arching my back and pushing my shoulders into his chest. I felt like I wanted him to completely enter me, the whole of his body pressed into me so that he would be stuck there all day. Eventually he withdrew and I rolled over and sat on top of him, kissing him deeply and with an animal lust still filling my senses. Slowly, we came back to some sort or normality and I said, "If every morning is going to be like this just because I have been exposing myself so much, I'm never going to wear clothes again. Martin, I just can't tell you how much I love you darling, I just want to engulf you and carry you around inside me forever, where nothing can hurt you and I won't have to share you with anything or anyone else." We cuddled for a while then, with a start, I screamed "Oh my God – What time is it?" He put his hand in the small of my back and said, "Don't worry, it's only 7 o'clock, we've plenty of time for breakfast. Go get a shower while I go and make it – and don't get dressed 'till you have to leave for work." I readily agreed and got up to shower. Wallowing in the warmth of the shower jets spitting water all over my body making me feel like I was being teased with sharp needles (I had never felt so sensuous before) I cleaned off our juices and washed my hair, finally getting out of the shower, drying off and making my way downstairs. On the kitchen table, he had assembled some toast and was just finishing off poaching some eggs. I got the orange juice from the fridge and filled our glasses. I was acutely aware that he also had not dressed yet, and I was taking my time filling my senses with the gorgeous site of him. I did love him so much but could not find the words to tell him how much. Right now, I didn't think they existed. He eventually came to the table with the poached eggs and I sat on his lap at the table. "This is very interesting, even if a little difficult to butter and egg my toast." he said. "Don't you worry about that," I said, "I'll do it for you – you just hold on to me while I do." I swivelled around on his lap, his now rising penis trying to gain the attention of my once more juicy pussy. I buttered the toast and put on some egg, cut the slice in half and turned around to him. He took a bite from one side of the toast and I took a bite from the other. We played around like that with our breakfast until it was finished, all the while both of us getting hotter and hotter. I checked the clock to see if we had time for a quicky before we rushed out to work – damn, no we didn't and already it looked like Martin would have to take me to work on his way as I had missed the bus. "I'll just go and get ready for work, you wash the dishes and when I come down, I'll dry them. Would you like me to put out your clothes for work today, I think I know just the outfit for you given the circumstances?" he said. "Hmmm – sounds like it may be an interesting day then – and I'm right up there for it, I'm horny as hell already. Yes, and I promise to wear what you select for me." After doing the dishes, I went upstairs to have a quick clean up (my pussy was already dripping wet) and dress for work. I looked at the clothes Martin had chosen for me and, despite my earlier bravado, I was shocked. He had put out a pair of 4" heeled sandals, a semi-transparent camisole top that came just to my waist and a micro-mini skirt that was about 10" long. No underwear of any sort. This ensemble just got me all wet again. I had worn the top a few times out to clubs, where it is relatively dark and so not too noticeably see through, and worn the skirt to the beach on holiday – I'd never worn one this short at home ever. What was he thinking? "Martin, where is the underwear to go with this little, and I mean little literally, outfit?" He called back up the stairs "I quite fancy thinking of you all day wearing just what I've laid out for you – I may just be knackered by the time we get home if you do – besides, may as well get used to being on display ready for Friday, hadn't you?" I dressed and put on the shoes and looked at myself in the full length mirror on the wardrobe – I had to admit I did look hot, even if I did say so myself, but not appropriate for work surely? Then again, like Martin said, I was probably going to be naked on Friday – scratch that, I AM going to be naked on Friday – I was just struggling with what this 'project' was turning us into. It was mad. And, if this is going to be a taste of my submitting to him in the exhibitionist role, life was going to prove to be, shall we say 'interesting'? Yes, I think it shall – and I was surprised at how much I was looking forward to it. Anyway, my nipples were quite clearly visible through the spaghetti strapped camisole, leaving nothing to the imagination; you could even see the curve of my breasts through it. Standing still, the skirt was just about decent, so I sat on the edge of the bed. 'Christ', I thought – I can't sit in this without everything showing, my little landing strip, the top of my labia and, if I just opened my legs a tiny bit, the whole of my pussy being exposed. I got up and tried bending over – half my butt cheeks were visible and a little bit of my pussy, and the curve of my cheeks was evident even when I was standing up – if it didn't get me the sack it would get me arrested! Even through my trepidation about wearing it though, I was getting wetter and wetter and my nipples were standing nicely to attention. I tried for a moment to figure out the various feelings I was having – predominantly, I felt sexy as hell and touched my pussy to confirm – yes, it was dripping wet – again! The sensible working girl in me though, no screamed, 'You can't wear this to work!" I called Martin to the bottom of the stairs and waited for him, then walked slowly down the stares. The look on his face was a picture – his mouth dropped open and he said, very slowly, "Wow!" I smiled and said, "Are you sure you want me to wear this to work – I'm nearly naked you know?" "I want you to wear clothes like that all the time – the only thing that would be better is if you weren't wearing any at all." Well, that made my mind up for me – I'm going to wear it. Just as a safety measure though, I went back upstairs and picked up a longer summery dress to wear just in case there was trouble in work. We went out to the car, for once he did not complain about taking me to work, and when I sat in the seat even I could see my pussy! "Make sure you keep your eyes on the road buster, I want to get there in one piece you know." "OK, but I'll be a wreck by tonight thinking of you wearing that all day – not going to do any overtime are you?" he asked. "No, and I'll ring you later, when I have made my mind up whether I have enough courage to wear this home on the bus, so if I haven't you'll have to come pick me up again too." As the day was bright and sunny, I did not take a coat to work, so if I did come home on the bus, everything would be on show in broad daylight at rush hour. Surprisingly, that gave me quite a buzz and I felt another little squirt of juice on my thighs. Luckily, we had some tissues in the car for me to dry off before I got out of the car in work. When we got there, Martin offered to dry my pussy off for me, but I said, "No, I think if you do it, it will be a waste of time – you'll make me even more juicy, and I don't know if I could take that without raping you in the car park!" He laughed at that but paid a lot of attention to my current duties. When I had finished drying myself, I leant over and kissed his cheek, then got out of the car. As I straightened up, he said "Your skirt is a little puckered up in back there where you have been sitting, about a quarter of your bum is showing." I felt around the back to see how much. Before I straightened it out, I devilishly asked "Do you want me to pull it back down then?" "Well, for me – no, definitely not; but for your colleagues?" He sort of left the question hanging, allowing me to make my mind up. I didn't straighten it and just closed the door. I heard him whistle to me as I walked across the car park. I turned, smiled and waved him goodbye. Something told me I was going to have a good night tonight too. Instead of being terrified, as I thought I would be dressed like this for work, I felt like I was walking on air as I crossed the car park. Against everything I had done in the past, except for when on holidays, I knew now that I wanted people to see me – to see them gaze at my clearly visible nipples and show them what was barely hidden by my skirt. 'Just what am I turning into?' I asked myself. The answer, I think, is that I was not turning into anything that I wasn't already – I was just letting the real Me out to play! I was acutely aware of how much of my body was being openly displayed. I could see myself in my mind's eye – nipples showing clearly through my blouse, the curve of my breast obvious – my belly-button showing through the material and the flatness of my stomach either clearly displayed through my blouse or evident above the super short skirt I was wearing. My pussy was just peaking out from under the hem of my skirt as I walked and I knew that the curves of my bottom cheeks were very evident, even without the puckering up of my skirt from sitting in the car or the breeze teasing away at the hem of it and keeping my pussy cool. I felt like every nerve in my body was tingling and the adrenalin rush this all caused was amazing. How long could I take this level of self awareness without collapsing into orgasm? I was planning a trip to the loo before I got half way across the car park for a little finger exercise before work. At this rate, I would be a wreck come home time too! But – I felt no fear – only a freedom that I felt I would fight tooth and nail to retain. I had never felt as alive as I did right then. Little was I to know that the feelings would only increase and I would crave those feelings for, as it seems today, ever. I walked into the door of the building and the difference in air pressure between outside and in caused a draft through door that lifted my skirt a little and I had to fight off the urge to quickly push it back down again. I managed that and let is slip back down of its own accord as the door closed behind me. It did not go unnoticed, however. I hadn't realised it, but Phil, the accountant, was close behind me as I went through the door, not close enough to catch it and stop it from closing, but close enough to see everything from behind, which meant about half of my bottom being visible to him. I jumped a little as the door re-opened and immediately Phil said, "Like your skirt today Gina, are we going to see more of you dressed like that?" I don't know where the hell it came from, but I turned to him, smiled and said, "You are likely to see a lot more on Friday, aren't you; same as all of us." He could now see the curve of my breasts and my nipples quite clearly which, by the way, were now rock hard and standing to attention. I felt my face redden as I said it and waited for an admonishment – surprisingly, it didn't come – he just smiled instead. "Yes, I suppose we are all going to see a lot more of each other on Friday, I'm finding it difficult to get my head around that, but if you are going to dress like that all week it may just make it easier." In a joking manner, he followed that up with, "It may be a hard week ahead though, don't you think?" "I hope so." I rejoined impishly. We walked together through to the kitchen and chatted about Friday while we each made a cuppa (tea to you Americans) and then went through to the office. On the way, we could see others coming across the car park. I sat at my desk and turned on the PC and, while it went through its start up process, as nonchalantly as I could I felt along the outside of my exposed thigh to see just how much was showing. My hand moved further and further up my thigh, onto the lower outside of my ass cheek and kept going, still not finding the hem of my skirt. I found that I was not quite sitting on the back of my skirt, my bottom and pussy coming in direct contact with the seat. I uncrossed my legs to see if it would show less and it didn't, so from the side, my skirt took an almost 45 degree dive backwards from my lap to where the hem just rested on the chair itself. Half of my arse was on show! I looked into my lap and even sitting upright in the chair, I could see my pussy, so anyone else (thankfully it wasn't a glass topped desk) sitting either to the side of me or in front of my desk was able to see way too much of me for comfort, despite my earlier thoughts as I crossed the car park. I almost went to the toilets to change into my dress, which hid more, but not too much more, but hesitated. 'Let's wait and see what happens when the others come through and if there are any nasty comments or someone makes a problem for me, I'll go and change then and make up some excuse as to why I am dressed so provocatively.' I decided. One other problem I had was that I was not, as I said earlier, sitting on my skirt. My pussy was wet enough that I could feel the dampness at the top of my thighs. I was going to leave a wet stain on my chair when I got up. Should I go get something to sit on? What would be best if I did? What would happen to whatever I was sitting on if/when I did have to get up? I was pondering this when Robert walked in. He stopped and stared, I could see him out of the corner of my eye but didn't look at him, making myself busy logging on to my computer. "Gaining courage slowly for Naked Friday are you Gina? It's nice to see you being so enthusiastic about the project." He said. From the position that he was in, he could not determine that I did not have any knickers on but, whilst he couldn't see my breasts, I guess he could see I wasn't wearing a bra. I spun around on my chair to face him. If there was going to be a problem lets get it out of the way right now, I thought. Now he could clearly see both my breasts and my little landing strip and the top of my pussy lips. To all intents and purposes, I may as well have been naked as nothing was left to his imagination from the clothing that I was wearing. With more bravado than I felt, I said, with a smile, "I thought I may, so that it won't be such a shock to either me or anyone else come Friday and, hopefully, it will help you men too if you get used to seeing the real me before the event; I wouldn't want to be the cause of any embarrassment to any of you. I'm hoping that we will be able to acclimatise ourselves over the next few days, without actually being naked of course." "Good idea." He said, "Although, naked is almost the description I would give your current appearance." Oh-Oh, I thought, here it comes. "Is my dress going to a problem then, I can change if you'd prefer, I've brought another dress with me just in case?" I felt my self blushing too, which only raised my sexual tension even more. "Well, let's see what happens for the moment, but good thinking for bringing more appropriate attire with you. Did you remember that we are supposed to be having our photographs taken today for the life sized cut-outs they are going to make of each of us for Thursday's meeting and, since you clearly are not wearing underwear, did you bring some along with your other dress?" Oh God no – I had forgotten all about that. I blushed bright red again (I know that because I became very suddenly hot and sweaty). 'Think, quickly you idiot' I said to myself. "Ummm- Yes I had forgotten about that and, no, I didn't bring any underwear, thinking my other dress would be OK on its own if there was a problem with what I'm wearing now. No bother though, I'm sure I'll figure something out. When are they being taken?" "This afternoon. If you can't figure it out, you can pop into town to get some lunchtime couldn't you?" "Yes, that would be one solution I suppose; I'll think about that during the course of the morning – if I do go into town, I'll let you know, OK?" "Sure," said Robert, "let me know if you need a lift, I suspect a bus ride in what you're wearing now might be a bit of a problem for you." He smiled broadly, but it was a kindly accepting smile that immediately put me more at ease with myself. Over the next 10 minutes or so, the other staff came into the office with their various tees and coffees, all taking a good look at me. Each time someone else came in, I said my usual smiling Good Morning's to them while they stared. It was quite interesting studying the range of different emotions on their faces when they saw me, but nobody else said anything. Maybe because Gerald was already here and appeared to be accepting my state of (un)dress. As the morning wore on and I got engrossed in my work, I soon became quite comfortable with what I wasn't wearing and felt easier about what was being exposed. I had to get up to go to filing cabinets and the like a few times and at first was careful how I bent over and otherwise moved about, but after a short while I decided, well, they can see it all if they want to look, so why try to hide it – nobody had had a fit so far anyway. At 10:30, as is the norm, we had a quick tea break and most of us headed through to the kitchen. I was breathing a bit more heavily now and my heart was banging away in my chest. I popped into the loo on the way to the kitchen and wiped up the juices from my pussy, probably a futile gesture I know, but one has to try! I looked in the mirror and saw the curve of breast quite clearly through my camisole, my nipples very hard and prominently exposed, the aureole still puffy but wrinkled up with excitement. I couldn't help but to step back and look at what the others would see of and below my skirt, and almost involuntarily, my fingers went to my pussy and gave it a stroke, my clitoris was erect and just poking out from between my lips and I brushed my fingernail over it. Instantly, I was soaking wet again (I told you wiping would be a futile gesture). I removed my fingers and smoothed my skirt down. My pussy was now only just hidden. I turned around and looked over my shoulder. I could just see the lower curve of my cheeks sticking out. Anyone sitting in one of the lounge chairs in the kitchen would see much more of my bottom and be able to see my pussy lips under the hem of my skirt. I was enjoying this too much. Never before had I allowed myself to let go this far, and now I knew that I had always been repressing this side of me. I now felt no embarrassment at all and wanted to show off. I wondered for a second if I had the nerve to strip off right now and see what happened, but once again the sensible side of me won out over the now obviously real me and again I felt that mild annoyance at my lack of courage. 'Would that ever go away?' I though to myself. Maybe it would be good if it didn't, it would at least keep in a check a little – but I still felt annoyed with myself for it. Naked Friday 02 - Tuesday Metaphorically shrugging my shoulders, I left the toilets and walked across to the kitchen, knowing I was going to have all sorts of questions and quite likely disapproving accusations thrown at me. I quickly determined that I would simply answer them openly and honestly, keep on smiling and see what happens. It will be a reasonable gauge at least as to what to expect on Friday, if Friday actually happens, well it will, obviously, but what about the team building exercise; the nudie bit! When I walked into the kitchen, silence descended on the room. They had obviously been talking about me and how I was dressed today. Steeling myself against my nerves, I said, "Come on then you lot, don't stop talking now – please, feel free to make any comments or ask any question you like – I won't bite anyone's head off or get angry, I'll just answer you honestly. So, let's have all your queries now while I make my tea. Dave and Phil complimented me on my outfit, but Phil added that it may be more appropriate for a dimly lit nightclub, and not work. "I appreciate that, and in normal circumstances I wouldn't have dreamt of wearing this outfit anywhere else, and even then I would have worn at least a pair of knickers; I'm sure you all realise by now that I no other clothing on other that what you see. But this week, and especially Friday, is not going to fall into the category of 'normal circumstance'. Therefore, following discussion last night with my Husband who, by the way, is wholly supportive of my decision to agree in participating in Naked Friday, is suggesting a number of things that I should do this week to ensure that Friday is not going to be a disaster for me – and hopefully it will help you guys to figure out that, if done properly and without any sexual innuendo," I looked pointedly at the boys when I said that, "it will all be fine." Phil thought about that for a second and said, "Well, if we got to do it, I suppose that easing oneself into it slowly would be the way to go." Rachel said "Well, you've convinced me – all I have to do is convince my boyfriend. Maybe I'll try something a little different tomorrow." "I think it's disgusting, and the most you'll get me to do is to strip down to my underwear, and substantial underwear it will be at that!" said Donna scornfully. Various other comments and questions arose and I answered them as fully as I could. Rachel said, "You look quite comfortable, and you seem to be cool about what you're wearing, but what is happening deep down inside that your not telling us. How do you actually feel being dressed, and very exposed, like that in front of your colleagues?" I hadn't expected a question like this and had to think about the answer for minute. Eventually, with everyone waiting expectantly in silence, I answered, "Well, imagine the Duck thing, all calm and collected on the surface and paddling like buggery under the water – well that is definitely me at the moment, but it's more excitement than the fear I originally thought it would be. I feel more of a woman than I have ever felt: I'm realising that I enjoy this, and the heightened sensitivity it brings with it. My heart is beating like I've just finished a two mile run, my nerves are jangling away right now, my hands are sweating and my mouth is dry – and not even my cup of tea is whetting it. But also, I feel so elated and sexy. I suddenly feel like I have been let out of my society imposed prison cell and that I am loving being free to express myself – so I'm letting the real me out. I can't explain it any better than that at the moment, but the whole thing is exciting me so much. I have worked away this morning and noticed that I am much more attentive to what I am doing, and that I am making less silly mistakes. Alive, is how I feel; very much alive!" The room remained silent when I had finished speaking. I need to inject a little humour here somehow, to release the tension that had built up. "There is one small problem at the minute though, I'm afraid that I am soaking wet, so please excuse me if I am glistening down there!" I said, pointing to my pussy. Phil burst out laughing and everyone else grinned, to start with, but then they too began to laugh too. I had said just the right thing at just the right time, because even Donna was smiling. Eventually, Rachel, still grinning like a Cheshire Cat, asked "What about the 'photos this afternoon, what are you going to do about those with no underwear to your name today?" "I'll just do them nude and cover myself up with my hands." I paused just for a second and continued, "Maybe!" They all laughed a bit more and then we made our way back to our desks. Robert came over to me and very quietly asked if everything was OK. "I heard you all laughing in the kitchen, I hope they were laughing with you and not at you. Were they?" "Yes, they were laughing with me. I think we have all cleared up a lot in the last 15 minutes and they all seem to be relatively relaxed now. I realise it must have been quite a shock for them all this morning; I don't think I quite thought that one out properly, but they're all OK now, even Donna." "That's OK then, just let me know if you have any problems with anyone. I must admit that, although very out of the ordinary, you have made an affect on the office this morning; the place seems to be much more intense and lively. Hopefully, that can be transferred to the work and improve our recently lagging performance, which is, of course, the reason for the exercise in the first place. Well done and thank you for entering into this program with so much energy and commitment. One thing that I do have to ask you though. You are normally the person who meets people in the reception office and accepts deliveries and deals with the couriers, will you be able to manage that dressed like you are? Indeed, can the business manage that, which is a question I can't answer at the moment – but that's for me to work out I suppose." "Robert, to be honest with you, I'm looking forward to it. It will be fun, and I'll be OK with it on Friday too." At that moment, I was sure that again a lot of bravado was in that statement that I wasn't entirely convinced I had – but I knew I was going to try it! The rest of the day wore on, we all discussed various things at lunch time, mostly with regard to both my current attire and the forthcoming Friday in particular. Then, all too quickly it seemed, we started to be called into the conference room for our 'photos. I don't know if it was done purposely, but I was asked for first. In the conference room a background screen had been set up and a number of large flash lights with umbrellas were stationed around the room. The tables had been pushed to one side and the room seemed somehow bigger for it. There were three people in the room, only Alison was familiar. She introduce Andrew, the Photographer and Lynn, his assistant and make up artist. All of them just looked at me astounded at what I was wearing. Andrew was licking his lips and I immediately thought 'Pervert'. Alison was the first to speak and she introduced me to Andrew and Lynn. Then she said, "Are you going to change Gina, we need to have you in underwear to do the 'photos." "No, I don't have any. I thought I would just do it naked and cover myself with my hands, if I have to; cover myself I mean." "Well, we've had some strong reactions to the content of the program in the past, and some heavy persuading has had to be done to get people to understand what it is all about and to join in, so this is quite different, eye opening and unexpected. Thank you for making our lives easier. Andrew, that will be OK won't it?" "Yes, that's fine, I don't have any problem with that. Lynn, can you just do Gina's make up for her please and we'll get started." "Here, put this on please." Lynn asked. She offered me a smock type thing that you use at the hairdressers. I put it on and she sat me down in front of one of the tables where she had her make-up and a mirror. "Don't over-make me please, I want to appear as natural as possible, I normally wear very little make-up." Which, by the way is true. I have naturally good skin, so I don't spoil it by blocking up my pores with greasy horrible make-up. When she was finished, I stood up and removed the smock, then facing the room, I put my hands on the hem of my camisole and lifted it straight up over my head, putting it down on the back of the chair. I unzipped my skirt and that followed my camisole. Now, except for my shoes, I am standing completely naked in front of three strangers, nothing to hide me, not even jewellery to embellish. My mouth once more was dry, my hands sweating, and my pussy tingling with excitement. Deep up into my belly I could feel my pussy squeezing and pulsating. I closed my eyes for a moment and gripped hard onto myself. I was so close to cumming, I had to do something to stop myself. I thought quickly of Martin; that made things worse. I thought of being outside like this, trying to frighten myself out of the feelings I was having now, and that did it. I couldn't hold it any more. I shuddered with the strength of my orgasm and couldn't hide it. I had to hold on to the back of the chair as my legs buckled under me and for about a minute, I was completely caught up in my orgasm. Slowly, I came back to reality, clearly blushing from the orgasm and embarrassment, and said, "God, sorry, I didn't mean to do that, I couldn't control it. What must you all think of me." No-one said a word, they were all just transfixed with what had just happened and all of them were staring at me wide eyed and open-mouthed. "Excuse me for a moment please, I'll just go clean up." Well, what more could I say anyway – I just had to deal with it, there was nowhere to hide after all. Remaining naked, I walked out of the conference room and down the corridor to the toilets. I didn't pass anyone else in the corridor which, at the time, was a good thing. Now I'm disappointed that I didn't. In the toilets, I went into a cubicle and had to masturbate again, I felt so sexually high that I didn't think I could do the 'photo thing and not cum in front of them again. This time, though, I groaned out loud when my orgasm came, about 30 seconds after starting to play myself. I got cleaned up and washed my face – tough if they have to do the make up again. Making my way back to the Conference Room my legs got stronger and stopped wobbling, thankfully. When I went in, Lynn saw that I had washed off all the makeup she had put on me and tutted that she would have to do it all again. Andrew said, "Never mind the makeup, you could work for a week and not get close to the glow she has on her face right now. Come, quickly, stand in front of the background and let's take this picture before you loose it." I moved over to the screen and asked, "How would you like me to pose then?" "If you can stand sort of 3/4s on to me, cover your breasts with your hands and push your right thigh and hip in front of your pussy, keeping your ankle and toes straight down." I moved my position and put my hands on my breasts so that they barely covered my nipples. I let a little of my puffy areola showing and he didn't say anything, so I stayed like that. He did, however, come across and knelt down in front of me, moving my leg to where he wanted it and making sure that leg was stretched out on tip toe. He was trying to ensure that my little landing strip wasn't visible. Once I got the idea of what he wanted, I was OK to set myself up. I did tease him a little though, pushing my leg back so that he had to tell me I was still showing too much. I ducked my chin into my chest a little and gave him, hopefully I thought, an 'alluring' (in other words, 'come fuck me big boy!' look) CLICK went the camera. Andrew stood back and looked at the photo on the screen on the back of his camera. This one will be fine I think, but just wait while a do couple of insurance shots, don't move yet please, and definitely don't change that expression on your face. Andrew took about 6 more photographs, having me move slightly for each one. Eventually, he said "All done then Gina, and well done too. I hope that the others are as easy to do as you have been." "Can I take a look at them please?" I asked. "Yes, sure, come around the back here and you can see them on the screen." Remaining naked, I walked across the room and stood next to him, his shirt sleeve was brushing against my arm. For something so innocuous, it felt sexy as hell, and I had to restrain myself, not from him, but from my heightened state or arousal. He flicked through the pictures and, even if I do say so myself, I looked pretty damned good. "Do you think I could have a set of prints for my Husband?" "Yes, that's no problem, I'll bring them with me when we come back on Thursday with your full sized cut-out. You could have that too, when were all done with the program." "I'd like that very much." I said. I turned and started walking out the door when Lynn called after me. "Aren't you forgetting something Gina?" I turned, a little puzzled. Then it dawned on me; I was still naked. I blushed and apologised and went back across the room. I pulled my camisole over my head and stepped into my skirt, doing it up as I went out the door, smiling a 'Thank you' over my shoulder as I went out. I returned to my desk and just got on with my work for the rest of the day, feeling very comfortable, happy and strangely 'free'. My state of dress no longer worried me, in fact I was revelling in it, taking every opportunity I could find to get up from my chair and walk around the office. We did have one courier bring some plans in during the afternoon and I probably made his day – he certainly left with a big smile on his face and a noticeable bulge underneath his leather motorcycle clothes. 5 o'clock came around soon enough and people started to get ready to leave for the day. I shut down my computer, returned various items to cupboards and draws and went out to the foyer to wait for Martin. As he turned into the car park, on an impulse I undid my skirt and took it off, then pulled my camisole over my head and popped them into my handbag which was just big enough to hold them, but I couldn't do the zipper up on the bag. Purposely, I didn't look around at the Clerk at the desk, but I did hear a big intake of breath. I wondered what she was thinking as I walked straight out of the door and walked naked the 30 or so yards to the car. I got in and as I was putting my seat belt on. "Firstly, put you eyeballs and tongue back in your head, and let me tell you all about the most amazing day I have ever experienced." I said before Martin had any chance to comment on what I had done. Driving through the town on the way home, I know that I was seen quite clearly naked by a number of people, especially when stopped at traffic lights, and I told Martin all about our day. Just before we got home, I noticed the look in Martin's eyes and the huge smile on his face, so I reached over and put my hand in his lap to confirm my suspicions – and yes, he was hard as rock in the trouser department. I smiled and said, "I hope that is all for me Martin?" "And the sooner the better – it's starting to hurt!" he responded, his smile getting wider and the glint in his eye told me all I needed to know – it was going to be a good night again and I couldn't wait. This was turning me into some kind of truly exhibitionist monster! We pulled up at the kerb outside our house and I un-clicked my seatbelt and reached for the door handle. "Are you going to get out here like that?" Martin asked. "Would it bother you?" "Look, I told you last night that I love you being naked and would happily have you that way all the time, so I'm not going back on that – if you want to get out naked then do so and I will support you whatever happens. If you do though, you're going to have to deal with this as soon as we are inside the door." He reached over, took my hand and put it back in his lap. I smiled at him and pulled my hand away quickly, opened the door and got out, now for the first time ever I was standing naked in a public street where I could be seen by anyone. "Come on then," I said, "Don't keep me waiting." I closed the car door, crossed the footpath and made my way, slowly, up the garden path, waiting for him outside the front door and, naked and proud of it, faced the street. Martin nearly ran up the path and I stood back from the door to let him open it. I saw our next door neighbours curtains twitch and suddenly my mouth went dry and my hands began to shake slightly. I steeled myself and gave a little finger wave to the window, I didn't know who was looking at me, Sammie or Geraint, and smiled. Before I could get into the house, Sammie had opened her front door and with a sort of glazed looked in her eye. "What's happened to you Gina, why are you naked?" she asked worriedly. The urge to run now was very strong indeed, but I controlled that and I walked across the grass, the fronts of the houses being open plan and unfenced, to her door and started to explain why I was naked. She grabbed my hand and started to pull me into her house saying "Quick, come in here and I'll find you something to wear." I pulled back and, still standing in the full view of the street, feeling slightly nervous and just a little panicky, I continued my story of why I was naked. It was very condensed of course, so didn't take too long. Even so, Martin was looking nervous too, as a car came down the street and slowed to a crawl when it passed, the driver, a man from a few houses down the road, stared at my nudity. I looked at him and my pussy seemed to explode and soak my thighs with pungent juices. I was so close to coming there on the street, seeing and acknowledging the effect my nakedness was having on the stranger in his car. Again, I don't know where it came from, but I asked Sammie if she would like to pop around later and I would explain further about the 'project' and apologised if I had caused her any offence, making sure she understood I was not trying to cause offence. "Will you be naked then too and, do you think I ought to tell Geraint why I am coming around?" she asked. "Yes, of course, and fetch him with you too if you don't mind. The more people know of the project, the easier it will be for me to complete, so the help and tolerance of my neighbours would be greatly appreciated." She smiled and said she would, but drew me to her a little and whispered, "What does Martin think of all this?" I giggled a little and said, "Well, by the look on his face, he is clearly loving it but is concerned for my safety, which is quite cute, don't you think?" She looked at Martin and laughed. "You won't want us to be naked to will you? I don't think Geraint would like that – he is from the very religious Welsh valleys as you probably figured from his name." "No, of course not", I smiled back at her, "It's just that your help would really be appreciated to get me acclimatised to being naked in front of other people ready for our task on Friday, if you wouldn't mind too much." Sammie said, "I'm not too sure how much help we will be, you look pretty comfortable now considering you are standing in the street naked as the day you were born talking to your neighbour!" I smiled, said "Thanks, I'll see you about 7:30ish then?" and turned to walk back across her front lawn to my own front door. "I expect so." called after me. As I got to the door and Martin, he grabbed my hand and dragged me into the house, slamming the door behind us. "Martin, are you angry with me because I spoke to Sammie?" Naked Friday 02 - Tuesday Without response, he pulled his shirt off over his head and quickly stripped off his trousers too, grabbing me and laying me back on the stairs, opened my legs (no resistance on my part) and forcefully pushed himself inside of me. It took about 30 seconds for us both to come, and I expected him to stop then. He didn't – he just kept on pounding into me until I eventually screamed through my second orgasm as we both came together for the second time. Covered in sweat and our own mingling juices and remaining on the stairs for a few minutes, Martin looked deep into my eyes and kissed me so softly it was like having a feather tickle my lips. This was not enough and I sunk my tongue deep into his mouth and smothered him with deep hot kisses. After a few more minutes, I picked his head up off my chest and said, "Supremely enjoyable as that was, it's not too comfortable here now, and I think we need a shower before dinner, don't you?" "Hmmmmm." Was all I got back in response. "Come on dopy, let's get showered and put some dinner on." and I pushed against his shoulders. He reluctantly stood up and took me by the hand, leading me upstairs. We showered together and he made me come again with his fingers and lips while we were there. As I was drying off, I watched Martin do the same. 'God, I love you so much Martin, you just don't know how much and I can't find the words to explain.' I thought. Martin was clearly loving what I was doing and hadn't said a word about me coming home naked, not a bad word anyway. I had enjoyed it too – all the different feelings of fear, breathlessness, sweating hands and dry mouth; the arousal that I had felt all day, and especially on the way home being fully naked in real public areas, and in our own country too, not just topless on a beach in the Mediterranean where it was almost expected, and I was thoroughly enjoying it too, especially the fringe benefits! I made a life changing decision right there and then, and had no doubts or fears about it, even if I did end up having a record for indecent exposure – it would be worth it. My decision? 'I am going to endeavour to be naked for as long as possible wherever and whenever possible, and hang the consequences.' Martin obviously loved it and I loved the feelings, both positive and, surprisingly, even the negative and frightened ones too. So why shouldn't I – after all, all I would be doing would be hurting peoples frigid and bigoted feelings. Having made that decision, I shook for a while but Martin didn't see it because I was still drying myself off. But, despite the shakes, I was going to stay nude all the time from now on whenever possible. All that's left to figure out is what's 'possible', and I shall rely on Martin to lead me in that. I finished off my hair and, with a very light head on my shoulders, I wandered downstairs to see what Martin was getting us for dinner. Martin was standing at the front window and he too had remained naked. I walked up behind him caressed his buttocks, moving around to the front and then cupping his balls in my hand. "Hmmm, no matter how much I like that, please stop now or we won't be getting our dinner, I've ordered us a takeaway to be delivered, is that OK?" "Oooh yes" I responded, "It will give me a chance to flash the delivery boy!" "That'll be something he'll go back and discuss with his mates for a long time to come I suspect, but what if it's a girl?" he asked. "What difference would that make?" I asked. "Just so you know, I have just come to a major decision that I hope you will support and help me with." I paused for a moment and gathered up some courage. "I have decided that I am going stay naked whenever possible for the rest of my life – but I will need you to help me figure out what's possible and we'll have to make that up as we go along – will you?" I asked. He turned around and put his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him. I could feel the heat from his penis on my belly and closed my eyes, resting my head on his chest whilst my own arms encircled his waist. "Whatever you desire, Darling, is what I shall give you. And, I think we are going to enjoy this. Why didn't we get here sooner do you think?" "I think we have both been lying to ourselves a little, you know. Clearly, this is something that we have both wanted but been afraid to admit for fear of losing each other. We must promise, right now, never to be afraid to voice our desires and fantasies to each other ever again." I kissed his chest, slowly making my way up to his mouth and kissing him very gently and lovingly. "One thing I have to admit to you is that I have been unable to tell you how much I love you... I just don't know the words to describe how much." I told him. "I know how you feel – I can't imagine life without you either – and this thing that has surfaced over the past couple of days has made that love for you deeper than I could have believed possible." We remained in silence and cuddling each other by the window for a while when Martin said, "Lets get some plates ready, the takeaway shouldn't be too long now. I'll get dressed in a minute so that there's no scramble for something to put on when it comes." He released his hold on me, or at least, he tried to. I clung onto him and said, "No, don't; I just told you, I'll answer the door and pay, no need to get dressed." Martin said "I don't know what you are turning into Darling, but I do like it; so long as you're sure of course?" "Yes, I am sure. I just said, I'm not going to wear anything again when possible, and this is a definite 'possible'. No, more than that, it's a definite must – so don't worry – kiss me instead." And he did just that, tenderly, slowly and lovingly. I nearly came just from that kiss without anything else and had to go dry myself off before getting ready for dinner. About 5 minutes later, the doorbell rang. 'Here goes then.' I thought to myself. As I crossed the lounge towards the door, I had a little moment of fear and almost panicked, but quickly put it aside by thinking of how wet my pussy would become as soon as I opened the door. Even so, I got to the door and put my hand on the lock and had to pause a moment, just to ensure that I was prepared and composed. I opened the door and said, "Good evening". The man at the door, complete with his 'keep hot' bag, looked at me and said "Bloody Hell!" paused for a moment whilst he looked me up and down and as he did a huge smile spread across his face. "Well, that's going to brighten my evening; I wish all my customers would dress like you!" "If they did, " I responded, "Then it wouldn't be much of a thrill, would it?" "I suppose not, but then again..." he left the statement hanging in the air. "How much do we owe you then?" I asked as I took the package from him and turned and reached for my purse. I paid him and waited while he found some change and I think he took much longer that he needed, plus it is difficult to look for change when your eyes are everywhere but where they should be – looking in your change bag! He eventually found it and as he handed it to me he asked, "Why are you naked then, is it some sort of bet, or a dare or something?" "No, nothing like that – we have a challenge in work on Friday – it is going to be 'Naked Friday' in work for a BBC program that is being run as a team building exercise and I am practising for it so that I don't make a fool of myself. Or at least", I continued, "that is what it started out as – now I've found I like being naked, I'm not going to wear clothes again if I can help it and become a full time Nudist. Don't mind do you?" "No, of course not, and please do order from us again, I'll ensure that you get the best service; Bye for now then." and he turned and walked down the path. I stayed in the open doorway until he was seated in his car just at the end of our pathway and waved him goodbye. No one else passed in the street as I stood there, but I don't know if anyone across the road was looking at me out of their windows – and I didn't care if they were! I went back through to the kitchen and Martin helped me serve our dinner. It was quite a distraction – Martin kept on brushing past me, his front to my back, and I could feel his penis rubbing against the top of my bum; and it was making me hot and bothered! If he kept this up, we wouldn't be having dinner! I laughingly said, "Do you want this dinner or..." and I turned to face him, "do you want to eat this instead?" pointing at my sloppy, glistening pussy. "Not until you shave off that landing strip – I'm quite fancying you completely naked, and that includes hair down there." "Ohhh, Later. Now let's eat before Sammie and Geraint arrive." I don't think either of us really enjoyed our dinner that night, there was too much anticipation in the air waiting for them to come, and trepidation too I suspect on Martin's behalf and certainly a bit on mine, despite my earlier bravado in the street talking to Sammie. Whilst we waited, Martin asked what I was going to do about work for next two days. I said that I intended to go to work naked, if he would drive me – I didn't think I had the courage to go on the bus as usual, not yet anyway, maybe not ever, that one is a case of wait and see. Martin said he would drive me if I insisted, but thought that my going naked to work for the remainder of this week would have a spoiling effect on the Naked Friday project. "Why don't you go dressed as normal, despite your overexposure today; which I'm not knocking – in fact I am very proud to have a wife who could do what you did, and even moreso to do what you intend to do, and I shall support and protect you all the way. Then on Friday before you finish up to come home, go and see Robert and tell him what you intend to do – see how he takes it and whether they will allow you to continue to work naked or not." I pondered on this for a few minutes, and found that he was exactly right. So despite my earlier promise to go naked henceforth, I relented on that until Friday. "OK, so long as you take me to work and pick me up again – and then I won't have to dress 'till I get there and can undress again when I leave work. Deal?" I asked. "Yes, sure, but I can't take you on Thursday; I have to drive to a meeting in Bristol so I'll have to leave earlier than usual. I think I might enjoy this week!" He replied with a smile. "If I have anything to do with it, your going to enjoy the rest of your life after this week even more – 'cause I'm going to do it you know; Ahh, no more uncomfortable clothes to wear. Think of how much money we'll save!" A few moments later, still with both Martin and I naked on our sofa, the doorbell rang. I looked at the time and it was bang on 7:30, so I figured it would be Sammie and Geraint. "Do you want to go upstairs to dress before I answer the door love?" I asked Martin. "Do you think I ought? I would rather stay this way tonight at least to support you, and then if they are OK with it, I can go naked more around the house and maybe even in the garden with you." "Tell you what, " I replied, "I would love that. I'll go and ask them if they mind that you are naked as well tonight, and tell them that you are just supporting me. If they say that's OK, I'll just bring them in, if it's not, I'll let you get to the stairs first and they can come in while you dress. OK?" "Yes, sure – I'm quite nervous though, aren't you?" "Surprisingly love, No, I don't think I am – now let me go answer the door!" It was true, I wasn't what you would call nervous. My hands were sweating a little, I was a little blushed and my mouth was quite dry – but it wasn't nerves, it was anticipation of an exciting experience ahead and I wanted to get it started. I opened the door wide with not a thought to hide behind it nor to identify who was there first. It was Sammie and Geraint though, so I asked about Martin and they said it was OK, so I invited them in. I showed them to the two armchairs and, as I went out to the kitchen and Sammie, Geraint and Martin said their 'Hello's', I asked Martin to get the wine opened while I brought some glasses from the kitchen. Just having him do something rather than just sit on the sofa naked would help his nerves, and Sammie's and Gearint's too I suppose. Make things appear more 'normal' if he was busy. We chatted, primarily in the beginning about the BBC Project and Naked Friday. Sammie said she had never thought the BBC would do something like that and wondered where I found the courage to agree to do it. I explained that without Martin's support, I never could – but I know Martin will support me in whatever I do, so it wasn't too far a jump from wearing my normal 'at home and evening' wear to being naked. I also told them that I had been out on the town before in a short – very short – skirt and had not worn any underwear, clearly understanding that I would be flashing my bum and pussy during the course of the evening. I explained how it had turned both Martin and me on at the time. It hadn't been repeated because each of us was afraid of upsetting the other. We had, on the other hand, had a good deep heart to heart earlier this evening, and we discussed our views, and they turned out to be very closely aligned. I stayed naked all evening yesterday, although I didn't go out anywhere, and I told them what I had worn to work today – and they had already seen what I didn't wear coming home. With all that said, about an hour or so had passed and Sammie said she still admired my nerve, but didn't think she would ever enjoy being so exposed herself – but did feel a little jealous of my apparent comfort with my own body. "I wish everyone could be that courageous – especially me!" she said. "Well, since we are in the privacy of my home, why don't you give it a try – you might find that you are stronger than you think – you never know, you just might like it too?" I noticed that her eyes sparkled a little more now, and I could almost see the cogs going around in her head. Her face was a picture of fear and then thought and even a wry smile in there somewhere, then it would all go around again. I was amazed at how her face changed and 'spoke' without words to us. To break the moment, and give her an opportunity to not commit herself if she didn't want to and even ignore the question if that was cool with her, I got up and brought a fresh bottle of wine from the kitchen. Martin opened it for me and I poured each of us a fresh glass – I left Sammie's 'till last on purpose though. When I had finished pouring her wine, she turned to Geraint and asked, "What do you think Ger? Would you mind if I gave it a go here with Gina and Martin?" "I have been intrigued with what I have heard tonight, and I feel blessed with the honesty that Gina has shown, so despite my earlier comments to you at home, I don't think I would mind letting you give it a try – but just here mind you! – I don't expect to come home from work and find you wandering the neighbourhood naked." He did have a sort of smile on his face when he said the last bit – nothing pervy though, just a loving sort of smile that they alone would know the exact meaning of. Sammie said, "I'll go home and get undressed then and I'll be back in a minute, OK" and she moved to stand up. I was about to say 'You don't have to go home to do that, just get undressed here' but before I could, Martin knowing I was going to say something from the breath I took, dug me in the ribs with his elbow and nodded to shut me up. I gave him a quizzical look but couldn't really ask him – I would find out about his devious mind later on! I walked Sammie to the door and asked her if she wanted me to go with her for moral support. "Yes, that would be nice of you, please." I opened the door and went out in front of her. I could have cut across the grass in front of our houses, but I chose to walk down the path, along the street's footpath in front of our houses and then turned onto her front door path, never once looking to see who might be looking at me. I did notice how cold the ground was against my bare feet, and it wasn't entirely uncomfortable. What it did do, though was highlight, at least to me, how completely naked I was! Sammie opened her door and let us in. She went directly up the stairs and, so as not to make her any more nervous that she probably already was, I waited at the foot of them. A few seconds later, she called me and I went up to her bedroom. She looked absolutely amazing – a much better figure than mine by a country mile – she was just stunning. She had taken her hair out of its normal pigtale and fluffed it up a little, she had put on a pair of 3" heeled pumps and, as she stood looking at herself in the full length mirror. She stood erect and pulled her shoulders back, then said "I don't think I have ever looked at myself in quite such a critical way before, but now I do, I don't think I have too much to worry about, do you?" My mouth was still hanging open – I couldn't believe that simply changing one's hairstyle, wearing a different pair of shoes and standing proud could make such a difference to someone's appearance. I noted though that it may have had something to do with the pride I saw in her face too – she looked like she was in total command of what she was doing, rather than being the slightly mousey next door neighbour she had always appeared in the past. "Fuuuuucking Hellll!" I said. She turned to look at me, a little shocked by my language – I had never sworn before like that and I was a little shocked myself – but for all that – 'Fucking hell' came out of me again. Her face started to drop and I came out of my trance. "Sammie – no – I didn't mean what it looks like you think I meant – I meant Fucking Hell – where have you been hiding – YOU ARE GORGEOUS GIRL!" I just stared at her for a moment and then continued, "And you said you wouldn't look as good as me – 'tell you babe, I'd bloody kill for a body like yours. Come on, hurry up – we have to go show the boys." I grabbed her hand and dragged her down the stairs, out the door which she barely had the opportunity to close, and directly across the grass to my own front door. I banged the door open and dragged her into the lounge, pushing her front and centre so that we all could look at her. Just like mine, Martin's mouth dropped open and it looked like he couldn't drag his eyes away from her. Geraint said – "Give us a twirl then love." and very slowly, tottering a little on her unusually high heels, turned 360 with her arms raised level to about shoulder height. And again, quite involuntarily, "Fuck me!" said I. "I can only agree with that sentiment." Martin offered. Geraint got up out of his chair and took his wife in his arms and just kissed her face off – well almost. Eventually, he let her go and just stood back and stared. "Go on then Sammie, what in that few short minutes were you able to do to effect such a change in your appearance. I mean, I can understand Martin and Gina being a little surprised at the mouse getting out of it's cage; but I've seen you naked plenty of times – and it's never had this sort of reaction on me – tell me your secret!" "I don't have one. I just stripped in the bedroom, put on these shoes and then studied myself for a moment in the mirror and decided that I didn't look bad at all. Nothing else, honest." "God, how many times have I told you that and you haven't believed me. The penny has finally dropped for you has it – I knew you were gorgeous – hopefully now others will get to know it to, what d'you say?" Naked Friday 02 - Tuesday Sammie sat down on her chair and said, "Gina, can I have another drink please, all of a sudden my mouth is quite dry." Her hands were shaking and she gripped hold of the arms of the chair to try to hide it. Physically, she was showing all the signs of fear – wide eyes, trembling hands and a higher than normal colour to her skin; in her face though, that was a different matter. Her face were saying, quite loud and clear, 'I'm enjoying this!' I poured her a drink and she took it and greedily supped up half the glass. "Better go easy on that love, we don't want you drunk do we – you know you get a little silly when you're tipsy!" Geraint said. Sammie smiled back at him and said, "I'd better not I suppose, never know what might happen given my current state of undress!" Martin still had his mouth open a little and I dug him the ribs and whispered "Stop staring!, you'll put her off." A few seconds passed and he said to Sammie, "Well, now that you are similarly attired to Gina, how do you feel about being naked in company?" It was 'similarly' only in the fact that I didn't have any shoes on. Gina took a moment before answering, and the three of us were on bated breath. "I had never even considered doing something like this – well I suppose most people don't; but now that I have, Gina, I have to agree with you – it feels awesome, and I feel surprisingly relaxed about it – horny as hell but relaxed and comfortable, so you better watch out later Geraint, you're going to need some energy boy!" Everyone laughed and we had another glass of wine each. Generally, we chatted about the issues surrounding this general and public nudity stuff. Geraint was still worried, as you can expect, and Martin tried to re-assure him which was proving difficult. Sammie didn't contribute very much, she just sat and listened with a kind of glassy stare in her gaze, which by the way flicked constantly from mine to Martin's crotch! Suddenly, she jumped up and said, "I fancy a KFC, who's up for it?" Geraint said he wouldn't mind and, while we don't often eat there, Martin and I said we would too. I was a little disappointed as this meant that I would have to get dressed I suppose, especially going with Sammie and Geraint – maybe I wouldn't have worried if it was just me and Martin going – it would certainly prove interesting and test my resolve not to dress if I don't have to. "Hmmm, come on then" said Geraint. "You got your wallet Geraint?" asked Sammie. "No, but I will pick it while you Martin and Gina dress and we'll be ready to go." He stood up as he was answering her. "But I'm not going to dress, I thought Gina and I could go in and get it while you and Martin watch over us from the car; only if it's not too busy though." Geraint went white. There was a general silence for a few seconds and everyone stood stock still. "When you suggested that, the thought that maybe Martin and I could try something like that on our own crossed my mind, but I didn't think you would be up for it – I mean, you've only been naked in company, and privately at that except for coming from your house to ours, for an hour; are you sure you want to try something like that so soon?" I asked. Before she could answer, Geraint recovered and said, "Are you mad woman?" For a moment he didn't say anything more expecting an answer from Sammie. Martin just stood there smiling – now I knew he was up for it! "Sammie," Geraint continued, "you can't possibly want to go out to town naked, can you? What about the police? Someone is bound to ring the law and get us all arrested!" "Well, I don't mind much if they do. I just feel that I have to do something – this last hour or so seems to have opened my mind to something that must have been sitting there hiding, and now it's out in the open, no pun intended, I just feel that I have to test the waters so to speak to see what exactly has surfaced – come on Gina, don't you think it would be fun to try – Martin obviously thinks so!" responded Gina. I looked at Martin and he still had a huge grin on his face. "Do I really need to ask what your thoughts on this matter are Martin?" He looked at me and I continued, "No, I can clearly see I don't!" Geraint started pouring out a string of pertinent reasons why she (we) shouldn't do this. Sammie let him continue and he eventually ran out of reasons, not receiving a response to those from anyone. I must admit, I was worried by Geraint's reasoning, seeing them all as valid, but also wildly intrigued by the possibilities. My pussy was running with juices so much so that the top of my thighs were soaking wet, evidence of how turned on I was about it, along with my nipples being hard as rock and sticking out from my chest. I don't know why, but I really wanted to do this – even though I had only been naked last night around the house, flashed to my workmates all day (and nobody complained) and then naked from leaving work tonight – I wasn't really any more engaged in this thing than Sammie, but I still wanted to go out full naked in public, despite acknowledging Geraint's reasoning. Finally, outnumbered and admitting defeat, Geraint said he would come, but he wasn't getting out of the car. Martin said, "I'll pay for this, Geraint won't have to go home for his wallet then. I'll get mine now when I go to dress. Geraint, since you haven't drunk as much as the rest of us, are you OK to drive?" Geraint put his head in his hands and I thought he was going to sob. However, he just said, "OK, OK – I know when I'm beaten – but be warned all of you – I'm not going to be taking any responsibility for what happens – it's all down to you guys!" "Ohhh, Martin; you're not going to dress are you?" I said, mockingly. "Yes I bloody well am – I can't afford to get sacked by being pinched even if you two nutters can – so don't try to talk me out of it. Maybe, and only maybe, if this goes OK I may accompany you some time in the future – but not now so don't even think of arguing with me on this one. Someone has to be responsible here!" I laughed as he made his way up the stairs to dress. As we waited, I said I would just pop upstairs to clean myself up a little and wiped up the pussy juices running down my thighs to show them what I meant. "Wait for me Gina, I could do with a wipe down too!" said Sammie. We cleaned up and got a couple of towels out of the cupboard to put on the car seats, otherwise they would end up stained and soaking. Martin came downstairs just behind us so I opened the door and, stepped out followed by Sammie. "Come on then you two – we're starving here!" I called. I assumed that we would be travelling in Geraint's car, as he was driving, so I walked across the grass and stood next to the back door of his car, waiting for the others. It is about 9:30 now and the last of the days light is still clinging onto the sky. Me and Sammie were still quite visible in the fading light, but it wasn't too noticeable I suppose because the street lamps hadn't come on yet. All the same, a car came down the street and noticeably slowed as it passed. I couldn't see who was in it, but they had obviously seen Sammie and I by the car. "Well, I guess you know you've been seen naked in the street now Sammie, don't you?" I asked. She shivered and leant on the car. I thought she was going to orgasm there in the street, but she held it together and eventually said, "Yes, and boy did it get my juices going. I nearly came then. What have you turned me into Gina?" I laughed again and replied with a grin, "I suspect nothing that wasn't there before, however latent it was. And, I guess I know what you are talking about – I have been on the edge of orgasm since I left the house for work this morning. Martin is going to get a hammering later, I can promise you that." I didn't get much of a chance to say any more about that as Martin and Geraint came out of our door and, locking it behind them, walked across the grass to the car. Geraint clicked the locks and I opened the car door and put the towel I'd brought onto the seat before getting in, closely followed by Sammie. The boys sat in the front. It was a 15 minute drive to KFC, by which time the last of the day's light had retreated leaving us in darkness, except for street lights and then the lighting around the KFC restaurant, which was plain white, unlike the street lighting which, in these parts, still utilised the orangey sodium bulbs. This meant that, on the drive and with us naked girls riding in the back, no-one saw us. It would be a different matter in just a few seconds though. Geraint parked the car facing the floor to ceiling windows of the restaurant and Sammie and I both moved over to press our heads together to get a good look out the front window so that we could see how many people were in there. There was a young couple, early twenty's I suppose, arm in arm at the counter perusing the menu before making their choices, a table with 4 girls and two boys, all university kids by the look of them and a middle aged couple sitting at a table – along with the staff of course, most of whom were in their late teens. Sammie said, "This looks just fine to me – no kids to worry about or interfere with my plan." Geraint, with a faint tremble in his voice, asked, "What is it exactly that you planning to do?" Sammie replied with, "Gina and I are going to go in there, order us all a meal and come back to the car to either take it home or eat here – your choice on the last one, OK?" "Well, I'm not comfortable with this, but if your so determined to get arrested, you better get on and do it, hadn't you." said Geraint stuffily. "Sounds a good plan to me." said Martin. "Ready then Gina", Sammie asked. I took a deep breath, summoned up some nerve from somewhere and said, "OK then, let's do it!" and opened the car door. Sammie followed me out of my door and we started heading across the car park to the restaurant. Sammie squeezed my hand tightly and I could feel the excitement in her. I, on the other hand, felt suddenly really calm and comfortable; I did feel sexy as hell but I wasn't frightened as one would expect to be. I just felt happy to be here in all my naked glory and horny as fuck to go with it. A teenage expression, 'Lush', fitted quite perfectly. No embarrassment, no fear, no nerves. To be honest, as we walked across the car park I wondered if there might be something wrong with me that these things were missing. It was sort of fleeting, and I put the thought out of my mind. Just as we reached the door, Sammie said, "God Gina, I've never even thought of doing something like this before – I'm usually so uptight and conservative – but what you said when you saw me naked first of all did something to me that I don't understand, and to be honest it's making me feel so good that I don't want to understand it either, just take advantage of it. Thank you so much for this." "Thank me later if we don't get ourselves arrested tonight." I said. We were noticed by the group of university kids who just stared at us in disbelief, but didn't make any sort of ruckus, and then Sammie opened the door and walked in, hips swaying like a model (and she looked like one), head held high and proud. We walked directly over to the counter and just stood for a moment considering the menu. While we did, the middle aged man said loud enough for everyone to hear, but not shouted out, 'Bloody Hell, Ros, look at that! There are two stark naked girls in here." His wife, I presumed her to be, looked around and her jaw dropped open and eyes widened in disbelief. One of the University girls said "Hey, that's way cool girls – do you come here often like that?" I replied "Well thanks, but no, this is our first time dressed like this – hopefully it won't be our last though." I said with a wicked grin on my face. She replied, "When you comin' again, I'd love to get my boyfriend here to watch too." 'Don't know", I said, "But keep an eye open for us in the future, yeah?" "Sure will girl – that's awesome." The others were watching us intently but didn't say anything. The couple in front of us turned around looked at us, the girl gave her man an dig in the ribs for the look on his face and dragged him away out the door. Guess they never did get their meal! "What about we get the chicken dinner for four with cokes then?" I asked. "Yeah, OK then. Listen, how about I order that and you go get the boys, d'you fancy eating it here, no-one seems to mind us being here at the minute, and I want more!" I thought about this for a few seconds, and she was right. Nobody had made a fuss, and the guy serving was just staring and grinning lustfully at us, so I didn't figure he would be a problem. Given my not understandable level of comfort and lack of fear (why?) I said, "OK, I'll go get them – you order – here, take Martin's wallet." I turned and walked out the door and across the car park. I felt like I was walking on air! I walked up to the passenger side where Martin was and said through the now open window, "Come on then boys, Sammie has decided that we are eating here, so get your skates on and get in here." Martin immediately started winding up the window and Geraint groaned and put his head in his hands again, shaking it back and forth as he did. In resignation of his wife's determination in this, he just got out, locked up the car and followed me back across the car park. I showed off with a little shimmy and dance as I did. Martin had a smile from ear to ear and even Geraint managed a grin. By the time we got there, Sammie had our meal and had taken a seat at a table between the university kids and the middle aged couple. As we ate, we were berated with questions from all sides, the middle aged woman continued to look pretty uncomfortable, but didn't complain. Maybe it was the acceptance of us by so many others that shut her up – on the other hand, maybe she wanted to join in too but was too scared? Yeah, I'll bet – not! I was about finished with my meal and desperately needed a clean up, I was sticking to the chair! I had a napkin spare and as I stood up to go to the toilet, I gave my pussy a quick wipe, trying not to be conspicuous about it. "Just going for a pee, won't be a minute." I whispered to Martin and walked across the restaurant to the toilets. I did what I had to do and when I came out the cubicle, one of the Uni girls was in there too. "'Scuse me" she said, "Can you tell my why you and your friend are naked? I'm not causing trouble; honest, I'm just intrigued!" I spent a few minutes explaining how it had all come about and how Sammie had joined in and then sort of taken the lead and dragged us all out here tonight. I also said how surprised Sammie and I had been to find that it was much easier than we thought it would be and that now, apart from feeling constantly horny, I was quite comfortable with it. "I don't think either of us could have done it without the support of our husband's though. They've been great. My friends' husband is a bit shell shocked at the minute, but Martin, my husband, is loving it. And I am reaping the rewards!" She giggled and said, "Well, I think it's cool – maybe I'll see if my boyfriend would like it and try it at our digs if he does - who knows what will happen after that." She turned to walk away and then added, "We'll all be back here Friday, if you fancy another naked night out, I'd love to see you do it again, could we?" I laughed and said, "I'll see what I can do then – maybe see you Friday." We walked out giggling together and went back to our respective tables. The others had finished so I said, "All fit then, let's go home, yes?" All agreed and they got up and we walked out, Sammie turning back to the counter and finger waved at the boy behind it, saying "Thanks for having us." We got back in the car and Sammie sat in front with Geraint, which left Martin and me in the back. Before we were out of the car park, Martin was all over me, kissing me, stroking my breasts and cupping my soaking wet pussy with his other hand. I noticed Geraint having to drive one-handed as Sammie had arrested his left hand and had it firmly planted in her lap, she was sitting with her head back and groaning. It took Sammie about a minute to orgasm, and she made a hell of a noise about it too, and shortly after so did I! Before we got home, I had the opportunity to take Martin's prick out of his trousers and made him come with my mouth, swallowing straight down all that he could produce. Geraint eventually pulled up on his drive and we said our goodnights, saying we would catch up with each other tomorrow, and Martin and I walked arm in arm down his drive, along the footpath in front of our houses and up our own path to our front door. The stairs took a pounding for the second time that day before we had a coffee before going to bed. I didn't finally get to sleep until about 12:30 that night, by which time the bed was feeling decidedly wet and we were both, literally, shagged out. What a day. Last thought in my head before finally going to sleep was, 'I hope this continues – I love being naked, and especially in public. I hope Martin can keep (it) up!'