I first met Stella's personal trainer Jonathon when collecting her from the gym. Average height, slim build, cropped blonde hair with a good tan. He's a very energetic guy. Always looks smartly dressed in designer sportswear. Stella invited him round for drinks one evening.
Although my wife spent ages getting ready she came down wearing a simple open neck white shirt. Obviously no bra and probably no panties under her new sunflower motif thin cotton skirt. She greeted Jonathon at the door saying to make himself at home.
I had to correct him when he called me Gerry.
"Sorry." he said. "Sure, I remember now, you're not a Gerry. You're a Jessie, not to be confused with being a sissy."
I wondered why the two of them thought that seemed so amusing as I left the room to fetch the wine. A lightly chilled Australian Chardonnay served with a dish of mixed nuts. I took the greatest care handing out the drinks to avoid any accidents, which have plagued me in recent times.
Jonathon is a fluent talker and he entertained us with episodes of his life story. Now in a relationship with Margaret, an Army Nurse posted overseas for six months. He has missed her very much. Stella pointed out that lots of attractive girls at the gym would love to go out with a handsome man like Jonathon. Shaking his head, he replied,
"There is no way that is going to happen Stella. I promised Margaret that I would not have sex with another woman all the time she is away. I have not let her down and there's only a few weeks left now so I mean to keep my word."
The conversation switched to holidays. Told us he met Margaret on a nudist beach in the south of France.
This reminded me of a lady nudist who wrote to me after my lotto winner's picture appeared in the newspaper to say that she'd find it easy to fall in love with me. An international theatre star specialising in nude pole dancing but willing to give up her glamorous highly paid career to marry me. Of no interest to me, I had just met and fallen in love for real with Stella, the most wonderful woman in the world who became my dear wife the very next week. Of course, Stella is not interested in my huge lottery win. I overheard her telling a bridesmaid that she would have still married me if I'd won only the second prize of one and a half million.
It seems Jonathon is a committed naturist. When home from work, off come all his clothes. Adores being naked around his cottage and garden as he explained,
"That's why I always look so fit and brown. I have no tan lines on my body. Would you like to see?"
I began to tactfully decline the offer but Stella smiled in pleasure and said warmly,
"Yes that would be so educational for me. I've always wanted to try a nudist lifestyle but never had the opportunity."
His clothes quickly formed a neat pile on the carpet. Totally unembarrassed in his nudity, Jonathon stepped across close to the sofa where the two of us sat. I had to agree; superb skin tone with no white patches noticeable. He swivelled right round so we could view his rear. Again, the tan unbroken right down to his neat round buttocks.
"Let's have a look at the front again," asked Stella enthusiastically, placing her hand on his hip to help turn him round.
I followed her gaze aimed at his prick; about six inches long, with a perfect knob. I realised that it looked unusually smooth due to the entire absence of hair on the shaft or around the balls.
Stella's fingers hovered over his prick for a moment before moving lower to rub the palm of her hand down the inside of his thigh.
My always-observant wife said,
"Your skin seems beautifully smooth. Is that wax treatment?"
Jonathon launched into a detailed explanation of different systems that he had tried in the past: shaving, depilation creams, home waxing, salon Brazilian. Finally, he'd spent a small fortune on a series of laser treatments.
"So now" he said proudly, "I am smooth everywhere."
Stella appeared most impressed by his claim and Jonathon invited her to touch. He took her hand and exploring various intimate areas, asked her to agree complete smoothness everywhere. First, under his balls then rubbing her fingers around his groin and inside his thighs.
"I used to be exceptionally hairy around my balls and the base of my dick. Try stroking, you'll find I am smooth as silk."
Instantly, her hands encircled his prick, fingers exploring around the fleshy base and then almost weighing his balls in the palm of her hand. Stella took a long time checking and re-checking before she could agree on his perfect smoothness.
"Now the final proof is when I bend over," said Jonathon sinking down on all fours exposing his bare ass.