A Different Valentine's Day

This story has no sex in it, just the experience of being nude, so if this isn't what you're looking for, feel free to pass it by.

It all started on Thanksgiving. Ned and Nancy Bishop were T-boned by an uninsured driver, and they spent the next week in the hospital. Nancy was released from the hospital two days before Ned and it was weeks before he could walk.

The reason we knew about this accident is that my wife and I are members of a local community club with Ned and Nancy. It is a fairly conservative group made up of mostly church going people who just want to help others and socialize together. The membership was about 80 men and women.

At our December meeting we discussed how the club could help the Bishops as it was reported that they owed just over one hundred thousand dollars that the insurance company wouldn't cover.

The standard fund-raisers we had done would have earned approximately ten percent of the needed amount, so Roger, our president, facilitated a brainstorming session. Every idea was put up on the wall on a sticky note. Within the 15 minutes he allotted to the idea portion, at least 50 ideas were posted.

We then went through the ideas one by one and eliminated the ones that no one could see earning at least $25,000. When we finished the initial weeding, we had five note pads left on the wall. Poker Tournament, Christmas Bazaar and Fair, Charity Calendar, 5K run, and a Car Show.

The next step was to discuss the merit, fund-raising expectations, and feasibility of each. The car show was thought to be a good spring project in April or May and could easily be conducted with our membership. The challenge would be selecting a weekend that didn't have any other major local competition. The 5K run was also a good spring or fall project and had the same type of positives and negatives as the car show. The Christmas bazaar and fair was thought to be a great idea and very feasible but not practical until November.

The poker tournament was discussed next and the supporters of that idea believed that we could get local businesses to sponsor the entry fees to make the twenty-five thousand dollar goal. About a third of the members supported the idea as it could be put together by February or March.

The charity calendar was finally put on the table and the first question asked was what kind of calendar it would be. Suzan, our 73-year-old secretary, explained that artistic, implied nudity, the kind where it was obvious the models were nude but nothing is shown, were often the most successful charity calendars, and we should expect a profit of a minimum of ten to twenty-five dollars per calendar.

The discussion became heated as some didn't think that kind of calendar was appropriate for our group. Finally, Suzan stood up and said Ned and Nancy had helped many in the community and she was willing to help them in any way. She announced that if we did the calendar, she would pose on behalf of her friends, and she challenged those who would be willing to do the same to stand as well.

My wife and I looked at each other and then together stood up. One by one, other couples and individuals stood as well. After a long minute, I counted fifteen people standing, all but Suzan seemed embarrassed at first, but one by one, seeing the standing group, each stood tall. Suzan said thank you and we all sat down.

Once everyone understood that there would be no full nudity shown in the calendar the discussion started to be more positive. When the suggestion was made to organize the poker tournament for Valentines Day and to introduce the calendar for sale at that event the die was set.

The President appointed two committees, one for the poker tourney and the other for the calendar project. He said that the executive board would approve the plans of each committee as they were created. I ended up being appointed to the calendar committee.

The next day the calendar committee met for lunch and we each volunteered for a task. Mine was to meet with a local printer and get the best deal for the calendar. The group decided that the calendar would be classier and have more acceptance if done with black and white photos.

That afternoon I stopped by the local print shop and talked with the manager. When I explained what we were planning and who it was for, he offered to print 2,500 calendars for the cost of materials. He estimated that we could sell the calendars for $25 to $30 each and they would cost us $4.95 each for a 16-month calendar with the special deal. The only additional thing he wanted was his company name and info on the back of the calendar.

I reported back to Suzan, and she was pleased as she had a commitment from Ashley Jones to take the photos as Ashley was an award-winning photographer. When I informed her that we might be able to make as much as $60,000 if we could sell all 2,500 calendars, she was ecstatic.

Suzan then set a meeting for the next Monday. All the volunteers would be invited to attend to solidify their commitment now that the pieces were coming together. It was a few days for each of us who had volunteered to pose, to either gather our courage or to reconsider.

Monday evening arrived and there was a new atmosphere in the room, one that mingled excitement, anticipation, and fear. Everyone looked at their friends in a new light knowing that their eyes would be seeing them in the buff before this was done.

Suzan started off with the report about the printer and then introduced Ashley. She had prepared a set of rough drawings showing the desired result for each photograph. She asked for volunteers for each and one by one, each of us picked the concept we like for ourselves. A couple of the drawings had initially had more than one person interested in it. In those cases, Ashley picked the one that she thought would fit that photo better.

When we were done there was only one photo left without a name and Suzan encouraged us to look around for another volunteer. She added that the cover would feature all us in a group shot and the back of the calendar would have our group's name, contact information, and a short paragraph on the reason for this project, as well as credits to the photographer and printer.

Suzan set the ground rules for all of us. Anyone who was at a photo shoot would be nude with the exception of the photographer. That would ensure that there would be no gawkers to make us uncomfortable. No cameras or phones would be allowed at a photo shoot. Since we had both men and women, we were to be respectful of each other at all times.

Ashley asked that each volunteer wear just a robe for at least two hours prior to their photo shoot so that any marks on their skin from clothing would have time to fade. Due to the time of year, she expected all the shots would be done in her studio. She encouraged all of us to enjoy the experience and if we were worried, to spend some time nude at home to get used to the feeling. The last thing she said was how impressed she was for our bravery for getting nude to help our friends.

Each of us were given a tentative shooting schedule and since I had some photography experience, I was asked to be Ashley's helper. The schedule started on January 5 and each day a different shot would be taken as Ashley also had her business to run.

The holidays passed quickly and in quiet moments, the thought of being naked in front of my friends as intimidating. I realized others were feeling the same thing as Joel called me on the 30th. I reassured him that the calendar would be tasteful and important for Ned and Nancy who were in need of our help.

The fifth finally arrived and at 2:00 pm, I took a shower and trimmed a few wild hairs, both in my nose and ears and around my genitals. I put on my robe and slippers and went and kissed my wife. She had decided not to go today as she didn't want to be seen as a gawker who just came to look on the first day. My words to the contrary didn't sway her decision.

I put my wallet and keys in the robe's pocket and drove down to Ashley's studio. Pulling into her parking lot, I saw it was half full and a couple of cars followed me in. I paused at the door to the studio to hold the door open for Suzan who was wearing a bright red robe that came only to her mid-thighs.

I commented with a grin that with that bright color she must want to be seen. She shot back that was the intent of this calendar and then gave me a smile and wink. In a conspiratorial tone, she revealed that this was her idea as she had always wanted to pose for art. In the same low voice, I replied with a me too, which elicited a huge smile from her.

We entered the studio, and Ashley directed us to her studio room and pointed out the rack that was held several robes at the entrance to the studio. She laughed as she reminded us that it was our rules.

Suzan paused and then following a deep breath, untied her robe and shrugged it off her pale shoulders. She was still an attractive lady, with pearl white breasts that were small but full, with dark contrasting areoles and nipples. Her skin had some age spots and surprisingly she had trimmed her public hair into the shape of a heart.

She did a little spin and raised her eyebrows as if to say, your turn. So, I untied my robe and let it slip off my shoulders and hung it up. I watched her eyes go down and up my bare body as I turned to face her. I'm not in bad shape for a man in my mid-60's and while I expect that my cock is a little under the average length, I've been told that it looks good. Suzan's face blushed crimson as she smiled when her eyes met mine after lingering on my pubic area.

We entered the studio and found a number of our group had come to watch and/or to give support to Suzan who was the first to have her photo session. The room was filled with realistic flowers as Suzan had chosen a garden scene.

We greeted each other and soon Ashley entered her studio and asked me to start turning on the lights while she posed Suzan. She had Suzan hold a hoe and pretend she was using it, and then positioned flowers so that her breasts and womanhood were hidden. While the flowers hid her assets from the camera, each of the volunteers could see all her charms.

Suzan commented to the group that being the center of attention was easier than she had anticipated. Ashley told her to hold still and started snapping photographs of Suzan. Ashley had me adjust the light intensity and once to reposition one. After about 15 minutes and a couple of dozen shots she announced that we were done with the first session.

The group began clapping and Suzan did a bow. Ashley announced that she would have a couple of prints tomorrow when the next session would take place. She reminded me to bring my cowboy hat as that was a prop she didn't have.

Everyone headed to the door while Suzan and I aided Ashley by turning off lights and changing the set to be ready for tomorrow. Suzan admitted to us that she had enjoyed being naked in front of the camera and her friends. She thanked Ashley for giving her the opportunity to turn a secret fantasy into reality.

Once the section of wooden fence was in place for my shoot, we left the studio and put on our robes and went to our cars. As I held her door open, I commented to Suzan, if the weather was warmer, it would be tempting to do without the robe. Her reply was a grin and eyes that clearly said naughty man.

When I got home, I filled in my wife with what had happened, and she promised to attend my photo shoot tomorrow. The night was fabulous between the sheets and the following day passed quickly.

Since I was to be the center of attention today, I double checked my appearance in the mirror before slipping on my robe. My wife met me at the door, and we headed into town. As I was also the help, we were among the first to arrive and soon we were both nude and while she was initially self-conscience greeting our friends, it soon became a bit more normal.

I helped Ashley get the lights set up and when I looked up, I realized the entire group had shown up this evening. When Ashley directed me to put my hat on and step behind the fence, I felt the lights on my skin as well as all the pairs of eyes focused on me. Ashley had to adjust the height of the camera on the tripod so that my cock was hidden.

Standing there in the lights with everyone watching me, my cock swelled a little and I tried to think of snow and ice. Finally, Ashley said let's begin and giving me direction started to trigger the shutter. It helped to follow directions about where to look as well as the expression that Ashley wanted to capture. Yet I could feel the eyes on me and my cock responded by point out from my body in that stage between flaccid and erect. Thankfully it didn't continue to grow and embarrass me.

I was enjoying the lights, camera, and the eyes of the audience when Ashley announced that she had the shot she wanted. At this point she put up her camera and showed the group three shots of Suzan from the night before.

Ashley asked the group to tell her which photo they liked the best. The group was evenly split between two of the shots and she noted down their response and then gave the photos to Suzan. Then the group dispersed to their robes and cars and left my wife and I with Ashley setting up the studio for the next day's shot.

Each working day that followed had most, if not all, of the group showing up to watch as each volunteer took their turn in front of the camera. There were only six men who had volunteered and nine of our women members. We saw a large penis and the rest were about average, as expected. The breasts ranged from large full pairs to a lady with tiny breasts with puffy nipples. We even had one who had lost one of her breasts to cancer. The response to each persons turn in the lights was positive and even empowering to some. Some enjoyed that time before the camera more, while most enjoyed watching the best.

The evening that the last one of us did their turn, Suzan announced that we still needed one more volunteer for the last shot the next night. The suggestion was made that one or two of us might do a second turn. However, Ashley piped up with the idea that she could volunteer for the shot.

Suzan asked her if she was sure as she wasn't in her fifties, sixties, or seventies like the rest of us. Ashley revealed she was thirty-one and lived down the road from Ned and Nancy. She reiterated that she was willing to pose if we didn't mind as she wasn't a member of our organization because she want to help the Bishops.

The next evening when my wife and I arrived, we saw a robe on the rack and entering the studio found Ashley stark naked. We paused to just look at her as she was pale skinned with freckles all over her body. She broke the ice by commenting that she could play connect the dots all day. Her breasts were still perky and firm, and she had shaved her pubic hair, letting her womanhood be seen at the top of her thighs.

While the group assembled, Ashley and I set up the shot with my wife standing in for Ashley. When we were ready, Ashley took her place in the lights, and I started triggering the camera. She took a break to review what I had captured and giving me directions resumed her place in the lights.

After Ashley had reviewed the second part of the session, she informed us that on Saturday the group cover shot would be shot at our group's building as her studio wasn't large enough.

That Saturday, I loaded my lights up and met Ashley at the meeting place as she wanted to make sure that she had enough light. One by one, the cars pulled into the lot and our group entered the building where they shed their robes.

Ashley started positioning each person with their props and it took quite a while for her to get each of us in a position where nothing was showing besides the bare skin that was allowed. I was the last to be positioned and looking around at my nude friends, I felt very good about what we were doing. Once Ashley took her position and using a remote trigger took a number of shots. She checked what she had captured and then resuming her position, she took a dozen more shots.

Ashley said loudly that it was a wrap. I saw Suzan go to the door without her robe and open it. Nancy Bishop came through the door with a cane and started crying as she saw all her friends standing around nude. Nancy just leaned on Suzan and then took her coat off revealing bare breasts. She thanked everyone through her tears and said Ned would love to be here but wasn't up to travel yet.

What an experience we shared, every eye was watery and most shed tears. Nancy gave each one of us a hug and for the first time since we had started, everyone hugged each other. Being nude had become normal and the touch of bare skin between friends was okay in that moment.

The calendar was completed and on Valentines Day the other committee held their poker tournament, and we started off the event with the presentation of the calendar. It was sold out inside two weeks, and we needed a second printing that sold out by the end of March.

That Valentines Day capped off the most different season in any of our lives. Each of us answered the question, would you do this again in a similar way. Where do I take my clothes off?

We lost three members because of the calendar but gained twenty-one. Some members are wanting to know if we're going to do another calendar, but Suzan has mentioned an art exhibit and auction as a possibility