Samantha
One month later, 5:30 pm Friday
As soon as she entered her bedroom, Samantha shed her work clothes. Without even pausing to close the door, her blouse, skirt, jacket, bra, and panties fell into a pile on the floor. After the remarkably busy couple of weeks she had between a new project at work and being the team leader for her MBA capstone project, she did not want to put on a stitch of clothing all weekend. She had to dress up all week, and lead meeting after meeting had her itching to be free. So hectic had the start of the fall semester been that she had not had time to get out to the nude recreation center, VMV, the last weekend. She had put extra work into ensuring that nothing from either of those two arenas should infringe upon that desire to spend the weekend clothing free. Her first date with Derek might, but she was confident that the fellow nudist would not complain about having to hang out with her minus the clothing.
Samantha scooped her clothes off the floor and threw them in the closet. She did a quick scan of her bedroom to ensure that it was still as clean as she remembered leaving it this morning. Excitement and a little nervous energy before she went to work had helped her put everything back in its place; she had even made the bed. It almost certainly would not stay that way; her self-imposed six-month-long dry spell was all but guaranteed to end this evening.
She grinned to herself, remembering the first time she saw Derek, probably not a story she would ever share with anyone, save her two roommates. A couple of months ago, while Samantha watched her aunt's house, she watched Derek walk out of his house. It was late at night, and he was not wearing any clothes. She watched as Derek traversed his backyard and masturbated while she got herself off. Still, she was not sure if it had been her already peaked arousal, four months without sexual contact, or the fact that he was, physically, just her type. By the time he had finished himself in the pool, Samantha had several intense orgasms. That night would have only been a weird evening, had it not been two chance encounters in which she discovered that he was a funny, smart, ambitious gentleman that just happened to like to be naked.
Since the fateful day that Samantha ran into Derek at Verdant Mountain Vistas, VMV, a nude recreation center, the two had been in daily contact. Samantha had been the first to reach out and communicate, excited to get a chance to use the watercraft at VMV. After she texted a thank you to Derek the Sunday evening after using the paddleboards, they had fallen into a natural conversation with one another.
They had spent the month getting to know each other, texting almost daily after work. Though the talk had taken a couple of days break after Samantha had admitted, she had watched him masturbate was not the first time. It was kind of odd that the conversation had continued that evening but fell off the next day. He had responded to her texts the following day, but only with seemingly terse replies. When the conversation returned to normal, Derek said that the quick responses had been due to traveling and sharing a hotel room with his roommate Steve. It still felt to her that he was embarrassed about being seen.
In addition to conversing via text message, they had met up most weekends, at least to run together or enjoy the watercraft on the lake. At least once a weekend, they initiated a new physical challenge; Samantha had managed to take several wins. Payment for those contests came in the form of dares during the upcoming weekend. A smile lifted her face when she realized that one of her three dares would go to ensuring that Derek was nude all weekend. Whatever he came up with for his single win probably would be nothing.
She had, of course, signed up for a membership. Samantha would not have even needed Derek's watercraft pass, as membership came with one, but she felt the need to hold him to the agreed price. That and it was another excuse to spend time with him. The pair had not touched one another or masturbated together since the first. Both felt like it would be too tempting not to break the barrier and have sex in the woods.
Walking over to the dresser, Samantha took a moment to check herself out in the mirror. Weekends outside in the sun, without clothing, had started to fade her prominent tan lines. She was not a fan of the pressure marks from her bra and panties, but they would have ample time to fade before Derek was due to arrive. She stood tall and took inventory of her recent physical progress. At six feet in height, she was tall for a woman.
Her tall, toned body had not suffered, physically, from the recent increase in stress. Her method of dealing with it had her hitting the gym more than expected. Samantha traced a finger down between her small but perky breasts, feeling the line between her abs. Abdominal muscles that she could now see when she tensed her core muscles. Down her finger continued over the pressure marks caused by her panties at her waist. Her somewhat recently waxed mound was perfectly smooth under her fingertips. A shiver of pleasure pulsed through her body as she passed over her clit, already on edge with anticipation. She glanced over her legs, tanned and smooth with some definition to them as she moved.
Samantha could have quickly closed her door and masturbated to an orgasm or two, but she needed to hurry if she wanted to get a workout and shower in before Derek arrived. She quickly grabbed a pair of athletic socks and tied on her bright pink running shoes. Her strawberry blonde hair was affixed in a ponytail, and her yoga mat was extracted from the closet. She could easily have shifted things around in her room and had enough space for yoga, but she would have to move furniture around. The TV in the living room was better, and she would need to go out there to run anyway.
Alison and Sara should not be home until late that evening. The high school where Alison was the vice-principal had its season-opening football game this evening, and they planned on hanging out with Sara's teaching and coaching friends at Lou's after the game. Sara usually drove when they planned to go out that evening, so they only had one car to get in the morning if the celebrations were too inebriating. Cross country had also started this week, and Sara was an assistant coach for that before the basketball season. The suburb where Alison and Sara had built their home was only five miles outside of town; however, the drive was usually not worth it with rush hour traffic.
Not that the girls coming home would be any problem at all. Samantha lived clothing-free at home most of the time. Some of the Yoga poses were a little more revealing than she cared to be. She had a Yoga class most evenings after work, but by the time that would start at six, it would be a little too close to the proposed date time to ensure she had the time to get ready. On the weekends, she did yoga at VMV, but it was too much of a drive on weeknights, especially with her Of course, she did not have to waste any time picking out an outfit, but she did still want to do her hair and make-up.
Samantha was about halfway through her online yoga session when she heard the garage door open. She did not make any effort to conceal her nudity or pause her exercise; the girls were used to her lifestyle. Her eyes were focused on the instructor on the television holding her warrior two pose when Sara bounded into the living room from the garage.
"Hey Girl, haven't seen much of you this week." Sara paused at the half-wall that separated the living room from the entryway to the garage. "Certainly not this much of you. Looking tight, girl!"
"Been a busy week. I don't think I have done more than come home and crash all week." Samantha replied, grabbing her phone to pause her workout. All week she had class after a full day of work; by the time she got home, Alison and Sara were usually asleep. Alison was a morning person and being the youngest assistant principal at her high school, eager to get into work and out effort the rest of the facility. On the other hand, Sara had a zero hour weight training program for the varsity basketball team to coach. By the time that Samantha got up and ready in the morning, they were already at work.
"Yeah, and we are already in bed when you get home. How's work been this week?" Sara leaned her elbows on the half wall, dressed casually in her standard coaching attire. Her short height often led people to under-estimate her prowess as a basketball player. It never took too long to figure out that she was a font of energy that rarely wore down. This energy led to her relentless play on the court. That ability on the court had paid her way through college. With her fiancée, it took the team to the national quarterfinals her junior and senior season. It was also how she coached her team, leading her to head the varsity squad in just two seasons.
"Busy, hope it slows down a little after the semester gets into full swing. If it doesn't, it is going to be a long semester." Samantha replied, casually talking to her fully clothed roommate. This situation had been a common occurrence since they were sophomores in college.
"At least it is the last semester," Sara replied, now walking backward toward the kitchen while she continued the conversation.
"Yeah, how's the semester going for you?" Samantha's eyes followed Sara into the kitchen that abutted the living room via the half wall that framed two of the space's sides.
"You know the usual; I have more girls that slacked off on their weight training or cardio during the summer. We should still have the time to get them into game shape before the season starts. I had just hoped a couple of them would step up and take the lead for the seniors we lost last season." Sara talked as fast as she moved across the kitchen. Grabbing a protein shake from the fridge, she only paused as she downed the beverage.
"I'll bet this time next year she will be lamenting the loss of this round of seniors too." Alison emerged from the garage. In many ways, Alison was physically the opposite of Sara, tall and broader than her fiancée. Alison stood a couple inches taller than even Samantha, making her a full foot taller than Sara, her fair skin contrasted well against Sara's darker hue. Light blonde hair and dark blue eyes accented her face, while her more formal business attire made her look more mature than Sara. "You look comfortable. I know we didn't think we would be home until late, but Sara forgot her outfit for tonight."
"My attire is not quite appropriate for grabbing dinner with the faculty before the game." Sara rolled her eyes after she downed the beverage.
"I have got to show off my new trophy fiancée," Alison responded with a wink toward her. "If we don't get moving, we won't get back to the city in time for the reservation."
"Okay, okay, I'll go grab my outfit." Sara tossed the empty shake bottle into the sink as she bounced out of the room, down the hall to their bedroom.
"You ready for your date?" Alison turned toward Samantha, setting her purse on the half wall.
"I am, already got my outfit on, just trying to get my exercise in before he gets here."
"Dating a fellow nudist does seem to simplify outfits. Don't let Sara know, but I took like two hours to decide what to wear on our first date." Alison said, peeking down the hallway toward their bedroom.
"Didn't you two shoot hoops and hang out in the student union on your first date?" Samantha's face was graced by a quizzical expression, knowing full well what their first date entailed.
