Hi, My name's Emily and I want to tell how I came to meet Gina and Martin, and how much my life has changed since then.
I've asked Gina to edit and post my story on her pages at Literotica after she had shown me her own story. This first part is going to closely follow on from some of Gina's writings, primarily the part about how and where we first met, but after that, while some bits will include Gina and Martin, I'll try to reduce duplication as much as possible.
I hope that my efforts at publishing are received as well as Gina's story has been, because I've had such a blast in the last few years, and my now husband Gerry is keen to have me tell my story too.
So, here goes, and I hope I don't bore you too much...
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I am 19 and attending college near home, which is good because I still get to live with my parents, who I found out are way cooler than I'd ever thought them to be.
I do quite a bit of running, entering things like fun-runs and the occasional half marathon here and there, so my body is quite toned. I'm 5' 7" tall, around 81/2 Stone in weight and have very long legs with a weirdly short torso to go with them so my legs look as they go on for miles and make mini-skirts look amazing on me, not that I wear them much any more, or much of anything else come to that!
I've got a nice tight backside, and my vitals are 34(C), 28, 32 and I'm considered rather skinny by today's standards.
I have shoulder length blonde hair on my head and keep the remainder of my body clean shaven - everywhere! (It makes it so much easier for people to see every square inch of me which, usually these days, is available to their gaze; thanks to Gina and Martin!
Anyway, enough 'bout how I look. I want to tell you about the most amazing day of my life up to now, and how I came to find out sooo much more about my parents and how cool they are.
I, and a bunch of my (mostly ex now) friends rocked up at McDonalds just on the outskirts of town for a bite to eat and just to chill after a long day in college. We'd been there for about 20 minutes and would soon be leaving in one of my friends cars to go to our separate homes for the evening...
Judy dug me in the ribs and whispered, "Get a look at that tart over there - she's bollock naked!"
I looked over to the counter and, indeed, there was a woman stood there naked as the day she was born, well, except for shoes that is.
All kinds of thoughts went through my head, good ones, bitchy ones and bad ones - I mean, who the fuck does she think she is wandering around like that?
She seemed to be in a rather warm, shall we say, conversation with one of the staff members, the Manager probably, who I suspect was trying to get her to put some clothes on.
After a few moments discussion with him she turned to us and said "Does anyone feel threatened or intimidated by my being here dressed as I am, and am I really bothering anyone enough for you to throw me out or involve the police or anything?"
Some people answered "No", some didn't respond at all other than to stare, because if they weren't aware of her nudity before that they sure as hell were now!
I called over, "Let her stay you bully, she isn't doing anything is she!" and my friend dug me in the ribs to shut up. Well, our little group didn't generally do anything that drew attention to ourselves so it was embarrassing for them to hear me shout out like that.
"What are you doing - surely you can't think that it's OK to be walking around in public naked like that can you Emm?" asked Jennifer, one of my friends.
"I don't know actually - I do think it's intriguing - I mean; how can she have such confidence to do it?" I replied, not really concentrating on Jennifer or any of the others of my party actually - my whole attention was on this wondrous, courageous, confident woman.
The others were busy calling her a slut, a skank, a betrayer of womanhood one of them said; but despite the disparaging words they were using none of them had the courage to do anything about her or even say anything to her despite the ferocity of their feelings towards what she was doing.
I was just amazed at how calm and confident she was. She didn't seem to have any misgivings about her nudity, no shame, no embarrassment at all, as if it was perfectly right and normal to be naked in such a public place.
On the contrary, she was as comfortable in and about her nudity as I was in my clothes. She made no fuss about anything, she was simply sitting at a table drinking her coffee and talking to someone on her phone as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.
Something awakened in me while I sat and stared at her and wondered about her courage. She seemed so comfortable that suddenly my own clothes became cloying; uncomfortable and heavy. 'Oh if only I had such courage to do as she is doing.' I thought. How relaxed and comfortable she appears to be; how beautiful she looks, and not just pretty as in chintzy pretty, but beautiful as if she had an inner light that glowed through her skin and seemed to illuminate the air around her.
I had never seen such beauty; I had never seen such confidence, such courage, so much contentment within one's own skin.
In short, I was absolutely mesmerised. It was as if she and I were alone in this place, all other beings had disappeared from my conscience at that moment.
Everyone, that is, except the man who had come in shortly after her and taken a seat across the table from her. She obviously knew this man and was in deep conversation with him.
She even took some keys from him and rose, went out to the car park and retrieved a brief-case from a car and brought it back, placing it before him on the table. I'd heard him say something about her not being fast enough and that she'd get a spanking when they got home.
I had to talk to her - I had to find out more - what was it like - how did she find the guts to walk naked in public like this? I had to discover more - but how?
Then, my moment came. She rose and with a grace such as I'd never before encountered, she seemed to glide across the floor; as if she was floating rather than walking; and looked to be headed for the ladies rest-room.
As she passed our table, I put my hand on her arm and asked her if he was really going to spank her, and asked why she put up with being treated like that.
She replied that the Master thing was just a game, and that no he wouldn't be spanking her as it was just a game they played. The nudity, however, she said was all hers and that she loved being naked, then thanked me for my concern and tolerance regarding her state of dress.
"Well, if nothing else, your pussy is enjoying being shown off; you're soaking wet! God! I need to get out more!" I said.
She went off to the toilets and, as if attached to her by a rope, I had to get up and follow her and find out more.
As I walked in after her she seemed to be coming down from an orgasm, she was breathing heavily, was flushed down her chest and arms and her face just glowed like a beacon, while her hands were busy trying to clean herself up from it."
"You look like you're having so much fun doing this but where do you get the courage from - I don't think I could ever do such a thing!" I said to her.
She told me how her strutting around the streets naked had come about, her holidays abroad, about how both her husband and she had enjoyed her exhibitionism in the past and how good it felt just not having to get dressed every morning, and how many people she'd met since she began going around naked - 'Just like I'm now meeting you' she'd said.
I asked her if she'd help me to try being naked too and she said that it wouldn't be right for her to do so. 'It has to be something that you want to do for yourself'.
She did invite me to come sit with them and see what Martin thought as he was so supportive of her doing what she was doing. "OK, but should I strip too before coming over to you, Oh! I don't think I can do that." I said.
She said 'OK' but still invited me over to talk with Martin about it if I wanted to, so I said yes.
She opened the door and we almost bumped into Martin, who had come over to ensure that Gina was OK as she'd been longer than expected I supposed.
Gina assured him, introduced me and we all went to sit back where she had been sitting earlier while Martin went to get us each another coffee.
I looked around now, expecting to see people staring at Gina as I had been, but they weren't - they just seemed to be getting on with what they were doing, all that is except one young lad who was watching her from the door to the kitchen, but he too soon went away. I said this to Gina and she said that in her, very limited admittedly, experience, if you just do what you always do and ignore the fact that you're naked people follow your lead and get on with what they are doing. Also, if you just talk to people openly and honestly about what your doing and why, they usually just accepted her as she is.
All of this was amazing to me, and the longer I was with her the more I wanted to do it; but I couldn't gather the courage to just strip like she was.
Martin came back with the coffees and resumed his previous seat opposite Gina and me.