It was Peters birthday today. I looked at his sleeping form on the bed. The parcel containing my clothing was still unopened and my tiny dustcoat lay on top of it. Naturally, now, I was still naked. I loved the feel of being nude, more now than ever. I decided to stay that way while I showered, then made breakfast for both of us.
Sally's advice had worked in every way. I had my beloved Peter back in my life and I had finally conquered my silly fears about exposing my body. Her other, more intimate, change to me had made me far more sensitive in the area of my vulva by removing all of my pubic hair. My vaginal lips were far more aware of the slightest touch. As I stepped under the shower this became even more apparent. I felt far more sexual and sensuous than before. Soaping myself up, I spent more time than usual in this area and marvelled as my lips became swollen with a need for attention. My clitoris became erect and I was soon moaning with desire for an orgasm. What had she done to me?
I had changed my entire outlook on life in less than 24hrs.
I was drying myself when the phone rang and I raced out to answer it, dropping my towel and running.
"Is that you Pam?" A female voice replied to my greeting.
"It worked, Sally!---Peter's still asleep at the moment."
I told her all about our mistake and the steps that had to be taken in order to remedy our error. I told her about the agreement that I had been forced into making with Harry, the photographer.
"He wanted to take nude photos of me." I breathed excitedly. "I had to say yes, to get him to let me in to the new dressing room."
"Oh God! You must be furious with me."
"Not really, darling.-----Peter did ask me to marry him, after all that." I smiled. "It was worth all the trouble." I giggled.
I told her almost everything about our first meeting and his guided tour of the new facilities after the young players had left.
Sally was excited for me and offered to bring my bags over later on.
"Why didn't you call in on the way home?" She asked
"We didn't get home till much later on that evening." I raved. "Thank you for all your help. I'll see you later on, I guess. He loved his present, by the way. Thank you again."
I was thrilled as we terminated the call. I had been speaking to my new sister-in-law to be. I went into the kitchen and opened the frig.
It was full of goodies for the party later on, reminding me that Peter was holding it at his,---- no!--- our place later on. I was so excited that it slipped my mind. I was moving back in.
I turned on the jug and explored my home. Everything was just as I had left it. I had lived with Peter, before we broke up, and I missed the house almost as much as I had missed my beloved. There were still pictures of us around the living room and there was one of myself and Peter standing near the pool outside. I was wearing my favourite blue bikini. It was generously cut, my bikini, but Peter had bought this skimpy 'Wicked Weasel' number that I refused to wear, even in private with just the two of us. This had led to our break up. It was the only item of clothing that I had left behind when I packed my bags.
The sun was shining out by the pool and there were tables set up, in readiness for the party tonight. It was private enough and there were no neighbours that could overlook our private area. Peter always used to sunbathe nude and Sally very rarely wore a swimsuit when she came over to visit. I had always been the odd one out. That would change from now on! I had made up my mind.
Standing by the ranch-slider, my body was bathed in sunlight and it made me aware of my nudity, yet again. My skin was so sensitive now.
My nipples had grown and hardened when I ventured outside. The breeze caressed my naked genitals and I shivered, not with cold or even with fear. I was just more aware of my own sexuality now, a great feeling of liberation and contentment. I left the door open and went back inside to make breakfast for two.
We sat down together, both naked still, for breakfast.
"Did I leave that door open?" Peter pointed.
"No darling, I did. I went outside earlier." I smiled.
"In the nude!" A surprised look. "I still can't believe it."
Peter shook his head when I nodded as I sipped my coffee. "I thought it might have all been a dream. Thank God it wasn't."
We made our plans for the day and Peter had to go over to the grounds to lead the lads in a practice session. The party was set for 7pm that evening.
"I've still got a score to settle with those rude little buggers. Want to come and watch me putting them through their paces?"
"Oh! Sally's coming over with my bags later on."
"Maybe you'd like to stay here and catch up with your tan?"
"Great idea! I come and watch next week, some time, I promise."
We continued to make our plans and went back to the bedroom. Peter dressed, indicating my gift wrapped clothes.
