Ok so here's the thing - I just hate wearing clothes!
I overheat easily, I hate the feeling of cloth against my skin, and I hate how sweaty my balls get wearing both underwear AND trousers. So yeah, I'll be honest with you, I'm a full-on nudist and proud. As soon as I get home from work, I rip off my tie, shirt and trousers, and spend the rest of the evening naked. And then I'll go to bed naked. I don't get dressed until the following morning when I have to leave for work.
And are there problems with spending all my time at home naked? Do I have to shut all the blinds so my neighbours don't see me? Well this is the thing - I don't bother. And I actually quite like the idea of Mrs Jones next door catching a glimpse. You see, hating clothes isn't the only reason I'm a nudist; I'm also an unashamed exhibitionist. I get off on the thought of other people getting off from seeing my body. I also LOVE the idea that someone can see me and disapprove of it! I've been to nude beaches and streaked a couple of times at uni parties. But I was always looking for new ways to satisfy my exhibitionist urge. If you know of any please let me know!
So you can picture me - 5'10" dark haired guy, slightly muscular build, shaven 7" cock, buns of steel. Naked 16 hours a day Monday to Friday and bollock naked all weekend.
Sooooo- I meet this gorgeous blonde on Tinder. We go for a drink and we hit it off straight away. A few days later we enjoyed an evening of enthusiastic, fresh, uninhibited sex. Rachel was amazing in bed! We continued seeing each other - the theatre, coffee, romantic walks along the beach - all that stuff, until we decided to call each other boyfriend and girlfriend.
Fast forward to three months later. I groggily wake up - naked of course - in Rachel's bed. Oh wait I didn't get to tell you how I introduced my new girlfriend to my very naked habits ... Was it a difficult subject to broach? No, not really. After the initial shedding of clothes before our first night of sex, it was a while until I put them back on again.
After a few occasions she noticed and said "Do you hate clothes or something?"
I replied, "YES! I barely wear clothes unless the law or social convention compels me to."
After a while my habits had rubbed off a bit on Rachel, she started shedding her own clothes to chill out in her room. So yeah, she was definitely cool with it.
Anyway I wake up and find Rachel slowly coming to her senses beside me too.
"Let's make some coffee."
I couldn't help but agree. Rolling out of bed Rachel draped a short ,black, silk robe over her bra and knickers, and tidily tied it around her waist. Starting towards the door in nothing but my birthday suit Rachel stopped me.
"You'd better put something on, Beth might be around."
I'd yet to meet Beth, Rachel's sole housemate. I picked up the pair of black Calvin Klein briefs I'd worn the night before, and wriggled into them.
Rachel laughed "better than nothing I suppose!"
Stepping into the kitchen, my eyes met the figure of a petite, curvy brunette.
Rachel greeted her warmly, "Hey girl, how's it going? This is Matt."
She stepped forward and shook my hand.
"You never said he was such a fitty, Rach!" declared Beth, as she scanned my body, taking in my pecs, abs and package.
"You can come back any time" she giggled, glancing in my direction.
"Hands off girl, he's mine. He's a bit of a show off - you can look; just don't touch," Rachel smirked.
"Anyway I'm off for a run, nice to meet you," said Beth as she turned to leave.
Beth was in tight yoga pants, trainers and vest. As Rachel fired up the coffee grinder, I got the opportunity to admire Beth's yoga-panted arse as she sashayed out of the kitchen.
A couple of weeks later, Rachel and I were spending a relaxing afternoon lazing around and watching Netflix.
"I'd love some Oreos right now, I'm too lazy to get up though."
Rachel fluttered her eyelashes. Feeling a bit restless anyway, I jumped up and made for the door to the hallway.
"Here!" yelled Rachel throwing her short black robe at me, "I heard Beth downstairs earlier."
Tying up the robe it barely covered my balls! I felt the bottom quarter of my arse cheeks enjoying the fresh air, unhindered by the robe. Anyway, as you know I don't care! Stepping out into the hallway, I was met with Beth in only a towel, coming from the bathroom.
"Hi Beth," I said as nonchalantly as I could pretend.
"Hey!" she said by way of acknowledgement but then, as a teasing afterthought, yelled, "Nice arse!" and returned to her bedroom giggling.
Ok, so Beth had had a pretty good look at the goods by now. So let's fast forward to the next Monday. I'd stayed over at Rachel's, and had brought over my work clothes so I could change and go straight to work from her house. Of course, I needed to shower. So obviously I used the shared bathroom in the house. So jumping into the shower I twisted the taps to a decent temperature and soaped myself up with all the girly mango and charcoal shower products Rachel used. Felt amazingly cute smelling so great haha. So I'm lathering up my hair with some kind of flowery girly shampoo when someone starts banging the door down.
"Sorry, are you almost done in there?" Beth cried.
"Sorry Beth, still have to do my hair."
So at this point maybe I should describe the shower stall. It's a stand-up glass shower stall. Not frosted glass - completely clear glass - the entire length. Now ok, with a bit of steam you won't see much but you will see a pretty good outline of EVERYTHING. And oh, by the way, you can see out perfectly.
"I need a piss before the bus comes! Let me in, I won't look, promise!" Beth squealed, sounding a bit desperate.
Well all my Christmases had come at once. Leaning out of the shower stall, I undid the lock to the door. Still hanging out of the shower, Beth burst in.
"Thank GOD! Back in the shower now dirty boy," she winked.
However, I still got to see her undo her trousers, sit her plump arse on the toilet, and begin to pee. She was conspicuously looking at the shower stall as the piss hit the bowl loudly and she gasped in relief.
Standing up and zipping up she said, "Rachel is a lucky girl, I can see how big it is even through the steam!" Then, with a broad grin, she left.
Over the weeks Rachel and I had got into a routine of coming to my place for a couple of nights in the week, and then we'd spend virtually every weekend at her house. This suited us perfectly. Even when Rachel started taking yoga lessons on Saturday mornings, we continued this routine. I would simply sleep in, or work on some of the coursework for my Masters.
Around 3 weeks after the bathroom incident with Beth I woke up to birds chirping, opened my laptop and got to work. The house was completely my own, Rachel had gone to yoga and told me that Beth was away for the weekend. I fancied a coffee, so left for the kitchen, of course in my favoured completely nude state.
As the kettle boiled and clicked, the door burst open. I jumped in surprise.
"Beth! Sorry I thought you weren't here!" I stammered, hastily covering myself up with a saucepan.
She burst out laughing, "The event I was going to got cancelled - don't bother Matt, I've seen it all before!"
She snatched the saucepan out of my hand, and threw in some bacon. She was remarkably good looking considering she'd just got out of bed. She stood there in knickers and a thin white vest, with hard little nipples pointing out.
"He's quite the specimen," she laughed, nodding at my cock, "No wonder you're not shy."
"Well, I only really wear clothes if I have to - I like the freedom".
"Big thing like that can't be caged for too long I suppose," she retorted, trying to suppress a giggle at her own humour.
Pouring my coffee, I bade her goodbye as normally as possible in the circumstances.
"See you later. Don't worry, I won't tell Rachel about your little adventure. And by the way, thanks for the show," was Beth's parting shot.
Back in Rachel's bedroom my heart was pounding. The exhilaration I felt was just amazing. The accidental nature of my exposure made it even better. The gorgeous Beth had stood there admiring every inch of my naked body, loving me showing off my cock, my arse, my chest, my legs. I'd have to do this again, the excitement was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. And Beth seemed to be a good sport.
The next weekend, Rachel set off for yoga, leaving me in bed. I'd heard some early morning stirrings from next door, Beth's room. I just had to feel the excitement of showing off to Beth again. I'd woken up exactly how I was born, without a shed of synthetic or natural fibres clothing me. I left the bed, and without covering up, padded downstairs and into the kitchen. The kitchen tiles were cold against the soles of my feet, but the kitchen was warm enough otherwise. Firing up the stove, the door behind me creaked... Beth stood in the doorway, with a fluffy bathrobe on, lapels pulled slightly aside to show a healthy amount of braless cleavage.
"Being a naughty boy again?"
"Just minding my own business, making breakfast," I smirked.
She put bread in the toaster then sat down at the table, right behind me.
"Do you squat?"
"Yeah, my max is 200kg."
"You can tell. Wish I had a man with big round cheeks like that. Must be great to slap."
"You'd have to ask Rachel about that."
"Maybe I will. She's told me a little bit about the fun you two had; haven't had many details though."
Pop! Golden brown toast was retrieved from the toaster, before Beth returned to her seat. As my sausages sizzled in the pan, I turned around to face her.
"He's a little firm this morning."
"Well, he can get a little happy when he gets to venture out."
