Finally, warm weather was returning to the Midwest. While multiple feet of snow had piled up outside, Sarah, Carla, and I had been slogging through another large case. Days of document review in drab rooms in wonderful places like Youngstown and Scranton. Multi-day depositions in Detroit and Pittsburgh. Serendipitously, the case settled just as good weather came to stay.
At the same time, Mala had battled her way through the largest acquisition our office had ever handled. In many ways, Mala had a much worse burden than the rest of us because, while Sarah, Carla, and I shared the litigation work, Mala did the transactional work all by herself. Whole weeks had gone by when Sarah and I had not seen Mala at home.
Suffice to say that the whole firm was ready to relax and enjoy. In a second bit of serendipity, an invitation arrived at the office from Claire and Rick Robertson to a "bottomless cocktail party" at their mansion. Not knowing exactly what a "bottomless cocktail party" was, Mala did some calling around to people who have known the Robertsons longer than we had. The gist was that everyone attends the party in evening attire from the waist up, but is completely nude from the waist down.
Initially, Mala treated the invitation like a duty. Since the Robertsons were important clients, Mala felt obliged to go but had no real enthusiasm for it. Carla, on the other hand, bubbled with enthusiasm.
"Think about it," she said. "You'll be there with your hair done up, make-up, and an elegant top; while your ass, pussy, and legs will be completely bare. Being half-dressed will emphasize your nude bits and make it very erotic."
After thinking about it for a while, Mala warmed to the idea. Since the invitation was addressed to our firm, we finally decided that all four of us would go.
Being bare from the waist down made selecting an appropriate outfit challenging. It wouldn't do to have a shirt-tail hanging down, and we didn't want any part of our lower bodies covered. For me, that meant a tux shirt and bowtie topped with one of those short jackets that you see British army officers wear on some formal occasions. I think it is called a mess jacket, or something. At any rate, all of that would get tucked into a cummerbund. The ladies found elegant and shear tops (bras were off limits) that would be tucked into belts, except in Carla's case. Carla found a way to tie off the bottom of her top with a gold chain around her waist. The chain matched her earrings and bracelet.
We had decided to go to the party together. Sarah and Mala left earlier in the day to have their hair done, and returned in mid-afternoon with Carla. I was told that seeing the final presentations would be more stimulating than watching their assembly, and was directed to let the ladies get ready by themselves. I went off to my study to half dress myself and then watch part of a ballgame. A bit before five, the phone in my study buzzed indicating an internal call. It was Sarah telling me that I was now allowed back into the rest of the house.
As I walked into the kitchen, Sarah, Mala, and Carla were all standing behind the island. Each lady looked stunning, with their hair done up, tasteful make-up, and elegant tops. Then the ladies walked out from behind the island. Carla had been right, it was very erotic. Sarah and Carla had completely shaved. Mala left a thin dark landing strip between her legs. They all looked so wonderful that I felt myself starting to stiffen.
After a few deep breaths, I led the ladies to the car. Although it was a beautiful evening, we each took a light coat in case we had to cover up for some reason.
We were directed to park in Rick and Claire's side yard. I was surprised by the number of cars already there. Since we were on private property, we left the coats in the car and the four of us walked into the house bareassed.
Just inside the door was a slightly heavy lady who appeared to be in her mid-30s. She introduced herself as Pam, Rick and Claire's daughter. She too was nude from the waist down, exposing somewhat thick thighs and a bit of fat above her pubic v. Pam handed me a blue slip of paper with the number 26 on it. She also handed red slips to Mala, Carla, and Sarah. I asked what the paper was for.
Pam responded "Claire will explain it later."
Shrugging, I walked the direction Pam pointed into a very large drawing room. The room was filled with people. The women looked very elegant. Almost all wore jewelry. Some had very elaborate hairdos. Most of the men wore ties. Bowties seemed quite popular. Several, like me, wore waistcoats. However, everyone was totally nude from the waist down. It seemed that everyone had tried to accentuate their partial nudity by how they had dressed from the waist up. The partial dress drew your attention to each person's bare lower body, their dangling penis or exposed cunt lips and their bare asses.
Carla stood beside me. She squeezed my arm, giggled, and said "This is great! I feel so sexy. Everyone is looking at my ass and my cunnie!"
People were looking at Carla. She is a beautiful lady at any time, but she looks best naked. Her long smooth legs drew the eye up to her shaven patch. A hint of a tan line highlighted her pubes and ass. She looked stunning.
Soon, I heard Claire's voice through a PA system (she apparently loves to hear her voice amplified). The guests quieted and, looking through the people, I could see Claire and Rick standing at the front of the room. They, too, were bare from the waist down. It dawned on me that I had never seen Claire or Rick exposed before. Rick looked very much his age. However, Claire's firm thighs and belly looked like a woman much younger than I knew Claire to be. Rick had done well. Then I decided that I should focus on what Claire was saying.
I caught Claire in mid-speech. "Since we are all exposed and available, Rick and I decided that we should have some fun with it. So, by being here tonight, you all consent to be touched anywhere by anyone. Our theme tonight is 'fondle a stranger.' It should be a great way to meet new people by stroking a dick or fingering a clit. Have fun."
I turned to Carla and she grinned at me. Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to face Jessica, looking great with her black hair piled atop her head, a sheer white top over her perfect chest, and a single gold chain.
Jessica smiled. "You're not exactly a stranger, but you seemed a good place to start following Claire's instructions."
With that, Jessica took my dick in her soft left hand and began running her right index finger slowly up the underside of my shaft and head. After a moment, Jessica smiled at me more broadly and spread her legs slightly. Understanding her invitation, I reached forward and began stroking her clit.
As Jessica and I stood there stroking each other, Jessica's boyfriend Keith walked up. Keith is well-endowed. Carla made a circle around Keith's dick with her right index finger and thumb and began sliding it up and down his length.
Finally, I pushed my finger more deeply into Jessica's cunt. Not surprisingly, she was quite moist. I gently slid my finger out, brought it to my mouth, and licked Jessica's wetness off of my finger.
