This story is the twenty-fourth in a series. This story can, I hope, be read enjoyably by itself. However, the prior installments provide context and character background. All persons, groups, events, and products mentioned in this story are entirely fictitious. Some places are real, but are used here fictitiously. Any similarity to any real person or group is unintended and coincidental. Please do not rely on these stories for any legal advice and, please, do not accept that these stories depict behavior that is actually common in the legal profession.
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After the snowstorm, Natalie and Peter Wurdeman became regular guests at our house. Natalie and Peter also became enthusiastic regulars at our Friday night nude volleyball. The only bad thing about that was that they played on our team. That fact usually denied me the opportunity to watch Judge Wurdeman play. She was, and is, a very beautiful and athletic woman. Her nude body in motion is an inspiring and arousing sight.
The fact that Judge Wurdeman and her husband had wanted to join our NBA (Nude Bar Association) nude volleyball team had been a huge surprise. In early March, Judge Wurdeman had another surprise for us.
Judge Wurdeman was one of two Federal Magistrate Judges in our town. The other was also a woman and, against the odds, was also a very attractive woman. I had handled several cases before Judge Kristen Lowe. She was intelligent, hard-working, thoughtful, and very low key. She also had a quietly forceful personality. I had seen her bring more than one overwrought lawyer into line with a soft, "Counselor, please." Although Judge Lowe was a couple of years younger than me, she was, unfortunately, a widow. Her husband had succumbed to cancer about a year earlier.
The days were getting a bit longer, so it was not entirely dark when we arrived at the gym for volleyball that Friday evening. Erin, Carla, and I were just getting out of Erin's car when Judge Wurdeman's SUV pulled into the parking spot next to us. Natalie Wurdeman shut the SUV's door, walked over, and gave me a hug. Over her shoulder, I saw a figure very tentatively getting out of the passenger side of the SUV. It took me a moment to recognize Kristen Lowe.
Apparently, my face reflected my astonishment. Natalie laughed and said, "Peter is out of town, so I brought a substitute. I decided that Kristen needs to be exposed to some new people. You don't mind exposing yourself to Kristen, do you?"
"No, of course not," I said.
Judge Lowe came over. Her face had a look of profound embarrassment. "Good evening Mr. Stone, "she said. "I don't know what I'm doing here. As I think you know, Judge Wurdeman sometimes won't take 'no' for an answer."
"Now Kristen," Natalie chided, "you promised me that you are going to get naked and have a good time." Judge Lowe blushed.
Carla came up. "Kristen! How good to see you!" Turning to me, Carla said, "Harry, I don't think you know that Judge Lowe is very active in our Women in Law group at the Bar Association." Carla meant the regular Bar Association, not the NBA.
With a smile on her face, Judge Wurdeman interjected, "And she's now about to be inducted into the Nude Bar Association." It looked to me like Judge Lowe was having second thoughts about that idea. However, Natalie put her arm around her judicial colleague and said, "Come on. Let's get inside. I really need to get out of these clothes."
Carla, Erin, and I followed an enthusiastic Judge Wurdeman and a very hesitant Judge Lowe into the gym. Judge Lowe raised an eyebrow when I walked into the same locker room with the women, but she didn't say anything. Natalie, Erin, Carla, and I stripped off quickly.
Judge Lowe just stood there, fully dressed. "I don't think that I can do this," she said. Turning to me, Judge Lowe asked, "Mr. Stone, er, Harry, doesn't it bother you that I'm looking at your penis."
"No," I replied, "it is actually rather gratifying."
"And you are looking, Kristen," Judge Wurdeman added. "Come on, fair's fair. Get those tits and that pussy out so we can take a look."
Carla said, "Kristen, there is actually a body of research showing that, once people overcome the taboo of being nude around others, most people do actually enjoy being seen in the nude. Once you start playing, you'll forget that you don't have any clothes on. When you remember that you're naked, you are going to be amazed at how great it feels."
There were a few people on the other side of the locker room, but we were the only people close to Judge Lowe. To Erin and Carla, I said, "Why don't we step out and give Kristen a little privacy."
Wearing only our shoes, we went out onto the court and began volleying with some other players. I don't know what was said between Judge Wurdeman and Judge Lowe after we left the locker room; but, a few minutes later, a resigned-looking Kristen Lowe came out of the locker room door nude but for her shoes.
Judge Lowe's pale skin contrasted with the dark hair on her head and between her thighs. Kristen Lowe was not a large woman, but her body was very female. She had firm, well-proportioned breasts; nice curves at her hips; and elegant legs. Judge Lowe was an attractive woman clothed. She was a beautiful woman nude. Naturally, since Judge Lowe was new to our group, everyone was checking her out to a greater or lesser extent. Seeing Natalie Wurdeman walking nude just behind Kristen Lowe, I was struck by how unlikely it was to have two such beautiful women both serving as judges in the same town.
After everyone had warmed up some, Coach Swale announced that the first match would be NBA, us, against her team. Once we started playing, the nervous, tentative Kristen Lowe was transformed. Given her low key approach to being a judge, I would never have guessed that she is an intensely competitive person. She's also a damn good volleyball player.
I expected Kay Swale's team to beat us because it was composed of people, like Kay, who had played volleyball on scholarship in college. However, Natalie Wurdeman and Kristen Lowe were phenomenal. Judge Lowe was all over the court digging balls and making sets for Judge Wurdeman to blast back across the net, usually into someone's face. With some help from Erin and Carla, we beat Kay's team fairly handily.
It was a relatively warm evening outside and the gym's heat was still set for dead of winter, so it was quite warm in the gym. We were all sweating profusely at the end of the match. It was actually arousing to see sweat dripping off of Kristen Lowe's small nipples. Our sweat did not deter us from our victory hugs which, after a moment of hesitation, Judge Lowe joined in.
As we were walking off of the court, Kristen Lowe said, "Natalie was right: it is more fun playing naked. Carla was right too: once I started playing I forgot that I don't have any clothes on." We grabbed drinks from a tub that Kay provided and sat on the bleachers to watch the second match.
One of the teams in the second match was composed of girls whom Kay Swale had coached in high school. While all of the girls were a few years removed from high school now, they retained Kay's style of play. They dove for every ball.
Kristen, Natalie, Erin, Carla, Wendy, and I were all sitting together. After the first game of the second match, Kristen said, "I wasn't thinking about it while we were playing, but the people watching sure get to see every bit of you during a game."
Natalie Wurdeman responded, "Is that a problem?"
