Every year National Nude Day falls on July 14th. That's a Thursday this year. Last year it was on a Tuesday. I celebrated last year but my celebration was inadvertent. It was accidental. This year my celebration will be by design. My name is Clarissa, I'm just your average looking, thirty-something girl with an overactive imagination and an underactive sex life. I like boys and girls. I'm in a relationship with a wonderful girl named Angela who has helped me a lot. I owe her my sanity and everything else. I'm naked and I've scattered my clothes all over the floor to write this. Somehow it just seemed proper to do it this way!
Angela and I have an open relationship with one rule. If we want to have sex with someone else, male or female, we have to agree beforehand, and we do it together. It's a great rule and it leads to some pretty interesting situations. Remind me to tell you about the twin brothers we met at Whole Foods sometime. We don't seek others too often but when we do we like to get worn out.
Last year on July 14th I didn't even know about National Nude Day. I had never heard of it. Angela had though; and she had booked us a table at restaurant near Union Station that was hosting an event. She knew I would enjoy it and to further heighten my pleasure she didn't tell me that everyone in the restaurant was going to be nude. The way it worked was that if you arrived clothed, you could check your garments at the door, like a coat check arrangement. That way you didn't have to worry about being overdressed for the event but you could put your clothes back on for the journey home at the end of the evening, if you so desired.
It was a wonderful event. The tall, skinny, elderly, maître d was naked, the servers were naked, all the diners were naked, even the bus boys were naked (and one of those kids had quite the cock on him, let me tell you -- he said he was an actor just waiting for a break). There was an orgy room off the back where you could go if you needed to. Angela and I looked in there after dinner but decided to go home and have our own private orgy instead.
But I digress. I was telling you how I inadvertently celebrated the holiday last year. Angela had simply asked me to meet her at the restaurant at 6:30. She said we could have drinks and dinner. I saw it as a date and readily agreed. I took a taxi from my doctor's appointment to the restaurant and I had dressed especially for Angela. I wore clothes that she liked. I had a loose fitting gauzy peasant's blouse with flowers embroidered around the scooping neckline. Lots of skin exposed there. I wore a flowing white cotton skirt with an elastic waist band that hung down just below my knees. I had flat black leather toe post sandals with open backs and carried a small black leather shoulder bag that was big enough for a few bills, a credit card, my house keys, and my driving license but not much else. For Angela's sake I wore nothing underneath. She liked it when I didn't wear underwear and I was planning on flashing my tits at her at least once during dinner, if I thought I could get away with it.
The taxi arrived and I settled my bill with the driver. When I got out of the cab neither of us noticed that the hem of my skirt got caught in the door and when he pulled away; he took my skirt with him. It knocked me down on the asphalt outside the restaurant. I skinned my knee up a little bit, but other than that I was unhurt albeit extremely embarrassed. The valet saw what had happened and ran over to help me up. Embarrassed, I kept my legs bent and pulled my blouse down to cover my ass. The valet, being the gentleman he was decided to help me inside.
