Okay: it was technically Phase 3 of the Intimacy Portion of the Nudity Project. But this is my fifth story that I've shared with you of those crazy, early naked days... those days when nudity in public and at work was downright shocking. I was right there in the middle of it all, from the very beginning...
Anne rushed in, a little late as usual. It was Monday, our first day back to work after our honeymoon at an All Nude Caribbean resort. That whole island country had basically gone nudist in response to America's sudden obsession with all things au natural. We got home late on Saturday night and yes, I was dressed by then and I also wore clothes on Sunday.
Why am I emphasizing the common habit of wearing clothes? Because I was eating my morning bagel and drinking my morning coffee stark naked-- and I was going into work that way. This Monday, my company was experimenting with Phase 3 Nudity: Clothed Females, Naked Males. Why was I going through with this insanity? Because I needed my job and because the prospect of working nude and being teased and groped by women all day was exciting.
Anne was wearing a pretty little sundress that showed off her incredibly long bare legs. She was carrying one of those Certified Nude totes. The logo was a big "C. N" in which the big dot between the letters was the head of a nude female figure, like you see on ladies room doors. Although, this was no stick figure! This caricature of a naked lady had big breasts and was standing with hands on her hips and her legs rudely open.
Anne stared at me and frowned. She looked amazing as usual: short dark brown hair, a cute little pixie face, and a lingerie model's body and legs. I licked my lips as I knew that she had absolutely nothing on under that sundress. She would soon be slipping into flip flops and walking the two blocks north to the closest Certified Nude zone. There, the sundress would come off and go into her tote and her cellphone would come out. She would only enter her Nude Uber if the barcodes matched and the door automatically opened for its next naked passenger.
Anne's company was still in their transition period to all-the-time Full Female Nudity called "Naked Monday." There was actually a TV commercial for it: a harried executive is rushing into his office. His secretary is getting up to hand him a note. "Nothing makes Mondays better" states the voiceover "than remembering it's Naked Monday." The camera cuts to behind her desk to show that this pretty professional is totally bare-ass above her sexy high heels. The harried exec is now grinning from ear to ear.
There's a framed color photo in our hallway that I can see from the table. Supposed to be one of the first Naked Mondays and a lucky photographer was there to capture the ladies as they walked out gloriously nude for the very first time. Seven or eight lovely ladies; most are trying to be brave with big scared wide eyes and plastered-on little smiles. Though, one unabashed hottie spotted the photographer and is starting to lift up her sweet tits for him. Yet another girl has her hands up over her face.
But what gets to me is a guy standing up and applauding to the left. He looks so goddamned happy that I swear he has tears in his eyes. That's the way I feel: we've always loved working with women, but now that they're naked we can show them our love all day and they definitely have all of our undivided attention.
"You're not walking out like that, are you?" Anne was impatiently waiting for the Keurig to fill her travel mug. It was funny: that was a line that wives have used on their husbands ever since Mrs. Lincoln criticized what Old Abe was wearing to the theater that night.
"It's only two short blocks to the Zone. And look at my legs-- long and fast."
Anne shook her head and glanced at her watch. "You could still get in trouble on those two short blocks." She paused. "You're loving this, aren't you. You want somebody to see you naked." She glanced at my lap and she didn't need a lie detector. Silly thing gave us guys away every time.
"Well... I was gonna say 'suit yourself,' but..."
She bent down and kissed me and gave my stubbornly hard member a little love tap.
"I've got to run. Please tell me you at least have shorts and a tee in that bag."
I gave her a thumbs up as she ran out the door, already summoning her Nude Uber.
I followed her out in a few minutes. I slipped into my flip flops at the door, dropped my keys and phone into the handy tote pockets-- and stepped outside my townhouse, naked.
I had of course been nude outside before-- my entire honeymoon, I didn't wear a thing for six nights and seven days. But this was way different: anyone could see me, and this was still technically illegal.
I was breathing hard and my penis was rather reluctantly softening. I could see the Certified Nude zone only three hundred feet ahead. Yes! There was a naked female jogger, wearing nothing but sneakers and socks and an open-shelf jogging bra. She was a real cutie-- probably eighteen or nineteen, a college coed from the university that was only a mile or so farther up the road.
"Well! David! Haven't you umm... forgotten something?!"
I stopped dead and turned. It was my sixty-something neighbor, Mrs. Murray, out walking her pug, Maxwell Smart.
Max was looking at me strangely. Mrs. Murray-- Lorraine explained: "He's not used to seeing you this way; nor am I! Oh my goodness! Who knew what you had packed away under those tight little shorts of yours?!"
I was... what?! Do all women get this way when they have a naked man in their sights? I really think they're worse than us guys!
I stammered and blushed as I tried to explain Phase Three at work; how it was our turn to work naked.
"Makes me wish I was still gainfully employed," she laughed. "Although, with this body, I don't know about me going all bare!"
Lorraine had dyed blonde shoulder length hair that she had let go gray and silver. She still had a pretty, mischievous face. Her body had gotten a bit thick as in many older ladies: her bust waist and hips all seemed to have merged into one unit.
"I really have to run," I said, trying to escape. "I'm really sorry about this..."
"Oh, don't be sorry at all! You just made my day, week, month, year..." Her eyes were twinkling as she thoroughly examined my naked form. She did have a pretty face and her DD+ bust-line was still impressive.
"Just do me a slow turn before you go; let me see the boy."
I couldn't believe it but I sighed and did what I was told. It was gonna be like this all day at work; might as well get used to it!
When I turned back to face her again, my penis took this as an occasion to get happy. I was at half-mast and rising.
"Oh my!" Mrs. Murray was whispering as she looked around, then back at my cock. "Step behind these bushes, you poor man! At least until you get control of yourself!"
I tried to protest but then she put an arm around my waist as her hand dropped to my bare butt and I was practically pushed. Poor Maxwell ended up with his leash all wrapped around a fire hydrant. He let out a puzzled bark: why was his owner taking ME for a walk?
Once behind the bushes, Lorraine made a big show of looking all around. "I heard that if you give it and the boys a squeeze, it goes back down."
I couldn't process what she was trying to say. Then Lorraine's manicured hand was between my legs, cupping my balls and squeezing my cock and my scrotum together.
I gasped.
She was looking right into my eyes. "Just relax while I squeeze these bad boys a little more..."
Wow! At first I was so hard although she really was applying the pressure. I looked more closely at that sweet face, those smiling eyes, then down at her breasts. She would have years of experience under her belt in pleasing men...
I had nowhere else to put my hands, so I placed them lightly on her hips, drawing her closer.
"Naughty boy," she whispered, as she squeezed even harder. We both looked down. There was a big drop of pre-cum oozing out. It seemed to hang suspended, then it fell onto her fingers. I tried to apologize.
"Sshh... sshh..." she cooed. "Not only was that perfectly natural, I am thrilled that that particular drop of your love was for an old lady like me. I am going to happily lick you off my fingers after you're gone."
We looked back into each others eyes. I felt so strangely close to her then-- we had just shared such a moment of sexual intimacy.
She squeezed harder and kept murmuring "Relax, relax, relax. Such a big boy, but now you're safe in my hand."
Then Mrs. Murray, my three doors down sixty-something neighbor, finally and reluctantly let go of my now softened penis.
"See? There you go." She patted my ass."Anytime you need help with things like that, just let me know!" She winked. "Of all the wickedness I could have gotten into with a beautiful naked young man after all these years-- and I go and make him soft!"
I kissed her cheek as I sprinted away from her. She turned quickly and tried to make it lips on lips but I was just too fast.
"Oh my god you even look good leaving!" she called out to my bobbing bare ass.
Holy shit! How could I ever face that woman again? She would occasionally ask me over to help her with something-- what if she now expected me to be her naked handyman?
I sent for my Nude Uber and I was so lucky it was just around the block. I held up my phone as we matched bar codes and the passenger door slid open and I slid in.
The naked driver was looking at me in her mirror. Over 75% of all Nude Uber drivers were female, and all women were required to be as naked as their passengers. They were in what amounted to an ultra-secure, sealed driver's bubble. There were cameras on both of us-- someone was monitoring us live.
My nude driver was a dark-haired petite little number with tiny poky tits-- all I could see from my vantage point.
