Bob and his nudist neighbor have a second date
After our nude walk around the neighborhood, I started going nude in my house more. I went to bed naked, woke up and took a shower, then stayed naked while I walked around my kitchen and made breakfast. I kept the blinds open on the window that faced Kathy's house, hoping she would see me. But then I closed them when I saw she had her kids over.
We hadn't talked for a few days while she watched her kids. I also didn't see her sunbathing nude, obviously. I kept thinking about her, her tanned body, juggy breasts, toned and sexy legs. She was more experienced than I was so her inhibition also turned me on. I would've chickened out on our walk if it weren't for her pushing me on. I started to get an erection thinking about her, but I wanted to save my love for her so I tried to distract myself. Putting clothes on seemed to help.
Eventually her dopey looking ex-husband took the kids away. He seemed like one of those tight ass accountant types, most likely a good provider and probably a good father, but not much in terms of fun and excitement, I could only figure that was why they broke up.
Soon enough, I saw Kathy in the yard, naked. My heart started to palpitate, wondering what to do. I didn't have her number, why bother when I lived next door. So maybe, just intrude. I took my clothes off and walked through my backyard, nervous I would get seen by my elderly neighbor on the other side. I walked up to the privacy fence that separated our yards. I stood on my tip toes, and being tall, was just able to look over the fence.
"Hey good looking," I called out.
She was sitting on a folding chair, her front side and bare breasts basking in the sun. She lifted her sunglasses up and looked at me. "Hi, Bob!" She waved enthusiastically. "What are you doing? Come on over."
In order to get to her backyard, I had to walk around the front of our houses, meaning I'd be exposed to the street and the houses in front of me. I never really interacted with them except for a few waves hello, so next time I cut my grass should be more awkward. I walked quickly around the fences and unlatched her gate. I walked into the back.
"Pull up a chair," she said, not minding that I was naked.
I sat down and admired her figure. The sunlight making her tan skin glow, she had her leg up slightly, her head was back, even under her sunglasses I could see her eyes were closed. It was turning me on how relaxed she was. Meanwhile I was twisting my body a little to not expose myself too much. A plane flew overhead, I was actually nervous even though I knew there was no chance they could see us at 30,000 feet. I had a lot to learn about being a nudist. The crazy things we do for love.
We sat mostly in silence, she seemed content with just sunbathing and I didn't want to say anything. After a while she turned over, and I got a look at her amazing tan butt. I decided to follow her suit, and I rolled over as well.
"Feels good, doesn't it," she asked me.
"Yes. That walk we took the other night was exhilarating," I said.
"I Know. My ex wouldn't ever do anything like that."
"I was thinking maybe...we could do it again?"
She agreed, and turned her head away. I was a little confused, was that a yes or was that a 'maybe'? But with her head turned I sharpened my gaze on her body. I felt so indecent staring at the crack of her butt. Were nudists supposed to not look? So many rules I didn't know yet. I snapped out of my trance when she turned her head towards me.
"I think we shouldn't press our luck," she said.
My heart sank. What did that mean? Was this relationship over so soon?
"Why don't you just come over tonight and we can have a drink," she said.
Now I understood. She didn't want to take a nude walk again, pressing our luck would mean eventually someone would call the cops on us or something.
"Sounds great," I said, but I wanted clarification on what that meant. "I'd love to come over...nude?"
"Of course," she giggled.
Whew, that was a relief she said yes. But also a little bit scary. I didn't know if I could restrain myself within the privacy of her home, I didn't want to act like some horny dog the moment I saw her.
"Well I have some things I need to finish up," she said and lifted up in her chair. "Come by around 9?"
"Sounds great," I said. Did I already use that phrase? I was so nervous. I watched her get up and walk towards the house. I had seen her do this a number of times from my peeping window, but now I got to see her up close, walking away from me. Her body and butt gliding across the lawn. As she went through her door she turned back at me and winked.
I rushed home, a car drove by as I was making my way to my own yard, I don't think they spotted me. I was already a nervous wreck.
At 9 o'clock sharp I worked up the courage to walk over to Kathy's house, nude. I didn't want to go half-way on this one, awkwardly taking my clothes off when I got there. I was going au naturale the whole time. It was getting dark so I at least didn't have to worry about too many eyes on me. I waited for a car to drive by then made my way over to her front door. I rang the door bell and waited. And waited, stark naked on her porch. This was like one of those bad dreams.
I tried the handle, it was unlocked. I opened the door, not wanting to barge in but also not wanting to be exposed to my whole neighborhood. "Hello," I called in.
"Hi Bob, come on in, sorry," she said. "I was just getting ready."
She turned the corner, she was naked. Figures, even when a woman has no clothes to put on she still takes a while to get ready. But she had done her hair, I could tell, and put on some makeup and lipstick. I'm glad I remembered to shave my beard at least. And she wasn't completely naked. She was wearing black stiletto high heels. The sight of her completely naked but wearing high heels was the sexiest sight I had ever seen. Talk about an entrance!
"Wow," I said. "You look great"
"Thanks," she said, looking down. "Being nude means not being able to hide your true feelings."
I was confused at first what she meant, then I noticed my penis had grown a little bit, until it was half erect. I must've been blushing because she said not to worry about it. While looking down I also noticed something else. Where she had a neatly trimmed bush, now it was clean shaven. She also had a bracelet on. The shoes and jewelry made her naked body that much more enamoring.
"Would you like a glass of wine?"
"Yes, please," I squeaked out.
She had two wine glasses and a bottle, and poured the glasses before setting the bottle on the table, turning the label towards me intentionally. I picked up the bottle and read the label out loud, "Naked Harvest," I said.
"I spent way too much time trying to find the perfect wine for the occasion," she smiled.
"I appreciate the effort."
There was a silence as we reached for the glasses, cheered each other and took a sip. Under the soft lights of her kitchen I could really marvel at her amazing curves and tan skin.
"I really like your home," I said.
"Thanks, I have a thing for decorating, unfortunately I have some projects that need fixed but I'm not very handy."
"Well I'm pretty handy," I said.
"What do you do anyways, I've been meaning to ask you?"
"I'm retired, I used to be an electrician," I said.
"So, you are handy," she tilted her hips out when she said it, my eyes were drawn to the movement of her body and once again her freshly shaved pelvic region.
"And what do you do?" I asked.
"Retail. It's boring. But sometimes I go into the changing rooms to clean the mirrors. I take all my clothes off while I do it. They have three full length mirrors, so it's kinda fun."
The thought of seeing every angle of her at one time was enticing. "How long have you been a nudist?" I asked.
"Oh, probably all my life, I guess," she said. "Though I started to really get into it more after the divorce."
She turned her head away, I knew she didn't want to talk about that subject. I was worried she'd ask me, how long I was a nudist, so I had to change the subject quick.
"I really do like your shoes," I said.
