She Showed Us

The cabin we were headed for was miles into the mountains, right up next to a lake, with plenty of good fishing creeks nearby. We had been there several times before. I enjoyed the fishing, she enjoyed the hiking and just lazing around the cabin or sitting on the front porch reading. This was the first time we had brought anyone else, though. Brian, my college friend, would be in town on some business, and could take a vacation for the week if we wanted to hang out. I knew he liked fishing, so I called up the landlord. The cabin was still available, and I booked it. I was able to take the week off and so was Claire if she finished up a project early. Brian had shown up the night before. Claire and he had hit it off nicely, as I knew they would. My wife was sure she could wrap up her work by 5 pm Friday, so we could get to the cabin in good time Friday afternoon if we picked her up at her office. She packed her suitcase the night before. Everything was falling nicely into place.

Brian and I went the grocery store first, to lay in supplies of food and booze for the week and to pick and some ready-made dinners from the deli for that night. Then we swung across town to where Claire's office was.

"Hi guys!" she said, as we pulled up to the curb. The truck cab had a seat in the back, partly filled with our luggage and food supplies, but with room for her or Brian. She opted for us all riding in the front seat, with her between me and Brian. She was still in her work outfit: jacket, blouse, skirt, sheer stockings, and pumps. She kicked her shoes off as soon as we started. The jacket was next, which she got off with Brian's help.

"Do you guys mind if I take these pantyhose off, too?"

There was no objection from either of us, although I wondered why she even had to ask. She told Brian to look away for a minute. He obediently looked out his window while she, with a lot of wiggling in the tight space between us, got her pantyhose out from under her skirt and off her legs. She tossed them in back, where her suitcase was.

I sort of watched, and didn't see any need for Brian to have looked away. I knew she sometimes wore pantyhose without underwear, but I didn't think she would to work. "You're not wearing underwear? Or did you just not want Brian to see them?"

She stared at me. "What kind of question is that? Yes, I have underwear on. And I doubt that it would shock Brian if he saw them, but I didn't want to be presumptuous."

Brian laughed. "It would have been fine. I wouldn't have perved on you unless they were transparent."

"The real reason," she looked at me, "is that sometimes the panties get tugged down with the pantyhose, and I didn't want to expose myself. But it's good that you're both OK with underwear. That makes it a lot easier to change out of the rest of this outfit, if you can just pull off the road somewhere."

I said, "You mean like getting down to bra and underwear at the side of the car? Yeah, there are plenty of pull offs, and you can hide from the traffic between the open cab doors." Kind of sexy, I thought, and bold, with Brian right there in the cab.

"Or," she looked at me, "why don't I change right here on the seat? We wouldn't have to stop."

"That's really your decision," I said. "It's OK with me."

She looked at Brian. He laughed. "No problem here."

"Good, then," Claire said. She unbuttoned her blouse, then took it off, bumping me so much that I had to ask her to more careful about my arm on the steering wheel, since we were now on the windy road leading up the mountain. The bra was on the small side, but it was fully opaque. It was as decent as a bikini top if you didn't count the hint of nipple bumps, although I realized on second glance that the bumps were getting bigger. She started wiggling out of her skirt next, bumping into my arm at first, but after I reminded her not to, leaning against Brian as she got the skirt fully off. Claire's breasts are not large, and when she's bent over the bra sometimes hangs away, showing the nipples if you're lucky. I wasn't able to watch, though, because I had to focus on the driving, but it was clear from a sideways look at Brian that he wasn't going to miss anything. He was at a much better angle to see down her clothes, anyway. Arching her hips up, she was able to get the skirt down her thighs without -- and I checked -- dragging the panties along with them. The panties were also opaque, but I'm not sure I'd call them decent. They were very brief, and with Claire's flat stomach and the waist band elastic stretched between her hipbones, it seemed possible to be that Brian might be catching a glimpse of hair.

Claire then got herself turned around on the seat, more or less climbing half over Brian as she did so, leaning over the seat back, opening her suitcase. Her rump was in the air, swaying back and worth as I went around curves. Even though she was trying to lean toward Brian, I was getting bumped so much I kept my right hand off the wheel as much as I could.

"Here, hold this a sec." She handed Brian a T-shirt, then went back to the suitcase. "And this," handing him some jeans. We were in a sharp leftward curve when she had gotten the suitcase closed and was twisting back around, leaning precariously Brian's way, so I amused myself by giving the steering wheel a little extra lurch, which sent her toppling into Brian's lap. She yelped, but after a second managed to get upright, more or less sitting on Brian's lap. A little flustered, she scooched herself back toward me and the seat, not without almost falling my way first. Her hand landed in my lap, but she jerked it back, before, I hope, noticing that I was developing an erection.

Then there was more wriggling to get her jeans on, and at one point a giggle as she grabbed her bra and pulled her strap back to her shoulder, but finally she had the jeans fastened and her t-shirt on.

She sat back in the seat and said, "Good. I am now officially on vacation."

Brian said, "Do you know that tomorrow is National Nude Day?" This was out of the blue, but I was in no doubt of the association of ideas that led up to it, and Claire must have surmised it, too.

Claire - "National What?"

"Nation Nude Day. You haven't heard of it? You do something naked that you don't normally do. It's all over the internet."

She jabbed him in the ribs. "All over your internet, maybe. What in the world do you spend your time doing on the internet?"

She had him there, and she knew it. Brian decided it was best not to respond. I stayed quiet , too, although I had heard of Nude Day. Not all over the internet, maybe, but only on some sites I'd rather my wife didn't know I visited.

With both of us quiet, she laughed. "

You're

the one who brought it up. What are you planning on doing?"

"Nothing," he said. "I'm just reporting the fact."

"What do most people do?"

"Whatever they want. Spend all day naked. Garden in the yard naked. Whatever."

"And the ideal would be, like, spending all day in public naked?"

"I suppose so. Is that your plan?"

"Since you're fine with underwear, maybe I'll spend the day in my underwear." It was clear from her tone that she was joking.

"Oh, I'd be fine with nudity, too," Brian was quick to add.

"I'm sure you would be. But I don't want you perving on me."

I played along. "Underwear all day? So you'll be hiking in your underwear?"

"Why not? We hardly ever run into someone in those woods, and I'd be cooler without the clothes. The hiking I could even do naked."

"But be careful about ticks," I said.

"You guys are going to be fishing naked, right? Or are you afraid the fish will bite your dicks off.?"

We all laughed, and the conversation moved on to other things.

The cabin

We got to the cabin in good time. The lake is huge, with a campground at the other end and cabins scattered around it, but our cabin is on an inlet shielded from most of the lake by a peninsula on the other side of the inlet. There is another cabin 50 yards away next door, owned by the same landlord, but it is hidden from ours by a thick pine grove, so that you wouldn't know it was there or how close it was except that we could see each other's docks down on the lake shore. The cabin, as a result, seems very private, although during the day there is lots of sailboat and fishing boat traffic into and out of the inlet and occasional lakeshore hikers and fishers.

The cabin was hot. First thing we did was open all the windows to let air in. There was no AC, but we figured it would soon get down to a tolerable temperature. We carried our luggage down the small hall, which led to two bedrooms and a bathroom to share, and sorted out who would go where. The bedrooms were impossibly small. They seem to have been built for single beds, but the owner had put a queen-sized in each one, leaving almost no floor space. Normally we slept in one of the bedrooms and used the other for our luggage. The main room was where we changed, but with company that wasn't possible. It was manageable, though, although we had to pile one suitcase on top of the other if we wanted to close the door.

Back in the main room, we grabbed some beers and settled down to sort out plans for the next day. My brother Michael was going to drive up early to join us for the fishing. We had several creeks we wanted to try, but we had to be back by 4 so that he could drive back to town in time. Claire would do the things she liked - hiking, fishing, boating on the lake, and a lot of reading. The landlord, when I met him in town, had had only one key for us, but he said Claire could use the spare key he kept at the adjacent cabin. His son was minding that cabin for the month and he'd let the son know where the key was.

Our cabin wasn't cooling down very quickly, and Brian excused himself to go change out of his jeans. After a minute, Claire said she was going to change, too. She came back first, wearing her sundress. She had a smile on her face. She explained to me that she had gone into the bathroom to pee, not realizing Brian had decided to use the bathroom to change in.

Brian reappeared just as she was saying this. She laughed and apologized to him for the intrusion. "But I didn't see anything. I backed out as soon as I realized someone was in there."

"Good thing, too," Brain said. "I didn't have my bathing suit on yet."

"You're going swimming?" she asked Brian. He had come back in a swim suit rather than shorts, and Claire was staring a bit too intently at the suit.

"No. This suit is cooler than my shorts."

Claire herself was in one of her sundresses. This one wasn't my favorite. It had a floral pattern, obscuring the bra and panties that were slightly visible underneath. It's one she wore when we were going to a store or to friends' houses. The ones she wore around the house were unpatterned pastels, with a looser weave that allowed a lot of air through. Unless she knew she was going out to the mailbox or watering the flowers in the front yard, she typically, when it was hot, wore no underwear. Her nipples and crotch hair would often be slightly visible, but flashed occasionally into almost sheer nakedness when the light was at the right angle. She knew this happened sometimes, and knew I loved it, but she had never quite figured out what angles of sunlight caused it to happen, which, she told me, is what kept her out of the front yard. I lied and told her it happened rarely enough that she didn't need to worry about it, but I think she knew I was lying.

But that's all moot. Today she was wearing her bra and panties along with a more opaque sundress, and anyway we were indoors out of the sunshine.

I went next door to retrieve the extra key, and by the time I got back the two were already settled on the shady side of the porch, watching the lake, with beers at their side.

I brought our box suppers out and gave Claire the key I had just borrowed. "There are actually two guys next door, not just the owner's son but also a friend of his, both on summer vacation from college. They promise we won't be aware of them except when they take the boat out in the lake fishing, although it was clear that they spend more time on the lake drinking beer than fishing."

"You should have invited them creek fishing tomorrow," Brian said.

"I did, but they declined. Maybe later in the week. I did invite them over for dinner tomorrow night. We always catch more fish than we need."

Evening

We polished off our dinners, then settled back in the porch chairs, a supply of beer on hand, to watch the sunset. With the sun low in the sky, it was starting to cool off, although we still had plenty of time until twilight - plenty of time, that is, to get pleasantly blitzed. Claire took the dinner boxes to the trash, brought more beer out, and chose to sit in the chaise lounge, which she turned it around so she could face us, setting the back upright and stretching her legs out as if she had an ottoman. We talked about this and that, as the sun got lower and we got drunker. It was nice to see the camaraderie forming between Claire and Brian, which had started last night and continued during the ride up.

When a slight sunset breeze came up, I took off my shirt to catch the breeze. "Good idea," said Brian, and took his off.

"Yes, good idea," Claire echoed, and she stood up, took her sundress off, and settled back in just her bra and panties onto the chaise lounge, sitting there Indian style. She did it without fanfare, as if it were the perfectly normal thing to do. But my dick jolted. There was a hint of a camel toe on her briefs, and her nipples seemed to be growing under her bra.

"Starting your National Nude Day early?" Brian said.

"My hypothetical underwear day?" Claire said. "No. It's just really nice with the breeze on the bare skin."

"You could have taken the dress off much earlier. It's pretty see-thru," Brian said.

I said, "Yes, and normally she wears her sundresses with no underwear."

"Only around the house and in the backyard," she corrected. "In public I wear the underwear."

"Not always true," I said. Your nipples were catching some attention last week at the liquor store."

"Maybe so. For a quick run to the store like that, a bra is too much trouble, and so uncomfortable. But I'd never go there without pulling some panties on."

"If your underwear is so uncomfortable," I suggested, "you might as well take it all off now."

Claire laughed at me. She knew I was joking. "You really want me naked in front of Brian?"

"Yes, please," I said. "That would be much, much better. I don't understand your reluctance. You went topless at that beach without any problem."

"That was the beach," Claire said. "And most of the other women there were topless. If they'd been nude, I would have been nude. And they were strangers at a beach, not a friend as a household guest."

"So you treat strangers better than you treat your friends?" I said.

"If Brian were at the beach with us, and everyone was naked, he would see me naked, too. If a stranger was here visiting us, he wouldn't see me naked."

"I can remember you quite a few times flashed your breasts at friends in our house."

"Yes," she said, "when it's funny." She suddenly picked up the bottom of her bra and pulled up and then back down, showing her breasts almost too quickly for us to realize what she was doing. "But that's nothing like hanging around naked."

"Wait," Brian said. "Can you do that again? I wasn't ready."

"Sorry Brian. You should have been paying attention."

"All joking aside," I said, "why is being naked in front of friends at the beach different from being naked in front of friends in our living room? I'm genuinely curious."

She sighed, as if she'd rather move on to some other topic. "Because when people are naked, sex is in the air. You, for example. I can't go naked for 20 minutes in our house before we're both hopping into bed together. That doesn't happen at the beach. People might fantasize about sex there, but they're not going to be acting on it."

Well, I thought, ask a serious question, you get a serious answer. I took the conversation back to our joking mode. "If you were naked right here right now, sure, I'd soon have you back in the bedroom."

"And that would be downright rude," she said. "Basic etiquette. My mother taught me never to eat food in front of guests without offering to share it. If you wanted to fuck me, you'd have to share me with Brian." She laughed.

"Well, that could be arranged," I said.

She smiled. "Are you one of those husbands who wants to see his wife fuck other men?" she asked.

I paused, mouth open, trying to think of a witty comeback. But I took too long. Brian spoke up before I could.

"Whoa, you guys, not so fast," Brian said. "I think you've had too many beers. In defense of Ken, there's not all that big a difference between flashing your breasts to tease us, like you just did, and tossing off your clothes to tease us. Sure, it's teasing with a sexual edge, but it's still just teasing."

"And you guys want to be teased?"

Brian and I together, more or less in stereo, said, "We want to be teased."

"And," Brian added, "we're all mature enough to know that nudity doesn't automatically lead to sex."

"So, what's it going to be tomorrow?" I asked. "The underwear, like now, or the dress without the underwear?"

"It's going to be whatever I decide. And there's a third option, the dress with the underwear."

"And the fourth option," I added. "Nothing at all."

"I can rule that out," Claire said. "But if you wanted to be teased, which is the best tease, the underwear, or the dress?"

"The best tease," I said, "is no clothes at all."

"That's already been ruled out. Brian?"

"I haven't seen the dress without underwear yet."

"We're talking an imaginary situation, so you're going to have to imagine it."

"I recommend the dress without underwear," I said. "You've already seen everything you're going to see with the underwear. With the dress you see all the parts at least some of the time."

"All the parts? You mean this?" She tugged on her briefs and shifted her legs a little, and a camel toe popped up. "Or these?" She flattened her bra against her chest, making her nipples more prominent. They seemed to be growing as we watched. "There's much more potential for teasing with the underwear still on."

"Which is more comfortable," Brian asked, "bra and panties like you have now, or the dress without underwear?"

"Right now, with this breeze on bare skin, the bra and panties. Usually, though, the dress. These underwear get pretty sticky underneath when it's humid. Especially under the elastic. In fact, if you don't mind..." She leaned forward and undid the bra strap in back. I thought she was going to take it off, and my dick jumped, but she let it stay, hanging loosely in front, still covering her breasts. Definitely a tease. She smiled at us, then looked down and folded the elastic waist band of her panties over, making the already narrow bikini panties still more narrow, even showing a hint of public hair. And her bra, as she fiddled with the panties, hung even more loosely, threatening to slide off her shoulders.

She looked up at us. "So, Brian, which would it be?

"I still can't decide. Tomorrow when we're gone you'd rather not wear the underwear?"

"Tomorrow after you're gone I won't be wearing anything. It gets pretty hot in the cabin when the sun is shining in. The dress is for when I step outside. And for when you guys get back home."

"Without the underwear?" I asked.

"Without while you're gone, with when you get back. Or underwear without dress when you get back."

"No," Brian said. "My choice when you get home is the dress, not the underwear."