The Audience 4

It was a typical morning, I was up and watering the hanging flowers, nude of course. The morning breeze was so pleasant, and I made a short video for my wife telling her I loved her instead of just texting her a photo.

I was enjoying the birdsongs and the horses whinnying as I enjoyed the morning. Then I heard a lawnmower start and knew that the neighbor was up early. Enjoying the morning breeze, it came to me what had been bugging me last night.

I had been restless and even a bit irritable, which isn't normal for me. To the sound of a distant lawnmower, a fragment of a dream rose to the surface of my consciousness, and I realized that I was missing an audience. Now I don't mean for that exhibitionist part of me, but for the past twenty years I had regularly given speeches and presentations. Yes, modeling for the sip and paint class had been fun and exciting, yet it wasn't the same as baring my soul to an audience and then seeing their reaction. In one I was an object to be painted, and in the other I interacted with the audience and hopefully left them inspired or more knowledgeable.

I finished watering the flowers and went in to start breakfast. The first thing was to start the coffee brewing. Then I made pancakes and fried eggs and served them to my wife in bed.

"Coffee and breakfast, served by my naked man," she commented with a big smile.

As she ate breakfast, I sat on the edge of the bed and caressed the side of her face, then let my fingertips travel down her neck and shoulder until I reached her soft breasts. While I traced patterns on her skin, we talked of the day's agenda.

My wife sopped up the last of her maple syrup with her last forkful of pancake and gave an "mmmm" as she ate it. I licked the drop that had escaped from her breast. Then my phone rang.

I answered the phone with a cheerful hello. The caller introduced themselves as Austin from the speaker's bureau.

"Good morning," Austin started out with. "We received your bio and application, and our team believes that you would be an asset to our speakers bureau."

"That sounds exciting to me," I replied.

Austin continued, "What we would appreciate is for you to come down to our offices and meet with us. We need to get a feeling for you in front of an audience."

"Sounds great, when can we do this," I asked?

"Would Thursday morning work for you?"

With a smile I replied, "Yes, that would be excellent."

"Very good," said Austin. "I'll send you an email to confirm the details and we'll see you on Thursday."

Austin double checked my email address and wished me well before ending the call. I looked at my wife and saw she was excited about the call. She had urged me to explore the speaker's bureau. I kissed her and thanked her for encouraging me to give it a try.

I returned my wife's empty dishes to the kitchen and started cleaning up the kitchen. She followed me in a few minutes and gave me the treat of watching her stroll into the room nude. I love watching her walk, especially nude. Her breasts sway as she walks, as if they are poetry in motion.

Later when I checked my email, there was a message from the speaker's bureau. Attached to the email was a contract and a FAQ sheet. The message asked me to fill out the contract and bring it to the meeting at 9:00 am on Thursday.

I shared this email with my wife and printed out the contract and FAQ. After we had both read the documents, we dressed and went grocery shopping.

Thursday arrived and after I watered the flowers and fixed some cheesy eggs, I dressed in a suit. I kissed my wife goodbye and headed into town. Arriving at the address, I carried in my briefcase and checked in with the receptionist. She offered some coffee and as she brought me a cup, Austin came out to the reception area.

He welcomed me to the speaker's bureau and invited me into his office. He asked me about my speaking experience and asked me to demonstrate my style of communication. When I turned on my speaking voice I had his full attention. Then I started moving and he soon had an idea of my personal style.

I pulled out a copy of each of my books and gave them to Austin. He thanked me and noted down the subject matter of each one in a file. He asked me if there was anything I would prefer or refuse to speak to. I said that I didn't have any taboo's that came to mind.

Austin asked if I had any questions about the contract. I had a couple and he answered them the way I hoped. He said that he'd love to have me on the team and asked me to sign the contract. So, I signed up.

When I got home, the first thing I did was get out of my suit. Then I strolled out to the kitchen in the buff.

"How about a dip in the pool before lunch, sweetheart," I asked?

"Great idea, honey," my wife responded. "George and Linda are coming over for dinner."

Surprised I said, "Okay, what's the occasion?"

"Linda needs some help with a sewing project"

"Then let's get in the pool," I suggested.

"You just want to fool around before George and Linda show up," said my wife with a grin.

"Dang straight," I emphatically said.

I took her hand and guided her to the back door, picking up a pair of towels on the way. My wife removed her sundress and waded into the pool. I followed and the warm water felt so good. I drifted close to my wife.

My fingers on my right hand danced on her right thigh. Fingertips stroked her soft skin and then moved towards her lower lips. Fingers lightly caress the skin around her pussy until she almost purred. Then my fingers touched her between her lips, gently spreading them, my fingers asking for admittance.

My wife moaned as my fingers entered her. I suggested we move to the lounger next to the pool. Without a word, she moved to the steps and climbed out of the pool. I followed and knelt beside her. I resumed touching her and felt her juices lubricating the soft warm flesh I was massaging.

My finger entered her and found her g-spot, which triggered her first orgasm. Alternating between gently rubbing her clit and massaging her g-spot caused her to cum over and over. My fingers waltzed, two-stepped and more in her gushing pussy.

She finally begged me to stop, so I kissed her on both sets of lips. I moved to the other lounger, and we lay in the sun, both of us with satisfied smiles on our faces. I am so grateful that my wife is so orgasmic.

I had just turned over to let the sunshine tan my butt when my phone rang.

"Hello."

"This is Austin from the speaker's bureau. Is this a good time to talk?"

I responded with a, "Yes."

"I've got an opportunity, but it isn't something we normally would do, so I'm calling to see if any of our clients would be interested."

"So, what is this abnormal opportunity," I asked?

"It's a convention of naturists. Now the speaker doesn't need to be nude, but the audience will be." Austin continued, "I haven't answered them, but you're the last of our clients who hasn't said no."

"Hang on please."

I turned to my wife and quickly outlined the opportunity and asked her what she thought. She replied that it was my decision, and she would support whatever I chose to do.

"Austin, I would be happy to share with this naturist group if they want a presentation on one of my topics."

"That's great, I'll give them your topics and if they are interested, they can contact you directly."

Austin said goodbye and hung up. My wife was grinning as I explained I would have to wait to see if any of my topics were a match for the group. She reminded me of the time and that George and Linda had a habit of being early.

We dressed and soon our early bird friends were pulling into the drive. Linda and my wife disappeared into our craft room. George and I watched a movie and then I started the grill for steak. The girls finished their project just as I put the steaks on.

During dinner, we shared the new items of interest in our lives. My wife had to share the news that I was in line for a speaking engagement. When she revealed it was for a naturist group, George gave me a good-natured hard time. Linda just laughed.

"Laugh all you want," I said. "At least I won't have to imagine the audience in their underwear."

With that crack, Linda and George laughed harder.

"I doubt you've ever had to imagine your audience in their underwear," observed Linda.

"True, but there is an advantage as no one will make me dry clean my suit," I retorted.

My wife interjected, "why is dry cleaning your suit a part of this?"

George explained, "Back before you met your husband, we would attend conventions together and Linda made it a habit to wear glitter on her dresses for the big banquet and give him a big hug. That way he would have glitter on his suit while emceeing."

"Thank you for the explanation," replied my wife to George.

I reminded them, "They may not even like my topics, so I'll wait to dry clean my suit."

"After your posing for our sip and paint group, who knows, you might join the group," Linda commented.

"Not on my bucket list," I claimed.

George then shared how he was entered into a cruise sweepstakes and the conversation wandered to different topics for the remainder of the evening. Linda and he headed home after a game of dominos.

A couple days later, I got a phone call. The voice was of an older lady, and she introduced herself as Louise, the president of the local naturist group. She explained that their chapter was hosting the convention and that she had reviewed my topics.

She asked if I was willing to put on a presentation about my book, "Searching for God". The surprise in my voice must have made an impression for she then explained that naturists were a family group, and that public sexuality was against everything they stood for.

I apologized and she replied that education was constant for their group. "People often get the wrong idea of what we do. The only difference between the traditional civic and recreational groups and ours is that we do so without the burden of clothes."

She then explained what they would expect from me at their convention. One hour to an hour and half speech on the topic, then an hour for book signing, followed by a banquet with a few comments by me. I asked if I could bring copies of my other books. Louise said that would be wonderful. She verified my email and then added a request. She said that the group was used to the presenters being clothed and a bit uncomfortable surrounded by naked people. The request was simple, she would be appreciative for me to attend the event and blend in by being nude. She did make it clear that nudity was only a request, not a condition.

I told her that I'd think about it, and I gave her my promise to get back to her in a couple of days. She verified my email, and we ended the call.

I broached the subject to my wife, and she pointed out several pro's and con's. She asked if I wanted to do it. I shared that it was mixed, the thought of being nude in front of strangers who expected it was exciting, while the thought of being "typecast" as a naked speaker was a bit scary. We discussed it for over an hour, before deciding to sleep on it.

The next morning, my wife asked me what I thought after sleeping on it. I said I was inclined to take the challenge. She looked at me and said she was supportive of it as long as it wasn't videoed. Plus, she wasn't sure she could commit to being nude.

I waited until that afternoon when I called Louise back and asked the question about video and photos. She replied that the event was cell phone free, and only the official photographer took pictures and those were with consent only.

When I told her that I was willing to join in fully, her excitement came through her voice. I asked a couple of questions about the event, and she said that they would provide a hotel room for the night so I could be comfortable preparing for the speech. She ended by promising to send detailed information about their convention which was scheduled to start in three weeks.

Over the next three weeks, I did some exercising and tanning trying to spruce up my looks. I re-read my book and created an outline for my speech. I also did some research on updates to some of the questions I had posed in my book.

The day before my speech, I stripped down and inspected myself in the mirror. Long slender legs reached up to my ass that had a little sag in it. I'm a bit hairy and it ranges from dark to white depending upon location. My wife likes my cock, she says the doctor that did my circumcision did a great job. I finished with a bit of touch up personal grooming. Taking a final look at my naked body, I felt the butterflies in my stomach.

It would be a three-hour drive to the convention hotel and my speech was scheduled for 3:00 P.M. so we planned on leaving about nine. My wife and I loaded the car, and we headed out only five-minutes late.

Pulling into the hotel parking lot, I saw it was fairly full. Pulling up to the entrance, my wife and I unloaded the car. The bulk of our load was books as both of us had brought only a small bag. I led the way to the registration desk after parking the car. I checked us in and got directions to the ballrooms where the event was being held.

We followed the directions and saw a number of people wearing robes walking in the same direction. When we arrived at the ballroom, we saw it was surrounded with pipe and drape. There was signage that advertised the convention and stated clearly that only members could enter. We followed a couple through the drapes and watched as they both disrobed and gave their convention number to the person behind the table. He turned to the rack and grabbed the corresponding numbered hanger. The couple hung their robes on the hangers and the man hung them on the rack. The couple said hello to my wife and me before turning towards the door.

An older lady came out the door as the couple went in. She was short and fairly wrinkled with snow white hair. Her breasts sagged and swayed as she stepped into the anteroom.

"I'm Louise," she announced. "You must be our speaker."

I replied, "Yes I am, where would you like me to set up my table?"

"Follow me,"

She led the way into the ballroom and showed me the table and chairs that were assigned to me.

Louise pushed a loose strand of hair from her face as she pointed out the table. "Set up here, and then check in if you haven't already done that."

"We're already checked in," I responded.

"Fantastic," she exclaimed. "Are you still going to join us?"

"Yes, my courage is still holding."

She laughed and commented that if an old lady like her could wander about in the nude, a fine-looking man shouldn't need courage. While she spoke, her hand went from her shoulder, down over her breasts, abdomen and past her hips ending with a flourish, as if to say, "Look at this old lady".

"Point taken," I countered with a smile. "I'll set up my table and then get changed in my room, or more accurately, get out of my clothes. I'll be down for a mic test before two o'clock."

"See you then," Louise promised.

It took about half an hour to set up my display to the satisfaction of my wife and me. Then we left the ballroom and went to our room. She looked at me and said that this was the moment of truth. So, I took my clothes off and commented that at least I wasn't doing a striptease.

My wife suggested that a striptease was a nice thing, in her opinion. But since I was going through with this, she would join me. With her words, she began to take her clothes off. She got our robes out of our duffle bags, and we slipped them on.

As we walked to the elevator, the sensation of being naked under the robe was something new as I knew that anyone seeing us would know that we were going to a naturist convention. The feeling wasn't sexual, but exciting. I could feel the air circulating around my legs as we walked, and the fabric of my robe would rub against my cock.

In the elevator, I gave my wife a kiss and whispered, "I love you so much!"

We held hands as we walked to the ballroom. Entering the drapes, we followed a group of four people to the table. Watching them just simply disrobe without fanfare and enter the ballroom with only their towel helped us follow suit. I handed my robe to the nude lady behind the table and said I was the speaker. She took my robe and then my wife's. She handed us each a towel and reminded us to always sit on it.

We entered the ballroom through the door and saw banquet tables to the right and an open area with some tables and booths set up with displays in front of us, and to the left, a stage and audience seating. Feeling a little self-conscious, as we jiggled in public, we checked our table and then continued on to the stage.

I saw the table covered with electronics and introduced myself to the man sitting there. We did a quick mic check and he showed me the graphic that he had designed as a background for the projector. I liked the design of my book cover and myself, naked, in front of a colorful sunrise, but was somewhat embarrassed by seeing myself ten feet tall on the big screen.

By the time that the seating area was starting to fill up, I was feeling more comfortable. The audience was made up of a wide variety of people. They were skinny to obese bodies in the room, big breasts and tiny boobs, all sizes of cocks, shaved and hairy genitals and all were on display without being the focus. My wife and I became more relaxed as we were greeted by many of the participants.

Soon we took our seats and then Louise took the stage and started the afternoons session. She then proceeded to introduce me for my talk on my book, "Searching for God."

The next hour and fifteen minutes flew by as I quickly went from being extremely aware of being naked to getting caught up by the presentation and the audience's positive response. By the time I got to taking questions, I wasn't even thinking about being nude.

I turned the mic over to Louise and she went through a series of announcements. She ended by encouraging everyone to join me at my table for a book signing. She reminded all of the banquet following the hour-long vender show where my books were available.

The next fifty minutes were busy as I sold out of several books and inscribed each with a personal note. It was a blur of bare chests and breasts as I tried to look each person in the eye. When finally, there was a break, I turned to my wife, got up from the chair and wrapped my arms around her in a loving embrace and kissed her.

"Do I get a hug, too," I heard a familiar voice say.

Turning around, standing there were Linda and George. Without thinking, I stepped around the table and opened my arms. Linda gave me a hug and wiggled her body against me. Then she stepped back and George started laughing. That gave me pause, and then a suspicion arose, and I glanced down at myself. I smiled when I saw some glitter adhering to my skin.

"I couldn't resist continuing my tradition," explained Linda with a sheepish grin. "Even if we had to join you at a naturist conference.

"Thank you," I said. "It's quite the tradition, especially bare ass naked."

My wife interjected, "Tradition or not, we've got a banquet in a few minutes."

The rest of the evening went by quickly and we enjoyed the banquet. My remarks were well received, and Louise even commented on the glitter that adorned me.

When the four of us retired to our rooms, I teased George that he wasn't going to get much sleep and he bet that neither would we. No sooner than we closed our door, and my lips found my wife's.

My cock rapidly rose as I held her close, and my wife grasped my swelling cock with her hand. We stumbled to the bed without releasing our embrace. Her hand caressed my balls and erect cock.

"I want you in me," she whispered as my fingers touched her pussy lips.