This is the fifth installment in what has become a series. Hopefully, this story can be read enjoyably on its own. However, this story continues the story from in the first four installments. Reading those installments in sequence will provide context and an understanding of who the characters are. Any resemblance in this story to any real person or organization is coincidental and unintentional.
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My granddaughter Gwen's induction into the Skins Society was scheduled for the Saturday after Labor Day, right at the start of her senior year of high school. Gwen had turned 18 over the summer and was, therefore, eligible. Gwen was looking forward to her induction with enthusiasm.
Things had changed in the years since Sara, Cassie, and I had been inducted. Now, prospective members received a printed rules pamphlet in advance of their induction. Gwen was reading the pamphlet the Saturday before her induction as we lay around my backyard pool.
"Mom, Granddad, Sandy," Gwen said, "did you know that the Skins have a whole set of rules on 'sexual conduct?'"
"Oh god, what do those say?" Cassie replied.
"They're pretty good," Gwen answered. "It says, 'Consensual sexual activity between members of the Society is strongly encouraged. All members agree that spouses, partners, and family members who are Society members are free to, and encouraged to, engage in sexual conduct with any other Society member of their choice. Non-consensual harassment of a Society member will be punished. Sexual assault will result in immediate and permanent expulsion from the Society and prosecution.' Just think of the possibilities," Gwen said.
"That does mean mutual consent," Cassie said before she changed the subject.
At Gwen's insistence, Cassie took her out to get a new dress for the induction. They selected a long, tight-fitting maroon dress that was cut low on top and had a slit that ran pretty far up one side. Gwen modeled it for Sandy and me when we were at Cassie's house the Thursday before the induction. The dress went well with Gwen's brown hair and exquisite figure.
"The really great thing about this dress," Cassie explained, "is that Mom can just grab the hem and pull it off over my head. Also, I can't wear a bra with this so that will save time."
"You don't really need panties with that dress either," Sandy commented.
"Oh, I'll wear panties," Gwen replied. "I need something for Granddad to take off."
I felt a little queasy hearing Gwen say that. Sandy grinned at me. Gwen and Cassie were smiling too.
I guess Gwen sensed my discomfort. "You are looking forward to taking my panties off of me in front of a room full of people, aren't you Granddad?" she teased. When I didn't say anything, she continued. "I just hope that I get to return the favor someday and pull your underwear down so people can see that large penis you have, if that's ok with Sandy."
I expected Gwen's mother to intervene and put an end to Gwen's teasing. However, Cassie just smiled. She had loosened up a lot over the summer.
Sandy chuckled and said, "Gwen, I'm ok with you undressing my boyfriend anywhere and anytime you like. I'll bet that he'd enjoy it."
We arrived at the Skins Society facility, behind the township golf course, for the induction at about 6:00 p.m. It was a hot night, but I had a suit on. The induction was a dressy occasion, unlike all other Society events which were nude. Sandy and I had picked Gwen and Cassie up at Cassie's house. Gwen looked stunning in her tight maroon dress. Cassie wore a similar dress in white. The dress was tight enough that I was pretty sure that Cassie wasn't wearing anything underneath. My daughter seemed to have gotten younger looking over the last few weeks. When she stood next to Gwen, they looked more like sisters than mother and daughter.
I'd be remiss if I didn't also comment on what Sandy looked like that evening. In a word: stunning. Sandy wore a short yellow dress that went well with her naturally blonde hair and featured her elegant legs. I was honored to be with three exquisitely beautiful women.
The induction program had changed some in the years since Cassie, my late wife Sara, Sandy, her parents, and I had all gone through it on the same evening. Back then, the induction ceremony had been done as soon as all of the members had arrived. Now, the induction was preceded by a 45 minute cocktail "hour." As we entered the Society's clubhouse, Gwen was handed a white sash and told to put it on. This was intended to alert everyone to the fact that Gwen was one of the people to be inducted that evening. Glancing around the room, I saw the tall, very slender Susannah Roark also wearing a white sash.
Once Gwen put her sash on, she turned to her mother and me. "This tells everyone that they'll be seeing me naked before long. I'm glad they're doing this because it builds some anticipation and excitement, but, honestly, I can't wait until you guys take my clothes off. I'll be back. I'm going to mingle a bit."
Gwen walked off with a bit more sway in her hips than was strictly necessary. Cassie took my hand and squeezed it. "I guess she is her mother's daughter," Cassie said. "I remember how much I was looking forward to having you and Mom undress me in this same room. Of course," Cassie smiled, "I also got to undress you."
Sandy had been standing beside us. "I envy Gwen," Sandy said, "I remember the excitement of anticipating my first time to be nude in front a room full of people. By the time I got up there and Mom and Dad started undressing me, I was so wet I think it was running down my leg."
"What about you, Dad?" Cassie asked. "Did you enjoy being stripped nude in front of these people?"
I remembered the night well. I had stripped Cassie and then Sara nude as we stood on the small platform at one end of the room. Then my nude wife and daughter had stripped me naked. It was still one of the sexiest and most enjoyable experiences of my life. I decided to be honest. "Yes, I thought that it was a great experience," I said in answer to Cassie's question.
Cassie smiled. "I know that Mom loved doing it because she told me. After that, you and Mom never missed any opportunities to show yourselves."
"Neither did you," I reminded Cassie.
Cassie chuckled. "Now we are christening our third generation of exhibitionist," she said.
"Hey! What's wrong with being an exhibitionist?" Sandy asked with a smile.
In unison, my daughter and I answered "nothing at all."