“It is good that people are starting to come back out to craft shows and events, but it seems like they don’t quite remember what to do. Some just stand there, looking befuddled.” Lynn was a veteran crafter and an avid vendor at many of the craft events in the area. Something that had ground to a halt during the pandemic. “And the show organizers have their struggles, too. Either too many vendors and no people or too many of the same type of vendor and we fight over the customers.” She could easily talk while she sewed and pieced her items together. I just listened. I had trouble walking and chewing gum at the same time.
“Well, that’s what I wanted to talk with you about. At least partly. We always get off on tangents when we talk, but there is a craft show coming up that I think would be fun and a little different.” Our chats usually started off well and with a point, but that was usually lost and devolved into either bad puns or sex chat. Sometimes both. “I even brought along a brochure from a previous event so you could see what it was like. It ought to be quite something in its return.” I dug out the folded pamphlet and handed it to her.
“Hold on, let me finish this one panel. Almost done. There. Another little quilted tree ready to go.” She set down the cloth and needle and grabbed the paper. She read down, opened it and read some more. Just the occasional “Hmmm.” was her only response.
“Well, what do you think? Interested in a booth? I think it would be fun and could be some good money for both of our ‘fun funds.”. That was how we had met, online at a crafting chat room that discussed what to do while shows were shut down. We found a mutual interest in several things ranging from crafts, travel and an occasional dalliance into fun topics like spanking, masturbation, toys and sex in general. She was a large woman, but with a quick wit and an open mind. I waited for her reply.
“Looks fun, but I think I might be more of a customer than a vendor. What could I sell? I doubt that quilted trees and small wall hangings would have much of a market with that crowd.” She continued to look over the list of vendors from the previous event, obviously some had caught her attention. “Interesting assortment. So when are they thinking of having this, um ‘show’?”
I knew I had her attention. Now to ‘close the deal’. “They have a date about two months from now, which should give you plenty of time to make enough product to have a great display. As for having something this crowd would like, I have a few thoughts. A question for you. How big can you make those trees?”
“I can imagine what some of your thoughts might be. As for the trees, I have forms up to 15 inches tall. Anything from 3, 4, 5, 7 10, 12 to 15 inches. I’m a little afraid where this might be heading.” Lynn handed back the pamphlet.
“Oh don’t be afraid, be brave!” I smiled and checked my watch. Actually my fitbit that had just reminded me that I needed to ‘feed’ it steps. “I have to run off, but I’ll be on later tonight and we can chat about this some more. See you then. I got up and showed myself out.
Lynn stayed seated but called after me. “Really. You aren’t going to tell me what your idea is? Talk about leaving me hanging…”. Her voice trailed off as I headed out the door.
What I hadn’t told her was that the craft fair was being held in honor of Nude Day, July 14, so everyone would be naked. Customers, vendors, even security. I figured that piece of information would have prompted an immediate “NO” from her, but I would introduce the idea in stages. Lynn needed to get out more, whether she knew it or not. She was comfortable in her own skin (and she had plenty of it!), but she was a bit shy. Essentially she wanted to explore more, but just hadn’t crossed the threshold. She needed a nudge, and I was providing that. Well, more like a shove. Okay this would be like picking her up and running into the building, but we’d move across the line together.
“Give more thought to that craft show?” I left the chat on her messenger. It didn’t take long for a response.
“You know I did. Those vendors look very interesting. To say the least. Who knew there was a craft fair just for kinky items. Designer dildos, tattoos, piercings, leather goods and my particular favorite… What was that – “Little Bo Peep Show’? Very interesting.” Lynn punctuated the entry with a couple of smiling devil emojis. “But I still don’t know what I or we could make for an entry into that genre. And do the items have to be juried?” Juried meant that the items had to be judged to be of a certain quality by expert craftspeople. A legitimate question.
“Yes, all submissions have to be evaluated. Probably not as strict as some of the shows you have exhibited with, but the item is reviewed. They also want unique items. No need to have ten tattoo artists all vying for the same customer. Variety is key. And I have an idea for something different.” I added my own little devil emoji.
“You going to tell me the idea, or do I come over and extract it from you. And you know I would.” No smiley. That meant Lynn was serious.
“Okay. Simply put, our entries into the Kinky Kraft Show will be Quilted covers for vibrators, novelty holiday penis covers and fleshlight accessory items. And anything else that comes to mind, but those three should be plenty to start with. What do you think?”.
There was a pause, so I got up to get a drink and waited for a reply. Instead of a message, my phone rang. I had her now. A call meant she wanted more ideas. I made the mental analogy that this was a bit like fishing. Give her enough line, then reel her in. “Hello, Lynn. Whatcha wearing?” I was hoping for nothing, but would broach that subject when we had established the sales items.
“Never you mind that. I get the idea for several of those items, the little… excuse me. The big quilted trees would be great novelty penis covers, for sure. The water bottle covers could easily adapt to being dildo bags with a compartment for lube and even extra batteries or a cord.” She talked fast, designing or redesigning items as she talked. “I even have a supply that can be modified slightly to include that. And what doesn’t sell there can go to another show.” She took a breath, finally. “But what the hell is a fleshlight cover?”
I chuckled. Yes, I think I had her. We’d be doing this show! “That’s a male masturbation aid. The production models feature a set of lips or a vagina made from a foam or rubber like substance. But I can show you how we can make our own. Pretty cheap, but just as effective.” I blushed slightly as I thought about the ‘research’ I had done and would undoubtedly continue to do on the subject and the product.
“So we would have something for everyone? Men and women? I like it. I might even have a couple other items to add in. Those autumn leaf coasters I make? Add a string and we have our own Adam and Eve play set.” The wheels were turning. “But tell me more about this fleshlight, I get the idea for the lips – either set, but how do you make that? And how do you use it, and clean it. I have questions!”
“Well, it is fairly simple. My… or rather, the homemade item consists of two sponges, a latex glove, rubber bands and lube. If you want, that can be in a tennis ball tube or one of those potato chip cans or even a hand towel. Cleaning is easy. Pitch the glove. Easy, peasy, right?”. I waited for the response, but could almost hear the gears turning.
“Oh. Okay. I think I have it. I might have a couple options. Can you bring a sample up to show me? You know I am a visual gal. Even YouTube doesn’t always do it. Hey, that’s what we could call it. A “MeTube cover”. What do you think?”.
I liked it. As much for the name as for the fact that she was invested, interested and probably ready to fill out the paperwork. Just one more detail to tell her. “That is good! I will see if there is any name infringement on it, but it should work out. There is one more detail. The date for the event is July 14. That happens to be ‘Nude Day’, and everyone will be in the buff. Au naturale. Now, don’t say ‘No’, hold off until you think it over and I explain some details.” I rushed to get the qualifiers in. I was pretty sure I could convince her.
To my surprise, Lynn replied “I wasn’t going to say ‘No’ out of hand, I will think it over. Everyone is naked? Like a nudist group? Two specific questions. No, make that three. It is legal, right? And it isn’t an orgy, but nudist? And, um, will there be other ‘big girls’ there?” Her voice was quiet, but calm. Wanting to be reassured was how I heard it.
“Yes, yes, and I am sure there will be all body types represented. It isn’t about the nakedness or sex, but about the free nature of things.” I tried to sound like I knew what I was talking about. I did, but I also knew no matter how much I said it was about the freedom, I knew I would see some nice tits and some great asses at the event.
“OK. We can talk more, but bring the sample over. I want to see what we are working with. And one last question. If they are naked, where do they keep their money, charge cards or ID? We aren’t running a charity here.”.
“I imagine a small pouch or bag is allowed. And I will bring a sample over tomorrow. That work for you?”
“Fine. I’ll be here and you can explain a bit more about this Nude Day celebration. We might do some novelties for it as well.” Lynn hung up. We were going to be crafting!
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I gathered the items needed to assemble my little fuck toy and headed to Lynn’s. She greeted me at the door. “Prompt as always. That’s one of your virtues. But right now, I am a bit more interested in some of your vices. I watched a couple videos about the fleshlight and there were even some home made ones. But I guess I am missing something, so I am looking forward to this. And about Nude Day. Couldn’t find much about it, so you will need to fill me in. I made some ice tea, want some while you explain things to me?”
“Love some.” I came in and set my ‘show and tell’ bag of items on the table. Lynn returned with a pitcher and two glasses. She was also completely naked. “Well. I guess you are in the mood to practice. I don’t recall you mentioning a clothing optional afternoon.”
“I didn’t mention it. But yes, I figure if I am going to do this, I better try to get comfortable being with people and being naked. I mean, I am fine around the house by myself without clothes, but with people? Well, honestly, it has been pretty rare, so I’m not sure. Usually it is a short period and for a specific purpose. Like sex. So, if it is for being naked to be free, I guess I need to practice. Are you going to sit there or will you join me? In the tea and in the nakedness?” Lynn poured her tea and moved to her chair and sat down. It afforded me a good look at her front and back. While we had talked a good bit about sex, we had never seen each other naked. I had shown her a dick pic once and she had flashed me her boobs, but nothing like this.
I am rarely at a loss for words, but I found myself without much to say. I watched her for a moment and decided on a course of action. “Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.” I stood and stripped. “I think you have a good idea. Practice this a bit. I don’t know that I will be completely comfortable, but we will be good enough.” I even folded my clothes, something I rarely did on my own. “Okay. So, about Nude Day. The story goes that it started around the turn of this century in New Zealand and has spread to over thirty countries. It started with streaking in front of the Kiwi Prime Minister, but has come to reflect freedom, naturism and positive body image. So it isn’t just for beauties and well hung dudes. It’s for people like us.” I was kind of impressed, I had been sitting in the presence of a naked woman for a few minutes and hadn’t embarrassed myself or started to get hard. “So, that give you an idea about the day?”
“I guess enough to get started. I’ll see what we can do for Nude Day souvenirs.” Lynn leaned back. Clearly she was getting comfortable in her own skin and nothing but her own skin. “Now. About the item in question. Show me what you got.”
I got up from my seat and put the bag on the table. “Okay. Here are all the makings of a good fleshlight. Two sponges. Just like what you would use on dishes, but not the scrubber type. Just sponge. A disposable glove. Rubber bands – about two inches before they stretch. A tube of lube is also good, but I didn’t bring that along. I don’t think we would be including it with the item when we sell it.”. I arrayed the items like I was making a sales pitch, which in essence I was. “Now to assemble. Twist the fingers of the glove a little, Place the glove between the sponges and leave about 2 inches out at what will be the top. Fold the top over the sponges and secure with a rubber band, and voila! A fuck toy!”
Lynn nodded and looked at the device. “I don’t see the resemblance to either set of lips, but I kind of get the idea. Hand it over. Let me take a little closer look.” She reached out for the sponges.
I handed them over and felt just a little twinge as I remembered the last time I had assembled a similar set. It had taken a little viewing of some of my favorite porn to get hard, but the fleshlight had gotten a good workout once I had risen to the occasion. Something about the difference of the sensation when you aren’t using your own hand and not having the feeling from your hand. I decided I had better stop thinking down that route because I felt a few more tingles and noticed that I had begun to grow a little. “That give you a better idea of what it is and how it is used? Think you can make some good covers for it?” I watched as she rolled it over and even placed a finger or two inside the opening.
“Oh, I get it alright. But call me skeptical. If it is so good, why don’t we see more of these? I’m no stranger to some of the porn sites and I had to search for it. In short, how good can it be? Convince me.” Lynn tossed the bundle back to me and sat back in her chair. She ran her hands over her chest and played a little with her nipples, making them stand up a bit. It had a similar effect on me, making my efforts to nor become aroused a little more difficult. “Now I know we can’t convince people with an actual demonstration at the fair, but we aren’t at the fair now. So I am proposing you show me how you use that device. As a Brit friend of mine used to say, ‘Stand and deliver.’ You mentioned lube. I just happen to have some. Want me to go get it?”
Before I could answer, she stood up and started off to fetch the slippery substance. I was standing as well, but my cock seemed a little indifferent. Maybe he was confused. “So am I supposed to get aroused? Or am I supposed to be cool. Like I hang around naked flesh all the time? I’m confused, dude.” And she returned with a partially used tube of jelly.
“Here you go. Anything else you need to get started?” She looked down at my semi erect member. “Um…I put a finger in there. It was pretty snug. I think you will need to be a bit harder than that to get in it. Even with the lube.”
I knew she was right. As I had thought, my cock was confused. It needed a clear signal to go forward. I decided to go for broke. “Well, To be honest, all the talk about ‘naturalism’ and body image and nude is cool has the little fellow all confused. He might need a little ‘encouragement’, if you know what I mean.” I looked at Lynn and noticed a bit of a crooked smile spread across her face.
“I could be cruel and say ‘whatever do you mean?’, but I know what you mean. Here’s my thought. A little oral encouragement and you show me how that works. And then you return the favor. Sound like a plan?” Without waiting for a reply, she dropped to her knees in front of me and took my flaccid but rising cock in her hands.
“A definite plan, Lynn. A few licks and I am pretty positive that he’ll have the right idea.” I watched as she ran her hand around my dick and then moved her mouth to the tip and teased the opening with her tongue. Then she kissed the tip and opened her mouth taking it in. I felt the blood rushing into my shaft getting harder with each heartbeat, and my heart rate was increasing as well. Her cheeks became concave as she sucked while moving back and I could feel her tongue moving around the bottom of the shaft. A delightful slurping sound was made as she let the cock emerge from her mouth. I watched as she went down on it again. Not going down quite as far which meant it had grown. “Ah, that’s a good girl. Giving that dick a good suck. One more and he’ll be ready for the show.”
Lynn bobbed on my member a couple more times and pulled away. “Alright, I think you are prepared. I always wanted to be the ‘fluff girl’ for a porn king. Go for the money shot – I do like a nice cum shot!” She sat back on her haunches and watched as I spread a little of the jelly on the opening of my fuck toy and a drop on the tip of my now erect penis.
“Here we go, Lynn. I think it should fit nicely. Like you said, it’s tight.” I thrust slightly and used my hand to slide the sponge glove onto my cock. It reluctantly entered and then moved quickly all the way in. “One thing I have found, besides the old ‘in ‘n out’, it is nice to twist and give a circular twist to it.”. I did just that, rotating the lubed tube around especially targeting the tip where it was most sensitive. I Lost myself in the sensations the tight sponge and latex combo were providing for me. As I stroked and swirled I felt the familiar urge start to well up in my loins, moving into my balls and finally start to pulse firmly along my shaft. I also became aware of Lynn watching me intently as I rocked back on my heels and exploded a load of hot cum into my latex receptacle. I had pulled it about halfway off so that it mainly held the tip as it pulsed again. I let loose a loud “Ahhh” as part of my release. I squeezed the toy and popped it off my glistening cock and collapsed into the chair. “Well, that was fun. Enjoy the show, Lynn? I appreciate the assistance!”
“I did enjoy the show and glad I could be a part of it. I had forgotten how good it feels to have a cock inflate in my mouth. Might have to do that again sometime. It was especially hot to watch how you pumped cum down the shaft of your dick. It was evident as it filled and spasmed and drained. Quite the show. I’ve felt that before, but never had a chance to watch it in action. Now about returning the favor…” Lynn had raised up and stood a few feet away from me.
“Oh I hadn’t forgotten that. I think the best would be if you could bend over, maybe on the couch or on the bed…” I hadn’t finished the scenario before she interrupted.
“Yeah, about that. I have never done that. No one has ever, well, um… I have never had my pussy eaten.” She seemed a little embarrassed by the admission.
“Well, you have had some poor partners in the past. But I guess the main question is ‘do you want to experience that?’. I know some guys who don’t want a blow job. They are idiots in my estimation, but they don’t want that. If you don’t want to be licked, I am sure I can find a suitable way to return the favor.” I held up a couple of fingers.
“Oh, no, I do want to have that, it was just, well, I thought you should know. It may sound trite, but be gentle. I think the couch will do just fine. Face down, ass up. Assuming the position.” Lynn moved to the couch and did just as she described.
I watched her present her ass to the ceiling. It was large, and there were rolls, but the tender flesh looked inviting and the pink folds between her cheeks looked quite tasty.”I will be gentle and respectful, Lynn. You know I understand what ‘stop’ and ‘no’ mean.” I also knew she enjoyed a bit of a spanking, so I decided that would be incorporated at some point. I moved behind her and reached out to take a handful of each buttock into my hands and squeezed firmly. “Mmmmm – feels like good bread dough. Needs to be kneaded. And maybe smacked a little.”
“Do what you must, kind sir…” Lynn moved into my grasp, seeming to enjoy the contact.
I released one cheek and smacked it with an open palm, providing a loud “whack” and sending a ripple through the fleshy flank. “That should get your attention.” I moved my other hand from the cheek to the middle and covered her swollen folds. “My it is warm here. And wet.” My fingers played against the damp folds, rubbing with increasing intensity. “Mmmm. Feels like it is ready to taste. I think I should go in.” To add emphasis I added another open handed spank, leaving a light red imprint and rippling the flesh once again.
“Oh yes, taste me. Lick me, eat my pussy, I can’t wait…. Ohhhhh….” Lynn wiggled her ass in anticipation.
My hands spread the cheeks apart exposing her sex and my mouth covered her. My tongue moved up and down and into the juicy folds. One hand moved close to enter the opening, sliding in as deep as it could. A small hard button presented itself at the base of the opening and my tongue and fingers immediately began a contest to see who would make it quiver more. Between rolling it between my thumb and forefinger and licking it, it made Lynn moan into the folds of the pillow she was holding. I unrelentingly kept up the assault on her clit while kneading her ass with my other hand. I am sure there were sounds like a dog lapping at a bowl of water and slight grunts of ecstasy from the recipient, but it became a sole focus to bring a climax to this woman in front of me. The tonguing and fingering continued until a rhythmic pulse could be felt as the muscles clenched and released, increasing in speed and a low moan exited her mouth. “OhhhhHHhohHH” It rose and fell as the pulses diminished and continued. Finally Lynn moved or fell forward, laying out fully on the couch.
Neither of us moved for a moment. I savored the sight of her Rubenesque backside before me. I wondered if she were asleep or passed out, but her breathing let me know she was still there, just enjoying the afterglow of a release and being spent.
“Well, I think our first attempt at Nude Day festivities went well.” was her first comment. Followed by a chuckle. “That was powerful. Thank you. I always wondered what the fuss was all about, but if you enjoy my mouth half as much as I enjoyed yours, I totally get it.” She rolled over and sat up. I sat down next to her and leaned over to kiss her.
After a deep long kiss we parted. “Is that me I was tasting on your lips? If so, I taste good. I understand even moore what all the fuss is about.” She smiled a very satisfied smile. “I don’t want to be rude, but I am a bit set in my ways. After a workout like that, I need a nap. A ‘no alarm set’ kind of nap. Mind showing yourself out?”
I got up. “Should I dress first? Or do you think your neighbors would notice a naked man leaving your house?” I feigned moving to the door to gauge her reaction.
“Screw the neighbors. Do what you want. I’m going to nap.” She exited the room for her bed. I chuckled, dressed and left. Smiling all the way.
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About a month passed with our craft preparations, sewing, assembling, and refining our products. All done in the buff. We did talk about our encounter, but did not repeat it. It was almost like we had to “get that out of our system” before we could work together naked. It wasn’t so much a “been there, done her” kind of thing, but it had eased a certain tension that would have been there. As the days wore on and the pile of our dildo covers, ersatz fleshlights and novelty penis covers grew, we were actually more comfortable being nude than we had been.
A nice side effect had been both of us losing a little weight. Not a lot, but some of my looser flesh had tightened up and so had Lynn’s. Probably from just being a little more active, but whatever the cause was, it was a good side effect.
“It’s nearly July” I noted one day. “Have any ideas for the Nude Day souvenir item? I still think a little pouch to carry essentials like a car fob, money, charge card and keys. But maybe with a clever saying or cloth design would be a hit.”
Lynn stopped and considered the idea. “That is a good one, but here’s another. My trees, you know the ones we adapted into penis covers and dildo covers? I have a bunch of smaller ones 3 and 4 and 5 inch tall that could be hats. A pocket on the inside would take no time at all to add and that could be a stash for necessary items. I did one once where it held business cards. Then it ties under the chin. Instead of a star, it could have a little sign on top ‘All Natural. Nude Day 2022’. I’ve got about 50 of those in my inventory, so we just do the little sign. Oh, and instead of ‘penis cover’, I was thinking of calling them ‘codpieces’ to maybe tie in with the Renaissance Faire folks. Just some thoughts.”
“Well, someone has been doing her homework! I feel like a slacker. But that does sound good. And it keeps the hands free for other duties.” I chuckled at the idea of looking over the craft crowd. All of them naked, but little tree hats bobbing around throughout the crowd. “We could even have a set of alternative placards for the trees or ‘make your own’ blanks.”
“Great idea. We’ll have the booth with the most fun of any of them. And don’t feel like you are slacking. You came up with this idea and you will be doing all the heavy lifting. Literally, ALL the lifting.” Lynn looked over with a half smile, half smirk.
“I am pretty sure that is my job description. ‘Strong back, weak mind.’ Right?” I was filling boxes with finished items.
“Add in ‘good butt and wicked tongue’ and you nailed it. Glad we had that fun time before we started all this, I think it made us more productive.”
I turned toward her. “Yeah, I think so, too. Kind of feel more in the spirit of Nude Day. Maybe we could write a new management/leadership book. Using sex to break the tension in the workplace to lead to increased productivity.”
“I think you’re nuts. Get back to work.” Lynn had already returned to fixing a few errant seams and loose pieces on our items.
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Nude Day arrived. We pulled into the parking lot of the venue, each in our full SUV. Although the show didn’t start for another 3 hours, some spots were already filled by customers. One of the organizers came over to check our registration and to show us where to load our items in. He was fully clothed, as were the people in the parking lot. “Morning. Looks like a good show today. Can you believe it? We have folks here early tailgating. I think I have seen it all now. Tailgating at the Kinky Kraft Show. Welcome!” He showed us in and continued. “Your table is over there. Good spot, near the Munch tables and Food area. You can change or disrobe at your booth. Customers have an area at the entrance where we have lockers for their use. That’s how we make the money, No admission charge, but most folks want a place to store their street clothes and we charge a modest fee for that. If you need anything, look for me or any of the other staff. We have these blinky lights taped to our nametags. Kinda makes us stand out. I’m Robert, by the way.” And Robert went off to help the next vendor coming in. From the looks of things it was a leather vendor with quite a display of harnesses, whips and little leather coin purses that would have decimated our little bags. They were tooled with ‘Nude Day 2022’ on them
“I will get our boxes in, you work on setting it up nicely. Sound like a plan? We do seem to have a prime spot, near the food. I wonder if the cooks will be nude? If so, I would hate to be the deep fryer guy. Or the one who cooks the bacon. Ouch!” Lynn was standing behind the table surveying the floor of the center. It was big, they held sporting events, trade shows, even a small convention or similar events. She seemed lost in thought. “Not getting cold feet, are you?”
“No, not cold feet. More like cold titties. They have the AC blowing away. Guess when all the bodies pile in here, it will get warm. I won’t change for a bit.” She started laying out the table cover and some of the signs we had brought. I returned to the cars to get our boxes.
The next few hours were a blur. Moving items around, Making sure we had examples of everything out and backups handy. We hardly had time to notice how full the site had become. We took a short break with about a half hour to go before ‘show time’ and noticed that, like us, most of the vendors still had clothes on. The various stalls and booths ranged from simple, like ours, to some elaborate set ups with pre-built walls and signage. “Wow. It has been a long time since I have been to an event like this. Almost time for them to open the doors. I think we are set. Good spot by the food, we should have lots of traffic.” Lynn surveyed the area, noting the entrance and from where most people would likely come. She adjusted some signs to make sure they would be visible to the approaching throng. “OK. We’re ready! After all that, I’m not cold any more.”
I laughed, but agreed. Product out, signs up, familiar with the layout. We had this all set. Just one more thing to do. “Right. Time to get naked, Lynn. Well almost naked. I have one thought.” I pulled out two of the little tree hats that were going to be our ‘Nude Day ’22’ souvenir items (Only $12.50 each! While they last!) and put one on Lynne and one on my head. “I even personalized them for us.” I pointed to mine and it had ‘Bad Boy’ on the topper. “Yours says ‘Good Girl’ on it. Cute, huh? But I think we are over dressed.” Looking around the other vendors had put their finishing touches on their booths and were starting to disrobe.
Except for a couple of late arriving vendors who seemed shocked that they wouldn’t hold the crowd while they set up their booth; Lynn commented. “Some things never change. There is always a late arriving vendor who has to be the center of attention. Any bets it is a natural foods and vitamin person? They seem to have no concept of time.”
I started undressing and looked over. Sure enough, the booth featured healthy items that were ‘completely natural’. “So how does that qualify as Kinky? Maybe they sell boner pills? Maybe some Spanish Fly? Love you long time Ginseng?”. Oh well, whatever works for them. On with the show.
The doors opened and the noise level grew. Being a little ways in, we didn’t get a crowd right off. But it was heading for us, without a doubt. I watched the crowd mill about, slowly moving our way and it reminded me of s song. “Hey, Lynn. Remember the old Eric Burdon song ‘Spill the Wine’? That’s what this reminds me of. There are short ones, tall ones, fat ones, skinny ones…”
“Yes. Crazy ones? And oh, my… tiny ones, well endowed ones, natural ones, cut ones, And every kind of boob you can imagine! Quite the show. But you know what is so cool? I can look and appreciate it all. It isn’t ‘dirty’ or arousing, but interesting. Here they come, looks like our first customers.”
The first couple of folks were followed by more and more. As I had hoped, the hats on us served as good advertising and we were selling them at a brisk pace. The ‘codpieces’ were popular, but the fleshlight was not flying off the shelf like I had hoped. The sample got picked up and examined, but only a couple were purchased. The crowd calmed down about two hours in and it was a manageable flow. “Lynn, you want to go stroll and check out our competition? Or maybe go browse? Pick out something nice for yourself?” I had seen her looking around at some of the other booths that were nearby and could tell there was a curiosity in there. “I’ll mind the store and do the same later. Promise not to run off with the money.”
“Right, where would you hide it? Not under that hat! But yes, I do want to stroll. I will be back shortly.” She moved out the back of the booth and started down the aisle. It almost seemed like she had a specific place she was heading. Just then a couple of people came up and had a few questions about the items. Back to being the sales clerk. The nude salesclerk. It was fun, and I could use some of my favorite jokes. “We were going to have a nude butcher, but he backed into his grinder and got a little behind in his work.” Good thing I don’t work for tips…oh, wait….
Lynn returned with a package and she put it under the table with her clothes. We got a surge and we didn’t have a chance to talk. When it calmed down, I decided to go walking about and Lynn was good with taking over. I had forgotten about the package. As I walked through the crowd I found several things of interest. One was that people had stayed. There were still a lot of people here, very few had left. Lots of conversations, some were old friends, others you could tell had just met. Another aspect was the respect for personal space. We are allo naked, but there was not the bumping and touching that I had always experienced at events like craft shows or job fairs. And of course the vast diversity of bodies and skins. All sorts of colors. Natural hair, shaved, lasered, trimmed. Good tans, no tans, farmer tans. I had always loved to people watch, but this was a mecca for that. There was every type of penis you could imagine. Well, no erect ones that I saw, and I found myself fascinated by the diversity of breasts. Cup sizes from A minus to H plus. Round nipples, pink ones, brown ones, some small, some the size of a finger tip. Amazing to see.
I turned my viewing to the booths. The tattoo places weren’t really doing much actual tattooing, but were doing a brisk appointment business showing off designs and setting up future ink sessions. Piercing spots were similar in showcasing, but a few folks were having simple things done. from belly buttons to even a set of earrings! The leather booths had so many items, but I found the smell of nicely cured leather to be the most sensual thing present. There were crafted dildoes, exotic wood phalluses polished so smooth they glistened. One thing I didn’t see was the “Little Bo Peep Show” attraction. Guess it didn’t quite fit with the Nude Day theme. Too bad, I liked the clever name.
I ambled back to our booth past the food area. The tables were all filled, and some groups had put up their own signs announcing their particular ‘kink’ or interest. Fa and away the ‘Spankos” table was the most popular with standing room only. Good networking event to say the least!
“Find anything you like?” Lynn greeted me upon returning. “We had more sales while you were off. Been a great day and we still have more time. In fact, the good part of the show is just starting. They are having showcases of some vendors. I think ‘Rope Bunnies’ is the first group up.”
There was a stage area more or less in the center of the hall. It was raised a bit and you could see it from nearly everywhere. There was a steady hum of voices in the hall, but when the public address system crackled to life it quieted down. “Hello, hello? This on? Great. Welcome again to the 2022 Nude Day Kinky Kraft Show. Hope you are having a good time.” An actual cheer went up from the throng. “Great! We have a few demonstrations for you this afternoon. First up is a rope vendor to show you some examples. I would say he is a ‘knotty’ fellow, but that would be corny.” The crowd groaned. “Okay, let me pass this over.” The host for the day gave the microphone to a fellow who owned the rope booth and he proceeded to explain about knots, tying off, how to adjust and many of the nuances of rope bondage.
“Feel the pressure?” Lynn asked. I shot her a quizzical look. “The pressure of the bad puns. Seems you aren’t the only one with a bunch of groaners.”
It was true. There were a lot of examples in the booth names and there were old jokes being told throughout the crowd. Humor seemed to be one of the underlying commonalities with all these naked people. A nice common bond, if you ask me.
More sales, more lookers. As I looked out over the crowd I noticed something. “Hey Lynn. Look out over the crowd. What do you see?”
She got to her toes and looked around. “Umm. I see a lot of skin. There’s some interesting flags. What are you seeing. Help me out.”
“Look at all the hats. Specifically, look at all the little tree hats! Evidence of success.” I noticed one of the hats in particular. It was headed toward out area and had a flashing light on top. It came closer, and I could see it was Robert. “Hello Robert – thanks for supporting us. That light helps us find you in a crowd, for sure.”
“I know, right? In fact that’s why I came over. We want to get more of the hats if you have any for our staff. They will need to be visible when we start closing down. Do you have ten left?” Robert looked over the table. There were still a few of the hats out.
“Pretty sure I have ten.” Lynn turned and opened a box. “Yep. And I will make you a special deal. Ten bucks each. A nice round number.”
“Great. I’ll take that. Always like nice round things.” I could have sworn he winked at Lynn as he gathered up the items. “I will be back with the payment in a few minutes. Don’t leave early.” He went back into the crowd and became a flashing beacon bobbing in the crowd.
“Nice sale!” I said. “And when he returns, maybe you two should exchange numbers? Or spit? I saw that wink.” I thought I saw a bit of a blush appear on her cheeks. The upper ones, at least.
“Hush. Nothing to it. He is just being flirty, hoping for an even deeper discount.” She gave me a look, but refrained for more comment as a small group of men came to the table. “Hello, can we help you?” The men looked a little sheepish and then they looked at me.
I recognized several of them from a group at one of the munch tables. “Lynn, I think I can assist them, cover the table for a bit, I think they have some questions.” The look changed to raised eyebrows.
“Very good. You gents go over and talk with him. I’ll be here if needed. Thanks for coming over.” Lynn moved to a side where she could watch the table and give the group a little room.
“Hello. Now, how can I help? I recall seeing you at one of the tables, is there something specific I can help you with?”
The group was a real mixture of ages, sizes and shapes. There were eight of them, but one man was clearly the spokesperson. “Yes, I think you can. We are part of a group, the ‘Jacks are Better’ and saw a very unique item at your table here. Can you customize them? And maybe a group discount?”
The name didn’t register with me, but I knew the answer to the rest. “Yes and yes to your questions.” Which item and what would you like the customization to be. The discount depends on which item and how many, of course.”
“Of course. The item is that homemade fleshlight thing. It looks positively delightful for our group. We have about fifty members, and some more that float in and out. They would be a great membership gift. Ingenious, I must say.” The spokesman was an easy sell. The name suddenly registered with me. I caught Lynn trying to hold back a laugh in the corner of my eye. She had clearly caught the double entendre of the name right off. Jacks are Better…Jacks as in Jacking off…. Fifty…Yikes!
“We don’t have fifty here with us, and it will take a little while to customize them, but I am sure we can work out the details. Let’s exchange details and we can work out all the arrangements, does that work for you?” I tried to sound relatively professional. But I did want to do a bit of a ‘happy dance’. That was a bigger sale than I had planned.
“Perfect. And perhaps when you deliver them, you can stay for our meeting and possibly even arrange a demonstration. I’m David, by the way.” David wrote down his contact information and I did the same. The other members looked around the table and one or two made separate purchases. A couple more of the Nude Day hats bobbed off into the crowd as they left.
“My, a big sale AND a demonstration. And you already exchanged numbers. I wonder if that was an invitation to share more than just spit.” It was Lynn’s turn to poke fun now.
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I took it in stride. “Just shows how good a salesperson I am. Always leave ’em wanting more. But can you believe it? Fifty units? Makes this quite a day!” Indeed. We had a few items remaining, but a lot fewer boxes were going home than had come out. The best was looking across the crowd and seeing our handiwork adorning the heads of a sea of naked bodies. “I guess we are both pretty good salespeople. Technically you could say we sold clothing items to a bunch of nudists. Look at all those hats. What’s next a refrigerator store in Alaska?”
“Actually I am sure they need refrigerators. It gets too cold to store items in a lot of the areas…” Sometimes Lynn was a bit too literal. “Oh, I get it. Well we are in the home stretch. Only a short while left for this show. And the crowd is still here. One of the best I can recall. Usually there is an exodus where people flood out before closing. Or the vendors start packing up.” As she was saying that I noticed the Natural Foods and Vitamin table clearing out. Looked like most of what had come in was going out.
“Case in point” I pointed discreetly over to the cleared off table.
“Ha! Would have put money on that. I wonder how they got her to be naked? Maybe she missed something in the literature? But yeah, we always said it was Biblical. ‘And the last shall be first.’ Just seems like the last to arrive are the first ones to packup and go.” Lynn’s experience with craft fairs was evident.
The remaining time flew past. A couple more sales, a few more lookers. Robert stopped by with the payment and I gave the pair a bit of distance. It was good to see Lynn interacting with another naked man. I hoped it might develop into something. But no matter what, the day had been a success. Easily a couple thousand in sales.
We packed up and put our clothes back on at the end of the day. “Care for a late dinner, Lynn?” I offered as we finished putting the few remaining items in our vehicles.
“Actually, no. I am beat. I think I will just head home and collapse.” She started to get into her car.
“Hey wait a sec. I forgot to ask what you bought! What was in that bag you brought back?” It had slipped my mind but I wondered what she had purchased.
“Darn. I thought I had gotten away with your birthday present. But if you must know…” She reached into the car and pulled out a leather item, not unlike a riding crop but with a hand shaped piece of leather on the business end. “I thought this might come in handy. Literally and figuratively.”
I couldn’t help but smile at that. “I appreciate the birthday gift, but why don’t you hold on to it. I hate the breaking in of a new item, think you can handle that? Besides. Got a better present than that today.”
“Oh I think I can take care of breaking it in. And what might that present be? Some new jack off buddies?”
“There is that, but I was thinking what we both got out of Nude Day ’22. We made some money, but we both got comfortable in our own skins.”
Lynn looked pensive. and got into her car. She lowered the window as she started the car. “You know, you are right. Two months ago if you had said we would be standing around naked all day with a bunch of naked people selling kinky items, I would have taken you right to rehab. But here we are. Or rather, here we were. But right now, my skin wants to get home, get rinsed off and shut down. Talk to you tomorrow.” She raised the window and was off.
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Can’t wait for Nude Day ’23. But it will have a ways to go to top ’22.