This story harkens back to, but is different than, the first series I posted on Literotica. While there may be multiple chapters, unlike the original Legally Nude, this story will not go on interminably. I do apologize that the story takes some time to really get going. There is foundation which I think needs to be laid for the story to make sense.
This story is a work of fiction. Some real places and institutions are mentioned or implied, but they are used fictitiously here. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those places or institutions has done anything akin to what is described in this story. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person are coincidental and unintended. I encourage comments on this story, both favorable and unfavorable. Thank you for reading.
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I had not expected to go to college since my family had damned little money. A partial wrestling scholarship and student loans got me there. I was a decent wrestler, making the conference final at 197 my senior year. I was a better student, which got me admitted to a good law school. Another partial scholarship and more loans let me go. I’d watched my father and mother go to work every morning for years in jeans, boots, and uniform shirts with their names embroidered on them. Mom and Dad never made any money. I figured it had to be better to go to work in a suit.
I did well in law school. My girlfriend, Elena, also did very well. She wanted to work at a big firm on Wall Street in New York. I did not want to move to the East Coast. We agreed to disagree and broke up at graduation.
I went back to my home state. Although I was from the northern part of the state, I took a job with Truboy, Stein & Henner, an old law firm with over 250 lawyers in the major city in the southwestern part of the state. Early on I was assigned to work with a middle-aged partner named Hank Waters. Mr. Waters had a client who was a friend from high school. Matt Daugherty had started as an insurance agent. He did well selling insurance. However, Daugherty had a passion for strip clubs, of which there were then very few in our state. Daugherty married a stripper. Wendy Daugherty was a very sexy woman. She also had a bachelor’s degree in business administration.
Instead of spending all his money in strip clubs, Daugherty bought one. Matt and Wendy made good money from that club and saw our state as an almost virgin market for their form of entertainment. They embarked on a plan to open clubs near every city in the state. That was where I came in. Matt and Wendy were having problems with the zoning authorities in a township north of the city where they wanted to open a club. I was able to persuade those authorities that persisting in their unreasonable application of their rules would result in litigation which they’d lose and, perhaps, open the floodgates to businesses much less desirable than the Daughertys’ strip club. That success put me high in the esteem of the Daughertys and of Mr. Waters. I started getting assignments from Mr. Waters for several of his clients. By the end of my second year at Truboy, most of my billable hours, the measure of a lawyer’s worth to the firm, were for Mr. Waters’ clients.
I thought working for Hank Waters was a good thing. When younger lawyers come up for partnership in a big firm after seven or eight years, they need an established partner advocating for them to be allowed to have a piece of the pie. I thought Hank Waters would eventually be the partner who would do that for me. To help my case, I worked my ass off. I spent most Saturdays, Sundays, and holidays in the office billing hours. I didn’t date. In fact, for a couple of years, the only thing I did besides work was work out. I’d joined a gym that was open 24/7 so I could work out early in the morning and still be in the office by 6:30 a.m.
People have their foibles and those will show up in any large organization. The first mini scandal while I was at Truboy occurred near the end of my first year. Paula Foster was a paralegal at Truboy. I’d worked with her a couple of times. She seemed bright, pleasant, and hardworking. She also had a great body. Apparently needing some extra cash, Paula capitalized on her body by posing nude for an online men’s “magazine.” Everyone at Truboy saw the pictures. None were raunchy, but they did show every inch of Paula. The fact that Paula looked great nude did not appease the men who ran Truboy. Paula was fired.
The next “scandal” hit closer to home. During my second year at Truboy, it became common knowledge that Hank Waters was having an affair with another Truboy partner, Glenda Porter. In-house romances were not unknown at Truboy. However, this one offended some older partners. Hank and Glenda were both married to other people.
I hadn’t worked for Glenda Porter, but everyone at Truboy knew of her. Glenda had something of a national reputation in computer law. She was a physically big woman. I don’t mean fat. She was attractive, but tall, with broad shoulders, big tits, and wide hips. Even at a distance, you noticed the cascade of red hair on her head. You could also hear any time Glenda was in a room. Glenda was loud and opinionated, and her opinions were usually right. None of that endeared Glenda to the older, conservative men who truly ran the firm.
While the affair between Hank and Glenda was tolerated, barely, they both added fuel to what became a fire. Monica Abbott was a friend of Glenda’s, good with computers, and entrepreneurial. With Glenda’s advice, Abbott created a website where people looking for sex with someone other than their spouse could find a willing partner. That wasn’t a new idea, but Abbott provided full service. She rented apartments around the city where her clients could discretely fuck. She kept those apartments clean and well-stocked. Everyone who used her site had to submit recent negative STD tests from a known healthcare provider. If someone was concerned about his or her car being seen, Abbot had cars and drivers to take people to and return them from their trysts. It was a successful business and Abbot paid Truboy large fees.
The Truboy management committee became more upset when Glenda began advising Monica Abbott on another business. Abbot set up a site for people looking for group sex. Again, Abbott provided more than a website. She provided venues and did background and health checks to assure the safety of her clients. There was more demand for this service than you’d expect in the Midwest.
By my third year at Truboy, rumors were rampant that the management committee wanted to “re-establish the moral culture of the firm.” What sparked the fire was the Yvette Cross case. Ms. Cross was in her forties and had been active for several years in local conservative politics. Ms. Cross was also an articulate and physically attractive woman. Supposedly at the urging of some senior Truboy partners, she announced her candidacy to be a county commissioner.
Ms. Cross had a slight problem. In her late teens and early twenties, she had done some nude modeling for a local photographer. Represented by lawyers from another conservative firm in town, she sued the photographer to have the images of her in the nude destroyed. Hank Waters and Glenda Porter, without telling the management committee, represented the photographer. Ms. Cross was an adult at the time she modelled and had signed appropriate releases giving the photographer all rights to the pictures. Ms. Cross’s lawsuit was quickly decided in favor of the photographer two months before the election. Of course, the publicity assured that the twenty-year-old pictures went viral. I thought that might help Ms. Cross, at least with male voters, because she had looked very good in the nude. However, she lost the election.
Non-partner lawyers working for Truboy were reviewed and told their new salary every January. In November of my third year at Truboy, Hank Waters asked me to lunch. “Glenda Porter will be meeting with us,” Hank said. I must have reacted facially because Hank swiftly added, “no, this is a business meeting.” I was surprised that we went to Hank’s car in the garage and drove to a nice restaurant in a far eastern suburb of the city. I was more surprised when we walked into the restaurant, and I saw who was sitting next to Glenda Porter.
Kristen Young was in my associate class at the firm. There were about thirty of us and I hadn’t gotten to know Kristen. Everyone in the office had noticed her though. To say Kristen Young was beautiful was a gross understatement. She had wavy blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, a short, upturned nose, and a wide, sensuous mouth. She moved so gracefully I thought she must have trained as a dancer. While the unofficial uniform for women lawyers seemed designed to conceal their figures, it was obvious that Kristen had a tight, athletic body; an observation confirmed when you saw Kristen in the office on weekends in something other than the uniform. Put bluntly, Kristen Young was a “wow.”
After introductions and ordering iced tea all around, Glenda got down to business. “You probably know that Hank and I have a personal relationship,” she opened. “Hank has gotten his divorce and mine should be final in a few weeks. You have probably also heard that the old boys who run Truboy don’t approve of me, Hank, or our major clients. We’ve been notified that the other partners are going to vote us out of the firm. The partnership agreement lets then do that.”
“That’s no big deal, really” Hank interjected. “Glenda and I together have portable business that generates several million in fees annually. Our partners are cutting off their nose to spite their face.”
“Effective December 15,” Glenda resumed, “Hank and I are starting our own firm: Sullivan & Waters. Sullivan is my maiden name. It will be a different firm. In addition to the clients you may know about like Matt Daugherty and Monica Abbott, we have other clients who are, shall we say ‘untraditional.’ For example, I represent Hendrick Trevor and his partner Julia Wright. Hendrick is a software genius and Julia is a very astute businessperson. They are also nudists. It is people like them who we will represent and who we will seek as new clients. Additionally, we intend to work in a more relaxed manner which, we think, will enhance productivity. We want to keep making money, but there’s more to life than billing hours.”
“You are probably thinking,” Hank said, “that’s all very nice, I wish them well, but if the point is to get me to leave a well-established old firm for a start-up, no thanks.” That was what I was thinking. “Offering the two of you positions with Sullivan & Waters is the purpose of this meeting,” Hank said, “but I ask that you hear us out.”
We were interrupted to order our lunches. When the server left, Glenda spoke again. “I’ve worked closely with Kristen over the last three years. In fact, 77% of her billable hours have been on my matters. I know Kristen is an exceptionally talented young lawyer, a good person, and I trust her completely. I haven’t worked with you Peter, but Hank has. Over the last two years, 75% of your time has been on Hank’s matters. Hank tells me you are an extraordinarily talented lawyer and a good person. I trust Hank’s judgment entirely. So, there are compelling reasons for us to want you in our firm.”
“You may not know,” Hank said, “but there are also compelling reasons for you to join us. First, we know what you both make at Truboy. We’re offering $ 5,000 a year more with all the benefits you get at Truboy. I expect you’re thinking that salaries haven’t been set for next year so you don’t know whether our offer is better than what you will get from Truboy. We know it is. This gets to the most compelling reason you should join us. Some of our partners are not nice people. They not only want us gone, they also want anyone associated with us gone. My secretary has already been told to look for work somewhere else.”
“What Hank is trying to say,” Glenda interrupted, “is that the management committee has ordered that neither of you are getting a raise next year. You will both be given bad performance reviews and told that you have no future at Truboy. The bad reviews are false, but you’re going to get them.”
Kristen appeared ill. I wasn’t feeling too great either. I couldn’t believe that all the effort I’d put in to succeed at the firm, the sacrifice, had been wasted. Surely, Porter and Waters were overstating the situation to get Kristen and me to join them. However, a nagging voice in my mind was saying “this shit happens in big law firms.”
I didn’t touch my sandwich when it came. Kristen prodded her salad with her fork, but I don’t think she ate anything either. Glenda and Hank ate silently for a few moments. Finally, Hank said, “I can see this has hit both of you. I understand that. Understand that none of this is your fault. You are victims of guilt by association.”
“Our partners suck,” Glenda said. “I didn’t realize how much they suck until recently.”
“Take a little time,” Hank said. “Talk to whomever you need to talk to. Think about it. Let us know by a week from Friday if you are coming with us.”
Once I was back at the Truboy office, I made a went straight to Jason Dowd. Jason was a younger partner on the associate review committee. Jason and I had become friends to an extent because he had also wrestled in college. Without identifying the source, I told Jason what I had been told. He sat silently behind his desk for a moment. He looked down, then looked up at the ceiling. Finally, he said, “I’m not supposed to tell you but, since you already know, what you’ve heard is true, both for you and Ms. Young.”
After that confirmation, I went out and walked the downtown streets for an hour or so. I got angry. Fuck them for treating me this way! I worked too hard! I’ll get back at them! After a few more minutes, I realized that the last thing I should do is lash out or give Truboy anything real they could use to justify treating me this way. But I was so pissed-off, I couldn’t go back to the office. I walked to my car and drove back to my apartment.
I’d been home long enough to start my second beer, when my cell phone rang. Shit. The cell phone meant it was probably a work call. I didn’t have enough social life to generate calls.
I answered the phone. A female voice that was soft and sounded upset but also sexy said, “Peter Merritt?”
I had no idea who was calling. I abruptly said “SPEAKING.”
“I’m sorry. I hope I’m not bothering you. This is Kristen Young. I got your number from the firm directory. I have some information you should probably know.”
I didn’t say anything. After a moment, Kristen explained that she had talked that afternoon to a young woman partner on the associate review committee. That partner had also confirmed what Hank and Glenda had told. When Kristen finished, I said, “I had the same conversation with Jason Dowd after lunch.”
“I thought it was true,” Kristen said. “Glenda has always been honest with me.”
“What are you going to do?” I asked.
“What can I do?” Kristen responded. “I don’t see any choice but to go with Glenda and Mr. Waters. I respect Glenda and like working with her so that part’s ok.”
“I feel pretty much the same way,” I said. “Hank Waters is a good guy. Maybe Sullivan & Waters will be as great as they think.”
“I think it will be,” Kristen responded. “It’s just, well, this has been a shit year.” I heard her starting to cry. “I’m sorry,” she said. She ended the call.
For office space, Glenda and Hank had bought a two-story house on the east side of town. It sat back from the road with a side parking lot and a back yard that was completely screened by trees. Although it seemed like a residential setting, the property was zoned commercial and had been used as law offices before. Some office furniture had come with the building, which was good for Kristen and me. It was a bit of a drive for me, but it was spacious and had free parking.
A pleasant surprise was that Glenda and Hank had hired Paula Foster to be the paralegal/secretary/receptionist. I liked Paula and it was nice to be working with her again. December and early January was part getting settled into new space and part doing work. Most of the clients I interacted with were Hank’s clients with whom I’d worked at Truboy.
I also worked with Kristen on matters for some of Glenda’s clients. I quickly learned that Kristen was very bright, very pleasant, and could be very funny. The more relaxed dress code at Sullivan & Waters allowed her to wear slacks, shorter skirts, and no jacket. While she dressed “business casual,” you could see she had well-shaped legs, a tight ass, and seemingly firm breasts in proportion to her slender body. She’d been some sort of athlete. Paula and Glenda were physically attractive women, but Kristen Young was special.
The first sign that Sullivan & Waters was going to be very different from Truboy came in late January. Matt and Wendy Daugherty had been in the office several times and had tried to hire Paula away as a dancer. Paula had politely declined. Finally, they offered Paula the opportunity to dance a one night “guest appearance” at their club north of town. Paula came into my office to invite me to watch her dance that Saturday night. “Dancers at Matt’s clubs go full nude,” I said.
“I know,” Paula replied with a smile.
Later the same day, I went to Kristen’s office to talk about something. When we finished our business, she asked “Are you going to go watch Paula dance Saturday?”
“I don’t know,” I answered. “Are you?”
Kristen ducked her head for a moment as if she was embarrassed. She was smiling when she looked up, but there was a touch of red in her face. “I, uh, I’d kind of like to,” she said. “I’ve never been to a strip club. I like Paula and I’m surprised she’s doing it, but maybe it isn’t what I think. I know Glenda and Hank are going. I feel like we should all go to support her. Have you been to the club?”
“Yes,” I said, “I’ve been there, but never when it was open. I represented Matt and Wendy when they were trying to get it open.”
Kristen looked at me a moment. “Do you want to go?” she asked.
“With you?” I asked. Kristen nodded affirmatively. “Definitely,” I said.
Kristen laughed. “You sure?” she asked.
So, my first “date” with the incomparable Kristen Young was to a strip club. I knew not to ask why Kristen wasn’t going with her boyfriend. That was an extremely sensitive topic. Kristen and Paula had become good friends and Paula had told me the story.
Kristen was from an affluent Kansas suburb of Kansas City. She had been a particularly good high school gymnast and had scholarship offers. She took the one from a major university in the Pacific Northwest that had a good computer science program. Kristen’s college gymnastics career had been solid, but not spectacular. She thought a law degree would be a good pairing with her knowledge of computers and got into a prestigious law school in North Carolina. In law school, a classmate had chased her until she fell for him. The guy was from this city and persuaded Kristen to move here with him. He was hired by another major firm town and Kristen came to Truboy.
Almost exactly a year after Kristen moved to town to stay with this guy, he dumped her. He started dating the daughter of the CEO of one of his firm’s biggest clients. The experience had, according to Paula, left Kristen very hurt and distrustful of men.
I had not known where Kristen Young lived. When I picked her up that Saturday, I learned she lived in an apartment building like mine only a few blocks from me. Paula had said she’d dance sometime around 9:00 p.m. We’d agreed to meet Glenda and Hank at the club at 8:30. I picked Kristen up just after six and took her to the best pizzeria in town for dinner. The club was about a mile off the Interstate about thirty miles north of town.
I’d seen several of the buildings which housed Matt and Wendy’s clubs. They were clean, well-lit, and nicely furnished. Matt and Wendy didn’t let their dancers solicit customers to buy them expensive fake drinks and there were no private lap dances. Drinks were not cheap, but they sold quality beer, wine, and spirits. They targeted a middle- and upper-class audience which was better behaved. They also offered male strippers to attract female patrons. Surprisingly, to me at least, Matt and Wendy hired very good-looking, intelligent, and educated women and men with an exhibitionistic streak as dancers. The physical appeal of the dancers, and the quality of the booze, were their big selling points. It worked.
Kristen and I arrived at the club about 8:15. After we went inside, Kristen said, “this looks pretty nice. I was expecting sleazy.” Across the main room, I saw Glenda at a table not far from the stage with Hank, Paula, and another man. Kristen and I went over. They were holding two seats for us. Paula introduced the other man as her boyfriend, Russ Walker. I hadn’t met Russ, but Paula had told me about him. Russ was on the training staff of the major league baseball team in town. That meant he was gone all February for spring training and on the road about half the time from April through September. The team hadn’t made the playoffs in decades.
We sat down, ordered drinks, and talked. Paula seemed energized but not at all nervous about her impending debut as a stripper. About twenty to nine, she said, “I’ve got to go backstage and change. I’m up second.”
Exactly at 9:00 p.m., the lights in the room were dimmed. An attractive blonde in a tight silver dress slit far up her thigh came onstage with a microphone. She introduced the first dancer, a short, cute blonde using the stage name Shannon. Shannon was a good dancer. She was also a good stripper. She teased and built anticipation before she took each item of her costume off. Once she was down to a G-string, she danced a bit longer and feigned taking it off. Finally, she turned her back to the audience, snaked her hands between the G-string and her skin, and pushed it down her legs. She skillfully kicked it to the stage entrance before spinning around to give us a full frontal. Shannon posed for a few beats and then started a vigorous dance that included jumps and moves on the floor that ensured everyone saw the parts of her body they had come to see. She finished to loud applause and yells.
The blonde in the silver dress came back on stage. “Remember,” she said, “you can tip Shannon from your table by swiping your credit card. It will appear on your statement as MattWen Enterprises. If you prefer, you can put cash tips in the locked boxes beside the main bar. There’s one box for each dancer and their names are on the boxes.”
The hostess paused. “Now,” she said, “we are very honored and delighted to present a special guest appearance. Tonight only, one dance only. Straight from Wall Street. Ashley!”
I got the Wall Street reference when Paula came onstage wearing a fedora, and man’s suit coat over a white shirt and tie. That clashed some with the very short skirt she had on, but Paula’s legs were nice enough I’m sure no one cared. She was wearing hose that had a black pattern, but no shoes. I wondered how, or whether, she’d take the hose off.
I don’t remember the music. Paula strutted around, holding the hat on her head until she suddenly flung it at the stage door. I noticed someone sneak out and pull it inside. Paula strutted to center stage, looked at the audience, and smiled broadly. Whoever did the lighting had found exactly the right tones to flatter Paula’s complexion. After a few moments, Paul took off the coat and flung it away. Her shirt was very tight, outlining her tits, and her tie hung between them. Paula strutted around the stage some more as she undid, then whipped off the tie. She pulled the tail of her shirt out of her skirt.
After losing the hat, coat, and tie, Paula started dancing. As she danced, she was unbuttoning the shirt. When the music reached a crescendo, Paula whipped the shirt off. I now understood why her tits seemed more prominent than they did every day in the office: a push up bra.
Paula danced more vigorously for a few moments. I saw her hands go behind her back. Suddenly, she had her skirt off. She tossed the skirt and danced in the bra, a thong, and the hose, which apparently held themselves up near the tops of her thighs. Paula strutted around some more, reached behind her back, and unhooked the bra. In classic stripper fashion, she held it up with her hands on her breasts for a moment before letting it fall to the floor. Paula had nice, firm breasts which jiggled naturally as she moved.
It was strange, but very sexy, to watch a woman I worked with everyday and liked stripping on a stage in front of a large room full of people. Paula cartwheeled on the stage a couple of times before coming back to center stage. She stopped and looked down at her thong. She looked up at the audience with a questioning look. A few guys yelled “off, take it off!” Paula smiled and slid her hands down her sides, under the waistband of the thong. She kept sliding her hands, pushing the thong down her thighs over the hose. You couldn’t see everything because she bent forward as she pushed her thong lower.
When Paula had her thong on the floor, she demurely stepped out of it, still bent over. Suddenly, she straightened up, extending her arms out over her head and spreading her legs. I saw Paula had shaved off her bush. She was on full display. She looked great. The black hose just below her visible cunt lips and clit adding a very erotic touch. Paula held the pose as the audience began clapping and cheering.
“Oh!” Kristen said beside me.
“That was something,” Glenda said from across the table.
“She’s a beautiful, sexy woman,” Hank said.
“More than you know,” Russ added with a smile.
Paula stood there on stage, naked except for the hose, for a minute or two drinking in the crowd reaction. Then, she turned and walked off stage, twitching her bare ass alluringly.
The hostess came back on stage. “Wasn’t that special?” she asked. Everyone cheered and clapped more. “Let’s have a curtain call. Ashley, come back out here.”
Paula walked back on stage, still nude except for the hose. The crowd got louder. A spotlight came on Paula. She was smiling broadly, then started waving. After a moment, she turned her back to the audience, spread her legs, and bent forward. The crowd got louder still.
“Oh God!” Kristen said.
Paula held that very exposed pose for, maybe, 30 seconds before straightening, facing the audience, and waving again. After another 30 seconds or so, she turned and walked slowly off stage with a more exaggerated twitch of her hips.
About three minutes later, Russ’s cell phone binged with a text. He read it and said, “Paula wants us to come backstage.” Russ got up and we followed him. A bartender pointed towards Matt Daugherty, who was standing in front of a door marked “PRIVATE” in big letters. As we approached, Matt opened the door for us.
Matt led us down a short hallway and into the dancers’ dressing room. Paula stood there in, apparently just, a long tee shirt. A couple of dancers were congratulating her, but I noticed a couple of others sitting sullenly on the other side of the room. I expect they realized Paula had upstaged them for the night.
Paula ran to Russ, and they hugged tightly. They kissed. After a moment, Paula backed away slightly and looked at the rest of us. “I’m so glad you came tonight,” she said, apparently sincerely. “I’m glad I’m only dancing once. I can’t imagine it’s anywhere near as hot to do repeatedly.” Paula turned, walked a few feet to a bench, and picked up a duffel bag and a heavy coat. She came back to Russ and said, “I’m horny as hell. Take me home!” Russ smiled at us as they walked out the door.
After Paula and Russ left, Matt came up. “I’ll make sure Paula gets her tips,” he said. “I’m sure she did well. I’ll have the cash delivered to your office Monday. She’ll get a check after the credit card company settles with me at the end of the month. I’ll also send a 1099.”
Kristen and I left not long after Paula and Russ. Kristen was quiet. Once we were back on the Interstate, I asked, “what did you think?”
“The club was a lot classier than I expected,” she said.
“What about Paula’s performance?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Kristen said. “I’m still thinking about that.” After a couple of beats, she asked me, “what did you think? Do you think less of Paula because of what she did tonight?”
“No, I don’t think less of Paula at all,” I said. “She is a smart and good person. She has a beautiful body. If she enjoys showing that body off, I think that’s her privilege. It doesn’t lessen her as a person. Hell, I might want to show off too if I was the male equivalent of as attractive as she is.”
Kristen didn’t say much else on the drive home. At her building, I opened the car door for her and walked her to the door. Kristen punched in a code to unlock the front door, pushed it partway open, and then turned to face me. “Thank you for taking me tonight, Peter. It was different. I’m still deciding whether it was fun.” She turned and went inside.
Paula came into my office when she got in on Monday morning. “What did you think about Saturday?” she asked eagerly.
“Outstanding,” I said. “I never knew you looked so beautiful naked.”
“You saw the pictures online,” she responded. “Everyone did.”
“You are more beautiful in three dimensions than two,” I said.
“You think so?” she asked, flirtingly.
“Absolutely!” I replied.
“You know,” she joked, “Russ is out of town most of next month.” She walked out with an exaggerated hip swing. It looked nice clothed too.
Usually, we ordered-in sandwiches and all five of us ate lunch together on Mondays. Glenda and Hank were meeting a potential client that Monday, leaving only Kristen, Paula, and me. After some small talk, Kristen asked, “Paula, what was it like Saturday stripping in front of all those people?”
After a moment’s thought, Paula answered, “you may not believe it, but that was about the most fun I’ve ever had. Knowing all those people were focused on me. I was close to coming from the moment I pushed my thong off until I stood back up after I bent over for everyone. And the ego boost? Jesus. I still feel like I’m the hottest chick in the world!” Paula paused, then added, “Matt would let you dance in a heartbeat as beautiful as you are. You’ll think this is bullshit but trust me, if you did it, you’d have the time of your life!”
Kristen didn’t say anything. I think to lighten things up, Paula added, “If you went up there and danced, I’m sure Peter would go. Wouldn’t you Peter?”
I wasn’t sure how, or whether, to answer that. Kristen saved me from having to. She looked straight into my eyes and said, “if I ever did that in public, I’d hope you were there to watch.” My heart missed a beat. I’d already fallen for Kristen and her compelling combination of intelligence, personality, and physical beauty. That comment completely captured me. But I had no idea what to say or whether to say anything. Realizing that she had unwittingly led me into a trap, Paula changed the topic to work.
I sensed Kristen was communicating something. I also felt that Kristen was vulnerable and that I needed to be patient and restrained, which I was. Still, as the winter progressed into spring, we did socialize more. The city had a minor league ice hockey team. It turned out that Kristen was, like me, a fan. While I wouldn’t call them dates, we went to a few games together. We were not lovers, but we did become friends.
On a Wednesday in mid-April, Glenda called Kristen and me into her office. “I just got a call from Hendrick Trevor,” she said. “He’s got information that makes it appear someone has copied one of his more valuable products. He says that could only happen if someone had confidential information from his company. Hendrick is upset. He wants to meet, now, to develop a plan to combat this. He and Julia are at their Florida condo. Hank and I can’t go as soon as he wants us. You two will have to go. Paula’s getting you on a plane tomorrow morning.”
“Ok,” Kristen said.
“I know you understand how important Hendrick and Julia and their business are to us,” Glenda said. “The condo is in a clothing optional resort. Hendrick and Julia are nudists. If they ask you to get naked, humor them and do it.”
Kristen and I just looked at each other. Glenda’s instructions were certainly clear. The look on Kristen’s face told me nothing about how she felt about those instructions. If it came to it, would she follow them? Would I?
The resort that included Hendrick Trevor and Julia Wright’s condo looked high-end and very nice. We had arrived in Tampa that morning and rented a car. We stopped at the resort’s front desk, where we were expected. We were given directions to the condo. In our suits, carrying briefcases, we walked onto the resort grounds. It was around 10:00 a.m. on a weekday morning, so I wasn’t surprised that there were only a few people out at the resort. However, they were all naked.
Julia was also naked when she answered their condo doorbell. We introduced ourselves and followed her inside. She led us into a room that had a table with a lot of computer equipment on it. There were six chairs around the table and a large video monitor on one wall. A naked man sat at the table. As we entered, he stood and extended his hand. “Hi,” he said with a smile, “I’m Hendrick. Glad to finally meet you. Glenda speaks very highly of you.” Kristen and I shook his hand. Neither Hendrick nor Julia acted like there was anything unusual about them being completely naked and Kristen and me being fully clothed.
Hendrick got right to business. To summarize a long story, Hendrick had developed and sold a system which used artificial intelligence to develop, very quickly, ways for incompatible software programs to interface with each other. “The best example I can give,” Hendrick said, “is how the Navy is using it. They have ships which use computer programs to identify and plot potential threats, planes, or missiles for example, detected by radar or other sensors. Many of those programs are a few years old. They’ve bought newer weapons systems with newer software that guide ordnance to intercept those threats. Instead of updating their tracking systems to be compatible with the new weapons systems, our ELSS lets the two systems exchange data so that the new weapons system can use inputs from the older tracking system. Right now, we’re the only company making something like that does that. By the way, ELSS stands for extended life software systems.”
Someone, Hendrick suspected an ex-employee, had apparently shared the information necessary to replicate ELSS. Hendrick had learned that when potential customers for ELSS had told him they had been approached by another vendor with an identical product.
“What stops someone from getting ahold of ELSS and reverse engineering it?” I asked.
Hendrick bent over and lifted from the floor something about the size of a wireless router. “This is physically what the ELSS product looks like,” he said. “You could download the software from inside this box. However, unless you input a security code, what you will get will be useless. Each ELSS unit has its own security code which we guard very carefully. Our customers do not have it.”
Around 2:00 p.m., Julia, who had been an active participant in the meeting, said, “let’s break for lunch. We’ll get sandwiches sent over from the resort café. We’ve got a video conference with the ELSS team scheduled for 9:00 a.m. tomorrow. Kristen, Peter, we’ve got a guest bedroom here you can use tonight. Follow me, I’ll show you.”
We walked through an expensively furnished room and up a set of steps. Upstairs, we followed to a corner room with large, un-curtained windows on both exterior walls. In the center of the room was a single queen size bed. “I hope this will work for the two of you,” Julia said with no hint of innuendo. “If you’ll give me your keys, I’ll have the resort staff retrieve your bags.” I handed Julia the rental car keys. “This is a clothing optional resort,” Julia said pleasantly. “You are welcome to undress. All of our business partners who visit us here do. Please come back to the office when you’re ready.” Julia smiled, turned, and left the room. Julia carried a few excess pounds but was not bad looking.
“Well,” I said, “I suppose that counts as being asked to get naked.”
“I think so,” Kristen replied.
“Are we going to do it?” I asked.
“Glenda told us to,” Kristen replied.
“She was pretty unequivocal, wasn’t she,” I responded.
“She was,” Kristen agreed.
We moved to opposite sides of the room and turned our backs on each other. I heard the sounds of fabric and assumed that Kristen was, indeed, undressing. I began taking my suit off. I was down to my boxers when Kristen said, “getting my panties off is tougher than I expected.” I knew exactly what she meant. I heard Kristen take a deep breath and say, “ok.” I pushed my boxers down and stepped out of them. Being naked in a bedroom didn’t seem that odd. I did, however, keep my back turned towards Kristen.
After a few seconds, Kristen said, “Peter, we’re going to have to look at each other. Please turn around.”
I turned. I’ve said repeatedly that Kristen was beautiful. She was even more beautiful naked. She looked very fit with a flat stomach, proportionate firm breasts, and a neatly trimmed blonde bush between two firm thighs. To me, she was perfect.
I’m afraid I stared at Kristen for a moment. That didn’t seem to bother her. After another silence, Kristen smiled and said, “Peter, you look very good naked.”
“Thank you,” I said. “You look exquisite.”
Kristen’s smile got a bit broader. “You really think so?” she asked. She turned around and looked at me over her shoulder. I was looking at her small, firm, perfectly shaped ass.
“Yes,” I said, “I definitely think so. So would anyone else who isn’t blind.”
Kristen turned back around. “We should get back to Hendrick and Julia,” she said.
Walking naked out of the bedroom, downstairs, and through the condo’s living room was strange. Hendrick and Julia nodded approvingly as we re-entered the meeting room. The doorbell chimed. Julia got up and walked out of the room. She was back a moment later followed by a clothed young man carrying a trey of sandwiches, bags of chips, and drinks. The man put the trey on a clear part of the table and walked out. He wasn’t phased by walking into a room holding four naked people.
We ate, then discussed the ELSS problem for several more hours. Around 6:00 p.m., Hendrick said, “that’s enough. My head hurts. Let’s get some drinks and then get an early dinner.” He stood up.
Julia told us, “Don’t worry, everyone goes to the bar and to dinner in the nude here. I’ll get you towels to sit on. Please always use them.”
Following Hendrick and Julia outside in the early evening sun wearing nothing but a towel over my forearm was very strange. Kristen and I walked side-by-side following Hendrick and Julia. After a few steps, Kristen reached out and took my hand. Her extremely hard grip told me that she was as nervous about walking around outside naked as I was.
We followed Hendrick and Julia past an elaborate pool with a waterfall at one end. Hendrick held a door and we stepped into a bar with a tropical theme. It was not packed, but there were quite a few people. The drinkers were all nude. The bartender and servers were clothed.
A woman sitting at the bar shouted a greeting to Hendrick and Julia. We followed them over to her and were soon introduced to several nude people. It seemed that Hendrick and Julia knew everyone in the bar, patrons, and staff alike. Everyone acted pretty much like people in a bar anywhere. The difference was that most of the people, including us, were naked.
Hendrick finally led us to an empty table. An attractive young woman in shorts and a bikini top came over to take our orders. My god, I thought, what do you drink when you’re naked? I’d have to watch myself. I didn’t want to get drunk and ruin my time naked with Kristen. I ordered a light beer, although I hate the stuff it’s low alcohol. Kristen had white wine.
“Kristen, Peter,” Hendrick asked, “have either of you engaged in social nudity before?” We both shook our heads. “Well,” Hendrick continued, “what do you think?”
I looked at Kristen. She smiled and said, “I’m still adjusting.”
“Several people have had their first nude experiences visiting us,” Julia said. “No one’s ever complained. The vast majority of those people have come back here on their own. We love going nude. I can’t imagine living any other way.”
We only had one drink and then followed Hendrick and Julia into a restaurant. Eating dinner in the nude was, well, unique. The food was surprisingly good. I had another beer and Kristen had a glass of wine. Like many successful men, Hendrick liked to tell people his life story, his successes, and the challenges he’d overcome. He wasn’t nearly as arrogant about it as some men I’ve heard, but we were there until the restaurant closed.
Walking back to the condo after dark, we heard a voice calling, “Hendrick, Julia.” We followed it another group of people they knew sitting in an in-ground hot tub. “There’s room, barely,” Hendrick said, grinning. “Let’s sit in the tub for a moment.”
Hendrick got into the hot tub and sat on a ledge built into the tub wall under the water. Julia followed him. There was space next to Julia and she gestured for us to get in. “After you, and help me in,” Kristen said. I stepped onto the ledge, with hot water above my knees, took Kristen’s hand, and steadied her as she stepped in.
I sat and slid against Julia to give Kristen room to sit. Once she sat, the water reached Kristen’s neck. Her bare left hip and thigh were pressed against my right ones. The contact felt almost electric. As he had at dinner, Hendrick dominated the conversation in the tub, although I had the sense others were feeding him questions intended to elicit familiar responses.
I sat quietly, savoring the contact with Kristen’s bare skin. I kept my hands underwater, resting on the tops of my thighs. I was trying to listen to Hendrick when I felt a hand grasp my right hand under the water. The hand could only be Kristen’s. I turned to look at her. She smiled at me. “I’m enjoying this,” she said softly. She squeezed my hand, not the tight nervous grip she’d used earlier. This was almost affectionate.
We sat in the tub until Hendrick declared, “we’ve got to work tomorrow.” He got out, followed by Julia.
It was a rather long step up onto the concrete around the tub. Kristen stood and said, “help me out.” There was nothing I could do but put my hands on her bare ass and give her a boost.
We showered off outside, followed Hendrick and Julia back to the condo, and went up to our room. We’d had drinks but neither Kristen nor I were drunk. “I’ve never slept in the nude before,” Kristen said. She pulled back the covers on the bed, got in, and laid back. Looking at me, she said, “Get in bed, please.”
I laid down next to Kristen. Our faces moved towards each other. We started kissing, lightly then more passionately. Our mouths opened and our tongues met. Kristen began stroking my balls. I fondled one of her nipples. She moved her one hand from my balls to my dick, which was getting hard. With her other hand, she took my other hand and pushed it between her thighs. I got the hint and started fingering her.
Kristen got pretty wet pretty soon. She rolled completely onto her back and said, “please.” I should have thought about safe sex and contraception. I didn’t. I got above her and tried to slide myself in. My first couple attempts, frankly, missed. Kristen said, “I’m sorry. It’s been a while since I’ve done this.” It had been a damned long time since I had made love to a woman. I was scared I was going to embarrassed myself.
I got my dick in Kristen, but we were very out of synch. At one point, she inadvertently head-butted me. We were both trying too hard. I pulled out and rolled to her side. “I’m sorry,” she said.
“We’re too nervous,” I said. “Let’s just relax and try to have fun.”
Kristen raised up on her elbow. Smiling, she said, “sex fun? There’s a novel concept.” She lay back. After a moment, she said. “Ok, try again. We’ve got work to do tomorrow and we’re not leaving this room before we both come.”
Breaking the tension did something for both of us. Our bodies were new to each other and neither of us knew what really stimulated the other. We slowly built up to our climax. When I felt myself close to coming, I tried to pull out. Kristen wrapped her legs tightly around me. “Please… come… in… me” she said between gasps. I did. A second later, she gave a couple of loud yelps.
After we came, Kristen and I slept in each other’s arms. We were awakened by Julia’s knock on the door. “It’s eight,” she said. “Come down when you’re ready. We’ve got coffee and fruit. We’ve got the video conference at 9:00.”
We got out of bed. There was a bathroom off our room. We showered together. I was again awed by Kristen’s beauty. Did I really make love to someone that gorgeous? After we toweled off, I asked, “Do we go down naked or clothed?”
“I’m sure they expect us to be naked,” Kristen replied.
“What about the video conference?” I asked.
“Surely, we’ll have time to come up and get dressed before it,” Kristen said.
Kristen was wrong. Hendrick, Julia, Kristen, and I were talking until Julia said, “it’s almost nine. Let’s get started.” She and Hendrick left the kitchen and went into the meeting room nude. Kristen looked at me, but we both followed, also nude.
Julia was already talking with someone, but there was no image on the monitor. “We have the cameras on this end set up so, if you sit at the table, all they will see is your head and shoulders,” Hendrick explained. “If you stand up, they’ll see your body of course.” Kristen giggled.
The ELSS team was at their headquarters and lab in the central part of our home state. There were three women and two men on that end of the conference, all clothed. Kristen and I talked and asked lots of questions. We stayed firmly in our seats, though. From the small image of us in a corner of the monitor, it seemed obvious to me we were naked. Hendrick and Julia stood, sat, and walked around the room. I guess their employees were used to them in the nude.
Kristen and I were fine until she needed to use the bathroom. Rather than calling a break or turning the cameras off, Hendrick just told her “It’s outside to the right.” Kristen blushed but got up from the table. Everyone on the conference got an unobstructed view of her stunning nude form. A bit later, it was my turn.
The conference lasted until almost 5:00 p.m. We did, at least, have a clear plan of action. After the conference ended, Hendrick said to us, “It’s your call. We can try to get you on a flight tonight. I know there is one tomorrow morning that usually has seats, or you can relax here tonight and tomorrow and fly back Sunday. If I were you, I’d stay till Sunday.”
“If you stay,” Julia said, “it’s on the company but you have to stay naked.”
I looked at Kristen. She smiled, looked directly into my eyes, and said, “I’d like to stay.”
Kristen and I had a wonderful weekend together and didn’t dress until we left for the airport Sunday morning. While Hendrick was a bit full of himself, he had good reason. Overall, Hendrick and Julia were fun people to spend time with. We met several of their resort friends. When we went to the gym on Saturday morning, I had the incomparable pleasure of watching Kristen do her yoga routine in the nude.
“I started doing yoga just after I started at Truboy,” Kristen said. “I do a class once a week with six other women. We do wear clothes,” she laughed. “The instructor is interesting. She’s a counsellor and teaches yoga on the side.”
Of course, Kristen and I made love both Friday and Saturday nights. We were getting a little better with practice. We still had a lot to learn about each other to make the sex really great. I was willing to work to get there.
Kristen and I were both the type of people who get to places like airports ridiculously early. We’d turned in the rental car and were sitting in a largely empty concourse that Sunday morning. “Ok,” Kristen said, “we need to talk.” Never words a man wants to hear from a woman. “I talk to Paula a lot,” Kristen continued. “I know she’s told you about my last boyfriend.”
“It sucks what he did to you,” I said.
“Well, I understand his motives,” she said. “It hurt. It still hurts. I’ve been sort of anti-men, until I got to know you. I’ve known for a while, through Paula, that you’re very attracted to me. You’ve done it right. Not pushy. Not aggressive. Leaving me my space. A voice in my head warns me I’m going to get hurt again, but I’ll take that risk with you. I know this is terribly unfair question, but I must ask: are we a couple?”
“Definitely,” I said with no hesitation.
“There’s no one else?” she asked.
“No one,” I said.
“I didn’t think so,” she said, “and Paula said you aren’t seeing anyone. I’m not sure why that is. You’re a very attractive man.”
“Kristen,” I said, “you are extraordinary. You’ve got commitment if that’s what you want. We can also just stay friends if that’s what you want. No one will ever know, at least not from me, about this weekend.”
“The weekend happened,” Kristen said. “I can’t forget it. I don’t want to forget it. Commitment is a two-way street. Let’s both take it.” I cannot describe how happy I was after that conversation.
I hadn’t anticipated Hendrick or Julia talking to Glenda about Kristen and me. When Glenda came in the following Monday, she called us both to the office she and Hank shared. “I just wanted you to know,” she said, “how glad Hank and I are that you two finally hooked up. I know you are perfect for each other. I gather you adapted well to the resort. How did you like it?”
I let Kristen answer the question first. “Well,” she said, “I was grateful to be forced, if you will, into getting naked with Peter, so I didn’t have to take the initiative on that. I’m not sure I can separate being with Peter from being at the resort, but I liked it. A lot more than I expected. I’d do it again, with Peter.”
“The overriding thing for me,” I said, ‘is my relationship with Kristen. Going nude with her is a lot of fun.”
“I’m confident,” Glenda said, “you’ll have more opportunities to go down there. You both made a positive impression on Hendrick and Julia.”
The plan we’d made concerning ELSS was that Hendrick’s people would do more digging to identify the source of the competing product. Once we knew who to go after, we would go. In the meantime, the case was in limbo for us.
Later that morning, Paula came in my office, grinning. “Trevor and Wright were on the phone to Glenda probably before you and Kristen were out of bed Friday morning. Of course, Hank told me. Congratulations. Just be good to her. Kristen is a special person.” I knew that.
Tuesday was a gorgeous spring day. Kristen and I did something we rarely did: eat lunch out. We picked up sandwiches and went to a nearby park. About midway through lunch, Kristen said, “I did something I’m a little embarrassed to tell you about.”
“What?” I asked.
“Well,” she said, “I’m a perfectionist, at least when it comes to physical activities. A hangover from gymnastics I assume. I want, uh, want our sex to be great. Last night after class, I asked my yoga instructor how I could learn to be a better sex partner for you.”
That came from out of left field. “And?” I asked tentatively.
“I told you Sheila, that’s my instructor, is a counsellor, right?” Kristen said. I nodded. “She does relationship counselling. As part of that, sometimes, she and her husband Brad help couples improve their sex lives. She offered to work with us if you’re up for it.”
It sounded strange and kinky to me. But I had a sense this was an early test of the relationship. “I’m happy to do it if you want to,” I said.
“Uh,” Kristen said, “they’re willing to meet with us Thursday evening.” She blushed and looked incredible. “I think they’re going to want to watch us make love.”
I don’t know why, but the idea of making love to Kristen with someone else watching sounded very hot. I grinned. “I’m free Thursday night,” I said. That earned me a long kiss.
Sheila and Brad Evans lived in a farmhouse to the east of the city, where suburban bordered rural. Sheila was tall and very thin with light brown hair pulled into a ponytail. Brad was also thin but very fit, like a distance runner. We arrived about 6:30.
I was introduced to Sheila and the two of us met Brad. We followed them into a sunroom at the back of the house with windows on three sides looking out on woods. “We use this room with all the windows,” Brad said, “because a key component of any relationship, including the physical parts of your relationship, is openness and transparency.” I wasn’t sure what that meant but it sounded good.
“You want our help to improve your sexual relationship so you both derive more pleasure from it?” Sheila asked. We nodded affirmatively. “Ok,” Sheila said, “we can do that. You’re going to have to let go of your inhibitions. We’re going to ask you to do things with each other, in front of us, and we may demonstrate things, that most couples never do in front of other people. You will not get the full benefit of our counselling without doing what we ask of you. Nothing is being recorded in any way. Only the four of us will ever know what you do here. You will have orgasms in front of us before you leave tonight. Are you ok with that?”
I looked at Kristen. Much more eagerly than I expected, Kristen said, “yes!”
Kristen’s enthusiasm excited me. This could turn out to great I thought. “Of course,” I said.
“Ok,” Brad said. “Both of you take all your clothes off.”
I had expected to strip. I was a bit self-conscious undressing in front of two strangers. Kristen stripped quickly. I think I still sort of thought of Kristen as the vestal virgin. Kristen standing there naked, excited about having sex with me in front of other people, was the most beautiful and erotic thing I’d ever seen.