An adult stories – Bare Naked Ads (A Nude Day Story) by PMDlite,PMDlite Thanks for checking out my Nude Day story (1 of 2!) None of the characters are based on real people. All right reserved. Yadda, yadda, yadda. A vote or a comment (Ideally both…) would be appreciated. Enjoy!
Bare Naked Ads (A Nude Day story)
I asked Joan if she had gotten the latest epistle from our management ‘team’. The term team implied we had some partnership or say in what was said which was not always the case. I always felt it was more like “You can have your say as long as it agrees with what I have said.” Of course, it wasn’t too bad compared to other dictatorships. The public pillories and stocks had been put away and there was coffee. In the pay vending machines.
“Indeed I did! A call for creative advertising venues and the need for new clients. I kind of wondered if that meant our current clients were on to the fact that we were recycling old ideas in new coverings.” She and I usually had the same interpretation of corporate speak. We even played ‘cliche bingo’ during some of the teleconference calls we had endured during the pandemic.
I chuckled. “Yes, that and an influx of new money is needed to show our investors we make money. But, you know, I actually had a couple of thoughts. I’d like to run them past you. Maybe over drinks after work? Fewer ears around, not that I’m worried about any coworkers stealing an idea…” I shifted my eyes back and forth as I peered over the cubicle wall that separated our two desks. I figured I kind of looked like Kilroy from the old “Kilroy was Here” graffiti.
“Sounds good. Meet you at the Speakeasy about 5:30? I need to pick something up at the store not far from there.” She turned and went back to her screen and I slithered down my wall into my cubicle.
I had wrapped up my most recent project and really didn’t feel like starting a new one this close to the end of the day, so I was clearing our mail and browsing a couple of news feeds. Not real news feeds, more like ‘News of the Weird’ and ‘Offbeat stories’. Usually good for a chuckle, but sometimes the germ of an idea. That’s what triggered my idea for new clients in a new venue, one that had been untapped.
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I went straight to the bar after work and got a table. It wasn’t a particularly noisy bar, but enough background noise to feel sociable. Especially if there was a ballgame on, and there was. Someone was beating the Mets, so there were some groans and general agreement that they sucked.
Joan joined me as I had ordered a second gin and tonic which gave me a bit of the courage to lay out my off the wall idea. I got up from my chair and greeted my coworker as she came over. “Hi Joan – glad you made it. I figured you wanted your usual, so I ordered. One white wine and a glass of water.”
“Thanks! I appreciate this! So… you have an idea to run up the flagpole and see who salutes? This ought to be good! I’m all ears, your ideas always give me a chuckle and then a pause. Whatcha got?” She sat in the chair next to me. She wore a cute flowered top that had just enough of a low cut neckline that I could see that she did, despite rumors to the contrary, have breasts!
“What would you say to getting naked with me? For the sake of an advertising campaign, that is. Not an off color offer, strictly business.” I waited for the reaction.
“Wait…what? I think I might need more than this glass of wine to consider this proposition.” She took a deep sip on her Pinot Grigio. “Not quite sure how being naked with you advances an ad campaign, but go on. I offered to listen to your pitch.” She had the ‘what’s the punchline’ look that meant I had her attention.
“Here’s the idea. I saw a piece that on July 14, the world celebrates ‘Nude Day’. It is an international event that has been going on for a number of years, celebrates nudity, body image, the human form. Yadda, yadda, yadda.” I took a sip of my gin and tonic. “So, I got to thinking and what a great spot to put an ad. On a naked expanse of skin. Imagine, if you will, an ad for, say sunscreen on a person’s back.”
I saw the wheels turning with Joan. We always brainstormed well together. “Or that new ‘all over deodorant that has been online for ‘down there care’? An ad for that right above the butt crack that it helps smell better?” She chuckled, but she got exactly what I had been thinking.
“So, what are you thinking? Line up some sponsors? Make like, temporary tattoos for the people? Pay them a few bucks or give them a sample in exchange for their wearing the tat? Any idea what kind of revenue we are talking about?”
That was what I liked about Joan, well, one of the things. She could take an abstract idea or even a blatantly silly one and make it seem justifiable by adding facts and figures that caught corporate attention and acceptance. “I just started looking into that, but consider that NBA teams get about 7 million for the patch on their sleeves and baseball started with theirs this year and have generated about 5 million for each of the teams that have it. Hell, jockeys get 250 thousand for a name on their butt, more if it is in a stakes race.”
“A bit more mainstream than, what did you call it? Nude Day? But still some decent comparisons and some nice numbers to throw out. And, honestly, that event seems far less obscene than how the Mets are playing. Yikes. Tell you what, let’s write some things up and present it. The memo said ‘all ideas considered’, right?”
“It did. They had a pretty simple process, write up a proposal and submit it into that blind drop box and it will generate a number. Then they will announce the number of the ad campaign or campaigns selected. So the process seems pretty anonymous. But just in case, if it goes well, it was your idea. If it tanks, all mine. So what do you think? You in?” I looked across at Joan. She looked back.
“Why not. I’m in. Not for the naked part, but I’m in for writing up the proposal. And somehow this idea reminds me of an old joke I heard. Just can’t quite place it. Maybe it’ll come to me. But it might just be worth a try – definitely might get a chuckle or two! How about another drink to seal the deal?”
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Later that night at home, I went over a few numbers and wrote out a few key ‘talking points’. A silly idea was actually becoming a legitimate possibility. It helped that the event had been established for a number of years, nearly 25, and attracted more and more people each year. By the time I turned in I had a fairly tight proposal on Joan and my shared folder.
“I saw what you posted on the server last night. You were busy.” Joan’s voice carried over the cloth wall that was supposed to provide us ‘private space’. “I plan to add some things, probably this weekend. We should have something viable to turn in by Tuesday, that’s well before the deadline.”
“Sounds like a good plan. How about we check in with each other on Sunday? A short chat online? We can save some time and, honestly, I think we brainstorm better together. I know my juices get flowing when we chat.” I hadn’t considered how that sounded when it came out of my mouth.
“Ooooo, James. I never knew! We should chat more.” Joan sounded very sultry.
“Creative juices, I mean creative juices, not… Well, never mind. But does that sound good to touch base on Sunday?” Hmmm. Had never thought of Joan in terms of juices flowing. I wondered, thinking a few NSFW thoughts before going back to my screenwork.
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Sunday came and I had checked our shared site. Joan had added some details, I added a few details and had found some information that might make our proposal stand up. So to speak. I hit the chat button and waited.
It didn’t take long before Joan answered. “Hi. Sunday already, huh? Sucks that the weekends go so fast and the week drags. Think you can do something about that?”
“Above my pay grade. But I’ll work on it! Fun fact for you. Between 13 and 18 percent of people shop online nude. That means that there will be a LOT of people shopping on Nude Day. I think we can factor that in to our proposal. I also found out something that the legal department will like, Nude Day is an “orphaned” holiday, meaning it belongs to no one and everyone. We can claim it as our own!” Yes, I was getting excited. Not in that way, but, well, maybe enthused may be a better choice of wording.
“This crazy idea might work. We have more than enough to present, let’s keep thinking of ways to expand and monetize this, but right now, let’s get the proposal in the box.” Joan was the pragmatic one. Probably why we worked so well together.
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A good sized part of the proposal that we turned in centered around an entire ‘Nude Day’ channel online, sponsored by our company. It would be a moderated chat channel with ads in the corner along with location events in cities where nude gatherings were permitted and where ‘influencers’ would be paid to wear strategically placed ads to be seen in person and online. The concept had a modest cost since we already had server space and the events were already set to happen. The return was also modest, but could scale up rapidly with more clients coming on board. After reviewing it, both Joan and I were impressed. It left our shared site for the corporate drop box where it would be reviewed.
“Will you be participating in Nude Day?” Joan asked. Her voice was quiet, and I couldn’t quite get if she was asking more than the simple question.
“I know at some point I will be naked that day, I find time to fit nudity into most days. But as far as joining in any organized event, I hadn’t really thought about it. July is a way off, I don’t know. Thinking about the ideas we put in the proposal, I guess I could. How about you?” I threw it back to her, expecting a vehement refusal.
Joan paused. “It isn’t like anything I have ever done, but you know, thinking it through, it seemed like something I might consider. I need to reach out more, try something new. I’m thinking about it. Just not sure what I would do.”
I was a little surprised, but also impressed. I had never seen Joan as a risk taker. I felt like I should reinforce that behavior. “Well, I could help you decide or at least talk through some of the ideas. Good for you trying something different. Would you do the online or would you want to wear an ad at one of the events? I bet we can get you a good sponsor!”
“Ha! Not ruling anything out – or in – yet. But probably would go the online route. That way if I get scared, I can just shut the computer off.” She stared back at me. “Thanks for the encouragement, and not laughing.”
“Well, your answer was a lot more thoughtful than mine. And here is an idea. You can say ‘no’, but I bet you would feel more comfortable if you practiced. It might help you decide which was you would want to go when July 14 comes around. How about a test drive. Start with an online nude chat. Ever cyber before?” I wasn’t about to tell her about all my experiences online, but I did know how to turn on the webcam for some extra curricular antics. “It’s not that difficult.”
“Maybe not for you.” Joan looked down. “I’ve tried…a couple of times. I just felt self conscious and, well, kind of rushed into doing more than I wanted to do. So, it hasn’t been the best experience.”
“I’ll make sure that won’t happen. But think it over. It’s a standing offer.” I decided to move off the topic. We talked a little more about other things, a new restaurant, the weather and then parted ways until work the next day.
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The next few days were mostly uneventful, a few deadlines, some rewrites and some calls to clients to keep ‘out finger on their pulse’, as our CEO liked to say. I was more than a little surprised when Joan looked over the wall. “Um, about that idea we discussed? The online prep session? Think this weekend might work for you?” She looked as serious as I had ever seen her.
“I’m sure it will. Saturday? How about 8? Have a bottle of wine chilled down, and we’ll go from there. Sound like a plan? And you set the pace. If you have questions, let me know. But 8 on Saturday. Deal?”
“Deal. I’ll let you call.” Joan slipped back below the cubicle wall.
Saturday arrived. I have to admit, I was looking forward to seeing Joan. In part it was part fantasy of a reserved woman cutting loose and a bit of ‘Girls Gone Wild” with my tutelage urging her on. But I was also a bit pleased that she clearly trusted me to help her try something new. One thing was clear, I wouldn’t abuse that trust.
A little before 8, I lined up a few nice cold beers by the laptop and turned it on. Dilemma. Start naked or clothed? I decided to go all in and stripped, but then back pedaled a little and put on a robe. “Okay. As ready as I’ll ever be.” I hit the chat button for Joan.
The computer buzzed slightly and the call was answered. Joan’s head came into view. “Hi.”
“Well, the hard part is done, Joan – the computer works, I see and hear you…how about me? Good feed?” I was back a bit from the camera, so more of me showed. “I wasn’t sure how much to show at the start, so I opted for the robe…. Happy to remove it if you want…”
Joan laughed. Might have partly been a nervous laugh, but she moved back and her robe clad body came into view. “I guess great minds think alike.” She sat back down and the screen returned to mostly her face. “Thanks. That really set me at ease. I’m going to take my robe off…you do the same.” It was more permission than an order. “On three… One… Two… Three!”
I slid my robe off, watching the screen. My smaller inset picture showed my face and bare chest, Joan’s screen was still full face down to her neck. “There. How’s that feel, Joan? You’re chatting naked with another naked person? When you feel comfortable, move back some. I really would like to see more if you are willing to share….” I kept my eyes on the screen.
“Thanks, yeah. I’m not sure what I expected to happen, but I feel pretty comfortable.” She moved back slightly. I could see down to her shoulders. “I do appreciate your patience, James. I know it is like getting in a cold pool or taking off a bandage, you should just ‘do it’… But I’m going at my speed. Um…..if you’d care to show a bit of yourself… I wouldn’t stop you.” She took a long sip of her wine.
“I told you at your own pace. Get comfortable. Sure you can handle seeing this whole package? I don’t want you fainting or anything. I probably should start an Onlyfans site…right? I stalled a little, just to make sure she was not being polite and also a little humor. She’d expect that from me. If I didn’t joke a little, she’d know something was wrong. “Okay, cue up the music…” I reached for a beer and started to stand up. I strategically placed the can as my crotch came into view and then turned to show her my backside.
“Mmmm…cute buns! And I think having that can is cheating. But you seem pretty comfortable. I hope I can be as nonchalant as that.” I returned to my seat and the chest shot.
“In time, Joan, in time. Not much to it. Just the two of us talking, like we have done, how many times? Maybe 20? Probably more with those staff meetings. Ha! Just think – maybe Peterson wasn’t wearing pants during those boring Zoom calls!”
“That seemed to immediately raise her comfort level. “Hell, I never thought of that! I know I had PJ bottoms on a couple times. Nice professional top and slacker bottoms.” She was getting the hang of this.
We chatted a bit more about anything but nudity. It became like one of our regular chats. Lots of talk about nothing. A couple of times she shifted and I thought I was about to get a glimpse, but no such luck. I kept to my word, but I have to confess, it was kind of hot just knowing that while we talked, we were both naked. Hot, but different. I finished the beers that I had brought out, not really buzzed, but I did feel relaxed. I noticed that Joan had finished her glass a couple of times as well. “Joan, I need another beer, so I’m going to get up. If you don’t want to peek, you can look away… But if you want to see, I’m okay with that. Just thought I would give you a ‘head’s up’ before I mooned you.”
“Thanks for the warning. And the choice.” Her voice sounded neutral, no hint of either nervousness nor revulsion.
I got up and turned for the kitchen. I got a couple beers and headed back. This time I didn’t have them in front, but carried them more naturally and returned to my seat.
“Okay, so where were we? Just kind of rambling on. For the Nude Day online event, see how this might work? We can have an ad in the corner, maybe even have some giveaways from sponsors. Those in addition to any body art ads that would be great for the live event, but they could also work online.” I cracked open one of the beers and took a swig. “What do you think so far?”
“I’m finding it a bit more interesting than I thought I would. I appreciate you doing this, It isn’t at all what I had envisioned. And with more people, it could be very entertaining. By the way, I did peek. A bit different than seeing a naked guy when, well, after… I mean just hanging with… Hold on. Let me get a grip.” Joan seemed to be at a little loss for words, which was not her typical way.
“I get it, Joan. there is nudity associated with sex, and there is naturalism which is less about sex than it is about freedom. Takes some getting used to to break the bond between the two.” I watched her perk up some. I hadn’t really thought about her and sex, or having a partner, that was new information about my work buddy.
“That is what I was trying to get to. I kind of like it.” She smiled. “It is freeing. I’m not sure how I will feel about showing more, but I’m willing to give it a try, okay? I’m going to stand up and go to the kitchen. Be right back.”
I watched Joan as she rose from her chair. I got a nice view of her chest, and wondered how I had missed noticing that she had very nice curves. Not particularly large, but full of jiggle and very nice pink nipples. Her belly came into view, her navel and a dark patch of hair noted the arrival of her pubic area. She turned and showed a cute ass that bounced a bit as she walked away from the computer. I noticed she seemed fairly comfortable, not covering and not rushing, but walking naturally as if she were going off to the kitchen…which she was.
Joan returned, and it was a repeat of what she had done to leave, only in reverse. Her face once again filled my screen. “Brava, Joan. Unless you are a better actor than I thought, you seem to have developed a comfort level beyond what you had when we started. How did that feel?”
“Honestly, it felt good. I knew you were watching, but I didn’t care. I mean, I cared and was aware, but it wasn’t a self-conscious thing. It was a free feeling. And if I am being completely honest, a little titillating.” She smiled and seemed rather pleased with the session.
“I think that is an apt description. I know I have certainly enjoyed this. I learned a bit about you – all good things. And thanks. This has been fun, but I have to get a few things done before tomorrow. Meeting a few of the guys for brunch. College friends, then we are hanging out. I’ll see you Monday. But if you think of anything you have questions about, call me.” I finished my beer and watched Joan.
“Yes, I have some things to catch up on as well. See you Monday!” She smiled and seemed to have a confidence that hadn’t been there when we started. Then the screen went dark.
Monday arrived, and I arrived at work on time. Ish. Since we had done ‘work from home’ for so long, the former constraints had lost a bit. I liked being in the office, the camaraderie, for one thing was great to have back. I walked in at 9:15 and Joan was there to welcome me.
“Pick up the pace! We’re already late. I stalled as best I could. We have a ‘summons’ to be in Jack’s office. Like NOW!” Joan seemed a bit rattled. If I had any sense, I would have been, too. But I never claimed to have any sense. She grabbed my arm and off we went.
We entered the office. Jack, our supervisor, was standing facing away from the door. He knew how to play his ‘power cards’. “Nice of you to join us, James. Helluva way to start the week, right?” He turned. “Well, I believe I should just get right to the point. That suggestion you sent in for the new marketing proposal was selected. What that means now is that you are reassigned. You report to Senior Vice President Jenkins. Good luck. When you’re done, I’m sure you’ll be back. We’ll get by, I’m sure. You’ll be receiving more details shortly, but I wanted to be the bearer of the good news. So, good luck.”
There was an awkward moment, but Joan and I glanced at each other and took the hint and left.
“Well, he was right about one thing. A helluva way to start the week. Wow. Now we’ve gone and done it. I never thought…well, I had a little thought of it making it, but…” I shuffled out and held Joan’s arm.
“Yeah, I wasn’t expecting that. But now the real work starts. I’m glad we had our ‘chat’ this weekend, James. I feel like we can do this. Emphasis on the ‘WE’. Let’s go see what Jack meant by the details and get to work. July isn’t that far off.
We returned to our cubicles and found the aforementioned ‘details’. Nothing too much, some guidelines, some disclaimers, compliments on the creativity, and so on. The one nice part was a cash bonus and release time. Joan was right, July wasn’t that far off. We set about making this event happen.
Over the course of the following weeks, Joan and I collaborated on line several times and she became increasingly comfortable with being naked on line during those sessions. Then there was a bit of a twist. We received a note from our new supervisor, Ms. Jenkins which briefly complimented us on the idea, the progress made and that we were now to be the ‘face’ of the project. In other words, we were expected to host the upcoming Nude Day events. Not just plan, but be visible and coordinate them.
Thankfully, the revelation was via email and Joan’s reaction was shared only with me. “I, I can’t do that. I mean online, sure. You’ve gotten me comfortable with that. I know how I can control that a little better. But physically being naked? With strangers? Nope. Not happening. I’m sorry James, but I have to back out.” She looked ready to cry. Thankfully we had been moved to a shared office with an actual door, so no one else heard.
“Look, we’re very close. I think there’s a couple of options, and we need to think this through. Look how comfortable you have gotten with our naked work sessions on line? We can work on the in person part. Maybe she’ll let us split the duties and I will take the ‘field work’ at the live part and you host the online forum. There are options.” I was thinking out loud mostly. But there had to be a solution.
“Yes, I am sure there are options, but I’m, well, scared. That’s my problem. Right now, let’s go through what we have and what we need to do. Maybe that will get me past this block. Just threw me for a loop, it wasn’t what I had prepared for.” Joan shuffled some papers and looked down.
“I get it. You are the planner in this pairing. You make sure every aspect is covered. I’m not saying you are a control freak, but you do have the potential. If your concern is body image, lose that. You look great and there will be all types of people around. But a good idea. Let’s review what we have and deal with this, whatever this is, later.”
The change of focus and the structure of reviewing details seemed to diffuse the situation. We made it through the day. I decided to make a suggestion. “Want to go out for a drink? Or back to either of our places? I can order up some delivery, we can talk a bit more.”
“That would be good. Your place is closer, why don’t we head there? Got anything for me? I’m not a beer drinker, as you know.” Joan shut down her computer and cleared her desk.
I mentally inventoried my stock of beverage choices. Beer and tap water. “We go right by the liquor store on the way home. We can pick something up.” I moved one stack of papers to join another and considered my desk ‘arranged’.
“See, that is what I mean. I would wake up in the middle of the night if I left my desk like that. I have to have order, and this idea of being naked, outside with a crowd is not my idea of being ordered.”
We left, stopped at the liquor store and also got some carryout from the deli around the corner from my building. I had a plan that would probably get me smacked if it didn’t work. “Need to freshen up? Go hit the bathroom, I will grab some plates and glasses. I’ll go when you get back.” I set the table and heard the water run from the bathroom, so I headed back. We passed on the way “Go ahead and make yourself at home. I’ll be right back.”
I did my duty and then stripped bare to return for dinner. Probably a health code violation, but so be it. I walked in and saw Joan facing away. “Find everything okay? Is the wine cold enough? I can always get some ice.”
“Yeah, it’s fine… What the fuck!” I was impressed she didn’t spray the wine all over the apartment. “You’re fucking naked! What are you doing!” Her eyes were large and I worried about her falling off her chair for a moment.
“I knew you would pick up on that right away. Hope my comfort doesn’t interfere with yours. No need to join me, you are free to, or not. But I need the practice as well. Hard to separate naturalism from sexuality. I think that was something you had said, as well. So, I figured I’d work on it.” I slid into the chair across from Joan and unpacked the pasta we had selected for dinner. “Looks great. The food I mean. Some grated cheese?”
“Well, I just, I mean… A little warning might have been nice. You know, ‘Hey, I’m coming out naked.’ Or something. And yes. Some cheese. And you do look great. Not that I looked that much, you scared me.” Joan composed herself, plated some pasta and gulped down some wine.
Well, I hadn’t been hit, so I decided to keep it going and talked more about the day, the progress we had made, potential clients, the food… Everything but the fact that I was sitting across from her completely naked. The table between us undoubtedly helped, but I could see a gradual loosening up happening with Joan.
“How about I clear these plates and we can sit over on the couch. Any shows you want to watch? I can pull up some streams or I do still have basic cable.” I started to rise. Slowly to allow her to adjust her gaze. To my surprise, she didn’t look away, but watched me come from behind the table. It was my turn to feel a little uncomfortable. But I grabbed the plates and turned to take them to the kitchen.
“Cute buns, by the way. I had noticed them before, wondered how they would look, you know. Naked.” Joan commented quietly.
“Thanks. Are you getting a little more comfortable or is that the wine taking effect?” I made it to the kitchen and rinsed the plates.
“Probably a bit of both. I appreciate you doing this for me, or with me. I hope you don’t mind that I am not ready to take that step yet.”
“You are most welcome, and Joan, I told you before that this is on your timetable. No pressure from me at all. But I may have a possible solution to the situation. How would you feel if you could be naked without feeling naked?” I returned to the table.
“Okay, you lost me there. If I am naked, how am I not going to feel naked? If I feel it, I am. If I am nude, I feel that.” Joan seemed confused.
“Sorry. I found something that we might be able to work into our existing plans. The existing sponsors will love it, they will get a second event, more exposure, if you will for their ‘early adoption’ of our new ad campaign. It should help attract some who are on the fence, as well.” I paused for effect, noticing that Joan looked even more confused. “Hold on, I know this sounds convoluted, especially from a naked man you weren’t ready for, but there is another event in about ten days after Nude Day. Naked Bodypainting Day. The artistry is amazing – you can’t tell some of these people are nude until you are right on top of them…I mean next to them.” I shut up and let the words sink in a bit.
“Okay. This I need to see. Show me what you are babbling about, but if it seems like what you are describing, It might work – for the clients, and it might be something I could handle as well.” She seemed actually intrigued by the concept. Naked but not.
We must have been quite the scene. A naked man seated close to a fully clothed woman reviewing photos of nude people being painted…some in exotic patterns, some in super hero costumes, even some painted with street clothes.
“Wow. This is amazing stuff. Honestly, I think this might work. I could totally see myself wearing this, a costume that gives me the feel of being naked. And it serves as a promotion for the coming event. A brilliant idea, James! Thank you!” Joan seemed thrilled with the option. I was pleased as well.
Joan continued. “Do you find me attractive, James? I mean, you have seen me naked on our chats. I’m curious. What do you think?” She looked at me with a searching look. It was a look that said ‘give me an honest answer, please’.
“Well, there are a lot of ways to answer that. Man to woman, yes, you are attractive. I was surprised by your chest in particular. I mean, I knew you had a chest, but your clothing choices really do not accent it. And you have a cute butt. Very cute. I think in part because I am a ‘butt man’ that was what I was taken with in particular.”
“Thank you, I just was wondering because, well, you never seem ‘aroused’ when we are, well, like now. I mean am I attractive enough that it would get you excited? Turn you on? Oh, crap. I don’t know how to say this…” Joan buried her face in her hands.
“Are you asking if I could be attracted to you in a sensual, way? Make love to you? Hell yes!” Now it was my turn to be a little confused. “I was thinking the whole point of this was to be comfortable with our nudity and not, um, get all ‘sexed up’. I can’t tell you how many times I hid a boner during our chats. And found a solution to it after we hung up. Yes, Joan, you are attractive.” I felt a stirring. I could almost hear my cock saying : “Wait, what? You have me sitting around getting used to being out and not hard, and now you want me to ‘rise to the occasion’? Make up your mind!” I did make up my mind. I decided to show Joan she was attractive. I leaned over and kissed her lips. She kissed back.
I felt myself growing as we kissed. Joan ended the kiss and pulled back. I noticed her glance at my crotch and smiled as she saw it growing, growing for her. She looked up. “I’m not leading you on, James, but, um, let’s just say I’m not quite prepared to go all the way tonight. But I can help you get off, I have sucked cock before, hand jobs… Since we’re being honest, it has always been in the dark. Other than in a porn flick, I’ve never seen a man cum. I’ve felt it, certainly on my hand, in my mouth and inside me… But I’ve never seen it in person. Would you…” There was an innocence and a little longing in her voice. Who would refuse that.
“I certainly wouldn’t refuse any encouragement, but once I get close, I will take matters into my own hands…pun intended…and you can watch. No problem about going further, I told you; you set the pace.” I leaned back on the couch. My cock nearly fully erect now.
Joan leaned forward, tucked her legs under her and reached out to take my dick in her grasp. She slowly moved her hand up and down while watching my reaction. She increased her pace as she saw a smile spread across my face. “I think you may be ready for a nice, deep kiss. That feels so hard.”
I moaned slightly as Joan took the tip into her mouth. I felt her tongue swirl around my cock head and she sucked lightly. Pulling off, her hand again stroked and her tongue came out to tease the sensitive underneath. I watched and enjoyed her exploration of me.
“It is fascinating how you grow in size, James. This is easily 3 times the flaccid state. So hard! I can’t wait to watch you cum. It is fascinating. Let me get you closer.” She went back to moving her hand from base to tip with a steady rhythm. Her mouth dipped to again attend to the head. “Mmmm, there seems to be some leakage. Salty goodness I am enjoying this, anything I can do? I’m not sure how much more I could fit into my mouth.”
“No, this is fine…better than fine. I’m enjoying it a LOT! A little more rubbing and you have a divine mouth, Joan. A few more strokes and licks and I should be ready to take over…” I lay back and decided to enjoy a bit more of the attention she was lavishing on me. Her stroke matched what I anticipated would be a gush in a short while. I hadn’t cum in a while, not since after one of our naked sessions when she had first shown her ass to me. Just the thought of that brought me closer to our goal. “Okay Joan…. Let me take over…”
I took over the stroking of my cock, feeling the slickness from the combined precum and Joan’s saliva. I could feel her eyes watching each movement. My hand moved faster and faster, the friction and knowing I was being watched combined to bring me closer and closer to the edge.
I felt my ass tighten and the release began. My hand moved even faster and I arched slightly. I began to feel a spasm, then another and another. Thick strands of white erupted from the tip of my cock and spent themselves on my belly. Four, five, six pulses…I lost track as the last of my juices poured out. I slumped to the couch with a sigh.
“Oh my. That was impressive. Fascinating. I could see your shaft fill and contract, spraying that cum out so far! That was so fucking hot. I had never seen that, now, I want to see it again, feel it in me. But you are a mess. Can I get you a towel?”
Joan bounced off the couch and found a roll of paper towels. “Will these do? Allow me to do the honor? Only fair, I’m why you got all messy.” She unrolled some towels and began to wipe my belly, absorbing each drop of my cum.
“Thanks! I think I can take care of the rest. I’ll head to the bathroom for a washcloth and finish up the details.” I rose from the couch and headed off.
The warm washcloth felt good on my skin. Only a little stickiness remained, but I washed and ran a dry towel across my skin. I checked my reflection in the mirror, flushed cheeks and my hair went several directions. “A proper dishevelment to be sure.” I commented to my image. Time to return to my company.
“Amazing. Your, um, penis has returned to the compact size. I find it fascinating. And quite exciting.” Joan had refilled her glass and was back on the couch.
“Yes, he’s gone back into hibernation, but will rise again. How about you? Anything you would like in return? I would be happy to return the favor. Whatever you like.” I sat beside her again.
“A rain check on that offer? It’s just not a good time. And speaking of time, I probably should go, we have work to do tomorrow.” Joan swirled the remaining couple of sips in her glass.
“You know you can feel free to stay. But if you go, let me get a ride share for you. And you have a raincheck whenever you want to collect. I can even let you know when we are having a special.” I opened a fresh beer for myself. I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Very sweet, but I’m not far off, a short ride on the subway. I will text when I get home. I hope that is a two for one special, a BOGO deal would be great!” Joan gathered her things and rose up.
I got up as well. “I could put something on and at least walk you to the station.” I pointed to the pile of my clothes.
“Nonsense. I know my way. Thank you again! For many things.” She leaned in and kissed me and bounced around toward the door. “See you tomorrow!” The door opened and closed. About a half hour later my phone buzzed. “Home safe”.
The next few days were a whirlwind. Joan worked with a new energy and confidence. It was no longer about when ‘you’ are on screen or ‘you’ are in the park, but now it was ‘we’. She contacted existing and potential clients with a sales pitch that made even the most skeptical at least say ‘maybe’. I marveled at her ability to coordinate several tasks at once. Maybe there was something to that organization thing, after all.
“We are close, James. Naked Day is almost here. Can you believe it? We have the online links out, fully booked with ads. We have the patch tattoos all set for the live event. People have been signing up like crazy. Last I saw we were nearing that one million mark for our gross. Not bad for a new campaign, especially one without precedent.” Joan looked pleased. With the plan, with me, with herself. “One thing, maybe you can help me out. Meet tonight after work at your place?”
“Um sure. It’s a bit of a mess, I’ll just need a few minutes to straighten things up.” I welcomed her coming over, but wondered what assistance she needed.
“Perfect! I have to get a few things, so I will be over about 6. Plan on dinner, my treat.” Joan looked at her pad of items to do. I watched her check one thing off and write two more items down. That seemed to be her standard action. Complete one task and add two more to the list. It worked for her, so I just watched in awe.
I raced home, picked up some clutter, scraped a layer off the bathroom crud, found some clean dishes and collapsed on the couch. “5:30. Not bad.” A deep breath and I walked through the small apartment to make sure I hadn’t missed anything too nasty. “Nope. Good enough.”
A few minutes after six I heard a knock on the door. I got up and opened the door for JOan and a fairly good sized box she carried. “Whew! Sorry I am late, but it took a little longer assembling this than I thought. Had to make an extra stop.” She set the box on the floor and stretched a little. I couldn’t help but notice her form in the thin fabric dress she wore. It brought a smile to my face.
“Late? What five minutes! You’re fine. What all do you have in the box? I’m glad to help, what are we doing? Assembling a mailing, gift boxes for the attendees? A formal agenda with the names of the sponsors to be hand autographed by the creators of the first ever Nude Day advertising extravaganza? I’m curious!” I smirked a little, but I was curious.
“Ha! After dinner. It could be an inflatable sex doll for you. I’ll make you inflate her without the tire pump if you don’t lose that smart ass attitude.” She could take it and dish it out. “And listen for the delivery. I ordered some Chinese for dinner. The tip was on the tab, so just grab the bag. Now excuse me for a moment while I ‘freshen up’. What a jog around to get that stuff!”
I was about to peek in the box when my doorbell chimed. “I forgot that thing still worked.” I opened the door and there was dinner. I still gave the fellow a couple bucks. The bag had arrived unopened and not soaked through with grease. And smelled good. I took it to the table and decided I would wait for the surprise package. I didn’t wait long.
“Oh good. Dinner is here, I’m starved! You didn’t peek, did you?”
I turned back and was treated to Joan in her natural state. “Yes. WOW! Speaking of ‘no warning’. No complaints, but, wow.” I took in the view. It had been worth the wait. “Okay, I have a feast for my eyes, we may as well have a feast for the body. I ushered her to a chair.
“Won’t you join me? Of course in eating, but in undressing for dinner? We, well, I need the practice. I think I am ready, I feel a sense of control in this campaign now. This should just put me over the top.” Joan sat and waited for me to proceed.
Under her gaze I did a bit of a striptease, folded clothes and joined her at the table. “I like this, Joan. Well done. I do have one worry, though.” Joan cocked her head. “I hope I don’t spill anything hot.”
Dinner went well. Lively conversation about current events, the weather, all sorts of topics. Just nothing about nudity or the upcoming events. We had covered them at work and had prepared.
“I’ll clear and do the dishes.” By ‘do the dishes’ I meant put the paper in the trash and shove the plates and silverware in the dishwasher. “Now, what is in the box? You have my curiosity working overtime.”
Joan rose from the table. I watched her move. Not the self conscious girl I had seen before, now a very confident woman. And an attractive one at that. She went to the box and opened the top. “Feel like painting? I think that is the only thing remaining to try in advance. I got some body pain, brushes and plastic sheeting. I also brought some towels so I can clean up afterwards.” She held up the paints. “I want to see how I look and also how it feels.”
“I’m no Picasso, but certainly willing to give it a try. Great colors.” We spread the plastic on the hallway floor since it wasn’t carpeted and lined up to cans. “We can figure out a design or pattern later, but for now, let’s see how it covers. From what I saw, this dries fairly fast.” Joan stood in the middle of the plastic, I dunked a brush in the royal blue. “We can start up top and see how things go.”
The dark liquid covered her skin well. The brush felt silky as it deposited the paint on her skin creating a blue sash across her shoulder. Another load of paint and another swipe.
“This feels amazing, James. The paint feels cool as it dries, glad it is at room temperature. I opted for a more expensive brush – real hair, not the nylon. It really feels good. You have a nice touch as well.” Joan clearly was enjoying this. “I know what it reminds me of – a mud spa. Only did that once, but it is amazing. Relaxing and the skin feels great afterward. I imagine this will have the same effect.”
With her neck and shoulders covered, I moved to her mid section next. I decided to save her breasts for the last segment. I also thought we should try different colors to see the coverage. I chose a red for the waist area. “I promise not to paint you as a flag. Just trying out the different colors. We can also see where we want to put some of the temporary tattoos. This is going faster than I thought it might. Great idea to try it out.” I had to admit, I was enjoying this close up view of Joan’s body. Her breasts were perky and her nipples were an obvious indication of how she was enjoying the painting process.
“Time for another color. I’ll try a little yellow for the right side of your chest. Sunny and bright.” The brush glided over her skin and surrounded the erect nipple which disappeared in the viscous liquid. “That seems to do well. Once we’re done, I think I will get a picture for you so you can see how it covers.”
“I hope you are enjoying this half as much as I am. That felt good on my skin, but when it hit my nipple, Mmmm. Very nice. Glad we are trying this so I know what to anticipate. Oh, I know what I wanted to ask you – you had mentioned a joke you had about the tattoos? You never did tell it to me.”
I laughed. “Maybe later. Let’s get you painted. Just the top half? Impressed with how it covers. One more color here to try. White on the left side.” I dipped the brush and repeated the process. This time though, I started at the nipple, circling it with the brush and giving it extra attention before moving along to the rest of her skin.
“Mmmm. I’ll give you ten minutes to stop that. I am enjoying the feel of that brush, or maybe it is the paint. Especially on the nipple. We could be onto something here. But let’s let it dry and get a picture.”
“Okay. And I want to see about transfer. If it is going to rub off easily, you may need to carry extra paint. Almost ready.” I finished up and closed all the cans and put the used brushes in water. I would clean them better later. I looked around for my phone. “Feel comfortable? Move a bit, let’s see if it crackles or flakes.” Joan moved a bit and then a bit more. Reaching up and twisting. I took a few photos of her as she did. “Looks great. I can see that with a pattern it would be hard to tell if a person had on a body suit or paint.”
I moved closer and reached out to take her into my arms. “Now let’s see if it rubs off with a hug.” Her naked body felt good against mine. I bent and kissed her while holding her close. After a nice moment, I released her for a look.
“Wow. This paint is as good as they said. A little color on you, but not much. And it seems to cover well, just a little crackling. I liked the testing. What would you say to a shower? I have heard shower sex is quite good. And it appears you are nearly ready for that.” Joan glanced down at my rising cock. The kiss had awakened him.
“Oh he is always at the ready. No need to rush on his account. The shower offer sounds great, but I thought we need to test one more thing. We know the top works fine, but how will painting the lower half be?” I smiled a wicked smile. I had a bit of a plan.
“Oh, I am sure it will be fine, and I think we should conserve the paint for Nude Day. I am expensing it to the company, but it is a bit pricey. And we are just going to be washing it off.” Joan was always the practical one.
“I agree. Save the paint. I think we should see how your body responds to the brush in other, more sensitive areas. I know it felt good on your nipples, I could feel them almost instantly come to attention when the brush and paint swirled around them. It gave me the idea of how other areas might respond.” I selected an unused brush with nice soft bristles and a smooth maple handle. “Game for a bit of exploration?” I brought the brush to her side and made a stroke down her side to her upper leg. “Stand just as you are, spread your feet out a foot or so.”
“Oh, that does feel so smooth. What are you up to, James? I have the feeling you have something more in mind. Just let me know what I need to do.” Joan let her arms go to her side and waited for my next move or instruction.
“Just stay how you are comfortable. I plan to try to excite you, so let me know if something is to your liking, or not. As I said, a bit of exploration.” I kissed her and lowered myself down. The brush went to her breast and grazed her nipple causing an immediate reaction, a silent flinch.
My knees reached the floor and I moved forward and kissed just below where the paint had stopped at her lower belly. Just above her pubic area. I moved the brush in a dusting motion around the same area.
“Fuck, that tickles” Joan moved in a jiggling way that seemed to say ‘I like it, no, I don’t, yes, I do’ in a kind of debate with her body.
One arm moved behind her and grasped her ass while I continued to kiss her abdomen, using my tongue to trace a path that wound from side to side and moved lower with each pass. I brought the brush down by my side and then moved the soft hairs slowly up the inside of Joan’s thigh. She began to twitch with excitement and anticipation.
“Oh, that was not expected. Touch me firmer. The light touch is like an electric shock. Touch me harder, James, I want more.” Her hand touched my head and then held it tighter against her soft flesh. I reversed the brush in my hand, bringing the smooth rounded maple end into contact with her thigh.
“Is this firm enough for you?” I moved the hard wooden handle along her thigh. And then I flipped it back and used the softer end to go along the very union of her leg to her torso, just to the side of her moistening labia. Her moan told me it was time to move along with my plan. I grabbed her ass firmly and buried my face in the nest of hair, the brush clattering to the floor. My tongue lept out from my mouth and struck home on the first thrust. I licked the soft flesh between her legs, tasting and smelling her musky scent.
“Oh, god, that’s the spot. Right on it. Oooooooooh.” She moaned softly and held my head in place. I felt a tremor like a muscle spasm and I continued licking, and a finger joined into the fun, sliding deep into her wet slit. The tongue and finger seemingly fighting over who would be the one to make her cum. It went around and around, lick, finger. Rub, lick. Joan arched slightly and the tremor became more intense. Her body shook as she stifled a cry by biting her fist, and then it exploded. The walls inside her squeezed in on the finger in waves. She pulsed on my face, her hand holding it tight against her. As quickly as it had started, it stopped. Her breathing was fast as thought we had just run up the stairs. “Wow. In fucking tense. That was, oh, hard to describe.” She looked down at me. “I’m game for that shower now, and it looks like you have awakened completely.”
I rose and noticed what she meant. I had been so focused on bringing her to climax that I hadn’t noticed a massive erection. “I told you he would wake up! But yes, let’s clean up a bit.” I kissed her deeply and we shuffled to the shower locked in a deep kiss.
“I’ll hop in first, get rid of the paint and you can come in and finish the job.” Joan tested the water for temperature and slid into the shower. I watched as a river of different colors swirled and headed for the drain. “Nice, this comes off fairly easily. Almost done.”
Close enough for me, I joined her in the steamy enclosure, moving in behind her as she scrubbed the final paint from her chest. “Bend forward a little, I can slide in pretty easily. My, you are nice and slick…from the water.” I grabbed her hips and slid in behind her, enjoying the view of her ass with the water streaming down.
“Oh, it’s not just from the water. You really got my juices flowing, and I don’t mean the creative ones. My pussy is wet as anything. I can’t wait to feel you inside. I want to feel what I saw the other day.” Her voice trailed off into the spray and she put her arms out against the wall for support. Slightly bent, I could see her pink folds waiting for me.
I guided my hard dick into the opening, watching the tip slowly enter and the folds of her pussy
Parted and surrounded first the tip and then the shaft as I moved inside her. “Hot to watch my cock enter you. You feel so good…” I moved slowly back and watched as her slit slowly, reluctantly let me go, only to welcome it back in as I began to move in and out.
“Mmmm – that feels better than I imagined. Nice how we fit. You got me so wet. Fuck me James, I’m still excited from that first part, it won’t take much to get me off a second time… That’s it, Drive it in as deep as you can. I want to feel you explode in me. Deep in there. She moved back into me, we moved in tandem.
Joan’s urging coupled with her hot, tight hole surrounding my dick achieved the desired result. My climax seemed to start at my toes and move up my legs, nearly buckling the. I thrust forward, in as deep as I could go. I felt the spasms come quickly and my cock swelled as it delivered the load. I didn’t know how it could feel any wetter, but the cum filling her seemed to make it even slicker. A couple of short strokes and I buried myself one last time, paused and slowly withdrew. As I left, I saw my white goo follow along, leaving her pink flesh and falling to the shower floor.
“That felt amazing, James. And I can feel it running out of me – you filled me up completely. What’s that called? A cream filling? I’ll have to see that sometime. I came when you did, but it was different. Not as sudden, just like an intense warmth flowing over me, like the shower only from within. Never felt that before…” Joan turned and her arms encircled my neck. We kissed for what seemed like an hour, but was probably only a few moments.
“I think you mean a ‘creampie’. But either way, it is hot. We probably should get out of here before we totally shrivel up and become prunes.” I broke off the embrace and stepped out of the shower.
“I see one of us has already started to shrivel” Joan had glanced at my crotch and giggled.
“He’s done his work and is back to sleep now. Thanks for noticing.” I dried off and handed Joan a fresh towel.
Joan left the paints with me and she headed back to her place. “Home” popped up on my phone a short while later. “Thx again!” It seemed like we were ready for Nude Day. And maybe more.
Final preparations included running through the details, where we would be, which ads were where, numbers, contingency plans and a meeting with our temporary supervisor, Ms. Jenkins. Other than some notes asking for updates and minor suggestions, she had left us to our own devices. I was glad of that, but also figured it was her way of keeping some distance if this didn’t go well. I commented on that to JOan before our meeting.
“What could go wrong?” Joan had developed a bit of sarcasm since our collaboration. “All these naked people online and in the reserved area in the park. Corporate sponsors being told this is a ‘tasteful, naturalist event’, watching it turn into an orgy?” She winked. “Probably send their product exposure through the roof! Nothing to worry about.”
I was more than a little amazed at the change. Confidence exuded from her as she walked with me down the hallway. “Good points. We got this.”
“Honestly, James, your grammar. Fine outside of work, but do try to be professional. Especially with Jenkins. She’s known as a stickler for proper spelling and grammar. And as a ball buster. Fortunately, I don’t have any to burst.” She looked up at my with a cocked head and a look of ‘Let her try’.
The meeting lasted five minutes. Barely warmed the chairs we sat on. Ms. Jenkins had clearly read the report, but looked it over. Nodded and commented. “Very good report. Concise and the supporting numbers seem in order. If the results come in anywhere close to your predictions, the viewership and the revenue, you have an initial success. Carry on, good luck.”
That sounded more like “Now, go.”, but I couldn’t help myself. I had to ask. “Will you or any of the other Vice Presidents be joining us? Either online or in the park?” I somewhat regretted it as soon as I said it.
I had caught the attention of the shark. The steely eyes turned directly at me. Joan interjected. “What James means is that we can make links and passes available to you or any others. The event is a sell out, but we always have room for VIPs. Just let us know and it will be taken care of.”
“Very well. I will check, but as of now, I don’t know of anyone taking part. We plan to wait for the reviews and, of course, your final report.” Ms. Jenkins returned to swimming around the tank. I mean she returned to her desk and a stack of paperwork.
“Thanks for saving my ass in there. I can’t believe I asked.”
“It was an ass worth saving. Cute one at that. No problem. In fact, I think it scored some points. Showed her how we operate as a team.” Joan walked ahead, even more confident in her stride.
“Wait, what was that about a cute butt? I believe that is what HR might call a “hostile work environment’. I’ll overlook it this time.
Joan simply shook her head and entered the elevator for our floor.
Nude Day arrived. It was almost anticlimactic. Great weather for the outside portion, no server crashes for the online portion. The ads were prominently displayed and Joan, in particular did a masterful job of pointing them out and giving attention to our sponsors.
Joan moderated the online portion at the start while I covered the live event. Her body paint looked perfect on the camera, you would not know she was nude until you looked closer. An ad panel on each shoulder gave added exposure to our two presenting sponsors and fit well with the overall ‘outfit’. It somewhat reminded me of the faux finish that had been quite the rage in past years, making a wall seem to be marble or wood, only here making nude seem not naked.
We had enlisted one of our coworkers as a co-host, not in small part because he was a buff looking bit of eye candy. He took over the on line portion and Joan came over to the park to join me. She blushed when she was met by applause from the crowd. Yes, I instigated it, but she deserved it. We had a shared feed with Duane ‘back in the studio’
“”Glad to see you made it Joan. James, quite a crowd you have there! Enjoying the weather?” Duane continued without waiting for an answer. “So, Joan. This is Nude Day. Isn’t your outfit a violation? We’ve had several questions about that from the online viewers.” Asshole.
“Not at all, Duane.” I jumped in. This is actually high quality body painting! Les of a violation than tattoos which don’t wash off when you want. Which leads us to the next part… Joan?”
“Thanks James. Yes, the body painting is fabulous, and helps prevent dangerous over exposure. To the sun and more! But coming up in just a few days is a ‘bonus’ event that I am sure everyone who is here today will want to check out – Nude Body Painting Day! In fact, it is the Tenth Annual Nude Body Painting celebration, taking place right here on July 29!” Joan turned to the crowd who cheered. Right on cue.
“Wow. Who knew? Well, I guess Joan knew. Clearly. We’ll check in later with Joan and James, I see they want to go ‘press the flesh’ with the folks in the park.” Duane cut the feed and we were done.
“Smooth, Joan. Well handled. Let’s mingle and work this crowd. You look great, by the way.”
I took her arm and we walked into the crowd.
“I agree. Duane is a bit much, but the viewership just spiked up. He is pleasing to the eye. Hey, you keep threatening to tell me some joke. How about it? I could use something funny.
“Maybe later. We have our public to consider.” I looked around and everywhere were naked people. Many of them sporting a brightly colored temporary tattoo from one of our sponsors. But all shapes, sizes, ages, races. It really was about being free and natural. It made me proud. A little horny when I looked at Joan, but mostly proud.
Nude Day ended well. No big surprises, but the initial feedback was better than we had hoped. The attendees were gushing about it and about the sequel with the bodypainting. Advertisers were happy, citing a tick in online traffic attributable to our event. Joan and I headed home to our respective apartments.
“Need help with the body paint? I’ll be happy to help.” I asked hoping that I would not be needed. You know how tired I was when I didn’t consider the possibility of sex as a motive to miss some sleep.
“No, I’m good. I’m exhausted, but thanks for the offer. Very chivalrous. I’ll take a rain check.” We parted ways, but both smiled. A smile of a successful execution of a crazy idea.
And so ended Nude Day! And yes, Nude Body Painting Day is a real thing! The 10th annual will be this July in NYC!
Oh. the joke James mentioned. Here it is. Don’t rescind your vote!
I walked into the men’s room and went to the urinal next to a large black man. As we stood there doing our ‘business’, I violated protocol and looked over the divider. The man was HUNG! And he had a tattoo on his member “WENDY”.
He caught my glance and gave me a look.
“Oh, sorry, but is WENDY your girlfriend? Wife?”
“No. WENDY is actually ‘WElcome to Bahamas Have a Nice DaY. It only shows that when I am hard….”
Barump bump.