“Does that mean we have to get dressed?” I asked.
“No,” Debbie said. Management knew we were going to have nude servers. They say they’ve told the wedding that there is something ‘a bit edgy’ in the pavilion tonight so they should keep their guests away.” Debbie laughed. “That will undoubtedly encourage them to come over and take a look. I know you are fine with that.” Debbie was correct in her last statement. The more people we could be nude in front of, the happier Caitlyn and I were.
Guests started arriving just after six and Caitlyn and I started serving drinks. Some people were initially surprised by our nudity but, as Debbie had predicted, no one seemed upset. The guests were dressed in coats and ties for the men, springtime dresses for the women. That emphasized our nudity. It didn’t take long for us to realize that the guests were watching Caitlyn and, to a lesser extent, me constantly. Of course, Caitlyn is so compellingly beautiful when she’s naked.
Since I didn’t know any doctors besides Debbie and Ross, I saw little risk of encountering someone I knew at the dinner. Wrong. Heather Waters was a realtor with whom I had worked extensively some years before on converting an abandoned industrial site into bars, restaurants, and retail. Her husband was a doctor who was friends with the Braxtons.
I decided to let Caitlyn serve the Waters. Wrong again. When Heather saw me, she loudly called out, “Peter. Peter Stone!” It was a natural, and unthinking, reaction to turn and face her. Heather closed on me as she looked my nude body up and down. She stopped within reach and put her hand on my forearm (Heather was a toucher). “Peter, I haven’t seen you in years! I must say, I like your outfit tonight much better than the ones you wore when we worked together.” She looked directly at my dick and said “Erin’s a lucky woman.”
“Erin’s been dead for almost seven years,” I replied.
“Oh! I’m very sorry. I forgot,” Heather said abashedly. Just then, Caitlyn came up with Heather’s gin and tonic on a tray. Heather took the drink and, with a naughty smile, said, “being a free man again, you can fraternize with your gorgeous co-worker.”
“That co-worker is my wife Caitlyn,” I said. Caitlyn was walking away but I called her back. “Caitlyn, this is a realtor I worked with before I retired, Heather Waters. Heather, this is my wife, Caitlyn Stone.”
A middle-aged man with a paunch walked up holding a drink. He took one of Heather’s hands. “Jeffrey,” Heather said, “I’d like you to meet the man I worked with on that Roth Ironworks project, Peter Stone. The young woman is Peter’s wife Caitlyn.”
A look of disappointment crossed Jeffrey’s face when he heard that Caitlyn was married, and her husband was right there. That didn’t stop him from ogling Caitlyn though. After a moment, he said, “I admire your costumes but why are you wearing them, or not wearing them I should say.”
“Debbie Braxton was a good friend of my late first wife,” I said, “and we’ve socialized with her and Ross some.”
“Debbie asked us to be nude servers for her dinner tonight. It sounded like fun, so we agreed,” Caitlyn added.
“Is it fun?” Heather asked.
“It’s wonderful,” Caitlyn replied. “It’s such a nice night, you should take off your clothes too. You’ll be amazed how good it feels.”
“Heavens no!” Heather said. She and Jeffrey turned and walked away. Caitlyn looked at me and grinned.
Amber’s employees arrived in a van and offloaded carts holding the meals. Because the carts were hot, Amber forbade Caitlyn and me from handling them. Amber’s staff plated the food which Caitlyn and I then served. Once everyone had been served, we had little to do except keep wine and water glasses filled. Of course, that meant we were always visible to Debbie’s guests.
The wedding reception must have gotten word that there was a nude couple outside. Caitlyn and I were standing together watching the diners when Amber came up and said, “your audience has grown by two.” She nodded over our shoulders.
Caitlyn and I turned to see a young man in a tuxedo and a young woman in a
light-colored gown trying to look at us surreptitiously. When Caitlyn and I turned to face them, the young woman yelled, “Oh my God!” and began laughing. She and the young man quickly went back inside. A bit later, another young man in a tux, a bit drunk, came out and asked if Caitlyn would pose with the groom and groomsmen. She agreed. He went back inside and brought out several young men in tuxes. All but one gathered around Caitlyn while the remaining man took pictures with a smart phone.
Fifteen or so minutes later, an attractive young woman in a tight-fitting peach-colored gown came up to me. “Uh, I’m not sure quite how to ask this,” she started.
“You’d like me to pose for a picture with some of your friends?” I asked.
“Yeah,” the young woman said, “with the bride and bridesmaids. Would you?”
Teasing a little, I ask, “should I put something on?”
“Oh no! Please don’t!” the young woman replied.
“I’ll be happy to pose with you just as I am,” I said.
“Thank you,” the young woman said. She ran back inside and retuned quickly with five other young women, also in tight-fitting peach gowns, and a lovely young blonde all in white. A young man, the groom I suspect, followed them carrying a smart phone.
We posed standing in a semi-circle with me between the bride and, I assumed, maid-of-honor. After that picture was taken several times, one of the bridesmaids said, “he should hug Jenny.” Jenny, I found out, was the bride. We posed for a picture with me hugging Jenny. That led to pictures of me hugging each one of the bridesmaids.
The last bridesmaid I posed with reached down and grabbed my dick after our picture was taken. The young man took a picture of that too. However, Jenny declared, “we’ve gone far enough.” Somewhat reluctantly, the bridesmaids and the photographer followed the bride back to her wedding reception.
Things were otherwise tame through desert. Afterwards, the guests had more drinks, which Caitlyn and I served. We had received some “accidental” touching during the pre-dinner drinks and dinner. Now that everyone had a bit more in them, the touching became more overt. Caitlyn and I hadn’t expected that, but people were gentle, respectful in a way, and it was kind of fun. Caitlyn and I decided to go with it unless someone became too obnoxious.
We were standing by the bar when a reasonably attractive redhead whom I guessed was a few years younger than me came up. Nodding at my dick, the woman said, “I’d really like to see that erect.” She raised her head, looked at us, smiled, and said, “It’s ok. I’m a doctor.” Since Caitlyn and I were obviously together, the redhead looked to Caitlyn for permission.
“He looks great hard,” Caitlyn said, “and I’m happy to share that, but you’ll have to get him up.”
The doctor smiled again. She stepped very close to me and cupped my balls in one hand while she ran her index finger around my dickhead with the other hand. It felt nice. I looked at Caitlyn, who was grinning at me. As blood flowed into my dick, the doctor wrapped her hand around me and began lightly stroking me.