ONE AND DONE. Or so I thought.

[FunKelly]

Hello. My name is Jennifer, but my friends and family call me 'Jen'. I guess I should start by giving you a little background on the upcoming story about a fantasy I never actually had. I am 25 years old and have a husband {Paul} of two years. We met at a Mid-West college where we graduated with our degrees. We also have a friend (Caroll) that both Paul and I have known since our freshman year in college. Caroll was 3 years ahead of us and achieved her master's degree in "Psychology" but decided to make her living doing something else. It was the weekend before Paul and I got married, that we found out Caroll owned a small business in the field of "Female Domination". Yes! Our friend and my 'Maid of Honor' had become a dominatrix!

Paul and I were taken back when Caroll shared the news of her newfound profession. She was in town for our wedding the following weekend and staying in our spare bedroom. The three of us were having dinner at a local restaurant/pub when she revealed the news. Paul and I were both so astonished at this new revelation of our friend's career path, that we just listened as Caroll went on to tell us all about her "Female Domination Business". She was such a brilliant and organized woman; it was no surprise that every detail of her business was planned out right down to the most minute detail.

For instance. She had three levels of productions that were designed with different audiences in mind. She called level one "Soft Porn", which was developed for her older clientele. These were wealthy men and women over the age of fifty-five. This group were usually dressed in cocktail dresses for the women and tuxedos for the men. This audience often wore party masks to conceal their identities and were spectators only. There was no audience participation in level one, unlike levels two and three. Our conversation was dominated by Caroll as she spoke softly, almost at a whisper. Obviously, this is not exactly the topic you would want those around you to hear, yet Caroll was so nonchalant as she continued to explain what went on during a "Level One" exhibition. Paul and I remained silent yet attentive.

I continued sipping my wine and Paul his beer, as Caroll went on to describe how the "Subjugated Woman" was led into the room of spectators, usually two dozen or so. She would be completely naked with the exception of a blindfold, as she was escorted to a staging area. There she would be bound by her wrists and ankles to two posts and left on display for all to see. The thought of willfully subjecting oneself to such utter shame and humiliation was completely foreign to me. I could not come to terms with the idea but continued to listen intently.

During the initial inspection and critiquing of every inch of her fully naked physique, from the finely dressed older audience, the subject would remain blindfolded and must be completely silent. Her silence would allow her to hear the comments from the many spectators, as they discussed her completely naked form, while enjoying their champaign and cocktails. The thought of my 110-pound frame with my tiny size "A" breasts being on display, as I was bound with no option to cover my shame, filled my psyche with dread. Why anyone would voluntarily put themselves in such a vulnerable position was beyond my comprehension, yet I remained focused on Caroll's every word.

Caroll brought her description of a "Level One" exhibition to a rapid close, after telling us she would playfully arouse the "Subjugated Woman" and bring her to orgasm. "To orgasm? To orgasm? Right there in the room filled with fully clothed strangers?", I thought to myself. I started getting this overwhelming sense of the shame and humiliation I knew these women must have felt after exposing themselves to such a public degradation. "Why? Why? Why would anyone subject themselves to such indignity?", I again thought to myself. Levels two and three cannot be discussed on this website, which is fine by me. I was having a hard enough time wrapping my mind around the activities in 'Level One'.

We paid for our dinner and headed back to the house. Paul had been quiet and polite throughout dinner, making sure he made no comments or facial expressions that may have been interpreted as disapproving of Caroll's life choices. I on the other hand kept quiet as well but was now harboring some concerns about Caroll's character. We were halfway home and Caroll was in the back seat of our car when I turned to her and ask with uncontrollable fervor, "Why Caroll. Why?" in a stern but inquisitive tone. She simply sat back with this look of contemplation in her eyes and across her face and replied, "Well let's see. First there's the money. I make twice what I could earn in a successful psychology practice. Then there's the travel of course. My exhibitions take place in cities all across the country. The planning of the events does require quite a bit of thought, organization and groundwork but my time is mostly mine own.

I immediately responded, "Is it worth the exploitation of the girls, Caroll?" She looked disappointed in me, as she replied, "Jen. You may not believe this, but the girls come to me. They contact me from cities all over the country. They want to work with someone who puts their health and security before all else. These girls don't do this for the money Jen, even though they can make up to $2000.00 for the two-hour session. They do if for the "THRILLS", JEN! They do it for the THRILLS"! You should visit my website before passing judgement on me. I turned around and sat back in my seat, feeling guilty that I questioned the integrity of my best friend of six years, and soon to be my 'Maid of Honer".

I was still unable to understand how anyone could get a thrill out of being the 'Only One Naked' in a room filled with fully clothed people. I mean really! The humiliation would bring me to tears, not to an orgasm. Being forced to cum as you are bound and completely naked, as all in attendance are staring at you? What must they be thinking about you? The most intimate, private and personal of female sexual functions, in a public venue? The idea repulsed me, yet I was determined to drop the subject and enjoy Caroll's company, not to mention my Wedding Day.

During the week before the wedding, everything went smoothly, and the wedding went off without a hitch. Paul remained silent on the subject of Caroll's business all week. He didn't even bring it up for discussion with me. I tried, but my curiosity was getting the best of me, so I did ask Caroll a few questions while we were alone during the week. They were 'Matter of Fact' questions. Things like, "Have you ever had a situation where a girl didn't show up?" She calmly replied, "No. Not really. Most of the girls are so looking forward to the excitement of the event, they rarely cancel.

All first-time girls are required to go through 'Level One' minutes from my home in San Franscico, regardless of their experience. That way I know if they get cold feet, I can call on one of several girls in the area to fill in at last minute. When I work with a new girl, we work on subtle signals we use. Little signs that tell me when she wants me to dial it down a little or crank it up some. The intensity of the experience is always up to the girls. You should come see one on my 'Level One' exhibitions sometime. If you're not up for that, watch a 'Level One' trailer on my website. You may be surprised to see how much the girls really enjoy it. They tell me the public embarrassment only serves to intensify their orgasms to levels they've never experienced.

As I mentioned earlier, the week before the wedding, along the wedding itself, went off without a hitch. Caroll flew back to San Franscico as Paul, and I left for our honeymoon. We had returned from our honeymoon and were back to our daily routines for about a month when I found myself home alone and decided to visit Caroll's website. I immediately found myself clicking on the "Level One" trailer. The trailer started out panning a room full of well-dressed older men and women. They were mingling with their drinks in hand and party masks in place, just as Caroll had described.

The video then skipped to the part where Caroll was leading a completely naked and blindfolded girl by the hand and through the maze of tuxedos and cocktail dresses, on their way to the two posts positioned in front of the seating area. She then meticulously fastened the fur-lined hand cuffs to the naked girl's wrists. Each cuff was attached to one of the two posts, leaving her arms spread apart and her naked body on total display for the enjoyment of the audience. Caroll then fastened the ankle cuffs on the female participant, leaving her legs spread apart, a slight bit further than shoulder width, as her well-trimmed brunette pubic hair was on exhibit for all to see.

I was shocked at what I was seeing but could not deny the arousal that was building up between my legs. The trailer went on for a few seconds more, still focused on the helpless and completely vulnerable naked girl and her surrounding spectators, before moving to the clip showing a seated audience and still bound naked girl, as Caroll was speaking to the audience. Background music was playing constantly, and all vocal audio muted, so you could not hear what was being said by Caroll, her audience or the powerless recipient of this unspeakable public humiliation.

As I was still struggling to understand why anyone would voluntarily subject themselves to such indignity, I realized my hand had made its way down to my pussy and I was actually fingering myself. An overwhelming sense of shame came over me, but I was powerless to stop myself, as I continued to watch the trailer. The video jumped to the playful arousal Caroll had mentioned earlier, then almost immediately to the section showing her using a vibrating wand on the clitoris of her squirming subordinate.

Only seconds later the video moved to the end where the girl was now without her blindfold, as she sat on a stool wearing nothing but a smile. Her hair was soaked, and her skin was glistening under the bright camera lights from her own sweat. She seemed so happy as she sat there giving some sort of a post exhibition interview. Still smiling and unable to contain her excitement, she made no attempt whatsoever to cover her bare breasts. She didn't even cross her legs but rather put her feet on the side foot rails of the stool leaving her pussy wide open for all to see. The video ended with her still smiling and saying, "Don't knock it until you try it!"

[FunKelly]

I frantically pulled off my shorts and panties, then watched the trailer again and again until I brought myself to a massive orgasm. I was so ashamed that a took a long hot shower and promised myself I would never revisit Caroll's website again. Even after my long shower, I still felt dirty and morally depraved as I got dressed and tried to go about my daily household routine. Paul wasn't due home from his golf game for a couple more hours, which was time I would need to pull myself together. I did not want to appear guilt-ridden or ashamed for my obscene behavior, even if I was the only one who knew I had masturbated myself to an orgasm while watching something I truly detested.

Less than a half hour after my shower I found myself emotionally struggling with the difference in my attitude and the attitude of the girl in the trailer. Why was I feeling so ashamed in the privacy of my own home, while she appeared so relaxed and happy in such a public venue? There she was. Sitting up on a stool with her hair soaking wet, her body glistening in her own sweat, still completely naked! She had just been brought to an orgasm in front of a room full of fully clothed people! Yet there she was! Her legs spread apart enough so everyone could see her wet yet satisfied pussy, her hands on her knees, so as not to conceal anything, as her breast were bouncing up and down while she giggled and smiled uncontrollably all the way through the interview. At least the part I saw on the trailer. Why was I feeling so ashamed, yet this girl seemed so delighted to be right where she was? WHY?

I decided to vacuum the house, even if it didn't need it, just to keep myself occupied and my mind on something other than the trailer that showcased the happy naked girl. As I was vacuuming, I kept on having these thoughts of my recent regret that I knew deep down would haunt me for years. When Paul and I were on our honeymoon in the Caribbean, we had visited two topless beaches. Paul asked me if I wanted to remove my bikini top, but I told him I was too modest and didn't feel comfortable. He never pressed the issue, but somehow, I wished he had.

We were in an environment where we knew not one single person. Why didn't I take my top off? Maybe because I was not so proud of my size "A" breasts or maybe just because I was just too bashful. Either way, we were leaving the Caribbean on the plane. I reclined my seat, closed my eyes and asked myself over and over in my mind, "Why didn't I go topless? No one we know would have known! Now the opportunity was gone! I could have visited the open-air bar wearing nothing but my tiny bikini bottom, but I didn't! On several occasions since we returned from our honeymoon, I'd find myself wearing nothing but my panties as I had my morning coffee in our kitchen, after Paul left for work.

I'd imagine that I am at one of the Caribbean outdoor bars we had visited, surrounded by other beach goers, some topless, but most were not. I imagined I would be talking to complete strangers, wearing nothing but a bikini bottom that barely covered my ass and pussy. Those moments were my chance to experience the thrill of semi-public nudity, but they ended as a missed opportunity. Allow me to let you in on a little secret. I have no real sexual fantasies but missing out on the experience of being topless in public has weighed on my mind since our honeymoon.

As I continued vacuuming for no reason whatsoever, I started shaking my head violently, as I said to myself, "STOP IT JEN! STOP IT! YOU ARE NOT A SLUT! THIS IS THE KIND OF SHIT ONLY SLUTS WHO ARE WILLING TO SURRENDER EVERY OUNCE OF THEIR DIGNITY AND SELF-RESPECT DO! STOP THINKING ABOUT IT!" As I was in emotional turmoil concerning my missed topless opportunity, combined with the enthusiastic naked girl in Caroll's 'Level One' trailer, I found myself at the crossroads of my sexual desires. Just then, my cell phone rang. It was Paul. I took a deep breath, answered the phone and said, "Hi honey. What's up?" He replied, "Hey Jen. The guys and I are going for a drink after our game. Care to join us at the 19th hole for a couple?"

Almost always, I would say "Yes", then join Paul and his friends at the country club for a few drinks. Today was not one of those days. I simply replied, "No honey, I'd rather not today. You have fun with your friends, and I'll see you when you get home. As we hung up our phones, I knew that meant at least another hour until Paul would be expected home. I put the vacuum away and ran up the stairs to our bedroom, stripping off my clothes on the way. I opened Caroll's website on my P.C., then immediately clicked the link to the 'Level One' trailer. I had broken my own promise to myself in less than an hour, but I was unable to control my sexual urges. I had to see the exhilaration displayed by the adorable naked girl in the trailer again.

After starting the trailer again, I put it on a loop so it would run over and over. I then placed my P.C. on our bed facing the bedroom door. I couldn't believe what I was about to do next, but I had to attempt to replicate the feeling of vulnerability that girl in the trailer must have felt. I stood in the doorway and placed my feet and hands against the door jams, exposing every inch of my naked form. I started imagining our bedroom was filled with fully clothed guests, as I was bound naked and helpless. The feelings of exposure and humiliation were only eclipsed by the inability to slip my fingers in my pussy to gratify myself, as I held tight to the door jams as if I was really bound there. I would not allow myself to massage my clit as I watched the trailer over and over for more than fifteen minutes.

I started pretending the guests were commenting among themselves about my naked body as some even started asking me questions, as I remained restrained and powerless to cover my shame. I had gone from slight curiosity to full blown fantasy in less than two hours. I gripped the door jams even harder as I found myself questioning my own morality. Was this some suppressed desire of mine that I had buried in my psyche, or was I just caught up in the moment? Worse yet! Was I becoming a "SLUT"? Maybe I was always some kind of "Closet Slut", and it was just surfacing now. All I knew was that the indignity of my behavior became overwhelming. I quickly released my grip on the door jams, turned off my P.C. and started to get dressed. I was so ashamed; I didn't stop to satisfy my urge to bring myself to orgasm. Maybe some sort of self-imposed punishment for my abhorrent conduct.

Once my panties were back on, I walked up to my full-length mirror and started to run a brush through my ultra-short jet-black hair. I had been told on several occasions that I have a magnificent ass and great legs. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I vainly agreed with the assessment of my 110-pound figure, in my thoughts. I then focused on my tiny breasts and strawberry red nipples. I started feeling the regret of my missed topless opportunity all over again. My breasts are small, but they fit my frame and I wished I had shown them off when I had the chance. Once again, an overwhelming sense of shame came over me as I looked at myself in the mirror. I put on the rest of my clothes, and headed downstairs, desperately trying to get these detestable thoughts and yearnings off of my mind.

[FunKelly]

I decided to water the plants and bushes in the front yard. Anything to distract me from the reprehensible thoughts and ideas that had infiltrated my mind. Paul pulled into the driveway a short time later, which also helped to divert my attention. It was the Saturday after the "4th of July", a short six weeks after our wedding. At 3:15 pm in the mid-west, it is sunny and very hot, at least where we live. I could tell Paul had a little buzz going from the 19th hole at the country club, as he got out of his car. holding a grocery bag. I started feeling the guilt of my sexual depravity was written across my face.

I asked Paul how his golf game went, and what was in the bag, as I continued to water the plants. He replied, "I picked up some steaks, corn and beer. I figured we could grill them up and have Mike over for dinner". Mike was the seventy-year-old widower who lived next door. He was totally blind and has been for years. For someone who is elderly and blind, Mike does very well as he resides on his own. Paul and I would frequently check in on him and have him over from time to time. I kept hoping Paul wouldn't notice my overwhelming shame through my tell-tale eyes, as he revealed his plan for the evening. I replied, "That sound good honey, still watering the plants and shrubs. Paul walked up and kissed me, then went into the house with the groceries. It seemed the more I tried to conceal any outward signs of my shame, the more aroused I was becoming. I hated feeling this way! I hated it!

I wrapped up the garden hose and entered the house to find Paul had gone upstairs. I grabbed a wine glass and filled it to the rim. I drank most of it right down, leaving the normal level he would be used to seeing me with. I filled it again and drank that glass down as well. I took my partially filled wine glass and headed out to the back deck. Our deck was very large which included a jacuzzi, picnic table, some upright and lounge chairs, along with our grill. It was surrounded with a privacy fence even though none of our neighbors had a view of our back yard.

Just as I was starting to calm down a bit, Paul walked out onto the deck wearing nothing but his dark blue speedo (left over from his years on the college swim team) and sandals, with a towel draped around his neck. Paul had a set of regular boxer swim shorts he wore most of the time but would occasionally dig out his speedo. I was a bit embarrassed when he decided to wear it to the topless beaches on our honeymoon, even though he did have the body for it. There he was hanging out with all of those strangers wearing nothing but that tiny little thing, but I couldn't muster the courage to take my top off. The regret of my missed opportunity was starting to set in again.

I looked at him with an inquisitive expression, and asked in a concerned tone, "What are you doing wearing that?" He replied, "I thought I would use the jacuzzi a bit this afternoon. I have the temperature set low so we can use it to cool off if it gets too hot out here". "I thought you were going to invite Mike over for dinner", I said. "I did", he replied. "He'll be over in an hour. Are you going to put your bathing suit on?", he asked. I just rolled my eyes and headed back into the kitchen. I filled my wine glass to the rim once more, then headed up to our bedroom. The three large glasses of wine were starting to take effect as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. "Why not?' I thought to myself.

I removed my clothes, then chose my yellow bikini over my one-piece black bathing suit. I put on the bottoms then looked out the window, making sure Paul was still out on the deck. I made my way around our bedroom, imagining I was back at the Carribean topless beach, enjoying my wine among the many strangers. I was almost in a trance as I stared at my bare breasts and erect nipples in the mirror. "WHY DIDN'T I TAKE MY TOP OFF?" I thought to myself over and over again. Paul called up, snapping me out of the daze I was in. I quickly put on my top, as I called out, "What honey?' "Are you coming down soon?", he asked. "Be right there", I replied. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, where I added some more wine to my glass.

Allowing the wine to take away some of my inhibitions, I walked out onto the deck with my 110-pound body, scantily covered in the yellow material. Paul seemed please as he sat at the table drinking his beer. I on the other hand tried to appear nonchalant about the being so scarcely covered, knowing Mike would be here soon. After all, I had been on our deck before wearing a bathing suit. Just not this tiny little thing. I sat back in the lounge chair as the sun warmed up my bare skin. All of a sudden, the words just came out of my mouth. "Paul. Were you disappointed when I didn't take my top off at either of the two beaches we went too?" I don't know why I brought it up! What was I thinking?

Paul casually replied, "Jen. I wouldn't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with. I will say this, however. I would have enjoyed hanging around with you while you were topless in front of those at the beach. Especially at the outdoor bars". "Why the bars?", I asked, wondering why my mouth was asking these things, as though I had no control over it. "I don't want you to get mad", he said, holding back his answer. I assured him I wouldn't get upset. He gave me that "Are you sure" expression. I nodded in approval. He then spoke the words that seemed to describe my most inner desires. The same hidden fantasies that have recently surfaced. They must have been buried in my psyche.

"I think it's idea of seeing you wearing nothing but that tiny bikini bottom in such and intimate atmosphere. You know! Completely relaxed, drinking and socializing with all those strangers at the bar, as if you were completely dressed, but knowing only your perfect butt cheeks and sweet little pussy, are shielded from the stares of those around you. And barely. I might add. The thought of knowing all of those people had an unobstructed view of your adorable little breast and those fantastic nipples, well....it just turns me on, that's all". "But I mean it, Jen", he continued. "I wouldn't want you to have done anything you were not fully comfortable with, but I would have loved to have had that experience, if only once".

I had no idea how to respond to this newest of revelations from my husband. Especially since it seemed to mirror my own recently discovered sexual urges. Fortunately, it wasn't long until we heard Mike calling from the area between our homes. It was a welcome interruption. He had effortlessly made the journey several times and insisted we allow him to do it himself. He was very independent. "We're in the back, Mike", Paul called out. Mike made his way through our back yard and up onto the deck, where he took a seat at the picnic table. Paul gave him a beer and we sat around chatting for a while, as Paul prepared the steaks for the grill.

The two men started talking sports, leaving me to enjoy my reoccurring sexual fantasy. I made my way from the lounge chair to the picnic table, then into the kitchen and back out again, imagining I was topless. I felt so exposed wearing only my small bikini but wanted to feel even more so. Paul seemed right at home in his little speedo as he finished his beer, while asking Mike if he'd like another. Mike said, "Yes", so I immediately offered to take his empty and get him a fresh one. Standing in front of Mike, with my pussy at eye level to the sitting seventy-year-old man, even if he couldn't see me, was intoxicating. I could tell by his demeanor; my husband was enjoying himself immensely as well. I took Mike's empty beer can from him, then Paul's and headed back into the house.

I hadn't had a sip of wine since I asked Paul if he was disappointed that I didn't go topless in the Carribean. I didn't want to say or do anything that I would later have to blame on the alcohol. or worse, didn't remember. I was satisfied with allowing my fantasies to be my 'High" for the evening. The layout of our house kept the kitchen and deck out of the view of anyone around, unless they were trespassing in our back yard. I retrieved two beers from the fridge, placed them on the countertop and decided to throw caution to the wind. I removed my top, placed it on the counter, picked up the two beers and headed out onto the deck before I could change my mind.

My nipples were already at attention before I removed my top. Now I was standing topless out on our deck, as the warmth of the late afternoon sun was assisting in making them completely erect. I stood there practically naked, holding the two cold beers. as my husband could barely contain his approval. I handed Paul his beer, then held out Mike's for him to take. That was the way he preferred it. Immediately I started feeling bad that I was somehow using Mike's handicap for my own sensual pleasure. As had happened earlier, my mouth started saying things that my mind could not control. "Mike!" I blurted out. "Yes, Jennifer", he replied, in his usual fatherly tone, as he took his beer. "Right now, I am topless! I mean I am wearing nothing but my bikini bottoms! I don't know why I am telling you this, except I don't want you to think I would ever hide something from you because you're blind".

Paul and I were both stunned by my public declaration! I covered my breasts with my hands, as we awaited the response from the elderly gentleman from next door. "Oh, Jennifer dear. I certainly appreciate your honesty. I was young once. Don't tell me. You were sunbathing topless, then I arrived. Am I right?", he asked. Paul and I looked at each other in total shock, when I managed to utter the words, "Yes Mike. That's right", feeling quite relieved, as my hands fell from my bare breasts. "Well don't you concern yourself with me, you two", he added. "I wouldn't know or care if you were completely naked!", he said, with a chuckle. Paul looked at me, then down to my bikini bottoms, and shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "Why not take those off too?" I gave him a 'LOOK' that could only be interpreted as a definitive "NO!"

I leaned over and kissed Mike on his cheek, as I whispered in his ear, "Thanks for being so understanding, Mike". He downed the beer I had just handed him, held out the empty in my direction, then asked me for another. There's something you should know about Mike, before you get any preconceived notions about him. Mike is mentally and physically fit. He has all of the faculties of a man ten years his junior, and he's extremely virile. He just happens to be blind. That's all. I was so happy to prance around my husband on our deck while topless. especially since Mike now knew I was. I made my way back to the kitchen with Mike's empty beer can and got him another. I returned from the kitchen and gave Mike his beer, feeling at least some of the arousal that I must have missed out on by not going topless at the outdoor bars in the Carribean.

I continued to deprive myself of my wine since I was only wearing my small yellow bikini bottoms. That didn't stop the boys from having a few more before dinner. Both of them were buzzed, to say the least but having a great time. That was fine with me. I was practically naked in front of both my husband and the sweet older man from next door, and I was "LOVING IT!" We had dinner a bit later, but Paul and Mike seemed more focused on the beer than dinner. They did munch a bit, and that was fine with me. That'll mean we have a "Hangover Brunch" for my two sweet adult delinquents tomorrow.

It was getting close to early dusk when I finished cleaning up. Cleaning up after meals was something Paul and I usually did together, but today was different! I wanted to do it alone! I wanted the thrill of walking back and forth, in and out, and anywhere else that would allow me to continue enjoying the fact that I was practically naked. I loved being in front of Paul and Mike, with nothing but my bikini bottoms, as they continued to party on. "I LOVED IT!" The dishes were done, the food put away and I was watching Paul and Mike enjoying the evening together, through the window in the kitchen. Even if their companionship was fueled by alcohol, I decided an early Nite-cap was needed.

I poured 3 small glasses of cognac, took a deep breath, removed my bikini bottoms and placed them on the counter with my bikini top. I then walked out on the deck, totally naked, holding a tray of drinks. It wasn't long until I was noticed, but it wasn't by my husband. Mike turned in my direction and said, "Jenifer! You've brought us drinks and you've taken your bikini bottoms off!" "PAUL!", I shouted. "You told Mike I was naked?" Paul obviously had no idea what I was talking about based on his expression, when Mike continued, "Jenifer! Honey! I knew you brought us drinks because of the sound of the glasses on the metal tray is instantly recognizable. I also knew you removed your bikini bottoms because I no longer heard the sound of the fabric rubbing together when you walk. You see. When you lose one of your senses, the others become more enhanced. Paul never said a word".

Standing there totally naked in front of Mike, still holding the now rattling tray of drink glasses, as he seemed to know my every move in advance, was nothing short of intimidating. I was feeling so vulnerable as I stood in front of this fully clothed, seventy-year-old blind man, yet my sexual arousal was approaching unknown heights. Mike said, "I don't think I need anything more to drink, Jen. Why don't you have mine. It looks like you could use it. I looked to Paul with this, "What do I do now?" expression on my face. He walked over and took the drink tray from me and placed it on the table. Paul then started to sip his drink, as I grabbed a glass and downed it instantly.

I picked up the remaining glass of cognac, while still standing in front of Mike. I felt unusually relaxed considering I was completely naked yet aroused at the same time. I can see what Caroll meant when she said many of the girls choose to be the subjects of her exhibitions mostly for the thrills. I walked around the deck imagining there were about a dozen or so clothed men and women on our deck. I was casually socializing among those imaginary guests in attendance, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was the only one naked. I could see how this sensation could be addicting.

Mike said he was calling it a night. I offered to walk with him to his house, since he had quite a few beers, His reply would surprise both Paul (who was now in the jacuzzi) and I. "Sure Jenifer", he said. "Will you be staying naked for the walk next door?" Before I could respond, he continued, "I think it'd be great fun taking part in such a daring naked excursion. Just imagine the thrill of it!" I stuttered, as I said, "I don't think that's such a good idea Mike. What if some of our neighbors see me?' He replied, "That's the fun of it! Where's your sense of adventure?", he asked.

Paul called out from the jacuzzi, and added, "Go on Jen. Nobody will see you". Mike then said, "Jenifer. If we run into anyone, we'll just tell them you were using your jacuzzi in the privacy of your own back yard, and I asked if you would see me home. They would realize I wasn't able to see you naked and not think a thing about it". He stood up and walked to the two steps of the deck leading to the back yard, with the confidence of someone who could see. "Well, Jenifer", he said, as he held out his hand. "Will you walk a blind old man home?" The exuberance of my little naked escapade was now turning to anxiety.

Paul nodded in approval as I took Mike's hand, then walked down the two steps to the grass. The evening dew had now covered the lawn and had become a grim reminder of my total exposure, as the wet grass tickled the bottoms of my bare feet. Mike held my hand and started walking toward his house, allowing me no chance to change my mind. I was wishing I had turned off the rear spotlight that was illuminating our back yard, as we continued on our way. He broke the awkward silence, and asked, "Well, Jenifer. How do you feel?" I simply replied, "I can't believe I'm doing this, Mike. I would die of embarrassment if anyone caught me out here like this". Mike just chuckled as we approached his house.

As we arrived at Mike's house, only his front exterior lights were on. Thankfully there were no lights on the side off the house where we were standing. I was telling Mike how I was going wait here while making sure he got into his house safely, when suddenly, the side spotlight lit up the area we were standing. I covered up my tits and pussy in shame using my hands, as I heard a voice coming from the shadows of Mike's back yard. "There you are Dad. I've been looking for you". It was Mike's daughter Sue. I tried to stand behind Mike as she walked up to us. "Dad! What are you doing out here, and why is Jenifer naked?' She then turned to me and asked in a stern voice. "Well, Jen! Why are you naked?" I could only respond by muttering, "Oh. Hi Sue", feeling more humiliated than at any time of my entire life.

I was still covering my tits and pussy with my hands, as my head hung low in utter shame, trying to come up with some reasonable answer, when Mike blurted out, "Susan! Stop the inquisition! Paul and Jenifer were nice enough to have me over for dinner and a few beers. They were using their jacuzzi when I asked Jenifer to walk me home. If they were naked while in the jacuzzi, what difference would that make to me?" He then said, "Thanks for having me over and seeing me home, Jenifer. Tell Paul 'Thank You' for me too. Now go home and rejoin your husband in that miniature pool of yours, and don't let this bother you one bit". I backed away, as Susan continued glaring at me. Once a few feet away, I turned and ran for home.

[FunKelly]

I returned back to our deck in one piece physically, but not so much psychologically. Any and all of the euphoric stimulations I was experiencing while on my naked romp, were now gone. Worse yet, I had forfeited every shred of my dignity and self-respect during the course of my thirty second encounter, with Mike's daughter, Susan. I felt mortified and emotionally desolate. Paul was pretty drunk by now and asked me if Mike got home o.k. I quickly replied, "Yes. He's fine. Susan's there", as I walked into the house. I took another big shot of the cognac, noticing it was about an inch lower in the bottle than when I left to take Mike home, which would explain my husband's drunken state. It was a failed attempt to drink away the utter humiliation of my experience with Susan.

I looked at my yellow bikini, both the top and bottoms, that were on the kitchen countertop, right where I had left them. Another swig of cognac and I started to stare at them defiantly. "So-What! Susan saw me naked!", I thought to myself. "Who cares! It doesn't matter what she thinks! I wasn't doing anything wrong! I was naked in the privacy of my own back yard! It just so happens that her seventy-year-old father, who happens to be blind, was also there! It's not like he saw me naked. (Not to be disrespectful) "In fact, it was his idea for me to stay naked while I walked him home in the first place!", I continued thinking to myself. "It would be great fun taking part in your little naked excursion". Isn't that what Mike said to me? Isn't it?" Why should I feel so ashamed?

"Jen. Are you coming?", Paul called out, from the jacuzzi. "Be right there, honey", I replied. I filled a plastic tumbler full of wine, took one last look at my empty bikini sitting on the countertop, then marched right back out on our deck. I paraded my naked ass around our deck for a minute, all too happy to perform for my husband. I then stepped up on the picnic table, spread my legs shoulder width apart and put my hands on my hips, as if I was some sort of "Naked Superhero". I was sure it was the alcohol fueling the moment, but I didn't care! I didn't even care if some nosy neighbors saw me. Since I was standing on the picnic table, my bare breasts would have been above the six-foot privacy fence that surrounded our deck.

"Paul!", I said, hoping to capture the attention of my inebriated husband, but not loud enough to alert the neighbors. Paul looked up at his naked wife, standing on the picnic table, so I asked him, "Paul. If I had not only taken off my top in the Carribean but took off my bikini bottoms as well, in front of all of those people, what would you have said?" He splashed around in the water of the jacuzzi, and slurred his reply, "I married my wife for all the right reasons", as he slid below the water. The sentiment of his desire for me was interrupted by the fact I thought he might be drowning. I jumped off the table and pulled my drunk husband out of the water. It was then that I saw eight empty beer cans he had stashed in a cooler next to the jacuzzi. I had the evidence but could not prosecute after his touching reply to my question.

I helped Paul into the house, up the stairs and into our bed, after removing his wet speedo. He was out in seconds. I kissed him on the cheek, feeling both sexy and loved. As I was about to leave our bedroom to head downstairs, I noticed my one-piece black bathing suit, sitting on top of my dresser. The same one I had rejected earlier in favor of my yellow bikini. Having been humiliated enough for a lifetime, from my impromptu meeting with Susan, I put it on, knowing I wanted to relax in our jacuzzi with my wine. I headed downstairs, out onto the deck, retrieved my wine and stepped into the jacuzzi. It was now about 8:30 in the evening.

I found myself bored and looking for more sexual stimulation as I sat in the water, mentally re-evaluating my thoughts and behavior from the day. First, I watched Caroll's trailer of the "Level One" girl. That video had me completely mesmerized and was etched in my mind, yet I was at odds between sexual fantasy and sexual reality. Still, I masturbated while watching it over and over again. I had been emotionally crippled from the memory of my unwillingness to remove my bikini top in the Caribbean during our honeymoon, yet I had completely exposed my naked little body to a blind man. I walked that same old man home while in the nude and was rewarded by the most condemning rebuke of my virtue, from his daughter Susan. "Well, Jen. Why are you naked?", I believe she said, with her hands on her hips and a look I had only received from my mother from time to time.

As these thoughts ran through my mind, I realized there wasn't a sound in the air. It was completely silent, and I was in the privacy of our backyard deck. After I started feeling more secure in my isolation, my mind started leaning towards my harmless fantasy of being topless at the Carribean. I got out of the jacuzzi, dried off enough so as not to leave water on my kitchen floor, and filled my tumbler right up to the brim with more wine. As I stepped out on our deck, I started imagining I was at the topless beach bar in the Carribean once again. I pretended I was among two dozen beach goers. There were more men than women, but out of the eight women that were present, only two of them were topless, even though all of the other six were wearing bikinis.

I knew it was Paul's response to my question about "What would you say if I removed my bikini bottom too", that had me feeling so aroused and wishing we were back in the Carribean. I walked around my deck, pretending the picnic table was the outdoor bar, fully equipped with both a male and female bartender. As we partied with our newfound friends, I imagined Paul saying, so all could here, "Jen. Why don't you go put on your bikini so you can go topless too?" All eyes were now on me. I calmly replied, "Honey. It would take me over a half hour to go to our room, change and get back. Maybe tomorrow". That's when one of the topless women said, "You don't need to change. Just take off your suit if you want to go topless".

Standing there on my deck, I truly felt I was in "'The Moment". Of course, I declined the topless women's invitation, but those around me seemed determined to have me remove my one-piece bathing suit in order to go topless at the outdoor bar. Drinking from my tumbler, I pretended to turn down their suggestion, hoping the subject would be dropped, (not really) but it wasn't. Even the bar tenders were telling me it was fine if I removed my bathing suit. I had so tainted my attitude towards public nudity in less than a day, I hungered for my imaginary friends from the outdoor bar to convince me to remove my one-piece bathing suit and remain among them completely naked.

I playfully dismissed their invitations, knowing those around me were determined to have me remove the one-piece suit. After imagining the hopeful look in my husband's eyes, I stood firm as a statue, and allowed the two topless women to assure me it would be fine. They pulled the straps of my suit over my shoulders, then down below my tiny breasts, exposing my erect nipples. They continued to pull my bathing suit past my waist and down to by thighs, revealing the well-trimmed jet-black pubic hair of my pussy. Seconds later, my suit was down at my ankles. I stepped out of the suit in my fantasy, then realized I had removed it myself, and was once again completely naked on our deck.

I continued to wistfully meander around our deck as if I was moving amongst the many beachgoers who were mostly covered, other than the two topless women, who I had imagined removed my bathing suit. Being completely naked among this group of strangers seemed almost real. Just as I was getting into character for my topless bar fantasy, I heard a voice behind me. "Hey Jen". It was Susan. I froze completely, moving only enough to cover my tits and pussy with my hands. "Jen", she continued, as I remained facing in the other direction. "I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I came over to check on Dad and found him holding hands with a naked woman in his side yard. As you can imagine, I was a bit taken back by the moment."

"You and Paul", she continued, "Are the best neighbors my dad could ever have!" I was totally speechless when I heard the ominous sounds of her footsteps, closing in on me from behind. "Jen? Are you listening to me?" Susan asked", as she placed her hands on my bare shoulders, and gently turned me around. She looked down on my naked physic and said "Jen!", If you want to be naked, then be naked!" There's no need to cover that adorable little figure of yours", as she delicately placed my hands by my side, exposing my naked form. I was about to fall to pieces', when she said, "What's this I hear about a bottle of cognac?", looking at me as if we were just two friends hanging out.

I instantly lit up with excitement, but attempted to be perceived as nonchalant, as Susan followed my "Naked Ass" into the kitchen. I poured us each a glass of the French brandy, then She offered up a toast. "To my dad and his awesome neighbors!", she announced, as we drank down the sweet nectar. I emptied the remaining cognac into our glasses and that was soon gone as well. I started to feel more comfortable standing completely naked in front of Sue. Maybe it was because I was inside my own house or maybe it was the gentle way, she got me to relax while being totally naked and exposed. Either way, I was enjoying my nudity, although feeling very vulnerable.

Susan is forty-two years old and has been divorced for about two years. She has one son who is nineteen years old and will be starting his sophomore year in college in the fall. She is 5' 9" tall, weighs about 145 pounds, which she carries well. If I had to guess, I would say her breasts are a size "C", and she has long blonde hair. She's a very beautiful woman. Quite a contrast to my tiny 5' 4", 110-pound frame, size "A" breasts and ultra-short jet-black hair. I tell you this because only moments later, after we realized I was also almost out of wine, she took my hand and pulled me out on the deck and down to the cool wet grass. She tightened her grip on my hand and started heading towards Mike's house, as she said, "Let's go get some more wine. I have a couple bottles of Zinfandel at Dad's.

I complained, "Sue. Let me put some clothes on", as she continued pulling me across our back lawn. "Jen", she replied. "If you can walk my dad home in the nude, you can take the trek again with me. Like I said, if you want to be naked, BE NAKED!" I felt like a naked little toddler being pulled across the beach by my mother, as we walked into Mike's back yard. I then asked her, "Will Mike still be up?" She simply replied, "Does it matter? It's not like he can see that tiny patch of pubic hair on your pussy", as she chuckled and led me into the house through the back door and right into Mike's kitchen. It felt so surreal standing in Mike's kitchen, totally naked. I mean it seemed so absurd that I would be standing here without a stitch of clothing, with only my tiny patch of pubic hair, as Sue had put it, for cover. I was torn between the unrelenting 'Physical Arousal' and the emotions of 'Absolute Vulnerability' and 'Utter Shame'.

It would only be a matter of seconds until I found out that 'Absolute Vulnerability' and 'Utter Shame' would win out. Sue was retrieving a bottle of wine from the refrigerator when I heard a male voice coming from an adjoining room as his footsteps got closer and closer, as he walked up behind me. I was standing against a cabinet with my hands resting on the counter with my bare back, butt cheeks and legs on full display. "Hi mom", I heard Sue's son Kevin say, as he followed up with, "Hey Jen. Jacuzzi night?" Sue placed the wine on the counter, looked at me and mouthed the words, "IF YOU WANT TO BE NAKED, BE NAKED", as she had told me two times before, then turned her attention to Kevin.

"Hi honey. Didn't expect to see you here tonight". Kevin walked up and kissed her on the cheek, having maneuvered himself into a position where he could now see my bare breasts and rock-hard nipples. I was struggling to keep from covering my tits with my hands, as that would have only made the situation appear awkward, since I was naked in the first place. I had to play along with the scenario that I was in our jacuzzi when Jen and I decided to come get a bottle of wine. After all. That's what kind of happened anyway! Sue started asking Kevin how his preparations for going back to college were going, purposely leaving me standing there, naked and mortified.

Their discussion concerning Kevin's plans once he returned to school seemed to go on forever, and I was starting to feel a bit ignored. The most horrid ideas kept popping into my mind. Things like shouting out, "Hello People! I'm naked here!" Even some humiliating comment about my tiny tits or the fact that if I was going to remove so much of my pubic hair, I should've just shaved my entire pussy altogether, would have been welcome. ANYTHING! When they finally ended their discussion, Sue turned to me, and said, "I'm going to go up and check on Dad. I'll be right back", leaving me there totally naked with Kevin, who had made his way back to the side of the kitchen that allowed him once again with an unobstructed view of my bare back, butt cheeks and legs.

It was all I could do to keep from leaning over on the countertop and spreading my legs apart so he could see my pussy lips. I settled for just nonchalantly turning around and putting the palms of my hands on the counter by my sides. "So, are you excited to start another year at school, Kevin?", I asked, giving him a full-frontal view of my naked body. "I guess", he replied, then looked at me and asked, "Is Mom going to use the jacuzzi too, when you two head back over to your house?" I thought the question was odd until he continued. "Ever since the divorce, Mom doesn't go out much. I know she practically stays here in her old room, when I am away at school. She says she needs to help Grandpa, but I know it's because she gets lonely. I'd just like to see her start dating again or get a hobby or something".

Kevin's concern over his mother's emotional well-being, almost made me forget I was naked. That was until his next sentence. "I love the way you trimmed your pubic hair, Jen. It's like a little brunette arrow that says, "Enter Here!" My mouth fell wide open, as I could only respond with a single word, "Kevin!" He smiled and continued, "You have an awesome little body and great nips too! You should come to one of our frat parties. The guys would eat you up! Literally! I mean your pussy that is". I could only give him a stern, disapproving expression, but the reality was that I got exactly what I had wanted. What I was craving for while he and Sue talked about his schooling. Total Humiliation!

The embarrassment of the moment was starting to become overwhelming. I was determined not to cover up, figuring Kevin would only laugh at me, which would only make things worse. Just then, Sue entered the room, and said, "Well Jen. Are we ready?" I had turned back toward the cabinet by this time, once again concealing my pussy from Kevin's view. I was worried she would see how red my face must have been. I couldn't get out the back door fast enough. Halfway back to my deck, Sue asked, "Well?" "Well, what?' I asked. Did you show Kevin your pussy?" "No! Of course not!", I replied. "Did you turn away from the cabinet, even for just a moment?", she asked. "Well, maybe for just a second", I said. Immediately, she interrupted, and said with confidence, "You showed him your pussy".

I was silent, as Sue continued, "I knew Kevin had seen your sweet little ass, along with those shapely legs, Jen. I was there. Let us not forget he had quite a bit of time to study those fantastic nipples of yours. I swear you could hang your keys up on those things", she announced, as my semi-private debasement continued. "I just wasn't sure if you showed him your pussy, but now I know you did", she said, as if my bodily attributes were accessories on a home appliance or a new car purchase. I just kept walking to the relative safety of my deck and jacuzzi, without saying a word.

[FunKelly]

Barely more than an additional three steps were taken on our journey back to my deck, when Susan said, in the most maternal yet somewhat sarcastic tone, "Jenifer! Now don't you dare be "Embarrassed", "Self-Conscious" or worse yet, "Ashamed", that you displayed your pussy for "My Kevin!" Trust me. Kevin has had lots of girlfriends. I'm sure your pussy isn't the first one he's seen. In fact, I'll bet Kevin, being the gentleman he is, never mentioned a single word about you being naked. Well, other than that, "Hey, Jen. Jacuzzi night?", wisecrack, he made when he first walked into the kitchen". Knowing what Keven had said to me about my pubic hair being shaped like an 'Arrow', that pointed to the opening of my pussy, along with his comments about how his Dorm Room buddies would like to perform oral sex on me, when Sue went to check up on her dad, had me completely freaked out about what I was hearing. Still, I remained silent, as we approached my deck.

Once on the deck, I went to reach for my bathing suit, when Sue asked, "What are you doing, Jen? I thought we were going to use the jacuzzi", as she started removing her clothes right there on the deck in front of me. She folded them neatly and placed them on the picnic table. I couldn't take my eyes of her incredible body. I now knew why she was so pre-occupied with the way I trimmed my pubic hair. Her perfectly plump pussy lips were totally clean shaven. She walked up to where I was standing, looked down at me, and asked, "How about some more wine, Jen?" Looking up at the 5' 9" woman, while just inches from her perfectly formed size "C" breasts, made me feel like I was twelve years old again. At least that's how it felt standing face to face with her. With my tiny breasts and my pussy being trimmed the way it was, I looked as though I had just recently reached puberty, and this was my very first small crop of pubic hair. I felt so inconsequential standing in front of the tall, beautiful blonde.

Trying to come to grips with the sudden influx of feelings of inadequacy, I remained frozen yet still standing in front of the naked 42-year-old daughter of my next-door neighbor. Susan looked down on my naked form, and said, "Who would have expected my dad's little neighbor (as she ran her fingers through my short black hair) would turn out to be an exhibitionist?" All I could think was that being labeled an "Exhibitionist" was far better than being labeled a "Slut". Susan walked past me, entered my kitchen, and returned with two wine glasses a moment later. I remained frozen, feeling humiliated yet totally aroused. She poured us each a glass, handed me my glass, then put her glass of wine on the picnic table.

'Unexpected', is the only word to describe the peculiar turn of events that were about to unfold. I was soon to go from feeling "Inadequate" to feeling 'Subjugated', in seconds flat! Sue started twirling my nipples between her forefingers and thumbs, as I attempted to choke up the words, "Sue! What are you doing?", but unable to move an inch. Susan's reply would render me defenseless. "Jenifer. You and Paul moved into this house two years ago, just about the time Kevin's dad and I were finalizing our divorce. We agreed to divorce amicably, after I revealed to him, that although I had fought my inner feelings and desires for years, I was someone other than, "The Susan" he, and others thought they knew. Most importantly! I realized, I needed to be "The Susan", I needed to be! "I AM A LESBIAN, JENIFER!", she declared, as she continued twirling my nipples between her fingers.

I was equally astonished by Susan's decision to share her 'News' with me, as I was about the 'News Itself', yet I was completely sexually aroused for whatever reason, and unable to pull away from her grasp. She looked down on my tiny breasts, still fondling my nipples, and said, "Jenifer! Your nipples are like an elegant pink strawberry topping on those wonderfully milky white pancakes of yours. They're Perfect!" I could only mumble, "I wanted to get breast implants, but Paul was against it". "PAUL WAS RIGHT!", she replied. "JENIFER! You have the body of a '14-year-old Gymnast'! I can see you in a 1/2 size too small leotard. Just enough 'Camel Toe' being displayed, and those silver bullet nipples of yours penetrating the thin material of your suit, as the gym full of people were more interested in your figure than your performance! You stay just the way you are!"

Susan finally released my nipples, picked up her glass of wine, and said, "Well Jen. Join me in the jacuzzi?' I watched as she climbed into the jacuzzi and submerge her awesome naked body into the bubbling water, right up to her neck. The image Sue had portrayed of me wearing an ultra-tight leotard, in a gymnasium full of people, was ingrained in my mind. I was starting to realize that I became aroused at the idea of clothed people looking at me for no other reason than getting a glimpse of my petite body, naked or almost naked. I joined Susan in the jacuzzi, still feeling somewhat aroused.

Sue and I were soaking in the jacuzzi and enjoying our wine, when out of nowhere, she asked, "So Jen. When did you first know?" "Know what?", I asked. "Know that you are an exhibitionist?", she replied. "I'm not an exhibitionist!", I insisted. "O.K. Jen. You've been prancing around the neighborhood completely naked for several hours now, yet you claim you're not and exhibitionist?", was Sue's reply. I immediately argued, "I was not prancing around the neighborhood naked, Sue! I was in the privacy of my own back yard!" She took another sip of her wine, and said, "I guess, 'Technically, when I first discovered you naked with Dad, you were on your own property. I'll give you that one. However, it was your nonchalant demeaner when you were naked in Dad's kitchen with Kevin and I, that made me realize how much you were enjoying the experience. You even made sure Kevin got a good look at your pussy! Ergo, 'Exhibitionist'!"

I took another sip of my wine and remained silent for a moment, as I was contemplating Susan's words, and how they aligned with my actions. Remembering the incredible urge, I had to lean over on their countertop and spread my legs apart so Kevin could see my pussy lips from that vantage point. If I had done that, and he leaned over to get a better look, I'm convinced I would have just spread my legs even further apart and shaken my ass for him. Susan was right. I did want Kevin to see my pussy. In fact, I wanted him to see 'ALL OF ME'! I had never had a single thought or impulse to be naked in front of other people, until I watched that 'Level One' trailer on Caroll's website, just a few hours ago. Now I felt consumed by the idea!" Am I an exhibitionist?", I thought to myself.

Before I could respond to Susan's allegations, she threw me another curve ball. "You know, Jen. I have a friend in the art department down at the community college. He tells me they are always looking for 'Life Models' for their evening classes. Maybe you could indulge your 'Passion' by posing nude for some. That way you could be in a safe environment, and still expose yourself to strangers". "First off, Sue!", I barked. "I don't have a 'Passion' for exposing myself or being naked in front of other people! I could never do something like that! Not that I'd want too anyway!" I immediately started feeling like I had just admitted in some way to both myself and Susan, that I did have a yearning for the taboo activity.

Sue just sat back against the jacuzzi water jets, with this smug expression on her face, and asked, "More wine, Jen?" I got right out of the water, grabbed the bottle of wine and stood outside the jacuzzi as I filled our glasses, with zero concern of being seen standing there naked under the lights of our deck. Granted, only if someone was in our back yard could they have seen me, yet I instantly realized, as Sue also must have, I threw caution to the wind with no regard for modesty whatsoever. It was just at that moment of soul searching, that I heard Kevin's voice again. Once more, he was walking up behind my petite naked body.

"Kevin! You're still here!". Sue called out from the jacuzzi. "Yeah", Kevin replied. "Just thought I'd see what you two were up too before I headed out", I heard, along with his footsteps coming up onto the deck. I wanted to turn around but was afraid Sue would continue her accusations about me harboring some fantasy about being discovered in the nude by someone. Anyone. Sue then said, "Kevin. What do you think of the idea of Jen posing nude for the community college evening art classes?" I froze for a moment, mortified that she was discussing the subject with Kevin, while I stood there totally naked. Kevin's response had me curious about its meaning. "Well mom. She already possesses the necessary attitude about public nudity".

I turned around, giving Kevin his second full frontal view of my naked body, that evening, and sarcastically asked, "What does that mean?", as I put the wine bottle on the picnic table, placed my hands on my hips, and awaited his response. Kevin simply replied, "Shyness or modesty are not the attributes one's looking for when choosing a 'Life Model". "And how would you know?", I asked, feeling confident and somewhat inspired by my nakedness, during our mildly confrontational discussion. "I'm a 'Life Model", Kevin said. "You? "You get 'Naked' for the art students?', I asked, with some doubt in my voice. "No Jenifer", he replied, with some condescension in his tone. "I pose 'In the Nude' for the college's 'Life Model' classes". He then added, "Fifty bucks is fifty bucks", as he snickered.

I was enjoying our playful exchange and wanted the friendly banter to continue, so I asked him, "So Kevin. What's the largest class you've been 'Naked' for?", still leaving his full-frontal view of my naked body, unobstructed. "Nude, Jenifer! We pose 'Nude', not 'Naked'!", he said, observing all I was making available to him. "O.k. Nude", I conceded. "How many?", I asked again. "Most 'Life Model' classes have around ten to fifteen art students, but the most I ever modeled for was twenty-four. The college was running discount coupon for senior citizens". I was so emersed in having a conversation while totally naked, I had all but forgotten Sue was still in the jacuzzi, only feet from her son Kevin and me. The noise of the water jets must have been drowning out any and all other noise, and she made no attempt to interrupt our conversation.

I'm sure it was the alcohol talking, when I giggled, and asked Kevin, "Have you ever gotten an erection while posing?" He calmly replied, "On more than one occasion, Jen. See, you women have an advantage over us men in that regard. If you get stimulated by the surroundings of a 'Life Model' class, other than your nipples becoming erect, the artists can't tell you are totally turned on. It's a bit different for us men. When it happens, I just turn to a point in the room, focus on that point and think about anything that is not sexual. My class schedule or part time job for instance, until it passes". I sat up on the top of the picnic table, as Kevin had maneuvered himself in front of me, while Sue remained silent in the jacuzzi behind us.

With my feet on the bench of the picnic table and my bare ass sitting on the hard wood surface of the tabletop, I spread my legs just far enough apart to leave my pussy in Kevin's field of vision, as we continued talking about 'Life Modeling'. It wouldn't have mattered what we were talking about. All I knew was I felt completely relaxed yet on the verge of total titillation, at the same time. Is that even possible? I noticed Kevin glancing over my shoulder toward his mother, but I felt it was Sue who had put these ideas in my head, and therefore I was going to explore them. If she has a problem with the fact that I was exposing myself to her son, she had every opportunity to say something about it.

Keeping my pussy on display, I said, "So Kevin. What other advice can you share with me, should I decide to pose for some of the college's 'Life Modeling' art classes?" Kevin's answer, and our forthcoming disagreement about his delivery process, would evolve in such a short time, that I was ill prepared. "Well first off, Jen", he said, "You can't have a little furry pubic hair arrow that points to the opening of your vagina, as if to say, "Enter Here!" I looked at Kevin in horror, then spread my legs even further apart and looked down at my pubic hair, and inquired, in an insulted tone, "What's wrong with my pubic hair?" I almost died of embarrassment, when Kevin replied. "Jenifer! These students are the next generation of artist! Not the next generation of porn peddlers! You need to grow a full pubic bush or shave your pussy altogether!" I felt so humiliated as I heard Susan giggling in the background.

I closed my legs together in shame, as Kevin said, "Jenifer. You have a wonderful figure for 'Life Modeling'. Now you need to develop the proper attitude. That's my advice to you", as he walked back to Mike's house, leaving me sitting there naked and utterly ashamed. I heard Susan getting out of the jacuzzi, which prompted me to turn my head around, but still shielding the naked body I was so happy to display only moments earlier. She picked up her clothes, then stood in front of me. I was so afraid of what she might say, until she just kissed me on the cheek, and said, "it's all part of the 'Exhibitionist Experience', Jen", as I watched her still naked and soaking wet body walk off my deck and towards her father's house.

[FunKelly]

Sitting alone on the picnic table, still naked, I felt this cloak of guilt and shame envelope me. I had not only humiliated myself in front of my neighbor's daughter and his grandson, for no other reason than a cheap thrill, but I had offended Kevin with my cavalier attitude toward 'Life Modeling', which he apparently took very seriously. I got up and walked into the house and decided I should check on Paul. After all, he was pretty drunk when I helped him to bed earlier. I reached the top of the stairs and could hear him snoring from down the hall. I made an about face and went back down to the kitchen.

For whatever reason, I went back out on the deck, and sat back on top of the picnic table, still feeling emotionally shallow, concerning my dismissiveness of the importance of 'Life Modeling'. Kevin was right. I had turned something that was a centuries old, respected art form and turned it into something cheap and dirty, even though he never actually said that. I felt so sheepish and penitent about the entire situation, but I would have to wait, if I were to make amends with both Kevin and Susan. I started to clean up the deck, when it hit me. "Wait a minute!" I thought to myself. "Yes, it is true that I was completely naked in Mike's kitchen when Kevin first walked in, but it was Susan who had dragged my naked ass across my back lawn to Mike's house! I had no idea Kevin would be there! She was the reason he saw me totally naked in his grandfather's kitchen in the first place!

Granted, I made no attempt to cover my tits while Kevin and Susan carried out their ten-minute conversation about his schooling, while I remained so exposed, but no one ever offered me a towel or anything else to cover my nakedness! Although I must admit the idea of me leaning over on Mike's countertop and spreading my legs so Kevin could get a good look at my ass and pussy. did aroused me, but I didn't do it! Not to mention that after I turned around giving him a full-frontal view of my naked physique, as I asked him about college, he was the one to make the sexual innuendoes about my "Enter Here" pubic hair arrow, that pointed to the opening of my pussy! He was also the one to make a comment about my erect nipples and told me how his college buddies would love to eat me up, referring them performing oral sex on my pussy!

As I attempted to justify my abhorrent conduct of the last several hours or so to myself, I felt a cool breeze sweep across my naked form, re-invigorating my libido. The way I had disgraced myself only minutes before, should have been a lesson to me, but I found myself unable to put on any sort of cover over my naked flesh. Not even a towel. My imagination started picking up where it had left off earlier, when I used the door jamb of our bedroom to portray the two posts I was bound too, while blindfolded, like the girl in the 'Level One' trailer. I had imagined Caroll had masturbated me to an orgasm in front of the twenty-four plus well-dressed spectators, and now it was time for the blindfold to come off.

Regardless of how reprehensible my behavior from the time I viewed that 'Level One' trailer, posted on Caroll's website, right up until now had been, the burning desire to envision myself in that position was irrepressible. I took another swig of wine and sat on the table, much as the girl in the trailer had during her post orgasm interview. I pretended I had been brought to orgasm by Caroll, since my own moral code had prevented me from climaxing a second time, earlier in the day. I continued with my fantasy and pretended Caroll had removed the blindfold, allowing me to observe the well dressed, masked and cheering audience, that had just witnessed me being brought to orgasm. I was now able to understand how that girl in the trailer must have felt, as she gave her little interview. I found myself unable to stop smiling, as this group of strangers continued applauding me, as Caroll led me to and adjoining room where 'MY" post orgasm interview would take place.

The usual emotions of shame and humiliation were still very present but seemed overshadowed by the feeling of empowerment. The exhilaration of being the only one naked, surrounded by people who had just witnessed Caroll perform the most private and intimate of female activities on me, was incredibly intense! I was rapidly becoming addicted to the sensation. Happy my psychological justification of the day's events, had allowed me to continue my little fantasy out on our deck, I pictured a fully clothed female interviewer sitting across from me, as I remained totally naked and covered in my own sweat. I pretended there were also two camera men filming the entire interaction between us, from several different angles. The euphoria was uncontrollable as I awaited the interviewer's first question.

I was visualizing the female interviewer asking me, "Jenifer. I hear this is your first time performing at one of these exhibitions. How did it feel, once you were bound totally naked to the posts and blindfolded, knowing you were completely on display for all to witness?" Making sure I kept a smile on my face, I answered, "Since, I could only hear the audience, and not see them, and being restrained the way I was, I felt incredibly helpless and vulnerable, which only served to heighten the experience for me!", as I rocked from side to side, still displaying an attitude of confidence and grinning from ear to ear. I continued imagining the interviewer was asking the questions, and I was answering them. I had worked myself to the height of titillation, but I wanted more. I Needed More!

I sank to the lowest level of my depravity, as I envisioned Caroll walking up and standing beside me, right smack in the middle of the interview. The room was silent as she slid her fingers into my pussy, which of course were my own fingers. I looked up at her, and asked, "Caroll, what are you doing?" "Just taking your temperature, dear. Now relax", as she massaged my clitoris, right there in front of the interviewer and both camera men. I was so horny, I made no attempt to stop her, no matter how inappropriate the encounter seemed to be. Caroll then announced, "Someone is extremely moist down here. I think she'd like to experience another orgasm!" By this time, I was feverishly working my clit until I let out a screech, then climaxed right there on our deck, sitting on the picnic table.

I laid back on the table, exhausted from the physical, mental and emotional tolls of the day's events. Yet! There I was! Pretty much drunk, not to mention.... 'STARK NAKED!', as I laid on my back, looking up at the stars. All I could think about was "How could I have gone from a woman who was unable to remove her bikini top in front of complete strangers, while vacationing in the Carribean with her husband only weeks ago, to this person who had exposed her fully naked body to her 70-year-old, blind neighbor, his divorced 42-year-old "Lesbian" daughter, and 19-year-old "Life Model" grandson! And all within two hours! "HOW?", I asked myself", still naked and looking up at the stairs.

I snapped out of my fog, then made my way to the jacuzzi and stepped in. I found myself rubbing my entire body with my hands, as if I was attempting to scrub off some imaginary film of immorality, left over from my evening of debauchery. The task seemed pointless, so I got out of the jacuzzi and turned off the jets. I then noticed the two dry, folded towels that neither Paul nor I had used. They were right where I placed them when we came out onto the deck this afternoon. "That says it all", I thoughted to myself, as I picked one up and dried myself off.

I then made my way up to our bedroom. Paul had thankfully stopped snoring, so I crawled into our bed, still pondering the choices I had made during the day. I laid in our bed revisiting the events of the evening and wondering where the motivation to expose myself came from. Was it some hidden desire that has been buried in my psyche, and was now revealing itself, or just a random set of circumstances? I was feeling ashamed of my behavior yet fulfilled in some way, at the same time. I was finally able to fall asleep.

The next morning, I woke to the sound of the lawn mower, outside our bedroom window. I looked out to see what I had fully expected to see. Paul was cutting the grass, wearing nothing but his tiny speedo and his sneakers, which was his habit to do. You see, we live at the end of a dead-end street. Mike's house is the last one on the right and the closest one to ours. The last house on the left was situated over three hundred feet up the street and was owned by a middle-aged man who spent most of his time on the road for his work.

Paul had spent four years on the swim team in college, so was used to being surrounded by coaches, family, friends, other swimmers, not to mention the spectators, while so scantly covered. I think that is what allowed him to be so comfortable wearing only the small, snug briefs in public. Who knows! Maybe it turned him on to parade around while being so exposed! Like I mentioned earlier, he has the body for it. Paul is 5' 10" tall, and 175 pounds. His body is that of a swimmer's. He's slender, well-toned and very fit. Either way, I always enjoyed watching my sexy husband cut the grass in that little thing.

I put on my white, cut off tank top, that barely comes down past my breasts, and a pair of white, low-cut cotton panties and walked down to the kitchen. Paul likes it when I dress this way around the house. I made myself a cup of coffee and walked out onto the deck, since Paul was now cutting the grass in the back yard. I picked up the empty beer cans and wine bottle and continued to clean up our deck. I then started a load of laundry. Paul finished cutting the grass, so I joined him on the deck, now with my second cup of coffee. We were sitting at the picnic table when Paul asked the question I knew was coming, and also knew needed to be answered.

"Sorry I passed out so early, Jen", he said, before continuing. "So how was the rest of your evening?", he asked. "Well, like I told you last night, Sue was at Mike's when I walked him home. 'Totally Naked' I might add, thanks to you", I replied. "What did she say?", he asked, as he chuckled. "Nothing really", I responded. "She just looked at me, and seemed a bit upset at first. Then she came over a short while later and asked if she could have a glass of cognac. Mike had told her we had some over here. We each drank down our glasses, then emptied the remaining cognac into them, and finished it off". "Were you still naked?", he asked, attempting to conceal his excitement, but not doing a very good job of it. "Yes, Paul. I was still naked", I replied, rolling my eyes, indicating that he was making it a bigger deal than it really was.

I knew I had to tell Paul that Kevin had seen me naked. If I didn't, and it came out later, he would think I was hiding something from him. I decided now was the time to tell him. Leaving out a few bits and pieces of the story, I continued, "After the cognac was gone and I was almost out of wine, Sue told me she had some wine at Mike's house. I assumed she was going to run over and get it, then come back. I couldn't have been more wrong. She grabbed my hand and started leading me back over to Mike's house". "While you were still naked?", Paul asked. He showed no signs of being the slightest bit upset or jealous, while he awaited my answer. If anything, he seemed elated in his anticipation of my response. "Yes, Paul, While I was still naked", I replied, once again rolling my eyes.

"Sue's much bigger than I am, Paul", I started. "I felt like a toddler being pulled along by her mother, as I argued that I needed to put some clothes on. She just tightened her grip on my hand, and said, "If you can walk my dad home while naked, you can walk me there while naked as well. Besides, Dad's already in bed", as she continued to pull me along". I started to notice a bulge in Paul's speedo, which put me somewhat at ease as I continued my story. "When we were in Mike's kitchen", I started. Paul interrupted me, and asked, with even more enthusiasm in his voice, "You went in Mike's house totally naked?" "Paul!", I snapped. "None of this would have even happened, if you hadn't insisted, I walk Mike home, when I was still naked!" His expression was one of a little boy after being scolded by a parent.

I was trying to deflect some of the blame, as I got closer to the part where Kevin saw me completely naked. I was telling Paul how Sue was getting a bottle of wine from the refrigerator, as I was standing up against the kitchen cabinet, when I continued, "Now Paul. Don't get upset, but while we were in the kitchen, Kevin walked in". Before he could respond, I said, "Kevin must have shown up when Sue was over here! Neither of us even knew he was there!" I started to think Paul was getting mad, when he said, in a frustrated tone "Damn! And I missed it!" Although I was a bit concerned that my husband was upset, because he didn't get to witness his neighbor's 19-year-old grandson, viewing his naked wife's body, I was relieved he was not perturbed with me.

"What did Kevin say when he saw you were naked?", Paul asked. "All he said was "Jacuzzi night, Jen?", very nonchalantly, I might add", was my reply. "So how long were you at Mike's?", Paul asked, trying not to appear totally aroused by my little story of the evening's events. I looked down to see his bulge was now a full-blown erection, and barked, "Paul! I can't believe you're getting 'Turned On' hearing about the most humiliating moment of my entire life! What's wrong with you?" "Come on, Jen. It couldn't have been all that bad. So what? Kevin saw you naked", was his casual response. I just shook my head, and said, "To answer your question, Sue and I left Mike's only a moment later and came back here". I know! I know! That statement wasn't entirely true, but I felt I had given Paul enough information, without getting us into an argument.

I continued with my story, noticing Paul's erection had subsided a bit. Probably because I yelled at him. I went on to say, "I hopped back into the jacuzzi, while Sue stripped off all of her clothes, and joined me". "Sue got naked too?", he fervently asked. "Yes, Paul. She didn't have a bathing suit with her, so she wisely removed her clothes before getting in the water. That's usually how it's done", I said, somewhat sarcastically. Feeling like I was being a bit hard on my husband, I decided to throw him a little tidbit to chew on. "That's when she told me she was a lesbian!", I announced. "Sue's a lesbian?", he asked. "Yes Paul. She's a lesbian. She told me she had gotten tired of living a double life, so she and Kevin's father decided to have an amicable divorce".

Even though all this was a lot for Paul to take in at one time, I decided to 'Up the Stakes' a bit. I waited for Paul to lead in with the right question, so I could spring Sue's idea of me posing naked for the evening 'Life Modeling' classes at the community college, on him. I needed to know his position on the subject. Not because I was considering doing it, but to satisfy my curiosity about my husband's desire to see me naked in front of other people. How far would he want me to go? I didn't have long to wait. "What else did you girls talk about?", was his next question. "Well, since Sue discovered me naked, while I was walking Mike home, "again thanks to you", she seems to think I'm some sort of exhibitionist. She even used that word", I said. "She kept telling me about her friend in the Art Department down at the community college. She must have told me at least three times, they were looking for 'Life Models' for the evening classes at the school". Paul was practically drooling on himself.

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I must give Paul credit. He fought back his excitement, and quietly asked, "Are you considering it, Jen?" "Of course not!", I replied, studying his demeanor to see if he was relieved or disappointed. He was definitely disappointed. Needing to know my husband's inner desires, I removed my cut off tank top and sat before him, wearing only my panties, and said, "Paul. I want you to answer something for me". He looked at my breasts, and said, "Sure, Jen. Anything". "Paul. What would your reaction have been if I had removed my top in the Carribean?" His response was quick and truthful. Believe me, I could tell. "Jen. I would have asked you to take a walk down the beach with me, hoping we accidentally ran into someone we knew. Anyone!", he exclaimed!

"Why?", I asked. He simply replied, "Anyone who has a wife as hot as you, Jen, has this fantasy. Well, I'm sure many do. There's just something about other people seeing your hot naked, or almost naked body, but unable to touch you, is appealing to me". I never considered my petite frame, with tiny breasts, along with my little boy haircut, hot. Cute maybe, but definitely not hot. It felt good to know that my husband viewed me that way. Just then, we heard Sue and Kevin talking, as they were walking across our back yard and approaching our deck. I scrambled to put on my tank top, when I noticed Paul's expression turned from elation to disappointment in a second. I decided to let my husband have his little fantasy and placed the top on the bench of the picnic table. After all. Both Sue and Kevin had seen me naked, only the night before.

As they stepped up onto the deck, I stood and faced them, wearing nothing but my low-cut, white cotton panties, and said, "Hey Guys. What brings you by today?' Paul stood up to say hello to Susan and shake Kevin's hand, then sat back down. I was so relieved he wasn't sporting an erection at the time, as he was obviously having trouble concealing his excitement. But after Paul's admission that he would enjoy exposing his 'Hot Wife' in a 'Look, But Don't Touch' atmosphere, I was happy to oblige in helping make his wish come true. It is definitely less stressful to be naked in front of other people who are dressed, when you're primed with alcohol, like I had been last night. It was a bit more intimidating wearing only panties in front of Susan and Kevin now that it was daytime, and without the cover of nightfall, but I resisted the urge to cover up, allowing my husband to enjoy his little fantasy. I asked Sue and Kevin if they'd like some coffee, as I picked up the tank top and brought it into the kitchen.

Deciding to give my husband even more of a treat, I pulled up the back of my panties, giving my pussy a little camel-toe effect, and immediately returned to the deck. I placed the palms of hands on my butt cheeks, fingers pointing down, giving all three of them an unobstructed view of my scantily clad body. I then said, "You guys didn't answer me. What brings you by today?", with the confidence of a fully clothed person. Paul was beaming, and so were my nipples! My little soldiers were at full attention by this time. The feeling was both fulfilling, yet a bit humbling, as I displayed them for Susan and Kevin, right in front of my husband. Being outdoors and in broad daylight, had me feeling somewhat embarrassed as well. The following reality, I must mention to you. The absence of any alcohol allowed my mind to realize on how inappropriate standing in front of Kevin and Susan, wearing only my panties, truly was. Nevertheless, I was happy and willing to do it for my husband, and the experience was once again intoxicating.

I became anxious, when Kevin said, "Jenifer. There's something I'd like to talk to you about, if you have a moment". Hoping he wasn't about to reveal more of the story from the previous evening, than I had already confessed, I nervously replied, "What is it, Kevin?", standing on pins and needles, while waiting for his response. He replied by saying, "Professor Lynch from the art department, down at the community college called me an hour ago. There are a few students that need extra credit from last year, before returning to school for the fall semester. He was hoping I could pose at 1:00 today, which I assured him I would. The problem is that the amount of extra credit these students need, requires more than a single subject. In order to advance in the "Charcoal Drawing" curriculum, they must have two models. I called some model friends I know, but it's too last minute, and they all have plans".

There wasn't a single one of us that didn't know where this was leading up to. Before I could decline the invitation, Paul said, out loud, "Why don't you do it, Jen? Help the poor kids out". I looked at him with daggers, and asked, "Honey. Can I see you in the kitchen for a moment?", as I turned and walked into the house. Paul was right behind me, when I turned around, and quietly said, "Paul. I appreciate you have your little fantasies; we all do. I also appreciate that you see me as your 'Hot Little Wife". I really do. But honey, it's not like they'd allow you to sit in the class and watch". His reply would floor me.

"I know that! But if you model for the class this afternoon, I can go play another round of golf". I stood back and looked at my husband in horror, as the tone of my voice was now elevated, and said, "So you're fine with me standing 'Stark Naked' in front of a bunch of people, who happen to have 'Their' clothes on, just so you can play golf? Are you kidding me?" It was then that I heard Kevin call out, "There's only a few students, Jen. And it's 'Nude. We pose 'Nude', not 'Naked'." "Shut up Kevin!", I shouted, as Paul and I continued our little discussion. I could tell by the expression on Paul's face that he knew, 'He Really Screwed Up'! I took a deep breath, and quietly reminded him, "Paul. Have I ever prevented you from playing golf?" The look on his face was that of a contrite little boy.

For whatever reason, I decided to let the big doofus off the hook. "You go play golf honey, and I'll text you if I decide to model. O.k.?" I walked back out onto the deck, still wearing only my panties, as Paul headed up to shower and get ready for his golf game. Susan and Kevin both had those expressions of 'Someone who wanted nothing to do this the most recent turn of events', on their faces. I looked at Kevin, and said, "Kevin, I'll go to the class with you, but if I decide not to pose, you better not try to make me feel bad about it. Deal?" He reached out his hand, shook mine, and replied, Deal". Believe it or not, I asked him, "What do I wear?" The expressions on both their faces, told me the obvious answer. "Oh right. I won't be wearing anything", I sheepishly said.

I pulled Susan to the side, and whispered in her ear, "I think I really want to try this 'Life Modeling' thing. What you heard from inside was just an act, so my husband believes he's the one that pushed me into this. It never hurts to have the upper hand in a situation like this". Sue just laughed, and said, "Kevin will meet you at the college at 12:45. It was 10:30 a.m. when both Kevin and Sue walked back towards Mike's house. I couldn't have felt more anxious and uptight, yet I was eagerly anticipating my first nude posing opportunity. The woman standing on this deck, wearing nothing but her white cotton panties, was certainly not the same woman who was standing here yesterday, at this time. Paul was soon off to his golf game, and I was preparing to shower, when my cell phone rang. The caller I.D. told me it was Susan. I picked up, and said, "Oh high Sue. What's up?' "Don't forget to shave your pussy", Kevin said, as he was laughing. "KEVIN!", I screamed, "Don't be such a child!", as I hung up my phone.

I took a shower and shaved my pussy, which I would have forgotten to do, if it wasn't for Kevin's weird phone call. I then started to get dressed. I had chosen a bra, panties, sundress and sandals for my attire. I took a deep breath, walked to my car, then headed across town to the local community college, full of both anticipation and apprehension. I met Kevin in the parking lot and we both started to walk together into the building, and up the stairs to the third floor of the "Art Department" wing of the campus. I nervously asked him, "Is there anything I really need to know, Kevin?" He then laid out the normal sequence of events when 'Life Modeling' for an art class. "First we'll meet the instructor, who will take a moment to explain his or her idea for the pose. Then we'll go to our changing rooms, get undressed and put on the robes, that are provided by the school. Once we arrive at the modeling area, we remove our robes, then take the pose exactly as the instructor explains it.

Whatever you do, have no communication with any of the artists whatsoever. Any familiarity between an artist and model, compromises the artwork itself. We will pose for ten minutes, then take a break for five. That's one hour for the class and forty minutes actually posing. Today is a double, so we'll pose and break as usual, but for a two-hour duration, instead of one. That's why we'll each make a hundred dollars today. And that's about it", he said, with a smile, as we prepared to enter classroom #305. Once we entered, I noticed 4 student artists. One male and three females. They were setting up their easels, and preparing their paper supplies and charcoal pencils, while practically ignoring us. Kevin just looked down at me, and shrugged his shoulders, as if to say, "Told you".

There was a wing back chair, covered in a dark gray blanket, positioned in the modeling area, so I asked Kevin what it was for. He replied, Maybe the instructor plans to have you bent over my knees, so I can give you a spanking", as he started to laugh. "Kevin! That's not funny!", I said, in a very low, yet very stern tone. Please don't forget this is my first time. I'm anxious enough". Kevin, smiled again, and said, "I'm sorry, Jen. I was just messing with you. Won't happen again. I promise". Shortly after our 'Not So Grand' entrance into the classroom, we could hear the clacking of footsteps heading our way. You know. The noise older people's shoes make when they walk. Just then, an old woman walked into the classroom.

She was short, about 5' 2" tall, and must have been at least seventy years old, if not older. She was wearing a dark blue floral pattern dress that came down below her knees, complete with a white apron. Her patent leather shoes were the source of the clacking I had heard. Well, we all heard. It was impossible not to. She said hello to Kevin, who she apparently knew, then greeted me, and introduced herself as Mrs. Slate. I can only compare her appearance to that of "Grandma Walton" from the old television show, and I would soon find out she was every bit as feisty. As she looked me over through her little granny glasses, a big smile came across her face, which I interpreted to be a good thing.

She announced to the few students in the mid-summer class, along to Kevin and me, that the theme of the pose was going to be from 'First Century Rome'. She looked at Kevin and I, and said, "Why don't you two get ready", while I give the students some last-minute instructions. Kevin led me to the two changing rooms that were side by side at the opposite end of the room from the modeling area. He entered the one on the right, and I entered the one on the left. The changing rooms were semi-private since the partition separating them didn't go all the way up to the ceiling, allowing those preparing to model enough privacy yet still able to communicate with each other, for whatever reason. I was down to my panties when I noticed, there was no robe hanging in my changing room. Just a few empty hangers on a clothes rod.

I whispered over the partition to Kevin, and said, "Kevin. There's no robe in here". He replied, "There's not one in here either. I heard him crack the door and call out, "Mrs. Slate. There are no robes in here". Her response had me trembling and getting ready to dress and run out of the place. "Oh Kevin. I forgot. It's Sunday. All the robes are sent to the laundry on Saturday night, and brough back on Monday morning. It's a small class, can you make do?" I glared at Kevin as he looked over the partition at me. "Kevin! What did you get me into?", I snarled, in a tone too low for others to hear. He was as dumfounded as I was over the situation.

He made a second attempt and called out to Mrs. Slate again. Mrs. Slate. Are there any towels around, maybe in the locker rooms or something. Her second reply was as callous as her first. "Kevin. I am truly sorry, but can you two make do for just this one small class?" I glared at him as I removed my panties, saying, "I can't believe this, Kevin! I really can't!" We both took a deep breath and exited our changing rooms totally naked, with not as much as a handkerchief for cover. Mrs. Slate took one look at my naked body, and said, "Kevin. Bring her over here!", as she was smiling ear to ear. She took my hands, looked over my naked body, and said, "Jenifer! You are adorable! You're like a little Peter Pan, but with a vagina!" She then looked down at my pussy, and said, "OH...And look. It's as shiny as a new penny", referring to my completely bald pussy lips. I was mortified! "You're perfect for the roll of the first century Roman servant girl!", she said, still smiling.

Having no idea what she was talking about, I looked up to Kevin, knowing my eyes, said it all. "Really, Kevin! A little Peter Pan, but with a vagina, that's as shiny as a new penny? Are you fucking kidding me?", was the message my eyes were sending. There was no doubt Mrs. Slate's reference was due to my little boy haircut, but the public episode was thoroughly and completely humiliating, just the same. She finally let go of my hands and led Kevin and I to the modeling area. "O.k. Kevin. I want you to sit in this chair here. You will be representing an affluent first century Roman citizen. Jenifer. You will be the young female house servant, looking to garnish his favor, in hopes of elevating your own social status, which was a common practice in that day". I was now officially lost and confused but continued to listen to her instructions intently.

Mrs. Slate started her instructions with Kevin first. As I waited my turn, I couldn't help but notice what a nice body he had. This was the first time I actually had a chance to really observe his naked physique. Mrs. Slate then said, "Kevin. I want you to sit back in this chair. Now put your left forearm on the armrest, place your right hand on your right knee, and turn your head slightly to the left. Now place your feet 24 inches apart". Kevin did exactly as he was instructed. What happened next would have me questioning the idea of 'Fair Play' for years to come. Mrs. Slate placed a toga over Kevin's left shoulder, keeping it to his left side, so his bare chest was exposed. She arranged it on his lap, concealing his penis, but not much more.

She then gave all of us a short history lesson so we could understand the characters behind the drawings. At least that's what she said. All I knew was Kevin now had a toga to conceal his penis, yet my recently shaven, bald pussy was still on display for all to see. I had crossed my arms and was facing away from the classroom door. which had been left open. I was trying to pay attention but became completely distracted by the open door. "Why doesn't she close the damn door?", I thought to myself, as I became more and more uneasy, and feeling extremely vulnerable, being the only one left 'Naked' in the room, with no cover whatsoever. Just then, Mrs. Slate said, "Jenifer. Come here please dear".

The only reason I didn't evaporate into dust right there at that moment from the humiliation of the experience, was that the four students who needed the extra credit points to move on with their education, were all much younger than me. Trust me. I wasn't being all haughty or proud because I was older than them, but having an advantage, no matter how small, when you are the only one naked in a room, helps you mentally get through it. I walked up to Mrs. Slate and awaited my instructions, that were soon to follow. "Jenifer", she said. "I want you to imagine that you are a first century house servant, in an affluent household. You're master has a lot of power and connections. You, unfortunately have nothing but your body. I want you to portray that young girl, and really feel her struggle", She said.

It was at that very moment, that I truly thought I understood the difference between "Art" and pornography. I followed her every instruction, no matter how inappropriate it seemed to me. She told me to stand facing Kevin and spread my feet an inch or two further apart than his. I stood where she told me and awaited further direction, ignoring Kevin all together. "Now, Jenifer. I want you to lean over and place your right hand on Kevin's left knee". I felt like I was in a game of Twister but did as I was instructed. "Now place your left hand on his right hand", she said, which was already placed on his right knee. Again, I did as I was instructed with no questions asked. I now found myself leaning over, with my legs spread apart, leaving my ass and pussy lips on total display, much as I had wanted to do last night, but without the alcohol to entice me, and calm my nerves. There was no more compromising position Mrs. Slate could have chosen.

"Now Jenifer", "You look at Kevin", she said. "And Kevin, you look just a little to your left. We want the feeling that the young female house servant, is seducing the forbidding, disagreeable wealthy landowner, and it's working. The servant girl's left hand still resting on the affluent Roman citizen's right hand, is proof of that. There's an intimacy there. Can you feel it class", she asked, out loud. As everyone else agreed, I felt like I was about to collapse from the weight of the indignity of my position and the situation altogether. That's when Mrs. Slate said, "Oh Jenifer. I almost forgot. I have something for you to wear too". I felt so relieved until she walked over and placed a floral wreath on my head. "This would have been worn by many of the servant girls in that day", she said. I was hoping for some shred of fabric to conceal some portion, any portion, of my naked body. The wreath only served to make the humiliation and disappointment of my present circumstances that much worse. Somehow, I managed to remain steadfast in my position, regardless of how amiss and inappropriate, it all seemed to me.

Mrs. Slate had the four students placed equally apart in a semi-circle around us, which I guess was better than four sets of eyes staring right at the open gap between my thighs. She then instructed to class to commence with their drawings. Kevin whispered, oh so quietly, and said, "I have an almost perfect view of those magnificent nipples of yours, Jen". Remaining in my position, I responded by digging my nails into his left knee and right hand, until he quietly relented. "O.k. O.k. O.k. I'm sorry", was all he could whisper. His little comment did have an effect on me though. The knowledge of his perspective of my erect nipples and knowing my ass and pussy lips were practically being publicized to anyone within viewing distance, was getting me aroused.

I couldn't believe I was actually posing 'In the Nude' for an art class, no matter how small the class was. Even the provocative position Mrs. Slate had chosen for me, was now starting to become somewhat stimulating. Somehow, I started to enjoy the experience, regardless of the shame and humiliation that I knew would inevitably accompany it. When you are naked in front of clothed people, no matter how many, that prospect is never far off. Mrs. Slate announced it was time for a break, so Kevin and I got up to stretch, while the students continued to work on their drawings. I found myself, to a certain degree, at ease concerning the lack of robes, normally used by the models while on break. I mean really! There is nothing more anyone in the room could possibly see of me. Right?

Kevin and I were hanging out by the changing rooms when I did express one area of concern I had. "Kevin. Why hasn't Mrs. Slate closed the classroom door yet?", I asked. He simply replied, "Jenifer. We are in the art wing of the college. Students don't come up here hoping to get a glimpse of a nude model. That just doesn't happen. Anyone who walks by or enters the room, is here for one purpose and one purpose only. Art. The classroom doors are rarely closed even during a time when a modeling class is in session". Although his reply did answer my question for me, my sense of exposure and vulnerability would most likely remain heightened, as long as that door remained open. It just seemed so immodest and undignified to me.

Mrs. Slate announced she was ready for Kevin and me to resume our poses, so we nonchalantly walked back over and retook our positions for segment #2. I could tell that each time I had to bend over and spread my legs apart, revealing my bare ass and clean-shaven pussy lips, was going to be a challenge. It's like experiencing an 'Indignity' over and over again. I wasn't sure if I was ever going to get used to that. Segments 2, 3 and 4 when on without incident. We were now officially halfway through our modeling session, and I was completely relaxed but keeping myself semi-aroused using my thoughts.

It was when Kevin and I were on our 4th break, that things would take a turn for the worse. While we were back by the changing rooms, a man and a woman walked into the classroom. I froze like a deer in the headlights. Kevin whispered, "Steady. Steady, Jen. That's Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan. They both teach the evening 'Life Modeling' classes here. Those classes are for the area residents mostly, although some students take advantage of the additional time and experience, to perfect their craft". Mrs. Slate greeted them at the door then turned towards me, and said, "Jenifer dear. Would you come here for a moment?" I walked over slowly, feeling like I was about to receive some reprimand or punishment.

As I neared the two strangers, Mrs. Slate said, "This is Jenifer", addressing them. She then turned to me, and said, "Jenifer this is Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan. They are both art instructors here at the college, and they're searching for 'Life Models' for the evening classes, so I called them while you were posing. I hope you don't mind". I almost died of embarrassment, as I met the couple while totally naked. I felt like I was under a microscope. I shook hands with the tall couple, who appeared to be in their late forties, feeling I was being viewed as some ten-year-old girl, due to my height, weight, breasts size, hair style and of course, my completely hairless pussy. I felt so insignificant and incredibly exposed and vulnerable, as I heard Mrs. Slate say, "I do apologize to you two. All of the robes are down in the laundry until tomorrow". "Apologize! Apologize? To them?", I thought to myself. She didn't have the foresight to retain two lousy robes for Kevin and me, now she's apologizing to the fully clothed art instructors! "How about apologizing to the 'Stark-Naked' girl with the bald pussy, that's been on display for everyone for well over an hour!", I again, thought to myself.

There was a reprieve in my very public degradation, as Mrs. Slate looked at her watch, and said, "Jenifer. You may return to your position now", as if she were a teacher, telling a grade school student to return to her desk. Kevin was already sitting in the chair with his toga in place, watching me as I went through my naked inspection, by the three art instructors. I don't believe I have ever been so insulted in my life! Mrs. Slate had just treated me like a child in front of the Sullivans! The fact that it was time for segment #5 to start, is the only thing that kept me from coming completely unglued right there. Naked or not! I simply nodded to the couple, then returned to the modeling area, more furious than I ever remember being!

I walked up to where Kevin was seated and placed my feet where they had been for the previous segments, then slid them slightly further apart. I leaned over and found myself shaking in anger, as I placed my hands back on Kevin's knees. He could tell I was furious, so attempted to calm my nerves, by saying, "Take it easy, Jen. She's just a sweet old lady, living in a different time". I replied in a whisper, but with a stern tone, "That crazy old woman invited that couple over here to see my naked body, without even consulting me? Well, damn it! If they want to see my naked body, I'll give them a great view of my bare ass and shaved pussy!", as I stared at Kevin, while arching my back in somewhat of a defiant and provocative pose.

I was noticing the slightest sign, of what I would call disappointment, in Kevin's expression, as I looked to him for approval. Suddenly he flipped over his right hand from being placed downward on his knee, to instantly having his palm facing up, and holding my left hand. He looked at me, and asked in a low, earnest tone, "Jen. If you and I had robes to put on between poses, would you be feeling this way?" His question took me 'So much by surprise', I started to stumble through my response. "Well. maybe not, but". Before I could continue, Kevin said, with the most empathetic expression on his face, "Jenifer. This class wasn't even confirmed until I agreed to pose, when Professor Lynch called me this morning at 9:00. The robes had already been sent to the laundry last night. Mrs. Slate never gave it a thought". He then said, "She's not trying to embarrass you, Jenifer. I really hope you understand what I'm about to say. At this very moment, you are a 'Life Model", and that was your choice".

Kevin continued, as I started to have a real 'Heart to Heart' with myself. "Jen. You and I are supposed to be 'Nude'. I think you forget that. We are here to pose 'In the Nude' for the student artists. No one is looking at you as if you had just stripped naked in a public bar or something. You and I are the subjects they came to portray, whether in charcoal pencil or paint. Now try to relax and enjoy the experience". I could feel my feet subconsciously moving back into the position they had been in throughout the class, as my spine began to relax. An overwhelming sense of guilt and shame came over me, not because I was naked, but because I had assumed that sweet little old lady was trying to humiliate me in public. I resumed my position and held it throughout the 5th segment.

I was now pondering my own moral code, as the segment came to an end. I stood up to stretch, when I noticed the Sullivans were still standing by the open classroom door, as Mrs. Slate went from supervising the four students, to walking in their direction. The three instructors had a ten second huddle, when Mrs. Slate asked, "Jenifer, dear, do you have a moment?', as she quietly slipped away, leaving me alone and naked, walking towards the Sullivans, to what end, I had no idea. Determined not to appear unaccommodating or argumentative, after Kevin's little speech, I walked over, holding myself in a respectable and upstanding manner, yet not seeming vain or arrogant, in any way. At least that was my intention. Seconds later I was standing before the Sullivans, once again feeling like a ten-year-old little girl.

[FunKelly]

Do you know what I discovered, as I was standing in front of the Sullivans? You're not sure what to do with your arms and hands, when you're naked, in the presence of clothed people. For example: If I held my hands together behind my back, I might be seen as some little tramp who was proud of her erect, rock-hard nipples, and was flaunting them. If I cross my arms in front of my chest, I may be perceived as a girl who was ashamed of her tiny breasts, and therefore was concealing them. I could clasp my hands together if front of me, but then the observer might believe I was covering my pussy, because I was a bit embarrassed that I had shaved off every last stubble of my pubic hair. Now....If I were dressed, I could put my hands in my pockets, or have one hand holding the strap of my purse, as it was slung over my shoulder. The options seemed endless, but the reality was that I was completely naked in front of the two dressed instructors.

I decided on the latter, and clasped my hands together, and relaxed my arms. My hands lay right in front of my crotch, concealing my smooth, bald pussy, as I looked up at the two tall strangers. Mrs. Sullivan leaned over, and asked me, "Jenifer. Can we speak privately for a moment, in the hallway?" "I can't go out there! I'm naked!", was my intemperate and ill-timed response! I had been desperately trying not to come off as some argumentative little brat, yet there I was, and all eyes were now on me. Seconds later I heard, Kevin, the four art students and Mrs. Slate, call out in unison, "YOU ARE NOT NAKED! YOU ARE NUDE! YOU ARE NOT NAKED! YOU ARE NUDE!" I quickly gathered myself together, then looked to Mrs. Sullivan, and said, "I'm so sorry Mrs. Sullivan, of course we can talk in the hallway", as I followed the couple out into "The Abyss". At least that's how it felt to me at the time.

As we walked out into the hallway, I noticed it was quite a bit cooler than the classroom. The air conditioning vents were blowing extremely cold air from the ceiling, and they seemed to be pointed directly at me. The tile floor beneath my feet, felt much colder than the tile floor in the classroom. They were both stark reminders of my public exposure, as I waited to hear what the Sullivan's wanted to talk to me about. My nipples were now becoming even more erect, from the chill in the air. as they remained on display for the tall, clothed, couple. Mrs. Sullivan re-introduced herself as Elaine, and her husband as Robert. She then asked me, "Jenifer. Do you know who "Felix Laconia" is?" Having no idea, I simply replied, "I'm sorry, but no I don't".

Robert and Elaine, both looked at each other, as if I had just confessed, I didn't know who "George Washington" was. Robert spoke for the first time that afternoon, and said, "Jenifer. Felix Laconia is an Italian painter and sculptor. He is without a doubt, the foremost artist in all of Europe today, and has been for almost forty years. Anyway. I've met him several times at his exhibitions, and on occasion, met with him privately. His regular correspondence e-mail stated he's looking for a model for his "San Franscico Exhibit" next month. The description in the e-mail, suggested he would like his next model to have a physique similar to yours. That's why Mrs. Slate thought we would be interested in meeting with you today. I was completely dumbfounded by Robert's attempt to explain things to me, when Elaine jumped in and said, "Jenifer. Felix Laconia wants to meet you on 'FaceTime' right now".

Knowing I had only filled in as a "Life Model', because of my inner desire to experience of sensation of being the 'Only One Naked!', (O.k. O.k. I admit it!) had me now realizing; "This whole thing was spinning 'Way' out of control!". I hadn't yet made a peep, and was contemplating my situation, when I heard, "Yes Mr. Laconia. She's right here", Robert said, into his phone. "Felix! Call me Felix!", came the broken English, of an old Italian man, though the speaker of Robert's cell phone. "Tell her to remove her robe so I can see her!", he asserted. "Well, Felix. It's Sunday here in the States, so all laundry from the college has been sent out for cleaning. Jenifer isn't wearing a robe". "Confidence. I like that", Felix replied. "Now show me the girl!", he insisted!

Elaine took the cell phone from Robert. She then looked at me, with the most reassuring expression, and mouthed the words, "It will be fine, Jenifer". "Hi Felix. This is Elaine". she said, into Robert's phone. "I'm going to turn you over to Jenifer now. She's the model we thought might be appropriate for your 'San Franscico Exhibit". Elaine started to turn the phone towards me. Before I could complain, a seventy-year-old Italian man appeared on the screen and was looking at me through 'Face Time'. He was bald and had a white beard, about half the length of Santa's. All I could see was his face. "Hello Jenifer. I'm Felix", he said. Elaine handed the phone to Robert, then ran right over to me. "Jenifer!", she whispered. "Just smile and let Felix do the talking", appearing more nervous than the naked girl, standing next to her.

Robert faced the phone towards Elaine and me. I thought I would die of embarrassment, knowing Felix was now able to see my completely naked body. I did as Elaine had suggested. I smiled and let him do the talking, still holding my hands in front of my clean-shaven pussy. "Put your hands to your sides and turn around, Jenifer", were his first instructions. I did as he said, feeling quite humiliated yet aroused by the experience. I could not believe I has standing totally naked, in the hallway of a public college, as my naked image was being broadcast across the Atlantic, via cell phone. Just as I was finally able to mentally and emotionally enjoy my circumstances, Mrs. Slate stepping into the hallway, and said, "We're ready now Jenifer. Please resume your pose".

Having no idea of what to do, I heard Felix say to me, "On with you now, young lady! Don't leave the class waiting!" I immediately walked straight into the classroom, placed my feet where they had been earlier. I leaned over and placed my hands on Kevin's left knee and his right hand, as I had before, revealing my ass cheeks and pussy lips to any and all that were in attendance, weather by satellite or in person. I had no idea why I was trembling after meeting the eccentric old artist, except that I thought he must be someone of importance, based on the way the Sullivan's talked about him. Or maybe it was the fact that I was 'BARE ASS NAKED!'

The look in Kevin's eyes, conveyed a rear concern for my well-being. "Jenifer. Are you O.k.?" I perceived his eyes to ask, without hearing a sound. "I didn't know! I mean I really didn't know!", I thought to myself. I wasn't even sure if I would pose today, yet I have been totally naked for almost two hours! I've had four student artists, Mrs. Slate, the Sullivans and of course Felix Laconia, whoever he is, not to mention Kevin, viewing every square inch of my naked body, for quite some time now. I was no longer able to deny it. I was completely turned on by the experience! Knowing they all had the opportunity to see me in my most vulnerable state, was elevating me to the point of becoming soaking wet between my thighs, at the most inopportune time possible. I struggled, but I was able to remain in position, as Kevin and I fell back into character.

The silence in the room was broken by a 'Brash, Deep Italian Voice', coming through Robert's cell phone speaker. My eyes popped wide open, as I waited to hear what Felix would say next. "Take me around the room. And whatever you do Robert, do not disturb the class!", were the easily heard, but hard to understand words of the elderly European artist. No one dared laugh, but we all saw the irony in it. Robert slowly walked around the room, circling the area that surrounded the modeling space and the four student artists, as he continued to send my image to the eccentric Italian painter. I couldn't see from my perspective, but I knew he had stopped somewhere right behind me. All I could wonder to myself was, "Is he zooming in on my bare ass and pussy lips? Was he giving Felix a closer look at my most private areas? Was any of this being recorded? If so, who might end up seeing me in such a compromising position?" My questions only served to heighten my senses of vulnerability, shame and arousal, all at the same time.

All of a sudden, I heard Felix's deep Italian voice, say, "She'll be a nice addition to my exhibit. See to it she grows some pubic hair and have her in San Franscico on the 9th of next month. Chow!" And with that, he closed down his 'Face-Time' , leaving me staring at Kevin, surprised, unable to react and wondering what I had gotten myself into. It seemed like forever until the posing segment came to an end, but I finally heard Mrs. Slate announce, "O.k. class. Let's take a short break". I stood up and stretched as usual, just to find Elaine and Robert Sullivan were still standing by the classroom door. Assuming they were probably waiting to speak with me again. I figured I may as well get it over with, so marched my 'Bare Ass' passed them and out into the hallway, right smack into the view of two young male cleaning personnel, who were mopping the hallway floors. Based on their expressions, they were taking in every last inch of my naked flesh, as I rolled my eyes, thinking, "This day couldn't possibly get any more humiliating!"

Elaine and Robert followed right behind me, closing the classroom door behind them. Can you believe it? The first time all day that door had been shut, and I was on the outside of it, in full view of the two young male building maintenance employees. I felt trapped yet somehow obligated to hear what the Sullivans had to say. Elaine must have noticed the anxiety in my expression, because she said, "This is good experience for a novice 'Life Model', Jenifer. The practice will serve you well in the future". At this point, I realized there was no use in getting uptight about the situation. Everyone around me seemed to think my public nudity was 'Normal', if not perhaps even 'Customary' in the atmosphere of a 'Life Model' class. I figured I may as well attempt to enjoy the experience.

I put my hands on my hips, keeping myself fully exposed to the Sullivans, while discretely spreading my feet apart just enough to allow the two male spectators behind me, a view of the gap between my thighs. Everyone expected me to be casual and comfortable in my nakedness, so I defiantly decided I will do, just that! Robert was the first to speak when he said, "I know you are not all that familiar with the 'Art World', especially when it comes to 'Life Modeling', Jenifer, but believe me, a chance to pose for Felix Laconia is an honor and a privilege". "It really is a big deal, Jenifer", Elaine added. I took a moment to walk around a bit, appearing to be contemplating the proposal but in reality, I was displaying as many angles as possible of my naked form, for the two men who were mopping the floors.

I even went as far as to stop and look towards the Sullivans for a moment, as if I were prepared to give them my answer, then resumed my little naked walk on the cold tile floors of the hallway, near the closed classroom door. In truth, I had no intention of going to San Franscico to pose naked for the creepy old Italian painter, no matter how famous he was. But I figured why waste the opportunity to parade around naked like this? Afterall! How often was I going to have a chance be 'Naked in public', with no threat of reprisals. I was appreciating my naughty little escapade, while becoming aroused, when Mrs. Slate opened the classroom door, and once again interrupted one of the few pleasurable moments, I had experienced all afternoon.

"Time to take your pose again, Jenifer", she said. "Of course, it was", I thought to myself. As I walked back to the modeling area and re-took my pose, the Sullivans followed me back into the classroom, leaving the door open behind them. "At least I'll have the opportunity to go back out into the hallway, after this segment", I thought to myself. The segment ended, and I once again found myself start naked in the hallway with the Sullivans. "Elain said, "Jenifer. When Mrs. Slate called me, and described you as "A little Peter Pan, but with a vagina", I knew right away that Robert and I had to meet you. "She called and told you that?", I asked in a somewhat annoyed tone.

I knew Mrs. Slate had called the Sullivans. She told me that herself. But to call them and describe me as, "A little Peter Pan, but with a vagina", was more than a little inappropriate! I would have been less insulted if she called them, and said, "I have a first-time model down here at the college. She's petite, barely 105 pounds or so, and has tiny size "A" breasts, but with wonderful nipples. She has a very suitable derriere for modeling and legs that fit her physique perfectly. She has jet-black hair that's cut very short, in the pixie style. Oh....And she has a completely clean-shaven vagina". Instead....the Sullivans received their first description of my body, by a seventy-year-old woman who thinks Peter Pan should have been a girl.

I was so set back by Elaine's admission about Mrs. Slate's phone call, I barely noticed the two maintenance men were now working further down the hallway. Oh....But now there were three of them. Elaine immediately perceived I was perturbed and came to Mrs. Slate's defense. "Jenifer dear. Those of us in the art world, especially those trying to keep the art of 'True Life Modeling' alive, are a tight knit group. We have to be! 'Life Modeling' often gets confused with or swallowed up by the pornography industry. You see, even though we are a global community, our numbers are small, so we stay closely connected with like-minded artists, around the world. Mrs. Slate's description of your physique was not meant with any malice whatsoever. It was just her way of portraying how she viewed your unique physical characteristics. Having knowledge of the specifics Felix had posted, concerning the physical criteria he had for his next model, she felt you might be a match. That's all".

"Why doesn't he just bring someone from Europe with him? Better yet, and most likely more efficient, why not paint her in Europe, then transport the painting over here? I'm sure there must be others he's bringing with him, for the exhibit?" Robert replied, "Jenifer. Felix Laconia will only paint a woman who is from the country he is painting in. If he's painting in Germany, the girl must be German. If he is in Portugal, she's Portuguese. He's going to be in San Francsico soon, so he wants and will have, an American to pose for the event". I never heard a sound, outside of Robert's promotion of 'The Great' Felix Laconia, when the third member of the cleaning crew had just walked behind me, on his way to the custodian's closet, which was located just ten feet from the door of classroom #305.

The young man opened the closet door, grabbed a spray bottle of cleaner and a rag, then closed the door and headed back our way. You didn't need to be a detective to notice all three men had their own mops and buckets just down the hallway. Therefore, this young man's errand to retrieve the spray bottle and rag, was solely for the purpose of getting a closer look at my naked body. I found myself only too happy to oblige, as I indulged my new-found desire to display my naked physique for complete strangers. How I had fallen in my own estimation, as I went from being the modest woman I was only yesterday, to some kind of 'Nymph', that was harboring an uncontrollable impulse to be naked in public, today.

As the young man started to walk around us, while attempting to appear nonchalant concerning his mission to retrieve the spray bottle and rag, I stopped him in his tracks. "Excuse me", I said, watching him trying to process what was going on. "Is there a water fountain on this floor? As you can see, I am modeling for the art class, but due to a small mix up, I have no robe. I saw a fountain on the first floor, when we entered to school earlier, but I can hardly walk down there like this", allowing him a full-frontal view of my rock-hard nipples and clean-shaven pussy. He just looked down at the floor, replied, "I'm not sure", then hurried back down the hallway to the safety of his mop and bucket. I was loving it!

Elaine immediately picked up on what I was doing, and said, "You know Jenifer. There's another reason Felix Laconia doesn't paint his 'Life Models' prior to his exhibitions. Heaven knows, he already has more completed works than he could ever display in one location. He paints his models during the exhibition itself". "While the exhibit is open to the public?", I asked, in a bewildered tone. "Yes dear", was her reply. "You see Jenifer", she continued, "There's little or no socializing between Felix and the audience. He's a very private person, and those attending the exhibits are there to not only view his incredible paintings and sculptures, but also to witness 'The Master Himself', at work. I squeaked out my reply, now being quite curious, "I suppose he finds a small corner in which to paint his subjects".

"No Dear", she responded. "The paintings and sculptures are displayed on or near the outer interior walls of the venue, which is usually a large 'Event Room' in some prominent hotel, located in the city that's holding the exhibition. Felix paints his subject in the middle of the large spaces, allowing the spectators to study his completed works, while having the rare opportunity of actually watching him execute his incredible skills. The exhibits have top notch security, considering the monetary value of his works, and are usually limited to about 100 to 150 guests at a time". "150 guests? I could be posing in a room with 150 fully clothed spectators, not to mention the security detail, while completely naked?", I thought to myself. Elaine had stepped up her game, and I was getting wet just thinking about it.

As usual, Mrs. Slate called me in to continue posing, just at the time I was feeling sexually excited. I took my position in the second to last segment, unable to control my thoughts. I knew I was now seriously thinking about posing for Felix, but what would Paul say? How much of today's experience do I reveal to my husband? Would I be able to bring him to the exhibition? Could we get the time off from our jobs? I had dozens of questions but no real answers. I now found myself embarking on a quest to find the answers that may lead up to me posing nude, in front of dozens and dozens of fully dressed people. I could barely control my emotions as the modeling segment came to an end.

[FunKelly]

I once again I stretched, as Kevin got up from the chair, leaving his toga on the seat, as he had done between every segment thus far. I could tell he had so many questions, but the Sullivans were waiting for me by the classroom door. We walked back out into the hallway, as I heard Robert close the door behind us. This time I was thrilled with the possibility of being discovered in my nakedness, by someone I haven't yet met. I took my regular position, facing the closed classroom door, as my bare back, naked butt cheeks and uncovered legs were on display for anyone who may be in the area. The cold tiles beneath my bare feet were again a reminder of how inappropriate it seemed to me, to be naked in such a very public setting. Anyone could walk up at any moment and see me. Still, I was overwhelmed with titillation and excitement. The Sullivans were facing me with their backs to the closed classroom door.

Robert said, "Jenifer, we've taken up enough of your time, but it's less than three weeks until the 'San Franscico Exhibition'. If you are interested in modeling, we would need confirmation no later than Tuesday evening. Felix's team will inevitably come up with someone fitting your description to pose, but he seems to have his mind set on you". Elaine thought it fit to add, "And Jenifer. There will be a robe available if you choose to wear one between segments". "If I choose to wear one?', I asked. "Well in Europe", she continued, "Many of the girls find that removing the robe in such a public setting, over and over, can bring on anxiety that they don't experience, if they just remain nude for the duration. It's always up to the girl". "Great. Now I have something else to consider", I thought to myself.

I looked up at the Sullivans, and said, "I'll have to talk with my husband before making any decision". Elaine looked down at me, and said, "Of course dear. Just don't wait too long". We shook hands, then I escorted them to the top of the stairway, which was about twenty-five feet from room #305. The thought of being so far from the safety of the classroom, had me feeling excited, vulnerable, daring, exposed and audacious. You name it! I felt it, at that moment! Knowing Mrs. Slate would be calling me to pose for the final segment of the class in a couple of minutes, I started to procrastinate and spent what little time I had left, dawdling about fifteen feet from the classroom door.

Not wanting the experience to end and having the area to myself, since the three men who were mopping the floors were no longer there, I made the grave mistake of assuming we were the only ones using a classroom, located on the third floor of the college's art wing that day. I made my first step towards the protection of the classroom, when the door of the adjoining classroom swung open. Being about the same distance from each of the doors, I found myself trapped and staring right into the eyes of Francesca Artola! She is a girl I had graduated from high school with. Both our eyes were totally bugged out, when she emphatically and in the most inquisitive tone, asked, "Jenifer! Is that you?' I was completely frozen in fear, as she said, "It is you!" .... "What are you doing here? And why are you naked?", she asked, with a puzzled yet disapproving expression on her face.

I was trembling as I struggled to come out with the words, while pointing at the door to classroom #305, "I'm modeling for an art class". Francesca and I never really got along in high school, so I could tell she was totally amused by my predicament. "Well Jenifer. I've been teaching at this college for two years now, and I've never seen you modeling here before", she said, as she maneuvered herself between me and the door, leading to the art class. "There's something else that's troubling me as well, Jen", she continued, "A real 'Life Model' would never shave her pussy. It's a breach of 'Life Modeling' etiquette, and pretty much taboo in that field of the arts". She then gave me a sinister grin, and said, "Sorry Jen, but this is too good pass up", as she pulled her cell phone from her back pocket and started taking photos of me, right there in the hallway.

At first, I felt like I was in some sort of a bad dream and was unable to comprehend my circumstances. After recovering my state of awareness, I covered my tits and pussy, but not in time to keep her from getting almost a dozen full frontals of me, as I implored her to stop. "Please Francesca. Stop! I'm naked!", I begged. "Another reason not to believe you Jenifer. I real 'Life Model" never uses the word 'Naked". They always say 'Nude"', as her quick fingers were snapping photo after photo of my cowering naked body, as my eyes started to tear up. Just as I thought I might pass out from the utter humiliation of the episode, Mrs. Slate walked out in the hallway, and said, "Francesca! What are you doing?" "Just questioning our naked little intruder here, Mrs. Slate", finally ceasing from taking more pictures of me. "Jenifer is posing for a class, Francesca! Now you stop that! You know the rules about cameras in the art classes!" Sure thing Mrs. Slate, as she winked at me, then disappeared back into her classroom, with dozens of naked photos of me, along with every shred of my dignity, stored right there on her cell phone.

Mrs. Slate immediately recognized I was a bit traumatized from the incident and walked over to hug me. The seventy-year-old woman held on tight, as she whispered into my ear, "Jenifer. I have no idea what transpired between you and Francesca out here, but now's the time for you to decide one thing. Are you a 'Life Model' or not? If so, you have one more segment to complete for this class, so the students can get the extra credit they need to move on with their studies. I took a deep breath, dried my eyes, and said, "O.k. Mrs. Slate. I'll finish out the last segment. We both walked into the classroom together. I re-took my pose, as she floated behind the four student artists, knowing the end of the final modeling segment of the session, was only ten minutes away.

My mind was racing, knowing that Francesca had those naked photos of me. I tried to think of something else, but I couldn't. The anxiety from thinking about what she might do with them, was becoming overwhelming, as I suddenly heard, Mrs. Slate announce, "Time's up class". I stood upright and was stretching, when she said, "Class. Let's be sure to thank Jenifer for filling in today". The four students looked at me, then started their small rendition of an applause. Mrs. Slate then called me over, as I was preparing to walk to the changing room so I could get dressed. She took my hand and led me behind the student artists, allowing me to see, for the first time, their drawings. I was stunned! Each student had drawn the wealthy Roman citizen and his young servant girl, to their own perfection. You could not look at these drawings without noticing, they had flawlessly captured the mental image of, "First Century Rome", as Mrs. Slate had described it earlier. I was amazed!

Of course, I was unable to keep from looking how each artist portrayed my bare butt cheeks and clean-shaven pussy, in their renditions. Each of the students' drawings were lightyears away from being anything that resembled pornography, but were all, what I would call, 'True Art', at its finest! "I was so grateful I didn't come off looking like a SLUT!", I thought to myself. Mrs. Slate seemed well pleased with the four students' drawings, almost as much as I was! You can never be 'So' distracted, that you become unaware that you are completely naked, in a room where everyone else, (well almost everyone else) is fully clothed. That moment was as close as anyone could have ever come. I was so emersed in the drawings themselves, that my state of nudity, was the furthest thing from my mind. Well....That was until Mrs. Slate asked to speak to me privately.

I pretended I didn't hear her at first, allowing me a few more moments to take in the full spectrum of the students' work. I was emotionally torn between the images of, 'Me'.... "The Life Model", so carefully depicted on the students' easels, and the individual, that I knew to be, 'Me'.... "The Person", whose depraved ideas had been rushing through her mind, while determining many of her shameless actions, throughout the two-hour modeling experience. I turned towards Mrs. Slate, before she needed to call me again, knowing I had experienced every possible emotion, one can experience, when in an environment like the one I had been in for the last two plus hours. I removed the floral wreath I had been wearing, then handed it to Mrs. Slate.

I had forgotten I was wearing the wreath, until I saw the drawings. Imagine that! I forgot about the 'One and Only Thing' I had been wearing for the last two hours! "WTF?" I was thinking, when Mrs. Slate took me by both hands, much in the way she had, when we first met. Bits and pieces of my naked escapade were revealing themselves, when I suddenly remembered Mrs. Slate's expression, the first time she looked down at my bald pussy. I didn't notice at the time, but she had gone from being elated over my tiny frame, to seeming the 'Oh So Slightest' bit disappointed, as she said, "Oh... And look. It's as shiny as a new penny", referring to my clean-shaven pussy. She squeezed my hands, as her kind and gentle smile, made me realize she was about to talk to me about something important.

"Jenifer dear", She said. "Your performance today, while under such stressful conditions, was exemplary!" She then became a bit solemn, and said, "Posing for Felix Laconia, is an honor, Jenifer. If you choose to pose in San Franscico next month, you will do yourself well, to pose a few more times here at the college, for the experience". With the sound of Felix's voice ringing through my head, as he said, "See that she grows some pubic hair, and have her in San Franscico on the 9th of next month", I was starting to realize that a completely clean-shaven pussy was inappropriate, when you are 'Life Modeling'. I was afraid the seventy-year-old woman was going to advise me on the subject of pubic hair, or my lack thereof, because her countenance appeared a bit awkward, concerning what she was about to say next.

"Jenifer. I'm not sure why this younger generation of women seemed to have an obsession with removing virtually all of their pubic hair. Perhaps it has become part of your daily hygienic routine. No matter. You do need to be aware that some pubic hair is desirable in the 'Life Modeling' field of the arts. It brings a sense of depth and distinction to the area, even when in small amounts". "I had a small amount this morning!", I thought to myself. I knew at that moment, I was going to kill Kevin, for having me unknowingly shave my pussy! All I could do was nod in agreement to the sweet old woman. After all, I wasn't about to get into a full-blown discussion about my bald pussy, within ear shot of the four student artists. Mrs. Slate, then smiled, and said, "Now you go get dressed dear", as she let go of my hands.

Keving had been looking at the student's drawings, showing no sense of urgency to put his clothes back on, when I walked by him, fuming that he had humiliated me this way. We both entered our changing rooms at the same time. He could sense something was wrong, and asked, "Are you alright, Jen?" I glared at him over the partition between the rooms, and said, in a stern but low tone, "I can't believe you had me shave my pussy, Kevin! Why would you do that?", I asked. He just looked guilty and contrite, as he replied, "Really, Jen. I didn't think you would actually pose. I figured if you did, it would be a "One and Done" type of thing. You seemed so happy frolicking around in the nude last night, I thought if you wanted to experience being naked in front of others, why not make sure you were completely naked?"

Whether I felt he meant well, or I was just too distracted with other things on my mind, I let Kevin off the hook with a dismissive, "Just forget it Kevin", as I put on my clothes. Francesca still had over two dozen naked photos of me on her phone, and I would soon be talking to Paul about my first 'Life Modeling' experience, and how I was offered an opportunity to pose for Felix Laconia. First, I had to deal with Francesca Artola, and convince her to delete the naked photos of me from her phone. I exited the changing room, feeling somewhat saddened that I was no longer naked. The experience was intoxicating, no matter how often it rendered me subject to the unwanted heights of vulnerability and the lowest depths of public humiliation. I was hooked!

Mrs. Slate handed me her card, along with those of the Sullivans, as we all walked out of the classroom together. Kevin asked me if I was coming, as everyone headed down the stairway. I simply replied, "Not just yet. I'm going to check in on an old friend", as I headed for the classroom door where Francesca was, hoping she had not already left for the day. I procrastinated, as I waited to hear everyone leave the college from the door at the bottom of the staircase. I then took a deep breath and knocked on Francesca's classroom door, opening it slightly and peeking inside. "Come in Jenifer! I've been waiting for you!", she exclaimed. Knowing she had the upper hand, since my naked pictures were on her phone, I meekly walked in the classroom and shut the door behind me.

"I barely recognized you with your clothes on, Jenifer!", she said, with a sinister grin smeared across her face. I knew then, my mission had little chance of success. But with my plight worsening, I had to try and talk her into deleting those photos from her phone. "Come sit", she said, tapping the seat of the chair next to the one she was sitting in. I did as I was instructed, as she pulled out her phone and said, "Now. Let's look at these wonderful photos of you, together. She pulled them up and made me look at each and every one of the thirty-one pictures she had taken. The fact that the first nine were full frontals of me, will give you an indication of how long it took me to realize that she was actually taking pictures of me while I was completely naked, right there in the college hallway. It was so surreal.

I just looked at each and every one of the photos with her, while trying to come up with a strategy to get her to delete them. "This is my favorite", she said, as I saw the second to last full frontal of me displayed on her phone. "It
has everything in it!", she said, with such exuberance. "The expression on your face is priceless, as you first came to the realization that I was taking pictures of your naked ass! As you can see, it also has an unobstructed view of that delicious bald pussy of yours, and those fantastic nipples! I had forgotten how they could practically poke your eye out, from our days in the high school girl's shower. I was mortified, as she displayed the last photo of me! There I was, bent over and cringing from the shame of the incident in the hallway, while trying to conceal my tits and pussy, with the look of total desperation, plastered right across my face.

Hoping all Francesca only wanted to humiliate me face to face, I summoned the courage to ask, "Francesca. Will you please delete the pictures now?" Her reply would leave me hanging in the balance, between great relief and total anxiety, for the next twenty-four hours. "One minute, Jen. I just need to send them to someone first". "Who?", I asked, in a tone laced with apprehension. "You, of course silly. Now give me your number". "My number? Why?" "Don't take too much time, Jen. We wouldn't want these photos to accidentally get posted on the internet". No sooner had I rattled off my number to Francesca, that the telltale sound of the Bing. Bing. Bing, of the photos being downloaded to my phone, was all I heard. All thirty-one of them.

I looked to her, hoping for some sympathy, as I pleaded with my eyes, and said, "Please promise me you won't post them or show them to anyone, Francesca". "If you follow my instructions, Jen, I promise I will never post nor show the naked pictures of you, that are on my phone, to anyone". "What instructions?", I asked. Before she could answer, I mumbled, "All I was doing was posing for a 'Life Model' class". Francesca rolled her eyes, and said, "Jenifer! You are as much a 'Life Model, as I am an 'Astronaut'! Let's face it! An opportunity presented itself and you seized the moment, so you could parade your slutty little naked self around the college, with no fear of retribution! Oh...And by the way. Why did you shave your vagina? Granted, it looks so fresh and tasty, but a 'Life Modeling' class is no place for a totally bald pussy. A real 'Life Model' would have known that".

Every word from Francesca's mouth was the absolute truth. I have never felt so ashamed of myself, as I did at that moment. While I was battling internally with my sudden loss of virtue and modesty, she revealed her intentions concerning my naked pictures, to me. "O.k. Jenifer. Listen up!", she started with. "One way or another these photos are going to be posted on the internet. I can post them on hundreds of sites, or you can pick just one obscure little website to post them to. Once I've confirmed they have been posted, I will delete my set of the pictures. Got it?" "You're going to make 'Me' post naked photos of 'Myself', on the internet?", I asked, recognizing the emotional cruelty of her demand. "You can or I will", was her callous reply. There was no way out! I was going to be naked on the internet! Whether by Francesca's hand or mine, I was going to be exposed completely naked, for the whole world to see!

My mental quandary was interrupted by Francesca, as she divulged the next stage of her troublesome scheme. "Jenifer. You only have to post your naked pictures on one website. That website, however, has to come under the search words, "GOT CAUGHT NAKED". You can go to the end of the list of pages to find a suitable place to post your photos. If you don't do it by 6:00 tomorrow evening, and let me know the web address, I'll will plaster your "NAKED ASS" all over the worldwide web, along with as many local websites, as I can find!" I knew there was no convincing her to just delete the photos, so I stood up, mumbled the words "Talk to you tomorrow", and walked out of the classroom, with the physical evidence from my afternoon of depravity, securely stored on my phone.

My eyes were filling with tears, as I got into my car. Question after question raced through my mind. "How much do I tell Paul about this afternoon? What reason do I use to explain away my clean-shaven pussy? Do I still have the desire to pose for Felix in San Franscico? Will anyone I know see the naked photos of me on the internet? Would it matter to anyone who did see them, that I had no choice but to post the photos? My world was collapsing in around me, but I was still unable to keep myself from pulling up the photos Francesca had taken. She was right. The second to last full frontal was the best picture of the bunch. My expression in the photo, accurately portrayed the hopelessness of my situation. That hopelessness was only eclipsed by the intensity of my arousal, as I stared at myself, naked and humiliated in the college hallway.

At a time when I should have been heading for home and trying to come up with some reasonable answers and explanations to my many dilemmas, I found myself captivated by the little naked girl on my phone. I started wondering what someone who might have inadvertently discovered a post with its 31 photos, would be thinking. I was quickly becoming saturated between my legs, when an ill-timed glance upward, had me locked eye to eye, with Francesca. Her stare was piercing through my psyche, as her disquieting smile had me completely unnerved. She was in the safety of her 3rd floor classroom, when she managed to squeeze in one last ominous glare, before walking away from the window. I immediately put down my phone and started for home.

[Rawr112]

Just stop. It’s too long and convoluted, hard to read. No one likes husband and wife fantasy - save that for your swingers parties