The Awakening of Josie

[Dormouse]

Di had to persuade Josie to visit the sexpo.

Sexpo. That’s what it said on the posters they’d seen around town when they arrived at the start of their holiday in Spain. The posters showed a seedy looking shirtless man alongside a woman wearing even less, although her breasts were covered. Di thought it might be fun. Josie wasn’t convinced.

It wasn’t cheap to get in, and when they were in, it was loud. There were stalls in one hall, offering all sorts of merchandise – DVDs, fetish items, guaranteed aphrodisiacs.

There was a stage and an audience watching a well-muscled man removing his clothes – slowly. Di watched in anticipation, but she noticed that Josie was apparently bored, even after everything came off and he was waving his impressive penis around in front of the women in the audience. Then it was over and he picked up his clothes and exited the stage.

“Wow!” said Di. “I mean, wow. That was hot. Have you ever seen anything like that?”

“It was interesting,” replied Josie, “but that’s not my sort of thing.”

“That ‘thing’ was exactly my sort of thing. Didn’t it turn you on?”

“Not in the least. I find there’s something inherently silly in a naked man.”

At this point, there was an announcement that the next act was ‘Lola’ who turned out to be a pneumatic blonde in red underwear, carrying a whip. Di said she was going to the bar. Josie said she’d stay and asked Di to get her a beer.

There was a bit of a wait to get served at the bar and when she returned, Di couldn’t see Josie anywhere. Then she looked at the stage. Lola had divested herself of her costume, her bare buttocks now facing the audience, and had got a member of the audience to join her on stage and Di with a shock realised it was Josie sitting on a couch. What was more, Lola was undoing the buttons on Josie’s shirt. Her jeans were undone already and down below her legs, her white knickers on display. Di’s jaw dropped in astonishment. But it got even more astonishing. The shirt came off – Josie was wearing a white bra – and Lola reached behind Josie and unclasped the bra. Josie’s breasts fell out and Lola dropped the bra on the stage and then started massaging Josie breasts. Josie seemed to be enjoying herself.

But there was more. Lola put her fingers into the waistband of the knickers and gave a knowing wink to the audience, who cheered on in encouragement. Down they came, revealing Josie’s pussy to the enthusiastic audience. Josie was ecstatic and even more so when Lola went to her knees and put her face into the pussy. Di was dumbfounded. Was Lola really putting her tongue into her friend’s pussy? Di thought she knew Josie, but she hadn’t realised she was into this sort of thing. Even over the loud music and far back in the audience, Di could hear Josie squeal with pleasure.

Then Di saw Lola whisper something to Josie. Lola sat on the couch and Josie put her head between Lola’s legs. Now it was Josie’s turn to pleasure Lola. Lola’s pants of pleasure could have been faked, Di couldn’t tell, but when they’d finished, Lola stood up, gesturing Josie to stand too, and they faced the audience and took a bow. The two of them then left the stage, disappearing behind a curtain.

Di didn’t know what to do next, but suddenly Josie appeared from backstage and came over to her.

“That was amazing,” she told Di. “Is that my beer you’re holding? That was thirsty work.” She grabbed the beer from Di, who had been so engrossed in what had happened on stage that her own beer remained untouched.

“You do realise that you’re still naked?” she said to Josie. She noticed a stagehand clearing away the clothing and taking it backstage.

“Oh, I’ll get dressed later,” she replied. “It’s not as if I’m the only one naked here.” And, indeed, there were naked porn stars manning various booths around the place and other naked women walking about. “I don’t want to get dressed yet, I’m so turned on. I really enjoyed that.”

“All these years I’ve known you, and I didn’t realise you were a lesbian.”

“Just because I enjoyed having sex in public with another woman, that doesn’t make me a lesbian,” Josie protested.”

“Actually, I think it does,” countered Di, but Josie had wandered off, swigging her beer. As she made her way through the crowds, people stopped her to take selfies. Someone even asked for her autograph, thinking she must be a famous porn star. Di felt subdued by friend’s exuberance. Josie had always been a quiet girl all the time she’d known her. She could feel her relationship to her changing.

Eventually it was time to go back to their hotel. Josie went to the stage area to collect her clothes, only to find nobody knew where they had been taken. But, they told her, it was not against the law to walk around the city naked, as long as she didn’t get up to any naughty business.

“Actually,” said Josie, “It might be fun to walk back naked.”

“If anyone asks, I don’t know you. Okay?” replied Di.


It was late afternoon and the streets were crowded. It was not a long walk back to their hotel and Di wanted it over with as quickly as possible. Josie, however, was dallying, drinking in the gazes of the people they passed. Much to Di’s surprise, most people took the appearance of a naked woman in the street in their stride. Di hadn’t seen any public nudity so far, but mostly the reaction was one of mild amusement, with the occasional appearance of a phone taking photographs.

Di was glad when they approached the entrance to their hotel but – horror – when they stepped inside, the lobby was full of people. A coach party had just arrived and they were hanging around as their tour guide dealt with getting their room allocations. What was worse, it was a British coach party, much less restrained than the locals. Most of the comments about Josie were complimentary although several women tsked as their husbands ogled her. More photographs were taken, many selfies with men, and not a few women, with their arms around Josie.

Finally, Josie got away from her fans. One of the receptionists came up to them. They had spoken to her before and she spoke excellent English.

“You are a pleasant surprise,” she said to Josie. “Much more fun than this lot,” indicating the group in the lobby. “I thought all you English were too repressed to go around like that.”

“Well, it wasn’t my intention,” replied Josie. “It just sort of happened. But I’m glad it did. The weather is great for this. I’m just hoping I don’t get sunburnt.”

“If you want to work on your tan,” she replied, “I know a good beach near here. I can take you there on my day off.” With that, she kissed Josie on the mouth.

“Wow!” said Josie as they made their way to their room. “I think I’ve made a new friend.”

Di was totally dumbfounded by what had just happened. She knew continentals kissed at the slightest provocation, but she was sure the receptionist had been feeling her friend’s naked breast in their embrace. The afternoon’s events had revealed more of Josie than just bare flesh.

Josie didn’t get dressed immediately they got to the room but Di was relieved that she got dressed before they went out to eat. However, Josie seemed to be dissatisfied with all the clothes she had brought with her.

“I’m going to do some more shopping tomorrow. Do you want to come along?”

Di had a feeling that Josie’s choice of new clothes would be something she wouldn’t approve of and declined. Instead, she spent the day going round the museums. When she got back to the hotel room she was shocked to see bare buttocks in front of her. The buttocks were on Josie’s bed, as was Josie. Josie’s eyes were closed and a look of ecstasy was on her face. The head of the bare-buttocked person was between Josie’s legs and the action of the head seemed to be the cause of Josie’s ecstasy. Di could see that it was more than just the buttocks that were bare. Both participants in the action seemed to be totally naked. So intent in what they were doing, neither Josie, nor the person with the head noticed Di had come into the room.

Di let out a gasp and immediately the pair on the bed stopped what they were doing and the head turned to face her. Di was astonished to recognise the receptionist that had kissed Josie the previous day. Carrying on where she had left off, Di realised.

“Oh, hello Di,” said Josie. “We were having so much fun, I didn’t hear you come in. Get your kit off and you can join us.”

Di found the idea both intellectually interesting and emotionally disturbing. She decided against joining in. The two naked women sat on the bed with their legs wide apart, displaying everything to Di, which disturbed her even more.

“When I got back from shopping,” Josie continued, “Maria here was just finishing her shift on reception and literally stripped off in front of her desk, but as it was a bit busy, we came up here to continue. She’s taught me a lot about lesbian sex. Quite invigorating. You really should try it sometime.”

Marie looked at a clock and got up.

“Must go, see you later,” she said, and walked out the door, still naked.

“They don’t seem to worry about nudity around here,” Josie explained. Di noticed that Josie wasn’t making any move towards getting dressed either and continued sitting there with everything still on display.

“So, did you have a fun day?” asked Josie, finally getting off the bed and going to a bag of clothes. She’s finally getting dressed, thought Di.

“Yes, I went to several museums and learnt a bit about the history of the area,” said Di.

“Maria has invited me to a do at one of the local museums tomorrow night. Do you want to come?”

Di looked in amazement at what Josie had put on. She was dressed more for a trip to the beach than a walk around town, but then, Di remembered, Josie had walked back from the Sexpo yesterday in less. Her costume did cover her genitals and her nipples, but that was about it.

“Well, do you?” Josie repeated. “And don’t stare at me like that, you make me feel naked,” she continued with a grin. “Let’s go and eat.”


Maria was back behind her desk as they went out and blew them a kiss. Josie seemed to know where they were going when they got to the street, so Di followed her.

“Maria recommended a place to me and said they do excellent paella.”

The place, when they got there, was fairly non-descript on the outside. There was a woman standing by the entrance and Josie said something to her in Spanish, which surprised Di, as she didn’t realise Josie spoke Spanish. They entered.

“You speak Spanish now?” she said Josie.

“Maria has been teaching me,” came the reply.

Di looked around the interior. She suddenly realised nearly everyone there was female, some of them quite butch. She had a good idea what sort of place this was and had a horrible thought that ‘paella’ might be a code word for something.

Maybe it was, but, as it happened, they did serve the Spanish rice dish, and it was excellent. But Di was worried that several of the women around them were looking at her. Were they going to try and pick her up, she wondered.

They had finished eating and were ordering more drinks when there was activity on a stage set up by the bar. Someone came out in a bright red brief costume. Di recognised her. It was Lola from the Sexpo.

“I had no idea she was going to be here,” pleaded Josie. But Lola had spotted them and beckoned for Josie to come onto the stage. Di knew what was going to happen next. In an instant, Josie’s brief attire had come off and Lola and Josie were at it on stage. The audience were enthusiastic. The coupling went on for much longer than last time and Josie seemed to know exactly what she was doing.

Eventually they stopped and lay back on the stage, their pussies glistening under the light and pointing straight at the audience. Di remembered the old English phrase shagged out. There was one parting kiss between them before Josie picked up her clothes and walked back to their table.

“I remembered my clothes this time,” Josie said, but instead of putting them back on, she just stuffed them in her bag. Quiet a few of the clientele of the bar came over to talk to her, to take pictures, and to touch her. Josie took it in her stride.

Di felt uncomfortable in the presence of the clientele in the bar and finally Josie agreed it was time to leave. She put her brief costume back on.

“So you are going back dressed this time, then?” Di said, sarcastically.

“Well, most people have now seen me naked, but it’s turning a bit cold this evening, so I thought I’d better put something on.”

Di snorted in disbelief. The costume was so skimpy it wasn’t going to keep her warm.

When they got back to the hotel, there was Maria in the lobby, waiting for Josie. Maria wanted to take Josie somewhere secluded, and Di could guess what for. It there no satisfying her, Di thought.

“The offer still stands for you to join us. Widen your experience.” Di declined. “Your loss,” Josie said. “Don’t wait up.”

Di had no idea what time Josie had returned but there she was when Di woke up, lying on her bed stark-naked, snoring but her hand casually rubbing her pussy. Occasionally she groaned with pleasure. But as Di was about to put on clean knickers, Josie came awake. Di quickly turned her back on Josie, only to realise she was now showing her bum to her.

“Come on,” urged Josie. “Let’s have a look. You’ve seen mine.”

“No, you’re aroused enough as it is,” Di replied. “I think you are becoming a sex addict. You should seek help.” Di was worried she was losing her best friend, sinking into a life of sex orgies.

“Well, if that’s what you think… Maria and I are going to a beach she knows today. Want to come along?”

Di knew she was going to regret this, but she agreed to come.

The next morning saw them waiting outside the hotel, waiting for Marie to arrive. She arrived driving an open-top car and as the car got nearer, Di realised she the car wasn’t the only thing that was topless. Maria’s breasts were clearly on display. And when she pulled up and they could see into the seats, Di saw she was actually driving naked. None of the people outside the hotel seemed care, or even notice.

“Well, in that case…” said Josie, and immediately started to undress in the street. Maria got out of the car and gave her hug. She went to hug Di, who backed away. Josie might be fine with such displays of naked affection in the street, but that was not for Di.

Josie got in the back seat and Di realised she had a choice: sit in the front with Maria or sit in the back with Josie. She was comfortable with neither option, but better the naked woman you know than one you’ve just met.

“Aren’t you going to get your kit off, too?” asked Josie as Di clambered in. Well these two women were happy with everything on display, but Di wasn’t. Instinctively, she put her arms over her decently clothed breasts. But Josie decided she wasn’t displaying enough and sat up on the rear of the seat so the whole street could see everything.

They drove into a car parking area and almost everyone was walking to and from their cars naked. One man was sporting a large erection and absent-mindedly stroking it as he walked. Di half expected the naked woman accompanying him to bend down and put the thing in her mouth. And Di realised with horror she would have liked to have seen that.

The beach was quite crowded and they had to walk some distance past the mainly naked people to find somewhere to sit down. As Di feared, clothed people were a distinct minority. In fact, she was more the centre of attention than her two companions.

They laid out some towels to sit on, and immediately, Josie and Maria were caressing each other. Di tried to ignore what they were doing but then she saw Josie’s hand going down into Maria’s pussy and Maria started making murmurs of pleasure. Finally, Di got up and started walking further down the beach. The two lovers didn’t even notice her going.

The beach ended with an outcrop of rocks. Di decided to climb it. At least there will be no naked people up here, she thought. But she was wrong. There was a naked woman, about her age, sitting on a ledge in the rock, looking out over the thronging naked masses before them.

“Impressive sight, isn’t it?” she said in a definite southern English accent as Di approached. “Did you come up here to watch the nudists, too?”

“Actually, I came up here to get away from all the nudity,” Di replied.

“Ah, another Brit,” she said. “That explains why you are hiding behind clothes. You’ll stand out less if you took that silly costume off. And it’s healthier, too.”

“No thanks,” she replied. “Why does everyone want me to take my clothes off?”

“Well, it is a nude beach. People think you’re a voyeur if you remain fully clothed. Look at me. I am a voyeur, but I don’t mind people looking at my body.”

And Di did look at the woman. She did like the woman’s naked body, which worried her. She’d obviously been spending too much time with Josie and Maria.

“See, you like what you see. Now, let’s get that stupid costume off you.”

The woman got up and approached Di, who panicked and turned to go back down to the beach.

“Coward!” the woman shouted as Di reached the beach, but the woman didn’t follow her.



By the time Di got back to the others, they had finished what they were doing and now just relaxing. They looked exhausted, Di thought. Shagged out again.

It was time to go back into town. There was this thing that evening that had been mentioned that Josie and Maria had both been invited to. As Di had no plans for the evening, she allowed herself to be included as their plus one.

All they would tell here was that it was a new art event at an art museum. That didn’t sound too dangerous, she thought. But when they arrived at the gallery, they were greeted by a large naked woman, who embraced her companions intimately. The woman took them away.

“See you during the show,” Josie said as she left. Di had a horrible thought about what the “show” entailed. She found somewhere to sit down and waited for the show to begin. Music started.

Well, it wasn’t as bad as Di thought it might be. There seemed to be no actual sex going on, but the stage was full of naked women of all shapes and sizes. They were playing all sorts of games, including a chess match, of all things. And Di was only slightly surprised to see the woman she’d met on the beach among them. There was definitely something fascinating in what they were doing. Whether it was art was another matter.

It didn’t outstay its welcome and it was anything but boring. And then it finished. Instead of going backstage, the entire cast came out into the gallery, still naked, and found their friends and started chatting. Di knew that Josie and Maria were going to find her, but to her surprise, the woman from the beach also came over.

“Can’t see enough of me, then,” she said. Di didn’t think she could actually see more, not without doing a gynaecological examination. At this point, Josie and Maria came over.

“Are you going to introduce your friend?” asked Josie, and Di realised she didn’t know this person’s name, but the person broke the ice.

“Hi, I’m Andi. I met your friend on the beach this afternoon. She stood out as she was the only one dressed and I couldn’t persuade her to strip. Is she always this uptight?”

“We’re working on it, but we go back to London tomorrow and I don’t think she’s going to strip off before then.”

And she didn’t, but as the evening progressed, Di got more and more fascinated by Andi. By the time they had to go back to the hotel, Di realised that Andi had put her arm around her. It was pleasant, and she didn’t back away. But then they got up and left, and Di felt disappointed. I’ll probably never see her again, she thought.



And that was the end of the holiday. Back to England they went and Di and Josie drifted apart. Josie had publicly come out (horrifying her parents). She now had other pursuits to follow. Occasionally, Di would receive an e-mail from her, often containing pictures of her walking naked down a crowded street. Apparently, she worked sometimes as a model for a company called Starkers in the Street. Di didn’t need to look up the name to guess what that was about.

So Di was surprised, and a bit confused, to receive a wedding invitation from Josie. Confused, because she was marrying someone called Bill. Surely a misprint, the thought. But, for old times sake, she accepted.

The wedding was held in a small hotel to the north of London. It wasn’t officially a nudist location, but nobody seemed to be objecting to the occasional naked person wandering around. Apparently, the cost of the wedding was partly being covered by the company Josie was working for. Di assumed the naked woman going around videoing the proceedings was also part of it.

The actual ceremony was held on the lawn of the hotel. There was Josie standing at the front – naked of course – and Bill came down the aisle. Bill was most definitely not male. Her breasts were wobbling as she walked, and Di was having flashbacks to their holiday. Then she realised the naked woman standing next to Josie as the front – the best man? best woman? - was none other than Andi. Why is my heart beating like this, Di thought.

It was not a religious wedding. The person officiating was herself naked. At the end, the brides merely kissed, much to Di’s relief, although it was a very passionate kiss by the look of it. Then the couple walked back down the aisle and Josie tossed her bouquet at Di, who caught it by reflex.

Di wandered around the people on the lawn, realising she knew almost no-one there apart from Josie and Andi, although she realised Maria was also there, naked, not surprisingly, as was the woman she was with.

“That means you’re getting married next, you know,” said a voice in her ear. It was Andi, indicating the bouquet Di was still holding.

“Do you never wear clothes?” Di asked sarcastically.

“It’s nice to see you, too,” she replied. “Do you never take your clothes off?”

Di didn’t have an answer to that. Besides, she was actually enjoying looking at the naked woman before her. Next thing she knew, she’d moved closer and kissed Andi full on the mouth.

“Now you’ve done it, we will have to get married now,” Andi said. This gave Di a shock until she realised it was a joke.

“I’ve never kissed a naked woman before,” Di said. In fact, she’d never kissed a woman before. It wasn’t too different to kissing a man. No stubble or beard hair, though. Andi reciprocated, bringing Di closer, crushing the bouquet she was still holding.

“Now we’ll have to get you out of those clothes,” Andi said. Suddenly, that didn’t seem to be such a bad idea and let Andi lead her away from the group into a secluded area. Andi reached behind Di’s back to find the zipper on her dress. Di didn’t try to stop her. Her bra came of next. Di didn’t wait for Andi to take her knickers down and suddenly she was totally naked out in the open. It felt good. Andi started kissing her again. And it felt good. Andi lowered Di onto the ground and put her head between her legs. And it felt excellent.

After it was over, they laid next to each other on the ground.

“That was fun,” Di said. “We’ll have to do that again.”

“You enjoyed it, then,” Andi said. “Come on, let’s go back to the party.”

They got up and made their way back to the crowd. Di had completely forgotten she was naked, but there were plenty more naked women around now. She didn’t feel self-conscious about her nudity. And there were the newlyweds. Josie had a big grin on her face, seeing her friend naked at last.

“you’ve joined us at last,” she said. “I knew it was just a matter of time.”

“What happens now?” Di asked. She looked at Andi.

“I’m not promising anything,” Andi said. “But I’m not seeing anyone at the moment, and I’d like to do things with you again.” She planted a wet kiss on Di’s mouth and pinched her bum.

Di’s head was in the clouds as she left the wedding venue, and she was about to get on the tube when she realised she’d left her clothes behind. Everyone was staring at her, but nobody on the train seemed to mind. I’ll have to do this more often, she thought.

[Casanova]

Always a pleasure to read your stories

[Dormouse]

Always a pleasure to read your stories

Thanks. This is the first story I've managed to complete in three years. I had a medical problem a few years ago and since then I haven't felt like writing much. I still have ideas, but they are not coming together as well as they used to.

[jrw23]

Sorry to hear that you had problems. This is a good story any more chapters.please.

[Dormouse]

Sorry to hear that you had problems. This is a good story any more chapters.please.

That's the problem I have with my stories. I reckon they've reached an obvious conclusion and people want to know what happens next.

I blame the current trend for continuing arcs on TV shows.

Or, to put it another way, the characters have no more to say.

[Dormouse]

Incidentally, as is often the case with my stories, I was riffing off a video that I saw on the internet some years ago. It was some sort of sexpo, I think in Spain, in which a young woman is bought on stage and stripped by a performer and goes through various sex acts. She appears to enjoy it.

I assume that the woman was a plant in the audience, but you never can tell.