Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this written work is copyrighted
with all rights reserved by the author unless explicitly indicated. For
questions or concerns, email planonudist@yahoo.com.  Copyright 2013

I really enjoy exhibitionist story lines.  This story has been in the
works for a few years.  I'm trying to answer several questions, like
"How does someone become an exhibitionist?" and "Why would a woman ask
a stranger to help her become an exhibitionist?"  Initially, there were
to be 52 chapters, each one week of the year.  But, I felt this was
impossible to accomplish.  I typically write one chapter per year.
And, I doubted I would be able to really stretch on the story that long
or speed up production that much.  I may at some point do a expediated
version of the 52 rules, over a week rather than a year.  16 weeks was
the compromise.  My story is similar to the NiS premise, but structured
to be in the real world.  Not all chapters will be this length.

I would love to receive any feedback on this or my other stories.  I hope
everyone enjoys meeting Kim, Lisa, and Ralph.

Codes: MFF FF exhib job slow

planonudist <planonudist@yahoo.com>
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/plnondst/www/

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"Booze and women."  That diminutive and sleazy phrase summed up 
perfectly what I was looking for but that phrase was downright 
glamorous compared to this place.  It's a typical yuppie fern bar with 
the typical boring yuppies.  I looked around and didn't recognize 
anyone.  As I ordered my first drink I regretted not going to my 
private club, but I had seen way too much of those people last weekend. 
 Why am I here, I wondered to myself.  It was the weekend after new 
years and no one was ready to party yet.

After I finished my drink I walked out to the dance floor to see if I 
could catch any women's eyes.  Some women smiled then looked away.  
Others wouldn't even meet my eyes.  In any case, it was fun to watch 
the barely covered derrieres of the women move and sway in the lights.  
Even as a nudist, I enjoyed watching skirts inch up back-sides as I 
wondered if I would see their panties or nothing at all, only to see 
them tug the hem down before I was certain.

One woman seemed to recognize me and started dancing my way.  I 
politely nodded and danced back.  

She leaned in and said "Hi sweetie, long time no see."

The tone in her voice creeped me out, I guess she saw I blanched 
because she leaned in and said "I'm Lisa, remember?"

"Oh yeah, how have things been?"  I asked.

She seemed not to hear me and danced on.  A few minutes later the tempo 
changed, I took it as my chance to run away.  I smiled and waved and 
then disappeared.

I grabbed a spot at the bar to lean on and noticed she followed me.

"What are you looking for tonight?" she asked.

"A beer and a naked woman." I smiled back.

"Doubt you'll get either here." she said, looking around at the 
distracted bartenders as she blushed.

"One should be easy to solve." I said that as I reached down and gently 
tugged at the hem of her skirt.

She slammed her hand down grabbing ahold of the hem of her dress and 
holding it down, while looking at me in shock.

"I guess not." I said to her, smiling at her shocked face.

The bartender finally came over, looking at us suspiciously.  I said to 
the bartender "Cash me out.  But, add a drink for Lisa here first." 
motioning to the woman looking at me suspiciously.  Most women would 
have run away already.

"Thanks, that'll be $25."  I paid and left.  I smiled at a still 
shocked Lisa as I went out.  Oh well, I thought to myself.

I drove home quickly, thinking the night had been a waste.

After I stripped to skin and settled down at home, I was about to 
shower when I heard a knock on the door.

"Shit." I cawed under my breath, as I decided whether to find my gun 
before I answered it.  Who ever came out to this country house in the 
middle of the night had to be crazy or desperate.

I decided to do the through the door chat, yelling through the door but 
not opening it.  I turned on he porch light and looked out the peep 
hole, I saw a small figure in the light.

"What is it?" I yelled through the door.

"Ralph, it's Lisa."

Lisa?

Against my better judgment I opened the door a little and looked out.  
"Lisa?  What is going on?  Why show up at my house?"

"I told you, I knew you.  I just remembered when.  I came here for a 
party with Bill and Kim."

I watched her for a minute and thought, I remembered several young 
women at my parties, none of them like her.

"What is it?  There's no party here tonight.  There's a women's shelter 
about 15 miles away..."

"Nothing like that.  I just don't want to go home."

"Listen, I have nothing to offer.  Tell me what is going on."

"Can I come in?"  She asked shifting side to side.

"No, but I'll come out there."

I opened the door, and stepped out.  Naked as I had been before.

Her eyes went wide and she uttered a gentle 'oh' as she stepped back.

"Why are you naked?"

"I'm always naked when I'm alone."

"Kim and Bill weren't kidding."

"What did they say about me?"

"You were a nudist, loved being naked.  You want everyone to go naked."

"What does that have to do with showing up at my house?"

"I want to be naked too."

"What does that have to do with being at my house at 2 AM?"

"I told you, I don't want to go home."

"Why me?" I asked

"You seem nice."

"If someone wanted to meet me they could have asked Kim and Bill.  
Besides, I didn't see any flesh at the bar when there was a chance.  
And, if this is about sex or money I don't give out either until I know 
someone well."

"You took charge of the restaurant.  You were careful at the party and 
took care of everyone, but took charges of the people that were getting 
out of hand, and even guided others who needed it.  I want that for me. 
 My life sucks right now and I'm miserable.  I want to be naked and 
free in the world."

Great, a broken down submissive.

"I still haven't heard why now."

"I want you to teach me.  And, if I go home I'm scared I'll chicken 
out.  Kim and Bill offered to talk to you for me, but I would never let 
them.  And, I don't want to go home."

"Right, we covered that.  But, why?"

"I don't want to go back to the old me.  I've lost my job, and I'm 
about to lose my apartment."

"I would be teaching what?"

"How to be you.  How to be confident.  How to be naked and not scared 
of the looks."

"Teach some sort of closet exhibitionist how to go out into the world?"

"Yes."

"Isn't embarrasment part of exhibitionism?"

"No." She replied surely.

"I don't believe it.  This is stupid.  Showing up saying everything is 
falling apart and it's too scary to go home but to want to go naked at 
a strangers.  Bullshit."

"I mean it...."

"I don't care.  I'm tired of this and want to go to bed.  If this is 
about a ride to the shelter say so, I'll pay for the cab."

"But..."

"Listen sweetheart." I interrupted "If this is about wanting to get 
naked, get naked.  But, I'm going inside.  Still want to come in and 
talk?  Fine.  See that trash can down the road?

"Yes."

"Leave the purse and any jewelry here.  Walk to the trashcan.  Put 
everything in it, clothes, shoes, everything, then walk back.  I will 
not be out here.  I'll be inside.  Don't knock, don't call, just walk 
in, close the door behind you, and kneel naked in the entry-way.  Don't 
say anything, just sit there and wait for me to say something."

"But..." She said, starting to cry

"I don't care, good night!"  I stood up and walked inside, slamming the 
door.  I even turned off the porch-light.

I heard her start to cry louder as she ran off the porch.

What a strange bird, I thought to myself.

I walked to the kitchen, to cool off.  I opened the refrigerator door, 
wanting another beer but knowing I shouldn't.  I grabbed the milk and 
sat down in a chair.
  
I had a few sips when suddenly the patio door opened.  Lisa slowly 
walked in and looked around, the seeing me she sat down on the floor, 
completely naked.
  
I stared at her.  She looked down to the floor.  Her cheeks were bright 
red from crying, her mascara was so badly streaked she had bits of blue 
flakes on her breasts..

"God damn."  I said towards her, not believing what I saw.

We sat in silence for a few more moments.  Her looking down or at me.  
Me staring at her.  She was cute, in a skinny girl next door kind of 
way.

After a few long moments I stood up, and turned on the kitchen light.  
Grabbed two glasses and sat down.

"Come overe here and sit down, I said, tell me what is going on."

She stood up seeming relieved but unsure of her own skin.  She came 
over and sat down.

"So, age?" I asked.

"I'm 25."

"Any diseases?"

"No."

"Drugs?"

"Not since college."

"Job?"

"I worked in HR."

I didn't need to know, I could imagine why, but I wanted to hear it 
from her  "Why did the job end?"

"My boss was a douche.  Always contradicted him self and acted cocky.  
He would tell me to do something then get mad at me for not doing 
something else at he same time.  In the end I just... lost it.  I had 
no confidence to do anything even when I wanted to and got fired.  I 
hated him."

"He sounds passive aggressive."

"Yeah."

"Why not find a new job then?  Not everyone is like that."

"This is a bad area, no one is hiring, especially after they call to 
speak with him to verify my former employer."

"OK, but how does this work out for a woman, being here as some sort of 
trainee."

"I'll do whatever you want."  She said, seeming to want to mean more.

"I don't want a pet sweetheart.  And, I'm not going to take advantage 
of a woman down on her luck."

"You wouldn't be, I want this."

"To what, be my naked slave?"

"To be your maid or assistant.  Just naked."

"Why would someone want me to teach them to be naked?  What does 
learning to be naked even mean?"  I said, raising my voice towards her.

"I can't do it on my own.  I tremble at the thought."

"What about what was said before, about going naked everywhere.  I 
never said that.  And besides, apprehension, pain, and stress are a 
part of learning."

"I do, I want to be naked everywhere.  I am not afraid."

Ignoring her contradiction about fear "Is exhibitionism some sort of 
political thing or is exhibitionism something to get off on."

She blushed, "I get off on it."

"What if I wanted to fuck, or play bondage games and tie you up as I 
fuck someone else?   What about sensual things?"
 
"Yes.  Anything.  I'd be your slave."

"Am I getting a servant, a maid, a student, or a slave?"

"Everything."  She responded.

"Fine, the first test was passed by coming in here naked.  But, it's 
time for bed. We'll talk tomorrow."

I stood up, walked across the room and grabbed a sheet set from a 
closet, and put it over the couch.  

"Sleep here." I said.  "Bathroom is over there.  Anything else?"

"What should I do now?"

"I don't care, masturbate or go to sleep." With that, I went to bed.

What a strange bird, I thought as I started to get a hard-on while 
going to bed.  I didn't sleep much that night, I was in and out of 
sleep several times.  I looked in on her several times in the night.  
As far as I could tell, she was lightly masturbating as she cried.

When I had waken for the last time, I quickly remembered my unplanned 
guest.  I got up and looked in on her briefly, she was right where I 
left her.  I went on to handle my morning ritual, then went out to see 
her.

I sat in the chair next to her and watched.  She still didn't look very 
familiar.  As she slept, she twitched every once in a while like she 
was in pain.  She was probably on the edge of a mental and physical 
breakdown.  She even smelled stressed, that's probably why I was so 
uncomfortable around her last night.

I leaned over and moved some hair out of her face  "Wake up little 
one." I said in my friendliest voice.

She sighed and shifted, then startled and looked up at me, briefly 
scowling before giving me a gentle smile.

"You're up early."

"I never sleep well in new situations or after drinking, last night was 
both.  Coffee?"

"Please."

As she uncurled out of her sleeping position, I walked over to the 
kitchen and started breakfast.

In order to get her ready for a lot of exposure, and to try to help her 
readjust to life, I would need to start cooking more healthy food.  I 
had few veggies or nutrient dense foods to work with, I made a note to 
buy more.  For now, breakfast would be cereal and juice.

I sat at the table, eating my breakfast, as she showered.  I was naked 
as I am normally in my home.  Here I had a willing, beautiful woman, 
wanting to be trained be my to be the perfect exhibitionist, who was 
willing to be my slave and service me in any fashion I desired.

I made a phone call.  Kim answered half awake.  "Hello?"

"Kim, it's Ralph.  Sorry for waking you up but there's a problem."

"It's OK, what is it?"

"Lisa."

"Lisa Grove?   She didn't do anything weird did she?"

"Yes.  But, she's fine.  She showed up last nigh on my doorstep 
claiming to know me and I don't remember her.  She said she knew you 
two and had spoken with you about me."

"Yes.  She's kind of forgettable."

"Great, think she's trouble?"

"No, she's crazy but harmless."  Kim responded.

"OK, thanks."

"What's going on."

"I don't know.  She didn't profess her love to me or anything, but she 
wants to stay.  It's like she thinks I run some sort of nude ashram or 
something."

"Play along if you want, or call me and I'll help'"

"OK, I might do both."

"Oh?"

"Well, I've got to run sexy, I think she's getting out of the shower."

"OK, bye sweetie."

"Bye", and I hung up.

My dining room was more of a kitchen nook.  It had large windows facing 
out to the yard.  I loved this nook.  The yard had a garden I loved to 
be naked in, my own little sanctuary.  Dining rooms are silly to me, 
everyone eats in every room of the house anymore.

I made a mental note to be nicer today.  After the way I spoke to he 
last night she is probably regretting coming here.  And if Kim says to 
play along, I'll play.

But, what to do with her.... I have no interest in fucking even a 
willing crazy servant.  We'll draw the line there.  Anything else is 
fair game.

Perhaps an explicit contract, detailing what I expect from her.
 
I sipped my tea, thinking, as she emerged from the shower.

"You look thoughtful."  Lisa said to me as she toweled off her hair.  
Naked and glowing except for a towel around her hair.  Looked like she 
had scrubbed hard to clean up the tears.

"I've been put on a unique position. Have a seat, want something to 
eat?"  I said, motioning towards the chair and trying to smile.

"I'm fine." she said taking a chair.

I ignored the fact she didn't practice basic nudist etiquette and put 
the towel down, and began with my thoughts.

"I called Kim to check up the story I was given last night."

"What did she say?"

"She said to play along.  Ready?" I left it up to her to figure whether 
it was I or Lisa whom should play along.

"Not really."

"What should we do here, specifically?"

"I want adventure."  She said.

"There is no reason to become a nude disciple for that...."

"But, I have to be forced." she murmured "I am too anxious, to likely 
to skip out if I am not."

"Why exhibitionism though?  Why not just become a nudist or a stripper?"

"I don't know, public nudity just turns me on.  Nudist clubs sound 
weird, but I want to try them too.  I'm not ready for stripping."

"I guess that is good as any reason.  This is a big step, I'm still not 
sure I believe everything.  I don't even really remember that party 
where we met."

"But, you must....", she cut me off

"We'll see, I continued.  We'll do a non-binding contract.  Each week 
there'll be a little more added to it, until after four months we're as 
close to the goals as we can be."

"This will be a Employee and boss relationship.  A maid who will clean 
up after me and this place.  As a nudist I can never have this place 
clean enough.  I'll even pay a little.  But, given that there will not 
be many expenses, the saved income will be significant with time."

"When will I get paid?"  she asked.

"At the end of the four months."

"Why then."

"Money will not be necessary until then.  Plus it cements the whole 
servant thing." I said, with a smile.  Also, I wasn't going to tell her 
this, but it would keep her from worrying and give her a gentle 
incentive to leave if she wanted to.

"We won't fuck Lisa." She looked at me confused. "We'll do everything 
else.  I'll lick, kiss, and even tie up and beat this body.  I'll 
expect kisses and fellatio in return.  We'll touch everywhere, fill 
that pussy and ass with fingers and toys, even bathe and groom each 
other, and expect much of the same in return.  We'll even sleep next to 
each other.  But, we will not fuck."

She still looked at me confused.

"I'm getting complete power.  I wont prostitute someone, even if I want 
to.  A servant is many thing, but not a fuck toy.  I wouldn't want 
either of us to deal with that emotional baggage, on top of what we are 
already going to be dealing with.  And besides, I wouldn't want to 
knock up my slave..."

She nodded starting to understand.

"OK, then."  I continued.

"Each week we'll add another rule, each to get used to being naked a 
little more.  Raise the bar a little bit each week, you'll not even 
notice you're going more naked after a while.  Each increase will be so 
slight, the will seem insignificant.  But, in a few months of being a 
depraved exhibitionist, that will be comfortable naked everywhere, 
always turned on; and, only shocked when we remember how Lisa used to 
be, a forgettable girl, not like a beauty seen naked and cared for by 
everyone.

"Some rules will have a limit for the number of times the task is to be 
done.  Some rules will only apply for the week.  Others will apply for 
the rest of your training.

"We'll break this up into four parts, each one a month.  First, we'll 
get used to being naked.  Then, we'll get you used to being naked among 
strangers.  Then next, friends.  Then last, everyone.  You'll even be 
around your family naked.

"There are no penalties.  Each new rule will be insignificant to the 
last, so hey should not be a problem.  If you refuse one, the training 
is over and you can get out of my life.

"Does that sound good?"

She thought and then smiled, nodded.

"OK then, I responded.  "One more question before we start.  What is 
wrong with you?"

She looked at me confused.

"You're asking to become an indentured sex servant to a stranger.  What 
is wrong with you?"

She looked at me and thought, watching my face.  She finally responded. 
 "I don't know."

"That will have to do for now, I guess."

So I started writing out the contract as she watched:

I, Lisa Grove, am entering into this non binding contact of my own free 
will.  I will work as a maid in the household of Ralph Edward for the 
duration of four months.  The the duration of this contract, Ralph set 
aside minimum wages full time each week, to be paid for the period 
completed under contract at the end of the contract.  At the end of the 
contract, we will re-negotiate.  However, even if the contract is 
fulfilled, no offer of future employment is implied.

I, Lisa Grove, in my role as a maid, will nurture, care for, and clean 
myself, my master, his home as his guests as directed by my master.  I 
will keep everything clean and tidy all week, and complete a thorough 
cleaning every Monday and as required.

I, Lisa Grove, have asked to be trained as a exhibitionist as a part of 
my employment.  As such, I will perform any actions requested of me and 
allow any actions done to me, up to but not including intercourse.  
Each week, a new rule will be added which is to be followed without 
direct instruction.  Each rule will be either in effect for the 
duration of this contract, one week, or a task to be completed a 
specified number of times within the week.  Any failure to complete the 
rules as specified will result in the immediate end of the contract and 
termination of employment.  A new rule will be added each week to this 
contract.

I, Lisa Grove, will perform any action required by Edward at any place, 
whether explicitly in the contract or not.

I, Lisa Grove, temporarily give up all possessions and control of my 
person except as directed by Ralph Edward.

Each party may end the contract at any time.

This contract is not transferable.

Signed, Lisa Grove, Jan 1 2012

Signed, Ralph Edward, Jan 1 2012 

Rule #1: 


After looking at the contract, she thought and bit her lip.  "What is 
rule #1" she asked.

"The rule doesn't matter.  I'll add the first rule tonight, after we 
sign."

"Will it be hard?"  She asked.

"Like all the rules, not much harder than what has already been done."  
Reaching out to emphasize I gently cupped her breast.

She giggled but did not swat my hand away.

"Why do you write about nurturing myself?"

"This is a complete life reset.  Even changes in diet will be 
necessary.  Going out exposed required careful nutrition and body care. 
 Dealing with stress also requires careful management."

"Oh?"

"I expect makeup to not be worn often, if ever."

"Why?"

"I don't like it and it's bad for skin.  Plus it seems rather silly to 
be naked except for the face.  Skin adjusts with time and becomes more 
beautiful with careful nutrition and exposure."

"Yeah" she said as she smiled.  "What is first?" She said

"We shut down everything." I said.  "Pack up the apartment except a few 
necessities.  Put everything else in long term storage."

"I'm getting butterflies in my stomach.", she said "Can I sign now?"

"If it's time, shouldn't we wait a little while and talk more?"

"No, I want to sign it now."

"OK, but first, go shave that pussy."

"My what?  Why?"

"Everything will makes sense in a minute, and because I said to.  If 
this can't be done without questioning it we're not going to get very 
far.  And, keep it shaved from now on." 

"OK, be right back ~master~."  she got up and went to the bathroom.

As she depilated I finished my to-do list.  I stroked myself a few 
times at the thought of the weeks to come.

After she finished she came out covering up her vulva.

"Don't cover up," I said, wagging a finger.  "Was the aftershave easy 
to find and is everything dry?"

With a "Yep.", she dropped her hand.  "It feels funny."  she said

"That pussy will feel funnier by the time we're through.  Now, are we 
ready?"

"Yes."  And she picked up a pen and signed with a sigh.
 
After she signed, I did as well and told her to stand up.
 
I placed the contract face down on the seat, and grabbed an ink pad.  I 
put my hands between her knees and told her to spread them.
 
As she looked on in confusion I inked her freshly shaven vulva.  
 
"Now, turn around and straddle the chair, placing the ink against the 
paper."
 
At this point, she was simply doing as she was told and sat down.
 
"Now, stand up gently."
 
As she did I held the paper down and looked at our artwork.  She put a 
hand on her pussy and looked down.
 
"It looks like one of those rarshack things." she said.
 
"A rorschach." I corrected "What do you see?" I said holding it up to 
air dry.
 
"It's pretty." she chirped.

"Yes."

"Why did you do that?" she asked.

"I thought it was cool.  And, if anyone doubts willingness to 
participate as an exhibitionist, I just have to show them."

"I don't think there will be any doubt there." she said smiling.  

"Never know, now go wash that pussy again before we get ink everywhere. 
 And, grab a towel to sit on."

As she cleaned grabbed a towel, I grabbed shorts, a t-shirt and my keys.
 
"Where are you going?" she asked.

"We are going out." I said. "Grab your keys."

"What should I wear?"

"That towel. Wrap that around like a girl would after a shower.  And, 
always sit on a towel while naked."

She thought and then smiled.  "OK!"

We got in the car and I turned it on.  "Where is the apartment?"
 
She directed me to a nice part of town and an equally nice apartment 
complex.  The whole area looked green, but with that over watered golf 
course look.  The large amounts of synthetic fertilizer gave the air an 
unnatural sick smell.  Given her stories I doubted she could afford to 
live here.  It also looked pretty locked down, no one in site. I 
imagined she could go days here without seeing her neighbors, let alone 
speak with them.

We got to the door and there was an eviction notice on it.  I looked it 
and thought, one more thing to deal with.

After we went in, she looked around sad but didn't do anything.

"Drop the towel." I said.

She looked at me like she was going to talk back, but then nodded and 
dropped the towel.

Her apartment looked like someone who was really having a breakdown 
lived there.  Dirty laundry everywhere, the trash was overflowing, the 
dirty bed was not made.  The mirror was broken.

"Where are the trash bags I asked.

"In the kitchen, I'll grab some."

"Get them all.", I said

"OK" and a second later she handed me the box.

"We'll need to clean the laundry before we put it in storage." I said, 
"Use one bag for whites, one for colors, etc."

"Can we just donate it all?" she asked.

"We can't go naked for the rest of our lives?  Besides, we have to 
clean it before we donate it."  I told her, staring to worry about how 
badly she wanted to throw away it all.

She stated clearing a spot on the floor for the bags, I started 
gathering up the trash in a bag. I found old catalogs and food 
containers everywhere, a few nondescript wrappers, even found money in 
spots.

Her dirty clothes were nice but hadn't been taken care of, not much was 
salvageable.  I found an old workout outfit and put it in a new bag by 
the door.

"Lisa?"

"Yes Ralph?"

"This bag by the door isn't trash or donation, put anything in it I say 
to bring to my house."

"OK"

I started putting the bags with trash in the kitchen.

After four bags gathered by the door I called Lisa over.

"Grab two and show me where the dumpster is."

"OK" she said, going to get her towel

"No towel Lisa."

"What?"

"I was clear.  No towel."

"But, I didn't think I would be going naked in front of strangers yet."

"They're not strangers and I didn't see anyone when we came in.  The 
street was quiet."

"But, I live here, I have to come back to here."

"This isn't home anymore!  And if these people were capable of giving a 
shit I wouldn't have seen an eviction notice on the door.  Now, come on 
or deal is off."

I grabbed my keys for emphasis.   Then, picked up two trash bags as 
well and waited outside for her to choose.

A few moments later a red eyed Lisa came put the door, holding a bag in 
front of her and a bag behind her for cover.

"Good girl.  Now put one down and close the door."

she looked at me unsure.  Then quietly put a bag down and equally 
quietly closed the door.  Then quickly picked up her garbage shield 
again.  

"Lisa, don't cover anything, I mean it."

"She then put down the bag and stood there tensely.

"Good, now I want you to look around.  Do you see anyone but me?"

"No...."

"Are there even any open blinds?"

"No." she said, sounding more relaxed.

"Are there any cars coming?"

"Not one." she said, almost smiling.

"Is it a nice day?"

"Yes." she responded, seeming puzzled.

"Then let's go.  Where is the dumpster?"

"This way." she said, walking off.

She was fine until we heard the grass rustle.  Her breath caught and 
she looked over scared just to see a squirrel running from Lisa's shame.

Both of us broke out in laughter as we watched it chatter and run away.

"It probably has never seen a naked woman before.  Who knows what it's 
thinking."

That day we threw away 20 bags of garbage and unsalvageable clothes.  I 
even made her take out a few on her own.  We didn't know of anyone 
seeing her.

I grabbed the bag by the door and went into the bathroom.  It was as 
filthy as the rest of the unit.  I saw the tooth brush and tampons I 
was looking for immediately and tossed them in the bag.  I also saw a 
pair of sandals she would need.  She also had good shampoo I took.

She came to the door at this point and started watching me.  

"Don't forget the maxipads."  she said to my shyly.  

"Right." I said picking them up and handing them to her.  "Put them in 
the trash."

"I need those."

"Not true." I responded.  "Use tampons all the time from now on.  Women 
can't wear pads when they're naked.  Keep this up long enough and there 
is a treatment that can even stop periods for a while.

"Oh." she said, looking at the box before throwing them away.

"When is the next period, by the way."

"In two weeks."

"OK then. Most nudist women wear shorts and pads on their heavy flow 
days.  But, since you're saying you want to go naked all the time, 
you'll be using tampons all the time.  They work better on naked women, 
the string will need to be trimmed though."

I also grabbed some brushes and combs and various tools she would need. 
 I walked past her to the bedroom. 

I looked around and grabbed her pillow, removed and left the pillow 
case tough.  In her closet were a few thins which looked useful, a suit 
with matching flats she would need, a sundress she could use, didn't 
see anything she could  do heavy work in though

"Are there any denim dresses or heavy cotton clothes we could take?"

"No."

"OK.  We'll need to buy something for moving day, no reason to scratch 
up those pretty tits.  Where are the toys?"

"The what?"

"Toys, vibrators, dildos, butt plugs.."

"I don't have any.

"Why not?"

"I was too scared to buy any."

"We'll fix that, believe me." I said with a leer

She looked at me, insure if I would fix her shyness or buy her toys.

"While we're on this topic.   Ever been with a woman?"

"I'm straight but I've fooled around with other women before."

"Want to do it again?"

"A little."

"What about Kim?"

"I don't know if she's bi."

"Not the question, is she appealing?"

"Yes."

"OK, kitchen is next."  I moved the conversation away from sex and back 
to business.

I didn't see anything worth taking.  "Any cooking skills?"

"Not really."

"What is wrong with girls these days, can't cook a thing..."

"I'm sorry." she said to me.

"Don't be, it's no ones fault.  Families should take care of teaching 
cooking.... Speaking of family, where are family heirlooms, pictures, 
and keepsakes?"

"All over the place."

"OK, Grab that cooler over there and stick in it anything that'll be 
missed or that might get stolen.  We'll repack it later."

As she wandered around the apartment I went to check the quality of the 
furniture.

Pretty soon, looking at her I could see she was about to cry, I decided 
that was enough for today.

"OK, that's enough for the day.  I'll keep cooking then.  Grab any 
account statements and the apartment lease, we'll start sorting them 
out tomorrow."

"Grab the towel but do not put it on."

"OK" she said, putting it over her shoulder.

"Come on." I said as I walked out the door.

"Let me get my keys."

"OK, don't lock the door."

"Why, someone could get in?"

"There's nothing to steal.  And besides, maybe someone will do us a 
favor and burn it down."  I said with a laugh.

"Yeah." she said without a smile.

We walked down to the car and got in.

"Is the car paid for?" I asked her.

"Yes, I want a new one though "she said back.

"A new car may not be necessary for a while, it'll do fine."

"OK...." sh said with a pregnant pause.

"Now we get a storage place."

"With me nakee?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

"This place is owned by a nudist friend.  They've seen it all, believe 
me.  He might not even say anything when he sees."

"That's funny."

"Not really.  So, go in and ask for a, lemme think, 8x6 storage unit, a 
padlock, and a small box kit."

"OK." she said back.

We pulled into Rob's Fun Box Storage and pulled into a space.

"OK, now go in and lease the unit."

"Aren't you coming?" she asked seeming insecure.

"No, this is fine.  " I said with a smile.

"OK", she seemed to steel herself for a second then got out.

She walked slowly into the store, pausing and looking around several 
times.  I'm going to have to teach her to streak properly, if people 
see her walking around like a little girl trying to steal a treat after 
a bath, they will think something is wrong.

After a few minutes she came back and got into the car.

"What did they say?"

"Unit 56."

"Nothing about being 'nakee'?"

"Just a smile."

"OK, lets go home then."
 
We drove back to the house.  She was still being quiet.  Finally she 
broke the silence.  "What is wrong with you?"

"What?"

"You asked me.  I want to know what is wrong with you, it's a fair 
question."

"Yeah fine.  It's complicated.  I was lonely as a kid, and my family 
didn't help.  I was neglected to an extent and was a latch key kid.  Do 
you know what Lyme disease is?"

"That comes from bugs right?"

"Normally.  I either caught it from a tick or my mother.  The whole 
family had Lyme.  The disease affects every part of our body and minds. 
 People with Lyme develop emotional issues and can't relate, and as a 
result of the suffering they develop attitude problems.

"My mother and father separated as a result, although they didn't know 
it at the time.  Us kids developed our own issues.  I don't want to 
talk about my sisters.  I became morbidly obese, a nerd, and developed 
a fear of intimacy.

"But, because of my emotional issues, I couldn't even relate to other 
nerds.  But, at the same time, I was fiercely lonely.  We all needed 
each other, but were scared to get close to each other.  We were like a 
family of porcupines, needing to touch each other but scared to.

"People with a fear of intimacy tend to alternate between extremes, 
both isolation and extroversion. Freud said that dreaming about being 
naked represents a desire to be loved.

"I sort of learned how to care for the Lyme even before I knew what it 
was.  I started going to nudist clubs as soon as I was old enough

She asked: "Is the Lyme cured?"

"No, it wasn't even properly diagnosed.  My doctors refused to diagnose 
and treat me.  I ended up sorting it out on my own.  Having Lyme 
explained to much to ignore.

"Why do you like going naked still?" She asked.

"Do I have to have a reason to like something?"

"I'm sorry I'm just asking."  She replied, getting defensive.

"I didn't mean that in a bad way.  Reason doesn't come into likes."

"Huh?"

"We just do or do not like things.  Why does a young and insecure woman 
want to be naked?"

"I don't know."

"Exactly.  Some of our likes are determined by random acts of nature.  
Some are acquired.  Others are determined by experience.  Some are 
taught by our peers."

"Yeah."

"I think this has something to do with escapism in my part; I'm so 
repressed I have to expose myself completely.  Another is my career, 
sitting behind a computer all day detaches me from nature.  Also, my 
exhibitionism apparently has something to do with fear of intimacy."

"What?"

"Yeah, sounds weird, doesn't it?  Apparently people with a fear of 
normal intimacy still need some sort of intimacy and end up going to 
extremes, this is my compensation."

She laughed at that.

Now my turn to say it: "What?"

"That's just like you, so serious to the point of being extremely not 
serious."

"There's no way even Freud really knows.  My ramblings are really just 
the model I have for my life."

The sun was starting to set as we pulled in to my yard

We brought the bags in and piled them in the utility room.  The boxes 
went in the living room.

"Lisa, while I do dinner, please repack your keepsakes into a real box. 
 Ziploc bags are in the kitchen, and newspaper is by the fireplace.  
When it's finished, start some laundry.

"OK."  was her emotionless reply.  

Most of the evening went without talking.  We took turns taking care of 
the laundry.

Finally after dinner and the laundry folded, we went to bed.  I decided 
we would go ahead and sleep next to each other in my room.  She went to 
sleep gently crying and masturbating like she did before.  But, after 
the long day and the restive night before, we both slept well.

I woke up on my own when my alarm normally would have gone off.  I 
looked over to see her looking at me.
 
"Morning." she said first, leaning over to give me a hesitant kiss.
 
"Was that OK?"  She asked, more than unsure of herself.
 
"A kiss is almost always OK, good in fact."  I said with a smile and 
leaning over to kiss her again.  "Let's get started with our day."
 
I went in to the kitchen as she took pleasure with the plumbing.  After 
breakfast I started to load up my truck with bags for donation, and 
supplies for cleaning

"Grab the keys, a sundress, an a towel and come on."

"Do I have to get dressed?"

"No, and don't.  Just come on."

We went out to the truck and drove to the local mercantile.  We stopped 
by the clothes donation box out front.

"Come on Lisa, let's get rid of this shit, brownie points for naked 
girls."  I said to her smiling

"Race you!" was her response as she started to move quickly.

We threw the bags into the donor box as quickly as possible, we laughed 
after she threw one of the bags straight at me.

"OK, that's good.  Feel better?"

"Yes!"  Came her breathless response.

"OK, now the bad news.  Put on the sundress and come on."  

"Awww..." was her response as she stretched into the truck window, just 
a bare ass and a pair of sandals hanging out at one point.

We walked into the store and grabbed a cart.  She was walking a little 
immodestly for someone not wearing underwear but she only received 
smiles from anyone looking her way.

I leaned over to her ear and said to her "Want to know the best way to 
kept people from knowing you're not wearing underwear?"

"What's that?"

"Make eye contact and smile, they won't dare look down."  I said to 
her, looking into her eyes before kissing her.

After we grabbed the necessities, I made a rare trip to the ladies 
clothes section.

"What are we looking for?"  She asked

"A denim dress to work in, you know the kind  that button down the 
front."

"Yep."  She responded.
 
As we looked around she obviously wanted to try on several things.  I 
kept steering her away.  

Finally I saw what we were looking for and asked hr size.

"A seven she responded.

"Fine."  I handed her a nine.

Why so big?

"It'll have to not bunch for work clothes.  Try it on here."

"I can't get naked here."  She responded.

"Yes women can.  But, that is not what I want.  Just try it on over the 
sundress.  Trust me, I have an idea."

"OK."  She said, with her frequent doubt voicing itself in her tone.

Once it was on I asked it it fit.

"Yes, it's baggy though."

"That is what we want.  Now, without looking behind you, take it off by 
pulling it over your head.

"But, my dress will ride up.

"Yep."  I responded, in my best imitation of her.

She smiled and exposed most of her body to a wall.

After she straightened up her dress she looked over and saw that no one 
could have seen her.

"You tease.  What is next?"

"Sports bra."

"I have several of those, she responded."

"Yes, but this one is for cleaning and heavy work."

"OK."  I grabbed a cheap size seven sports bra and turned to leave.

"Want to know the second best way to let someone know you're not 
wearing underwear?

"What?"

"Tell them."

"And the best?"

"Show them, of course.  But, tell the clerk as we leave."

"Really?"

"Yes."

To cash out, we chose the register furthest from the door we used to 
enter.  The clerk was a young pimply girl, probably just graduated from 
high school.  We cashed out with Lisa's money, all of the goods were 
for her.

I gently elbowed Lisa to remind her to verbally expose herself.

Lisa simply said "Beautiful day isn't it?"

"I guess" responded the girl.

"I love days like this where I can wear as little as possible."

"I bet" said the girl

"I mean it, I haven't worn underwear in days."

"Oh."  said the girl, not paying attention, ringing up the total

"Thanks."  I said to the girl, taking Lisa, the cart and leaving.

The girl suddenly realized what was just said and yelled out.  "I can't 
believe you just said that!"

Lisa coolly turned to her and smiled as we left, a little breeze 
catching her sun-dress as we went through the door.  I don't know what 
the clerk saw, her eyes didn't show any change from her shock as we 
walked out.  But, I hope she got an eyeful.  We ran to the car to 
prevent anyone from following us an drove off laughing.

We went straight to Lisa's apartment and got to work.  "Ditch the 
sundress.  Put on the work-dress, bra, an rubber gloves and get to 
work."

"OK" she said, barely hesitating as she started to change in front of 
me.

"I'm going to get to work on the furniture.  Be sure to grab anything 
else valuable or important today, I doubt the unlocked door will be 
unnoticed again..."

Looking around, the mess was as we had left it.  We got to work 
quickly.  The bed was a nice queen sized bed, it was a pain to 
disassemble.  I put the stained polyester-blend sheets in the trash.  I 
managed to get the bedroom set up as a staging area, anything for 
storage went in on corner, anything for donation went in another, trash 
went in the living room.  After that I evaluated the living room 
furniture, decided it was all modular trash

"Where is the lease?"

"Just a sec" Responded Lisa

I heard several piles being disturbed and she brought it to me.  And, I 
sat down to read.

The lease was fairly standard, thirty days notice was required for 
vacating with escalating penalties depending on how much time was left 
in the lease.  But, the penalties were better than continuing to pay 
rent for 5 months.

"Lisa, please come here.

"Yes" she asked

"Looking at this, we need to put in 30 days notice that you're leaving 
to save you some money.  Right?"

"Yes?"

"But, it'll be harder to back out of our personal agreement if there is 
nowhere to go.  What should we do?"

"I'll put in notice."

"OK, come on and help me carry the box-spring down to the truck.  Then 
go put notice in."

"Dressed pike this?"

"Or naked."

"I'll go as I am."

"Going in that over-sized house dress will show them the situation.  
Either it'll feed their shallow little egos or they'll gain some 
sympathy.  In any case, they'll have less excuse to go to court.  Oh 
yes, and one more thing."

"What?"

"They'll ask for a new address, say that it is at a friends and don't 
have it yet and can't give it out."

"OK"

We carried down the box springs and she walked off.
 
When she came back she was crying, but also looked happy.

"What did they say?" I asked.

"'Good.'  She only said good and handed me the form."

I nodded my head and gave Lisa a hug.  We finished carrying down the 
rest of the bed and the new bags of trash.

"Is there anything else important or any clothes left in the apartment?

She nodded.

"Grab everything and lets go."

We walked back in and she grabbed a box to take with us as we left.  
She said the last clothes were in the laundry closet.  I grabbed a few 
trash bags and started dumping the clothes into them.  The washer and 
dryer look salvageable.
 
"Do the washer and dryer belong to the complex?"

"No, they are mine."

"OK, we'll need to figure out how to deal with them.  How much are they 
worth?"

"Not much."

"We'll sell them then."

"OK."

We loaded up the car and headed out.

After dropping the bed and some boxes at storage we went home for 
lunch.  I told Lisa to get to work on the laundry and to clean the 
living areas as I got ready for dinner.  It was fun to have a naked 
maid.  Even watching her jiggle as she vacuumed was refreshing.
 
Later in the day I called Kim and Bill and invited them for dinner.  
They know all dinners at my place were clothing optional.  Lisa was 
surprised to hear peopled would be coming over, she wasn't ready to be 
naked in front of friends yet.  I explained it away simply as "They are 
more than friends."

Dinner was to be roast with potatoes and a big salad with drinks 
afterward. 

Lisa and I were naked and sitting on the couch resting when Kim 
arrived, sans Bill and fully dressed.  I got the door and led Kim in.  
The greetings between Lisa and Kim were awkward, I haven't seen Lisa 
blush like that since her first night here.  Naked people greeting for 
the first time is always a sight, especially if one is actually 
dressed, especially if they knew each other clothed from before.

Dinner was uneventful except that Kim stayed dressed while Lisa and I 
were nude.  This experience wasn't foreign to Kim and I, but was rather 
alien to Lisa.  Lisa never relaxed, and Kim was not sure what to say.  
So, once everyone was finished I was grateful to send Lisa to the 
kitchen to clean and get a chance to talk to Kim.

As Lisa was cleaning up from dinner, Kim sat down next to me pulled me 
closer to her as she leaned in for my ear.

"What is this all about?"  she asked

"I'm still not sure myself, still playing things by ear."

"Why invite me tonight, Lisa obviously didn't want me to see her like 
this.  And, I bet you just wanted another pussy to look at."

"I know, but she needs someone to talk to other than me.  And, I needed 
someone she and I both trust to talk to her."

"OK?"

"I always want another pussy to look at and play with." To emphasize, I 
put my hand in her lap "But, I'm not sure how close Lisa is to breaking 
down.  We're making a lot of long term changes to her life, we put in 
notice to cancel her lease today, I still need to be sure she isn't 
going to feel trapped."

"Yeah."

"Plus, I'm sure she needs an upper class-man to show her a good example 
and for her to confide in."  An with that I tugged on her pants buttons.

"Why not just bring her to the club?  She will find people to be 
friends with and talk to."

"I will eventually.  Nudity is too sexualized for Lisa, she needs to 
learn to segment her play time first.  A lot of people there don't get 
public nudists.  And frankly, she really is breaking down.  People 
might be scared of or for her, or even worse thing that we are the ones 
tormenting her.  Besides, apparently someone told her I was a militant 
exhibitionist."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mislead her."

"It's OK, but in the future I want to introduce people to my nudism in 
my own way, OK?"
 
"OK, what should I say?"

"Whatever seems right.  Please just let me know afterwards.  I think a 
good chance to speak with her is now that she's almost finished with 
the dishes."

"You're probably right."

After she stood up I grabbed a hold of her hips and leaned down in 
front of her.  I undid her pants and lowered them a few inches, she 
wasn't wearing panties.  I planted a big kiss on her pussy and licked 
it for a few seconds before pulling her pants back up and refastening 
them.

"What was that for?"

"I always need another pussy to play with.  I haven't even jacked off 
since Lisa got here.  Now go be a good, perverted, mother hen and make 
sure our egg isn't about to crack.  When the kitchen is good, come back 
out and I will leave to make drinks."

"A whole three days with out cuming, your eggs are the ones I should be 
worried about cracking."  And with that she smiled and walked toward 
the kitchen, adjusting her pants a little as she walked.

I really hope I can trust Kim, I thought to myself as she walked away.  
I imagine the reason she didn't bring Bill was so that she could scope 
out the situation.

I couldn't really hear what they were saying in the kitchen.  
Occasionally I could here a word here or there, or even play screams 
and laughter.  They seemed to be taking longer than usual for what was 
left.  I sat for a few minutes changing channels, then decided to put 
on some ambient music.

I was starting to really want my drink when they finally came out 
wrapped arm in arm, naked as jaybirds and slightly wet, like two girls 
coming put of a bath.  Apparently they had sprayed each other and Kim 
took her wet clothes off while in there.

"Not that I'm complaining but what happened to the clothes?"

"They melted.  They're in the wash with some of Lisa's old clothes.  I 
guess I'm stuck here for tonight."  Kim replied.

"Friends are always welcome.  I'll make a bed."  Although, it wouldn't 
be the first time Kim drove home naked.  I guess she wanted to see how 
deep the rabbit hole went and found an excuse to stay.

"And, what would the ladies like to drink?"  I asked, standing up with 
a mild erection.

"A sloe gin fizz please" said Kim

"Me too."  said Lisa.

Both of them stared at my tumescent penis as I walked away.  They 
seemed to giggle as I went around the corner.

So, hard drinks it is.  Kim seemed to be filling the role I asked her 
to.  Hopefully Lisa would now relax.

I made three of the drinks, as slowly as possible, and walked out with 
a bowl of cherries and the drinks.  Lisa and Kim were sitting very 
close to each other in the couch.  Except for Kim's tan and Lisa's lack 
of tan it would be impossible to tell in spots where one woman began 
and where one ended.

I sat down on the couch next to Kim and started sip-ing on my drink.

They were whispering to each other between giggles, I could barely make 
out what was being said.

"Women and their secrets." I said playfully.

"Oh, there's no secret.  You're the topic." Kim said "Lisa says she 
hasn't seen you Jack off."

"That's painfully true."

"We'll, let me show her how it's done."  Kim said as she reached over 
and took my cock in her hand.  Lisa watched half wide eyed as she 
leaned forward to take a drink.

Kim gently touched me all over my mid-section.  She reached down and 
gently played with the skin behind the head of my cock, massagine the 
skin behind the head and I grew more erect.   Before I leaned back and 
relaxed I noticed Kim's other hand going to work in Lisa's lap as well. 
 As she stoked faster and faster I knew I was not going to last long.  
Once I reached the point of no return I reached and put a hand behind 
her neck, letting her know it was time.  With that, she reached over 
with her other hand and cupped it around the front of my penis, 
catching my juices as I came.

Lisa had been left in the lurch and was playing with herself as I came.

After I finished cumming Kim looked at the mess I had made of her hand 
and offered it to Lisa.

"Do you want it?"  Kim asked.  Lisa, not sure how to respond, only 
looked back at her.

"Your loss then."  Kim said before she started to lick my cum off of 
her own hand.

"Now, who is going to make me cum?"  Kim asked.

"With pleasure."  I said, kneeling down between her legs.  I saw Kim's 
hand go back to work on Lisa before I planted a juicy kiss on Kim's 
mons.

Kim seemed to cum quickly, I think she faked it and wanted to move on.

"Now my turn" said Lisa, with energy for the first time tonight.

"well then, come on."  I too Lisa's hand as I got off the couch.  I 
laid down on the floor a told Lisa to straddle my face.  She put her 
calves beneath my shoulders, where she could look down at my eyes.

As I started to enjoy the meal ahead of he I could feel another's pairs 
of hands and lips start to work on my cock.  Kim really hadn't finished.

As I switched from teasing licks to a lip massage of the pussy raining 
juice down on me I could feel Kim mount my engorged cock and start to 
ride.

I saw Kim's hands come around to the front and start to massage Lisa's 
tits.  A good pinch by Kim seemed to be all it took for Lisa to finally 
come as I returned to licking her firmly.

After Lisa came and slumped backed against Kim I could feel Kim start 
to change her tempo as she tried to bring herself off against my cock.  
After what many thrusts Kim and I came in unison as Lisa rode my face.

"Wow" Lisa said as she started to disengage herself from my upper body.

"You've seen nothing yet." said Kim, after pulling Lisa's face around 
for a kiss.

"Now, it's your turn to clean me up" Kim said, talking to Lisa and 
sitting on the couch with her legs spread.

"I think you need a cream pie in the face after refusing my gift 
earlier."  Kim's swollen pussy was glistening with both of our juices.

Lisa gave in and leaned forward to lick Kim's wounds.  Was probably 
just Kim's way of reminding Lisa who the alpha female was, not that I 
think Lisa minded.

Watching their ministrations made my cock start to grow again.  I 
started to play with it a little before I decided to save my last 
tonight for Lisa.  I finished my mostly untouched drink as I watched 
from the floor.  Lisa started to play with herself as she worked.  
"Good girl", I thought to myself.

"I think we need to move to the bath."  I said, freeing Lisa from Kim's 
dominance.

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea." Kim said

I stood up, taking Lisa by the hand and walking off to my giant 
bathroom.  I lead the two women to the shower and then I got the bath 
ready.

Once they were rinsed off, they got in the bath and I took my turn in 
the shower.  The shower had quite the smell to it, of sweat and pussy.

After I got out, Lisa looked at me with a come hither look, and I sat 
down onto the the edge of the tub next to her.  Kim had taken the other 
side.

"My turn" Lisa said, as she took ahold of my cock and reached down to 
take it into her mouth.

I watched as Lisa tried her hardest to make me cum again.  Kim's deft 
hands worked on Lisa as Lisa's head bobbed up and down on me for five 
minutes.  I finally came when I closed my eyes and pictures Lisa 
walking through her apartment complex naked.

"Took you a while.  What finally did it?"  Kim asked, still stroking 
Lisa as Lisa tried to swallow every drop.

"I remembered something from yesterday.  Lisa was shy about walking 
though her apartment complex naked for the first time."

"That was really strange."  Lisa said, backing off of my cock.

"It was fun though, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"I'm sure we'll find all sorts of exciting things for you."  Kim said, 
still massaging Lisa's posterior.

"I hope so."

"You know you might regret all of this in the end, right?" Kim asked.

"I don't think so." replied Lisa.

"Well, just don't have any doubts, OK?"

"Yes ma'am."  Lisa said to Kim, with a smile.

"Let's get out of this tepid water."  I said, moving out to a towel.

As we went to the bed, Kim found a chance to whisper in my ear "I'm 
almost jealous.  Can I have a contract?"

"I'm sure Bill would enjoy setting something up."

"Fool, I meant here."

"I take this to mean I'll have help with Lisa over the next few months?"

"All you need."

"Thanks, just let me know when what is necessary.  And, be sure to tell 
me tomorrow about the conversation in the kitchen and what Bill says." 

"I will, believe me, I will."

We dried off, moving to the bedroom to all sleep together.  We went to 
sleep quickly, all naked and satisfied.  Later that night, I caught 
Lisa masturbating again.  For the first time Lisa wasn't crying as she 
did it.

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