Naked in School, Prequel
(C) by Erotin Thraller
The Naked In School series began with Karen Wagner.
We met her when she was chosen to be in The Program.
Back then, society in Karen's story is quite different
today's standards. We probably thought Karen's story
took place far into the future, but maybe not. This
is the story of how change began, so that Karen Wagner
became the girl we met in that first story.
Codes: NiS, exhib, voy, MF
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"Good morning, all you early risers! Welcome to radio
KSEE. This is Java Jim, your coffee pal, here to
bring you the news of the day, updates on Monday
morning traffic, and a lattè laughs, so stick with us,
stay tuned, and please don't hit that snooze button or
go back to sleep. The world is waiting just for you,
so let's be for gettin' up and gettin' at 'em. And
remember this morning to smile at yourself in the
mirror, just for practice, you know, because if you
don't smile first, you sure can't count on anyone else
a-smilin' at you. This is your Morning Show on KSEE,
and I'm your morning companion, old Java Jim, here to
welcome you to another great, wonderful, lovely day!
Now, let's see what we can see.
"Oh, a strange thing happened to me on the way to the
studio this morning. If you're in your car, like on
your morning commute, then listen up! Hey! This is
really neat, especially for you guys. You know that
lattè stand on A-Street, just south of Sixth? Yep,
that's the one! It's painted like a Holstein cow.
It's called 'Cow Girls.' Well, I'm here to tell you
this morning the girls who work there absolutely,
positively do not look like cows! Not at all. Not
any part of them. And a lot of them is showing!
"You see, I pulled in there a few minutes ago for my
morning caffeine fix. I mean, like I can't get from
the freeway to our broadcast studio without an extra
jolt of java. Yeah, just like you. Are you awake
yet? Anyway, I pulled up to the drive-up window, and
my favorite barista leaned out the window to take my
order, and I nearly passed out right there behind the
wheel. I mean, she was topless! Well, almost. She
had these little blue pasties on her (am I allowed to
say pasty on the air?) Okay, what she wore covered
only the very tip of (Oh, I can't say that either?)
Well, uh, except for these little blue stars, all the
rest of her, uh, bosom was bare!
"I asked what was going on, and she only laughed and
said there are now so many lattè stands in town that
they have to do something to attract attention. Boy,
she sure got the attention of your old coffee buddy,
Java Jim. So I'm spreading the word, like I'm doin'
you this big favor. If you want a treat, a really
great eyeful, along with a good cup of coffee, then
just stop in, drive in, look in, or however you want
to take in the sights. If you're not awake yet, get up
and get going! Go to 'Cow Girls' and grab a cup. No,
I mean the java, not the girl. Don't grab her. Just
look. Trust me, the view is worth it! And remember,
you heard it first right here from your coffee buddy,
old Java Jim. Now, it's time for more music."
While the tunes were playing, I turned to Gina, my
engineer, a sharp-looking girl in her own right.
Trained by our corporate office right after she
graduated from high school, she was probably nineteen,
and at that moment she was wearing Levi shorts and a
tube top. She was a good worker, and we made a good
team. Beyond that, I knew very little about her.
Having just completed my studies at the university, I
was still working the job which had paid for my
education. I hoped, eventually, to leave the job and
move on, but for now I was comfortable to be done with
classes and school restrictions. I just wanted some
fun. Before I could speak, Gina challenged me.
"Are you straight with what you just said?" she asked.
"You are kidding, aren't you?"
"Honest to heaven, I'm telling you what I saw."
"And that's it?" she asked. "What else did you see?"
"Well, there were a few protesters on the sidewalk,
holding up signs about 'blight in the neighborhood,'
and 'skin is a sin' stuff like that."
"So you drove right by the protesters to get coffee?
Why did you choose that stand? Are you sure you
weren't curious to see why protesters were there?"
"No, that's the same stand I stop at nearly every
morning. The barista's name is Kristi, and I was
already turning in as usual before I even saw the
picketers." She grinned, obviously not believing me.
"Honest," I assured her.
"And this Kristi ...she wore no bra? She was
topless?"
"Except for those two little blue stars. Go on down
there and see for yourself," I dared her.
"Now, wouldn't I look great at an espresso stand
staring at a naked girl?"
"Gina, look at yourself. You have more skin exposed
than you have covered."
"We're talking about your barista, not me," she
laughed, but I sensed that Gina was glad I had noticed
her personally. And how she was dressed.
I guess I am a product of my generation. Back in the
70's, long before I was born, there was something of a
clothing revolution. Skirts got whacked so short that
every girl showed her legs. In fact, skirts became so
short that girls just assumed everyone around was
going see their panties. They must have enjoyed
showing off, because panties soon gave way to thongs
...a garment so uncomfortable that no girl would ever
wear one unless she wanted the exposure that thongs
provided. Thongs were a way of rebelling, legally
doing what society would not allow ...going naked.
During those years, as I grew up with sex blatantly
flashing at me from every media, I was painfully aware
that society was somehow ignoring what was happening.
People were just pretending to be modest. Meanwhile,
a world-wide revolution was underway. Much of it was
undercover, like in the Middle East, where all those
women were forced to wear burkas (covering them head
to toe). Many secretly rebelled by wearing lacy,
scanty underwear beneath their black robes. Of
course, we would never have known that, except the
lingerie companies reported a major spike in sales in
those countries.
All around the world, society expected women to remain
completely clothed in public, even when women were
becoming so anxious to show their assets that
thousands of them began posting naked photos of
themselves on the internet. The invention of the
digital camera allowed every home to become a nude
photography studio, and women were the first to take
advantage of the new technology. Surprisingly, many
of the women didn't wait for their men. They stripped
down and took naked pictures of themselves, then
posted them on-line for people all over the world to
ogle. So much for modesty. So much for being shy.
Well, that's the atmosphere I grew up in, and I also
recognized a major contradiction between what Gina was
saying and what she was wearing. I called her on it.
"The difference between how you and Kristi are dressed
today," I told her, "is only a matter of inches."
"Well," those are very important, ah, inches," Gina
giggled. "I'm sure I could never go that far." She
was suddenly serious, "You're serious. All she wore
was pasties over her nipples?"
"That's all I saw. As for the rest of her, well, I
couldn't see below the window." In spite of myself, I
laughed. "Maybe if you went down there, she would let
you see what else she's wearing."
"Forget it," Gina laughed, suddenly embarrassed. She
tugged at her tube top, as if concerned that she might
be revealing more than she intended. Then she glanced
over at me with a quizzical expression. "I wonder if
that's the only place in town where baristas are
dressed like that? Do you suppose there are others?"
"Let's find out," I replied just as Gina signaled me
the music was ending.
"All right, all you early risers and all you commuters
out there on your way to work, Good Morning! It's a
beautiful day, especially if you're a lattè lover
who's been through the drive up at 'Cow Girls.'
Moooo! Today, those girls are udderly terrific!
"Now, listen up: My engineer just asked a question,
and I'm wondering if any of you out there have the
answer: Is that the only place in town where coffee
is being served by girls in pasties? Give us a call
here at KSEE and let us know."
Gina punched the buttons to play more music, and the
phone lines began to light up like it was New Year's
Eve on Times Square.
I'm really not sure how we got through the remainder
of the morning show. I mean, it was like a circus.
We had calls giving addresses for a dozen or more
places where girls were wearing lingerie or bikinis,
and a couple of others were down to pasties, like the
one I saw. A few people called to complain about
espresso stands with girls showing so much skin, how
they wanted coffee not a strip-show. My boss called
and said our ratings were sure to go up if I could
keep up the interest in this topic.
So I asked him, "How about a contest?"
"Such as?"
"Well, I was thinking about seeing just how far these
lattè stands might take this idea of how they dress
their baristas. Or how they undress them. What I'm
getting at is like 'How far will these girls go?'"
"Careful, Jim," he interrupted. "We don't want
trouble. You remember what happened in Sacramento,
don't you?"
"Oh, yes," I assured him. "A station there had a
water drinking contest. What did they call it?
Something about getting a Wii if you didn't pee?
"Something like that," the boss replied, "only a woman
drank so much water she died and it cost the station
16 million dollars!"
"Well, what I'm thinking would only cost $1,000. Can
you handle that?" I asked.
"Keep talking."
"Okay, so we announce a contest tomorrow saying I will
stop at a different lattè stand each morning. No one
knows where I might stop except me, and I'll award a
thousand dollar prize to the first barista who is
totally naked when I arrive."
"Can we trust you to be impartial?" he asked.
"She'll have to be naked before I get there ...no
stripping after I arrive. I'll take pictures when I
first get to each stand. No picture, no prize.
Okay?"
Gina was obviously eavesdropping on our conversation,
for as soon as it was over she exploded. "Are you out
of your ever-lovin'...? I can't believe you would try
a fool stunt like that. The police will have a
heyday. Look at all the arrests they'll make. If
someone gets hurt, you'll be liable. In fact, they
might even charge you for promoting indecency."
"Is that a law?" I asked.
"I don't know," she grinned. "But there could be."
"How can a little nudity hurt anyone?" I asked.
"Nudieness is in the eye of the beholder, I guess."
She seemed to be softening her attitude a bit.
I decided to stick with my idea. "We'll see
tomorrow."
"That's probably all not you'll see," Gina laughed.
"I'll bet you will really like that."
"Oh, I love my job," I replied, suddenly aware that
Gina was expecting me actually to find a naked
barista. I wondered if anyone really would strip off
for a thousand dollars. No, it was really not for a
thousand dollars. We were only offering a chance at
the money. There might be a dozen naked baristas in
town, but if I didn't stop where they worked, there
would be no prize. Stripping naked in this contest
would be like buying a lottery ticket. That's all.
But it would be fun, I decided, and it sure wouldn't
hurt our station's ratings.
Later that evening, I called the boss and clarified
the rules of our contest. Then we were ready. On
Tuesday morning I promoted the contest on the air.
Oh, I should add that on the way to work I stopped at
'Cow Girls' again, but my favorite barista was wearing
a tank top. She simply smiled and took my order.
That was before I announced the contest, so I didn't
say anything about how she was dressed.
That afternoon, I purchased new batteries and an extra
memory chip for my digital camera, hoping to give it a
good workout the next few mornings. Then I Googled a
list of all the lattè stands in the city, as well as a
few in the suburbs, then laid out a route so I could
visit several stands on the way to work.
Wednesday came. I was up early, not sure how many
lattè stands I might have to visit before I found a
contestant. Even so, I intended (mostly for my own
satisfaction) to photograph every barista at every
stand I visited, regardless of how they were dressed.
That should make an interesting collection, I thought.
Trying to look my part, I dressed a bit nicer than
usual. Since nobody sees me behind the microphone,
I'm usually rather sloppy at work. Today, however, I
wore slacks and a nice shirt. Then I picked up my
camera bag, and hit the freeway. Just to be fair, I
had chosen my first stop at a stand most of the way
across town. This part of town was unfamiliar to me,
but my GPS directed me right up to the drive up
window. I had my camera ready, and when the girl
opened the window, I snapped her picture.
"You're Java Jim!" she exclaimed, her bare boobs
bouncing free and bare. "Look!" she exclaimed,
hopping up on the counter so I could see the rest of
her. And a lot of her there was to see. I wouldn't
say she was fat, but she certainly sported more pounds
than most naked girls would be proud to flaunt. She
seemed eager to be seen. So I snapped another
picture, then asked if I could come in to take
additional shots. She readily agreed.
Inside, two other girls were equally naked, but
neither was any more attractive than the first girl at
the window. Even so, I was quickly surrounded with
pink-tipped nipples, dimpled buns, and smiling girls
preening and posing for my camera. Oh, how I love my
job! It was exciting, but I had to admit (though I
would never have told the girls) that none of the
three were as attractive naked as they probably would
have been clothed. Even so, I took their names and
assured the first girl at the window that she would
receive the prize.
"Just come down to the studio later when you're free,
and we'll give you the money," I told her.
"Should I come down there like this?" she asked,
indicating her bare body.
"On the trip down," I told her, "the police might
prefer you wear something. Of course, once you get
down there, when we make the actually presentation, we
may ask you to, you know, dress like you are now."
"Whatever," she laughed, her boobs bouncing gaily. "I
need the money."
A few minutes later, as I approached the studio, I
quickly realized something was amiss. There was a
traffic jam in the underground parking garage, and I
ended up leaving my car several blocks away. Even at
that early morning hour, the sidewalks were jammed
with people, all curiously in a hurry, and when I
arrived at the main entrance I realized the lobby was
crowded. I mean, the place was packed. With girls.
Women. Young and old. None was wearing clothes.
"Are you Jim?" a policeman asked, as I stopped on the
sidewalk.
"I am. What's up?"
"If there was a way I could arrest you, I would," he
declared, "but I haven't found any law you've broken.
And there are way too many of those bare broads for me
to arrest all of them. This is one genuine mess!" he
muttered as he turned away.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"Where?" he asked. "I'm going to get me a cup of
coffee that is, if there are any shops still open. I
think all the baristas are here, thanks to you!" He
marched off down the sidewalk.
So much for law enforcement, I thought. Then I
remembered a side door which led to the freight
elevator. Fearing one of the naked girls might
recognize me, I used that devious route to reach the
broadcast studio on the top floor. Fortunately, the
freight elevator opened inside the studio, rather than
out in the hallway, because a bevy of naked women
packed the hallway and pushed against the broadcast
studio entrance. Bare boobs, pierced navels, shaved
and hairy girls of every size, shape, and color were
everywhere. Their chatter was deafening.
"What do they want?" I asked Gina.
"I said you were asking for trouble," Gina snipped.
Her "I Told You So" voice was tinged with more than a
hint of wry humor. Compared with the crowd visible
through the window outside the broadcast booth, Gina
(once again in her tube top and Levi shorts) was a
physical anomaly, since she was the only girl I could
see who was wearing any clothes.
"What are we going to do?" I asked.
"WE...?" Gina snipped again. "This is not a we-
problem. Those girls are yours. This contest was
your idea, so it's up to you to deal with ...with
...them." She indicated the bare crowd.
"Yes, but I did not ask them to come here. Not like
this. I'm supposed find naked baristas where they
work, not here!"
Gina simply scowled, and I presumed she was
justifiably ticked because I was late for my morning
show. I listened for a moment to the music coming
from the overhead speakers, to determine what was
being broadcast over the air. Apparently Gina had
plugged in one of the digital tapes prerecorded to
cover for my absence.
She saw me listening, then she explained, "Well I
didn't know when you were coming. Maybe you were
stuck in traffic. I didn't know what else to do."
She paused a moment, then continued, "So I started
that tape. And I sort of..." she smiled sweetly.
"Well, I invited any naked baristas who were listening
to come to the station and you would meet them here."
"You what?" I couldn't believe what she had just told
me. "You told them to come here?"
She grinned, "Well, yes. I guess I did." Suddenly
she frowned. "Don't tell me you already found a
winner?"
"Oh, yes," I told her. "Would you believe at my very
first stop this morning? There were three naked girls
waiting, hoping I would come." I showed Gina the
pictures on the LCD screen of my camera.
"Not much of a looker, I'd say," she grinned, "but I
guess it takes all types. Anyway, she's got a really
nice body."
"My feelings exactly, but I was hoping for a real
beauty."
"That's interesting," Gina said, puzzled. "I thought
any naked body with boobs was appealing to guys.
Don't tell me you're different."
"Okay, I'm different. I have an appreciation for
ladies which requires them to be somewhat well
proportioned. By that I mean, they need to have
brains as well as beauty. Also, their bodies should
be balanced, not chubby, flat, or contorted. There's
more to beauty than boobs, if that's what you mean."
She smiled approvingly, then speculated, "It would be
interesting to catalogue the characteristics of those
women out there. You know, to see what kind of women
will strip for a contest." She paused a moment,
grinned again and said, "Maybe we could talk with a fe
of them? You know, maybe get them to fill out a
questionnaire?"
"That might be a good way to deal with them," I
agreed. "They're here, and they sure expect to get
something."
"Maybe we could have them enter for a later, second
drawing?"
"How about, if we photographed them...," I asked. "I
wonder how many of them would pose for a picture?"
"You know what? I'm just curious enough to find out.
You are serious, aren't you?"
"You bet. Except I don't have enough space on my
memory cards for that many pictures."
"Can't you go buy some more? This is a chance of a
lifetime!"
Surprised by Gina's sudden willingness to share in
this adventure, I explained what I had found on the
sidewalk out front. "Even the police have abandoned
us to our problem," I explained.
She studied my face for a few moments. I could see
the wheels turning, and I wondered what she was
thinking. She totally surprised me when she said, "I
can get the cards for you, if you'll tell me exactly
what you need."
"Two four-gig SD cards," I told her, "but how are you
going to get through that crowd of women?"
She grinned as she pulled her tube top over her head.
"I'll blend in with the rest." Then she shucked out
of her shorts, and said, "Money?" I gave her three
twenties. Then she slipped out through the door and
was gone, disappearing quickly amidst the crowd of
naked women in the hall. Rats! I thought. She
stripped, and I didn't even get a good look at her.
After Gina left, I turned to the studio supply
cabinet, where I found a tripod suitable to use with
my camera. The studio includes two small conference
rooms, each with a door into the hallway and also a
door linking the two together. Excellent, I decided.
We'll set up our photo studio here. In the second
room I arranged the tripod, attached my camera, and
measured the appropriate distance, where I taped two
large X's to the carpet. Good old duct tape! Each X
marked the spot for the girls to stand, which would
greatly speed up focusing the camera lens. Already, I
had determined it would be best to take five shots of
each one a full frontal pose, left and right
profiles, a full back shot, and a second frontal up
close.
Hardly had I completed my arrangement when Gina
returned, slipping into the back conference room
through the hallway door.
"It's a madhouse out there!" she exclaimed, handing me
a small bag containing two SD chips.
"Don't tell me you went outside like that?" I asked,
suddenly, for the first time, coming face to face with
my engineer's nudity. I stepped back to get a good
look at her very visible assets. Now, I had seen
plenty of her previously, since she had a preference
for wearing short shorts and tube tops, so I knew she
had a great body, but now all of her was on display.
Those "inches" made all the difference in the world.
She was beautiful. Her breasts, which had usually
been squished under a tube top, were much fuller than
I expected, and they swayed seductively as she moved.
Her pubis was trimmed neatly, and her tan lines
indicated she spent a lot of time in the sunshine in a
very tiny bikini. "Nice," I told her.
"Thank you. I never dreamed I'd do anything like
this," she smiled, "but with all that circus," she
nodded toward the hallway, "I thought, 'What do I have
to lose?' Besides," she grinned mischievously, "I
decided I owe you something for inviting all these
women to come here."
Ignoring her statement, I reminded her, "You didn't
answer my question."
"The answer is "No." I bought your chips at the
courtesy shop downstairs. Tom used to stock a variety
of film, so I thought he probably had made the switch
to digital." She paused and frowned, "You know what?
I've known Tom a long time, and we always talk and kid
each other. This time, his eyes never met mine. All
he looked at was ...well, down here." She swept her
hand across her breasts.
"So how did that make your feel?" I asked, expecting
some critical feminist retort.
Instead, she responded, "Terrific!" she smiled
broadly, then added, "Now, give me a few minutes on
the computer to create a questionnaire for these women
to fill out. We need to know something about each one
in order to classify their photos."
As she crossed the room and sat down at the computer,
I was momentarily puzzled by the fact that she had not
dressed after she returned. Instead, her shorts and
top lay in the corner where she had tossed them
earlier, and she faced me unashamedly naked. For the
next few minutes, while still naked, she sat at the
computer and composed a questionnaire. I leaned over
her shoulder, very much aware of her exposed beauty,
as we discussed the details of the information we
wanted ...the basic stuff like name, address, phone,
email, height, weight, measurements, marriage status,
job, hobby interests. As we talked, I kept mentally
filling out one of the forms for Gina, wondering if
she would allow me to photograph her before she
dressed. While the printer ran off a hundred and
fifty copies of the form, we set up an office for Gina
in the first conference room. The girls would come in
there to fill out the questionnaire. Gina would
assign each a number to identify the photos, and then
she would send them one at a time into the next room
where I would photograph them.
Finally, after we were all set, I just had to ask,
"Are you going to get dressed?"
She hesitated only a moment, then said, "No. I think
the women out there will be more comfortable with what
we're doing if I'm dressed like they are."
"You mean undressed?" I corrected.
She grinned as she struck a seductive pose, "You've
seen it. You name it." And with that she opened the
door and began instructing the women to line up in
groups of eight. Finally, she invited the first group
to come in and sit at the conference table. There,
she gave each girl one of our information forms, and
just like that we were in business. Gina is very
efficient, I thought. As well as very pretty.
Remarkably, the system worked. Even more remarkable,
the girls did not riot, push or shove. Instead, they
behaved like perfect ladies (naked though they were)
and each posed on the appropriate X, turned as I
directed, and smiled for the camera. Only a few of
the girls departed, deciding not to be photographed.
Most appeared to take the idea of having their picture
taken as a nice compliment, and of that number several
were obvious exhibitionists who didn't want to stop
posing after only five pictures. With great
difficulty, I controlled my curiosity, curbed my
desires, and kept the line moving. After all, I did
have their phone number, should I decide to contact
them later. I was glad I had put the X's on the
floor, because that expedited lens focusing immensely.
It also allowed me to spend more time looking at each
one of the women. I loved it. They seemed not to
mind my staring. And I was glad I had dressed nicely.
Though the ladies were naked, they seemed to respect
me more for looking somewhat professional.
At two o'clock, Gina ordered pizza, and we took a
short break. When I tried to pay the pizza
deliveryman he refused, saying the view was worth more
than his entire day's wages. As a tip, Gina spread
her arms and preened for him. Once more I questioned
in my mind why she was still naked, since she could
have put her clothes back on any time. I finally
decided that I really do not understand women. On
Monday she had been upset over the contest nudity,
saying she could never do that, and now here she was
actually working in the buff. Weird.
"Are you comfortable?" I asked, after the deliveryman
was gone and we were sharing the pizza.
"Surprisingly, yes," she smiled. "Very much so."
"Even with me still dressed?" I asked, becoming even
more confused.
"I see nothing appealing about naked men," she
replied. "Their bodies are a matter of function, like
a tool. Nobody glorifies a hammer. Or a wrench," she
laughed. "But the body of a lady is classic art.
Consider all those great paintings: Nudes!"
"What about the statue of David?" I asked.
She shrugged. He's an exception. Not many men are
that well built. But women? Well, the body of a lady
is designed to be displayed. Admired. Enjoyed. I
think that's why I've been wearing as little as I
could, just enough to keep from being arrested. In
fact, I believe the laws ought to be changed so it is
legal for women to go naked wherever we want, whenever
we desire."
"You're kidding." For a long time I had a hunch many
women felt that way, but it was amazing to hear Gina
admit it so readily. "You can't be serious," I
teased.
"I'm deathly serious, and that entire bevy of naked
women still waiting patiently out there in the hall is
all the proof I need. They want to be seen, but
society has this stupid taboo against allowing them to
show their best assets. And they've been standing out
there all day ...just waiting to prove it!"
So I told her about the policeman downstairs. "You
may not be as far off base as you think. For several
years, several large cities like New York have had no
law against public nudity. What they charge people
with is public indecency, which involves how people
act."
"Well," she said, "that will have to be changed,
because when I'm dressed like this," she stood and
rocked her shoulders, causing her breasts to sway
seductively, "erotic behavior just comes naturally."
With that, she laughed and wiggled her bare bottom all
the way to the door as she invited the next group of
women to come in. I watched as she handed each girl
one of our forms on which to record her personal
information. When this is done, I thought, I'm going
to have the best Little Black Book ever created.
At shift change, when the mid-day announcer and
engineer came on duty, their eyes bugged out in major
surprise. Gina didn't flinch. She simply smiled and
kept on working with the ladies. Thankfully, the new
crew went to work without interfering with our
photography. Apparently they had been forewarned and
spent only a few moments ogling Gina's attributes.
She responded by preening for them and then went back
to work.
While the next group of girls filled out the forms, I
changed my camera's batteries and installed a new
memory chip. Then we were up and running again. I
took picture after picture as girl after girl came in
and posed her naked body for my camera. Never in my
life had I ever dreamed of seeing so many eager,
wanton women flaunting their private parts for me and
my camera. Throughout the entire day, I sported a
raging hard-on, privately surprised than none of the
ladies commented on it. Surely they must have
noticed, but I assumed they simply pretended not to
see it.
Once while one of the girls was slow at filling out
her questionnaire, Gina commented, "It's really
interesting ." She paused and gave me a rather
sideways grin, "When these women write down what their
job is, very few claim to be baristas. They are not
here trying to win the nude barista contest."
"You mean ?"
"Exactly," Gina actually glowed. "These are
secretaries, housewives, even a couple of corporate
executives. Like I told you earlier, these women are
here primarily because they want to be seen! They're
turned on by having an opportunity to be naked in
public. Your contest just gives them a valid excuse
to do it ...and a reason to justify it in their
minds."
I thought about that, while I photographed the next
few girls. My hunch that women really wanted to be
seen was all right as a hunch, but was it for real?
It was a bit much for me to adjust to in a single day.
Then Kristi walked in. Two mornings back, I had quite
a shock at seeing her with little blue star pasties on
her nipples. Now, here she was buck naked, all over,
smiling and waiting for me to photograph her.
"Hello, Jim," she smiled.
"Well, well," I replied, struggling for what to say.
"No stars today, Kristi?"
"Nope!" Then she laughed, "Oh, you looked so shocked
the other morning when you saw me wearing them. I
laughed all day. Then, when I heard about your
contest, I just had to come down and, well, here I am.
All of me!" She beamed ...all over! And for a
moment, I actually considered breaking my rules and
taking more than the standard five poses, but I
decided it was best not to push my luck. As she left,
Kristi smiled quite invitingly, then said, "Don't
forget to come for your next lattè. I'll see you
then."
Finally, at 8:30 that evening, the last girl wiggled
her fanny and disappeared into the elevator. I folded
the tripod and stowed my camera in its case while Gina
organized the registration forms and stuffed them in
three manila envelopes. "Done!" she exclaimed,
collapsing into a chair. "I ran a hundred and fifty
forms, and they're all gone. At five photos each,
makes seven hundred fifty photos of naked women!" She
grinned mischievously at me. "That must be some kind
of record."
"It has been," I replied, still quite unsettled by the
entire day's events, "quite a day!"
"I'm hungry," Gina suddenly announced, springing to
her feet. "Let's go get something to eat."
"Like that?" I asked, indicating her nudity.
"Oh," she grinned. "Would you believe it? I forgot.
I mean, I absolutely, positively forgot that I'm not
wearing anything." She paused a moment, then said,
"You know, I really don't want to put on any clothes,
at least not yet ...not after going like this all day
long." She bounced around the room, giddy like a
puppy with a new toy, acting surprisingly fresh after
such a busy day's work. The rest of the staff had
avoided us, once saw what we were doing.
Surprisingly, none of them criticized our project or
berated Gina for her nudity. That was almost more
surprising than the fact that Gina had chosen to work
all day naked. So, yes, in my mind, it had been a
very busy day, a very strange day, a very erotic day,
a very wonderful day. Because we had been so busy,
this was our first real opportunity to talk together
about anything other than the mechanics of the photo
shoot.
"So what do you suggest?" I asked.
"We could order Chinese," she smiled. With a raised
eyebrow she added, "Eat at your place?"
"Sounds good to me," I assured her, eager for whatever
opportunity her suggestion might involve. Within
minutes, we gathered our photo equipment along with
the packets of photos and took the freight elevator
down to street level.
Gina paused at the door and tugged at my arm as she
giggled, "I'm still not wearing anything."
"Didn't you bring your clothes with you?" I asked.
"Do you see any?"
"Not on you. Want to go back and get them?" I asked.
"Of course not. I told you I'm not yet ready to get
dressed."
"So?" I asked. "What do you suggest?"
"Where's your car?"
"About four blocks up the street."
"Okay, we run for it!" she announced as she pushed
open the outside door. "Which way?"
Fortunately, there were only a few people on the
streets, an old couple walking a dog and two or three
kids on skate boards, none of which paid any attention
to the two of us jogging by. That's when I realized
that girls have been wearing so little for long
enough, even on the streets, that no one really paid
any attention to the fact that Gina was missing a
couple of strips of cloth. What's the big deal, I
thought, between near-nudity and actual nakedness?
"That was exciting!" Gina puffed as she settled into
the car seat alongside me. "Maybe we can do that
again sometime."
Once on the freeway, I relaxed somewhat, still not
sure what lay ahead for the two of us. Gina cranked
the music on the radio, but said little until I parked
outside my apartment. "You okay with this?" she
asked. "I mean like my inviting myself to come home
with you?" I nodded, then opened her door. She walked
very close beside me as we climbed the stairs to my
apartment. Then, once inside, she suddenly turned to
face me, hugging me warmly. Her bare body pressed
tightly against mine. That's when I realized, in
spite of all else we had done that day, this was our
first physical contact. In fact, it was our first
such contact ever, not just on this day. So this day
was special. Very special. Having been surrounded by
all those naked women, none of whom I had touched in
any way, this closeness with Gina suddenly became a
major erotic turn-on. The feel of her body against
mine was overpowering. Hormones long dormant awoke
within me, obviously prompted by the fact that Gina
was completely, wonderfully naked. And in my arms.
Previously, before today, our relationship had
strictly involved work, but now, well, things quickly
became personal. Very personal. Her lips were on
mine. Her body pressed against mine full length. Our
curves, shapes and contours conformed to each other.
Her breasts seemed surprisingly firm against my chest.
My arms automatically surrounded her naked shoulders,
then traced downward to the enjoy the swell of her
bottom. My erection raged out of control. Her mouth
opened to accept mine in a deep kiss. The doorbell
rang.
What a time for our food to be delivered! While I
paid the bill, she slipped into the bathroom. After
the deliveryman was gone, I heard the shower running.
So I unpacked the cartons of Chinese food. By the
time I had the table ready, Gina came into the room,
her hair wrapped in a towel. Other than that, she was
still naked.
"You're really getting into this nudity thing, aren't
you?" I asked.
"Are you objecting?" she asked with a grin.
"Not at all." We eyed each other cautiously as we
ate. Finally, I said, "I just realized that even with
all the pictures I have taken today, not one was of
you."
"I know," she said, "and I wondered why you hadn't
shown any interest."
"Oh, I'm interested," I assured her. "I have been all
day."
"Did you bring your camera?" she asked.
"I did."
"Well, as you can see, I didn't bring my clothes.
So...," she smiled. "Let's eat. And then I'll fix my
hair. After that, we can see what develops." Her
grin conveyed all kinds of promises.
I'll not bore you with the intimate details of that
night. The fact is that I don't remember all of it,
except that we never did take any pictures. We
started out by hugging each other. Then our hug
quickly became a copulation marathon which required
the remainder of the week for my cock to recover. She
licked me, squeezed me, then sucked me dry. She
presented herself to me with wide-open abandon,
pulling me down on top of her, holding me firmly
between her knees, while her palpitating pussy pushed
eagerly against me, then swallowed my erection
completely. Later, she turned over and directed my
cock into her anus, while she continued to pulse with
repeated orgasms. Finally, with both of us exhausted,
she pulled me into her arms, and just before she fell
asleep she whispered, "You can consider that your
goodnight hug."
Thursday morning came, and we showered together, then
ate breakfast while still naked. She grinned and
repeatedly said, "I think I could get used to going
without clothes." Even so, she borrowed one of my
shirts to wear on the way to the station. There she
donned her shorts and tube top which were still in the
corner where she had abandoned them the previous
morning, and then we were back on duty for the morning
show.
On the air, I thanked all the baristas who had shared
in our contest. Gina fielded several calls from
ladies wondering if we would repeat the contest very
soon. She also had several calls from ladies who had
posed for us the previous day, asking what they should
do next. It was sometime later that I learned that
Gina, on her own initiative, had urged every one of
the women to petition the city council to repeal the
obscenity laws and go on record that they approved of
public nudity for women. I did my usual routine of
attempted on-air humor, which seemed rather bland
considering the events of the previous day.
Finally, at mid-morning, we had a break. The winner
of our contest came to the studio and introduced
herself to Gina. I was watching through the window
and recognized the girl when she arrived.
Fortunately, music was playing, for I could never have
maintained silence when, without prelude, the girl
peeled her dress over her head. Gina nearly passed
out! Sputtering, she called through the intercom that
my contest winner had arrived.
I shot a couple of pictures of Gina presenting the
check to the girl, then noticed that Gina was quite
nervous. She kept tugging at shorts and tube top,
while the contest winner was continually preening as
she posed completely naked. The chubby girl was
totally lacking in modesty, which only added to Gina's
discomfort. The event was a pleasant break in an
otherwise uneventful work day, but I was once again
puzzled as to why Gina found the other girl's blatant
nakedness so frustrating.
After our shift was done, I asked for the registration
forms the women had filled out the previous day,
intending to take them home and transfer the photos
from my camera to my computer and link the women's
photos with their personal information.
"If that's what you plan to do," Gina grinned, "I
think I'd better come along and help, to make sure you
get everything straight. You don't want to put a
picture with the wrong information." There was a sly
look in her eye, which needed no interpretation.
We spent the afternoon at my apartment. Together.
Naked. Both of us, which seemed appropriate, since
the pictures we were sorting were all of naked ladies.
If she could work naked, I decided I could too. Even
so, I was nervous, since my dick was still quite sore
from all the action Gina had given it the previous
night.
When she saw I had stripped, all she said was, "Well,
it's about time."
We went to work on the computer, transferring the
files, sorting them, and putting them in order. There
were photos of exactly a hundred forty one women.
"Not bad for one day," I commented. Gina only nodded.
By then it was already evening, and we were both
tired.
Gina suddenly announced, "We had fun last night, but
you never did take my picture."
"There were other things to do," I told her. "But
right now is a very good time, if you're interested,
especially since I've not recovered from the workout
you gave certain parts of my body last night."
She grinned her special little grin, then whispered as
she stooped down and kissed my cock, "Oh, I'm sorry my
little friend is having a down day. Not to worry.
Let's party!" Then she posed.
On the previous day, I had all the women assume the
same five basic positions: A full frontal pose, left
and right profiles, a full back shot, and a second
frontal up close. In order to compare the ladies,
that had been a good plan. It also became somewhat
boring after awhile, even though it pains me to admit
that I could ever become bored looking at naked girls.
Apparently, Gina felt the same way, for now that it
was her turn to pose she totally ignored that basic
format. She spread her charms openly, taunting me
with her bare body, as if to seduce me with one wild
pose after another, some artistic, some erotic, some
just plain pornographic, and each one more daring than
the last. She pinched her nipples, spread her legs,
opened her pussy, lifted her butt in the air, held her
anus open, all the while smiling as she made love to
the camera.
Eventually, sometime late that night, we fell asleep
on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms, gloriously
glad to be naked together ...at least I was, and Gina
gave me every indication it was true of her as well.
Friday morning came all too soon.
"One more day of work this week," she announced as we
took turns in the bathroom.
"We'll never have another week like this," I replied.
"Oh, I don't know about that," she laughed.
"How's that" I asked. "What did you have in mind?"
She grinned again, posed before me with her arms
raised and her fingers clasped behind her head, her
beautiful, naked body on full display. Softly she
said, "After the morning show is finished, let's go
get married."
Well, there was actually more to it than just that, a
license and a bunch of that other legal stuff which
took a lot longer than we planned, but we did it.
A year later, I proudly accepted the blanket-wrapped
bundle from the midwife, who smiled at me and said,
"Here you are, Mr. Wagner. Here is your daughter.
Have you decided what you will name her?"
I looked down at my wife. Gina smiled as she said,
"Yes. We've decided to name her Karen."
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