With the current coronavirus shutdowns, my wife made a big shopping run on Monday. Since then Kate hasn’t left our property. When she got home, she promptly threw her regular clothes in the laundry to be safe. Since then, with the warm weather, she’s only been wearing a light bathrobe (around the house), a light sundress (around the house and out in the yard), a blouse (for a work video call), or nothing (at night). It’s just for comfort, but it’s pretty attractive from my perspective and has made for some exciting glimpses and touches when we’re alone … but I haven’t actually had much time alone with her this week because I was still working hard and the kids are at home all the time and we are exhausted.
Author: calypso_or_odysseus
What are your best stories of casual nudity, whether sexy, exhilarating, mundane, or cringe-worthy? (example [F][M] inside)
Most of the wild stories here, naturally, are about sex … but unless you’re raised in a nudist society it always seems at least a bit wild just to get naked around people who aren’t your SO, or to see them, especially in the case of mixed company. Sometimes it’s sexy ’cause they’re really hot or it leads into something more. Sometimes it’s exhilarating and exciting to relieve some curiosity and see that you can still enjoy yourselves and not lose your shit. Sometimes it becomes mundane — that roommate who never seems to care that you wander to the bathroom naked at night — but you must have broken the ice sometime. Or sometimes someone thought everyone else was going in the hot tub naked, but turns out they were the only one. Want to share your stories below (or post separate if they’re long)?
Letting it all hang out: [M]y future wi[F]e and her [F]reshman roommate
… some good times in college from a long time back!
The first glimpse:
This all starts at the beginning of freshman year. I’d just got to college and about a week in, I’d met everyone on my dorm floor but was still getting to know people. Naturally, I was especially interested in getting to know the freshman girls. This one particular night, after some or other social event, I and an upperclassman guy were chatting with Kate and Monica, two seemingly pleasant and attractive first-year soccer players who shared a room. It was late and they’d already changed into pyjamas — Monica in shorts and t-shirt and Kate in a short-legged onsie-type thing. They were sitting on a couple of bean bag chairs on the far side of their room and me and the other guy were standing in the doorway, and we were just chatting about random stuff — classes, home, people we knew. Turned out Kate and I were from the same state and Kate vaguely knew a couple of my friends from back home. Kate was a little restless and was shifting around on the chair. We were getting on to talk about some of Monica’s classes when I noticed in the corner of my eye that Kate’s legs were a little apart and the onesie had shifted itself to one side. A cute splash of golden curls with a little slit below were plainly visible. It was quite clear Kate had no idea she was doing this and there was a moment where I could have interrupted to alert her, but I couldn’t think of a tactful way to describe the situation, and then it seemed too late to do so. If the other guy had noticed anything, he made no sign, so I attempted to just ignore it and follow the conversation, while the sight of Kate’s pretty pussy continued to decorate my peripheral vision until she shifted again a few minutes later. After half an hour or so, with a few more glimpses as Kate got tired and slouched low in the chair, we all called in a night.
Left the kids with the grandparents … [MF]
The moment had finally arrived. My wife’s parents had come into town to watch our kids while she and I headed off for a weekend getaway at the beach. We’d left after dinner and were driving down the highway in the dark. We were going to drive most of the way there tonight, crash at a motel, and drive the rest in the morning.
My wife was driving, and wearing a shortish white dress. After an hour or two I was getting restless and reached a finger over to stroke her bare thigh. Pretty quickly my fingers slid toward her crotch. She gave a mock protest about needing to watch the road but still spread her legs a little and guided my hand. In the hurry of leaving I hadn’t noticed she wasn’t wearing underwear, but now my fingers were on her wet labia. Even though it was dark I had the perfect mental image of the pussy I know so well and was running two fingers over lips and pausing to tease her clit — it’s cute and tiny but was quickly becoming a hard little bump. I periodically pulled my fingers back to put them in my mouth and savor her electrifying taste and scent. Her dress was up at her waist now and as much as it was kind of a wild thrill to be doing this on the open road, it was a relief to see the motel coming into view so we could get on to some safer sex.
Casting off clothes and inhibitions on [naked] ski trip with my GF and our friends [MF]/[MF]
There was a recent request for a story by someone who’d seen their friend’s GF naked. I thought I’d share this one from a few years back.
One winter my GF and I went on a ski trip with another couple — our friends Pete and Erin. We knew them pretty well from college — Erin lived on my floor then and we hung out a lot, always totally platonic since we were dating other people. We would be staying two nights in a motel a few miles from the slope and we would be sharing a room with two queen beds.
We got to the motel pretty late the first night after a long drive, planning to ski the next day. When we checked in we learned the motel had an indoor pool and hot tub, across the parking lot from our room. We hadn’t brought suits, but since it was late we figured no one would mind if we went in our underwear, most of which was at least not white. We grabbed towels and headed over through the cold. Sure enough when we got there no one else was around. We hopped in the hot tub for a little while. Of course all the cotton clung to the skin and didn’t leave much to the imagination.