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Samantha
One month later, 5:30 pm Friday
As soon as she entered her bedroom, Samantha shed her work clothes. Without even pausing to close the door, her blouse, skirt, jacket, bra, and panties fell into a pile on the floor. After the remarkably busy couple of weeks she had between a new project at work and being the team leader for her MBA capstone project, she did not want to put on a stitch of clothing all weekend. She had to dress up all week, and lead meeting after meeting had her itching to be free. So hectic had the start of the fall semester been that she had not had time to get out to the nude recreation center, VMV, the last weekend. She had put extra work into ensuring that nothing from either of those two arenas should infringe upon that desire to spend the weekend clothing free. Her first date with Derek might, but she was confident that the fellow nudist would not complain about having to hang out with her minus the clothing.
Samantha scooped her clothes off the floor and threw them in the closet. She did a quick scan of her bedroom to ensure that it was still as clean as she remembered leaving it this morning. Excitement and a little nervous energy before she went to work had helped her put everything back in its place; she had even made the bed. It almost certainly would not stay that way; her self-imposed six-month-long dry spell was all but guaranteed to end this evening.
She grinned to herself, remembering the first time she saw Derek, probably not a story she would ever share with anyone, save her two roommates. A couple of months ago, while Samantha watched her aunt’s house, she watched Derek walk out of his house. It was late at night, and he was not wearing any clothes. She watched as Derek traversed his backyard and masturbated while she got herself off. Still, she was not sure if it had been her already peaked arousal, four months without sexual contact, or the fact that he was, physically, just her type. By the time he had finished himself in the pool, Samantha had several intense orgasms. That night would have only been a weird evening, had it not been two chance encounters in which she discovered that he was a funny, smart, ambitious gentleman that just happened to like to be naked.
Since the fateful day that Samantha ran into Derek at Verdant Mountain Vistas, VMV, a nude recreation center, the two had been in daily contact. Samantha had been the first to reach out and communicate, excited to get a chance to use the watercraft at VMV. After she texted a thank you to Derek the Sunday evening after using the paddleboards, they had fallen into a natural conversation with one another.
They had spent the month getting to know each other, texting almost daily after work. Though the talk had taken a couple of days break after Samantha had admitted, she had watched him masturbate was not the first time. It was kind of odd that the conversation had continued that evening but fell off the next day. He had responded to her texts the following day, but only with seemingly terse replies. When the conversation returned to normal, Derek said that the quick responses had been due to traveling and sharing a hotel room with his roommate Steve. It still felt to her that he was embarrassed about being seen.
In addition to conversing via text message, they had met up most weekends, at least to run together or enjoy the watercraft on the lake. At least once a weekend, they initiated a new physical challenge; Samantha had managed to take several wins. Payment for those contests came in the form of dares during the upcoming weekend. A smile lifted her face when she realized that one of her three dares would go to ensuring that Derek was nude all weekend. Whatever he came up with for his single win probably would be nothing.
She had, of course, signed up for a membership. Samantha would not have even needed Derek’s watercraft pass, as membership came with one, but she felt the need to hold him to the agreed price. That and it was another excuse to spend time with him. The pair had not touched one another or masturbated together since the first. Both felt like it would be too tempting not to break the barrier and have sex in the woods.
Walking over to the dresser, Samantha took a moment to check herself out in the mirror. Weekends outside in the sun, without clothing, had started to fade her prominent tan lines. She was not a fan of the pressure marks from her bra and panties, but they would have ample time to fade before Derek was due to arrive. She stood tall and took inventory of her recent physical progress. At six feet in height, she was tall for a woman.
Her tall, toned body had not suffered, physically, from the recent increase in stress. Her method of dealing with it had her hitting the gym more than expected. Samantha traced a finger down between her small but perky breasts, feeling the line between her abs. Abdominal muscles that she could now see when she tensed her core muscles. Down her finger adana escort continued over the pressure marks caused by her panties at her waist. Her somewhat recently waxed mound was perfectly smooth under her fingertips. A shiver of pleasure pulsed through her body as she passed over her clit, already on edge with anticipation. She glanced over her legs, tanned and smooth with some definition to them as she moved.
Samantha could have quickly closed her door and masturbated to an orgasm or two, but she needed to hurry if she wanted to get a workout and shower in before Derek arrived. She quickly grabbed a pair of athletic socks and tied on her bright pink running shoes. Her strawberry blonde hair was affixed in a ponytail, and her yoga mat was extracted from the closet. She could easily have shifted things around in her room and had enough space for yoga, but she would have to move furniture around. The TV in the living room was better, and she would need to go out there to run anyway.
Alison and Sara should not be home until late that evening. The high school where Alison was the vice-principal had its season-opening football game this evening, and they planned on hanging out with Sara’s teaching and coaching friends at Lou’s after the game. Sara usually drove when they planned to go out that evening, so they only had one car to get in the morning if the celebrations were too inebriating. Cross country had also started this week, and Sara was an assistant coach for that before the basketball season. The suburb where Alison and Sara had built their home was only five miles outside of town; however, the drive was usually not worth it with rush hour traffic.
Not that the girls coming home would be any problem at all. Samantha lived clothing-free at home most of the time. Some of the Yoga poses were a little more revealing than she cared to be. She had a Yoga class most evenings after work, but by the time that would start at six, it would be a little too close to the proposed date time to ensure she had the time to get ready. On the weekends, she did yoga at VMV, but it was too much of a drive on weeknights, especially with her Of course, she did not have to waste any time picking out an outfit, but she did still want to do her hair and make-up.
Samantha was about halfway through her online yoga session when she heard the garage door open. She did not make any effort to conceal her nudity or pause her exercise; the girls were used to her lifestyle. Her eyes were focused on the instructor on the television holding her warrior two pose when Sara bounded into the living room from the garage.
“Hey Girl, haven’t seen much of you this week.” Sara paused at the half-wall that separated the living room from the entryway to the garage. “Certainly not this much of you. Looking tight, girl!”
“Been a busy week. I don’t think I have done more than come home and crash all week.” Samantha replied, grabbing her phone to pause her workout. All week she had class after a full day of work; by the time she got home, Alison and Sara were usually asleep. Alison was a morning person and being the youngest assistant principal at her high school, eager to get into work and out effort the rest of the facility. On the other hand, Sara had a zero hour weight training program for the varsity basketball team to coach. By the time that Samantha got up and ready in the morning, they were already at work.
“Yeah, and we are already in bed when you get home. How’s work been this week?” Sara leaned her elbows on the half wall, dressed casually in her standard coaching attire. Her short height often led people to under-estimate her prowess as a basketball player. It never took too long to figure out that she was a font of energy that rarely wore down. This energy led to her relentless play on the court. That ability on the court had paid her way through college. With her fiancée, it took the team to the national quarterfinals her junior and senior season. It was also how she coached her team, leading her to head the varsity squad in just two seasons.
“Busy, hope it slows down a little after the semester gets into full swing. If it doesn’t, it is going to be a long semester.” Samantha replied, casually talking to her fully clothed roommate. This situation had been a common occurrence since they were sophomores in college.
“At least it is the last semester,” Sara replied, now walking backward toward the kitchen while she continued the conversation.
“Yeah, how’s the semester going for you?” Samantha’s eyes followed Sara into the kitchen that abutted the living room via the half wall that framed two of the space’s sides.
“You know the usual; I have more girls that slacked off on their weight training or cardio during the summer. We should still have the time to get them into game shape before the season starts. I had just hoped a couple of them would step up and take the lead for the seniors we lost last season.” Sara afyon escort talked as fast as she moved across the kitchen. Grabbing a protein shake from the fridge, she only paused as she downed the beverage.
“I’ll bet this time next year she will be lamenting the loss of this round of seniors too.” Alison emerged from the garage. In many ways, Alison was physically the opposite of Sara, tall and broader than her fiancée. Alison stood a couple inches taller than even Samantha, making her a full foot taller than Sara, her fair skin contrasted well against Sara’s darker hue. Light blonde hair and dark blue eyes accented her face, while her more formal business attire made her look more mature than Sara. “You look comfortable. I know we didn’t think we would be home until late, but Sara forgot her outfit for tonight.”
“My attire is not quite appropriate for grabbing dinner with the faculty before the game.” Sara rolled her eyes after she downed the beverage.
“I have got to show off my new trophy fiancée,” Alison responded with a wink toward her. “If we don’t get moving, we won’t get back to the city in time for the reservation.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll go grab my outfit.” Sara tossed the empty shake bottle into the sink as she bounced out of the room, down the hall to their bedroom.
“You ready for your date?” Alison turned toward Samantha, setting her purse on the half wall.
“I am, already got my outfit on, just trying to get my exercise in before he gets here.”
“Dating a fellow nudist does seem to simplify outfits. Don’t let Sara know, but I took like two hours to decide what to wear on our first date.” Alison said, peeking down the hallway toward their bedroom.
“Didn’t you two shoot hoops and hang out in the student union on your first date?” Samantha’s face was graced by a quizzical expression, knowing full well what their first date entailed.
“We sure did, knowing each other for as long as we had, I wanted to make a different impression on her when it was something more.” As if to punctuate the sentence, Sara bounced back into the room, carrying a red blouse and dark grey pencil skirt in one hand and a matching red bra and panty set in the opposite. “Yes, I wanted to impress her.” Sara stuck her tongue out in her direction. “Trying to get rid of some nervous energy? I am sure you two will do plenty of working out this evening.” Alison waggled her eyebrows.
Sara spun around and opened the pantry that obscured the washer and drier. “I don’t think I would make it six months without getting a little something, something.” She announced while winking at Alison and flinging her top and skirt into the drier. “We go five minutes? I left those out on the chair, and they need to de-wrinkle a little.”
Alison’s eye glanced down at her phone, then looked up and smiled while shaking her head. “Most likely as long as we don’t get stuck in traffic.”
“Good, can’t let your future trophy wife show up, like we just put our clothes back on.” Sara pulled her t-shirt up over her head. She revealed a burgundy and grey colored sports bra on her tanned skin. The hue for her skin coming from both her time outside and her father’s Korean ancestry. Her mother was a fighter pilot in the Air force, falling in love with a marrying a local teacher while stationed abroad. Sara had been born on the airbase before her family settled back in the states. Her energy came from her mother, while her desire to teach and coach was straight from her father.
“I suppose it would be because you did.” Samantha teased from the living room.
“Yeah, but not because I was doing anything fun.” Off came the sports bra. Taking a couple of steps, she shot the paired clothes into the laundry basket atop the washer. The sports bra went in while the t-shirt spread out and fell on to the drier. “Damn, I’ll get it this time.” With a single motion, Sara bent down, and off came her bottoms and the burgundy pair of boy shorts below them. The later only lingering for a second as the elastic stretched over her ample and shapely ass. Another step back and the clothing arched across the kitchen. This time both falling in the basket. “Still got it.” She announced before skipping around across the kitchen to take care of her rebound.
“Now, I feel over-dressed.” Alison shook her head at her mate in the kitchen.
“You two are still fine with us being here this weekend, and wearing the customary local attire?”
“As the resident bisexual, it does not bother me. It would be the first dick I have seen in a long while.” Alison said while walking toward the kitchen.
This time the quizzical look Samantha had on her face was genuine. “You’re bisexual. I didn’t know.”
“I am, in fact, I ‘dated’ plenty of guys before I fell for this one.” Sara had grabbed a granola bar and jumped up on the edge of the kitchen island, legs swinging toward the living room as she smiled at toward Alison. “Who I fell for ultimately had alanya escort the same type of equipment as me,” Alison added as she patted Sara on the shoulder, standing next to the naked nymph beside her.
“I was her first with this.” Sara giggled while circling her crotch with her engagement ring equipped hand while tearing open the granola bar wrapper with her teeth. Sara’s insatiable appetite fueled her fitness routine, and her naked body indeed showed the efficacy of that approach. Her firm, lean legs were leading up her body to a tight and toned ass. Prominent tan-lines gave away the pattern of her favorite boy short swimsuit that doubled as her summertime running gear. Her smoothly waxed vagina easily visible as her legs were wide open as they swung. Sara had always kept herself trimmed and shaven but had been curious about Samantha’s chosen style. When Samantha found a new place in town, Sara tried it too.
The first waxing experience had not been her favorite, she had expressed as much to Samantha, but Alison had liked the look. Sara had over-shared Alison’s ravenous reaction when she had first set her fingers upon it. She had then agreed to keep up the appearance so long as Alison did as well. When Samantha went last weekend to get waxed, Alison went with her. Samantha had yet to see the results, but Sara seemed happy with it.
Sara’s abs were rock hard and prominent even in her sitting position, slightly slumped forward. Her breasts, smaller than Samantha’s, bobbed with each kick of her feet. Surrounded by a sports-bra-shaped set of tan lines, her perky breasts were capped small brownish-pink areolae. Currently, those areolae were topped with erect nipples; either she was excited, or the AC was having an effect. Knowing Sara, it was probably a little bit of both causing the rise.
“As our resident lesbian,” Sara announced. “I am fine with it. I may have only been with girls, but I can appreciate the male form. That and I doubt he would be comfortable with hanging out nude all weekend with strangers.” Taking an enourmous bite out of the granola bar, Sara smiled at Samantha.
“Well, I was going to waste one of my dares, ensuring that he would. I was thinking about daring him to let me lock his clothing in my car, so he doesn’t have a way to cheat. I just want to be sure that it is okay with you two. It is your house.” Samantha replied, taking a seat on the half-wall near the kitchen. With her roommates, she did not feel the need to feign modesty.
“Dirty girl!” Sara laughed between bites. “It might be fun to mess with him, see if he can take it.”
“Just don’t let us catch you two fucking out in the open,” Alison added.
“I can’t promise he won’t get excited. I tend to influence him.” Samantha smiled.
“Yeah, and I will bet two naked lesbians would only exacerbate that issue,” Sara said with a lecherous grin.
It was Alison’s turn to adopt a quizzical grin. This one was targeting Sara. “Really? I am not sure I want anyone else to see me in my birthday suit.”
“As long as I don’t have to get dressed. After having to doll up tonight, I don’t plan on wearing anything this weekend.” Sara finished her granola bar and leaped down from the table. She looked at Alison, “You know you love me like this.” Sara spread her arms and legs out before spinning around laughing.
“God help me, I do. I swear you two and your nudist ways are going to be the death of me.” Alison’s voice filled with mirth. “Now, get your lovely ass covered, I have a new principal to introduce you to.” She reached out and slapped Sara’s bare ass.
“You sure I can’t just go like this?” Sara said after a squeal. Alison just shook her head and rolled her eyes. Sara obliged her girl’s request, extracting her clothes from the drier.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice the color choice of your outfit. Red and black, South’s colors, huh?” Alison again rolled her eyes at her.
Samantha knew that Alison was a vice-principal at one of the rival high schools to the one were Sara taught. Sara paused a moment while putting on the lacy red and black bra that matched her chosen outfit. “Really? I hadn’t noticed.” She feigned innocence. Before giggling. “It could be worse; I do have that purple and gold outfit.”
“And you would look like your supporting Riverside,” Alison questioned, the rival of both of their schools that Alison’s happened to be playing in football this evening.
“Yeah, bleah! I didn’t think that one through.” Sara’s tongue out in a look of udder disdain for both of their schools hated rivals. She was buttoning up her blouse while still standing bottomless in the kitchen. She held up the skirt beside her legs, as if measuring the length. “So, what do you two think? Do I need panties, or are they going to show?”
“You know my feelings on underwear,” Samantha answered immediately. Sara and Alison nodded in unison. “That said, I have worn panties all week. Sometimes I have to make concessions to modesty at work.”
“Certainly not at home.” Alison joked. Samantha responded by jumping off the half-wall and imitating the spin Sara had done previously. “Not that we mind.” She added before turning to Sara. “Depends on if anything shows, try with and then without.”
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