One Click Chicks Forum - Friday night adventure

Hi everyone, sorry to have been away for so long. I promised you some stories about Sue and Jeff's new hot tub, but to be honest I just couldn't find a way to make them interesting. If I'm going to take the time to write about an experience, I want it to be something I can go back to in a few years and relive through my writing. But the hot tub stories are all the same. We got drunk, we went in the hot tub, everybody got a good look at everyone else's tan lines and parts that are normally hidden. Don't get me wrong, it was fun, but not really anything worth writing about.

But last weekend, something happened that I do want to share with you.

On Thanksgiving a couple weeks ago, a group of us were standing around my sister's kitchen drinking wine and catching up and the conversation turned into a discussion of new TV shows that each of us was watching. One of the shows that I had not heard about was Westworld. One of my cousins really liked it, but a couple other people said it was too violent for them. I wasn't really interested because I've never been into western themed shows, but then my brother-in-law who was walking around refilling people's wine glasses, stopped and asked if we were talking about Westworld.

"We just started watching it last weekend," he said. "But I call it 'Naked robots of the wild west' which is a much more accurate title."

My cousin who had recommended the show laughed hysterically and agreed that was a better title. That intrigued me because I couldn't figure out how a western would have naked robots, and I made a mental note to check it out.

The next day, instead of going Black Friday shopping, Frank and I settled on the couch, fired up HBO Go and started watching. They were not wrong about the violence, which is extreme at times, and my brother-in-law (Bill) was definitely right about his working title. Those damn robots are naked a lot!

My husband Frank and I watched a few episodes that day, and a few more over the weekend. Then we were hooked, and just kept watching the next episode as soon as one ended.

Last Saturday I went over to my sister's house to pick up some stuff I had left there on Thanksgiving. As I collected my baking dishes I glanced at the TV and noticed that Bill and my sister were actually watching Westworld and had paused it when I arrived. We started talking about the show and it turned out that they were a couple episodes from the end and were trying to finish over the weekend.

I didn't have anywhere to be, Frank was out for the day with some of his buddies, so I sat down on the couch with Bill and my sister and settled in to watch the episode with them. A few minutes later there were 30 naked people on the screen for the big orgy scene. It wasn't terribly sexual, but there was a ton of nudity.

My sister commented that it must be difficult to find that many people who are willing to be completely naked for a scene like that, especially since so many of the actors are older and didn't look like they would be cast for roles that required nudity. And even beyond the orgy scene, every time they go into that basement storage area there are a hundred naked people of all ages, shapes and sizes all standing there.

"Most actors don't care about that, and if it's a good part and the nudity makes sense and isn't gratuitous, we are happy to do it," I replied. I was a theater major in college and have been in many plays, and even picked up a commercial or two over the years, so I like to think of myself as an actor, but the truth is I was just being pretentious.

"Sure maybe when you are starting out in your twenties and in good shape," my sister said, "but some of these people are already famous and most of the others don't even have lines, they are just sitting there naked."

I replied with an extended speech about what it means to be an actor, and how your body is a tool, and how the most important thing is authenticity in helping to tell the story that you are a part of. There are no small roles, etc. This is what my friends would call "classic Jane" - me going on and on about what it means to be an actor.

"So you would do it now, at your age?" my sister asked.

"To get a role in an HBO series, you bet your ass I'd get naked!" I exclaimed.

We all laughed and went back to watching the show. A few minutes later there was an extended scene of a robot sitting completely naked and then another robot, laying flat on a gurney totally exposed including pubic hair, being wheeled past.

My sister hit pause and said, "Ok, that's another thing. That girl going past on the gurney was only on screen for like two seconds, but she was probably naked in front of the other actors and the crew for a long time. How do you deal with that?"

"It's just an actor's mindset, when you get in the zone, you become the character. Some actors stay in character any time they are on set, even when they're not on camera. And I've told you about how I got used to changing in a shared dressing room all the way back in college. So we are pretty much used to it, nudity is no big deal."

My sister and Bill know I'm a free spirit. We played strip poker twenty years ago, and had been in the hot tub naked a couple times when they used to have one in their old house. They are also used to me talking about "the actor mindset" but sometimes they get tired of hearing my speeches and I see them rolling their eyes. This was one of those times.

"I know you say that, and on some level you probably believe it, but I just don't think you could actually go through with it and really sit there naked," my sister said. "Especially if you didn't have any lines and just had to be a naked robot extra."

During the past few minutes I could feel myself getting a little tingly with all the talk about being naked and I remembered that Bill and my sister had both seen me naked before so that wasn't an issue. My sister and I have a good relationship, but like any sisters there is a bit of competitiveness between us, so without really meaning to, I took what she said as a challenge.

In my head I could see where this was possibly going, and I started to realize that I might have been unconsciously leading it here ever since my sister's first question about the naked actors. But the truth was that I wasn't 100% sure I could actually do it. I was stone cold sober and it was still only mid-afternoon, and in the past I have always been buzzed or drunk before getting naked. Unfortunately, I had just made a speech about the actor's mindset, and that didn't include needing to be drunk in order to get naked.

While I was thinking about this, my sister just looked at me with raised eyebrows. After a few seconds she decided to let me off the hook.

"My real question is why we have seen everybody naked except James Marsden. Now that's a robot I want to see see more of," my sister said, changing the subject away from me.

"He probably has a small dick," said Bill, who had been quietly watching the exchange between his wife and sister. "A guy with a decent package would have no problem showing what he's got."

"Don't say that," squealed my sister as she elbowed her husband in the ribs, "you're ruining my fantasy. You know he's on my celebrity list."

"I'm telling you, small penis beats actor's mindset every time," Bill was openly teasing his wife.

"I will let you know when I find out," my sister shot right back. "I will send you a pic."

The way Bill smiled at her when she said that made me so happy for them. They have been together for thirty years, but still have a fun, playful relationship.

Bill turned to me and asked what I think, and I blurted out, "Oh yeah, he's definitely got a small dick!" Bill laughed and caught another elbow.

My sister's whole attitude changed in an instant, and even though we both know it was silly, it was also very real. "Ok miss Inside the Actor Studio, why don't you tell us about all the nude scenes you've done."

I stuck out my tongue at my sister and told Bill to hit play.

About ten minutes later there is an extended scene where a main character female actress (robot) is completely naked with two clothed technicians and in the course of the scene you clearly see her tits, ass and repeatedly. (I'm trying not to give too many Westworld spoilers)

We had all been quietly watching, but as the scene went on my sister said, "See this is what I'm talking about, she had to be naked all day filming that scene with all the different camera angles and cuts. You really think you could do that?"

"How many times do I have to tell you, for actors, nudity just isn't that big a deal," I heard myself say, and this time, even I could hear how aloof I sounded. So I wasn't surprised to see my sisters head spin around to look at me.

The look on her face told me that we were way past eye-rolling. All the way back to when we were kids, she would put up with my "know it all" attitude right up to a point, and then she would snap and call me on my shit.

"Ok then, let's see you do it, if it's no big deal," my sister said.

I just laughed.

"I'm serious," she said looking at her watch. "The kids won't be home for about three hours."

She got up and walked into the other room and came back carrying a folding chair that hadn't been put away after Thanksgiving dinner. She unfolded the chair and put it in the middle of the family room.

"There now we have a set for your big scene." She walked across the room and flipped on all the lights. "And now we have lights. We just need our actor."

"I will get the camera," Bill said jumping off the couch.

"No camera," she said to her husband, "but you can stay if you behave yourself."

"You want me to get naked in front of your husband," I asked surprised?

"Why not? Nudity is no big deal for actors, right? And you're an actor. We'll just pretend he's the cinematographer."

"I want to be the director," Bill chimed in. From the look on his face, he didn't seem to know if his wife was serious or joking.

I wasn't sure either. I hated getting called out by my sister on anything, especially something to do with acting. And I hated the idea of backing down from a challenge. But I really wasn't sure I could do it.

I had rediscovered my enjoyment of a little flashing over the past year, but that had always been aided by a lot of alcohol, and I had Sue or Karen also showing skin. A random thought went through my head that the chair was sitting in the exact place where we all sit around and open presents on Christmas morning.

"Ok, kidding aside, what are you saying," I asked my sister?

"I want you to do the scene we just watched."

"I'm not afraid to do it," I replied.

"So do it," she said nodding at the chair in the middle of the room.

In the end, I think it was competitiveness more than exhibitionism that pushed me over the edge. I wasn't feeling particularly sexy or daring, in fact the thought running through my head was, "I'll teach her not to question me!"

I pushed my sweatpants down to my ankles and stepped out of them. Then just as quickly I pushed my underwear down. My sweatshirt hung low enough that I was still mostly covered except for my legs which were actually trembling a little bit. It was about a week since I last shaved downtown so I was a little furry, but not enough to provide any coverage.

"Last chance to look away," I said.

"It's no big deal," my sister replied with a smile.

I pulled my sweatshirt and t-shirt over my head and tossed them on the floor. And because I wasn't trying to be sexy, I just pulled the straps off my shoulders and spun my bra around to undo the clasp in front like I do when I'm getting undressed for a shower. All together it probably took 20 seconds for me to go from fully dressed to fully naked. Well, almost fully naked. I kept my socks on because I absolutely hate it when my feet are cold.

I resisted the desire to cover up and stood with my hands on my hips in what I hoped was a display of defiance and confidence. My sister seemed to be intentionally looking away from me, and I didn't know where Bill was but I had a pretty good idea he was looking my way.

After a minute, I remembered that I was supposed to be sitting in the chair so I walked over to it and sat down. I tried to think what a naked robot in suspend mode would do, so I sat up straight with my shoulders back and adopted a completely blank look on my face.

My first real nude scene I thought to myself, and suppressed a smile. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of my sister making gestures at her husband and it looked like she wanted him to walk around like he was a cameraman. I could see him off to the side getting a nice extended look, mostly at my boobs since I was sitting down. When I realized he was staring at my naked tits, I felt my nipples start to tighten. Bill noticed immediately.

"Is there a draft in here," Bill asked. "It looks like Jane is cold."

I told him I was fine which led to a discussion about me breaking character. I told them that I didn't hear anyone call action, so I assumed we were between takes. And to prove my point I stood up and stretched my arms over my head. Even just a few minutes of trying to stay perfectly still had given me a knot in my shoulders.

As soon as I stood up I became very aware of my vagina, both that it was visible and that it was feeling a little warm. This was nothing like sitting in a hot tub naked, where everyone is in more or less the same situation and mostly underwater. I was standing in my sister's living room, fully exposed, and I was the only one who was naked. My legs had stopped shaking, but my brain was going a million miles an hour. I hoped I looked more calm than I felt.

"So is this what happens between takes," my sister asked, "You just stand around naked?"

"Some people do, but a lot of times they have a robe for the actor to put on," I replied.

"Do you want me to get you a robe," Bill offered?

"Nope, I'm fine. Like I told you, it's no big deal. You guys have seen me naked before which helps. Plus I haven't told you about it, but I did a bunch of naked hot tubbing over the summer with some neighbors."

My sister looked at me surprised. "You never told me about that," she said. "Who did you get naked in front of?"

They both knew Sue and Jeff casually, and I didn't think they would mind, so I told them about Jeff closing the big deal and using his commission to get a hot tub and how we would sometimes go in it naked after a few drinks. They were both shocked to hear that Frank had gone in the hot tub naked because it was so out of character for him. They decided that I was either a good or bad influence on Frank depending how you looked at it.

Bill suggested that we should invite them next time, but my sister said that she would have to lose a few pounds before she was going to get naked in front of other people. Bill replied that she looked great, and that most of her extra weight was in her boobs, which he didn't want her to lose.

Caught up in this conversation I almost forgot I was naked. But then I noticed Bill glancing down at my pussy every few seconds. He would go from my eyes to my tits to my pussy and then back again. I'm not sure if he was even aware he was doing it because we were all just talking the whole time. I almost made a comment about him looking at my pussy, but I figured it would make him uncomfortable or get him in trouble with his wife. And the truth was, I kind of liked him looking.

After a few more minutes of small talk, my sister shook her head.

"Ok Jane, you win. You're really an actor. I still don't think it's the same as being naked on TV for the whole world to see, but you definitely don't have a problem with nudity. Now put your clothes on," she said laughing.

"I thought she was supposed to stay naked for an hour," Bill said jokingly.

"I think you've seen enough mister," his wife replied. "You haven't looked her in the eye in the past ten minutes. That's my sister you're looking at."

Bill shrugged and pointed out that she was the one who had made her sister get naked.

"I should make you get naked."

"Why? I didn't say I was an actor," Bill said.

"I believe you said something about any guy who isn't ashamed of his package would do a nude scene," Bill's wife replied. "Didn't he say that Jane?"

"He did," I replied. "He also said James Marsden has a small penis."

"Just to be clear, you are saying that I should strip because James Marsden won't," Bill asked with a smile. He was very proud of coming up with that line on the spot, and he actually repeated it to me later.

Bill didn't wait for an answer. He pushed his sweat pants and boxers down in one movement, and then stepped out of them. "This boy's not afraid to show his penis," he said, and then pulled off his sweatshirt and dropped it onto his pile of clothes.

My sister and I completely lost it and started laughing hysterically.

Bill protested that us laughing as soon as he got naked was not exactly a confidence booster, which just made us laugh harder. Bill pouted, but I think he knew we were laughing at the situation not the size of his equipment.

My sister called for a group hug, which is what we did after playing strip poker 20 years ago, but this time only two of us were naked. After a brief hug my sister said, "Ok this is too weird, you guys have to get dressed now."

"Shouldn't we do the robot storage scene," Bill asked? He didn't seem to be in a hurry to get dressed. "I mean that's what started this whole thing."

I realized that I wasn't in a hurry to get dressed either, so Bill and I stood next to each other, arms at our sides, and zoned out staring straight ahead as if we were robots in sleep mode. My sister shook her head and muttered something about us being nudists, and then she started cleaning the kitchen. Bill told her she should come be a naked robot, but she just said no thanks.

After a few minutes I was bored with standing perfectly still, but didn't want to be the one who quit first. Then I remembered we were supposedly doing a scene for the cameras.

"Aaaannnnd CUT," I exclaimed. "Great scene everyone, let's take a break and reset."

Bill laughed and said he was wondering how long we were going to stand there. Then he walked into the kitchen and started rummaging around in a cabinet. "Do you want some coffee," he asked me?

I told him I was more in the mood for a glass of wine. Bill agreed, but my sister passed observing that it was only 4:00 in the afternoon. Bill and I both said, "it's five o'clock somewhere," at the same time and then said, "jinx," at the same time and then laughed.

We clinked our wine glasses in a toast and each took a sip. We stood in the kitchen talking while my sister finished loading the dishwasher. She eventually joined us and had a glass of wine, but she opted not to get naked although she did make a point of saying "today" leaving the door slightly open for another time.

I had a moment of introspection as we talked. In the past I had always been drawn to the act of "getting" naked and the excitement and thrill of revealing myself. But now I was having a very different experience. I was enjoying "being" naked which I think was a first for me in a non-sexual setting. I did still feel a twinge when I would catch Bill looking at my bits so a couple minutes later when my sister went to the bathroom, I decided to give him a nice look. I bent over and fiddled around in my purse in the floor for a minute before remembering that my phone was on the couch. That definitely gave me a rush, but it was brief and after I stood up we went right on with our conversation.

Bill asked if I wanted another glass of wine, but I said that one was enough, I still had things I needed to get done. My sister rejoined us and asked if we were planning to stay naked all day, and we said that we had proved our point.

She agreed, and said, "I assume we're not telling Frank about the Westworld re-enactment?"

"I don't think he'd be mad, but I'd rather not have to explain it over Christmas dinner," I replied. "Maybe if we all go hot tubbing at Sue's over the winter I will tell him then."

Bill and I got dressed, I hugged both of them and then left to run the rest of my errands.

I got home before Frank, cranked up the thermostat a few degrees, opened a bottle of wine, and got naked. That's how he found me when he got home an hour later, and I stayed mostly naked for the rest of the night. But this time the nudity was extremely sexual.

Sorry for the long post, but it is so much fun for me to relive the experience by writing about it and I just get carried away.

Have a happy holiday and if you haven't watched Westworld, I highly recommend it.

Jane

Hi everyone,

I had a naked adventure Thursday night that I thought I would share. There is no actual sex, so if that's what you are looking for you can skip this one.

My sister is out of town all week taking her oldest son to look at colleges. Her husband Bill stayed behind because he couldn't get time off work. I checked in with him on Wednesday to see how he was doing, and he said he was getting along fine, but the pizza boxes were stacking up.

I laughed and told him that he needed a home cooked meal. He agreed and asked if I was offering to cook for him. I said "sure" because I love to cook, and not having any kids of my own, I like to take care of other people. If a neighbor gets sick, or a friend has a death in the family, I'm the first one at the door bringing a meal.

I said that I could go shopping over my lunch hour and come by on Thursday night to cook for Bill and their other son. He welcomed the free meal and we made plans to meet up Thursday after work.

I texted Bill as I was leaving work to ask if there was anything his son particularly liked that I could pick up. He told me that his son had informed him this morning that he had play practice until 9 or 10 since the play he is in opens on Friday night. Apparently my sister is trying to get back from their college road trip in time for the play and is worried about Friday traffic.

I asked if he still wanted me to come by and cook and he said, "Absolutely, the boy can have leftovers when he gets home." He also told me that he had a crazy busy day and he hadn't eaten lunch and was starving.

I decided not to go home first, and since I had the groceries I had bought in the car, I drove straight to my sister's house. When I got there the front door was open with a post-it on the storm door that read, "Jane, come on in and start cooking."

I put down the groceries in the kitchen and started to unpack them. After a few minutes I got curious about where Bill was because his car was in the driveway. I called his name and got no response, so I went upstairs. Their master bedroom door was open so I called out his name again. "I'm in here," he called out, and as I walked into the bedroom I could hear the shower running.

I didn't want to assume it was ok to walk into the bathroom while he was showering, so I started to turn around to head back downstairs, but then he called out again, "So what are we having for dinner?" I started to tell him, but he yelled that he couldn't hear me.

I know from experience that Bill is a bit of an exhibitionist, so I wasn't terribly surprised that he was in the shower right when he knew I was coming over. In addition to the Westworld thing a couple months ago, we had been in a hot tub naked a couple times and even played strip poker 25 years ago shortly before he and my sister got married.

So I walked into their large bathroom and started telling him what I was planning to make for dinner. The shower has frosted glass, so although I could vaguely see an outline of him, I really couldn't see anything. That changed a minute later when he shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. He was completely casual about being naked in front of me and we continued discussing dinner as he dried himself off. He didn't even make an excuse about why he needed to take a shower at 5:30 in the afternoon, we both just pretended this was completely normal.

After he wrapped a towel around his waist he came over and gave me a hug and thanked me for cooking for him. We both walked into the bedroom and he dropped his towel and pulled on a pair of sweat pants. "Going commando?" I asked him. "Dressed for comfort," he replied. He pulled on a t-shirt and we went downstairs.

Bill grabbed a beer and offered me one. I asked if he had any wine and he produced a bottle and opened it for me. We caught up and talked about work and how the college visits were going as I started to get things ready for cooking. I kept expecting him to bring up Westworld or something else that would bring our discussion around to me getting naked, but he kept the conversation totally normal. It was actually starting to drive me a little crazy, because I was feeling the itch and I wanted an excuse to do it.

After my second glass of wine, with the meat in the oven and veggies on the cutting board, I decided to play a card and see how he responded. "I feel a little over-dressed for cooking, I'm more dressed for a board meeting," I said with a laugh.

"Feel free to get comfortable," Bill replied. "How do you normally dress for cooking?"

"Sometimes I just wear an apron," I answered coyly. Bill said that he suspected Frank likes that, and I assured him that was the case. For a couple minutes nothing more was said as I continued to cut vegetables.

Eventually Bill went to the pantry and came back carrying an apron. He handed it to me and said, "Here, just in case you decide to get comfortable."

"I don't know what my sister would say about me cooking naked for you," I told him.

Bill laughed and said, "Yeah, I'm not sure either, but after the Westworld thing I don't think she would be surprised." I had to agree with that. Bill and I had both walked around naked for almost an hour in front of my sister, and her reaction was mostly just shaking her head and calling us 'nudists'.

My mind was racing. I knew that Bill wasn't going to try anything with me. If he was that kind of guy I would have known it years ago. On the other hand, this was yet another secret that I didn't intend to tell my husband Frank, who definitely wouldn't approve of me cooking naked for my brother in law.

Oddly enough the main hesitation I felt was because I had just gotten waxed the day before and was feeling strangely self-conscious about my completely smooth vagina. When I had been naked in front of Bill years ago I was sporting a full bush, and when we did the Westworld thing, I had a couple weeks growth. He had never seen me completely bare down there.

"If I do this, it stays just between us, OK?" I looked Bill square in the eye, "I'm serious."

"Of course," Bill replied. "But just to be clear, I don't want you to do something you're uncomfortable with." Like I said, he's a good guy.

"Pour me another glass of wine," I said, and I walked into the living room.

I think I have mentioned before that the biggest rush for me is the process of actually getting naked in front of someone, and I could feel my hands shaking as I started to unbutton my blouse. Bill walked in and handed me a fresh glass of wine. I took a sip and set down the glass to continue getting undressed. Bill stood with me and continued talking just as casually as he had when he had gotten out of the shower naked an hour ago. He wasn't leering, but he certainly wasn't looking away either. To be fair, I hadn't looked away when he was drying himself off or getting dressed, so I guess maybe my sister is right that we are nudists.

I took off my blouse and carefully laid it on the back of the couch. Since I was going for casual not sexy, I just dropped the shoulder straps and spun my bra around to undo the clasp. If I'm being sexy, I take my bra off the other way and pause before the big reveal. Well, the reveal isn't all that big since I'm just a B-cup, but you get what I'm saying.

Even though I was trying to be casual, my nipples gave me away almost immediately tightening into hard little nubs. I paused for a second waiting for Bill to make a crack about it being cold in here, but he just kept up with a story he was relating about some guy he works with that pissed him off today.

I nodded along only half listening as my brain carried out a debate about letting Bill see me in my freshly waxed state. I'm not sure why it was freaking me out so much, maybe because I was doing this behind both Frank and my sister's back, and being totally bare made it extra naughty.

After a couple seconds, the competing parts of my brain reached a compromise and when I turned to put my bra on top of my folded blouse I quickly unbuttoned my pants and pushed them to the floor, and then quickly pushed my panties down too. Keeping my back to Bill, I put off actually showing him my hairless vagina for an extra couple seconds. And then I realized that I had left the apron in the kitchen so I just thought "fuck it" and turned around.

Bill didn't stop his story, but when I turned I could see his eyes flick from my boobs down to my pussy and widen a little when he saw I was completely bare down there. I guess I have what you would call an "innie" vaginally speaking. When I have even a moderate bush, you can't see my vagina at all. If I'm trimmed you can kind of see my slit, but when I'm as bare as I am right now, you can really see my slit clearly.

"That's a new look for you," Bill observed. "Special occasion?" And then as if we were casually talking about a new haircut, he turned and walked back into the kitchen.

I followed him back into the kitchen and resumed chopping onions and mushrooms. To my surprise, he picked up the apron and offered it to me.

"You want me to cover up," I asked?

"Not at all, just being polite," Bill answered with a smile.

"I'm fine," I replied. "But now I'm comfortable and you're over-dressed."

I think Bill had been waiting for me to say something like that, and he untied the string on his sweat pants, pushed them down and stepped out of them. He hung them over the back of a tall chair that sat next to the island and then walked to the fridge to get another beer.

I looked up from the cutting board and noticed that Bill's penis was considerably fuller than it had been when he got out of the shower. He wasn't erect, it was still mostly pointed downward, but it was definitely a semi or chubbie or whatever term you prefer. Much thicker than I had expected.

I have seen Bill naked a handful of times over the past 25 years, but had never seen him even partially aroused before this. One time many years ago after we had been hot tubbing naked, I even asked my sister, "it gets bigger right?" because after getting out of the water his dick had practically disappeared. She assured me that he has plenty to work with once he gets hard, and I remember saying, "I hope so!"

Now I was definitely getting a sense that once the blood gets flowing, Bill is actually pretty well endowed. I debated making a comment about his penis since he had made one about my waxing, but decided that might send the wrong message. Being naked was one thing. Being naked and aroused was another.

If Bill was aware of his growth, and I'm sure he was, I couldn't tell from his demeanor which had not changed in the slightest. We continued talking as if this was the most normal thing in the world. In fact, odd as it sounds, I was more comfortable standing around naked with Bill than I was with my husband Frank who would always be obsessing about whether the shades were all drawn or if someone might stop by unexpectedly.

This post is already way longer than I had intended so I won't try to recreate the rest of the conversation. I finished cooking, we sat at the table and ate dinner and it was a really enjoyable evening. Except for the fact that we were both naked, the conversation couldn't have been more normal. Yes, I saw him glance at my tits every 30 seconds, and anytime I got up from the table he checked out my ass and pussy, but honestly guys do that automatically whether a woman is dressed or naked, and it didn't bother me at all. When he got up to get another beer, I noticed that his dick had shrunk back to its normal state.

About the only thing that was not normal dinner conversation was when Bill asked me about how I dealt with the pain of getting waxed. He had talked my sister into doing it once, but she said it really hurt and she let it grow back after that one time. I recommended taking a couple Advil an hour before hand, and not having sex the same day. I also suggested that a little baby oil goes a long way when you are having sex with a freshly waxed vagina, and makes it extra great for both people. During this conversation I noticed that Bill's blood started flowing south again and I could actually see his dick start to rise.

For the first time ever, I saw Bill become uncomfortable about being naked and he actually put a napkin on his lap to cover up his arousal. This sparked something mischievous in me and I stood up while continuing to talk about my bare vagina. He was still seated so he had a great close up view of my pussy from about two feet away. I didn't spread it or anything vulgar like that, but I did lightly run my fingers across it while mentioning how smooth it was. After teasing him for a minute or two I sat back down with a big smile on my face. His napkin had literally become a tent. I pointed out that he needed another beer, and he smiled and said that he was going to wait a few minutes before getting up.

After that, we talked for a few more minutes and then I started cleaning up the dishes. Bill had gotten things under control, although he was still at semi status, and he helped me clean up. After we were done he thanked me for coming over and we both got dressed. He gave me a big hug and we agreed that we would leave out the naked part when we told our spouses about our dinner together.

When I got home, I told Frank I had a surprise for him, and for the second time that evening I was showing off my freshly waxed privates. This time it led to more than looking and talking.

Have a great weekend everyone.

- Jane