[Janethebrain]

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