Back, I guess around 1971 or so, I lived in a high rise apartment building on the West Bank of the University of Minnesota campus. Most of the residents were in their early 20's; a significant number were grad students. Most of us knew each other on some level, and there were many on my floor who stopped at each others apartments to visit from time to time. Among those I knew reasonably well was a young fellow who had recently gotten out of the Army and was back in school.
Sitting around having a beer one evening, he asked me if I had seen "the naked chick" yet. I didn't know what he was talking about, and he explained that he was getting off the elevator one afternoon when a new female resident had walked down to the trash chute a couple of doors down from her apartment, in a robe that was wide open in front. He said that as she passed she stopped and introduced herself. It got my interest and I started watching out for her.
When I ran into her at the mailboxes she was -unfortunately- fully clothed. She was, however, very friendly, as advertised. She introduced herself told me what unit she lived in and invited me to stop by for a beer someday. I made her the same offer.
A couple of days later, I took her up on the offer. Around 8:00 in the evening, I took a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses, and knocked at her door. She let me in and acted very happy to see the wine. She said she was just one from work and could use a a little one. She then told me that she had just been running a bath and that after I had opened the bottle and poured it, I should bring it back tot he bathroom.
When I knocked on the door, she called for me to come in, and there she was lying in the tub as naked as the day she was born! She told me she hoped I didn't mind -as though that were possible. I said to her, "You don't understand men very well, do you?" to which she asked why I sad that. I replied that like pretty much all men, I loved looking at naked women. She told me that she didn't see what the big deal was with everybody acting like there was something wrong with nudity, and that I was welcome to look all I liked.
We drank the wine, sat and talked, and I quite frankly was hoping to see signs that she wanted to get laid. She was so casual and so matter of fact about being naked that I was convinced that her nudity was not a come on, so I just enjoyed her company. When she was done with her bath she told me to wait for her in the living room and give her a minute to get dressed. I said laughed and said, "oh, Damn!". She responded by asking if I would rather she stayed naked, and of course I told her that would be great. I left about an hour later and she was naked the whole time.
A few days later, there was a knock on my door and it was Diane, carrying two bottles of beer and stark naked. I let her in, and she grinned and said that she didn't see why she shouldn't start out that way, since it was what I wanted to see. When we finished the beer, she asked if I wanted another and when I told her I didn't have any, she hopped up and said, "come on. we'll go back to my place."
It was almost surreal: we casually walked back to her apartment which was at the far end for eh very long hallway and she just wasn't nervous at all. I finally asked of she wasn't worried that she'd get caught. She told me that she didn't mind people seeing her naked so there was not "getting caught" to it. I asked if she didn't sometimes get bad reactions, and she said that she rarely did, but almost always from women.
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