Stately Home Encounter

[Everard]

It was a blazing hot summer afternoon, so when I stopped for fuel I put the hood down, removed my tee-shirt and stowed it behind the seats. So now I was as topless as my car was. Another few minutes of driving took me to the entrance I was looking for. The sign on the gate read:

BRIGTHORPE MANOR

A smaller one underneath read:

CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE – APRIL 30TH- JUNE 10TH

And an even smaller one under that:

WELFORD NATURIST CLUB VISIT
SUNDAY JUNE 1ST, 1PM – 6PM
MEMBERS ONLY

I turned in and at the other end of the long drive found the car parking area, separated from the house and the road by tall, dense trees. It was after one and seeing the car park full of empty vehicles, decided everybody must have already undressed and gone in.

I was wrong though; one of the cars still had an occupant. Noticing it was the same make and model as my own, I parked beside it. As I came to a halt, I noticed a young woman sitting in it, fully clothed and not looking too happy. I smiled and said, “Hello!”

“Oh … hello,” she said, not too brightly. I started to get out and she said, “No – don’t!” I immediately twigged; seeing me shirtless, she had thought I was naked.

I said, “Don’t worry, I’m still dressed.” Obviously, a nervous newbie. I got out of the car, walked round and stood beside her car. She looked about 30, nice body from what little I could see of it, long wavy auburn hair and wearing a lime green halter top and very skimpy cut-off jeans. And looking more than a little miserable.

“Are you ok?”

“Not really.” She explained that this was her first ever visit to a naturist event, but the more experienced friends who were supposed to be coming with her had cried off at the last minute. She felt terrified going alone, but hoping her courage would return once she arrived, had jumped into her own car and shot off anyway. Now, however, that courage was nowhere to be seen.

I said, “Well you don’t need to go in straight away, you’ve got hours yet. You can build up to it. And anyway it’s only clothing optional. If you want, you can stay partially dressed. Or even fully dressed.”

“No, that’s the coward’s way out, I need to do this properly or not at all.”

“Well whatever you do, it’s your decision. See you later perhaps.” I started to walk towards the house, but again she said, “No!”
I stopped and looked at her quizzically. She needed encouragement, obviously. Gently does it, I thought, don’t bully her. So I asked her about her car; it’s the one thing classic owners love to talk about, most of them once they start you can’t stop ‘em. So now we were on familiar ground and she opened up a bit more.

“How long have you had it?”

“About 5 years. Oh, by the way, I’m Jacqui.”

Hello Jacqui, I’m Max.”

Prattling on about the car did relax her somewhat. I said, “Pop the bonnet for me?” and when she did, I moved round to the front to look in the engine compartment. After a few minutes of comparing facts and figures I heard a rustle from inside the car, and suddenly Jacqui was standing beside me, but without the lime green halter top. Well at least we matched now. I was careful to make no comment, didn’t even glance her way, just kept talking cars. About ten minutes later I was wondering, if I’m trying to be the gentleman in this situation, should I take the rest of mine off first, or let her go first? But looking up, I saw that she had disappeared! Puzzled, I looked all round, then realized she was back in her car. And once more wearing the green top. Her courage had upped and fled again, and she was crying.

“Oh, Max, I feel such a fool. I’m so angry at myself.”

“Don’t be. Maybe it just isn’t for you. Or you might need more time.”

“I don’t understand it. I’m quite often naked at home. And when I visit my two naturist friends, we all are. If only they’d been here … “

“Well don’t worry about it, there’ll be other times.” She touched my hand. “Thanks for being so understanding.” When she looked directly at me, I noticed her green eyes were really captivating. My courage wasn’t going anywhere. “It’s still early, d’you fancy going somewhere else?”

“That would be great! Can we go via my place, so I can drop my car off, and change into something less revealing?” It wasn’t far so I followed her. When we got there, before going into her ground floor flat she told me the lane was a cul-de-sac so I’d have to go to the end to turn round. When I did so I found it quite secluded so I changed in the car before returning. Jacqui emerged wearing an off-white blouse and a dark red skirt that matched her flowing hair perfectly. It was also quite short, and showed off her beautifully slender legs to advantage. Of course, I’d already noticed those.

“You look smashing,” I said as she got in the car. “Lunch?”

“Yes please!”

We found a gorgeous little country pub and had a very pleasant lunch and glass of wine. While we chatted, I asked her what she fancied doing for the rest of the afternoon and to my surprise she mentioned an art exhibition she wanted to catch. Well, that’s different, I thought. The gallery was in a large town only a dozen or so miles away so we were soon there. As we wandered round, I took the opportunity for a good look at Jacqui, unobserved. She was wearing a very simple outfit but it really set her off. Slightly more than average height for a girl and sleekly slim, she moved with such grace and poise I almost forgot I was in a room full of paintings and sculptures. Walking behind her and watching her perfect posterior as it glided sveltely between the artworks, it was all I could do to stop myself reaching out and grasping it there and then. Afterwards we sat in a small coffee house to discuss the exhibition and I couldn’t stop looking into her eyes. They were quite the loveliest I’d ever seen, and she had a wonderful way of crinkling her nose when she smiled. The smile itself was pretty captivating too.

We started talking about movies and when she mentioned one she wanted to see, I laughed and said that I’d been looking forward to it too, and pulled out my phone. A quick search revealed that it was playing not far away. A meal in a nearby restaurant filled in the couple of hours before it was due to start, then at 8:30 we showed up at the picture house full of anticipation. As we sat waiting for it to start, I recalled a letter I had received from my brother about a visit to the cinema with his girlfriend; “Last night we went to see” – whatever it was – “and really enjoyed it. The film was terrible, though.” Well we enjoyed this one and the film was good too!

All too soon the evening was over and it was time to take this amazing creature home. On her doorstep we stood for a while reflecting how the day had gone, and arranging another meeting soon.

“I hope it’s as much fun as this one,” said Jaqui, “because I’ve had a fantastic time today.”

“So have I,” I admitted. “I do have one regret, though.”

“Oh – what’s that?”

“I never got to see you naked.”

“Fool,” she crinkled and gave me a play-punch. “See you Wednesday. And don’t forget you have to go to the end to turn round.”

A quick kiss and I was back in the car, had gone to the end and turned round. As I drove past the ground floor flat on the corner, I was surprised to see someone standing in the window waving at me.

It was Jacqui.

Naked.





[AI interpretations of what she might look like]