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19/01/2016
I think most beautiful women are kind of exhibitionistic deep down. About five years ago I was dating a short, cute brunette with a dynamite figure. I was 35 at the time, she was 38, I think, but looked about 25. Remember Katrina Witt, the Olympic figure skater? Well, "Judi" looked a lot like her. She worked very hard at staying in shape. She claims she was overweight in high school, so maybe this was her way of leveling things out in her mind.
Judi was no prude, but I would put her more on the "prim and proper" rather than the "wild" side of the spectrum. Surprisingly, we had only been dating about a month when things got a little spicy.
About a year before, Judi had purchased a home on an older street in a suburb just west of Cleveland. Most of the rehab work on the house itself had been completed by the time we started dating, and she had started to focus her time and energy on the garden in the backyard.
One day I stopped over to take her to dinner just as the sun was starting to set. This was probably late September or early October, so there was just a little chill in the air that time of day. Judi was wearing a full length terry cloth robe after taking a shower. Before getting dressed she told me she wanted to show me some of the work she'd completed in her backyard earlier that day.
She took my hand and we headed out the back door. When we made it to the middle of the yard I kissed her, on impulse. Without stopping to think, I gently untied the robe at her waist and pushed it off her shoulders. We were still kissing when I started to pull her arms out of the sleeves. As it started to fall below her waist, she broke the kiss and pulled back, glancing around nervously.
"What are you doing?" she asked, in a loud whisper. She didn't seem angry, though.
She was clutching the robe around her waist, but made absolutely no attempt to cover her breasts. This gave my confidence a little boost. She kept looking around at the neighboring houses. The yard was surrounded by a wood fence, maybe six feet high, but anyone looking out a second floor window of any of those houses would have seen everything.
I decided to be very direct and looked her in the eye. "Come on," I said, "This is what you want." (But honestly, I have no idea where the guts to do this came from. As I said, we had only been dating a month, and had just started sleeping together.)
I gently released her hands from the robe, and it fell to the grass at her feet. "Show me the garden," I said. She looked around again, bit her lip, then asked if she could carry the robe, but I told her no. (That's what she wanted to hear, I think. she didn't smile, but her eyes had this kind of glazy look.)
I took her hand and led her, completely naked to the rear of the yard. Without saying anything, I was trying to project a "so what if someone sees you, let them look" attitude. Her robe was on the ground 30 feet away. At first she kept looking around, and covered herself a little with her hands and arms. But after a few minutes she started to relax and actually seemed caught up in telling me about the plants she'd put it that afternoon. Any signs of embarassment were shed along with the robe, I guess.
Of course, I was turned on out of my mind. My mouth went dry, and I can remember feeling my heart pounding in my chest and hearing my pulse in my ears.
A few more minutes passed, and suddenly this was the most normal thing in th world. She strutted - really! - around the yard, pointing out improvements she had made, and talking casually about other things she was hoping to do. Judi was always very friendly, but sunddenly she was just brimming with confidence. Not once, while we were out there, did either of us mention her nudity. I still can't believe it. This went on for maybe 15 minutes. It was beautiful beyond words - this perfect little nymph giving me a completely naked tour of her backyard, where any of her neighbors might have seen, yet she was as poised as if she were wearing a $1000 Halsten. Finally, the phone in her kitchen rang, and she returned inside to answer it. I followed her in and opened a bottle of wine while she chatted - still nude - on the phone for another 5 minutes.
It's hard to explain, but the weird thing is that there was something profoundly non-sexual about what we did. I went out of my way to NOT touch her, except on her hands and forearms. But I guess the tension building underneath is what made the whole situation so erotic.
We never did make it to dinner.
Judi was no prude, but I would put her more on the "prim and proper" rather than the "wild" side of the spectrum. Surprisingly, we had only been dating about a month when things got a little spicy.
About a year before, Judi had purchased a home on an older street in a suburb just west of Cleveland. Most of the rehab work on the house itself had been completed by the time we started dating, and she had started to focus her time and energy on the garden in the backyard.
One day I stopped over to take her to dinner just as the sun was starting to set. This was probably late September or early October, so there was just a little chill in the air that time of day. Judi was wearing a full length terry cloth robe after taking a shower. Before getting dressed she told me she wanted to show me some of the work she'd completed in her backyard earlier that day.
She took my hand and we headed out the back door. When we made it to the middle of the yard I kissed her, on impulse. Without stopping to think, I gently untied the robe at her waist and pushed it off her shoulders. We were still kissing when I started to pull her arms out of the sleeves. As it started to fall below her waist, she broke the kiss and pulled back, glancing around nervously.
"What are you doing?" she asked, in a loud whisper. She didn't seem angry, though.
She was clutching the robe around her waist, but made absolutely no attempt to cover her breasts. This gave my confidence a little boost. She kept looking around at the neighboring houses. The yard was surrounded by a wood fence, maybe six feet high, but anyone looking out a second floor window of any of those houses would have seen everything.
I decided to be very direct and looked her in the eye. "Come on," I said, "This is what you want." (But honestly, I have no idea where the guts to do this came from. As I said, we had only been dating a month, and had just started sleeping together.)
I gently released her hands from the robe, and it fell to the grass at her feet. "Show me the garden," I said. She looked around again, bit her lip, then asked if she could carry the robe, but I told her no. (That's what she wanted to hear, I think. she didn't smile, but her eyes had this kind of glazy look.)
I took her hand and led her, completely naked to the rear of the yard. Without saying anything, I was trying to project a "so what if someone sees you, let them look" attitude. Her robe was on the ground 30 feet away. At first she kept looking around, and covered herself a little with her hands and arms. But after a few minutes she started to relax and actually seemed caught up in telling me about the plants she'd put it that afternoon. Any signs of embarassment were shed along with the robe, I guess.
Of course, I was turned on out of my mind. My mouth went dry, and I can remember feeling my heart pounding in my chest and hearing my pulse in my ears.
A few more minutes passed, and suddenly this was the most normal thing in th world. She strutted - really! - around the yard, pointing out improvements she had made, and talking casually about other things she was hoping to do. Judi was always very friendly, but sunddenly she was just brimming with confidence. Not once, while we were out there, did either of us mention her nudity. I still can't believe it. This went on for maybe 15 minutes. It was beautiful beyond words - this perfect little nymph giving me a completely naked tour of her backyard, where any of her neighbors might have seen, yet she was as poised as if she were wearing a $1000 Halsten. Finally, the phone in her kitchen rang, and she returned inside to answer it. I followed her in and opened a bottle of wine while she chatted - still nude - on the phone for another 5 minutes.
It's hard to explain, but the weird thing is that there was something profoundly non-sexual about what we did. I went out of my way to NOT touch her, except on her hands and forearms. But I guess the tension building underneath is what made the whole situation so erotic.
We never did make it to dinner.
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