Legally Nude Ch. 08

Finally, warm weather was returning to the Midwest. While multiple feet of snow had piled up outside, Sarah, Carla, and I had been slogging through another large case. Days of document review in drab rooms in wonderful places like Youngstown and Scranton. Multi-day depositions in Detroit and Pittsburgh. Serendipitously, the case settled just as good weather came to stay.

At the same time, Mala had battled her way through the largest acquisition our office had ever handled. In many ways, Mala had a much worse burden than the rest of us because, while Sarah, Carla, and I shared the litigation work, Mala did the transactional work all by herself. Whole weeks had gone by when Sarah and I had not seen Mala at home.

Suffice to say that the whole firm was ready to relax and enjoy. In a second bit of serendipity, an invitation arrived at the office from Claire and Rick Robertson to a "bottomless cocktail party" at their mansion. Not knowing exactly what a "bottomless cocktail party" was, Mala did some calling around to people who have known the Robertsons longer than we had. The gist was that everyone attends the party in evening attire from the waist up, but is completely nude from the waist down.

Initially, Mala treated the invitation like a duty. Since the Robertsons were important clients, Mala felt obliged to go but had no real enthusiasm for it. Carla, on the other hand, bubbled with enthusiasm.

"Think about it," she said. "You'll be there with your hair done up, make-up, and an elegant top; while your ass, pussy, and legs will be completely bare. Being half-dressed will emphasize your nude bits and make it very erotic."

After thinking about it for a while, Mala warmed to the idea. Since the invitation was addressed to our firm, we finally decided that all four of us would go.

Being bare from the waist down made selecting an appropriate outfit challenging. It wouldn't do to have a shirt-tail hanging down, and we didn't want any part of our lower bodies covered. For me, that meant a tux shirt and bowtie topped with one of those short jackets that you see British army officers wear on some formal occasions. I think it is called a mess jacket, or something. At any rate, all of that would get tucked into a cummerbund. The ladies found elegant and shear tops (bras were off limits) that would be tucked into belts, except in Carla's case. Carla found a way to tie off the bottom of her top with a gold chain around her waist. The chain matched her earrings and bracelet.

We had decided to go to the party together. Sarah and Mala left earlier in the day to have their hair done, and returned in mid-afternoon with Carla. I was told that seeing the final presentations would be more stimulating than watching their assembly, and was directed to let the ladies get ready by themselves. I went off to my study to half dress myself and then watch part of a ballgame. A bit before five, the phone in my study buzzed indicating an internal call. It was Sarah telling me that I was now allowed back into the rest of the house.

As I walked into the kitchen, Sarah, Mala, and Carla were all standing behind the island. Each lady looked stunning, with their hair done up, tasteful make-up, and elegant tops. Then the ladies walked out from behind the island. Carla had been right, it was very erotic. Sarah and Carla had completely shaved. Mala left a thin dark landing strip between her legs. They all looked so wonderful that I felt myself starting to stiffen.

After a few deep breaths, I led the ladies to the car. Although it was a beautiful evening, we each took a light coat in case we had to cover up for some reason.

We were directed to park in Rick and Claire's side yard. I was surprised by the number of cars already there. Since we were on private property, we left the coats in the car and the four of us walked into the house bareassed.

Just inside the door was a slightly heavy lady who appeared to be in her mid-30s. She introduced herself as Pam, Rick and Claire's daughter. She too was nude from the waist down, exposing somewhat thick thighs and a bit of fat above her pubic v. Pam handed me a blue slip of paper with the number 26 on it. She also handed red slips to Mala, Carla, and Sarah. I asked what the paper was for.

Pam responded "Claire will explain it later."

Shrugging, I walked the direction Pam pointed into a very large drawing room. The room was filled with people. The women looked very elegant. Almost all wore jewelry. Some had very elaborate hairdos. Most of the men wore ties. Bowties seemed quite popular. Several, like me, wore waistcoats. However, everyone was totally nude from the waist down. It seemed that everyone had tried to accentuate their partial nudity by how they had dressed from the waist up. The partial dress drew your attention to each person's bare lower body, their dangling penis or exposed cunt lips and their bare asses.

Carla stood beside me. She squeezed my arm, giggled, and said "This is great! I feel so sexy. Everyone is looking at my ass and my cunnie!"

People were looking at Carla. She is a beautiful lady at any time, but she looks best naked. Her long smooth legs drew the eye up to her shaven patch. A hint of a tan line highlighted her pubes and ass. She looked stunning.

Soon, I heard Claire's voice through a PA system (she apparently loves to hear her voice amplified). The guests quieted and, looking through the people, I could see Claire and Rick standing at the front of the room. They, too, were bare from the waist down. It dawned on me that I had never seen Claire or Rick exposed before. Rick looked very much his age. However, Claire's firm thighs and belly looked like a woman much younger than I knew Claire to be. Rick had done well. Then I decided that I should focus on what Claire was saying.

I caught Claire in mid-speech. "Since we are all exposed and available, Rick and I decided that we should have some fun with it. So, by being here tonight, you all consent to be touched anywhere by anyone. Our theme tonight is 'fondle a stranger.' It should be a great way to meet new people by stroking a dick or fingering a clit. Have fun."

I turned to Carla and she grinned at me. Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to face Jessica, looking great with her black hair piled atop her head, a sheer white top over her perfect chest, and a single gold chain.

Jessica smiled. "You're not exactly a stranger, but you seemed a good place to start following Claire's instructions."

With that, Jessica took my dick in her soft left hand and began running her right index finger slowly up the underside of my shaft and head. After a moment, Jessica smiled at me more broadly and spread her legs slightly. Understanding her invitation, I reached forward and began stroking her clit.

As Jessica and I stood there stroking each other, Jessica's boyfriend Keith walked up. Keith is well-endowed. Carla made a circle around Keith's dick with her right index finger and thumb and began sliding it up and down his length.

Finally, I pushed my finger more deeply into Jessica's cunt. Not surprisingly, she was quite moist. I gently slid my finger out, brought it to my mouth, and licked Jessica's wetness off of my finger.

Jessica giggled, leaned forward and kissed me lightly. "You are a dear."

About that same moment, I felt someone spreading my ass cheeks and then I felt something being inserted into my asshole. I turned around to see Jenn, who Mala and I met at our first Robertson party. Jenn who may have been a bit lit.

"Harry, I just stuck a carrot in your ass," she giggled.

"I'd like it better if it was your finger, I replied.

Jenn giggled again. "Ok, turn around."

I did turn around. I felt her pull the carrot (I assume that she was telling the truth) out. Then I felt her finger probing my asshole. She pushed her finger in farther and began messaging my prostate. It did not take much of that before I was fully hard. After a few more moments, Jenn giggled again.

"I need to go wash my hand," she said as she slapped my ass and left.

I was standing there with a raging hard-on when one of the servers walked by. "Not bad," she commented.

This server was an extremely attractive girl apparently in her early 20s with rich deep red hair. All of the servers wore tight white aprons that stretched to mid-thigh and it was quite apparent that none had anything on underneath, which was confirmed when they turned around. I asked the redheaded beauty if I could have a Perrier (never risk giving the cops probable cause to stop you when you're driving around naked from the waist down). Watching her perfectly shaped ass framed by noticeable tan lines as she walked away did nothing to relieve my boner.

When the server returned with my water, we chatted for a few moments. Her name was Erin. All of the servers were college students or recent grads whom Claire and Rick had helped get through school in some fashion. Erin had just graduated from one of the Ivies with a Bachelor's in anthropology. I asked her how she got Claire and Rick's assistance.

"They didn't help me, but they know me," Erin explained. "They've been friends with my parents for years. Claire just asked me to help out tonight and I thought it sounded like fun, plus we're getting paid." Then she laughed. "Mom and Dad are here tonight. They hadn't seen my bare ass since I was a baby, and I'd never seen Dad's dick." Erin smiled broadly and went back to work.

Mala walked up, looking painfully beautiful and sexy as ever. "Harry, I want you to meet some people."

Mala walked me over to a younger couple. Both quite attractive, but, to my mind, painfully thin. Mala introduced the man, Marek, as the founder and owner of a new tech company that had been getting a lot of positive press attention lately.

His partner immediately chirped, "And I'm Gina. I spend the money he makes. Harry, I like the shape of your dick." Gina took me in her hand. Then she turned to Mala. "And your little strip there looks charming." Gina ran her finger up Mala's thin strip of public hair.

We made small talk with Marek and Gina for a few minutes, although Gina's primary topic of conversation was public regions, including comments on the pubes of guests halfway across the room. After a few minutes, Gina gave Marek a look and said, "Do you think it's time?"

Marek got a sly grin and said, "Yeah, it's time."

Gina nodded to us and said, "Maybe they can help."

Marek reached into a pocket in his vest and pulled out and unwrapped what looked like two suppositories. He handed one to me and said "Would you please put that in Gina's ass?" He handed the other one to Mala and asked her to put it in his ass.

Marek and Gina turned around. What could we do? Mala and I slipped the suppositories into their asses. When they turned back around, I gave Marek a questioning look.

"A new party drug," he explained. "I don't think it's illegal yet. It intensely stimulates the erogenous zones." He put his arm around Gina. "Now, we're going to find a closet or a dark corner and fuck."

Marek and Gina walked off. I looked at Mala for a moment, and then we both started laughing. Conveniently, Erin was appeared with water. I introduced her to Mala and Mala asked for a vodka tonic. As Erin walked off, even Mala had to comment "that girl has a beautiful ass."

We wandered around chatting with various guests. Eventually, we reunited with Sarah and Carla who were with Jessica and Keith. I was starting to think that it was about time to take our leave when Claire picked up her microphone again.

"Friends," Claire announced, "when you came in, you were each given a ticket with a number on it." She gestured towards a bowl full of slips of paper that Pam was holding. "I'm going to draw a number. There should be a man holding a blue ticket with that number and a woman holding a red ticket with that number." Claire reached into the bowl, rustled the paper around a bit, and drew out a slip. Into her microphone, she read "number 26."

Two of the servers moved a padded table into the room. Claire explained, "If the man and woman holding number 26 will come forward, what we'd like you to do is remove the rest of your clothing and make love to each other for our entertainment. No, don't make love. We' just want to watch you fuck."

I had largely forgotten the blue ticket Pam gave me when I came in. Now I pulled it out and looked at it. Oh shit! 26! My surprise grew when I noticed Carla walking towards Claire with a hand in the air.

"I have 26," Carla said.

I feared that this could be tricky. However, Mala leaned over to me, kissed my earlobe, and said, "Don't worry, just go for it."

I started to step forward with my ticket in hand. Carla could see from Claire's expression that the man with 26 was stepping forward. Carla turned, saw that her sex partner was me, and her face lit up. Although we had worked together, usually totally nude, for months; I had not had intercourse with Carla. I briefly thought "shit" again. "What if I disappoint her?"

We walked over to the table. I helped Carla take off her jewelry and her top. Then she removed my tie, waistcoat, and shirt. Completely nude, Carla looked exquisite. I took her in my arms and we kissed passionately. Carla reached down and began fondling my balls. I reached down and began fingering her.

I could feel Carla getting very wet and I was quite hard. She led me over to the table and she lay down on her back with her legs spread. I got on the table and slowly entered Carla. I also leaned down and whispered in her ear, "There are about 100 people watching us."

Carla smiled even more broadly. "I know. I love it. Don't you?" I just nodded.

Having not had intercourse with Carla before, I did not have a good sense for reading her reactions. I started pumping her hard until she had her legs very tightly around me and was gasping. Assuming I had her close, I wanted to keep her there for a while and settled into a steady rhythm. I leaned down and gently bit her erect left nipple.

Carla's gasps came faster then became moans. She let out a small yell which, I hope, meant that she had come. I kept going. Carla opened her eyes, looked at me, smiling, and said "you bastard." A few moments later she was shrieking.

I could feel that I was about to come. Carla apparently felt it too. Between shrieks, she gasped "pull . . . out . . . in . . . face." I got it, pulled out, and came all over her face, hair, and chest. After a second, Carla sat up, put her arms around me, and gave me a very long kiss.

We got up from the table to applause. I asked Carla, "Do you want to wipe off?"

She grinned and said, "no, I think I'll wear you home."

Erin came up with a glass of water for me and a glass of wine for Carla. Erin smiled at me and I noticed her green eyes. "You can do that for me some time," she said. Then she turned and I watched her gorgeous tight ass walk away.

Claire came over and shook our hands. Gesturing to my cum on Carla's face, Claire asked if she wanted to towel off. Carla shook her head. "No, I earned it and will wear it with pride."

Sarah came up with my clothes in one arm. She reached her other hand down and took a drop of cum from the head of my dick onto her finger. Then she licked her finger clean. Grinning evilly, Sarah said, "You better have more in you when we get home."

After our performance, there was really nothing more to do so we decided to go home. Carla and I walked out completely nude while Mala and Sarah still had their tops on. Just before we reached the door, Jessica walked up, slapped my ass sharply, and said "Good work."

We reached the car, but, before we got in, Sarah and Mala took their tops off. For kicks, we locked all of our clothes in the trunk and the four of us drove home completely nude. I assumed that Carla was staying the night with us. Thankfully, I was completely sober and we didn't get pulled.

It was relatively early when we got home, about 12:30 a.m., and still quite warm. So I turned on the lights by the pool and started the Jacuzzi. Sarah brought out a round of drinks including, finally, a dark rum and tonic for me.

After a few minutes sitting quietly in the bubbling water, I saw the three ladies share a look. Sarah, who was often the spokesperson, cleared her throat. "Harry, Mala, Carla, and I have been thinking. We'd like Carla to move in here on the same terms as Mala and me. You ok with that?"

I looked at three of the four most beautiful and intelligent ladies I have ever met (Amy having passed away). Part of my mind was waiting for me to wake up from the dream. After a few minutes of silence, Carla began looking worried. In a sharp tone, Sarah said "Harry!"

I looked each one the brilliant beauties in the eye. I very slowly said "yeah, I guess I'm ok with that." Then I grinned from ear to ear.

We all got out of the Jacuzzi, turned it off, and dried each other off. Then the four of us went to share our first night in the same bed.