5/6/00 3:49 PM
I am transcribing this mornings’ writings.
It is 11 a.m. I have been naked all day. So many windows to look through, both physically and in the mind.
I have been near silent the whole time I have been in this house. I find it so strangely familiar here. It fits; it all fits in the mysterious cosmic way I have yet to discover.
*I am a person who visits ‘his house when he is on trips. And here I find myself on a trip or two indeedy. The house, thought 1, I love his style.
It makes me think of what I want for myself. There is fantasy and reality to indulge in here.
Reality is the space and freedom. Space for all things special and ordinary. I miss space and order. He has all the thought provoking areas of interest of a real home. The colors are rich, deep blue, burgundy, and browns, all used in an artful mix of styles. Oddly pondering here because I would choose many of the same pieces myself. Every room has space for dancing, which I have done naked a few times here now.
Everyone else is watching big screen movies. I am in the other living room on a big brown leather couch; still naked, touching all of ‘his things with my body.
I awoke this morning to the sound of the modem. I swear it is the perfect alarm clock for me! You know I get excited every time I here the perfect connection.
My dreams were vivid awake and asleep because ‘he is on a trip and I am sleeping naked in the master bedroom. There is the possibility he could have come home at anytime. I had spent 6 hours already that night naked in his home without his knowledge. Everyone is used to me being naked when we come stay here. I don’t want to put clothes on here, in this house.
It is not the people around seeing me naked in the yard sunbathing, or running around the big house with big windows which have no coverings btw.
It is the space and atmosphere that draws out my facets. This space sparks my exhibitionist in a feisty way. * All the ***** massages for me to relax and enjoy, just being papered to highs. *
The white leather couch and a 60-inch screen for movies- others are sitting in the chairs and on the floor.
One joins me on the sofa. Everyone is watching a movie, so am I when my eyes are open. I am on the couch on my stomach, with a pillow under my hips and my head. My legs spread wide, there I am being touched inside and out constantly. I moan, open my eyes and see the many eyes on me and the ’s. I close my eyes and smile and say “watch the movie you guys geez”, giggle, wiggle and moan again. The surround sound covers some of my whimpers.
As soon as the movie was over I walked to the master bedroom and turned on the light. HIS clothes, files, and suitcases were still on the bed. WoW he really could come home. I wanted that bed!
-We- cleared the bed and I jumped in the middle and put ‘his pillow under my ***. I don’t know ‘him, but I love his style and I wanted to *** on his bed and pillows. The fact that I come here and stay naked all over his things excites me, and he has no idea. And yes, I came all over the master bed, we ****** madly! I know the others heard my bells and chains clinking at a feverish pace. I listened to the sounds ‘his bed made. I fully enjoyed his headboard, grabbing his oak poles, feeling each one up and down, as I was getting closer to coming. Ahhh my hand finds a broken bar, I think how it must have been broken by ‘him doing what I was at that moment. That moment I came.
My mind was so in this “space”, that after we were spent I jumped up and ran to the pool. Everyone else was still wake and followed me outside. Skinny-dipping after hours of pleasure is the best recovery! Wooo Hooo!
I was the only one naked – still, I didn’t mind and neither did anyone else. They were announcing to me when the pool jets came on, giggles, they wanted me sitting on them. A wind picked up and I went inside, everyone followed me in.
We all watched Eyes Wide Shut, and then everyone went to his or her separate rooms.
I took ‘his room, I love the big space, the many doors and windows all left open, so nice and free. I stood beside ‘his bed and slowly dropped my chains and bells beside his slippers on the floor. I sprawled about on his sheet and fell into a light sleep.
I was dreaming that there was a camera taking pictures of me, while I was replaying in my dream the real conversation I had with ‘him the night before. He was asleep on the phone, I called and he never fully woke up to give my message to his roommate. I listened to him breath, and I spoke quietly to him, softly and sweetly, he spoke back a few times and then I hung up. But in the dream I was having it was *******, and I was talking in my sleep, in ‘his bed. What a twist of cosmic ways. With all the dreams: of the snap shots and the discovery of me in his bed, ****, alone and moaning **** me. In my dream I was saying it, and I know the other people in the other rooms could hear me speaking my mind in my sleep. The rooms are close by indeed.
Awoke by the modem with 5 hours of sleep, I was stiff bodied, yet excited to wake up in ‘his bed. It was 8:30 a.m. I rolled over and moaned loud enough to draw attention to myself, knowing it would work .
I kept my eyes closed and softly said how sore my ribs and back were. The hands of the night before returned to rub my body once again. After a few minutes of morning massage, I smiled, giggled and rolled off the bed and darted to the pool.
Naked morning sunshine, I love it, jump in the pool and by the time I got fully wet the coffee came to me. Everyone was eating breakfast poolside while I skinny-dipped my body into a limber state. After breakfast everyone jumped in the pool with me, but I was the only one naked. We all swam for 30 minutes or so. I spotted the lounge chair and decided to sunbathe Seconds after my body reclined, the hands and oil came to pamper me once again. I was spread out in full view of all in the pool, getting slicked up al over, with oil and such. It felt great inside and out, I didn’t care that everyone was watching me get my ***** satisfied. I was vividly aware of where I was, out in the open space and the freedom of space, as I thought my *** rose in the air and my body twitched repeatedly. I heard the voices in the pool, and felt the sun on me as I came hard, right there in front of everyone. Hell, I needed help getting up off that chair, and an oiled hand took mine, and led me to the master bedroom.
The master’s bed now has oil on the sheets and the headboard, and the wall. I left myself all over his things. He will know some of my essence whether he knows it or not, I will. Here I sit naked in his den loving every naked minute of it.
I am back from being oil girl. Being bent over people spreading glistening oil on nakedness, my *** got a lil bit to much sun! I go to the master bedroom again, everyone is still poolside. I try on things, because they are left out on the bed. You know how I always ask what a mans' favorite pair of pants are? Well there was 501’s in my size, I couldn’t resist sliding him on me, loving how they fit my ***. I went back outside and paraded around showing how good ‘his pants fit me. “Do you have underwear on?” I was asked, I laughed and said no. I got an odd look from the people. I danced off to the bedroom and put them back, knowing how he fit was enough.
Right now I am sitting outside writing and a camera is pointed right at my *****. So I shall stand up for a few shots. I got up and stood on the table and spread for some close ups, ****, ok enough sun, my **** are red.
After delivering a few drinks poolside, I return to ‘his bed, laying on my belly, thinking, pen in hand.
I hear the shower turn off and I close my legs, I feel the wet drops hit my back, as he sits on my legs. He is holding them together with his weight. I feel the oil hit my back, sliding down the crack of my ***.
The lower back massage becomes two bodies sliding against each other. At first his hands slide between my tightly pressed thighs. My hips grabbed and lightly lifted, raising my *** in the air, yet tightly holding my legs together.
A breath on my neck touched me at the same time he entered my ***** once again. My pen never left my hand. I was focused.
I go for a smoke and jump back into the pool, knowing its time for me to leave soon. As I enter the main room, in just *******, I pick up my lotion and start putting it on my arms. Hands from behind gently take the lotion and begin putting it on my sunburned back. I defiantly feel the fact that I have ******* on as the hands reach my lower back and slowly pull them off……
This was my first husbands last attempt to keep me as his wife by taking me on a weekend to his friends house with a pool.
The story is very telling that my mind is truly not on present, but on what is not there. By saying this I almost ruin the erotica of it..but the psychology of the the story is rich too..
I wrote that day and the next paragraph by paragraph, each hour or so.
Who else was present is everyone who always saw me naked and saw it as no big deal. I was a nudist, they knew it. Its all very true...
