“Did you read this?” I asked as I sat reading the newspaper.
“Read what?” You questioned.
“This!” As I held up the paper, pointing to the headlines, “National Nude Day 2004.”
“No, what’s it about?” you asked me.
“They want everyone to go nude, next Friday; at work; shopping; catching a train; just about anywhere you go.” I said rather brashly.
“Hmm; it doesn’t sound too bad.” You said over your cereal, “Sounds fun.”
“Don’t even think about it.” I said, “Besides we have lunch with my brother and his wife on Friday.”
“Okay.” You replied, but I could see your mind working overtime as you were thinking.
Friday came around quickly, what with everyone at work and on the streets talking about “National Nude day 2004”; it sounded like it was going to be a day of sex and debauchery.
So, here it was Friday and I was dressed in my work suit, ready to go to work.
“Not going to go naked, are you?” You asked mischievously, as you adjusted my tie.
“No.” I stated, “I don’t believe in it.”
“That’s not what you were like last night.” You seductively said with a twinkle in your eyes.
“Well, that was last night. Anyway I have to go, so I will meet you at the restaurant, at noon.” I said, as I turned to go.
“Okay.” You said, as you gave me a kiss on the cheek, “See you then.”
I left the house to work to the bus stop, when I heard, “Good Morning.”
I turned around to say it back, when I stumbled over the words, “Good Morn….ing.”
I wasn’t sure if I was seeing things. Here he was out in the garden, pruning his roses with no clothes on. I think I started to blush and avert my eyes. I did not want to see his donger, hanging there.
“Great day, for it.” He said, as he bent down to prune the roses again.
“Yes, it is. I have to run to catch my bus.” I said, as I smiled at him.
“Okay, see you for the BBQ on Sunday then.” He intoned.
“Okay, bye.” I muttered as I turned to get to the bus stop. I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or not, after seeing him there; but it did bring a smile to my lips.
I reached the bus stop and found that some people were dressed fully, others were semi dressed in stockings & belts, while others were fully stark naked; not only men, but women as well. Some nice looking but others were what you would call “Paper bag jobs”, if you get the meaning.
I could feel, my cock arousing slightly, as I looked at the good ones. I didn’t want to stare that much, just in case I was caught looking.
As we boarded the bus, I found a seat next to a gorgeous blonde, who was wearing a teddy and high heals.
“Hi.” I stammered as I glanced at her chest and legs. Sitting down next to her was an experience, I could enjoy. I kept my case on my lap, to hide my growing erection.
“Hi, yourself.” She answered, as she flashed me a radiant smile.
“Oh god.” I thought, as I felt my cock swell, even further.
As the bus started off, I knew that it was going to be a long 45-minute ride. Hopefully I could hide my erection for that long.
I noticed that as the bus went over bumps. In the roads surface, that your hand would stray to your lap and gently stroke the top of your legs; slowly down one and then up the other.
I was getting harder, by the minute.