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 ï>¿ONE AND DONE.  Or so I thought. by FunKelly

   ONE AND DONE.  Or so I thought.  Part 4

   I returned back to our deck in one piece physically, but not so much
psychologically.  Any and all of the euphoric stimulations I was
experiencing while on my naked romp, were now gone.  Worse yet, I had
forfeited every shred of my dignity and self-respect during the course of
my thirty second encounter, with Mike's daughter, Susan.  I felt mortified
and emotionally desolate.  Paul was pretty drunk by now and asked me if
Mike got home o.k.  I quickly replied, "Yes.  He's fine.  Susan's there",
as I walked into the house.  I took another big shot of the cognac,
noticing it was about an inch lower in the bottle than when I left to take
Mike home, which would explain my husband's drunken state.  It was a failed
attempt to drink away the utter humiliation of my experience with Susan.

   I looked at my yellow bikini, both the top and bottoms, that were on the
kitchen countertop, right where I had left them.  Another swig of cognac
and I started to stare at them defiantly.  "So-What!  Susan saw me naked!",
I thought to myself.  "Who cares!  It doesn't matter what she thinks!  I
wasn't doing anything wrong!  I was naked in the privacy of my own back
yard!  It just so happens that her seventy-year-old father, who happens to
be blind, was also there!  It's not like he saw me naked.  (Not to be
disrespectful) "In fact, it was his idea for me to stay naked while I
walked him home in the first place!", I continued thinking to myself.  "It
would be great fun taking part in your little naked excursion".  Isn't that
what Mike said to me?  Isn't it?" Why should I feel so ashamed?

   "Jen.  Are you coming?", Paul called out, from the jacuzzi.  "Be right
there, honey", I replied.  I filled a plastic tumbler full of wine, took
one last look at my empty bikini sitting on the countertop, then marched
right back out on our deck.  I paraded my naked ass around our deck for a
minute, all too happy to perform for my husband.  I then stepped up on the
picnic table, spread my legs shoulder width apart and put my hands on my
hips, as if I was some sort of "Naked Superhero".  I was sure it was the
alcohol fueling the moment, but I didn't care!  I didn't even care if some
nosy neighbors saw me.  Since I was standing on the picnic table, my bare
breasts would have been above the six-foot privacy fence that surrounded
our deck.

   "Paul!", I said, hoping to capture the attention of my inebriated
husband, but not loud enough to alert the neighbors.  Paul looked up at his
naked wife, standing on the picnic table, so I asked him, "Paul.  If I had
not only taken off my top in the Carribean but took off my bikini bottoms
as well, in front of all of those people, what would you have said?" He
splashed around in the water of the jacuzzi, and slurred his reply, "I
married my wife for all the right reasons", as he slid below the water. 
The sentiment of his desire for me was interrupted by the fact I thought he
might be drowning.  I jumped off the table and pulled my drunk husband out
of the water.  It was then that I saw eight empty beer cans he had stashed
in a cooler next to the jacuzzi.  I had the evidence but could not
prosecute after his touching reply to my question.

   I helped Paul into the house, up the stairs and into our bed, after
removing his wet speedo.  He was out in seconds.  I kissed him on the
cheek, feeling both sexy and loved.  As I was about to leave our bedroom to
head downstairs, I noticed my one-piece black bathing suit, sitting on top
of my dresser.  The same one I had rejected earlier in favor of my yellow
bikini.  Having been humiliated enough for a lifetime, from my impromptu
meeting with Susan, I put it on, knowing I wanted to relax in our jacuzzi
with my wine.  I headed downstairs, out onto the deck, retrieved my wine
and stepped into the jacuzzi.  It was now about 8:30 in the evening.

   I found myself bored and looking for more sexual stimulation as I sat in
the water, mentally re-evaluating my thoughts and behavior from the day. 
First, I watched Caroll's trailer of the "Level One" girl.  That video had
me completely mesmerized and was etched in my mind, yet I was at odds
between sexual fantasy and sexual reality.  Still, I masturbated while
watching it over and over again.  I had been emotionally crippled from the
memory of my unwillingness to remove my bikini top in the Caribbean during
our honeymoon, yet I had completely exposed my naked little body to a blind
man.  I walked that same old man home while in the nude and was rewarded by
the most condemning rebuke of my virtue, from his daughter Susan.  "Well,
Jen.  Why are you naked?", I believe she said, with her hands on her hips
and a look I had only received from my mother from time to time.

   As these thoughts ran through my mind, I realized there wasn't a sound
in the air.  It was completely silent, and I was in the privacy of our
backyard deck.  After I started feeling more secure in my isolation, my
mind started leaning towards my harmless fantasy of being topless at the
Carribean.  I got out of the jacuzzi, dried off enough so as not to leave
water on my kitchen floor, and filled my tumbler right up to the brim with
more wine.  As I stepped out on our deck, I started imagining I was at the
topless beach bar in the Carribean once again.  I pretended I was among two
dozen beach goers.  There were more men than women, but out of the eight
women that were present, only two of them were topless, even though all of
the other six were wearing bikinis.

   I knew it was Paul's response to my question about "What would you say
if I removed my bikini bottom too", that had me feeling so aroused and
wishing we were back in the Carribean.  I walked around my deck, pretending
the picnic table was the outdoor bar, fully equipped with both a male and
female bartender.  As we partied with our newfound friends, I imagined Paul
saying, so all could here, "Jen.  Why don't you go put on your bikini so
you can go topless too?" All eyes were now on me.  I calmly replied,
"Honey. It would take me over a half hour to go to our room, change and get
back.  Maybe tomorrow".  That's when one of the topless women said, "You
don't need to change.  Just take off your suit if you want to go topless".

   Standing there on my deck, I truly felt I was in "'The Moment".  Of
course, I declined the topless women's invitation, but those around me
seemed determined to have me remove my one-piece bathing suit in order to
go topless at the outdoor bar.  Drinking from my tumbler, I pretended to
turn down their suggestion, hoping the subject would be dropped, (not
really) but it wasn't.  Even the bar tenders were telling me it was fine if
I removed my bathing suit.  I had so tainted my attitude towards public
nudity in less than a day, I hungered for my imaginary friends from the
outdoor bar to convince me to remove my one-piece bathing suit and remain
among them completely naked.

   I playfully dismissed their invitations, knowing those around me were
determined to have me remove the one-piece suit.  After imagining the
hopeful look in my husband's eyes, I stood firm as a statue, and allowed
the two topless women to assure me it would be fine.  They pulled the
straps of my suit over my shoulders, then down below my tiny breasts,
exposing my erect nipples.  They continued to pull my bathing suit past my
waist and down to by thighs, revealing the well-trimmed jet-black pubic
hair of my pussy.  Seconds later, my suit was down at my ankles.  I stepped
out of the suit in my fantasy, then realized I had removed it myself, and
was once again completely naked on our deck.

   I continued to wistfully meander around our deck as if I was moving
amongst the many beachgoers who were mostly covered, other than the two
topless women, who I had imagined removed my bathing suit.  Being
completely naked among this group of strangers seemed almost real.  Just as
I was getting into character for my topless bar fantasy, I heard a voice
behind me.  "Hey Jen".  It was Susan.  I froze completely, moving only
enough to cover my tits and pussy with my hands.  "Jen", she continued, as
I remained facing in the other direction.  "I just wanted to apologize for
earlier.  I came over to check on Dad and found him holding hands with a
naked woman in his side yard.  As you can imagine, I was a bit taken back
by the moment."

   "You and Paul", she continued, "Are the best neighbors my dad could ever
have!" I was totally speechless when I heard the ominous sounds of her
footsteps, closing in on me from behind.  "Jen?  Are you listening to me?"
Susan asked", as she placed her hands on my bare shoulders, and gently
turned me around.  She looked down on my naked physic and said "Jen!", If
you want to be naked, then be naked!" There's no need to cover that
adorable little figure of yours", as she delicately placed my hands by my
side, exposing my naked form.  I was about to fall to pieces', when she
said, "What's this I hear about a bottle of cognac?", looking at me as if
we were just two friends hanging out.

   I instantly lit up with excitement, but attempted to be perceived as
nonchalant, as Susan followed my "Naked Ass" into the kitchen.  I poured us
each a glass of the French brandy, then She offered up a toast.  "To my dad
and his awesome neighbors!", she announced, as we drank down the sweet
nectar.  I emptied the remaining cognac into our glasses and that was soon
gone as well.  I started to feel more comfortable standing completely naked
in front of Sue.  Maybe it was because I was inside my own house or maybe
it was the gentle way, she got me to relax while being totally naked and
exposed.  Either way, I was enjoying my nudity, although feeling very
vulnerable.

   Susan is forty-two years old and has been divorced for about two years.
She has one son who is nineteen years old and will be starting his
sophomore year in college in the fall.  She is 5' 9" tall, weighs about 145
pounds, which she carries well.  If I had to guess, I would say her breasts
are a size "C", and she has long blonde hair.  She's a very beautiful
woman. Quite a contrast to my tiny 5' 4", 110-pound frame, size "A" breasts
and ultra-short jet-black hair.  I tell you this because only moments
later, after we realized I was also almost out of wine, she took my hand
and pulled me out on the deck and down to the cool wet grass.  She
tightened her grip on my hand and started heading towards Mike's house, as
she said, "Let's go get some more wine.  I have a couple bottles of
Zinfandel at Dad's.

   I complained, "Sue.  Let me put some clothes on", as she continued
pulling me across our back lawn.  "Jen", she replied.  "If you can walk my
dad home in the nude, you can take the trek again with me.  Like I said, if
you want to be naked, BE NAKED!" I felt like a naked little toddler being
pulled across the beach by my mother, as we walked into Mike's back yard. I
then asked her, "Will Mike still be up?" She simply replied, "Does it
matter?  It's not like he can see that tiny patch of pubic hair on your
pussy", as she chuckled and led me into the house through the back door and
right into Mike's kitchen.  It felt so surreal standing in Mike's kitchen,
totally naked.  I mean it seemed so absurd that I would be standing here
without a stitch of clothing, with only my tiny patch of pubic hair, as Sue
had put it, for cover.  I was torn between the unrelenting 'Physical
Arousal' and the emotions of 'Absolute Vulnerability' and 'Utter Shame'.

   It would only be a matter of seconds until I found out that 'Absolute
Vulnerability' and 'Utter Shame' would win out.  Sue was retrieving a
bottle of wine from the refrigerator when I heard a male voice coming from
an adjoining room as his footsteps got closer and closer, as he walked up
behind me.  I was standing against a cabinet with my hands resting on the
counter with my bare back, butt cheeks and legs on full display.  "Hi mom",
I heard Sue's son Kevin say, as he followed up with, "Hey Jen.  Jacuzzi
night?" Sue placed the wine on the counter, looked at me and mouthed the
words, "IF YOU WANT TO BE NAKED, BE NAKED", as she had told me two times
before, then turned her attention to Kevin.

   "Hi honey.  Didn't expect to see you here tonight".  Kevin walked up and
kissed her on the cheek, having maneuvered himself into a position where he
could now see my bare breasts and rock-hard nipples.  I was struggling to
keep from covering my tits with my hands, as that would have only made the
situation appear awkward, since I was naked in the first place.  I had to
play along with the scenario that I was in our jacuzzi when Jen and I
decided to come get a bottle of wine.  After all.  That's what kind of
happened anyway!  Sue started asking Kevin how his preparations for going
back to college were going, purposely leaving me standing there, naked and
mortified.

   Their discussion concerning Kevin's plans once he returned to school
seemed to go on forever, and I was starting to feel a bit ignored.  The
most horrid ideas kept popping into my mind.  Things like shouting out,
"Hello People!  I'm naked here!" Even some humiliating comment about my
tiny tits or the fact that if I was going to remove so much of my pubic
hair, I should've just shaved my entire pussy altogether, would have been
welcome.  ANYTHING!  When they finally ended their discussion, Sue turned
to me, and said, "I'm going to go up and check on Dad.  I'll be right
back", leaving me there totally naked with Kevin, who had made his way back
to the side of the kitchen that allowed him once again with an unobstructed
view of my bare back, butt cheeks and legs.

   It was all I could do to keep from leaning over on the countertop and
spreading my legs apart so he could see my pussy lips.  I settled for just
nonchalantly turning around and putting the palms of my hands on the
counter by my sides.  "So, are you excited to start another year at school,
Kevin?", I asked, giving him a full-frontal view of my naked body.  "I
guess", he replied, then looked at me and asked, "Is Mom going to use the
jacuzzi too, when you two head back over to your house?" I thought the
question was odd until he continued.  "Ever since the divorce, Mom doesn't
go out much.  I know she practically stays here in her old room, when I am
away at school.  She says she needs to help Grandpa, but I know it's
because she gets lonely.  I'd just like to see her start dating again or
get a hobby or something".

   Kevin's concern over his mother's emotional well-being, almost made me
forget I was naked.  That was until his next sentence.  "I love the way you
trimmed your pubic hair, Jen.  It's like a little brunette arrow that says,
"Enter Here!" My mouth fell wide open, as I could only respond with a
single word, "Kevin!" He smiled and continued, "You have an awesome little
body and great nips too!  You should come to one of our frat parties.  The
guys would eat you up!  Literally!  I mean your pussy that is".  I could
only give him a stern, disapproving expression, but the reality was that I
got exactly what I had wanted.  What I was craving for while he and Sue
talked about his schooling.  Total Humiliation!

   The embarrassment of the moment was starting to become overwhelming.  I
was determined not to cover up, figuring Kevin would only laugh at me,
which would only make things worse.  Just then, Sue entered the room, and
said, "Well Jen.  Are we ready?" I had turned back toward the cabinet by
this time, once again concealing my pussy from Kevin's view.  I was worried
she would see how red my face must have been.  I couldn't get out the back
door fast enough.  Halfway back to my deck, Sue asked, "Well?" "Well,
what?' I asked.  Did you show Kevin your pussy?" "No!  Of course not!", I
replied.  "Did you turn away from the cabinet, even for just a moment?",
she asked.  "Well, maybe for just a second", I said.  Immediately, she
interrupted, and said with confidence, "You showed him your pussy".

   I was silent, as Sue continued, "I knew Kevin had seen your sweet little
ass, along with those shapely legs, Jen.  I was there.  Let us not forget
he had quite a bit of time to study those fantastic nipples of yours.  I
swear you could hang your keys up on those things", she announced, as my
semi-private debasement continued.  "I just wasn't sure if you showed him
your pussy, but now I know you did", she said, as if my bodily attributes
were accessories on a home appliance or a new car purchase.  I just kept
walking to the relative safety of my deck and jacuzzi, without saying a
word.