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Annual Nude Day Fair


For months, the town has been a bustle of activity in preparation for the fair. Many towns and organizations host fairs to raise money. The Annual Nude Day fair in Devon's town was a bit different than an ordinary fair. This clothing-optional fair is the major fundraiser for the year.

Devon's employer, the local hospital, asked if she would assist at their booth. Devon was proud to be able to help. The proceeds were going to help fund the new clinic. She was invited to participate in the planning committee meeting.

At the meeting, the board of directors and several hospital employees gathered in a conference room. As everyone took a seat around the table, Devon noticed an attractive man about her age. He sat across from Devon. She tried not to stare at him too much. Devon and her friend, Cecile, sat anxiously awaiting the ideas for the Nude Day fair booth.

"Welcome all, and I appreciate your interest in helping the hospital. We're going to get started here by brainstorming some ideas for our booth. Then, I'll open it up for discussion," Mr. Thompson said as he stood and walked to the dry erase board at the front of the room.

Mr. Thompson was a sophisticated, older gentleman dressed in a suit as were the other board members. The room was hushed as he selected a marker and removed the cap. He stood before the attendees awaiting their suggestions.

"Anyone? Don't hesitate to give suggestions. Remember, we are all here to help the hospital," he asked.

"Well, do we want a food booth or more of a novelty attraction?" a young man sitting across from Devon asked.

"Well, I think I would prefer a novelty booth. I'm sure there will be many of the usual food booths there already. But, that's just my opinion," Mr. Thompson replied.

"Yes, I agree," said Mr. Lore, another member of the board.

"Besides with food, you have so much clean up involved. Not to mention renting the equipment," Mrs. Kelly, an R.N. from the pediatrics unit, added.

"Of course, mixing the two elements could be fun," the young man said.

"Hmmm... you might be onto something here. Food and fun combined. What did you have in mind, Brandon?" Mr. Thompson addressed the young man.

"Well, I'm almost embarrassed to admit that my friend and I were watching 'Revenge of the Nerds' the other night. Remember the part when the nerds sold plates of whipped cream? The plates had a picture of a woman on it," Brandon continued. "Well, what if we would do something like that? I mean, we could even take it one step further and offer whipped cream directly on a woman. We have many attractive female volunteers here," Brandon suggested.

"Well, let's hear from some of the woman about this topic. Do you ladies think this is a good idea?" Mr. Lore asked.

Devon blushed at the thought of being someone's plate, but she was too shy to be the first to speak.

"I think it's a great idea! Sounds like fun," Cecile said.

"Does that mean you'll volunteer to participate?" Mr. Thompson asked.

"Sure, Devon and I will do it," Cecile offered.

"Cecile!" Devon exclaimed as she grabbed Cecile's arm.

"It'll be fun, Devon. You'll see. If you feel uncomfortable, you can just be the one to apply the whipped cream," Cecile suggested.

"Well, okay then," Devon said.

"That sounds great. Are there any other ideas we should consider?" Mr. Thompson asked.

"No, I think this will be great for the hospital," one board member said.

"I agree," said Mr. Lore.

"Great. It looks like we have our idea and it shouldn't take much work to put together," said Mr. Thompson.

"Everyone, look for the memo about the details that should arrive in your mailboxes this week. Anyone who wants to volunteer to work the booth, please sign this tablet on your way out," Mr. Thompson said, gesturing to a tablet and pen on the table.

Some people left the room. Some of the volunteers gathered around the tablet. Brandon was one of the ones signing the tablet. Devon grabbed Cecile as she started to move towards the tablet.

"I can't believe you did that!" Devon scolded Cecile.

"Oh, come on. It will be fun and helpful. Besides, you're certainly cute enough. What are you so worried about? Weren't you going to go to the fair naked anyway?" Cecile justified her actions.

"Well, yeah, but not as dessert!" Devon retorted.

Cecile giggled. "Well, this way you'll have fun for sure. Think about it. Men eating whipped cream off you all day long. I guarantee, by the end of the day, the whipped cream won't be the only thing wet!" Cecile said giggling.

"Oh, ha! Ha!" Devon said, poking her friend. Devon smiled as she started thinking about men eating whipped cream off her body.

"Cecile, who was that guy, Brandon?"

"Oh, he's a new P.A. in the emergency room," Cecile answered.

"Oh, okay," Devon said as she began to think about how she could arrange subtle trips from her unit to the emergency room.

Devon and Cecile signed the tablet and left the room. A few days later, everyone received a memo about the booth. It mentioned that Devon and Cecile had volunteered to act as plates. Devon was so embarrassed, but she knew everyone would have found out soon anyway. The fair was only two weeks away.

Devon sat in the cafeteria on her break eating a tossed salad and reading the newspaper.

"Trying to stay slim for the big day?" she heard a familiar, male voice ask. She lowered the newspaper as saw that Brandon had joined her.

"Oh, hi," Devon said, folding the paper and setting it on the table.

"Don't worry about the fair. I'm sure you have absolutely nothing to worry about," Brandon assured her.

"Oh, I'm not worried," she lied.

His blue eyes were locked on hers. She nervously played with the corner of the newspaper. She took in his casual smile and strong jaw line. She tried to memorize his face for private use of the image later. The thought of it made her smile.

"What?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing. You guys busy over in the E.R.?" she said, attempting to change the subject.

"No more than usual. What was that smile about? What's on your mind? By the look of that smile, I bet I could guess."

"Well, if you think you know, then I don't have to tell you."

"Okay, let me guess. I think you find me attractive. I definitely feel some chemistry happening. But, that smile... you were thinking about sex, weren't you?"

"Not exactly," she said, blushing.

"Hmmm...okay, if you say so. What do you like to do on your days off?"

"Well, since work tends to be stressful, I like to do things to relax. I like to read and watch movies. I'm sure you can relate."

"Not really. I try to make things fun around here as much as I can," Brandon said.

Devon nodded as she remembered that he was new at the hospital. She thought that after time, he would give up on trying to keep things light and fun at work like she had years ago. They continued with their discussion until Devon was forced to return to work.

Later that day, Mr. Thompson stopped Devon and Cecile leaving the hospital after their shift.

"Oh, ladies, I just spoke with the commissioner. He said that our booth idea is approved as long as the whipped cream stays above the waist," Mr. Thompson informed them.

"Good," Devon said, secretly disappointed.

Cecile playfully pouted. "Oh, okay," she whined, then giggled.

Mr. Thompson laughed. "Well, I'll see you at the site of the booth at 8:30 am on Nude Day."

He walked away from them. They exited the hospital and walked to their cars.

"So, what are you doing tonight?" Cecile asked her.

"Dinner for one as usual. There's a movie on TV tonight that I've been waiting to watch," Devon replied.

"Girl, you gotta get a life!" Cecile teased.

Although Cecile's comment was in jest, it cut Devon like a knife. Devon slid into her car and buckled her seatbelt. Thoughts of Jake, her ex-fiance, flooded her consciousness. By the time she reached her apartment, the one she and Jake used to share, tears were streaming down her face.

She slammed her car door and let herself into her apartment. Still thinking about Jake, she selected a TV dinner from the freezer and popped it into the microwave. Jake was the man to whom she had given her heart. Now, if she could only figure out how to get it back. The division of their material possessions had been easily resolved after their break up. However, her heart and self-esteem had remained missing.

"Never again," she told herself aloud.

The next couple of weeks passed much too quickly for Devon. When she thought about her job at the fair, she was both excited and incredibly nervous. The night before the fair, Devon paid particular attention to shaving and trimming.

Still wet after her shower, she walked to her bedroom where she retrieved a clean towel and started to dry herself. As she did, her finger brushed against her long-neglected clit. Instantly, she thought about Brandon. With his face etched in her mind, she laid naked on her bed. She parted her legs wide. She rubbed her breasts before sliding one hand down to her slit. Gently teasing herself, she caressed and tugged on her nipples while tracing the pink folds of her pussy with her fingertip. She pictured Brandon sucking on her nipples.

"Oh, Brandon," she whispered as her finger landed on her clit. She imagined him teasing her clit with his tongue. "Augh-oooh," she mewed as she increased the pressure on her clit in unison with Brandon's tongue.

"Oh, my. Yes!" she moaned as she drew close to ecstasy. She rubbed herself faster now, imagining Brandon's cock pounding into her wet slit.

"Oooh! Ah-huh. Yes!" she encouraged her imaginary lover.

She whimpered and clutched her bedspread as she writhed and shook. She could feel her warm wetness drip onto the inside of her thigh as she lay there. Catching her breath, she allowed herself to just lie still and continue fantasizing about Brandon. She wondered what he looked like naked. "Maybe tomorrow, I'll find out," she reminded herself.

She had slept better that night than she had in months. Her alarm jerked her awake. She had Brandon on her mind. Since his image was her first thought of the day, she wondered if she had dreamt about him. She shrugged it off and got ready to go to the fairgrounds.

Wearing only a trench coat and stilettos, she emerged from her car and walked toward the hospital's booth. A large sign near the entrance advertised tonight's mud wrestling event. She passed several booths. Two, middle-aged women dressed in only full aprons worked to prepare a funnel cake stand. A kissing booth stood next to it.

In the kissing booth, there was a slender, naked brunette and a nude black man. She glanced away, but then did a double take when she realized that the man was her mailman. She blushed when she remembered the afternoon she had masturbated thinking about him after accepting his delivery of a package. She nonchalantly gazed at his package now. "I wasn't too far off," she thought.

A snow cone stand was next to the hospital's stand. Cecile was already there and completely nude. She spread two, blue blankets on the grass before greeting Devon.

"Hi! You ready for this?" she asked Devon. Not waiting for an answer, she continued, "I put down two blankets for us. I was going to use tarps, but I thought that would be uncomfortable."

Devon nodded. Mr. Thompson was hanging a sign with the hospital logo on it. The sign also gave the price for the whipped cream treat.

"Ten dollars? Ten dollars for whipped cream? Do you think people will pay that much?" Devon asked Cecile.

"Take off your coat," Cecile ordered.

Devon removed her coat and laid it on a chair. Wearing only black stilettos, she stood in front of Cecile.

"Oh, yeah. They'll pay that much AND come back for seconds," she teased.

"Okay, girls," Mr. Thompson said as he approached them. "I see people entering the fair now. Why don't you girls get comfortable on the blankets where everyone can see you?"

Devon and Cecile reclined on the blankets. Cecile's long, brown hair covered part of her breasts.

"Your hair might get sticky and gross if you don't push it back," Devon told her.

"Thanks," Cecile said as she brushed her hair back.

"Don't you feel a little strange that our boss is going to be putting whipped cream on us soon?" Devon asked her.

"Oh, he's not. Brandon will be here soon," Cecile explained.

Devon looked away to hide her embarrassment at the reminder of her self-pleasuring last night. The small talk between Cecile and herself soon put her at ease. A few people gathered around the front of the booth, but no one seemed to want to be the first customer.

"Sorry, I'm late," Brandon said as he entered their booth area.

Devon shielded her eyes from the morning sun and looked at him only to catch him staring at her. He quickly turned away from her. All she could see was his nice, round butt.

"Mmmm..," she absent-mindedly moaned.

Cecile laughed. "What?"

"Oh, nothing," Devon giggled.

"It's all for a good cause, folks," she heard Brandon tell the group of potential customers.

Within minutes, Brandon had an organized line of customers with money in hand. He led the first two customers to the reclined women. He sprayed dabs of whipped cream on each nipple.

"How's that?" he asked the customers, but they were already kneeling beside the girls.

The customers tentatively licked the whipped cream off their nipples. People began to gather around the booth. Brandon led the next pair of customers to the girls. One customer was young and nude. A group of his friends cheered him on as he kneeled next to Devon. Instead of merely licking the whipped cream off her nipples, he nibbled on them and rubbed his face in her cleavage as well, much to the delight of his friends.

"Okay, that's enough," Brandon said as he firmly put his hand on the young customer's shoulder.

The customer received a cheering reception from his group of friends. Several of his friends joined the line. Brandon led two more customers to Devon and Cecile. A petite, tanned, nude woman was among them. The woman kneeled next to Cecile. The college-aged group of friends hooted as the woman licked and nibbled Cecile's nipples. As she rose to leave Cecile's side, she ran a finger along the side of Cecile's face. Cecile turned and took her finger into her mouth and briefly sucked on it.

"Do you know her?" Devon asked Cecile after the woman left.

Cecile smiled at Devon. "Yes, she's from my experimental phase," she giggled.

Devon rolled her eyes jokingly. Brandon led two more male customers to Devon and Cecile. They were both nude. Devon recognized one of the gentlemen as a friend of her father's. "Oh, Lord, not me. Don't pick me," she thought.

As he kneeled next to her, Devon kept her face turned away to try to conceal her identity. Brandon applied the whipped cream. Devon's father's friend gnawed, nibbled, and sucked her nipples feverishly. He reached out to touch her breasts. "At least he must not recognize me," she thought.

"No touching!" Brandon scolded the customer.

"Mmmm.. just as tasty as I always imagined, Devon," he said when he stood to leave.

Devon felt the heat of embarrassment spread over her face.

"How am I going to do this all day?" she asked Cecile.

"Devon, enjoy it. Just picture someone you want to be with," Cecile said.

When the next customer kneeled next to her, her eyes remained fixed on Brandon. As she felt the customer's mouth tug and tease her nipple, she imagined it was Brandon. She let out a soft moan.

"Yeah, I bet it feels good, sweetheart. I could eat you up," the customer responded.

Brandon escorted that batch of customers away from Devon and Cecile. Devon watched Brandon's masculine body. He was not extremely muscular, but that was good. Devon never liked muscle-bound men. He was, however, in excellent shape. "Fitness must be important to him," she thought.

When are you going to lick whipped cream off Devon's nipples," Cecile asked him.

"When I do lick whipped cream off her body, I want it to be because she wants me to, not because I'm paying for it," he said with a wink.

Devon continued using imagery. She continued to picture Brandon sucking on her breasts. As the day progressed, Devon noticed that the snow cone booth was extremely busy. It seems that the snow cone booth became popular once people discovered it was much more pleasurable to eat the sugary-syrup ice off their significant other than the flimsy, paper cup. Devon watched one woman hold the cup with her cleavage while her lover ate the syrupy treat and sucked her nipples. Devon pointed it out to Cecile.

"Wow. Looks like everyone is having fun," Cecile said.

Late in the afternoon, the girls took a break. After Brandon put up a sign saying they will be open in half an hour, the girls sat with him.

"I think I may need to eat some whipped cream off you, Brandon," Cecile joked. "Don't you agree, Devon?"

"I like his idea of waiting and doing it by choice," Devon said boldly.

Brandon took her hand and held it tightly.

"We'll keep the stand open for another hour or two after we reopen. I'd love to take you to dinner tonight. That is, after you shower," he grinned.

"I'd like that," she said as she squeezed his hand.

As Devon allowed customers to sample whipped cream from her breasts, she wondered if she and Brandon will really lick whipped cream off each other's bodies someday. Her daydreams and fantasies of Brandon were fueled by watching his athletic, nude form that day. Only time will tell if she can open her heart again. At least, she was willing to try.

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