Becoming a Nudist

"What makes you think that my place needs cleaning?" I asked.

"You're a bachelor, right?"

"Yup."

She laughed and said, "All bachelor flats are dirty."

I laughed too, and then said, "But I think you already paid me last night."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what happened after I moved your hub," I said.

"I still don't know what you mean."

I was perplexed. "You know, afterward. In your bedroom."

There was silence on the other end of the phone. Finally she said, "You weren't in my bedroom last night, except long enough to ensure that the wireless still reached there. Now, I have offered you the services of my maid for a day. If you want her to do some cleaning for you, let her. Otherwise, send her back to my place," and she hung up the phone.

Well, frankly, my place probably could use some cleaning, and I wasn't going to let this offer go to waste, so I told Eva to go ahead and do whatever she thought needed doing. She looked around, sighed, and said, "It is going to be a long day. Where can I change and then I start?" I showed her to the guest room, and went to the kitchen to make coffee. Eva came in shortly after, totally naked.

"You don't have to be naked if you don't want to, Eva," I told her.

"You don't like Eva naked? You want I put back on clothes?"

"No Eva," I said, "You look great naked. All I'm saying is that if you would prefer to not be naked, it's okay. I'm not as committed to nudism as Barb is."

"I like being naked," Eva replied, and started off cleaning the kitchen. I watched her for a few minutes, then felt guilty doing that, so I left her to work and I went to take a shower. When I got out, there was a clean towel on the toilet seat. I knew that Eva must have put them there, but I never heard her enter or leave. I dried off, shaved, and then wrapped the towel around my waste. I found Eva on her knees, cleaning the oven.

"Thanks for the towel," I said.

"You are welcome, Mr. Mark."

"Just Mark is fine," I told her.

"Okay, Mr. Mark." She had a smile on her face. "You not stay naked today?"

I thought what the hell, removed the towel and laid it across the back of one of the table chairs. I went over and got a cup of coffee.

"Mr. Mark, you want espresso?"

I had almost forgotten that I had an espresso machine. "Sure," I said, and started to get the machine from the cabinet.

"You go. I bring when ready." With that, I headed toward my home office. I heard Eva behind me, saying, "Don't forget to put a towel on your seat bottom." It was only then that I realized that indeed, all the chairs in Barb's house had towels on them, and it dawned on me (eventually) why. I grabbed a towel from my bathroom and headed off to get some work done. My espresso cup was refilled regularly, and I had a very pleasant day working at home.

At about 4:00 I told Eva that it was probably time for her to go, but she said she wasn't finished yet. I tried to persuade her that she had already done enough, but she insisted.

"Can I at least fix you something to eat?" I asked.

"You hungry, Mr. Mark?"

"Well, yes, but let me cook for you."

The reply was firm. "You just sit down and I make dinner." I went into the family room, and Eva brought me a beer and a towel. I knew what to do with each. Before long, Eva brought me dinner.

"You eating?" I asked.

"I eat in kitchen."

Now it was my turn to be firm. "Here, take this. You sit at the table. I will get another plate and join you." She complied, and I got her a beer and then fixed my plate. After sitting down I couldn't help but think that this was the 3rd time that I had sat naked across the dinner table from a naked girl. Each attractive, each different. Yup, I was hooked on this whole nude thing, provided everyone I sat across from was as good looking as the first three had been.

We chatted a bit over dinner, but it was obvious that Eva was having trouble with her English, and my Spanish was non-existent. After dinner, Eva cleaned the dishes, then said she was finished. She picked up her bag and started getting dressed. I asked her how she was getting home, and she said she would take the bus. I told her that I would drive her home, and went to put on some clothes. I followed the driveway around to the back of Barb's house, and stopped in front of the detached garage, where Eva had her apartment. Before she got out of the car, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and told me she had enjoyed spending the day with me. As she closed the door, she said, "I like you nude. Very nice," and she walked to her apartment. I turned the car around and headed home, filled with thoughts of Eva, Barb and Doris.

Chapter 6

Several uneventful days passed. I was busy with my other clients for a good part of the daytime hours, but when I was home, I was naked. I loved the feeling more each day. I just hoped that Doris agreed when she got back.

The night before she was scheduled to get back, there was a knock on my door just after 7:00. I checked the peep-hole and saw Jane and Jillian outside. I was tempted to not answer it, but they had to know I was home, so I grabbed the robe that I had started leaving by the door, and answered it.

"Can we come in?" one asked.

"Why?"

"We just want to visit," said the other.

"I don't think so."

They both put on fake pouts and both said, "Please?"

I stepped back and let them in.

"Why are you in a bathrobe?" Jane asked (or was that Jillian).

"I was headed to the shower."

"Want us to scrub your back?" asked the other.

"No, thank you."

We chatted for a few minutes, and it was quickly obvious that we were from two different planets. One of them looked at my CD rack, and said she didn't know any of the artists.

"Not even the Beatles?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah. Grandma listens to them." She giggled and winked at me.

Finally I asked them why they had stopped by, and they said again that they just wanted to visit. I saw no reason for them wanting to visit, but didn't say anything. Jane asked for something to drink, so I went to the kitchen and got a glass of water. When I got back they were next to each other on the couch, kissing. Jillian had a hand up Jane's shirt, and Jane was stroking Jillian's thigh.

"What are you two doing?" I asked sternly.

"Having fun. Want to join us?"

"No," I replied, "and I wish you would stop that."

Jane said, "I don't think so," and pointed to my robe, which was tenting over my erection and was about to part to let my dick completely out. That did not make me forget what Barb had said about these two, so I asked them to leave. Again I got the fake pout, but I held my ground and they eventually left.

It's not every day you get to see two girls making out, and while I oppose such action on moral grounds, I have to admit that it was still pretty hot. I took off my robe and sat in my chair lazily stroking my cock.

Finally I gave into the vision that was still in my mind, and started stroking in earnest. I wasn't long before I was reaching for the Kleenex box and blowing a load into a wad of tissues. As I had to drive to the airport to pick up Doris and her cousin the next morning, I decided to turn in, and fell to sleep with visions of the twins doing what they were doing, then doing what it looked like they were going to do before I stopped them.

Chapter 7

I woke up the next morning to a text on my phone that said, "Cuzns bf picking up. Thx anyway. D."

"Well, that's cold," I thought to myself, and couldn't help but think that something happened on the cruise. I tried to call, but her cell phone must be off already for the flight, so I just texted back, "k. everything ok? Call me." I knew it would be a couple of hours before she even got it, but hoped that she would call me when she turned her phone on again.

I milled around the house, not really doing anything. Frankly, I was anxious to see Doris after a week, though I was feeling a little guilty about my evening with Barb. I could justify it by saying that Doris and I weren't exclusive yet, but that was just a technicality. I kept watching the clock. I knew her flight was schedule to touch down at 1:00, and it seemed like an eternity before 1:00 rolled around. Time dragged even more as I knew that she must have received the message already, and about 2:00 I finally called her. Her phone rang once, then went to voice-mail. I left a message telling her I missed her and that she should call when she could. An hour later she still hadn't called. Two hours later she hadn't called. I tried her cell again, and again one ring and directly to voice-mail.

This was trying my patience, so when I knew that it had been long enough for her to get home, I tried her land line. The phone rang and rang, but was never answered. Finally in desperation I tried texting her. "Everything ok? Flight on time? Pls call." All I got back was "everything fine. I'm home." If she was home, she has been ignoring my phone calls. I couldn't help but wonder what had set Doris off again, but I decided to let her cool down and that I would call her the next day.

Sunday wasn't much better. Doris wouldn't answer her house phone or her cell. Finally around 4 I went to her house, but if she was home she didn't answer the door. So, a little heart-broken and a little pissed, I went home.

On Monday I got a call from another of my clients, and spent most of the day installing a new drive and restoring the data from a backup. I did get a chance to call JWTA to try to talk to Doris, but every time I called Sherri, the office manager, answered the phone. Finally I had an inspiration. I called JWTA from one of my client's phones. Sure enough, Doris answered.

"You've been avoiding me," I said when she answered.

"Yes, I have. Now, how may I direct your call?"

"I called to talk with you," I said.

"I'm sorry, I can't take personal calls during business hours," she replied, and hung up on me.

I tried calling her that evening again, but she still refused to answer the phone. I had no idea of what I had done. Sure, she might have been pissed at me if she knew about my tryst with Barb, but there was no way she could have known. I decided the next day to just go to JWTA and see if we couldn't work this out, whatever it was.

It was after 10:00 by the time I got ready and headed to JWTA. Fortunately, the curtains were not drawn, so I could go inside. Doris was behind the receptionist's desk, just as always. I said hello, and got a very short "hi" back. I tried to engage her in small talk, but she just ignored me. Finally, I cut to the chase. "What's wrong?" I asked. "For the life of me, I can't think of anything I did, and if it was something from your vacation, I don't know why you are taking it out on me."

"Do you have business here?" Doris asked, but continued, "Because if you don't, I will need you to leave. And if you ever show up here again without reason, I will file a stalking complaint."

Flabbergasted, frustrated, and fuming, I said good-bye and turned toward the door. As I did, I note Jane and Jillian at the end of the hall, giggling and waving to me. I didn't think anything about it, and left without returning the wave.

Over the next few weeks, I tried Doris a few times, but she just didn't answer. I sent her some flowers, but that didn't get me anywhere. I had just about given up on her when I got a call from JWTA, and it was Doris.

"Hi, Mark," she said. "Barb would like you to stop by sometime soon. What's your schedule like?"

We arranged a time that fit Barb's schedule, and Doris was off the phone before I could even attempt small-talk.

I arrived at JWTA at the agreed upon time, and I was immediately greeted by Doris saying, "Barb is waiting for you." No hello, no chit-chat, very formal, very cold. Was I disappointed? Well, not exactly, as that has been all I had gotten since she got back from her trip.

Silently I walked to Barb's office, and knocked on the door jam. She stood up and said we should go outside and enjoy the day. Now, it was sunny enough, but it was only about 50 degrees. Still, the client is always right, so we walked outside. Once there we sat down at a picnic bench where employees of the various companies in the building could have lunch.

"It's colder out her than I thought," Barb said, and started hugging herself.

"Do you want my jacket?" I asked?

"No, we will only be a minute. Then we can go back inside to discuss the other business.

"I think my office is bugged," she said, very matter-of-factly. "There have just been too many coincidences lately."

"Are you just being paranoid?"

Barb thought for a minute and said, "I don't think so. I have lost three contracts, all by exactly $100.00 each. Plus, I have been getting messages on email that allude to conversations I've had in my office. I have to be very careful these days."

Finally, the mystery of her not acknowledging my references to our evening of passion made sense. At least one of the women in my life isn't totally a lunatic.

"I don't really have the skills to help, but I have a friend that specializes in corporate surveillance – you know, store cameras, employee theft protection, that sort of thing. Why don't you give him a call?"

Barb asked if I handle this, and make his visits look like we were working together on the servers and PCs. I said sure, and we headed back inside. Before we got to the door, Barb asked, "So, you and Doris still fighting?"

"No. Not speaking is more like it," I told her.

"Think she knows about us?"

"I have no idea, and as of today, I don't care anymore. I'm just not going to worry about it," I stated.

"Yeah, sure. You're too connected for that."

I assured her that I was not that connected, but she just wasn't buying it. Neither was I, but I was not about to admit that.

Just before we got to Barb's office door, she quietly asked if I would like to come over for dinner that evening. After she assured me that it would just be dinner, I said sure. We went into Barb's office and had a long discussion about upgrading her computer systems, keeping the conversation very professional. As we were talking, I slipped her a note to just play along with what I was about to say. With that, I told her that I thought she would save money if we contracted for my time on a job basis. I wrote a number on a piece of paper, along with the words,"Make sure you say this out loud." She did, we both smiled, and I left. On my way out, I was going to give Doris one more chance to be civil, but she wasn't at her desk.

Chapter 8

I arrived at Barb's that evening, and as expected Eva greeting me at the door wearing only her apron. I leaned over and kissed her cheek, and she told me to go ahead into the living room. "I think I will run upstairs and get out of these clothes, first," I told her, but she said no, that Barb was wearing clothes tonight. I walked into the living room and discovered that it was, indeed true.

"What's with the wardrobe?" I asked her. She replied that it would make it easier for this to be dinner only, and that she often wore clothes when it was "that time of the month."

"Hadn't thought about that," I said.

"You wouldn't," she replied, and we both laughed.

Over drinks I told her that I had arranged for my security buddy to accompany me to the office the following Tuesday. Our cover would be that we were installing a new hard drive on Barb's PC. Barb said no, that wouldn't do because that was lingerie day.

"No, it isn't," I corrected her. "That's Thursday. I already checked with Sherri."

"Usual, efficient Sherri, she said in a tone that told me that Barb really relied on her.

As Barb was refilling our drinks, Eva came in and said dinner was ready. "What are we having tonight?" I asked her.

"Marinated skinless chicken breasts, green beans and baked potato with no toppings," she said.

"Trying to tell me I'm too fat?" I asked her.

Barb replied for her. "No, it's me. If you want something else, just ask Eva."

I replied that I wasn't about to put Eva out like that, and just asked that a little butter be brought for the potato.

After Eva served and went back to the kitchen, I told Barb, "You know, she is a real gem. I hope you are treating her well."

"Yes, she is and I try. She has become more than just a servant. I rely on her for everything," she replied.

"And do you tell her?"

"Probably not as often as I should, but at least she is paid well," Barb stated in her professional demeanor.

"That's not enough. You have to show her."

"Any suggestions?" Barb asked.

"Sure, how about inviting her to join us for dinner."

"You know, that sounds like a good idea." Before Barb could call her, I stopped her. Then I got up, went to the side board and got silverware and a napkin, then went into the kitchen and brought Eva out.

"Barb and I would like you to join us for dinner," I said. At first she said no, but when she realized we were serious, she started to head to the kitchen. I followed her and picked up her plate, telling her to get dressed and join us as soon as she could. I carried her plate to the table, and Barb and I waited for her to come in.

Eva came in wearing a pair of skintight jeans and a top that clung to her petit breasts and her well-toned abs. Other than the fact that her hair was still pinned up, she looked fantastic. She sat down, and once her initial discomfort was over, we found that she was very talkative about growing up in Mexico, her immigration to the US with her parents (stressing over and over that it was a legal immigration), and just about everything else. She had trouble with the English, but after the first glass of wine she just substituted the Spanish word whenever she couldn't think of the English one. I was mesmerized, and I think Barb was, too.

We all cleared the dishes to the kitchen, and Eva and I had a little vanilla ice cream for dessert. Then Barb told Eva to get going to her date, which she did after making us a pot of coffee.

As Barb and I sat in the living room drinking the coffee, Barb said," You know, that was nice. But I hope that it doesn't go to her head so that I don't get any work out of her." I told her that might happen, but she might find that Eva was an even better worker now that there wasn't such a big gap between them.

"We'll see," Barb said, and changed the subject.

"So, you and Doris still on the outs?" she asked.

"Yeah. That chapter in my life is done. Too bad in a way, because I was really beginning to fall in love with her, but okay because her moods were almost too much to take sometimes."

"You know she is just insecure."

"Yeah. Can we change the subject?"

"Sure. What do you want to talk about?" Barb asked.

"Anything. Just something different."

"You mean anything to get you to forget about Doris." Barb's comment was a statement, not a question.

"Yeah," was all I could reply.

"I have just the thing," Barb said, and got up and walked over to where I was sitting. She got down on her knees and started to unbuckle my belt.

"I thought we weren't going to repeat our last visit," I protested.

"We aren't, we are going to do something different." I was going to resist, but said to myself, "what the hell," and helped Barb take the rest of my clothes off. I started to remove hers and she stopped me.

"You don't want to do that. I'm having my period."

"At least let's get you naked from the waist up," I retorted, and she willingly allowed me to remove her blouse. She was not wearing a bra. Barb then pushed me down on into the chair, and first ran her breasts all over my thighs, lower stomach, balls and cock. Then she placed my dick between her boobs and started an up-and-down motion that felt great. Suddenly she got up and raced upstairs. I started to follow her, but she said to just wait, and keep my dick hard. I lazily stroked it until Barb came back with a plastic bottle in her hand. "Flavored lube," was all she said, before she poured some into her hands and between her breasts. Then she got my dick covered by stroking me, then wrapped her boobs around my dick again and started the same motion. If felt wonderful.