A Reluctant Nudist Ch. 02

Finally after changing the roll of film a couple of times, Geoff got to the end of perhaps his third reel.

"That's it, we will have to finish now, as I've run out of film," he said, sounding almost relieved.

Helen, looking a bit disappointed stood up and walked around the room picking up her discarded outfits, putting them back on their metal hangars and returning them to the wardrobe. All the while seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was still completely naked from the waist up. She was about to return to the lounge room in this condition when I coughed politely and reminded her of her present, less than formal state.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that," she said, finally pulling the top of the dress back on and doing up just a few buttons.

Expressing that she desperately needed a cold drink, she walked back out to the lounge room, with me, after echoing her sentiments, soon following. Geoff remained, packing his camera away and joined us after just a few minutes.

Meanwhile Moira, who was still glued to the telly whilst now also chatting to Helen who was in the kitchen, asked me if we were all finished. I replied that we were as I took a glass of cola from Helen. I couldn't help but notice that what without her bra on, the thin cheesecloth material was quite translucent. Helen handed a glass to Moira as well and as if in some stunned trance, Moira just sat wide eyed as she took it, staring at Helen's see through top.

"Well, I just hope Geoff didn't take any shots of you with your bosoms showing through like that," she said sharply.

"Oh don't be such a prude," quipped Helen.

"Seen one, you've seen 'em all and I'm sure this isn't the first time you've both seen me like this is it?"

"Well he certainly wouldn't get me posing for him with my bosoms showing through like that," replied Moira.

"Well perhaps that's why he didn't ask you to then." Helen retorted sharply.

Sensing an air of tension growing between the two of them, I suggested to Helen that it might be a good idea if we were to get an early night for once. Geoff caught on quickly and after thanking us both for our hospitality and getting Moira to drink up, they left fairly soon afterwards with him looking rather sheepish as she continued to berate him as they walked down along the balcony towards the stairs.

After inflating our air mattress and retiring to bed, we chatted about the events of the evening for a while. Helen remarked that except for Moira's prudish behaviour, she had really enjoyed being a model again and added that she had got on surprisingly well with Geoff this time. She added that she really hoped that he would show Moira all the shots he'd taken.

"Wouldn't you just want to be a fly on the wall if she saw the last few with my "bosoms" exposed. You know, if only he had just one more roll of film, I bet I could have got everything off, that really would have knocked Moira's socks off, don't you reckon?" She said, laughing as she did.

"You're not wrong there." I replied

"But what was with that huge smile you gave me when I suggested that you leave your top unbuttoned?" I asked.

"Because at that moment, I instinctively understood that this was your way of telling me I had been forgiven for the things I did that day at the beach. Just knowing that took such a weight off my shoulders that I couldn't help but smile. I knew by the way you suggested it, that this was like giving me licence to go as far as I wanted to."

Her elation at my new attitude and the cheeky look on her face whilst expressing her desire to shock Moira made me appreciate, not for the first time, that she definitely had a devilish streak of mischief in her. It hadn't gone without notice either that Helen showing off her body to others was starting to become very much of a turn on for her, dare I say, for the both of us as we feverishly consummated our mutual feeling of sexual excitement with one of the most intense sessions we had ever had.

It was starting to become clearer to me that just maybe, I was beginning to mature mentally, growing out of the jealousy and over possessiveness that I had always felt concerning her attractiveness to other guys.

As the song says, "When you're in love with a beautiful women, watch out for your friends."

However, as true as this line was, I couldn't deny that this concern which had always been a major issue to me, the fact that other men were always ogling Helen, was now starting to give me more of a sense of satisfaction and pleasure than the usual feelings of resentment and insecurity than I normally would have felt. I realised that my new acceptance of sharing Helen's charms with others had opened up a whole new world of sensations for both of us and rather than having a negative effect on our relationship, this new confidence was making me feel not only far more assured about how I saw myself but also more secure because I knew it had actually strengthened the bonds of our sometimes fragile relationship.

Just maybe, these events had lead me towards achieving a new level of psychological maturity in my so far quite short but very inhibited life. All this at the ripe old age of twenty two.