Neighborhood Watch Ch. 03

After we returned home from the party, thoughts of how everyone had seen me so immodestly dressed helped me to a wonderful orgasm, and Ross seemed equally excited. I assumed, Eve would be talking to me and the other women, meaning that in a short week, I would know if I was invited to join our friends in a nude party. More importantly, I would know whether I had the nerve to accept such an invitation and join whoever else was willing to go downstairs.

In the meantime, I tried to maintain my previous behavior. I saw Grant naked a few times, he saw me in bra and panties. As I thought about what we did at the party, it occurred to me that the only part of me not pretty much on display was my vagina. Still, I was trying to stick to my supposed limits, meaning no actual nudity. But I was also imagining myself nude in a room full of equally nude friends, and I knew what happened when I imagined things.

Eve was on the phone to all the women during the following days. Our thinking seemed to be going back and forth. Everyone liked the idea of seeing all the men nude, of course. It was our own nudity that gave us pause.

Saturday morning, I knew Eve had to come up with our decision for that night, so I was not surprised when she called. In fact, I could see her, in bra and panties, with the phone because she was in the room with Grant, who was still nude after his morning shower.

She asked, "Is Ross close by?"

"He's in the shower, but he'll be out in a moment. Wait, the water just went off. You want me to call him to the phone? Or just to the window/"

"The window will be enough," she laughed.

I didn't have to call him since he came out, drying himself, and came right over to the window by me, easily in sight of Eve and Grant.

"Okay," I said, "as you see, he's here. What's up?"

"I want to try a test. I'm still undecided about tonight, unsure I can get naked in front of all the guys."

"So what's this test you mentioned?"

"I want to see if I can take off more of my clothes with him watching. I know he's way over there, but small steps first, you know?"

"Well, you've got his attention already." Ross could hear me speaking, but I didn't fill him in on what exactly we were discussing.

"Okay, here goes. Actually, Grant is helping because my hands are shaking." She was beginning to sound breathless and added, "If you will, tell me what's going on over there because I'm also keeping my eyes closed."

Ross had picked up the binoculars. I didn't need them to see what was happening. Grant moved behind Eve and unclasped her bra. Even at this distance, I could see the shoulder straps getting looser. Neither of us said a word as Grant took the straps and brought them down Eve's arms. On the phone, I could hear her whimpering and then give a louder exhalation as the bra came away and her breasts were exposed. Ross made a similar sound. Through the binoculars, he could clearly see that her breasts were larger than mine, with rosy, nickel-sized nipples. I could not see that her nipples were so hard, but when I looked at Ross, I couldn't help but notice how hard his penis was, sticking out, nearly fully erect.

"Talk to me," Eve pleaded.

"He likes what he sees. Likes it very much. More than one big smile, if you know what I mean. Take a look."

I could see her reach for their binoculars and train them on our window. She gasped again, obviously seeing Ross's erect penis, but she suddenly gave a little yell and turned to run to the bathroom and close the door.

"What happened?" I asked. "You don't like Ross showing his appreciation that way?"

"No, I loved that. It was beautiful. But when I saw that he was looking at me with binoculars, I sort of panicked. Tell him I'm sorry. And if it makes him feel better, I like his penis."

She hung on while I relayed her message. Across the way, I noticed that Grant picked up the binoculars that Eve dropped, and I noticed he had an erection as well. I was about to ask Ross to give me our binoculars, but he had other ideas.

"I think this test is only half completed," he said.

My pulse quickened and my mouth went dry. I managed to say, "Eve, I have to put the phone down."

I knew what he wanted me to do, and I moved as in a trance. The only bit of modest self-control I had remaining allowed me to turn so that my back was to the window. Otherwise, I was compliant. No words were spoken or needed. I raised my arms. Ross grasped the hem of my nightgown at my thighs. We both knew I had nothing on beneath it. And we both knew as he lifted it up, my bottom would be truly bare for Grant to see.

I was very conscious of how the gown tousled my hair as it came all the way off, of how the air suddenly felt against my skin, around my legs and nipples. Of how I was naked. I kept my eyes on Ross, brought my arms down and shyly held myself, covering my breasts. But I did not move.

"Is he looking?" I asked. It was a very strange sensation to be seen nude and yet be unable to turn and look at my observer.

"Of course he is. Want to see how much he likes what he sees?"

He held the binoculars out to me. For a moment, I considered turning and looking, but I was out of nerve. I shook my head and calmly walked to the bathroom. Once I had shut the door, I splashed cold water on my face and tried to collect myself. My pulse was still racing. Seeing myself in the mirror, the blush on my chest and the exhilaration in my eyes made me look very attractive, I thought. I knew then that, when I talked to Eve again, I would tell her that I wanted to try it. Even if the other women didn't want to go downstairs, I thought, right then, that I wanted to let the men see me blushing, exhilarated, and naked.

When Eve did call an hour later, I learned I would not be alone if I went to the basement that night. All she said was, "I'm having Grant put out a couple of space heaters downstairs for tonight." She didn't need to say more.

My excited anticipation kept me on edge much of the afternoon. While taking a bath, my hands shook a bit as I shaved my legs and around my pubic area. I couldn't help thinking of how, before, not that many days earlier, I was picking out bras and panties that I thought Grant might get to see me wearing when I undressed later in the evening. Now, I was trimming my pubic hair for several men to see.

We had Amy and Jerry over for dinner before the party, and I could hardly look at Jerry in the eye as I thought about what we'd each be seeing later. On the other hand, Amy was almost giddy with anticipation. Talking about vacations we'd all taken together over the years, she said, "I don't know about you, Nora, but I always enjoyed trying to scope out Ross's body through his wet swim trunks. I figured it was just making us even for all the ogling he was doing of me in my bikini."

With plenty of this kind of prodding, I finally admitted, "Okay, okay. I would sometimes steal a glimpse at Jerry's trunks, but I didn't think of how he might be looking at me."

Amy prodded Ross and Jerry too. Ross agreed that seeing Amy in her bikini was always a pleasure. Jerry surprised me by recalling, "I guess I can say this now, but one time, sitting on the condo deck, you would sit a little hunched over. I think you were feeling a little exposed in your two-piece suit, but you accidentally caused your top to gap a little so I could see your nipple. It was a very stimulating thirty minutes before we went to dinner."

This kind of conversation did not settle my nerves. The hour finally came. Ross and I accompanied Amy and Jerry to Grant and Eve's house, and on the doorstep, Amy grinned at Ross, saying, "I can't wait. I'm finally going to see that penis of yours."

Ross answered, "I'm looking forward to seeing all of you too." She acted as if there was no question about his presumption, that she would be going downstairs and going nude.

Their playful banter was beyond my ability. The less I talked about what I was doing, the less I had to think about the what I was about to do.

The others were already there before us. The men were stripped down to their boxers or briefs, and their wives wore only revealing bras and panties. In a way, it was reassuring to note that I wasn't alone in my anxiety. Katie and Aaron seemed to share Amy's relaxed vibe, as did most of the other men. Keith wasn't all that talkative, however, and Gretchen and Marcia shared my quiet apprehension. Wearing only their underwear, their slightly bent posture and their crossed arms still suggested they were trying to cover themselves. As for Eve, even as she played the gracious hostess, I of course already knew how she was struggling to follow through with it.

"May I take your things?" Eve asked. Amy immediately slipped off her coat and just as quickly stepped out of her dress. Ross and Jerry moved just as swiftly to undress, leaving me the center of attention. Suddenly, even taking off my coat became difficult. With Eve's quiet encouragement, my sweater and slacks soon followed, and I stood before them all in a black bra and panty set that, if not see-through, was the skimpiest I owned.

In my desire to avoid eye-contact, I didn't notice how the men disappeared downstairs so soon after I was partially undressed. I had made that first step, and I knew the next step was starting. It all went faster than I anticipated. Last week, Eve had spoken of a dress code of underwear for upstairs, and now it suddenly seemed that a more modest party upstairs was no longer an option. Eve made the announcement, using some forced formality to cover her nervousness, "Ladies, if you wish to join your husbands, please follow me."

Amy and Katie went immediately to join her at the top of the steps. Marcia, Gretchen, and I exchanged shy glances to see which of us would go along next. I sort of made a move toward the others, and Marcia and Gretchen quickly joined, maybe not wanting to be left alone.

With my mind on my own anxieties, I was pleasantly startled at the bottom of the steps to see the men, every one of them completely nude. The welcome distraction almost overwhelmed me. Eve probably spoke for all of the wives when she exclaimed, "My, my! Where to look first!"

For me, where to look first seemed to be everywhere. I couldn't at first stop and look at just one man. Then I noticed Keith. He was standing a bit behind the others. Like all of the men, he was erect, but as I knew, his penis was smaller than average. I think I focused on him just because he looked embarrassed. His body was so different from mine and from others I'd seen before, but his nervousness was the same as mine, and I maybe felt a little encouraged by his example of stripping all the way.

Gradually, then, I could gaze at the others. Grant's penis I knew somewhat, but seeing it up close was nicer. Aaron's was also more impressive now that I was seeing it fully. Bob's and Jerry's were the real revelations. I had never seen more than a bulge under their pants, and now they stood before me, sticking out so brazenly.

Ross's erection was equally on display, and it made me feel proud to share his handsome body with my sister and our friends. Eve in particular was looking at him at one point and saying, "Well, now I know." When I could make myself check, the expressions of all the other wives confirmed for me that, contrary to all the stereotypes, we could really enjoy the sight of a nude man.

It also occurred to me, in line with something Jerry had said at the last party, that the show was all the more exciting because these nude men were guys we knew, friends we saw in the neighborhood. "How odd," I thought to myself. I was thinking that, if asked, I could give a good description of each man's body. At the bank, we're trained to notice people's features in case we would have to give a description to the police, but this scene went way beyond noting a man's height and eye color. More than a sketch of a man's face, I could help a police artist complete a full nude drawing of every man there.

Nothing strange about me knowing Ross's body, but I shouldn't be familiar enough with Grant's to say his penis is thicker than most. Or that Keith's is shorter than most and more tapered at the end. Or that Aaron's is longer than the others by about an inch with a gentle curve, and that Rob's scrotum hangs lower and looser than anyone else's, and that Jerry's pubic hair was the densest, and that Keith's bottom was rounded and pale like a baby's, and all the other bottoms were slender and cute in another way.

Taking in all these details, I had not consciously registered one other fact, much less thought to speak out about it so brashly. Amy had no such reticence and said, with mock disappointment, "I was hoping to see an uncircumcised one."

Katie replied, "I can recommend a beach or two if that's what you're looking for."

The survey we were making of our husband's bodies was broken by Eve's announcement. "Grant told me that, as hostess, I should go first." As she spoke, she moved over to one side of the room. I was taken a bit by surprise because I supposed that all the wives would take off our clothes together. This move by Eve suggested that we would all have to strip one at a time.

Like earlier in the afternoon, Eve scrunched her eyes shut as she undressed. Very quickly, her bra was unhooked and dropped, and her panties were at her feet and kicked aside. There she stood, rosy nipples on display again, and now showing her dense wedge of pubic hair too. Keeping her eyes closed, she said, "Okay, now what? Somebody say something."

The comments from the men followed immediately. "Very pretty!" "Beautiful!" "Turn around so we can see all of you." This last was from Grant, and Eve did a quick, shy spin. I could see that she would like to run to the bathroom and close the door again, but she didn't move and kept her eyes closed. Not being able to see us was helping her make herself stay where we could all see her body.

Finally, though, she got up the nerve to open her eyes again. She was soon looking at me and saying, "Next."

"Why me?" I wasn't ready.

"Well, I went first because it's my home, but you were the one who really started all this with your open drapes."

Even if that made some sense, I knew she was teasing. I also knew that all of us wives would have to strip sometime, and it looked like my time was now. Still, I wasn't moving as quickly as Eve had. Rather than close my eyes, I turned my back to the expectant crowd of our friends. Before, I had been able to imagine myself nude with all these people, but I had never imagined the scene when I actually took off my clothes in front of them.

Nervously, I reached behind for my bra snap. I fumbled with it before I got it undone. Taking a breath, I shrugged my bra off my shoulders and dropped it, keeping my arms tightly around myself. My panties were all I had left. I put my hands on either side of my hips and wanted to push them down and get this over with as soon as possible. My hands wouldn't move as quickly as I wanted, though, and I wound up giving them an unintended tease. Eventually, of course, my bottom was bared, and I could let my panties drop and step out of them. Ross later told me that he had never seen me looking so sexy, so shyly turned away, yet so completely naked.

I could hear the blood pounding in my ears, so I couldn't hear what the men were saying. As with Eve opening her eyes, me turning around to face my audience took another few moments. I held an arm across my breasts and covered my pubic hair with the other hand.

Grant said, "Pretend I'm a bank robber. Now stick 'em up!"

Eve said, "If you're referring to that gun of yours, I'd it looks more like a full firing squad here."

That broke some of the tension. Without realizing it, I dropped my hands while laughing. No doubt comparing my body to Eve's, all of them could take in the details of my smaller breasts, my darker nipples, and my wispier pubic hair. Making myself look around the room and face my observers, I almost lost my nerve again as I saw how Keith was staring so intently. I tried to suppress a blush and appear cool, and I looked right at his penis to remind myself that mine wasn't the only nude body.

Amy, bless her heart, took the attention off of me by announcing, "I guess I'm next since I've been part of this new version of windows." Like Eve, Amy lost no time in shedding her bra and panties, although she was the first one to strip without shutting her eyes or turning away. Instead, she kicked her underwear aside and proudly raised her arms and did a twirl. I didn't realize then, but Amy later confided that her bravado was a put on. She was hoping that the constant motion would make it difficult to focus on any one part of her body. Not that she had anything to worry about when it came to whether or not the husbands would like what they saw of her slender body.

The real cool one was Katie. She followed Amy, saying, "Well, I've been naked on a crowded beach before, so I should be used to this." I knew she wasn't used to getting naked in front of friends, but she still acted like it was no big deal. No closed eyes, no shy avoidance, and no nervously rushed stripping for her. Her movements were casual, almost like she was alone, as she removed her bra and panties. Straightening up, she gave us all a surprise, no pubic hair at all.

"I know, I know," Katie said, standing there without betraying the least bit of nerves even as she was showing that much more skin. Her breasts were slightly larger than those already bared, but the men's eyes were riveted between her legs. As she let them drink in the sight, Katie nonchalantly said, "Aaron has talked me into shaving for the beach a couple times. I think it's kind of sexy, preparing myself that way. I mean, I can't change anything else about my body before showing it to everyone on the beach, so shaving off my pubic hair is sort of a way of telling everyone there that I don't mind the attention."

Eve declared, "Well, if attention is what you want, you certainly have it now. And from the looks of Aaron, I guess he doesn't mind the attention you get either."

"I'd say you're right," Katie replied, "but tonight that hard-on is caused by more than my body, I promise you."

In a way, I was happy that I was already nude and didn't have to follow Katie's display. As for Marcia and Gretchen, I don't think they felt eager to strip under any circumstances. When attention finally turned toward them, they looked at each other, waiting for the other to move first. A quick round of rock-paper-scissors settled the matter, and Marcia stepped forward.

To my way of thinking, she should have been one of the more confident ones among us. Like me, she turned away from our husbands to take off the little clothing she had left. She wasn't turned so far from me, though, that I couldn't immediately see how large and heavy her breasts were. They swayed beautifully as she bent to step out of her panties. It occurred to me that I was enjoying the sight as much as the men were. When she at last turned to face her admiring audience, she revealed sandy blonde pubic hair that had been tightly trimmed, making her vagina almost seem too small for a body that had such breasts.

Only Gretchen remained, the most petite and most reluctant. I was beginning to think she was going to back out when Keith stepped forward, his penis only four or five inches in front of him. "If I can do it, you can do it," he told her. That encouragement must have helped, because she stripped quickly while keeping her eyes on Keith for strength. She didn't see the other men admiring her tiny, pointed breasts, her adolescent bottom, and small patch of brown hair between her legs.

After we were all naked, the room felt quietly subdued as everyone tried to look at everyone else without being too obvious about it. Grant brought out drinks and snacks, which helped relax us, and sooner than I would have guessed, we were all just friends at a regular party, talking like usual, except we were all nude.