Part Two: Naked on The Roof for Memorial Day
This is the second
part of a series about how I managed to create a naked-fest, on the roof of our
apartment building on The Most wonderful Memorial Day back in 2006. The first
part gives the background, and 7-month lead-up to this day. It is the blog
titled: “Get Naked On The Roof for Memorial Day” It is posted immediately below
this one, or you can skip scrolling, and use this link:
Well, Memorial Day
just happens to fall on a Monday, and I was off work. Early in the morning, I
got the idea that this would be the perfect day to spend an entire day up on
the roof! It was supposed to be hot (close to 100 degrees), clear, and
beautiful this day! I made some sandwiches, got my juices, and waters, snacks,
gathered some towels, a book, my radio, even a pillow. I got my lotion,
sunglasses, hat, and sandals. I got my knife, and a walking stick I needed to
do some carving on. I got out my ladder, so nobody would have to scramble the
first five feet. I was all set! I was going to go up on the roof early in the
day, and stay up there all day long! I had gathered everything I would need,
just like I was headed out hiking for the entire day. (You might wonder why I
chose to stay home, instead of going hiking on such a perfect day? Simple! It
was a holiday. That meant everyone would be out hiking. There would be no peace
in the mountains. Normally, I could hike naked, and never have any problems with
those I crossed paths with. But holidays tend to bring out a different crowd,
and I know from experience that crowd is not the type of crowd that is safe,
comfortable, or even the kind you would want to cross paths with… clothed, or
not! The holiday hikers were usually the type who liked to be drunk, rowdy, and
had no respect for nature, let alone other humans. They would invade an entire
area in the mountains, and trash it, shoot guns, and destroy everything they
came in contact with. These were not the type of people I enjoyed at all.)
But the type of people
I Did enjoy happened to be at my home, and they were off today, too! For most
of the University, the school year had ended already, so many of the students
had done a mass-exit for Summer break. Some of the classes did not end yet, but
they all were out for the long weekend, so even those who still had to stay
another week or two, had gone elsewhere for the weekend. The Frat house next
door was almost a ghost-residence! (There were only a couple of guys still
there....but I would learn later in the day that they had a work-party
planned.) I had thought The Sorority house on the other side had vacated,
completely. (But would learn later in the day that they had an event for the
families planned for later in the day.) The Arts building across the street was
also now completely vacant for remodeling. (The remodeling project started
about a month before Memorial day, but since today was a holiday, there were no
workers on the scaffolding, or up on the roof over looking our roof. Construction
workers as a whole are some of the most rude, ill-mannered people, and we knew
being naked around them would not be fun.) Many of the apartments behind
us had already vacated. (But I would learn later in the day that this was the
day many parents showed up with trucks to physically move out all their child’s
belongings.) The dorm buildings down the street were mostly vacant.
It was a perfect time
to play naked in the sunshine on the roof all day! (Or so I thought!) One of
the biggest factors in finding a safe, comfortable environment, is not so much
the absence of other people, but rather the security in knowing those that
happen to be around are like-minded, and comfortable. The last thing a nudist
wants is to be gawked-at, or looked at as if we were some sort of freak-show.
It is not so much a problem to have the construction workers see us naked, as
it is to know they are in a completely different frame of mind, and cannot see
casual nakedness as just that. It is not a problem to have all the windows from
the dorms overlooking the area we happen to be naked, but rather it is awkward
to know you are on display for all the kids to stare at with mild humor, and to
become a main-focus for hundreds of onlookers. It is not so much a problem to
be naked where all the girls in The Sorority house can see you, but rather
awkward when you are the only male, and clearly visible to the closest
building, which happens to be an all-girl residence. For those who are not
familiar with a nudists lifestyle, it would seem rather than just simply
enjoying a sunny day while naked, in a normal-everyday lifestyle, those who see
this would likely view the naked person as placing themselves on display to be
seen by those nearby. Fortunately for me, all the girls in the sorority house
already had gotten to know me, welcomed, and openly accepted my naked
lifestyle. (Often, the girls at The Sorority house enjoyed naked time within
their own home, and on their mostly secluded balcony.) The same was true with
the dorm-residents, and almost anybody else who was a regular in this neighborhood.
But, even still, having less people around made it even more perfect to be
naked on That Memorial Day.
I told Lucy and Sandy my plans. Sandy decided she would
actually venture up off the stairs, and try to relax up on the roof, too! (But
she made it clear she would not be getting naked, or go anywhere near the
edge.) Lucy pondered my idea for a couple minutes, then grinned a wicked grin,
and told me she loved the idea. She did not tell me what the grin was about,
and I did not worry, either. I knew if I was meant to find out, I would when it
was right. As new neighbors moved in, and got to know us, we informed them of
our secret spot, too. Many had come up there with us at night, but none got
naked, yet. So far it had only been Lucy
‘n Me who ever got naked up on the roof.
I went up to the roof, and swept off some of the debris that
had accumulated. Yes, I was naked, except for my sandals hat, and sunglasses.
(Sandals were a must, because the roof got very hot!) Then I started carrying
all my supplies for the day. I saw many of our neighbors, and let them know of
our plans. Some said they would come up later in the day. Sandy came up to join
me almost immediately. She came up at first, with just the intention of
venturing a little farther onto the roof, and getting comfortable with the idea
of being on a roof. She immediately got down on her hands and knees, and was
crawling. She would not stand up. I laid out a towel for her to sit on, and had
her just sit, and get used to it. She was understandably nervous, and fidgety.
I had already stretched-out on my towel and started reading. Yup… I pretty much
just let her discover her own level of comfort on her own. She was still
wearing jeans, shoes, and a long shirt. It did not take long for her to decide
she wanted cooler clothes on, and she crawled back to the stairs to go down.
When Sandy returned, she was now wearing shorts, flip flops,
and a t-shirt. She had never worn shorts before that I knew of, and when I
noticed she had just cut her pants legs off to make cut-offs, I asked about it.
She sheepishly admitted she never had a reason to wear shorts, and did not own
any, but she was sure proud of herself for making her first pair of cut-offs!
(They were cut barely above the knee, but for her, they were short!) She also
realized she could not crawl with bare knees on the roof, so she cautiously
stood up to walk. She was terribly nervous, but knew she needed to conquer
this. I offered to walk with her, and hold her. She refused the help, and
wanted to make this happen by herself.
She cautiously walked across the roof. She would not go near any edges,
but she did make wonderful progress! She sat on top of one of the A/C units,
and just relaxed, enjoying all that comes with peace and joy up on a roof. It
did not take long and she actually found it as relaxing as I did.
After a few minutes, she got up and walked some more. She
was getting very comfortable with the whole being on the roof issue. While
Sandy was walking around, Lucy came up to join us. She, of course came up
completely naked, except sunglasses, and flip flops. She brought a couple of
towels, some water, and a book. She also was amazed to see Sandy venturing
around on the roof. Sandy was very proud of herself, too! Sandy came over where
we were, and lay sat down on her towel, entirely relaxed, and comfortable. She
was clearly understanding how wonderful a roof is for escaping all the worries
below.
From our perch on the roof, we could see every home, and
building in the entire neighborhood. I noticed many people had seen us, and had
done a double-take, just to see if what they thought they glimpsed was really
there. Yup! They thought they had glimpsed a couple of naked people on a roof,
and one not naked. Other than night time, nobody had ever seen anybody up on
this roof, so they naturally did a double-take. It was not at all uncommon to
see college kids on the roofs of their houses, or on top of porch-awnings, but
I had not yet ever seen anybody on any roof around here naked. I had often seen
young ladies sunbathing in their bikinis on a roof, or awning, but never seen
any guy ever sunning on a roof. Occasionally if a young lady thought she was in
a secluded place, such as semi-hidden by a tree, while she was sunning on her
roof, she would discreetly remove her top, and then lay face-down, so as to not
be sunning naked on a roof. It seemed the guys seldom enjoyed sunning. They
would hang out on their roofs, but never for the purpose of laying in the sun.
So, I imagine for some of these people to see a man naked and sunning was a new
sight. Those who I saw notice us did not react, or stare, they just looked.
Lucy also noticed those who looked our way. She was comfortable, though, and
felt safe. This was not at all like how she was treated when she was on her
balcony. Sandy did not seem to notice those who looked our way. She even
commented about “how private” it felt up here.
It did not take long before Sandy was too hot up here. She
mentioned she would need to go inside, and Lucy asked if she would be cooler
with less clothes on. Sandy thought about that, and pondered it. You could see
the wheels turning, weighing the possibilities, the fears, the risks. You could
see how much she really wanted to try it out, and see how it felt. She looked
all around. She noticed how far away those she could see looked, and commented
that if they looked far away to her, we must also look far away to them. We both assured her she was welcome to be as
comfortable, or as daring as she wished, and that she was totally safe up here.
Her mind was racing, and fighting with itself. You could see she really wanted
to try less clothing, but not so sure she was ready. I had an idea, and decided
to take a risk… but before I could do that, I needed to get her temperature
down, so she would not overheat.
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| While this clearly is not a photo of Sandy, It represents well the feeling she felt once cooled with water. (I wish I had taken this wonderful shot, But it is my friend, Aleksandra's, taken in Saint Petersburg) |
The first thing I did was have her close her eyes.
She did not ask why, or even look worried. Instead, she looked totally open and
willing to allow me to do whatever it was I had in mind. I held her hand, so
she would not suddenly jump, then I poured some cold water over her head. By
doing this, I got her hair, head, and face wet, this would instantly lower her
body temperature, and let her feel comfortable again for a bit. Although it was
not my main intention, I also knew this would wet her t-shirt. It was not so
much to expose her in a wet-t-shirt, but it had an effect of helping her to
feel free, without having removed any clothing, or having done anything of her
own choosing which would suddenly change her level of exposure. Now, she was
comfortably cooler, even looked slightly pleased at her semi-exposed breasts,
but not running around naked. I gave her another bottle of cold water to drink.
I went downstairs and got two pairs of scissors, a
gallon-jug of water, a new razor, shave gel, some sun-block, two sheets, some rope, and a
few spring-clamps. I came back up, and just put all the stuff I gathered in a
pile and asked her to trust me, and stand in front of me. She did. She was not
sure what I was going to do, but you could see the liveliness, trust, and
safety she felt around us in her eyes. She also wore anticipation, eagerness,
and just a little bit of doubt. But the trust was the key. She totally trusted
me, and was willing to allow me to do whatever it was I had in mind. The look
in her eyes was one I have always cherished. It said she was totally trusting
me, without having any idea what I was up to. That look showed an eagerness to
allow another into the “safe-zone”, and an anticipation of submission to the
unknown. I told her to just look out at
the surrounding mountains, and not down at what I was doing. She was totally
eager and willing to allow me to do the unknown to her. I had her move her feet
apart just a little, so her legs were not tight together. Lucy seemed to know
what I had in mind, and just grinned.
~~~A Word of Caution About the following events: The following
events contain some Very detailed, Intimate and Sensual descriptions. Rest
assured, though, there is absolutely nothing sexual, lewd, or obscene. I simply
offer this word of caution, to help avoid unexpectedly catching someone
off-guard with content you may not wish to read. These events are simply some
of what makes this day so wonderful, explains more of who I am, the
relationship between me and my neighbors, and how people who have absolutely no
sexual interaction can have some of The Most Sensual Interactions. It is about,
trust, friendship, and allowing another to enter your safe-zone, submit to an
unknown adventure, surrender to what feels right, and having no shame. The
following is The Most-detailed writing of any sensual, intimate activity I have
ever disclosed. If you wish to not know these details about my life, then by
all means scroll past the next dozen paragraphs. Perhaps you are not sure if
this is something you wish to read…
I suggest entering with an open mind, or
closed-eyes. ~~~~~~~~
Sandy willingly looked out at the mountains, and stood in
front of me. I half-expected her to flinch, or jump when I put my hand on her
leg. She did not flinch at all. It was the exact opposite. The touch of my hand
on her leg actually relaxed her even more. Before now, I had never touched her,
other than hugs, or an occasional touch, but never on her leg, or any place
normally covered by clothing. She knew all too well how I would have loved to
touch her more in our friendship, but we already knew where our boundaries were
with each other, and we seldom made the other uncomfortable by crossing those.
I felt every last ounce of tension disappear from her body. I took the larger
pair of scissors and started to cut up the remaining length of her pant leg.
(The pants were snug, so I had to carefully cut them away, starting at the
bottom, and working up, instead of just cutting across where I planned to
remove the pant leg.) I carefully cut each pant leg up to the point I had
determined was the length I needed. I then carefully cut around the perimeter of
each leg to completely remove what was left of the pant leg. It did not take
long to do this, but the entire time, Sandy never once flinched, or seemed
uncomfortable. She did exactly as I asked, and never once looked down at what I
was doing. You could see the anticipation, and delight in her eyes. After
removing the legs-part of the jeans, the remnant of the jeans looked like
cut-off shorts, but I purposely did not make them terribly short. (Yes, I
absolutely love the look of Daisy-Dukes, but that was not what Sandy needed,
nor was it what I had in mind.) If I had left them like this, they would have
looked like cut-off-shorts, but not looked right. They were too long for the
snugness on her body, but they were the exact length I needed. I then carefully
cut up, and across the crotch, following the inseam. She smiled hugely, but did
not flinch even as I did this. Knowing she was very self-conscious about the
amount of hair she had around this area, I also was aware how trusting she was
to allow me to cut away her pants, fully exposing her underwear, and wild hair.
I could tell by her reactions, that this was as much a thrill for her as it was
for me. I knew she could tell I was not doing this to grope her, or in any
other way touch her inappropriately. Yes, I touched, and my hands and fingers
were intimately in places where either of us could have taken it completely for
something different, but we both knew those were not my intentions. We both
knew the touch, and closeness was simply just the task-at-hand… no pun
intended. Yet, at the same time, we both
knew how much I loved her wild hair, and how I had always wanted to run my
fingers through it. Just her willingness to allow me to come into contact with
her, especially when it involved exposing, and touching the forbidden hair, was
an incredible, magical moment for both of us. It was a thrill I could not have
planned, or even anticipated. Every single hair seemed to dance as my fingers
brushed past, and through it. Each hair felt as if it were electrified, as I
touched it. It was impossible to do what I was doing without also having my
fingers in all that wild hair. As I had my fingers in that wild hair, and was
cutting the seam with the scissors, she was fully welcoming, and helping twist
just enough that my fingers were fully going through every inch of the hair,
but making sure to not push so much that there was danger of cutting her with
the scissors. We both knew how much this meant to each of us, and at the same
time knew it was absolutely not anything sexual. This is a huge benefit of
being who I am. The women in my life know I am not interested in sex, and so we
never have that tension, or the always wondering if we should cross that line.
To us, it is simply loving, caring, exploring, enjoying touch. While it was not
sexual, it most certainly was sensual! For both of us, sensual was (and is) far
more rewarding than anything sexual could ever be. I knew that level of trust was something we
both cherished! Now, that I had cut out the crotch, the jeans now resembled a
mini-denim skirt. They just needed a bit more trimming to make the extra fabric
and double-thick, stitched, folded seams disappear. She was smiling hugely, but still never once
looked down at what I was doing.
I finished all the cuts I needed to make on her jeans, and
the result was a wonderful denim mini-skirt! Since her jeans were snug to begin
with, the end result was a skirt, snug around the hips, open with no fabric
remaining between her legs, and just long enough to modestly cover her
underpants, with a slight slit in the front and also the back where the seems had been. This made it slightly revealing, yet also gave a hint of allure. I created this skirt with the thought of allowing her to be almost naked up here on the roof, yet allowing slight coverage, so she could feel free, yet not naked. This skirt never would have been right if she was going to the store, or anyplace she wished to be fully covered. I created this skirt with exactly that in mind. I knew Sandy’s
desire to keep herself covered, and I was not attempting to in any way to make
her feel involuntarily exposed, just simply found a way to help her find the
freedom she desired… a tiny step at a time. (I mentioned earlier how she never
bought herself new clothes, and that day she showed up in new yellow panties
with purple smileys was probably the only time she had new underwear. Today was
a good example of exactly that. She clearly had not planned to have her
underwear revealed while up here. This pair of underwear was thin, tattered,
and just about to fall to shreds. But she also did not attempt to hide, or
cover once she knew I was going to expose them. She had made it clear months
before how ashamed she was to have all that wild untrimmed hair. She knew she
was submitting to something that would allow me to see, touch, run my fingers
through, explore, and be very close to the places she had always hidden, or was
ashamed to allow to be seen, or touched.) This whole process only took a few
minutes, and she was completely cooperative, receptive, and willing.
As I had been working on her skirt, two of the other
neighbor girls came up to join us on the roof. They were calm, polite, and
comfortable. They wore shorts, with bikini tops, sunglasses, and flip flops.
They greeted us all, and were definitely safe, not at all making Sandy
uncomfortable. They made a point to greet her, but not linger, or make her feel
they were watching what was going on. They looked slightly intrigued, but knew
enough to not break the comfort we had up there. They went to another portion
of the roof, where they were behind Sandy, spread some towels, and relaxed in
the sun. From where they were, Sandy could not see them, but they could watch
what was happening with her. They gave me and Lucy knowing smiles. As soon as
they relaxed on their towels, they both removed their shorts, and were in their
bikini bottoms. Sandy never once tried to cover herself, or looked as if she
was suddenly exposed when the new-comers arrived. Lucy and I were already
proven safe, and she could tell these two were safe, also.
She did not yet look antsy, or impatient, so I moved on up
to her top. Lucy was watching, and grinning the whole time. Sandy never looked
down at what I was doing, but looked at Lucy a couple of times, and saw the
pure look of admiration, and knew she, herself would totally approve when I was
finished. To do the top, I needed to stand, and that meant Sandy was now looking
into my face as I did so. The smile, look, and complete joy I saw was so
wonderful! I still told her she was not allowed to look down at what I was
doing, and she did not. She smiled, and never said a word (Her eyes said it
all, but she never uttered a word with her mouth.) As I positioned myself to
start cutting the top, I noticed some activity inside the Sorority House. I did
not mention this, so I would not alarm Sandy. She was comfortable, and felt she
was mostly secluded up here. I also knew none of the others on our roof could
see inside The Sorority House from their positions.
The t-shirt Sandy was wearing was nothing fancy, and I knew
I could make it more suitable for this day, and help with her desire to attempt
to get more-bare, while remaining semi-modestly covered. I mentioned earlier
that she never wore a bra, and by being small-breasted this left her without
the worry of anything flopping about. By now, the shirt had dried, and was
again a fairly snug, even flattering fit. It fit her perfectly across the
shoulders, and stretched slightly across her small breasts. It was just snug
enough to be flattering, but not tight. I knew exactly how I needed to create
the new top. I started by cutting off the bottom part of the shirt in the front
just below the navel. I then made many cuts upward, making 1/4" strips, stopping just below the nipples, creating a fringe effect. This made the fabric slightly curly, and fun, too. I left the back
long for now. Now for the top portion: I intended to make it almost like a
tie-off halter-type top. I removed the sleeves completely, and cut out the
collar. Then cut the top of the front in a swoop leaving enough fabric that her
breasts were not yet exposed on top. Now, I needed to cut the back, so I could
make it into a tie-top, instead of fitting like a t-shirt. For this, I had her
hold the fabric over her breasts, still not letting her look at what I was
doing. Then I creatively cut down the back in a zig-zag sort of pattern for a
couple of inches, so I would have enough length in the cut fabric for tying it.
Then I cut-out the remainder of the back, until I got to the where the bottom
would be, and again cut in a zig-zag to leave enough fabric for tying. Then I cut off the remainder. Now, I could
tie the part that went behind the neck, and also tie the portion behind her
back. I had her let go of the fabric in front, and made some adjustment in the
fit. I cut a little more on the sides, and a little more of a swoop down into
her barely-there cleavage. The end-result was a tie-off top that tied behind
the neck, and behind the middle of her back. It fit like a bikini-top, but
without the tiny strings, or fitted cups over the breasts. It left enough
covered, yet at the same time she felt free. It could be tied, so that it
cupped the breasts, or it could be tied so it rode loosely, and higher, part-way up
the breasts, so they could be slightly covered, but still mostly free on the
bottom. She could tie it up higher, exposing more of her lower portion of breasts, knowing the fringes would also create an illusion of cover. The way I had cut the swoop above her breasts made it so she could also
be fairly-covered on the top of her breasts, or she could tie it looser, and
have a more-free feel. She could adjust it in many ways, depending on her desire and how much she wanted to cover, or uncover at any time.
I still would not allow her to look down. The outfit was
complete, but I still had more to do so she was fully ready to let herself
enjoy the freedom. I told her to remain looking out at the mountains, and not
yet look, or feel what I had done.
I then got out the rope, and strung a few lines across from
some of the air conditioners, and a power-pole that went up right next to the
roof. She looked kinda bewildered as I did this, but never once questioned me.
While I was doing this, she looked all around the neighborhood, and the
rooftop. She did as I asked, and never once looked down to see what I had done
with her clothes. While looking around the rooftop, and neighborhood, she
noticed the Sorority Girls, Smiled and waved at them. She clearly was not at
all concerned about what they might see. She knew once I was finished, she
could look, and I could tell she did not want to peek early and ruin it for
herself. I then used the clamps, and hung the two sheets at angles on two sides
of her. The only place she could be visible was from the vacant building under
construction across the street, but none of us had seen anyone over there all
day, so that was not a concern. She still looked bewildered. She could tell I
had created a semi-private “room” around where she stood. It was roomy, and not
at all cramped, so it was not at all confining. It also only came as high as
just below her chest height, so she never felt boxed-in, and could still look
out at the mountains, and across the entire roof. During this time, she also
noticed that the two girls were facing where they could see what I was doing
with her, and she smiled confidently, knowing they too accepted her, and were
not a threat. The two girls had changed positions a couple of times, and each
time, they would either remove, or put back on an article of clothing. One
would go topless only if lying on her stomach. The other went topless while
lying on her back. At one point, they both removed their bikini bottoms, and
immediately lay on their stomachs. The one was completely naked, yet the other still
had on her bikini top. Sandy enjoyed watching this, and it helped with her
comfort. The girls both knew Sandy was
watching, admiring, and gaining confidence. They seemed pleased to be an
inspiration, and did not mind Sandy’s eyes on them.
I stood in front of her again, looked her in the eyes, and
asked if she totally trusted me. The smile she gave me told me more than any
words ever could how much she DID totally trust me, and would allow me to do
just about anything without questioning it, or feeling uncomfortable. I had
already gotten more than enough proof of how much she trusted me, and was
allowing me to see, feel, touch, and be very intimate in places where she
otherwise had been ashamed to allow us to see.
I got down in front of her, lifted her skirt and moved her
hands to hold it up. (Yes, I simply could have just removed it, to keep it out
of the way, but this way was more fun, and fitting with the whole event.) I
needed to remove her underwear, and in keeping with the approach I had already
used, I did not attempt to take them off of her, I opted to just cut them off.
I also had planned this from the beginning, knowing that if they were no longer
available to put on again, she would allow herself the opportunity to explore
the freedom of wearing only the skirt, feeling the breeze, and allowing as much
of herself to be naked as was possible, yet also allowing herself to cover
those areas under the skirt. I knew she would not mind, and it also added to
the anticipation, rather than take them down, and have her step out of them.
Cutting off her panties was symbolic, too, and she would figure that out later.
This whole thing was about doing this for her, and just letting her be
pampered, safe, and free. I looked up to see Sandy’s reaction, and the look on
her face was of pure trust, freedom, comfort, and anticipation. She looked so
completely content, I wished I had my camera so I could show her how she
looked! I could not see what the others outside the sheet could see, nor what
they thought I was doing, but that look on Sandy’s face told me that if they
saw that, they too would be smiling.
At this point I was not yet sure she had figured out what I
was going to do, but since she was no dummy, and had seen that I had brought up
shaving gel, and a razor, too, I imagine she had a good idea. I got the small
pair of scissors, and started carefully trimming the wild hair down there. If
you have ever cut anyone’s hair, you know you need to not just snip wildly with
the scissors, but you need to move it up between your fingers, and cut at an
angle to the hair you are holding up. This meant I was fully running my fingers
through all that wild, long hair. (You will recall how self-conscious she was
about her hair, and even though she would make sure I saw it, and wanted to run
my fingers through it, just the thought of me looking, or touching it made her
extremely uncomfortable. Now, today, she had gotten to the point where she
desired to be as naked as possible, but was not quite wanting to take those
steps herself. She willingly allowed me to make it happen for her. In her bravery
today, and in the process of helping her to feel as completely naked and free
as possible, the removal of the hair was important. She absolutely hated that
the hair was such a monster that she would not deal with. Even though she would
not allow me to help her with it in the past, this day was different. We both
knew how important today was. Today, she wished to be naked, yet not fully
exposed. Today, she was in the absolute best frame of mind to tackle her
insecurities. I was not at all ashamed to admit how much I enjoyed running my
fingers through all that hair. It really was long, wild, and quite attractive,
too! With every touch, and movement I made, she just smiled more, and also moved
herself discreetly to force more of that hair into my fingers. With every
touch, she relaxed even more to the point that if she was more relaxed, she
would be asleep! As I worked on trimming her hair, I gently moved her legs
apart enough so that I had the space to work without the possibility of cutting
her. I carefully trimmed every hair from below her navel all the way to her
toes. I knew there was a trail of hair up onto the belly, and had seen hair on
her chest, nipples and obviously under arms, too, but without having her be
naked, I did not think I would be able to do those. Sure, I could easily have
taken her downstairs and used the privacy of one of our apartments, but this
was part of our roof-day, and we both knew it was supposed to happen up here. I
trimmed every nook, and curve. We had discussed how she had never known how to
take care of the body hair. It was clear she had not trimmed, or shaved any of
her body hair ever, yet I knew she totally was thrilled to have this done to
her. She never would have allowed someone to do this if it was offered, and she
would never ask. But in her desire to feel naked, it was meant to happen, just
as it was, without any discussion, planning, anxiety, or worry.
(In case you are wondering about my willingness, or ability
for shaving another, feel free to read the background story in the blog I wrote
“Of Course I have No Body hair”. You can see that here: http://enterwithanopenmindorclosedeyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/ya-gotta-climb-and-play-photo-by-jons.html
After all the long hair had been trimmed to a short-stubble,
I got the jug of water, a towel, the shaving gel, and the razor. The water and
gel had warmed up nicely in the sun, and were the perfect temperature for the
most perfect-shave! I got the towel wet, and moistened every inch of her lower
body. Then I applied the shave gel. She looked like she was about to melt from
pleasure. (I happen to know that feeling very well, and that is part of why I
did this the way I did!) She was not the only one who was enjoying the feel as
I massaged the warm, creamy gel into all of her stubbly hair. And, yes, I made
sure to massage as I went, and made sure I did not miss an inch of her body. She made it very clear that she not only "tolerated" this, but that she thoroughly enjoyed, welcomed, and desired every touch, and I could have continued this for the entire day, without a complaint. I
usually have shaved others in a shower, or tub, so this was a new venture, but
it was not difficult. Of course, I needed to move her legs accordingly to get
the proper angle, and perfect shave. From her reactions, I could tell she was
completely unfamiliar with shaving techniques. I knew she had never shaved
herself, but I had guessed that when she came into my bathroom and chatted with
me while I showered and shaved, that she has possibly learned some about how to shave the
body, legs, and other sensitive regions. She definitely watched closely as I did my own, and was aware of what I was doing, in detail, also, she watched even more intently as Jill shaved me many times (Details of which I will reveal in Part III of this writing), yet she never attempted to put those same movements into her own mind for the techniques needed for shaving her today. I imagine that she did not actually connect what she had seen many times with what was being done today, since she was in so much bliss, with so many new feelings suddenly to grasp, and enjoy. That made for another entire
adventure… trying to maneuver her legs, and bits without her being faintly
aware of what I intended. Although she was not sure exactly how I intended to
move her to get the right angle in certain areas, she never once flinched, or
looked uncomfortable. She allowed me to position her as I needed, and was very
receptive and cooperative. I started at her feet, and worked my way up. I know
it must have been difficult to never look at what I was doing, but she was
perfect in holding her gaze outward! She looked amused at first, then as I got
higher up her legs, the look seemed to be of wonder, like she was trying to
figure out if I was going to go all the way. She had fully welcomed the applying of the shave gel to every nook, and I was sure she knew I would, but the look of anticipation told me she wondered. I could see the look of wonder, and the thoughts in her mind about "hmm, this is going to be interesting"... (She also definitely had the look that said she wanted to watch as I did this, and I knew it was tough for her to not look, but she held-true and never glanced down, keeping the anticipation, joy and wonder.) Of course, the gel had dried some, so I needed to re-moisten it, and I took this opportunity to give her some re-assuring massaging, caressing, and touch and I watched for signs that she may
not want me to continue. Not only did she never once show signs that she wished me to stop, she definitely showed all the signs of absolute pleasure, and wanting me to never stop. Keep in mind, that before this day, she had never wanted even any kind of touch, yet now could not get enough. She never once showed any indication that she was not
sure about this. Every indication was that she was absolutely thrilled to have
someone care so much about her, take such care, and be so thorough. And having all this done in a semi-public way, on a roof with others who were safe, caring, and trusted made it all the more special. All of this
was new to her. She had never had anyone do anything for her without there
being an ulterior motive, but she knew without a doubt that this was completely
for her, and she loved every minute of it! (And of course I loved it, too!)
I shaved every bit of her lower body. As I worked, I made
sure to keep the gel moist, and made sure to give her the smoothest, cleanest
shave she could ever imagine. I know
many people will only shave close to sensitive regions, and many will never
attempt to shave the vulva and anus. Not me. I do a thorough job. I make sure
the technique is loving, gentle, and she knew I would not harm her one bit.
Even as I made sure to get every detail in those areas, gently moving bits, and
making sure to not miss anything, she never once tensed-up, twitched, or
flinched. After I had given her the most thorough, smooth shave that was
possible, I got the warm water, and towel, and cleaned all the residue off. Of
course, I did not just splash water at her. I took the same care in the clean-up
as I had in applying the gel, and in the shaving.
I dried her off, and
then got the lotion to apply it to her freshly shaved body. At this point, she
stopped me and asked if I would shave the rest of her, too, before I applied
the lotion to her. I knew she meant her armpits, and was almost sure she meat
the hair on her belly, chest, and nipples, too. She looked slightly embarrassed, and self-conscious at the mention of her own body hair, because until that moment, the mention of it had not happened. She had a shy, slightly-brave smile, and said, "You have seen me naked, you know what I have in the way of hair. I want to remove it all." I thought about how I could do
this while she was still wearing the clothes. I was thinking about ways I could
lower a portion of the clothing, and raise it in other ways, so as to not make
her completely naked up here, but I was still sure I would get her clothes wet,
messy, and it would not be so good. I was not so sure I wanted to make her
naked unless she was the one to decide it was the right time. Yes, I totally
had her naked below the waist, and she was safely concealed behind the sheets
for this. I took a huge risk in even taking the initiative to go about it in
the way I had. I knew this was a huge step for her to even be this exposed,
vulnerable, and trusting. She could clearly see my conundrum, and told me it
was ok to remove her clothes for this shaving. She still had not looked down to
see what I had done with her, and she clearly was wanting to wait to have the complete
thrill of seeing her entire body shaved, and seeing her new outfit all at the
same time.
I stood up, and looked across the sheet at the others on the
roof. I had been below the sheet the whole time, and had not been able to see
what they were up to. Sandy had been watching, though. She had seen enough to
know they were free, comfortable and safe. The two girls were now both lying on
their backs, had removed their bikini bottoms, but were both wearing their
bikini tops. It amused me the funny ways they would wear only bits of the bikinis at different times, but they were happy, and Sandy was enjoying watching them, too. They also were quite happy with hearing what Sandy said. Lucy was
still naked, and watching Sandy the whole time. Lucy totally had the look of
approval in what Sandy had said. There was still activity of assorted naked people inside The Sorority House, and they were often looking our way, too. I looked at the height of the sheets, at The Sorority House, and back
at Sandy. I could tell she would be exposed if I removed her top for the
shaving. She could tell what I was looking at, and told me she did not mind if
they saw her topless.
She smiled at me, telling me she was sure, and then turned
to gaze out at the mountains again. She easily could have untied her top, and
dropped her skirt, but she clearly wished for me to continue pampering her,
take her clothes off for her, and shave the rest of her. I had created these
clothes, and she still had not even been allowed to see, or feel completely how
they were cut, fit, or looked. It made sense that she wanted me to remove them for this,
too!
I first undid and removed the skirt, so she was not as
exposed above the sheet any longer than she needed to be. Then I untied her
top, and took it off of her. As I did this, both of the girls, plus Lucy
watched eagerly. They did not watch as in a peep-show, or voyeuristic sort of
way, but in a way of shared pure delight of one who is experiencing a newfound
freedom for the first time, and wishing to share that joy. As I did, I watched her face. She looked like
someone who had just been freed from a lifelong prison! I wondered if with this newfound freedom, she
would ever put clothes on again. She looked more proud and free than I ever expected her to look. She looked across to The Sorority House, and could see that they, too were watching, and this made her only smile more proudly. I began the process on the top half of her body. I noticed
more of The Sorority girls were watching now, curious about why Sandy was naked
and being shaved on the roof. They could only see the portion above the sheets,
but it was enough that it got them curious.
The process was now familiar to Sandy, and she anticipated every step along the way. Of course I began with the scissors, and the process of trimming every hair to a short stubble. Then, of course wetting her skin, and applying the warm gel, massaging as I went. Then I shaved every last hair below her head. After finishing up, I completely
cleaned her off, toweled her off, and then applied the lotion to her entire
naked body, massaging the entire thing as I went. She loved every minute of it,
and still never once looked down to see what she looked like completely naked,
and completely shaved, too! She had not once moved her own hands down to feel
what her newly shaved skin felt like. She seemed to first want to feel it
through my fingers, as I massaged and applied the lotion. I am very familiar
with reading people through massage, and can feel more about what they feel,
desire, and react to through my fingers, than any words could ever express. As
I massaged her, and applied the lotion, I did not hurry. I allowed myself to
feel what she wanted, and made sure to linger, and give extra attention to the
areas she desired. I will not deny that this was mutually a very sensual,
intimate experience.
I have never before given a full massage to a person who
was standing. (Usually, the person is laying on a bed, a floor, or other
surface. This allows that person to simply become a limp-noodle and melt into
that surface they are on. They do not have an issue as to where to place their
hands, because they can simply let them fall on the surface, and they are not
in the way. Of course I would eventually work my way to the hands in a massage,
too, but it was not an issue as to where to put them.) The challenge of
massaging a standing person is to not allow them to fall over, or push and make
them stumble, or even feel like they may fall. That would ruin the whole feel
of the relaxation. Even though she was not yet touching her own body with her
hands, she had no problem figuring out where to place them. She happily placed them on me. She often had watched as Jill had soaped me many times. While I was down
low, she first placed them on my shoulders, but quickly allowed herself the freedom to allow them to wander, caress, and give me light, sensual massages as I did her. I did not discourage her, and welcomed it equally. We were both allowing ourselves some freedoms we had denied ourselves previously. Neither of us discussed, nor asked, we just went with what felt like it was the right thing. As I worked my way up her legs, I found
that if I used my own body (or portions, of my body) to brace against where I was massaging, it doubled
the sensuality. (Normally, anybody I would massage, I was careful to not allow myself any visible reactions... or I would hide the reaction due to embarrassment..., or to never allow my penis to touch them, or rub against them in any way. After allowing myself to be seen whenever Jill created a reaction, and Sandy having gotten very comfortable watching, I did not feel I needed to hide it, nor avoid it today, and she did not expect me to, either.) Not only was I massaging with my fingers, but we both got the
added bonus of the caresses from the rest of the parts touching, supporting,
and pressing. Normally, when it was hot, the last thing anybody welcomed was close-contact with another, but we both welcomed this today. As I worked up higher, she found places to let her hands gently wander, on my own body. She was comfortably finding ways to touch my body, and give gentle
caresses as I did the same for her. I could tell by the way she eagerly touched, caressed, and moved her fingers, that she had studied much of what she had seen Jill do with me. By having watched Jill with me many times, she completely knew what I liked, how much was enough, and when to change, so as to not take it beyond sensual into sexual. By her allowing herself the freedom to place her hands on me, allowing herself to play, feel, and explore, this had double benefit. This made sure she was not yet feeling
herself, but allowing her to take it all in through my touch, yet at the same time gave her the "excuse" to touch me, too. Keep in mind, that until this day, neither of
us had touched the other. So for her to know her touches were completely
welcome, and fully appropriate without ever asking, or without my saying so,
was an incredible connection for both of us! We both gave the other incredible,
sensual, intimate, loving touch, without ever making it sexual, awkward, or
uncomfortable. Knowing that until now, Sandy had only seen me with any "reaction" if Jill was the one causing it, and unless Jill was the reason for my reactions, I had (almost) always hidden any from Sandy. (I give much more detail on this in Part III of this writing.) We both fully understood that sensual was far more rewarding,
mind-blowing, and intimate than sexual ever was. After I finished with
massaging the lotion into every inch of her body, I then went back and did it
all again with sun block. My general rule is no longer than 20-30 minutes the
first time your skin sees the sun. Even though she had gotten some sun while
inside her sliding door, this was her first time outside, fully in it. It had
been just over 30-minutes, and I definitely did not want her to get burned!
Usually, I would never apply sunscreen to another human. I just felt that was
something that person should take care of for themselves. But on this day, I
happily applied it to make sure there was not a spot that was missed on her
entire body. On this day of her discovering freedom, the last thing I would allow was for her to get burned, and turn it into a bad thing.
While I was applying the sun block, Lucy got a phone call
from her dad. He had been over here many times before, and he knew all of us.
He knew I was a nudist, had seen me naked many times, and never flinched. I
just guessed that he Knew Lucy was, too, since she was so free and naked as
much as possible. She was definitely “Daddy’s little girl”! She called him
“Daddy” when she talked to him. That is how we knew she got the phone call from
him. She answered it, “Hi Daddy!” Then she told him over the phone that “We are
up on the roof, come on up!” After she hung up, she had that same wicked grin
she had shown me when I first told her of my plan for naked on the roof today. I knew at that moment he did not realize she was a nudist, and this was her plan for "coming-out of her closet". She told all of us her Daddy would be here in a few minutes, in case any of us
wished to cover-up. She did not make an effort to put anything on, so the other
girls did not either.
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Haha, the Sign we possibly should
have posted at the bottom of the
stairs. :)
|
I had to admit it was quite effective, and even funny, but I
was not so sure I would break this sort of news to someone in the same manner.
You could tell Lucy was confident in how she handled it, and
was also quite proud of herself, too! We all greeted him as we would have if we
were not up on the roof naked with his naked daughter. He was still kinda shocked,
and not sure what to do. Lucy set a towel out for him, and offered him a cold
water. He sat down, partly to avoid falling over from the shock, and quickly
drank the water. He was suddenly more thirsty than he was five minutes before.
He finally stammered out the words, “Why are you naked?” At this, she started
explaining her love of being naked.
I took that as my cue to finish dressing Sandy. Once she was
dressed, I told her she could look, now. The look that crossed her face was
exactly what I had expected! She
absolutely loved it! She examined it completely, looking at how I cut the
pieces, and running her hands along every inch of the new creations! She was
grinning hugely, happier than any of us had ever seen her, and started to
dance, twirl, and bounce! As she did this, she told me I could remove the sheet-curtains.
She wanted everyone to see the new look! The anticipation she held also carried
out to the rest of us, too! Once the sheets were down, Lucy stopped what she
was saying to her Dad, to stare, and look at Sandy, too! Then she saw where her
dad was looking, and could see the same angle he could. She jumped-up, and
grabbed Sandy, holding her skirt down tight against her legs. She whispered to
Sandy that the way she was twirling, her naked parts were visible under her
skirt. Sandy grinned, and said she knew, and it felt wonderful! We all laughed,
and understood that joy, and freedom. All of us laughed, except Lucy’s Dad. He
still looked a bit bewildered, and not sure what to make of all this.
The poor guy came over thinking he was just going to see his
little girl again, and was caught off-guard by a naked-fest! Lucy asked if it
would be easier if she covered herself up. He thought about it, then looked
again at her. This time, he did not just see a naked woman, he saw the joy in
her eyes, the confidence, the freedom, trust, risk, and comfort. He looked around at all of
us, and saw the same thing. He told her she could be any way she wished, as
long as she was safe and happy. She assured him that is exactly what it is all
about. She then was able to talk freely with him, and help him understand more
about why we were all naked. She explained much of our lives since she had
moved-in, and explained what we did with Sandy today.
Just as she was explaining about Sandy, Sandy happened to
decide to see, feel and discover what she looked like completely shaved. So, Lucy’s Dad looked
over at Sandy, cuz Lucy was telling him about her, and Sandy happened to lift
her skirt for a full-on view, feel, and study! This was more than her dad could
handle, and had to turn to face the other way. We all laughed, since to the
rest of us, it was perfectly acceptable, and even expected! Everyone who has
ever shaved for the first time knows how wonderful it is to see, and especially
wonderful to feel. It looks and feels completely different than it had before.
Sandy spent as much time examining her entire shaved body as she had examining
her new outfit. She was grinning the whole time, too! Of course, we all looked,
and shared the joy, enthusiasm, and wonder of it, too. Sandy untied her top to
examine her hairless breasts, too, and was not at all embarrassed at who might
see her. After she was finished exploring every inch of her skin, she re-tied
the top, came over and gave me a long wonderful hug. She thanked me over and
over, and told me she never would have twirled if she was still wildly hairy.
She absolutely loved the look of her outfit, and the feeling of freedom, and
naked, but still not totally naked. She loved how her entire hairless body
looked and felt! She could not stop feeling herself, and staring, too! Then she
sheepishly asked me to help her learn how to keep it that way. She asked me
about my thrill to be able to handle all her hair, then about how it felt to
shave it all off. Then she thanked and hugged me some more.
Lucy and her Dad were talking. He was actually able to talk,
and look at her, but not seem to notice she was naked. She was able to convince
him that he had seen her naked her whole life, and it was never a problem. She
explained how he even saw her every time she got out of the shower while she
still lived with them (her parents) so why would it be different to see her
now? She explained how every time he had come over, she was naked when he first
arrived. He also saw how relaxed all of us were about simply naked living, and
that helped. She explained how she had seen him naked, and never once thought
it was strange, nor had he reacted in any way that would make her
uncomfortable, so why would it be any different here, than it was the entire
rest of her life? He explained how he saw it differently, since this was not
just seeing her naked because she had gotten out of the shower and went naked
to get dressed. It was different because he saw her whole body, and she was not
just going past to get dressed, she was just hanging-out, and fully-visible for
any to see every detail of her entire body. She totally understood his view.
She also wanted to be sure he understood her view. She explained how wonderful
it was to be able to stay naked after a shower, how free it was to not worry if
someone saw her for more than two seconds. She explained how she knew she had a
knock-out body, and how it was totally ok that it was visible. When he blushed
at her mention of her body, she knew perfectly well how to handle that. She
explained that he was her Daddy. He created this wonderful body, and should not
be ashamed of it, but instead proud of it. She told him how he should not at
all be ashamed to admire it, hug it, and know she was his beautiful daughter.
She explained how there is a bond between her and him that no other man could
dream of having. Her bond with her Daddy was deeper than any lover could come
close to knowing. Her Daddy helped create this body, nurtured it, kept it safe,
loved, and helped the soul which this body contains to grow into a wonderful
woman with dreams, and the love of life that he helped her to discover. He was
starting to get tears in his eyes, and she knew how to handle that, too. She
stood up in front of him, took his hand, and had him stand, too. Then she gave
him a hug. It was a hug that any Dad who had raised a wonderful daughter knew,
and understood. This time, he did not look awkward, embarrassed, or ashamed.
Instead, he hugged her as tight as she hugged him. Then he picked her up, in
the hug, and twirled her around just like she was still his five year old
little girl. He set her down, but still did not release the embrace. She had
made her point. He was still teary-eyed, but smiling broader than Sandy had
been all morning. She gave him a kiss, and when he let go, he looked like he
was floating on a cloud.
We noticed more and more activity inside The Sorority house.
We also noticed there were others, besides just the girls, and many of them
were naked. Of course this had us curious, but we would just have to wait to
see what they were up to. So far, none had come out on their balcony. They
smiled and waved from inside.
As Lucy and her Dad were talking, we noticed many moving
trucks, pick-up trucks, and assorted other vehicles gathering in the parking
lots of the surrounding apartments, dorms, and homes. In no time, every
balcony, window, stairway, walkway, and doorway had people in them. Even though
most of the students had done a mass-exit, and gotten out of town as soon as
classes were over last week, today seemed to be the “official” move-out day. It
became clear to all of us up here, that 11 am seemed to mark the official time
the families could show up and move their child’s belongings out. (The University
set strict rules as far as what times the moving-in and moving-out could occur.
They scheduled it so it was not a long, drawn-out process, but instead a swift,
chaotic event.) The kids had all left town, but now returned, with families,
for the complete move-out. It was amazing how our peaceful, quiet neighborhood
suddenly transformed into a noisy moving party. Our semi-private naked rooftop party was quickly becoming a highly-visible naked event... but none of us were bothered, and it still felt right, comfortable, and even welcomed by our neighbors.
We were highly visible to every one of these people. To the
students, it was no big deal to see naked people around the neighborhood, but
to the families, it was completely a different story. Here were many dads,
reacting just like Lucy’s Dad had reacted. You could see how the little
brothers and sisters would giggle, and laugh, stare, but pretend they were not
looking, and just be in awe of their older sibling for being in a place where
they could see naked people. (To a kid, Naked is always funny.) You could see
that the dads of boys looked at it differently than the dads of girls. You
could see how the moms handled it much better than the dads did. And, of
course, most of the kids knew Lucy, and also the other two girls who were naked
up here. They also knew me and Sandy by sight, but not in the same way. These students
shared classes with Lucy, and the Girls. They shared a neighborhood with me and Sandy.
So, they were all making it a point to come out on the balconies, or hang out
the windows to talk. Some would come over, and climb up to the roof to give
goodbye hugs, exchange contact info, etc. The kids did not ever seem to act
like naked was at all unusual, and this completely baffled their parents. Some
of the kids would bring their little brother or sister, just so they could get
a close-up view of such a thrill. (Imagine what those little kids would tell
all their friends they saw at the college!) A few of the parents came over with
their kids, because they knew Lucy, or the other girls. Those parents did not
react, and were perfectly calm. Lucy’s Dad observed all of this, and was
beginning to understand what it was all about.
The Sorority Girls had not come outside yet, so as to not
intrude on our “private” naked party. Once they saw all the other kids coming
up to say goodbye, they figured it was safe, and not intruding. As the girls
opened their balcony doors, and came outside, it became clear why we saw others
besides just the girls. Not only were there the usual Sorority Girls, but it
was clear they all had their families with them, too! The Sorority Girls all
greeted us, like they normally would, not even blinking at the fact that there
was a naked party up here, or at all embarrassed for their families to be seen
naked with them, nor for their families to see our lifestyle. It was not at all
unusual for us to see some of these girls naked, but what was unusual was that
it was not just them. As more people emerged from within the house, it became
clear that they had planned their own naked day, too! They quickly explained
how they had planned a formal, end-of-year dinner and dance for this evening.
This event was for the entire Sorority, their families, and some alumni. They told us many of their boyfriends were attending the formal event, but were not allowed during the casual family afternoon time. The
formal event was scheduled to begin at 4 in the afternoon. Some of the girls,
and their families needed to come early to set-up, and prepare for the event.
The girls had told their families about how free and comfortable our
neighborhood was, and many had visited, seeing it for themselves. Many of the
families, especially the younger brothers and sisters, had expressed interest
in being able to have a naked day before the big event. Everyone involved
thought it was a wonderful idea, and since their balcony is mostly secluded,
only being visible from our roof, or our own balconies, it seemed like a
perfect opportunity for everyone who wished to be naked to do so in a safe
environment. Their balcony was the same height as our roof, and only about
15-20 feet away. Of course the girls all laughed when they arrived today, and
saw we had made pretty much the same plans, thinking they would not be home
today.
They had not planned on seeing us up on our roof, since we
usually only were up there after dark. That only made them hesitate a moment,
though. Anyone who had wanted to get naked had already done so, just had not
come outside yet. They told us how they planned a day of sun, BBQ-ing, and
relaxing before they all had to get fancied-up for the big event tonight. They
all figured they could be naked, enjoy the sun, get sweaty, and then go shower
before getting dressed-up. Today was about celebration. Then after the
dinner/dance was over, some of the families would stay the night, some would go
to hotel rooms. Then in the morning, they all would gather again, have
breakfast, then move out all at once.
It was already clear that anyone
who associated with The Sorority Girls knew how to behave, and were not a
threat in any way. None of The Girls’ Dads, or older brothers got naked, but
they also knew how to behave, and were nice, polite, and respectful. The Dads were not at all shy about being around naked people, and did not look awkward, or uncomfortable. This told me they had been used to seeing their daughters naked socially before this day. The older brothers were funny, though. None of them looked comfortable when their naked younger sister, or their naked mom happened to be near them. They seemed quite alright around any of the naked young ladies who were not related to them, but just not with their own relatives. Some of
the Moms got naked, and looked like they had just discovered a freedom they
never knew existed! Some of the Alumni were eager to join in the naked freedom, and some were not so comfortable. The resident house-moms also freely got naked, but this was nothing new for them, as they often were naked with the girls during the rest of their time living here. Most of the younger brothers and sisters were happy, and
eager to be naked! The ages of these ranged from toddlers all the way to high school. For some of these kids, it appeared it was their first time being naked around mixed-company, and you could see how liberating it was for them, and how it did not take long to forget they were naked. For some of the young teens, you could see it was a bit more awkward, and it took them a while to know how to react, and interact with others while they were naked. (Of course, the youngest ones had that eternal grin, at both
the idea of being allowed to run naked, AND at seeing the older people naked,
too!) The Sorority Girls looked very pleased at how comfortable, and happy
everyone was!
Of course, The Sorority Girls knew all of us very well, and were quite familiar with our nakedness, and naked adventures. They never minded that we could see them from our balconies, and from when we were up on our roof at night. They were quite comfortable living their own lives naked, and never worried about closing their blinds, since other than our view, nobody else in the neighborhood could see their balcony or in their windows. They had, of course seen Sandy when she would sunbathe naked just inside her sliding door, and were totally respectful, knowing she did not desire the attention. Sandy knew they could see her, and never tried to hide from their view, knowing they were safe, and trusted. But, today, since they had seen part of the shaving and could only guess at what they could not see behind the sheets, They all came to the close-edge of their balcony, and asked Sandy to come closer to them. She was still not comfortable going close to the edge, so she asked if I would hold her. I happily did. She walked cautiously, with me holding her, and when she was about five-feet from the edge, she decided that was close enough for her. The girls understood this, too, and congratulated her on her progress. She beamed with pride. She knew these girls were genuine, caring, and loving! They all congratulated her on her new outfit. At this, she had me let go of her, and she twirled for them (although it was clear she was twirling equally for herself, too!) Then she had me hold her again. They cheered! They hinted that when she twirled they caught a glimpse under her skirt, and asked if she would be willing to show them what I had done behind those sheets. Without missing a beat, she eagerly lifted her skirt, and I let go of her again, knowing she would want to twirl again. She was giggling, and laughing, lifting her skirt, and twirling for everyone to see her newly shaved body. The girls cheered, and encouraged her. Of course their families were not quite sure what all of this was about, but left it alone without making a big deal out of it. Everyone was happy, comfortable, and enjoying such a wonderful day!
For the continuation of this series, Please go here: http://enterwithanopenmindorclosedeyes.blogspot.com/2012/06/naked-on-roof-part-iii.html
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I chose this place to break off this writing, to be
continued in a third-part of this Wonderful Naked-on-the Roof for Memorial Day.
The events of this day are too many to include in just one writing, but are
such an important part of how they all lined-up to make this The Absolute Most
Wonderful Memorial Day Ever! Rest assured, that soon I will post the third part,
and hopefully I won’t make you wait too long to see what happened. Meanwhile, I am honored that you are
interested enough in what makes my life so wonderful, and the events that have
helped make me who I am. I express my life and the events that have happened
solely for the purpose of finally getting it all written-down. In many ways, I
do it as therapy for myself. Often because of other events that are happening
in my world, taking myself back to a happier place, and at the same time
opening-up myself to anyone who wishes to possibly understand me a little
better. If my writings in any way reach someone, or help another to understand
life better, then the fact that it is available, I am honored to have been able
to help.
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