Chapter 18. Peter – Thursday

Hi All,

It is some time since I posted a chapter of my story ‘Nustock Body Freedom’ and I feel people may have forgotten about it. Also new readers would have to dig a long way back to find the beginning. So at the beginning of this next chapter I am inserting two links.

Here is a link to Chapter 1 posted on October 4 2022 https://nficstoryboard.com/content/nustock-body-freedom/

and here is a link to the last chapter I posted: Chapter 17, 29 March.

https://nficstoryboard.com/content/sara-visit-from-a-triage/

I hope to complete the story soon. There will be another four chapters, three are mostly written but requiring considerable editing.

Best

Rikki Bare

Now the chapter:

Chapter 18. Peter – Thursday

Thursday began even hotter and the antiquated A/C in his rented home didn’t make much difference. Having eaten dinner and fallen asleep in the relative cool and damp of the rainstorm Peter tossed and turned for much of the night and churned the events of the day over and over, mixing the worrying with missing Sara and hoping she would come back to him. He awoke sweating around dawn. The storm had had no permanent effect on the heatwave and the digital thermometer on his alarm clock told him it was already 103°f outside.

At 8 am, after showering for the third time since last night Peter checked his phone, it showed him a new style list of appointments for the day. Each one was surrounded by a colored border. Green for ‘Clothing Optional’ and red for ‘Clothed’. There was also a reminder that company policy was to respect customer’s preferences and if possible to please arrive naked at ‘CO’ addresses.

Peter still felt doubtful about going around town naked in broad daylight. He took another of his new uniform tunics out of it’s wrapper, slipped it on and began to prepare his breakfast. Five minutes later he was sweating profusely and stripped naked again.

Opening the door cautiously he looked out. Nobody was around and he slipped across the yard and loaded the tunic into the front of his truck together with his worksheet and refreshments. Returning indoors he collected the equipment he needed, buckled his tool belt around his naked torso and went outside to load the truck.

Safely back inside again he double checked his first appointment. The message was framed in green, “Go Naked if Possible”. Well the weather made it seem more normal he thought, so now or never. Peter then read the address, “135 James Connolly Avenue”. He knew the street it was in a run-down area to the east side of Nustock. Not a place to flash your bits around last time he went there, but perhaps it had changed. He decided he would dress before he got there and only whip his tunic off at the last moment if it seemed safe.

After spraying himself liberally with sun block he headed out once more. He was about climb into the cab when a voice called out. ‘Hi Peter good to see you have finally freed your body.’

Keeping himself partially concealed by the truck Peter turned to see his neighbor, Helen standing on her front porch. She was totally naked.

‘Glad I caught you I want to invite you and Sara to a barbecue and a plunge in our new pool on Sunday. I see you are already dressed for it so will you come?’

‘This sounds great Helen. I’ll have to ask Sara and she’s away for a few days and I’m not sure how she will take to going nude, but things are changing so fast that she may well agree.’

‘She can always wear a bikini,’ she waved at the new CO sticker on her mailbox, ‘CO is not compulsory nudist.’

‘OK.’ Peter steeled himself and stepped out from behind the truck. Appearing naked in front of his neighbor was a bit alarming but after yesterday decided to go for it. He felt nervous and absolutely no urge towards arousal as he would have been a week earlier. ‘How long have you been freeing your body?’ he asked Helen.

She laughed, ‘not long, we started in the house ten days ago and then Mike set up the pool so it extended to the back yard. I ventured out front for the first time yesterday to put up the CO sticker. I was seen by five people, two of whom were naked. Those that weren’t only had smiles and one said “you’re bold I wish I dared” and fingered with the strap of her bikini top.

‘I am going down to main street nude in an hour, it will be my first time so wish me luck. How about you Peter?’

‘Body freedom is a new company policy for CO customers and I repaired my first A/C in the buff yesterday. I admit it was scary at first but the customers were naked, the whole family all five of them, so I soon got used to it. Now my first two are going to be nude so I am preparing for more exposure today.

‘It’s seems to be becoming infectious and this heat certainly helps. I slipped a tunic on when I was getting ready and it was so hot I pulled it off again.’

‘So we are both newbie nudies then, good luck Pete,’ Helen patted him on the shoulder and turned to go inside.

‘Good luck to you too Helen.’ Feeling greatly encouraged Peter set off across town.

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James Connolly Avenue was even more run down than he remembered it. The small single story “ranch style” houses had open yards in front of them just big enough to park a couple of cars in. Even the street trees were spindly and unhealthy looking, they were surrounded by weeds and rubbish. Number 135 was even more dilapidated than it’s neighbors. Peter eyed it doubtfully. Did he really need to get out of his truck naked and approach such a run down premises? Then he spotted a new “CO” sticker on the door and another on the mailbox. Definitely the right place. Picking up a large tool bag he tentatively popped his door open and stepped out.

The verbal assault hit him as he walked round to the side door of his truck.

‘Oh no not another one and at nine in the morning too. Put some clothes on or go away you pervert. I’m calling the police.’ A man in late middle age wearing a short sleeved shirt and fawn slacks shouted at Peter from the front porch of the next door house. His house was much cleaner and tidier than most in the street with a neatly clipped hedge and rose bushes in the yard. There was an old but sparkling clean car in the driveway.

The man pulled out a mobile phone. ‘It used to be a respectable area this did, now we get all these perverts and riff-raff all the time.’

‘Sorry to offend you, I’m here to service the AC in Number 135.’ Peter replied putting on his best professional voice. ‘My company requires me to dress according to the wishes of the customers and these asked for nude, so nude I am. It’s perfectly legal to be naked in this town.’

‘You’ll burn in hell you will, you pervert!’ The man started to dial a number.

At that moment the door of No 135 was opened by a very large naked man who shouted at his neighbor, ‘Put it away Donaldson or I’ll report you for harassment.’ he paused and looked Peter up and down. ‘You must be Peter from Nustock Air Con company? Welcome, come on in and don’t mind him the police know him and ignore his calls.’

Peter was ushered inside and into the lounge where a very elderly woman was seated in a deeply padded armchair covered in wet towels. She was also naked and made no attempt to cover up.

‘Can you make us cooler sonny,’ she asked without ceremony. ‘Even without clothes we are dying of this heat.’ she turned to her son, ‘Jamie will you re-soak my towels and please run the faucet until the water is properly cold, not like last time.’

Peter looked at the old fashioned A/C under the window which clanked and rumbled without giving out any cool air. ‘I’ll do what I can,’ he replied, and started removing the cover.

An hour later after a thorough clean inside and outside. The still noisy machine was emitting a stream of moderately cool air. Peter had squatted naked in the yard for twenty minutes to free the weeds and dirt from the heat exchanger and the fan. He was fearful of more abuse from the neighbor but fortunately he did not reappear.

‘Best I can do it’s really past doing anything with.’

‘It will do us. We don’t want it so cold we have to put on clothes,’ the old woman cackled and winked at him.

The next two visits one red where Peter had to sweat in his tunic and one green where he was welcomed by two pleasant youngish women in soaking wet housecoats, went without incident. These finished Peter slipped his tunic on and went to the lakeside bar for lunch.

He was served by Helen. She was dressed in a very small bistro apron that was only just big enough to hold an order pad and pen. It covered the upper part of her shaven pudenda and her clit but left her labia displayed bright pink below it. Her pert breasts were tanned almost as dark as the rest of her but still showed a touch of redness.

Catching Peter looking Helen grinned. ‘Do you like our new uniform?’

‘Very much.’ Peter looked her up and down beaming.

‘No touchee now, I’m not available’ Helen went on.

‘Do you get hassled much?’

‘I did a bit on Tuesday but not anymore. It’s astounding how quickly people get used to things. The main problem since we went ‘CO’ is how busy we’ve been. We can hardly cope but the tips are great.’

She eyed his new Tunic. ‘Do you really need to wear that in this heat?’

‘Not really, but I wasn’t sure what was allowed. The Wild Power Coop, our new merged company, has gone clothing optional and issued these so we can quickly slip them on and off depending on customers preferences. I’m naked underneath.’

‘Then take it off before you melt. Look around you to see the change.’

Peter looked around the terrace, it was packed, his table had been the only empty one, and two thirds of the customers were naked. The others were watching them and talking about stripping off. A large clothes rack had been wheeled in and placed by the bar. It was draped with clothing, dresses, tunics and board shorts mostly. He removed his tunic with the Wild Power Coop logo and hung it on the rack.

Next to his table two tables had been pushed together. They were occupied by four naked teenagers, three girls and one boy. Two boys in board shorts went over and asked if they could join the girls, whom they clearly knew.

‘No not dressed you can’t.’ one girl told them told. ‘this is a nudie table.’

‘Strip off and hang your clothes up, then you can sit down.’ A rather large blond girl added smiling and winking.

At another table Peter observed Suzie sitting with a group of friends, both male and female. All were naked and among them were the two boys who had watched her wade into the lake in her dress two days ago. Then they had been the reason she hadn’t stripped off. Now she was sitting with it all hanging out sharing lunch with them.

Peter relaxed over his coffee. His after lunch booking to quote for an extension to an AC system had been canceled and he had an hour free unless Melissa rang from the office.

His quiet time in the shade of the parasol was interrupted by shouting. ‘Rosie where are your clothes? How dare you bring shame on me and your father by exposing yourself in public, and with all these disgusting perverted boys and shameless hussies too.’ A large woman in a dark dress with a small floral pattern came charging along the boardwalk and seized one of the girls sitting in the group of naked teens by the arm.

A tall slim brown girl stood up and confronted the woman. ‘Mrs Sweeney, its not shameful to be nude. Rosie’s body is just a body like mine or the boy’s and everyone else’s. You could go nude too and there would no shame in that either. Nude is normal and healthy. We are nudies and it’s OK to be nude in our great town. Nude is not Rude, the people voted to say so.’

Rosie grinned at her, ‘Thank you Jennie.’

The woman turned purple in the face.

‘It’s dangerous and distracting to see naked bodies around. Boys and Girls could be driven to sin by seeing other’s private parts. I see you have been corrupted by that campaign by

that Jane Seymour and Alison Goodie who conned the voters with that campaign after the leftists stole the election. Wearing clothes shows the difference between Humans and Animals God made it so.’

Jennie responded. ‘God made us in his image and saw that we were good so how can our bodies be sinful?’

The woman turned to Rosie still held in a firm grip. ‘Where are your clothes you little hussy?’

‘Dunno left them somewhere this morning, a friends house, not sure whose. We all decided to become full time nudies and dumped our clothes in a bag for her mother to take to the goodwill.’

This produced more apoplectic shouts from the woman which were cut short when Rosie struggled from her grip and dodged to the other side of the table. ‘Rosie come back you will obey me,’ the woman screamed. As Rosie ran off she she shouted after her, ‘ROSIE YOU ARE TO RETURN HOME AT ONCE. If you are not back by six and properly dressed I won’t let you in and you are no longer a daughter of mine.’

After this the woman stormed off and the crowd of young people applauded Jennie and Rosie who had returned as soon as her mother had disappeared. The older customers were less enthusiastic but there was a smattering of applause from there as well. Several of the girls at Rosies table said ‘come and live with us,’ a naked boy said ‘come with me I’ll look after you.’ This brought a howl of derisive laughter from the crowd. ‘No chance Mick’ someone shouted to more laughter.

Peter finished his coffee and went and retrieved his tunic. The next visit required he was dressed as the appointment was flagged in red so Peter was surprised when a naked teenage boy opened the door. His mother’s called angrily from another room in the house.

‘Put your shorts on Adam before you open the door.’

‘Too late mother I’ve already opened it. My body’s free and I choose to be naked. I’m allowed to be naked anywhere now.’

‘Not in this house it’s not!’

‘But Ma it’s too hot for clothes. He called back.

His mother appeared from another room. She was dressed in a knee length summer dress and was looking very hot and agitated. ‘Adam this nonsense has got to stop. You are not to prance around nude, it’s disgusting. Go to your room now at once, you are grounded and in great trouble and your Father and I will deal with you as soon as he gets in.’

She turned to Peter. ‘Sorry about my exhibitionist son. I hope you aren’t offended by his disgusting display.’

Peter replied with an embarrassed smile, ‘Not at all madam, no problem. I see lots of naked people in this job and I’m used to it – live and let live is my motto. I’m here about your air-con, what is the trouble?’

She lead Peter to the utility room where the whole house air-con was located. There was a row of red lights on the control panel. It took him the rest of the afternoon to change the pump and get the system working.

Passing the woman a draft invoice Peter said ‘Sorry it’s so expensive but at least Adam won’t have that excuse for stripping off any more.

Peter was feeling extremely hot as he loaded his tools into his truck. Once he had walked round to the street side and the woman could no longer see him he pulled his tunic over his shoulder and opened the driver’s door. As he was climbing into the cab, the boy, Adam, came running from the side of the house still naked except for trainers and dashed across the street. Startled by seeing David naked he paused and stared. Peter gave him a thumbs up and he grinned and went on his way.

Peter remained naked for the drive home and whilst he unloaded the valuable tools and stowed them. He considered putting a CO sticker on his mailbox but decided against it as he thought Sara would not approve.

Still missing Sara, he hadn’t the spirit to cook himself a meal and texted his local delivery service for a Pizza and prepared for a nude night in with a movie and some beers.

Twenty minutes later he has switched on the TV and was waiting for the local news and weather. He was half way down his first beer when the doorbell rang. He put his beer on the table and went to open the door. A tall blond athletic young woman stood there with his pizza box in her hands. She wore a skimpy cropped tank top and minimal running shorts pulled up tight to reveal a pronounced camel toe. A bit grin spread across her face as she looked him up and down. Her gaze stopped on his groin for several seconds before she forced her eyes up and looked at his face. Peter instinctively brought his hands down to cover his genitals.

‘Hi there are you Peter? Here is your pizza.’ she paused looking at his expression. ‘Don’t worry I’ve seen a penis before and yours is a very nice one so you don’t need to cover it up for me.’

Peter slowly registered what she had said. ‘Hi, sorry I forgot I was naked.’

She gave him another grin and held the box of pizza out to him in a way that meant he had to raise his hands to take it. Looking down at him and still grinning she added, ‘That will be $12 please.’

Peter picked some cash off the side table and paid her including a generous tip.

‘Thank you, can I ask you a favor?’ she gave an embarrassed smile, ‘can I have a selfie with you? I’m so jealous that you can be naked when you want. The boss insists I wear clothes when delivering orders. I wear the minimum as you can see and I am nearly always naked the rest of the time.’ She pulled out her phone and moved to stand beside Peter. She pressed her body in it’s skimpy clothing against his naked one. Click it was done before he could comment. ‘Grab your phone and I’ll give you a copy.’

Mesmerized Peter picked up his phone and unlocked it. It pinged as the blue-tooth logged in and the picture appeared. ‘There you are and thanks, would you like another with all of me in it?’ She placed her phone standing on the sideboard and set a timer picture then pulled off her top and slid her stretch nylon shorts down to her ankles. The phone flashed. ‘Hope this is OK you seemed so sad and looked as you needed lifting up.’ Seconds later she had pulled her shorts up and was on her way waving her top like a flag and holding her phone up to view the photo.

Peter was left holding his pizza. His phone pinged again. The picture was clear and full frontal of both of them. Their feet were out of shot and they both appeared to be totally naked. Peter was left in a state of panic, who would she share it with? Would it be all over the internet? Worried he returned to the couch with his pizza. As he ate it he thought about Sara seeing the picture.

This worry was at the front of his mind when the local news came on. He ignored most of it but paid attention when it came to an item on the increase of nudity in Nustock. This report focussed on stores going clothing optional and displaying a CO sticker. It began with the picket outside the mall where the management was refusing entry to naked people and both sides were interviewed. Then the reporter visited a new CO coffee shop where the staff were all naked. She also visited his favorite lakeside diner and interviewed the owner, Yolanda. It was however the next place visited that snapped him to attention, Nutech the electronics retailer where Sara worked was having a “Strip Down Sale”

It started with a shot of the CO stickers on the door and sign and progressed to a clothed customer at the collect desk. The customer was looking at the swing door from the office. The door was pushed open and a naked woman backed into the room. Peter gasped in amazement when he saw it was Sara. She carried a big box of computer equipment which concealed her front from the top of her thighs to just above her nipples. This she placed on the low counter before talking to the customer. The camera moved to one side revealing her beautiful nipples and all the way down to her silky bush and lovely kissable florid labia below it. The reporter asked Sara and the grinning customer a few short questions and then turned to Callum the director to talk about why he was encouraging nudity in his store.

The item was short and when the news was over Peter was unable to focus on the weather and was about to shut off the TV when an advert for the Nutech ‘strip down’ sale came on. Viewers were invited to visit the Nutech website. When Peter did this the first picture was of Sara, this time seated naked at a computer terminal, processing on-line orders.

Totally confused and with a range of emotions surging through his head Peter shut off the TV and closed the website on his phone. He thought back to his fantasy of Sunday night and suddenly laughed out loud at his worries about the nude pizza photo. The fantasy had been of both Sara and himself in short skirts or tunics. Now it seemed it would be them both naked almost everywhere. He loved the idea and began getting really aroused. He would ‘drop in’ to see Sara tomorrow to catch her naked. Would he wear his new tunic, go naked? That would be a question to consider.

As he was planning this an e-mail with his Friday schedule came through. He was to arrive at the depot by 8.30am for an all day commissioning session for a new development of condominiums just out of town. A team from the whole of the company were to commission an integrated system of natural pool cum fire fighting reservior, air conditioning and renewable energy. The last line of the message stated “Apply plenty of sunblock as you will be working outside most of the time. You will not need clothing.”

Oh well he would have the make it Saturday to confront Sara. He put some cool jazz on the sound system and opened another beer. The temperature would be over 104°. He would be working outside naked. He had just found out his partner had become a full time nudist and he still hadn’t made it up with her. Could his life get any crazier?