Chapter 32: Clothing-Optional After-Party
Kaitlyn and I let go of each other and then ran around the crowd, me to one side, she to the other, so that we met back up together on the stage, grasping hands like they were magnetized.
Kaitlyn then spoke loudly to the group assembled, “Thank you, everyone! We two are going to get dressed again briefly for the formal photos. It’ll be our little secret that we aren’t going to wear underwear; only you here today will know that little bit of trivia, but you’ll remember it every time you look through these photos!”
Kaitlyn and I threw our wedding outfits back on, me skipping my socks in addition to underwear, Kaitlyn skipping her hold-up stockings. I helped her with the buttons up the back of the dress, and she helped me get my tie straight again. Jess took a bunch of pictures of this reverse strip tease.
Then we gathered everyone into several formal poses, Jess taking photos from a tripod and running around to get into the shot each time. I was amused to notice that she appeared in a different place in each shot, usually half-hidden, like she was photobombing the event.
Once we’d gotten all of the group shots, Jess took us off to do a bunch of couples poses while Kaitlyn’s family got lunch started.
When we got back, lunch was set up and ready for us, so Kaitlyn called everyone back to the stage. “Everyone, Davie and I will be serving lunch to you, our guests. C’mon! Let’s eat!”
Since the 4th of July picnic with Kaitlyn’s family, I’d bought a ceramic smoker of my own, and I’d prepared a barbecue brisket, smoked and cooked overnight, starting yesterday evening so that no knives were now necessary. I’d devoted a lot of time over the past weeks perfecting my recipe. It was really hard work getting all that barbecue down over those weeks, so much hard work. Yes.
Aaaanyway, we’d prepared salads, chips, and other assorted things to go with the brisket. Kaitlyn and I donned large white aprons and got everyone’s plates full, then joined them at the tables ourselves.
As we ate, the conversation settled on two topics.
First, everyone who hadn’t already heard the full story had to ask us about the World Naked Bike Ride. We mostly ended up filling in Joss, Jasper, and my parents, though everyone still had questions to ask that they hadn’t gotten in during the past several weeks.
I had one of my own: “Mary, how did your friends get along after we left them?”
“Oh, Davie, that’s a delicious story! Thank you for reminding me,” Mary replied, an elfin smile on her face. “So as we said earlier, they were the friends we stayed with who got all face- and body-painted, since they didn’t want to be recognized by other locals. We last saw them getting into their car that way, naked except for an all-over paint-job!”
Several surprised looks appeared around the table, then Mary went on, “It turns out that both of their immediate neighbors were at home working on their front yards when they drove up to their house and got caught. You see, in their general excitement, they’d forgotten to trigger their garage remote early, so they were stuck there in their driveway, on display while the door slowly crept up! The neighbor facing the driver’s side of their SUV saw Robbie painted to his scalp line; no way he could pass it off as just a strange tee shirt. But the thing that really tore the secret open was the other neighbor, who’d have had to be blind not to tell Sandra was all but topless, her danglies clad only in paint!”
We were all smiling by this point.
“Naturally, this show attracted their neighbors’ curiosity. So strong was the draw that both sets came over together and rang their doorbell shortly after the garage door closed. My friends didn’t have time to get dressed, so they dashed to their bathroom, threw on some bathrobes, and then ran for the front room to answer the door, panting from the excitement and the running. When their neighbors demanded answers, my friends held a little missionary lesson right there in their living room, telling their neighbors all about their ride and how they liked being all but naked in it, and how they even did some nude sunbathing in their back yard and skinny-dipping in their pool. Eventually, the neighbors talked the robes offa my friends, claiming that they wanted to see the artwork properly.”
There were a few outright laughs at that transparent pretext.
Mary concluded her story, saying, “One of these neighbors knew about the skinny dipping already, having caught them at it without saying anything about it, but it was news to the other. Anyway, they all agreed that they’d keep my friends’ secrets for a price: regular invites to join them in their back yard!” She finished with a laugh, and we joined her in it.
“I wonder if we’ll see any of them at the WNBR next year,” I murmured.
“Maybe,” Mary said. “Maybe so.”
“Who else here wants to go with Kaitlyn and I next year?” We raised our hands, and several hands went up to join ours. We were going to need a second car, I realized.
Carmen’s eyes were on our raised hands, and she said, “Let’s see the rings!”
The other women were first to crowd around us as we showed them off, but the guys all wanted a look, too. Kaitlyn bragged on me, “Davie made these!”
Jess said, “Really? I don’t remember you being a jeweler.” Other than my parents, she’d known me the longest of those present.
I just said, somewhat evasively, “It’s, um, a recent hobby.”
“Well, they’re nicely done,” Mama Mary said.
“I wanted something simple,” Kaitlyn said.
“I like the geometry,” said Jess.
“Not to be gauche,” said Sherry diffidently, “but are the stones real?”
“Yes, completely natural and conflict-free.” I didn’t add that I’d lifted them and the metals straight out of the ground from a nearby mine, then forged them right there on the spot, all entirely with my magic.
After everyone had admired the rings, we began talking about Kaitlyn’s newspaper interview. The wedding party wanted to see the photos, but we had to put this off until the sun got behind the cliff edges. Sunlight is murder on LCDs.
We had to settle for looking at copies of the paper that Kaitlyn’s parents had brought along, which carried two small photos, the newsprint process low in contrast and resolution, but my new wife was clearly recognizable in both. The smaller of the two was from the start of the photo shoot, Kaitlyn in her bright orange-and-yellow riding outfit, the very one she’d ridden in on our first bike trip together. Then, much bigger next to the article, they’d run an artsy shot of her, completely naked from behind, looking over her shoulder, turned just enough to show a lot of sideboob without any nipple, shot at a high enough angle to not show any vulva. Apparently this was tame enough to run even in a rural Utahan newspaper, at least with the right backing story. Many around the table expressed interest in seeing the full-color version. I had, and it was indeed glorious. That Chad guy with the newspaper was pretty good at his craft.
When everyone had had their fill of lunch, Kaitlyn and I got up from the table and returned to the stage, and Kaitlyn called out, “Everyone, please go over to the table over there,” she pointed, “and get one of the gift bags, from us to you, and bring them up here.”
When the stage was once again surrounded by our guests, Kaitlyn resumed, “We checked the weather before we left the house, and they said it’d be about 87 degrees by now, way too hot for formal clothes.” This was a prearranged signal to me, so I began undressing her again, this time with crisp dispatch. Kaitlyn went on talking as I disrobed her, “It’ll hit a high of about ninety-three later this afternoon, too hot for any clothes, so please join us naked!” There was some laughter from the wedding party at that. By the time the crowd had settled, I had Kaitlyn stripped bare, and she started on me, speaking to the crowd at the same time. “Inside the bag, you will find a small bottle of mineral oil. Those who will be joining us sky-clad on this hot summer’s day, please peel now and get yourselves lubed up.” She finished with a broad grin, trying to defuse any nervousness that this request might engender.
Kaitlyn and I had tried to make bets on who would be first out of their clothes after us two, but since we both said “Allison” we gave up on it, not being too interested in betting on second place. We were right: Allison was the first of the wedding party to strip after me.
Allison began urging her boyfriend to join her when she got down to her underwear and saw he was still standing there stunned. I then saw her walk up to him and whisper into his ear with a stern look on her face. Later, I learned she’d said, “If you ever want to see me naked again, you will join me in the buff right now.” He started peeling really fast after that.
As this little drama played out, Vin said to Jess, “I will if you will,” and Jess just started peeling. Vin wasn’t far behind her, both looking like they wanted to catch up to Allison.
Vin I’d already seen fully naked a couple of times now, and Jess I’d seen in a bikini at the WNBR, so I thought I had a pretty good idea what to expect with her, but I was wrong.
Back on that overcast July day, Jess had worn what’s called a full-coverage bikini, a term that only makes sense when you contrast it to the newer and skimpier types of bikinis. A full-coverage bikini still leaves the woman nearly naked, hiding away maybe 5% of their skin in total, yet the variation possible in that 5%…! I’d known back in July that Jess must have had a set of double-Ds under there, but that top had deceptively concealed her breasts’ pendulousness. She’s only 20, so they didn’t sag, precisely, but they were miles from “perky.” Yet even with gravity acting heavily on them, she managed to present an hourglass figure, her chest only a bit smaller than her well-padded hips. In short, she was huge up top; not freakishly so, but well above average. I was guessing 36DD.
Vin’s eyes were wide, staring straight at her breasts for a good five seconds before tearing his gaze away. I appreciated them myself.
Jess had also trimmed her bush in a straight quarter-inch buzz cut, quick and effective. Jess in a nutshell.
Carmen was no longer reluctant, stripping right in pace with her husband, though both more sedate than Miguel’s younger siblings.
Ramón was not the last to get naked this time. He and his wife were next to finish, leaving Jasper and Sherry still clothed, as well as my parents.
Sherry was whispering to Jasper, no doubt persuading him. I didn’t pry into what they said exactly, but I saw Jasper sigh lightly and start stripping, and Sherry caught right up and urged him along.
That left only my parents. Everyone was naked now except for them, so I walked over to them with my new bride and said in a quiet tone. “You don’t have to join us in the nude, if you don’t want to. You can stay as you are, or I can take you back to your hotel, but we really would like you to stay and enjoy the rest of the party.” My mother got a firm look on her face, and she started unbuttoning her blouse, my father following her lead.
I told them, “Thank you! This means a lot to me.” I interrupted their strip with a hug, then Kaitlyn and I returned to the stage and began lubing each other up with the mineral oil, followed by the rest of the crowd in due course.
That gave my parents time to finish without any awkward waiting, and so knowing we didn’t need everyone to be lubed up for this to work, Kaitlyn called out, “All right everyone, mass hug!” and we two started gathering our family and friends around us, we two in the center, everyone else sliding around us either smiling or laughing outright.
Allison made a point of entering one side of the hug and making her way clear through to the other side, kissing everyone she passed on the mouth, even my mother at one point. Everyone she passed looked happier for her passage.
Several of the couples stayed together for quite a while after the group broke contact.
Not a single man was without an erection by the end.
Kaitlyn then returned to the stage, saying, “There’s also some sunscreen in the bags for later, once your oil soaks in. And there over to the side, there are beach towels for those who’d like to sunbathe nude, as it is best done! For the rest of you, we have assorted games and activities available around the area. Vin will be giving shoes-only ATV rides — not too fast, Vin! — and the rest of us can sit down at the picnic table and play any of the board and card games we brought. Have fun, everyone!”
Vin and Jess went straight for the towels, Jess whispering in his ear. Clearly she was eager to get that promised naked sunscreen massage. I so deeply wished those two well.
We cleared the lunch things away and set out a couple of the games, Scrabble and Rook, a rummy type card game.
A few of the wedding party went off with Vin on his shoes-only ATV rides, including my mother! She came back giggling like a schoolgirl!
Jess went straight for the well-worn Scrabble game set, inveigling Vin, Kaitlyn, and I to play with her despite my good-natured warnings against it. She stomped us flat. The capper was when she played a single X on a triple letter score between an O and an A, making two 25-point words. One letter!
“So, what do I get as the winner?” she asked smugly.
Kaitlyn leaned over the table, plucked a raisin out of a snack bowl, and jokingly offered it to her. Jess grabbed it and ate it with a small smile.
Then Jess said, “No, I think I want something else. Davie, you’re going to give me a massage.” Then, in an impressive feat of mind over introversion, she added, “With your permission of course, Kaitlyn.”
“Oh sure, no problem,” my new wife agreed breezily. She knew we’d be good. As we got up, Kaitlyn got that I’ve-got-an-idea look on her face and called out to her mother, inviting her over to join us.
We four went over to the sunning area, and we had Jess and Mary lay down on the sand, Kaitlyn and I acting as masseuse and masseur to them.
Mary lay down on a towel, but Jess lay on the warm sand.
“The oil will attract sand,” I warned her.
“Yes, and then you’ll have to brush it off! Sounds like a feature to me, not a bug,” she replied with a wide grin. “Besides, the sand’s warm.” The other two just shook their heads at her, but I couldn’t deny the smile on her face as the massage proceeded.
We’d brought the rest of the mineral oil bottle, from which we’d made the small gift bottles, so we used that to get started on our clients.
I greatly enjoyed Kaitlyn’s hard body, but there’s also something nice about a well-padded female body. Let’s just say that Jess was very nice to work with, so much so that I had to hold tight to my mental control using my considerable meditation skills to avoid having an erection. At one point, when my head was near hers, she asked, “So, really not attracted to me after all, are you Davie?” I just smiled and let her go on thinking that. “It’s okay. You make a pretty good masseur. I think I’ll keep you on.”
“Most gratifying, madam,” I replied in my best servant’s voice.
With the two of us naked, a thought occurred to me: I could delve Jess magically! This I did and found what I’d expected: a bunch of back and joint problems from sitting at a computer desk for so many hours each day, a mild but developing case of DVT, and worst of all, a fairly bad case of carpal tunnel syndrome. Looking closer at her back, it looked like her case was complicated by repeated spinal twists to throw that heavy backpack on at least twice a day.
As I massaged her, I used my magic to heal each of these problems, timing the working with my strokes over the affected area. Jess almost began to purr at the release from pains she’d learned to ignore.
Vin had been watching me work on his new friend, so once I’d done the healing, I silently motioned him over and had him sub in for me, my finger to my lips to tell him not to give the game away. I then sat back and watched him. He clearly hadn’t just been checking out a beautiful young naked woman getting a massage, he’d been watching my technique, too. Jess’s eyes were closed, and as close as Vin’s massage technique was to mine now, I wasn’t sure she even noticed when we traded off.
When Vin finished, and Jess opened her eyes, she was a bit startled at the change, but she sat up and kissed him thoroughly. “I feel soooo much better, Vin! You’re a miracle worker.” Vin blushed as she stood up before him, then blushed even harder when she said, “Now brush me off.” Vin was gentle at first, but got increasingly more vigorous as the grittiest bits were removed so that it became more an exercise in dusting than in brushing. Jess jiggled wonderfully there at the end, both she and Vin looking very happy. I don’t mean just that he was smiling; he had a raging hard-on, too!
Jess then put the cherry on top: “Will you refresh my sunscreen, Vin, please? I’ll do you in return.”
“Oh, absolutely,” Vin gushed.
Kaitlyn winked at me and lead me away from the others. “Thank you, Davie. That was a very nice thing you did for him,” and she kissed me soundly.
When she released her lip-lock on me, I explained in an affected drawl, “Just givin’ ol’ Cupid a kick in the pants; see if I can get ’im over here to fire a few shots from that bow o’ his.”