Chapter 22. Rehabilitation
Peter spent a restless night.
He had tried phoning Sara many times during the past week but all but one of his calls had been rejected. The one time she did answer she told him to ‘go away I want to think. Yes I’m OK but for now leave me alone.’ He’d asked about her clothes and all the other stuff she had in his flat. She had replied vaguely saying she was staying with Jane and not to worry about her “stuff”. She might pop round at the weekend, she would call him first. His further calls had been rejected. Late on Friday afternoon Peter had received a minimal text from Sara. It said simply “Call me Tomorrow at 10.30am to make arrangements.” There was no hint about what the arrangements were for.
After his experiences during the last week and especially at Oak Lodge Farm on Friday including working with Patricia and discussion with her about working naked and being with naked women in a non sexual situation he thought he had learned a lot. He had realized that context was all, reading the other person’s body language was the key and sometimes it was appropriate to show interest when it was invited by implication. Patricia’s display when climbing on the roof had been one such and his unavoidable erection which had amused her was the best example.
Then seeing Sara naked on the TV had added to his confusion. Knowing what and when was still very hard and he was still fearful of screwing up. He thought about naked Patricia, all covered with dust and grass. She was Hot! Hot! Hot! The memory of when she flashed her pussy from the roof still got him hard.
Between these very arousing thoughts he worried about what Sara would say when he phoned her. Would she want to meet him? Or would she just want him to go out so that she could collect her stuff without seeing him?
He finally went to bed and drifted into a fretful sleep which mutated into dreams in which Patricia and he were having sex on the roof of the cabin. And she changed into Sara just as he reached climax but it was OK and he was fucking Sara on the couch in Starbucks with crowds of customers looking on. She had her shirt unbuttoned and was wearing a short denim skirt without underwear and he was naked. The woman in the pinstripe suit without panties from two weeks ago was watching him and egging him on to finish quickly so that she could eat Sara out. Patricia was watching too and masturbating as they fucked. Then Sara dissappeared as he finally came and he was shooting his load into the empty air. The pinstripe suit woman had her skirt open and was trying to catch the cum and rub it on her pussy. His cum was splashing down onto his chest and then all over the bed.
Peter awoke in the dark feeling the sticky mess and switching on the light saw that he had indeed sprayed cum all over the place. It was 5.45 AM and it was just beginning to get light. He got up and washed and feeling unable to go back to sleep went and made coffee.
Looking at the mess of the bed and the chaos in the room he stripped the sheet and threw it in the wash and began to clear and tidy. He also got out tee shirt, shorts and a Wild Energy tunic. Trying each on they were all so uncomfortably hot that he took them off again quickly. Finally he showered, shaved and sprayed himself liberally with sunblock. He stayed naked as he went and made breakfast.
At 10.30 he rang Sara.
‘Hello Peter’ She answered in a very somber, wary voice.
‘Sara please let me see you I’m so sorry I’ve been such an obsessive voyeur, I’ve been working hard to change.’
‘Sara gave a wry laugh. ‘Yes you have but if you have really changed I may forgive you. Get your ass over here like NOW and do exactly as I say for the rest of the day and maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you live. Depending on how you behave I may even let you live with me.’
‘Anything, I’ll do anything to get you back. I’ll never look at another woman again.’
‘Don’t make rash promises that you are incapable of keeping. Now get over here.’
‘But …… .’
‘No talking, no buts just get here.’
‘But where are you.’ Peter managed to get out before she cut him off again.’
‘Oh,’ Sara laughed, ‘We’re at Alice’s.’
Peter was puzzled, they had no mutual friend called Alice ‘Where? Where does Alice live.’ he asked.
‘Alice’s Restaurant dummy. Out by the lake side on the Clare County road. We’re in the yard, come in through the back gate from the car park.’
Peter paused. He had seen the place but had never been in it. ‘OK I know, sorry I didn’t make the connection.’
‘Are you at home?’
‘Then you have exactly twelve minutes to get over here.’ She shut off her phone.
Peter knew of Alice’s as the hippy place, where people hang out in the nude? Having seen Sara naked on Thursday night’s news that made sense. Was this the time to tell Sara that he was also working nude now? He decided to keep quiet for now.
He grabbed a clean “Wild Energy” tunic and, slipping his phone into the belt pouch he had bought at the Oak Lodge Farm yesterday he buckled it on and ran out of the door to his truck. His mind raced as he drove madly across town.
‘He arrived at Alice’s with a minute to spare and parked up in the crowded car park. Before getting out he slipped the tunic over his head and immediately felt uncomfortably hot. Resisting the impulse to take it off again he stepped out of the truck, feeling it slide down over his ass and made him even hotter as he left the protection of the truck air-con.
There was a high hedge with a picket gate in it, leading into the yard. Coming through the gate he emerged on to a crowded terrace with a dozen or so tables and plastic seated chairs. Waiters dressed in nothing but black and white striped kitchen aprons moved between the tables dispensing food and drinks to the crowd nearly all of whom were completely naked. More naked people were enjoying themselves bathing in an arm of the lake a few yards below the terrace. ‘Real hippy stuff.’ Peter thought, a bit like Oak Lodge yesterdayBut some of the women – wow! – he looked around feeling his penis swelling and fearful it would show he did a quick mental review of a new pool pump he had been reading about and managed to gain control.
‘Hi over here.’ Peter spotted a bare breasted Jane at a table in the far side of the terrace. Another woman with blond hair and a yellow dress was crouched over the table and turned away from him. It looked a bit like Sara except for the hair and she was more tanned than a week ago. Was it Sara? He approached cautiously. Jane, stood up from behind the table to greet him revealing she was completely naked and gorgeous as always. Her breasts were decorated with green and black transfers and her landing strip was died a matching green.
Peter looked at the crouching woman and recognized it was indeed Sara. ‘Hi Sara.’ he said softly.
She turned to face him, ‘Hi Peter what do you think then?’
‘Very different’ He paused putting on his best behavior. ‘Yes I like your outfit and your new hair style looks great too.’ Peter studied the yellow halter neck sun dress she was wearing it obviously wasn’t hers, it didn’t fit and was held up by a tie string knotted so loosely that the pointed top of the bra cups barely covered her nipples. Despite all his practice the day before he caught himself wondering whether she was wearing panties under it and felt his penis stirring again. He quickly re-focused on thoughts of the risk of losing her and it subsided.
Jane came round the table and seated herself beside Sara.
Sara then pointed to an empty space behind the table with bushes beyond it. ‘Go and stand over there facing us and where we can both see you,’ she commanded. ‘On the phone you hinted that you knew why I walked out on you?’
He nodded. ‘It was the spotting commando’s wasn’t it? As well as Lulu was it?’
‘Quite right she was only the trigger, the way you have been continually getting off on staring up people’s skirts was getting just too much. Now we have to work out what to do with you.’ As she said this she reached behind her neck and untied the halter of her dress allowing the cups to fall down into her lap. ‘As you see I have changed quite a lot and you need to change too.’
Peter stood facing the two now topless women who sat staring fiercely across the table at him. He forced himself to look them in the eye but found himself unable to control his impulse to look further down at their breasts. Jane’s darkly tanned ones and Sara’s larger paler ones, with feint tan lines around them. They were not nearly as pale as he remembered them. He forced himself to look up and found their gaze so intimidating that he was captivated by the two pairs of penetrating eyes. His training from Patricia and the practice the previous day had taught him to openly look when invited to do so, and this was surely an invite? Or was it? Safely locked onto their faces any desire to further look downwards at their breasts left him.
‘Does he look contrite?’ Jane asked.
‘Maybe a little, more in shock I think’ Sara answered, ‘but I still don’t trust him. He seems to be hiding something, or perhaps putting on an act.’
‘We are giving him quite a show here do you think he’s aroused?’ Jane said thoughtfully.
‘Are you aroused by our bare titties, Peter?’ asked Sara.
Peter ventured to glance downwards ‘N-n-no,’ he said hesitantly, ‘You are very beautiful both of you. I know and love your breasts Sara and Jane yours are also great as always. But this isn’t the place to get aroused.’ He ventured a question. ‘But Sara what’s happened?’ Why are you doing this? Stripping to topless and wearing a short skirt. You never would do that.’
Sara gave him a sudden grin but didn’t answer. Then the two women looked at one another. ‘I don’t believe him do you?’ said Sara.
We need to be sure. ‘You need to prove you can control your arousal so please remove your shorts right now.’ Sara said in a commanding voice.
Peter began to panic what did they have in mind? He still hadn’t worked out how to reveal how his way of dressing had also changed. How was he to tell them that he had been naked from Thursday afternoon until a few minutes before he came out. He decided to play dumb.
‘Get on with it Peter, you haven’t got all day so “get em off” now.’ Sara’s voice became even more commanding.
Feeling embarrassed, Peter shook his head. ‘I can’t do that’.
‘Not wearing any.’
Sara’s gaze was fierce and unbelieving.
Peter lifted his tunic just enough to prove it was true that he was naked underneath and quickly dropped it again to hide himself. He was very relieved that he had chosen his “free energy” tunic which hung half way to his knees. Even so he felt suddenly very vulnerable.
‘Jane turned to Sara, ‘I can’t really see if he’s erect or not, that tunic is very long. Does he have a big dick?’
Sara, amazed that he was commando, laughed. ‘About average size last time I looked. It’s a nice one, a grower rather than a shower and uncut.’
‘He could be hiding quite a lot of arousal beneath that top.’ Jane laughed. ‘I think it needs hitching up a bit, it needs a belt.’
Sara got up and stepped around the table. As she did so her dress fell to the ground and she casually picked it up and dumped it on bench seat. Now fully nude she walked round to where Pete stood and lifted his shirt. ‘Wow that’s shrunk!’ she laughed.
Peter blushed as the two of them looked at his tightly retracted penis seemingly trying to hide in his pubes. He then looked at the naked Sara and noticed that her bush, which she rarely did more with than a quick trim, had been cut into a neat heart shape and bleached blond to match her new hair color. He felt a stirring.
‘Like my new look do you,’ Sara grinned at him.
‘So it’s still alive then.’ Laughed Jane looking at his lengthening penis. ‘Not bad but I think we need to know whenever it stirs.’
Peter blushed and shrank again, he felt awfully contrite and very embarrassed.
‘Right I’ll fix him.’ Sara had noticed the bulge of his phone under top and lifted it up to reveal a slim denim belt with a phone pouch attached. She reached to unbuckle it but Peter stopped her.
‘No need for that it’s a lot easier if I just take my tunic off,’ He reached back and pulled it over his head and was standing facing them now naked except for his belt. ‘I was getting far too hot anyway and I only put it on in the car park.’
‘That’ll do nicely.’ Jane laughingly agreed. Sara returned to her seat at the table. Peter started to move and was told firmly to stay put.
‘So how does it feel to be on display like those women you ogle so often? Now we are going to explain to you what the rest of your life is going to be like,’ Sara told him. She pulled a document from her bag and read it out to him.
1. You will not wear any bifurcated clothing when you are with me.
2. You will be completely naked all the time we are at home. This included hanging out in the yard, opening the door to visitors, and I mean all visitors even your mom, out front washing the car, everything.
3. If you need to, you may wear trousers or shorts for work or at other times when I am not with you but I will be very disappointed if you do this unnecessarily.’
Peter asked ‘What’s bifurcated?
‘No pants briefs or shorts. That is your clothes must have nothing between your legs joining the front to the back. You may wear a kilt, a tunic or a sarong but you must go commando,’ she explained.
‘Oh! … but!’
‘No buts, or you leave now and never see me again.’
‘How will you dress?’
I will follow the same rules as you. Naked at home and very often in other places too. I will be pants and pantie free all the time.’
Peter pondered still standing to attention in front of his inquisitors. He looked a lot less troubled than the women had expected. Finally he said, ‘OK I agree but I need to tell you something.’
Sara went back and sat next to Jane. ‘Come and sit down and we can talk.’ Sara smiled at him for the first time. ‘You must be thinking what has happened to your shy Sara? But a lot seems to have happened to you too. When did you start going naked?’
‘I first knew a big change was coming when I got to the depot on Monday morning although I spent hours fixing an air con for a family of nudists on Sunday.
We have merged with another company the Wild Pool Company. They are big in the town of Cedarcrest down in the south of the valley and are used to working naked 24/7. We are being encouraged to go nude and they handed out these ‘tee-tunics’ as the new uniform for both sexes. I first dared to go out nude on Wednesday with this heat it made sense and felt great. By midday on Thursday I only put anything on when I had a “red frame” customer. They’ve coded the appointment emails and put a red frame around the posts when customers don’t want nude.’
Peter was still standing naked by the table. He asked ‘When did you change and start going nude? I wondered when you didn’t answer your phone or even come round to collect any of your clothes and stuff that something had changed.’
Sara patted the end of the bench for Peter to come and sit beside her and he complied. She said, ‘When I left the party I called Alison and she told me that she was here at Alice’s with Jane. I was doubtful about coming to this nudie place but she assured me they were cool and so, not wanting to go home alone or, even worse, to my mother’s, so I asked the cab driver to take me there.
‘Once I was there, they were having a celebration party about the success of this new clothing optional ordinance and Jane’s fantastic efforts in persuading shops to display a clothing optional sticker. Anyway after about an hour I felt so comfortable I stripped off bit by bit, I even went skinny dipping in the lake. Somehow I didn’t get around to dressing when we left. Jane offered for me to stay with her and Alison drove us, naked, to Jane’s parent’s house where I spent the night naked in Jane’s bed and in the morning swam in her pool, spending the whole day with her family and her brother all of whom were naked just chilling out.
‘I didn’t put clothes on again until Monday morning when Jane lent me an outfit to go to work in. I had to go commando as Jane doesn’t own any panties and all my clothes were left in Alison’s car. I have been commando and worn only skirts and short dresses ever since. On Thursday evening we went to the new CO hairdressers in the mall and they gave me a whole body make over, they cut and bleached my hair and pubes and even waxed parts of me. It was quite a rush having that done. We then went out to dinner naked and I haven’t worn clothes since if you don’t count this dress which I slipped on for your benefit just after your phone call.’
Sara picked up the sundress she had been wearing and held it up. ‘The difficulty is that I am a little smaller in the waist than Jane and things are rather loose below, skirts tend to fall off me whilst tops hardly close. Although I do admit that tying the halter string so low was a bit of play acting to tease you.’
Peter smiles a huge smile. ‘Teasing like that I can stand anytime but I might get hard. Is that allowed?’
‘It’s expected. I will be disappointed if I cannot stir your dong.’ Sara held out her hand and took Peter’s in it.
‘I’ll try, and be relaxed. I have been working hard on myself this last week. Hardly stared at any woman and there are so many beautiful sights like you two around.’
As Sara described her week day by day Peter became more and more aroused. When she came to the bit about how she had flashed the gamer when putting up a banner he had great difficulty in not cumming. Sara gave his penis a little stroke of approval.
Sara turned the conversation to Peter, ‘How about your new look, can you cope with that?’
‘I’ve actually been nude at most of the time at home as well as at work.’ He told her about answering the door naked to the pizza delivery woman.
‘Don’t believe you. Was she naked too?’ Jane knew at least one woman who delivered pizza naked.
‘No, — well not at first.’
‘What do you mean, “not at first”?’ Sara looked thunder at him but then relaxed thinking of her nights with Jane.
Peter blushed red and stammered ‘she wore a skimpy tank top and tiny tight running shorts.’ He thought quickly, sure that the picture would probably appear and added, ‘Then she dropped them to take a picture. Here look.’ He took his phone out of his pouch and showed them the two pictures.
Both women broke into fits of relieved giggles.
Jane calmed down and winked at Sara. ‘Now Peter can you control your wandering eyes and respect women even when they are nude or in your case seemingly more important, half naked?’ she asked.
Peter nodded. ‘Naked is no problem there are so many naked people around now, but I still have a little difficulty keeping calm seeing women in short skirts and wondering if they are going commando. I’ve been learning a lot and, I think properly understanding how to more respectfully look at people. Things like reading body language to see when somebody wants to be looked at.’ He told them about his Friday working with Patricia and Belinda, even mentioning Patricia’s climb onto the roof.’
‘So she wanted you to look?’ Jane looked at him thoughtfully. ‘Does she know about your commando fetish?’
‘I think she probably did and she was sort of testing me. They are offering me a big promotion. More office and a training role and less repair work. Lots more money too and a real car. Downside is I will have to go down to their other site in Cedarcrest about once a month, more to start with.’
Peter changed th subject back to their relationship and his commando fetish. ‘If you are both naked as much as you say you will be I won’t get to speculate about you and that is a bit of fun I will miss especially as I have cured myself of voyeur behavior.’
Sara and Jane exchanged looks. ‘Are you really cured?’
‘Maybe not entirely but I’m working hard on it.’
Looking at Sara Jane said, ‘Out of town?’.
‘OK out of town – mostly.’ Sara grinned and, making it up as she went along said, ‘Most towns near here still require people to be dressed in the street although they are getting more and more relaxed about what “dressed” actually means.’ When we go to another town Jane and I can wear dresses of the kind you like. Occasionally one, or possibly even both of us, will wear panties. You will have to try and guess if this is the case and eventually we will have a “wardrobe malfunction” and all will be revealed.’
Jane added with a laugh ‘This will give you a chance to show a bit of “tent pole tunic” because you will of course still have to be pants free.’
Peter’s arousal had abated when the conversation had focused on his week but he was getting aroused again as he began to see that there were still going to be opportunities for speculative fun. ‘What am I allowed to do if I catch one of you wearing panties and thus breaking the rules?’
‘You will have to get them off of us as soon as possible without getting us arrested or barred from the store or wherever. Then you will arrange for another “wardrobe malfunction” so that all three of us accidentally flash as many people as possible.’
‘All three!’ Peter looked slightly alarmed and then grinned, ‘Sounds fun. When can we start?’ he looked from one to the other thoughtfully.
Next he asked, ‘You’ve both being saying “us” a lot. Does this mean Jane will be around a much of the time?’ Peter was getting hard again as he said this. ‘You told me you have been sharing a bed at Jane’s and I’m suspicious that you were doing more than sleeping in it.’
The women looked at each other embarrassed. Sara said red faced. ‘Yes we were coming to that. We were planning to tell you as soon as it felt right to do so, but yes, we are lovers.’ She hugged Jane to her.
Jane got up and went round to the other end of the bench, sitting down very close to Peter. ‘And we intend continuing to be,’ she added.
Peter looked confused and was feeling even more aroused with a naked women sitting on both sides him. First one and then the other and moved slightly to press her hips against his. ‘Where do I fit in then?’ He stuttered as his penis became rock hard.
‘Very well I hope.’ Sara looked a little red and embarrassed but grinned impishly at the same time as she reached down to stroke his extended dong.
‘Won’t you enjoy watching us fuck?’ Jane reached over and added her hand to Peter’s erection, her pinky linking with Sara’s as they both massaged him. ‘We won’t mind you jacking off whilst you watch.’
‘Or you can eat Jane out whilst you fuck me if you like.’
‘You are suggesting threesomes?’
The two women nodded in unison.
Peter was looking more and more pleased with his luck, ‘Can we fuck too Jane?’
Jane looked at Sara and shook her head. ‘He’s got a cheek hasn’t he, give him an inch …’ and then to Peter she added, ‘That remains to be seen. I’m not sure I fancy you yet but if you are a good boy then maybe if I want you to, no guarantees now!’
‘WOW!’ was all Peter could say as he felt their fingers working his fore skin up and down as his penis was harder than it had ever been, rock hard.
‘Enough for now,’ said Sara removing her hand and turning to kiss him on the cheek. ‘Alice’s may be liberated but they still have rules against outright public fornication.’
Jane kissed his other cheek. Sara hugged him pressing her naked breast with its rock hard nipple against his chest. Peter pulled them both into a tight hug feeling the different textures of their breasts against his chest.
‘Ok then off to the mall we go and get you kitted out with tunics and kilts. I hope you have your credit card, you are going to need it. Especially as you are going to buy me at least one new outfit too. I have just the one mini skirt that you bought me and one long T shirt in my wardrobe, and lots of my tops are too demure for my new style. A girl needs choice in her closet even if she chooses to go nude most of the time. All my pants will need to got to the thrift store and most of my underwear into the trash, that will leave my closet virtually empty.’
Trying to act cool Peter checked he had his card in his phone pouch. ‘Yes my card’s here.’
Sara smiled good lets get going and then we can go home and weed my closet – and yours too of course.
Peter felt doubtful at this last remark. ‘I will need pants for work sometimes.’
‘Sure you will but only for work and no underwear even then.’
He thought for some time and finally realized that it was inevitable. ‘Ok we go to the Mall but I want some lunch first. And before that I would like to swim.
‘Race you to the water’ he charged across the terrace and down the steps his still semi erect penis flailing.’
The two women stared in amazement before following him at a more leisurely pace into the water. and they swam and played Sara was very pleased to be with Peter and when he popped up in front and embraced her she hugged him back and kissed him. She reached down and stroked his erection when she felt it pressing against her stomach. Jane then came up and smiled at her over Peter’s shoulder.
Tired of swimming they returned to the terrace and letting the sun dry them ordered lunch. The rest of the afternoon was spent updating each other on their earth shattering experiences of the previous week. Peter also told them about being invited to their neighbors naked barbacue and both women accepted gleefully.
Things were going to be very different from now on. Sara, Peter and Jane was so looking forward to it.
End of book one