Chapter 21: Sara – Friday Strip Down Sale
Sara awoke with a dry mouth and blinding headache which would need a shower and several cups of coffee to cure. The light streamed in through the open drapes and already the sun was warming her naked body. As usual they were not using a bed cover, it was too hot to need or want one and Sara slid smoothly off the bed being careful not to wake Jane. She stopped to admire Jane’s sleeping form for a few minutes, she was lying with her legs spread on the bed and snoring gently with her right hand tucked into her crotch. Her fingers gently stroking her clit.
Breaking away from the captivating vision Sara made her way quietly to the bathroom. After showering she studied herself in the full length mirror. Her henna designs had survived the night and the shower. Her new haircut only needed a brush and tidy to look as good as new. Her trimmed pubes revealed her narrow labia slit far more than before her makeover. She felt scarily naked and at the same time liked her clean and well groomed look.
Returning to the bedroom where her lover seemed to still be dead to the world, she opened the closet. Should she wear a dress to go to work or stay naked as she was? At the restaurant last night she had, with the encouragement of the others, resolved to stay naked but now her usual fears returned. They seemed irrational as she would be working naked all day but they were still there.
Jane stirred, grunted and opened her eyes. ‘What on earth are you doing in that closet?’
‘just looking at dresses, I was thinking should I wear one?’
‘Chickening out then?’ Jane laughed sleepily.
‘Just wondering, I know it’s silly as I’ve been naked at work off and on the last two days but today is really scary. Leaving the house and going to work naked seems a great big step somehow. Even yesterday I had a dress on until ten o’clock even if it did ride up to my middle on the bike.’ She looked at the clock. ‘Oops late again I want breakfast, missing eating would be the last straw.’
Still feeling nervous Sara put her sandals on and went down for breakfast with Jane sleepily following. The coffee revived Sara and a bowl of grits settled her stomach. Still doubtful Sara looked towards the stairs.
‘Be bold, go for it,’ Jane told her following her gaze. ‘I will give you a lift so no-one need see you until you get there then you can make a real “entrance”,’ – Mum can I borrow your car? She called.
They headed out the door, two naked women. Once in the car Sara relaxed a bit telling herself that she still had a dress in her bike basket if she couldn’t stomach cycling home nude. Her nerves returned as Jane put the top down, but the wind in her hair felt good and Sara resigned herself to the inevitable.
Jane pulled up in the road opposite Sara’s work. The small car park in front of the building was nearly full and there was a queue of naked people waiting outside the entrance. ‘It looks as though the the TV yesterday had an effect,’ commented Jane.
‘What did they show?’ asked Sara. ‘I didn’t know the film had gone out.’
‘Pop told me that it was on the news whilst we were having the make over. Then there were ad’s all evening. You were the star of the show. Bum butting the door and swinging round with a big grin.’
‘Oh my god they’ve come to gawk at me!’
Jane grinned at her. ‘Come on get in there your fans await and I’ve got places to go.’
Sara peered in the vanity mirror and patted her hair back into place. Hesitantly she opened the door of the low slung Toyota MR2 sports car and climbed out into the street. Jane beeped the horn and pulled away. Sara then had to cross the busy street to the low warehouse like building that was her place of work. Standing at the curb she was in full view of passing cars and vans. The drivers of many hooted and waved. One wound down his window and called out, ‘Way to go Sara!’ She had no idea who he was.
When the traffic cleared and Sara was able to cross the road she got smiles, waves and thumbs up salutes from pedestrians as well as drivers. Feeling good and pretty hot she strode purposefully through the gate and past the naked queue. The comments here were also appreciative. ‘Loved your interview on the news Sara,’ one said. She returned the smiles and headed for the staff entrance. Passing through into the office there were four naked people to welcome her. As well as Callum, Ronnie and Maryanne, Jennie, who had been topless but retained her shorts, on both Wednesday and Thursday, was now also fully naked.
She was greeted with hugs from the women. Callum offered a handshake but she sidestepped it saying, ‘Don’t be shy and formal.’ and hugged the hairy monster. Feeling his penis stiffen against her stomach, Sara amazed herself by retaining the hug but but adding with a grin. ‘I’m not coming on to you, you’re my boss, so don’t let your lower brain begin getting ideas.’ She then pulled back and released him.
Callum laughed and replied with a stage wink, ‘of course not.’
Sara then also hugged Ronnie who was already half erect to make it equal. And joked ‘That applies to you too Ronnie.’
When the laughter died down Callum told them, ‘I have decided to re-organize things a bit. I think we always need to have two staff in the showroom. It will add flexibility and be safer should there be any troublesome customers. For this reason I have set up a workstation by the side of the collection counter and I would like you, Sara to work there on your internet orders of which there are literally hundreds in the inbox.
‘You can then attend to any customers that need anything when the others are busy. For the first hour Jeannie will be on the desk and Ronnie and myself will float in the showroom and fill in where needed. Maryanne will be mainly in the warehouse but will also bring orders through. If we need more staff out front Monica has said she will step in later. She is doubtful about being naked in the showroom but at the same time doesn’t want to be the odd one out so treat her gently.’
Jeannie said how she and Monica had discussed this at length and both had decided that they wanted to do this although they were still very nervous about it.
Callum was about to lead the way out into the showroom when the was a knock at the staff entrance. Sara, being nearest, opened it, a naked woman stood there. and the other was, much to Sara’s surprise DD. She looked very different, her skin was lightly oiled and glowed, showing off her tattoos which had been shaded by construction dust the last time Sara had seen her. In addition she had a dramatic tattoo on her left thigh which lead round onto her butt. Her blond hair was down and neatly arranged. She was wearing black boxing boots and a leather phone holster.
‘Hi Sara, we meet again,’ DD spread her arms and invited her into a brief Hollywood hug, ‘I’m here as security backup.’ She turned and hugged Callum in the same way.
Callum introduced DD to the rest of the team then promptly headed for the doors to let in a group of early customers who headed for the display of sale items. All of them were naked. Word of the 10% nude discount had obviously got round.
Dd wandered round the showroom looking strong keeping an eye on everything and everybody, whilst at the same time leaving the question as to whether she was security or simply a customer.
Sara went to her new temporary work station and logged in to her account. A flood of new orders, mostly for sale items, scrolled onto the screen and far more than usual of them were ‘click and collect’ and requesting the discount. The advertising obviously had had a big effect. She also noticed that many of these were from out of town customers from all over the valley, including towns which did not yet have a ‘clothing optional’ ordinance. She didn’t have time to start working on these before she had to break off to get a high end laptop out of a display cabinet and demonstrate it’s workings and explain why is was at a 30% discount.
The customer decided to go for it and she took it to the sales counter where Monica went and retrieved the packaging. 2O minutes later and $2400 lighter a very happy customer was on his way holding the slightly damaged packaging in one hand and a new carrying case in the other.
Then Sara was rushing from one customer to another selling everything from 30” monitors for graphic designers to $3 mobile phone cases to be worn on leg or arm in lurid nylon colors to people who were newly into the naked lifestyle and were finding that carrying their phone around was a hassle. The rest of the team were just as busy and even DD was roped in to assist. After the first hour things calmed down and Sara was able to work on her internet orders.
It was around 11 that Danny, the gamer she had flashed on Tuesday, came in with three of his friends, two lads and a young woman. They were all naked and sported an array of ‘equipment’. They had belts with studs and hooks attached and wore holsters for phones. Each had a cloth, about the size of a large handkerchief tucked into a ring on the side of their belt. Sara noticed the cloths has loops embroidered on two of the corners. They all headed straight to the gaming machines and started debating the pro’s and cons of a gaming laptop that was half price in the sale.
Danny went over to Sara with a big grin. ‘Hi Sara Meeting you last Tuesday started something with me and the gang all latched on to it. Now we are naked most of the time.’
He introduced his three friends. Tinkerbell, known as Tinker, was a tall platinum blond with a great mass of hair. The very feint tan lines on her bright pink skin showed she usually spent very little time outside and had caught the sun in the past few days. Sitting very close to her was Leroy. He was a tall dark heavily built African American who seemed shy of being naked and sat close to Tinker in a way which half concealed his large uncircumcised penis. The third was Bombe a skinny and unhealthy looking young man with a pale sallow complexion.
Around four pm during a quiet lull in the stream of customers a lone young woman wearing red sneakers and nothing else entered. She was deeply tanned all over and splashed with patches of paint in bright primary colors. She was also heavily pregnant. She approached Sara with a smile and asked her, ‘Do you have any phone holsters which are child proof? I’ve bought three off the internet and none are quite right. The little darlings keep on trying to pull my phone out. Sara helped her to select a robust holster made of recycled denim which stiffly buttoned closed with a Levi’s 501 metal fly button. It had straps to be worn on the waist, arm or leg. ‘Perfect,’ she said, ‘I can wear it with my denim sneakers. The kids at the day nursery will have fun trying to get into it.’
‘You work nude in a day nursery?’ Sara asked.
‘Sure do! We’ve been CO ever since the vote and nearly all the children come naked and most of their parents are nude when they drop them off, so it’s right that the staff are nude too. Besided it’s practical, it saves a lot of laundry getting paint and sticky finger marks off clothes, among other things. Most importantly the idea of wearing clothes in this heat with my bump doesn’t bear thinking about.’ She cradled and stroked her belly. ‘I’m due in around two weeks and the children are getting really excited. They love putting their ears against my belly and feeling Jenny kicking – yes it’s a girl.’
‘What about the uptight parents who don’t like nudity, especially around children?’
‘They go to one of the other nurseries. We used to have trouble with the authorities for allowing the kids to be naked until the vote but now after the vote they have to tolerate us. We still had trouble because of Sammy. They balked at a naked man as carer but we got a lawyer onto them and they caved except we have to have continuous CCTV monitoring. Got to rush see you,’ She picked uo her purchase and went on her way.
They were still busy through the lunch hour. Sara managed to take five minutes to slip out the back and eat some of the pizza that Callum had ordered. She also took the opportunity to process some of the more urgent internet orders. By the time she went outside to allow Jeannie to have a break the first of these had arrived to collect. The rush continued.
Around five in the afternoon the customers became fewer and Sara could finish her orders, even then people kept turning up. As soon as she sent the ready email people replied they were coming at once and when did they close? Another smaller rush then started.
When the store was finally closed at seven the naked staff sat around in the showroom and Callum handed out beers. They were exhausted after the busiest day they had ever had with nearly thirty thousand dollars taken through the card machines. There were still an unprecedented number of internet orders for people to collect over the weekend. Fortunately for Sara she was not on the rota until Monday.
Bidding goodnight to her colleagues, with naked hugs all round, Sara went to her bicycle in the lobby where it had been parked since Thursday morning. The ethnic dress was draped over the handlebar basket. As she was going to cycle home after seven in the evening she feared doing so nude at a time when there would be a lot of early evening revelers around in the city center. Because of this she had planned to wear the dress for the journey. She picked it up and considered putting it on. Holding it against her she looked in the mirror, she had been naked for over thirty hours and the fabric felt and looked odd, kind of alien, almost repulsive. No! she didn’t want to do this, cover herself with fabric.
Shrugging Sara returned the dress to the basket and placed her purse firmly on top of it. Opening the staff door she wheeled the bicycle outside. The lock clicked as she closed the door behind her and she felt the cooling evening air on her naked body. The nearly empty car park was illuminated by the glow of the sunset and nervously she pedaled out onto the spine road of the trading estate heading towards the junction with Main Street.
Waiting at the lights she debated whether to go straight across and home by a quiet back road or turn right and take the shorter route through the city center past the shops and bars. Crossing the junction when the lights changed she stopped on the curb and peered down main street. Even from 200 yards away she could see people sitting outside Joe’s bar and Starbucks and spilling across the street. It was a lively Friday night and most of the youth of Nustock seemed to be out on Main Street. Did she dare ride through the middle of this crowd?
Sara turned and looked down the quiet, dark back road which was her alternative route. Jane’s bicycle had very inadequate lights the road was unlit she feared being attacked by undesirable people and decided it was more hazardous than the Main Street crowd, if less embarrassing. Steeling her nerve she pedaled slowly towards the bright lights.
Approaching the crowded area Sara felt less apprehensive when she saw a group of teens playing around in the square outside the new mall. In the square there was a fountain with jets emerging randomly from the paving. At least half of the teens were naked, the rest with their clothes soaked might as well have been for all the modesty they provided. She rode on feeling more relaxed.
A woman called out from the sidewalk as she rode past, ‘OMG Sara! I never thought you would join the nudies!’ Sara’s first impulse was to quicken her pace, but she had resolved to be bold and not avoid conflict, so she stopped to talk to the woman. Angie was someone with whom she had worked in a previous job,they had been close for a time when Sara still lived with her mother. The problem was that Angie was a baptist and strictly religious. They had drifted apart when Sara had first moved in with Peter, which Angie strongly disapproved of, and then changed her job.
Sara put on a smile ‘Hi Angie. Yes I now enjoy body freedom, cool and comfortable. I’m naked most of the time both at home and at work.’
‘Oh Sara. Did that louse Peter force you into this? Or was it that crazy boss of yours at the computer shop?’
‘Peter doesn’t know it yet as I haven’t seen him since last Saturday and I only decided to go the whole hog yesterday.’
‘Where are you living now? Angie looked at the bicycle Sara was riding. ‘Jane Seymour that’s who you are with. You are living with her, it’s her bike I’d recognize it anywhere. I bet she’s got her poisonous lesbian hooks into you.’
Sara felt her anger rising and controlled it with difficulty. She decided to be open and upfront. ‘Jane is a very good friend and so what if I’m sharing her bed. Besides Jane isn’t a lesbian she’s heavily into men but sometimes women are good too.’
Angie looked even more hostile and disapproving. ‘Sara you disgust me, what does your mother say?’
‘I’ve not spoken to her in months. She probably knows I’m a nudie by now because she watches the local news and they showed my interview last night.’
‘Interview? You mean you appeared naked on TV?’
‘Yes, why not? I’m a believer in body freedom. Not that this was about me. It was about the Nutech sale. They visited my work as part of a program on clothing optional shops and wanted to feature our ‘strip down sale’ campaign. The journalist talked to me on camera dressed as I am now.
‘You really have no shame do you?
‘Ashamed of my body? No not at all, It’s only a body like everyone has. It’s shame and hiding parts of your body that creates obsessions with those parts. If all, or just many people go naked there will no longer be reasons for men to be obsessed. In cultures where everyone goes naked people don’t even notice.’ Sara had been telling herself this for days and now, she suddenly really believed it.
Angie gave Sara a look of thunder, ‘You will burn in hell you will,’ she hissed and strode off.
Sara felt a lot less confident than she had sounded and was even began thinking of getting the dress out of her basket. Then one of the kids who had been dancing in the fountain came up to her. ‘Well said lady,’ he said pulling his soaked tunic off over his head. ‘That old bitch has been harassing us for days and really getting up our noses. ‘I hadn’t dared to strip off whilst she was there because she would tell my mother or the pastor. She keeps a list of kids she sees naked and regularly reports us.’
Other teenagers of both sexes joined the first one, several of them were already naked and now Angie had gone many of the others who had been playing in the fountains stripped off their wet clothes. ‘Clothes are really clingy when they are wet it’s just crazy.’ said one. But another in a prom dress several sizes too big for her said, ‘It’s great, really sexy.’ She swirled the thin wet fabric around her and pulled it down so that her perky breasts pressed against it, ‘I’m normally nude 24-7. I pinched this from my sister’s closet just to come and play in the fountain.’
A boy of around ten in soaked jeans and t-shirt said, ‘You’re Sara from the computer place aren’t you? Saw you on TV last night. My Dad thought it was just a publicity stunt and you weren’t a real nudie but I knew you were. I think you are so cool and I wish I didn’t have to wear clothes ever.’ He peeled his off and dumped them on the ground. ‘Too bad I’ll have to put them back on before I go home.’
Several others added their compliments and one older girl gave her a hug. The boy she was with glared at her but smiled when Sara hugged him too.
Thus buoyed up Sara said goodbye to her new fan club and cycled home proudly naked. She received cheery waves from several people who recognized her and many who didn’t. She parked the bicycle in the open garage and entered via the kitchen.
‘Wow you did it, cycled home naked!’ Chrissie said as she came through the door. The seized her into a hug, enveloping her in her naked body. Jane’s father and brother emerged from the family room and Sara insisted on hugging them too. Alistair was the real gentleman, he didn’t pull her too close and his penis remained relaxed. Daniel was another matter and his erection pressed against her stomach. Sara ignored it but broke the hug fairly quickly.
Then Jane came downstairs and seized her into an embrace which was much more than a hug. She first pulled her close so that their breasts pressed together and then kissed her full on the lips. Whilst they were still kissing she moved her hands down to grasp her butt and pull her towards her grinding her leg against her pussy. She broke the kiss, ‘OMG Sara you’re hot and wet, so that’s what being out all day naked does to you. I think I need to give you some relief and fast.’
Sara blushed scarlet at this comment from Jane with her family watching. She forced a laugh, ‘Ok I’d like that but later,’ looking at the table set for a meal, ‘I smell dinner and see you are ready to eat.’
They sat down and Chrissie served pot roast from a giant pot. Once the food was served round all four bombarded her with questions. ‘Was it busy? Were they all friendly? How did it feel working all day naked? And why are you so late?
Sara described her day and ride home and they discussed work, nudity and body freedom over dinner and continued for some time afterwards.
‘How about your day Jane? Didn’t you have to go to the school?’
‘That’s right we are following up of the success of our town poll by campaigning for the freedom of students to go naked in school. Alison came with me to interview Penelope O’Grady the principle. We made quite an impression. I am going to be a senior in her school in the fall so in away I was taking a bold step. But Alison probably outshone me when Dr O’Grady saw her former head girl visiting her naked except for gold heeled sandals and henna Maori designs on her face and around her groin and butt.
‘The Nustock High school regulations still require students to be ‘fully dressed’ Alison and I and many others in NBFA think this has to change. Since the poll 30% of people in the teen and twenties age group go out into the town naked at least once a week and many kids have been nude almost all the time since the school closed for summer. The self identified ‘nudies’ told NBFA that being required to dress for school is an imposition.
‘What especially rankles me is that several of the younger school staff go naked out of work and even in school have stopped trying to hide those parts of their body traditionally considered to be “private”. Many women teachers wear short skirts and go commando, also some of the men teachers had adopted the fashion for Greek style tunics and also do likewise. “Accidental” displays of genitals are thus common for both sexes. It’s almost as though they are pushing the boundaries as far as they dare and the principal doesn’t seem to object.’
Jane then described what happened. ‘Arriving in Dr O’Grady’s office we were pleased to see that she was wearing a loose short dress and when she seated herself in a low easy chair she was casula about how her legs opened and we got a brief view of her shaved pudenda. We hadn’t seen this before as last semester when Alison was a senior and I was doing my deferred junior year Dr O’Grady was very careful to be “decent” and keep her legs closed when students were around. We did however fail to see any VPL’s even when she was wearing a lightweight close fitted skirt.
‘Because of this I thought it would be easy to persuade her to extend the freedom to be naked, that kids now have in town to the school.’ Jane looked downcast as she described the results. ‘O’Grady was very sympathetic and told us that she personally would allow it and it would certainly avoid lots of discipline problems in the new semester. But she said the school governors are adamant that this will not happen. There are these three strictly religious members of the board, the same three men who make us wear those silly little aprons to visit the mall. So we are still fighting.’
‘What will be the next step then?’ Sara asked.
‘Many students will certainly challenge the rules. I will have to tread carefully as a well known member of NFBA but something will have to give. Some are arguing for a half way house, freedom to be topless but even that will be a battle.’
Alistair commented. ‘With the political situation and the way the Christian right is reviving we all might need to fight just to keep the freedoms we have.’
That remark was a bit of a conversation stopper and they switched to discussing the coming weekend and their plans. Jane and Sara shared their thoughts with Chrissie and Alistair. They agreed it was hard to build unconventional relationships. They then described, for Sara their own experiences in a commune in the 1970’s, Jane had heard it all before but Chrissie’s description of nine naked men and women sleeping all together in a large bell tent and people having sex there whilst others slept or watched was a revelation to Sara.
Asked what she wanted to do next Sara couldn’t give a clear decision except to respond with a bold, ‘stay naked’. Meantime all she wanted was to take Jane up on her offer. Jane reached over and grasped her hand and then with a wink at her mother pulled Sara to her feet and towards the stairs.
Daniel got up and started to follow. His sister, laughing, shook her head at him. ‘No chance bro, you can’t watch you little perv, calm down or go to your room and jack off.’
She guided Sara up to her bedroom and closed the door firmly behind them. ‘We don’t want Daniel sneaking a peek through the door, his room’s next to this one and the sounds he hears through the wall will be enough for him.’
Sara grasped her friend and pulled her close again. She felt incredibly hot as the pent-up arousal of the day flowed over her. Strangely the thought of Daniel listening through the wall increased this excitement. Jane reached down and gently brushed her hand against her engorged clitoris. She burst into orgasm almost instantly which she couldn’t avoid expressing very noisily. As this first flush subsided they fell on the bed and into another deep kiss.
The next hour of lovemaking was one of the most intense Sara had ever experienced as orgasm after orgasm coursed through her body as they indulged almost every position possible. Finally exhausted Sara drifted into sleep. She woke to darkness except for streetlights shining through to open drapes. Her lover was cuddled up against her snoring softly. She burst into tears.
Jane’s response was instant, she held her tight as she sobbed. ‘What’s the problem Sara?’
Sara continued sobbing. Finally she rallied and managed to speak, ‘I’m going back to Peter tomorrow but I want to carry on doing this. What can I do? I want Peter too!’ I know you can’t commit to an exclusive throuple like we discussed last night as you will be in High School and then away to College.
Jane hugged and kissed her again. ‘I know but it still doesn’t have to be either/or?’ She paused, ‘both is still possible, or is it? Our relationship never was exclusive. I felt guilty leaving you like that two nights ago but it didn’t stop me having a night of passion with David, and I will always like men.
‘I did some research yesterday and there is another variation on polyandry which might work. It’s known as a “unicorn poly” In our case the main couple would be you and Peter and I would become your “unicorn”, visiting you regularly but living independently.’
Sara thought about this for some time. ‘We have never considered ourselves “in a relationship”, although the idea does have its attractions and I agree you are too much of a free spirit for that.’ She felt hot again as she recalled their love making and hugged Jane to her. She took hold of Jane’s hand and guided it towards her groin, releasing it when her fingers began walking across her stomach. She then drew Jane into a kiss. Jane kissed her tears away before clamping her lips firmly on hers.
Sara pulled back from the kiss and stroked the center of Jane’s forehead with her index finger. Backwards and forwards she went. ‘I thought so, yes definitely It’s there I can feel it.’
‘What what’s there?’
‘Your horn, it’s starting to grow. Feel for yourself.
Jane stroked her own forehead. ‘Yes I can feel it too. I had a bit of a headache but it’s gone now I’ve got this tickling feeling instead.’
‘I love you my beautiful unicorn!’ They kissed again.
When they came to half an hour later Sara said, ‘Jane I can see it now a silvery white horn beginning to sprout.’ She kissed Jane on the hairline. ‘Lets be absolutely straight with Peter and see what happens. Whilst I do still want to live with him I would like to come to you sometimes and for you to come to me too.’
‘Peter will be there?’
‘Most certainly he will be,’ Sara looked pensive, ‘Once he knows what is going on we won’t be able to keep him away. He’s fantasized about threesomes for years.’
‘What happens if he wants us to fuck? Will you mind?’
‘Oh he will, if you let him, and I will enjoy watching you, you will probably need to watch us fuck too.’
‘I’d like that!’
‘What’s this “Sometimes” business? I want you lots and lots,’ Sara pulled Jane to her and kissed her again.’
They slowly and gently made love again, and drifted off to sleep.
They awoke very late Saturday morning, both were still affected by the night before and they still didn’t know how to approach the meeting with Peter. Sara recalled telling him to call her at 10.30 exactly so they had little time. Forgoing morning sex they rushed to get showered. In the shower they soaped each other thoroughly and inevitably in a very loving way. Finally rinsed cool and dried they fixed their hair.
Before they headed down to breakfast Sara rummaged in Jane’s closet and found a short lemon yellow halter neck sundress which she folded and placed in her purse, ‘for Peters benefit or perhaps to tease him.’ she said. At 9.45. the location of the meeting was still to be decided, they plumped for Alice’s diner.
Jane’s father had to take Daniel to soccer practice. On cue he appeared in full soccer kit and already looking hot and uncomfortable. ‘Do the rest of the team dress up for practice like you do?’ Sara asked, amused.
‘Coach insists, says we have to be used to playing clothed as all other teams do. We don’t get dressed after showering though. I take this bag just to bring the kit home in.’
Jane and Sara cadged a lift to Alice’s and they left riding in the back of Alistair’s MPV. Daniel riding in the front passenger seat was the only one wearing clothes.