Naked at Work Pt. 02

[Author's Note: Here's the second part of this story. Please be patient; there is a part 3. Thank you to everyone who has commented on and liked my stories. Your feedback is encouraging and helps me grow as an author.]

I spent most of the weekend trying to psych myself up for what I was going to face at work this week. I thought I did a pretty good job of getting myself ready for what awaited me. But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when I opened the door of the stairwell Monday morning. Almost the entire staff was gathered together around the door, forming a line from the stairwell to my desk. No one said a word, although I did hear a few gasps, chuckles, and whispered profanity at me. Everyone was staring at me; most of the women were glaring at me, and most of the men were leering at me with wicked smiles on their faces. I have never been more self-conscious about myself than I was at that moment. I wanted to turn around, run back down the stairs, and go home, but somehow, I managed to control my emotions and continue walking to my desk. It usually takes a few minutes to walk to my desk from the stairs, but this felt like an eternity. I finally made it to my desk, put my purse down, turned on my computer, and started to work. Now and then I would glance up and see that the other employees had started to trickle back to their desks. After a few minutes, Mr. Hansen told everyone to go back to their desks, and they did, thankfully. Then Mr. Hansen came over to my desk.

"Good morning, Cindy. Hope you had a good weekend." He started.

"Good morning, Mr. Hansen," I said sheepishly.

"How are you feeling right now?" he asked.

"I feel like crawling under my desk and hiding for the rest of the day, but I know I can't do that. " I said.

"That's right. You know the rules. But just so you know, everyone has been sent an email about this. They are allowed to look, but they are not allowed to touch you in any manner unless it's a handshake. If anyone does touch you or tries to touch you, come to me immediately and I will fire them on the spot. Believe it or not, HR did approve of this punishment so there is no need to complain to them. Any questions before I get back to work?" he asked.

"N... n... no, sir," I replied, staring ahead at my computer screen.

"Good. Enjoy your day, Cindy," he said as he walked back to his office.

As soon as he closed his office door, that's when the whispers started. I could hear my co-workers talking about me, calling me everything from a slut to a pervert. I tried to focus on my work, but it was next to impossible under these conditions. The constant barrage of insults was starting to become overwhelming. My confidence was gone, and for the first time in my life, I felt humiliated and embarrassed for being naked. I guess Mr. Hansen's punishment worked. The thought of having to endure the stares and the insults every day for the rest of the week brought me to the edge of tears. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, it did.

"Hi slut, nice outfit," came a familiar voice. I looked up, and my heart sank when I saw that it was Angela, a co-worker whom I thought was my friend. We didn't hang out after work or anything, but we did eat lunch together often. She was the one person in the company I thought I could trust, even though she is the company gossip. "Cat got your tongue?" she continued.

"I don't feel like talking. Please just leave me alone." I replied.

"Oh, no can do, sweetie. Rumor has it you have to be naked the rest of the week, and there is a pool going around to see how long you can go before you quit. The more we insult you and make fun of you, the quicker you leave, and right now the pool is up to $500 that you leave by Wednesday. So, I plan on doing my part to get that share of the pool." she stated.

I managed to keep my composure and looked her straight in the eye. "I thought you were my friend. How can you team up with everyone else to treat me this way?" I asked.

She looked at me and laughed. "Wow, the slut thinks I'm her friend. Honey, there are no friends in this business, only opportunities. I see you as an opportunity for another job, that's all."

"What job?" I asked.

"Yours," she replied. "I figure with your little naked escapade in the office Friday night and the punishment you have to endure, you are halfway out the office already. I plan on being here to take your position as soon as you quit or are fired... whichever comes first."

I could feel the tears welling up inside me, and without saying a word to Angela, I got up and headed to the women's bathroom. Once inside, I went into an empty stall, shut the door, and broke down crying. I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. All of the emotions I experienced this morning - the humiliation, the embarrassment, and now the pain of betrayal all came out at one time. It felt like I sobbed for hours, but in reality, it was only 10 to 15 minutes. Slowly, I was able to regain my composure and pull myself together. I wiped the last of my tears away and left the bathroom stall to wash my hands.

I left the bathroom and walked back to my desk, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. Maybe I could do this after all, I thought. Maybe I could try to ignore the stares, the whispers, and the insults and just focus on my work. It was worth a shot. I sat down at my desk and started working on the presentation. Thankfully, Angela had left and didn't come back to bother me. Luckily, my thought process was accurate. I was able to focus on the presentation and shut out the negative comments being whispered about me across the floor. It was almost as if I was alone in the office again.

I was so focused on my work that I lost track of time. When I glanced at the clock on my computer, it was 11:30 am. I usually go to lunch around noon, but I was starting to get hungry now. I decided to avoid the noon rush and go to lunch early. I saved my work so far and locked my computer. Then I grabbed my purse and headed to the stairwell. All eyes were on me as I walked, but I just ignored them. I made it to the stairwell and heard the door shut behind me. Finally! I felt a little relief from the negative comments and the nasty stares.

I was starting to feel my confidence return when I heard the sound of heels coming down the stairs behind me. Don't panic and don't turn around, I told myself. Just focus on getting down the stairs to the parking garage and the safety of my car, I thought to myself. Maybe I could make it to my car without having to interact with the person behind me. Maybe they would ignore the naked woman in front of them. No such luck!

"Excuse me.", the woman said. I tried to ignore her. "Excuse me, miss," she said. Let's get this over with, I thought. I stopped and looked at her. She was a very attractive brunette with shoulder-length wavy hair, tan skin, and long, shapely legs, wearing a very short miniskirt. She had warm blue eyes, a bright smile, and she appeared to have breasts similar to mine. I could tell because her blouse was see-through and she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Yes," I said plainly, almost as a sigh.

"Why are you naked? Is this some sort of prank or are you just an exhibitionist trying to be seen?" she asked.

"No, this is not a prank, and no, I'm not an exhibitionist," I replied. "The truth is I'm being forced to be naked at work this week because I got caught naked in the office this past Friday night."

"Well, I have got to hear about this... please. If you don't mind," she said.

I proceeded to tell her everything that happened in the office Friday night and this morning. She listened very intently to every word I said. Then she asked, "What's your name?"

"Cindy," I replied.

"My name is Nicole. It's nice to meet you, Cindy, and I'm really sorry this happened to you. I... uh... heard stories about the people on your floor but had no idea how judgmental they were. You can bet they all have some skeletons in their closets." she said.

"Oh yeah, I know most of their dark secrets. I used to be friends with the office gossip until she turned on me this morning." I replied.

"Well, that's good. You can use that to your advantage to get them off your back." Nicole said.

"How?" I asked.

"How 'bout we discuss it over lunch?" she said.

"Really? You're not offended by my nudity, and you want to be seen with a naked woman?" I asked.

"No, I'm not offended by your nudity. Yes, I want to be seen with you, Cindy, who happens to be naked," she said. I was quite shocked by this, considering everything I went through this morning. Here I just met Nicole a few minutes ago, and she already wants to have lunch with me. There has to be a catch. Not wanting to be rude, I offered to drive.

"Great. Where were you going to eat?" she asked. I told her about the fast-food restaurant I went to last Friday night.

"Awesome! I eat there all the time. I love their burgers!" Nicole exclaimed. We got in my car, and I had just started the engine when Nicole surprised me again.

"I hope you don't mind, but is it okay if I get more comfortable as well? she asked.

I said, "Sure, go ahead," not really knowing what she meant. Nicole then started unbuttoning her blouse, took it off, and placed it in the back seat. I was dumbfounded by what was happening. Then she unzipped the side of her miniskirt, took it off, and threw it in the back seat next to her blouse. She was completely naked! She didn't wear underwear!

"There, that's more like it. What? I always go through their drive-thru naked!" she said, then burst out laughing. I couldn't believe what was happening. A total stranger whom I just met just got naked in my car! I was struggling to process what just happened when Nicole snapped me back to reality. "Hey, earth to Cindy! What's wrong? Never seen a naked woman before? Let's go eat!" she said.

I backed out of the parking space, and we left the parking garage. She then proceeded to tell me she loves being naked as much as I do. "I never wear underwear anymore, and when I do wear clothes, it's always the shortest skirts or shorts I can get away with. All my blouses are practically see-through. I'm always naked at home or in my car. I leave my clothes in the back seat, so I have to get out of my car to get to them. I get dressed in the parking garage. Occasionally, when I'm working late and everyone has left the office, I get naked and don't bother getting dressed when I leave. See, you aren't the only one!" she exclaimed.

"So, you drive back and forth to work naked too? Aren't you worried about getting pulled over by the cops and getting arrested?" I asked.

"No, I've been driving around this city naked for over 5 years and have yet to get pulled over. There were several times when a cop saw me, but they just smiled and waved. A few even gave me a thumbs up. " Nicole said.

"But isn't it illegal to be naked in public?" I asked.

"If it is, no one is enforcing the law. The manager at the fast-food restaurant confirmed that, didn't she? So why not take advantage of it? Wouldn't it be awesome to be able to leave your house naked and go grocery shopping, to the movies, out to eat, or to work? Imagine never having to wear clothes again!" Nicole said.

"I would love that! But setting the law aside, how do you deal with all the judgmental people you are likely to encounter?

"The short answer is to ignore them. You can't make everyone happy, and if you try, you will only make yourself miserable. This is your life, and you have to do what makes you happy, as long as no one else gets physically harmed in the process. No matter what you do in life, you will always run into judgmental people. Sadly, it's human nature. Focus on yourself and doing what makes you happy." said Nicole.

We turned into the fast-food restaurant and went to the drive-thru. There were a few cars ahead of us. While we were waiting, I lowered the driver's and passenger's side windows to allow the cool air to blow through the car. We were almost totally exposed to anyone walking by, but I was too engrossed in our conversation to care. Finally, we placed our orders, pulled around to pay, and got our food. I noticed a man and a woman working at the window. The man looked to be in his mid-to-late thirties with brown hair and grey eyes. The woman looked to be in her early twenties with blond hair in a ponytail and blue eyes. Neither seemed to notice two naked women pull up to the drive-thru window. They didn't care. As the man was handing us our food, he recognized Nicole.

"Hi Nicole, converted another one, I see," he said as he smiled at us.

"Hi Paul. Didn't have to with this one. She was already naked when I found her." Nicole responded.

"Well, however it happened, I'm happy about it. Keep it up. At this rate you'll have half the city going around naked by the end of the year!" Paul said.

"Only half? You underestimate me, Paul!" replied Nicole as she laughed.

"I never underestimate what a naked woman can do when she puts her mind to something. Have a good day!" Paul replied.

We said goodbye and headed back to the parking garage at work. I had planned to eat my lunch in the car, but Nicole had another idea. She said to bring my lunch and follow her. I told her not to forget her clothes. She just grabbed them from the back seat and stuffed them in her purse. We walked to the back of the parking garage and turned a corner. There was a door I never noticed before. Nicole pushed it open, and we walked into a courtyard with three tables, each with a big umbrella for shade. I was quite surprised because I never knew this existed. We sat at the table closest to the tree line and began to eat our lunch. Nicole told me this used to be reserved for the directors and VPs only, but after several of them retired, it was decided to open it up to anyone who wanted to eat here or just take a break. Obviously, this was all before I was hired because no one told me about this place.

While we were eating lunch, I asked Nicole about Paul's comment back at the restaurant about converting another one. She explained that she was on a mission to make nudity more accepted by society. She said that there were not that many legal nude beaches in America and that there were many more nude and clothing-optional beaches around the world. She said that nudity was more accepted and tolerated in other countries. She mentioned a whole city, well, resort really, in France called Cap d'Agde where people can walk around nude all the time. They live, work, and shop naked! She said her goal was to create a place like that here in America somewhere, maybe even here in our city. Nicole said she started giving lectures at night at the university a few months ago discussing societal attitudes toward nudity and the human body. More specifically, her lectures were about changing society's attitude to have a more positive viewpoint on nudity. I nearly choked on a French fry when she said she gave her lectures in the nude.

"How did you get the university to agree to that?" I asked.

"I know the Dean of the Humanities Department as well as a few members of the board of directors. The Dean and one of the board members actually attend my lectures. Both of them are nudists. I happened to run into them at a nearby nude beach. I say nearby; it's really a three-hour drive, and you have to cross into another state to get there. We started talking about how great it would be if there was a nude beach in this state. There is plenty of state-owned beach along the coast that could be made public for a nude beach. We talked about how the attitudes toward nudity in this state are repressive and how that needs to change before we could approach the state about designating a section of state beach property as a nude beach. That's when I brought up the idea of a college course, open to both students and non-students, on changing societal attitudes toward nudity for the better. They both agreed and said they would have to talk to the full board of directors and the local city leaders about it. It took several months of heated discussions, but eventually everyone agreed to allow it. Unfortunately, the class is only limited to thirty people. I had hoped for one hundred, but the university would only allow thirty. Hopefully, as word spreads around campus and the city about my class, the demand will increase, and the university will have to allow more people in the class. Oh, did I mention everyone is required to be naked in class?" said Nicole as I almost choked on another French fry.

"The university and the city agreed to that?" I asked.

"That was the sticking point. That's why it took so long for the class to get approved. You can't really change your attitude about nudity unless you are actually naked, right? You have to experience the fresh air on your skin, the warmth of the sun on your entire body, and the sense of freedom that comes from being naked. Not to mention the increase in self-esteem, confidence, and well-being that comes from not wearing clothes. There was one local city leader who was adamantly opposed to in-class nudity. She would not budge no matter what facts were presented to her. I asked her to try being naked at her home for one weekend to see what it was like. We nearly had to pick her up off the floor after I suggested that. But she surprisingly agreed, and the following Monday she gave her approval. Now, she is a regular in my class, and every other weekend she and her family go to the nude beach I mentioned." Nicole said.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was stunned. If I had known this class existed, I would have signed up for sure. But Nicole added that since the class has got the attention of most of the students now, the university is considering allowing students to attend summer classes naked. It was hard for me to grasp what she was saying, knowing the repressive laws being passed by the city council and the public at large that seem to be ok with them. I felt like I was missing something, some key piece to explain all this. Nicole told me not to think too hard about it, that everything will make sense real soon. I told her I found that hard to believe, but I would keep an open mind. I asked her how the local businesses would feel about their customers coming into their stores naked or their employees wanting to work naked. She said once nudity is accepted, businesses will start allowing their customers to shop naked. She said, take that fast-food restaurant, for instance. Once word gets out that they let customers come through the drive-thru naked and it is increasing their business, other fast-food restaurants will follow suit. Then other businesses such as grocery stores, other restaurants, even the big box stores will jump on board. It will be a domino effect, she said.

Our discussion then turned to the corporate world and how they would react. Nicole said corporate America takes itself way too seriously and doesn't allow creative, fun ideas into the corporate business model. The corporate world is so obsessed with timekeeping, matrix management, projects, and tracking project hours down to the second that it loses its focus on quality and customer appreciation. But once one corporation makes the decision to embrace nudity, then others will jump on board as well. Yeah, but which one is going to be bold enough to be the first one? I asked her. She said you never know; the company you work for might be the first. If only that were true, I said. I would love to be able to work naked, but after this morning I would rather work from home if I could. She told me again how to turn the tables on my co-workers and use the leverage I have to get them off my back. Be brave, be strong, be confident, and don't back down, she told me.

We had finally finished our lunch and were walking back to the stairwell. As we were walking up the stairs, she said she would be in meetings the rest of the week and wouldn't have a chance to do lunch with me again until next Monday. We said our goodbyes and I opened the door to my floor with renewed confidence. As I made my way to my desk, I noticed all eyes were on me again. This time I just smiled as if it was a normal day at the office. When I got to my desk and put my purse down, I happened to see Angela coming towards me. I took a deep breath and focused on what Nicole had told me, prepared for this confrontation.

"Well, well, well, the slut actually returned from lunch. I'm surprised you didn't quit after your little breakdown in the women's bathroom this morning. You really think I didn't follow you and listen at the door? Then tell the whole floor you were crying your eyes out? Aww, boo hoo hoo!" she then burst out laughing. I just stood there staring at her with an amused look on my face. I noticed some of my co-workers looked confused by this.

"If you think your pathetic attempt at humor is going to upset me, then you are sadly mistaken", I said.

"Oh, the slut seems to have gotten braver since lunch. Did you have a few "drinks" to drown your sorrows, a little liquid courage? she said sarcastically.

"I don't need alcohol to stand up to you, or anyone else on this floor. All I need is what I have up here." I said, pointing to my head.

Angela burst out laughing, and I noticed a few other co-workers laughing as well. When she stopped laughing, she said, "That was a good one! I really needed that laugh. Hey, maybe you could become a comedian after you quit Wednesday. You know, you could be the naked comedian and travel around the country letting everyone see your naked pussy on stage. You'd like that, wouldn't you? All the people staring at your naked body, and I'm sure people would be taking pictures of you, then posting them on the internet where millions of people will stare at your naked body. I bet that makes you wet just thinking about it," she said.

To tell the truth, I hate to admit it, but it really does. But that is another story. She continued, "I know, your stage name could be the Naked Slut and..."

"ENOUGH!" I shouted. She was actually surprised at my outburst, as were my co-workers. Actually, so was I. "The only slut around here is you. Just because I am naked doesn't mean I want to sleep with everyone. Unlike you, who will sleep with anyone with two legs and a dick. Now, do you want to leave me alone, or shall I tell everyone how you have slept with half the married men in the office?" Immediately, she gasped, and the look of shock and terror on her face was priceless. She quickly turned around and walked back to her desk, avoiding eye contact with anyone.

Feeling more confident than ever, I addressed the rest of my co-workers. "Now, as for the rest of you, I know all of your secrets too, thanks to the real office slut there. So, unless you want me to expose all your secrets to everyone here, you will stop glaring at me, stop whispering about me, and stop staring at me. Just pretend I'm wearing clothes and everything will be fine. But if I see anyone staring at me, or hear anyone whispering about me, then I will send out an email to everyone in the company revealing your secrets. Oh, and I'm sorry to inform you all that nobody is going to win the office pool because I am not quitting. You will just have to get used to me being naked from now on."

I was actually surprised that I spoke to them in an authoritative tone and was equally surprised at my boldness. Never before in my life had I spoken to anyone like that. As I looked at my co-workers, however, I saw them look away from me and back to their computers. When I sat down at my desk, I heard clapping coming from the far end of the floor. I looked up to see two women and two men clapping and smiling. I gave them a thumbs up to acknowledge them and then looked at my own computer to focus on the presentation.

I was so wrapped up in my work that when I looked at the clock on my computer, I was shocked to see that it was already 4:30 pm. It was then that I felt the need to go to the women's bathroom, but not to cry. I went to the bathroom, and as I was washing my hands, one of my co-workers came in. Her name was Jennifer, and she looked to be around my age; I later found out she was 30. She was shorter than me, 5'3", with a slim build. It was hard to tell since her pantsuit looked to be a size too big for her frame. She had long brown hair just past her shoulders and brown eyes. She looked very nervous.

"Um... hi, Cindy. I... um... promise I'm not here to make fun of you. I wanted to ask you a question. If... if.... if that's.... um... ok with you." she said.

I smiled and told her that it was fine to ask her question. She looked at me and smiled back.

"Why were you naked in the office Friday night?" she asked.

I then proceeded to tell her everything that happened that night. I told her that I just love being naked as much as possible, and if it were left up to me, I would never wear clothes again. I just feel so much more comfortable naked and tried to describe to her how wonderful it feels.

"Wow, that sounds awesome. How did you start to like being naked so much?" she asked.

I told her that since I had my own place, I walk around naked all the time. I sleep nude, watch TV nude, clean my house nude, and sunbathe nude in my private backyard. I told her I never wear clothes at home and even answer the door nude. My friends already know to expect that, and they are ok with it. A couple even join me and get naked as well. I also told her how my skin reacts whenever any type of material touches it, although for some reason I don't get the same reaction when I sleep under the sheets on my bed.

"That sounds like so much fun, being naked all the time. I wish I could do that," she said.

"Do you live by yourself?" I asked.

"Yes, but what if someone sees me?" she asked.

"Who cares? My neighbors have seen me naked, and nobody has complained yet. I don't even hide it anymore. My curtains are open most of the day, and the neighbors see me going to and from work, starting today, and so far, no one has said anything to me about it." I replied. I let that sink in for a few moments. "You should really try it tonight. As soon as you get home, take off all your clothes and spend the rest of the evening naked. Try sleeping naked; you will love that! You will never sleep in clothes again! Just see how you like it." I said.

"Well... ok... I will try it. Thank you for talking to me," she said as she turned to leave.

"No problem. Anytime." I replied and watched as she left the bathroom.

I went back to my desk to continue my work on the presentation. This time, when I left the bathroom, no one stared at me. Everyone was staring at their computers. It seemed as if everything was back to normal; I was back to being ignored again. I could not believe the change in attitude from this morning. In fact, as some of my co-workers left for the evening, they would say, "Have a good evening", or just "Good night". Nicole's plan actually worked. I stayed behind for about thirty minutes to finish up my work and to let most of my co-workers leave ahead of me. I was hoping to avoid any confrontation in the parking lot. But I did not have to worry because when I left the stairwell to go to my car, the parking lot was mostly empty. Only a few cars remained.

I got in my car and pulled out of the parking garage and then realized my next challenge: driving home naked in broad daylight. I realized I would have to drive the 20 minutes to my house where hundreds of people could see me, including my neighbors. To my surprise, I wasn't nervous at all. I just put on my sunglasses and lowered the windows in my car to enjoy the cool breeze on my body, pretending it was a normal drive home. I did notice people looking at me, but most people either didn't acknowledge me or merely waved at me. Of course, there were a handful of whistles and catcalls from men, but I just waved and drove past them.

When I pulled into my driveway, I noticed a few of my neighbors were outside in their yards or going for a walk on the sidewalk. I really didn't pay much attention to them; I just walked into my house as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I went into the living room to turn on the TV and turned to look out the window. A few people were watching my house, but most either didn't see me or had turned their attention back to what they were doing. I got the feeling this was going to be a good week after all.

Around 8:00 pm that night, I had just finished cleaning up from dinner when I heard a knock at my front door. I thought that was strange since I wasn't expecting anyone to come over. When I opened the door, I was not prepared for what I saw, or rather who I saw. There were three people standing there, all wearing bright smiles on their faces, and except for shoes, that's all they were wearing. All three were naked. First, there was Ms. Carter, who lived next door. She was in her mid-to-late 60s and a widow. Her husband died about 10 years ago. She was 5' 5" with long silver and blonde hair down to the middle of her back. She was in great shape for her age, or any age for that matter. Then next to her were Mr. and Mrs. Matthews, who lived across the street. He was around 50 with sandy brown hair and grey eyes. He was 6ft. tall and had an average build, not muscular but not a typical "dad bod" either. She was 46, 5' 7" with shoulder-length auburn hair and brown eyes. She did carry a few extra pounds, but she carried it well. Most people were drawn to her perfect 36D breasts rather than any extra weight. They must have noticed the stunned look on my face when Ms. Carter spoke first.

"I hope we aren't disturbing you, sweetie. If we are, we can come back another time," she said.

"Uh... no... not at all... I just finished cleaning up from dinner. Please, come in." I replied. I stepped out of the way to let them enter. "Please, we can sit in the living room," I said and led them into the living room. I sat in the reclining chair and let all three sit on the couch.

"You must be wondering why three naked people just showed up at your house tonight," said Mrs. Matthews.

"Yes, I am a little surprised," I replied.

"Actually, we are a little embarrassed to admit this, but we have been watching you for a few weeks. We noticed you are naked all the time, and you don't have a problem showing off to the neighborhood. We wanted to talk to you about it but didn't know the best way to approach you. When we saw you come home today naked, we decided now was the best time to talk to you. We thought it would be better to come here naked, hoping that would make you feel more comfortable with us. We were wondering, are you a nudist or an exhibitionist?" asked Mrs. Matthews.

"First of all, I am definitely not an exhibitionist. While it does feel good to be naked, I don't necessarily get sexually aroused by being naked or by being seen naked. On the other hand, I wouldn't classify myself as a nudist either. I love being naked and can't stand to wear clothes. I would be naked all the time if I could. It just so happens that this week I get to go to work naked. But I may have to start wearing clothes again next week unless I can convince my manager to let me continue working naked. That's why you saw me naked when I came home from work today." I could see the confused looks on their faces, so I told them about what happened Friday night at the office and about the punishment I had to endure this week.

"Well, Cindy, sounds like you handled the situation with your co-workers quite admirably, and I doubt you will have any more trouble from them the rest of the week," said Mr. Matthews.

"Thank you. I hope you are right." I replied. "So why did you come over tonight?" I asked.

"Oh right, well... just so you know, we are nudists, the Matthews and I, " began Ms. Carter. "We actually met at a nude beach a few years ago. We have been nudists for many years, but we don't usually let people know out of a fear of ridicule and judgment, or being arrested. After seeing you and your carefree attitude about being naked, we started thinking we wanted to be just as carefree as you. We talked to most of the neighbors around us, and they all said they did not have a problem with nudity. If we wanted to walk around naked, even outside, they were fine with that. A few even said they were naked around the house most of the time but weren't quite ready to venture outside. You inspired us to be more confident and open about our nude lifestyle, and we wanted to come by in person tonight to thank you. You have shown us we don't need to hide behind our doors anymore, and we can show people that just because we're naked doesn't mean we are doing anything sexual."

"We've also been trying to think of a way to show the neighbors we are not perverts or deviant in any way, and that we are normal people like everyone else; we just prefer to be naked. We have thought about creating pamphlets explaining our nude lifestyle, but we are not sure that's the best approach. So, we decided to come by and ask your opinion as to what would be the best way to go about this." said Mrs. Matthews.

My mind was blown away at this point. I have three naked neighbors in my living room that I barely know, and they are asking me how to go about spreading the word about our nude lifestyle. "Why not be bold and just put it out there... you could have a naked block party and invite the whole neighborhood. Make it clothing-optional; nudity would be encouraged but not required. If people were comfortable enough, they would have the option to get naked. Those who were not comfortable could stay dressed. You three would be naked and could answer any questions about your lifestyle, and you could hand out the pamphlets you were talking about. You could explain what your lifestyle was all about and show those skeptical that it's not about sex." I replied.

"Brilliant idea, Cindy!" exclaimed Mr. Matthews. "Would you be willing to help us organize this block party and attend it as well? With the four of us together, I think we could change a few minds and open a few eyes to a new way of looking at nudity in general."

I was surprised that they would ask for my help, but I agreed to help them in any way I could. They would work out all the details and let me know how I could help. We set a tentative date for the following weekend, and we chatted for a few more minutes. They left shortly after, and I felt excited about making some new friends. I was surprised to find out there were actual nudists in my neighborhood. Everyone here seemed so reserved and kept to themselves for the most part. Just goes to show, you have to watch out for the quiet ones!