"Well, THAT, wasn't like anything I've done before. How did you do this to me? My pulse is still racing. You know, my ultra modest sister would DIE if she were here. I wonder when we can bring her."
Earlier that night...
"Honey, can we go out tonight to somewhere exciting? Maybe a pleasant meal where we can plan something kinky to do. I'm feeling the urge to misbehave. HA! When have I ever said that?"
"Hmm, maybe when we used to slip away to the college swamp and 'play' on shore or in the car? I remember many fogged up windows. Sally, I'm so happy I married YOU and not your sister. One day we'll spread her legs and share the obvious camel toe she trots around so innocently and prominently. I'm sure she's teasing us with her 'innocence'. We'll have our revenge one day. But for tonight ... I do have a place in mind. It's a private club with a gourmet chef and classy meals. You should dress nicely and sexy. I'm sure you can find something that will inspire me."
"How about that tight white number with the narrow, ruffled waist? It's a little on the VERY short side, and the square, plunging cut top doesn't hide much. Didn't you tell me you get a peek at my nipples whenever I move?"
"Oh yes! And when you bend even a little, everybody gets a peek at your perfect nips, then one full tit. Don't even try to pretend you didn't know why men keep tripping and bumping walls when you lean forward. To me, you are a breath taking beauty."
"Aww, well, flattery will get you ANYwhere, so keep it up."
"I hear this club, NAKE, has an unusual tradition. Whatever you're wearing, they like you to arrive in a trench coat and wear it to the table. Most keep it open, but on until dessert."
"If I'm going to keep it on, I might as well be naked under it. Would you like THAT?"
"You wouldn't be the first to do that there."
"Ohhhh, so there's a chance we'll see some other nips escape their bonds! Hmm, I guess that makes ME a voyeur then. I can deal with that. The anticipation is making me a little moist already! Let's go!"
During the twenty minute drive there, she teased me with glimpses of her tanned, bare legs nearly to her moist pussy. She continued bouncing her knees apart for me, distracting me to stupidity, fanning her intoxicatingly fragrant cuny for me. I stammered a few of the details. "It's exempt from the exposure laws because it's a private club called in full, "NAKE, Ed's Place." $1 of each meal IS the membership due and we each have to sign in, though we can make up names. Some people get very creative, some resort to kid stuff like 'Amed Adoody'. You can expect to see a bare boob or three, maybe even your own! How do you feel about exposing a tit to everyone?"
"Wow! Well, when in Rome..." We pulled up to the gated driveway at the address I had.
There was no sign of a business, nothing about a restaurant. By all appearances, this was someone's large, well-maintained private home with lush rolling lawns. I hit the button and a camera blinked on. A mysterious disembodied voice asked, almost threateningly, if they could help. I had been told to say NOTHING more than the full name of the place, so I bellowed "NAKEDS PLACE." Wordlessly, the gate buzzed and opened and we pulled into the full, but small parking area.
It was well lit and close enough to the French doors to afford the people inside a clear view of arriving guests. Sally made a point of exiting slowly, one ... leg ... at ... a ... time ... Smiling coyly, she aimed one knee at the doors and let her unbuttoned trench coat spread open with only the loosely tied belt holding it. Her shapely, well toned, gorgeous, gaping gams so brazenly exposed so much bare skin, no one could tell if she wore anything under the coat. THIS was how she likes to expose herself. Slyly, knowing that she was probably exposed, but not too open or blatant. "Ouuu, THAT felt naughty. Do you think anyone noticed?"
"I think they ALL were watching. And hoping you left your panties homes. Did you?"
"Maybe you'll find out when we leave here." Little did she yet suspect that I planned to know before dessert. We entered the posh dining area to a hushed group. All eyes were on her, trying to tell if she had ANYthing under the coat. Her sexy dress was so tiny that despite long leggy strides, we couldn't tell. Apparently since there were only six couples there, and all were just placing their meal orders, nine P.M. was their early bird window and opening time. Sally kept her coat on and tauntingly sat. This was our 1st time here so she didn't know the rules. "Why is that woman stripping off all her clothes at the table?"
We ordered the chef's specialty and I explained more of the rules as we drank some very potent Cabernet. "I'll explain. You are so hot, men and women are drooling in your direction." She blushed, and pushed out her full chest. "After a classy meal comes THE dessert, IF the lady qualifies. Yes, dear, you have to earn the specialty dessert. It's an ice cream log the size of a Twinkie, but twice as long. It's covered in chocolate sauce and toped with crushed hazelnuts, almond crunch, dark chocolate and a luscious dense hazelnut cream. There's a little flag on a six-inch skewer stuck in the end. It has a practical purpose I'll let you guess at awhile.
"Before her dessert order is accepted, she must strip at the table - NAKE-ED. See, this isn't really Ed's Place. Once naked under the coat, she, by that I mean YOU may drop the trench coat or slip the coat off your shoulders and keep it on your arms. You are allowed to strip under the coat or come in wearing only the coat. Either way, you must be visibly and completely naked to everyone else in the club. THEN the happy waiter can take the dessert order. He will accept your promise of nudity if you want to stretch out your strip tease for us. But you won't get dessert until you are totally naked. Take it as a dare to strip among strangers. Aha! I see that intrigues you. One nipple is about to shred your dress. Lean forward a little to give them a peek at your tantalizing tits."
"You really want me to show strangers in a club EVERYTHING? Tits, pussy and ass? Then what? What if they want to finger fuck me? Are you OK with me blowing them here? I thought leaving my bra and panties off was too daring!"
"I'd rather you blow me, here, while they watch. If you're OK with their finger fucking your ass or pussy and you don't pick up any STDs, I'm happy to watch. You said you were feeling naughty ... how naughty? While we wait for dessert, you must AT LEAST walk around the table, coat off or draped on your arms, to your date. All kinds of sex play are permitted except intercourse. Orgasms are encouraged. In fact, you get a new, free dessert for each orgasm. The frozen log is often inserted in any hole, then shared. It's time to put up. Are you ready to lead?"
"Oh fuck! My heart's POUNDING! Both blondes there have removed their tops and have their tits out already, but that's all. OK ... watch this." She stood, facing me, her back to the other couples. Though she could take her arms out of the coat, then strip off her dress, she decided to shirk the coat. It hit the floor with a mild, but dramatic thump. She struck a pose as if she were on stage- head turned sharply over her shoulder, brown, wavy hair flying wildly.
She threw her gorgeous long legs far apart and tightened her plump, high ass. Her short white dress rose several inches more than a mini should. Every bit of exposed thigh was tanned, toned and mouth watering. The room got quieter as all eyes turned to her luscious body. With a confident smirk, she reached over her shoulders and unhooked her dress. She slowly slid the zipper down, down, down ... past her muscled back and showed the strangers the crack of her sweet ass. The front loosened completely, the back opened to expose the sides of her tight tits, seven cocks lurched. She shrugged the dress off her shoulders, but caught it just before her nipples escaped. Sally froze briefly with a fake 'aw shucks, what did I do?' expression.
I was the only one, so far, who had a well-lit view of her ample cleavage. After briefly twisting at her waist to share that view with all the tables around her, she pointed to her feet and let the dress top slide down her arms. Past her sumptuous tits, her swollen and tall nipples, beyond her navel until it stopped low on her hips. The A/C chilled her nipples and some of us saw them LEAP to their tallest. Her full C cups were firm and stood perfectly balanced on her sweet chest. Only her widely spread legs kept the last of her tiny dress on her hips.
She leaned over our table, letting her tits slap my face and her pillowy ass jut out at the strangers. I gently took a tit in hand, then pointed it at half the group before sucking its cherry tip into my famished mouth. Sally looked over her back and saw all the women had their tits exposed. One tit in hand, their partners stroked the other. They were rubbing dicks, three of them already standing up outside of pants. She smiled at me and said, "I'm ready." as she pulled her feet together.
We still didn't know if she had panties on. The last of her tiny dress collapsed and slid over her succulent ass. No! No panties. The dress puddled around her spiked heels, her sweet and very bare ass displayed for all to enjoy. Of course, this gave me a public view of her ohh sooo sweeeet pussy. She'd trimmed her bush down to her clit, then shaved her lips clean.
.... There is more of this story ...