Janice's Naked Journal

** All characters mentioned or named in this story are 18+ years old. **

Friday, June 6

Brent had to get up for work. Kayla and I woke up with him, Carmen got up and followed us downstairs. Tracy and Sarah were up as usual with a pot of coffee made. We made mugs of coffee, and grabbed towels heading to the shower.

Brent started with me and Kayla, hand washing and groping us at the same time, with that big grin on his face. He was thorough with our asses and pussies. With her date tonight, Brent gave Kayla a complete shave. Carmen was waiting with my towel, gently drying me off before heading upstairs.

Then he started on Tracy and Sarah, hand washing and groping them, giving Tracy a touch up on her shave. Then he waved Carmen in. He hand washed and groped her thoroughly, a soapy finger washing inside her asshole, two then three soapy fingers washing her pussy. He touched up her shave for her day away from home.

When Brent was done, she ran soaking wet to be by my side upstairs in the bathroom. I played with her wet sexy ass a bit while finishing my morning routine. Carmen was last, doing a great job with her hair and makeup.

Brent was first out the door, heading to work. I left a bit later for BASU. Carmen had a morning appointment for teeth whitening, then Kayla would bring her to BASU.

I get to my office bit after 9:00. There were already several 'Nudie Nerdettes' in the lounge area. I opened the folding partition a bit, "Good naked morning ladies." I took a seat and had a great time listening to their naked stories, new to the naked life.

One woman smiled, "Thinking about achieving the gold bracelet, I stopped on the way home to fill my car. Stopping for gas was a trip. Which pump location is best, but then getting out of the car, all eyes and some cell phones were on me. That was exciting. It's when you run your card and put the nozzle in. Now you're trapped, standing naked in public, waiting on the pump to shut off never felt so long. Nobody approached me, but that thought just circled in my mind."

I nodded, "Yeah. You get used to it. But of all the shopping or errands, pumping gas is maybe the most difficult."

She smiled, "Right? I stopped at Safeway afterwards, with a long list. Yeah, I was watched, cell phones out, but I could keep moving, avoid aisles temporarily. It was fun and more comfortable."

I asked, "Ready to give up clothes?"

She laughed, "Got Sunday dinner with my parents every week. Scary thinking of showing up naked, but determined to try, maybe. If I get through that, my clothes are gone."

I had fun talking with them, then I sat behind my desk getting organized for Monday, checking three times, not wanting to mess up my first day.

Close to noon, Kayla showed up with Carmen. Her teeth were nice and white, and she was comfortable smiling. I told her, "Let's go hit a shop, then when we get back, we'll get your ID." I invited Kayla to come with us, locked the partition, and my door, and we were off. I drove us to an adult store in South San Francisco. I had a couple things in mind.

We were eagerly welcomed into the shop. Not very busy that time of day, but there were a few guys in there. The woman asked if were looking for anything in particular? I nodded, "Easy to wash off body paints? Then just browse."

She smiled, "This way." Towards the back of the store she pointed out body paint like markers. "Easy to apply, easy to wash off with baby oil, no brush needed."

I selected a pack with six different color pens, "Perfect. Thank you." Then I browsed around with Carmen, wandering into the BDSM merchandise. I don't know much about this stuff, don't have a need for bondage or instruments of pain. The outfits and accessories were interesting.

I saw slave collars of all different types. Some with loops to hook a leash or chain. Studs, spikes seemed to be popular. I wanted one that looked nice. On the lowest set of hooks, a pink leather collar, with the word 'SLAVE' in large individual chrome letters on the front. The buckle in the back, and the little padlock to make sure in can't be removed were chrome as well. I put it on her and buckled it in place, holding up the black version beside it.

I decided, she's not a dark BDSM slave. Pink in the right choice. I broke the plastic piece holding the ring with the keys and padlock. I put the padlock on the collar and the keys in my bag. Kayla was at the register with two different butt plugs and anal lube, checking out. I paid for the markers and the collar.

We headed back to BASU. Carmen seemed positively proud of her new collar like it was expensive jewelry to be flaunted. After opening the partition part way, I sat at my desk. She stood beside me so I could play with her ass. There was nearly twenty 'Nudie Nerdettes' in the lounge. This is going to be the primary hangout for naked women at BASU. There were a couple new members with Tracy. We took care of their paperwork.

Carmen followed me as we took the new members to Security with their paperwork to have their student ID's updated. Then I went through the process to get Carmen an ID as my teacher's assistant. Soon she had a photo ID with a lanyard. We all headed back to the lounge as a group. Kayla headed to her truck to make a couple stops on the way home. A few minutes later, Debra stepped in my office, "Heading out. Ted is picking me up, my place, about 6:00."

I smiled, "Know where you're going?"

She laughed, "Going naked, don't really need to know, right?"

I laughed, "Have fun. I want details" She nodded and headed out. I locked up the partition and my office door, then Carmen and I headed out.

Brent was already home by the time we arrived. He'd already fucked Kathy and had Cheryl bent over the outdoor table, stroking firmly as she moaned. I took my seat at the table with Carmen standing beside me at the corner of the table. I played with her ass as Brent was stroking harder, Cheryl moaning louder. He groaned deep, holding it in, erupting shot after shot of hot cum inside her. Cheryl's scream ended as she ran out of air.

My Sarah came up from the pool and took Cheryl's spot, bent over with her legs spread, dripping wet. He worked his slippery sticky dick in her pussy. She looked up at me, then over to Carmen, "I love your collar." Carmen grinned as Sarah started moaning. Brent was stroking slow but firm, slamming into her. He kept at that pace until he felt that point of no return, then pounded her quickly, groaning deep.

Sarah was on the edge, holding her breath. Then Brent groaned deep, exploding blasts of hot cum deep inside her, her loud moan continuing through his long final stream of hot cum. He was catching his breath as I said, "Got you something." I smiled, handing him the pack of markers, "Easy clean body paint markers. Thought you might want to write on us at the orgy."

Brent took the green marker out of the pack and wrote on my Sarah's back, 'FUCKED BY BRENT,' nice and big. He smiled, "Ohh, I love these." Sarah had to go in and look at her back in the mirror. She came back out laughing, "How long does it last?"

I answered, "It melts off with baby oil. Would you run down to CVS and get us some?" She laughed, grabbing her keys without a way to cleanup first, and headed out to her car.

Kayla arrived and headed upstairs. She took the smaller butt plug out of the package. All black, with a huge orange jewel in the little round pull handle, to get more attention. A little lube and she popped it in. After admiring it in a mirror, she wore it out to the back porch, wiggling her ass in front of everyone. We all smiled and applauded her little show.

She smiles, "What does every one think, wear it on my date? A little jewelry?"

When Brent smiled and said "Derek will love it." That's all she needed to hear. She was naked, a butt plug in her ass, and ready for her date. Brent and the girls headed to the kitchen to start on a dinner.

My Sarah walked into the CVS, really getting the attention, cell phones out, 'FUCKED BY BRENT,' on her back, smelling of sex. She was followed by cell phones as she looked for baby oil and grabbed three bottles. Then she went to the self checkout, surrounded by cell phones. After paying, she walked out to her car. Before starting the car, she busted out laughing, that was the most fun shopping ever.

She was just a minute ahead of Derek driving up the twisty road. After she got out of her car, he pulled up in his Jeep. My Sarah greeted him, "Derek, right?"

He smiled getting out of the Jeep with an arrangement for flowers, "It's been a few years, but now I know I'm at the right place."

Sarah smiled, "Follow me." She turned towards the house so he could read her back.

He laughed, following her, "Definitely the right place."

My Sarah stopped him at the door, "Wait here. You're not undressed properly."

A couple minutes later, Kayla stepped out, looking Derek over. He was doing the same thing, taking in the sight of her naked body. She did a slow twirl for him. He smiled, "The pic didn't do you justice." Then he remembered the flowers, "I thought a kinda traditional start to an evening out?"

Kayla smiled, "They're beautiful. Thank you." I'd invite you in, but you gotta be naked. I'll be back in a few, ready to go."

Derek smiled, thinking, 'Definitely a different start to a date.'

Kayla came back out with her bag, barefoot naked with her butt plug still in, Derek smiled, "Wow." They walked to his Jeep, a two door olive green Wrangler, big tires, step rails, no roof, no doors, 'On Target' logo on the hood. Derek helped her up in the passenger side, then he jumped in.

Kayla asked, "You sure you're ready to walk in a restaurant with me?"

He looked at her, "I'd walk in anywhere with you."

They talked all along the drive down the twisty road, then he pulled in a parking lot of an old western looking saloon, advertising dinner dancing.

She'd driven by it so many times, every trip to and from the cabin. It explained the jeans and cowboy boots. Stepping in, the hostess looked at Kayla, then Derek, "You're the one that called?"

Derek nodded, "Yes, Derek Platt."

She took them to a table close to the bar, along the dance floor, with a great view of the band and stage. Derek nodded, "Perfect." Every eye in the place was on Kayla. The band was playing, with a few couples out on the dance floor.

They took seats overlooking the band and dance floor. Kayla kept the bar to her back, "Never been to a place like this before. Club with a DJ, but not a restaurant.

A waitress came around for drink orders and to leave menus, "No hurry on ordering dinners. Most everyone hangs for the drinks, music and dance floor."

After ordering drinks, Kayla smiled, "Still got the Army in your blood, huh?"

He smiled, "Yeah. The Jeep was a clue, huh? I did six years with two deployments. Then decided that was enough. But still, you do what you know if you don't go for college. I know guns. I have a couple friends, veterans, that believe in me. We partnered up, and so the gun shop, and everything related to guns and weapons."

Kayla smiled, "Four years for me, enough to get good educational benefits. So, I'm at BASU, with all the younger girls at Brent's, studying for a degree in engineering."

They continued talking, and Kayla was getting more comfortable with the environment. The band started playing a line dance song she'd learned at the cabin. She looked at Derek, "Dance with me?"

Derek got up with her and they got in with the group, side by side, joining in. That got a lot of attention, a young naked black woman, with a hot body, line dancing not missing a step. It surprised Derek too. As the song ended, the band switched to a slow dance ballad. It was routine for them as it kept men on the dance floor. Derek took her hand, and put his other hand on her back, holding her close, starting to dance together. It was his first opportunity to feel her soft skin, her muscular body, drawing her closer. It was a moment for both of them.

After the dances, they sat back down and soon ordered another round of drinks and placed the dinner orders. They talked watching others dance to more country western tunes. That brought a different set of diners out to the dance floor for a couple three songs.

When another line dance started, Kayla took Derek back out on the dance floor. Derek did his best to keep up with her. Kayla didn't miss a step, tough to do barefoot. But then it was followed by another slow dance ballad. He could hold her close and look into her bright amber eyes.

They sat back down just before their dinner was brought out. The bartender came over with a black cowboy hat from their western wear and souvenir shop, then lightly set it on her head, "Little lady, you've earned this."

She adjusted it on her head, "Thank you. Awesome!"

She looked at Derek smiling. He looked at her, "That really looks good on you."

Their dinners arrived. With the bar and dance floor being the main focus, the dinners were much better than expected. Midway through dinner, another line dance she learned started. She looked at Derek. He smiled and took her hand. They fit in the crowd, Kayla wearing her hat, and joined in. Kayla didn't miss a step. Then another slow song. Derek comfortably held her against him. As the song ended, Kayla gave him a quick little kiss before they headed back to their table. It didn't embarrass him a bit.

They finished their dinners, too much food on the plate for Kayla. Brent switched to water when Kayla ordered another drink. They stayed for another couple rounds on the dance floor, Kayla's kiss getting longer each time. They talked between visits to the dance floor. But it was feeling like it was time to leave.

On the way out, Derek asked, "Up for doing something else."

As he helped her up in the passenger side, Kayla smiled, "Yeah, let's go."

It was dark and chilly. Derek admitted, looking at her nipples and goosebumps, "I guess I should've put the top back on?"

Kayla grinned, "Cold air makes you feel more naked, let's roll."

Derek headed towards the El Camino, Friday evening traffic and her naked in an open Jeep holding onto her hat. A couple miles and a turn, they pulled up to his, and his partner's gun shop, "C'mon." He helped her out, then they walked up to the entrance. He knocked on the door, and night security opened the door for them. Derek smiled, "Evening Sam."

They walked through the warm shop, feeling good to Kayla, and through a back door. Kayla grinned, "An indoor gun range. Awesome."

Derek had a cart with several different rifles and handguns with ammo, "I brought out all the demonstrators. I figured it's been awhile since you've been on a range, shooting?"

Kayla nodded, "Since I left the Army. She picked up a handgun, checked the chamber and clip to be sure it wasn't loaded, "Glock 17, 9 millimeter. My favorite. I like the weight and length over the '19.'

He grabbed a box of ammo and handed it to her, "I've already got a target out there for you."

She loaded the clip. Standing in position, she sends one to the chamber and clicked off the safety. She put three shots straight in the forehead. She let five more shots fly, hitting the heart area, "Love the Glock."

Derek looked at the target, "Damn."

Kayla fired of another shot, right between the eyes. Then with six more shots, put a smile on his face. Derek smiled, "Now you're showing off."

They shot targets for more than an hour while discussing and shooting various guns. Kayla gave him a kiss, "I really enjoyed this. Thank you."

Derek smiled, "Time to go home, huh? Have you seen my handcuffs?"

Kayla laughed, "Maybe another time."

Derek asked, "Can I loan you a jacket or something for the ride?"

She shook her head, "Too hard headed. I gave up clothing, sticking to it."

They talked on the road back to the cabin. Derek helped her out of the Jeep, asking, "Can I call on you again?"

Kayla took a step, up against him, putting her hand behind his head and started a long deep passionate kiss, not letting go until she was done, "You better call." She put on her hat and walked to the front porch, leaving him speechless.

The house dark, Kayla came up quietly for her nighttime routine, then slipped under the covers, her hat hanging on the bedpost.