Janice's Naked Journal

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

Thursday, June 19, (not the actual date to protect the guilty - me)

Hi, my readers and fans! More reality today.

But first, a reader asked for a detailed description of myself, I've posted it in some detail in a couple stories, but...

At almost 5-1 tall, 92 to 95 pounds, I'm a slender petite woman with tight muscular definition from workouts. I have long dirty blonde hair, a good all over tan, my skin often darker than my hair with light blonde highlights. I get my share of looks from men. Oh, cobalt blue eyes, cute face, firm and perky B-cup boobs, slender hips curving to my narrow waist, shapely legs, a great little ass. I have a wide thigh gap that kinda continues between my ass cheeks, my asshole is always visible between my firm little round ass cheeks. My cleanly shaved pussy has those rare longish extended, protruding pink to dark kinda flower like ruffled edges, inner pussy lips, and my clit protrudes from my barely there hood. I think of my pussy as looking 'welcoming.'

So, my readers, I took another day off. I've been editing a story I wrote like three years ago. Having another day of naked research instead.

With Brian, the guy I met at the oil change place coming over for dinner, I started putting together a list of groceries items. I sat out on the covered patio with my coffee and tablet. I look over, so proud, my privacy fence gate is still latched wide open. People out in that area of the parking lot can see me naked. I can be seen from the sidewalk along the street, probably eighty feet away, as well.

Anyways, I had my grocery list complete. What I make for myself is generally simple and quick. I needed ingredients to make something impressive for a date. I sent the order in to Walmart. An hour later, I grabbed my bag and was out the door barefoot naked. I walked, no mad dash, to my car. I didn't stop to check for people before getting on the main walkway, either. I'm working at being brave during my naked outings.

Pulling out of the parking lot, I turned towards the Boulevard, then a right towards Walmart. In the back of my mind I had something else in mind, an additional stop on the way. On the right hand side was my favorite car wash and detailing place. I pull in and stop in line. A young guy I've seen many times came to my window, "Hi. Oh, you're naked?"

I gave him the pleading blue eyes look, "Yeah, it's a dare. I come here a lot. Would this be okay?"

He waved the supervisor over. I see him here every time I get my car washed. He looked at me in my car, "This is a different look for you?"

I pleaded with him, "I know. It's a dare? Would you mind terribly?"

He sighed, "I don't want to disappoint a regular customer. You know you can't stay in the car?"

I nodded, "I know. That's why it's a dare."

He laughed, "We're having a special on hand applied ceramic coating, on tire shine, and on the monthly car wash package? The ceramic coating takes maybe fifteen minutes after the car is dried off."

I asked, "Can I use the monthly package like this?"

He nodded with a slight laugh, "If I let you this time, can't very well deny you in the future."

The young guy was entering my order as I told the manager, "Yeah, the full monthly package, and add tire shine and ceramic coating today." I thought going naked would save money, but another ding to my budget.

My heart was pounding, and I was getting aroused as the manager smiled telling the young guy, "Be sure to get the monthly package sticker on her windshield." Then the big moment, The young guy opened my door and I got out barefoot naked. He handed me my ticket and pointed to the usual customer entrance.

He pulled my car forward to the vacuum station. The guys standing there staring at me. I waved with a nervous smile. I'm trapped naked without my car, nervous and aroused enjoying this. My pussy tingled, getting wet.

I entered the long hall with windows where you can watch your car. There were customers ahead of me following their cars, now looking at me. A guy that pulled up behind me, followed me in not a minute later. We both waited for our cars to show up in the windows. He kept glancing at me, but wearing a wedding ring, politely kept to himself, with a huge grin.

I pointed at my GTI, "There's my baby. I like to go fast."

He cleared his throat, "I believe that." We followed our cars as they went through the stages, until arriving at the waiting area at the end. There were eight or nine people waiting, mostly men. One guy came over to me, "Certainly not complaining, but I have to ask about your nudity?"

I smiled, "It's a dare."

His ticket number was called from the window. He went up to pay, then out the door to his car. Getting the hand applied ceramic coating meant others were paying and more people were arriving to see me trapped and waiting naked. I talked with a couple guys hitting on me. One gave me his card, another I gave him my number. He was really cute.

A woman looked me over and muttered, "Slut."

I smiled, "Never been young and did a stupid dare?"

She sighed, "Yeah. Sorry."

The ceramic coating added 20 minutes to my wait. I was still trapped in the waiting area as people left and more arrived, explaining to several people my being naked is a dare. Then my ticket number was called out. I took care of my bill, then headed outside. My car was by the sidewalk as two guys were just giving it a light final buff.

I was standing ten feet from the sidewalk, 15 feet from the busiest boulevard in the area. That was the scariest time naked ever! My pussy however was enjoying it as my juices were running down my thighs. All I could think was CHP, Sheriffs and city cops are constantly driving that stretch. Maybe three minutes felt like thirty, my heart pounding, and aroused, I was getting soaked, juices running down past my knees. Drivers passing by, honking horns and waving, kept me on edge. My car looked shiny, like new. One guy opened my door for me with a huge grin.

I was on my way to Walmart. I thought, that was the best stop so far, the one with the most exposure, mainly because of the coating, and definitely the scariest moments. But, I'd do it again.

Getting to Walmart, I passed the main entrance and took the far side street entrance instead. I spotted a space, the first one in the row, my window right beside all the storefront traffic. I lowered the windows and turned off my car before calling in my space number.

I had a guy parked beside me on the passenger side. He had to be able to see my boobs. The cars in the row I was facing, didn't really have a view of me in my car. Then after maybe four minutes, I about jumped out of my seat when the delivery guy knocked on the hatch and opened it like normal. Nothing seems normal when you're naked. After the hatch closed. That was more like routine. I started my car, headed out the same side exit and headed home.

It was a lot of partly filled bags as usual. I grabbed them all, then walked around to my door without a problem. I had another shower, first thing. Then I turned on some tunes and started some dinner prep ahead of time. I prepped and put all the salad ingredients in a large bowl ready to toss before serving. Had all the ingredients ready to make a lasagna. I baked a bunch of bread sticks, the ones from the tube and had them ready.

I grabbed a bottle of leather cleaner, a bottle of conditioner and walked out to my car. It took a few minutes to clean the mess I made of my seat, all my sticky juices. I heard whistles, probably from the sidewalk, my bent over naked ass in view. Then I conditioned the leather.

I was able to take time and get all my notes on the day so far written, and made progress writing this piece. When it was time to start cooking. I put my tablet away and headed to the kitchen. I started with making the noodles, and browning the spicy Italian sausage. Then I put the lasagna together, layer by layer, and into the oven. I added the dressing to the salad and tossed it ready to be served.

It's been a long time since I've cooked like this. I was a little slow. I set out the plates, salad bowls and the basket of bread sticks on the island. I set the table, even wine glasses, and opened a bottle of wine. I just had to pull the lasagna out when it's ready and let it set.

I had time to touch up my make up. I was ready, but nervous at the same time. He's educated. He's money. I'm not.

The doorbell rang.

I gave myself a few seconds to freak out, then opened the door. He grinned seeing me stand there naked. I looked at him in awe. Coming from work, his suit said money, cuff links, a chain to hold his tie in place, and not a wrinkle in his shirt. I stood there, "Hi." I paused, forgetting what to say, "Sorry, come on in. It's not much."

He grinned, "I love mid-century. This is nice. And you're as beautiful as ever."

I probably blushed, "Thank you." I paused holding up a finger, "Dinner is resting. You can get out of, you know, get comfortable."

He smiled, "You can relax, be comfortable too."

I smiled, "Been awhile, dating, so nervous."

Brian took off his jacket. I carefully put it on a hanger in the coat closet. Then he removed his tie and undid a couple buttons. I hung the tie with his jacket. Then I got on my knees to remove his expensive shoes, then his socks. When I stood, "Better?"

He smiled, "I could get used to that."

I smiled, "Wait'll I remove your slacks." I put my hand on my mouth, "Sorry, that just slipped out. Fuck." I blushed, hand back on my mouth, "Sorry, I'm totally fucking up." I took a breath, "I'm not a mental case. Really."

He took a step forward, put his arms around me, and just held me close. Not saying a word, the quiet was calming and he was warm and comfortable. He patiently waited until I looked up. He was smiling, "Slow your brain down. Don't worry about what you say, it's just us. Tell me what's on your mind. Okay?"

I nodded, "Okay. Glass of wine?"

He smiled, "I'd love one."

I removed the cork and poured two glasses, "How about a tour? It's really short."

I showed him the main room then, "My covered patio, my favorite spot. And my patio."

He smiled, "Someone really likes their plants, all the flowers."

I nodded, "It's a hobby."

He asked, "You keep the gate open?"

I smiled "Yeah, since I'm always naked out here."

Whether he understood or not, he smiled, "I get that."

I opened the door to the bedroom, "My bedroom, not much in the closet. The bathroom is through there. The bed, it's really comfortable, gonna fuck your brains out." I blushed, my hand on my mouth. "Sorry."

He held me again, "Slow down. Nothing to apologize for. Let's sit outside, where you're comfortable. The bedroom got your brain spinning."

We took our glasses out and sat at my table. He asked, "You write because it's slower and you can edit."

I asked, "Going out, or something, with friends? Defective and naked, you would be embarrassed by me, huh"

He shook his head, "You're not defective. I'd be proud to be with you anytime. Tell me about the nudity?"

I looked at him, "I live here always naked. I write to exercise my memory, my mind. I write erotic stories, where." I paused, "My character lives, does everything naked."

He asked me, "So, the naked dare to the oil change shop, was that your personal dare?"

I blushed, holding my wrists out, "Guilty."

He laughed, "I would never arrest you. I'd probably be bailing you out." He paused. "Where have you been on these dares?"

I hesitantly, "Well, Walmart to pick up groceries. The oil change place. And the car wash. I bought a monthly package."

He sat back, "You're going places where, once accepted, you can do it routinely. You're wanting the totally naked life you write about?"

I smiled, "You get it!"

He continued, "Yeah, I understand. Like the gate latched open, you want to be seen naked."

I added, laughing, "But not arrested." I paused, "Be right back." I quickly took the lasagna out of the oven where it had been staying warm. I grabbed the bottle of wine and brought it out with me.

Brian smiled, talking with me, listening to me trying to talk and topping off our wine glasses just so, "Something smells good. We could have dinner out here if you'd rather?"

I smiled and excitedly, "Sit." I ran off and started moving everything from the dining table to the patio table. Then smiling, I curled my index finger, "Come get dinner." Brian followed me to the kitchen. I kinda indicated a serving with my serving knife, then cut and served a bit more, "It was fun to have someone to cook for." The slice came out perfectly. Then I used tongs to serve a salad and plate asparagus beside his lasagna.

He lifted his plates, "This looks wonderful. Not much home cooking at my place either."

I plated some for myself and followed him to the table.

He savored his first bite of lasagna, "This is absolutely delicious. Better than I've had at restaurants."

I smiled, "My mom's recipe."

An older guy with graying hair, getting in his car in the parking lot waved, "Hi Janice!"

I waved, "Hi Trent." I snickered, "After three years here, I'm starting to get to know my neighbors."

Brian smiled, "You're starting to relax. I can tell."

I sat back, "Yeah, makes a difference, huh?"

Brian really was enjoying the lasagna. He even went for seconds. He's tall, with a solid body. He probably does eat more than most, but he must have really liked it.

He asked, "The privacy fence, and the landscaping, all belongs to the HOA?"

I nodded."They're looking at replacing them all. We received a survey, did we want the same, or an, I forget, but everyone pitches in for, ahh, broken block with metal gate? Options for a double gate, add a gate by our front sidewalk."

He nodded, "An assessment? Broken block is a better investment." He paused, "I've noticed others have stepping stone, or patio block walkways to their gate?"

I nodded, "We can add to landscaping at our expense. Not a project I know how to do."

After dinner I brought out my tablet. He was curious about my writing. He was grinning, laughing, and surprised, "There's a lot of sex in your fantasies, group sex, multiple men?"

I nodded, "To make it more interesting. The main thing for me, happily living without clothes. Total fantasy, but I'm finding little ways to, experience it."

He topped off our wine glasses again, then he read through the privacy wall notice from the HOA "The block wall is shorter, 58 inches, more of a look over garden wall. The metal gates, they're metal frame and a choice of either clear or frosted glass. Contemporary and much better looking. Better for your resale value."

I looked at him, "I should vote for the block wall. If that choice wins by majority, I'll be dipping into my settlement funds."

The outside lights were on, we were into our second bottle of wine, and it was nearly midnight. I looked at him, "You're not driving home. iRide? Or stay with me?" I paused, "Stay with me."

He smiled, "When you're in court a lot, you always have spare clothes and such with you. They're in my car. I'll be right back." I watched him leave, barefoot in dress slacks, my nerves kicking in. He returned with a hanging bag and a leather soft-side bag. He carried his stuff in the bedroom as I turned down the bed. I pointed to the bathroom, "Guest goes first."

He closed the door to do what he had too. I stood by the bed as he came out in his boxers. His body was muscular with lots of definition, no fat, and not much hair. I asked, "Do I have to get on my knees, and help you out of those boxers?"

He smiled, "Just being polite. You really want to them off?"

I nodded, "Fuck, yeah!" I covered my mouth, "Ooops, sorry," I stared at his boxers. He slipped them down until they fell to the floor. I sat on the bed staring, "Holy fucking shit." I paused, "Sorry, wow."

He asked, "Put the boxers back on?"

I shook my head, still staring at his dick, "Oh no you don't. No, don't." I got up, grabbed his boxers, and took them with me into the bathroom. I did my nighttime routine. Stepping out I stopped, "Sorry, no makeup."

Brian, sitting on the bed, "Still gorgeous."

He asked, "Which side should I be on?"

I blurted, "Under me." I covered my mouth, "Fuck."

Brian smiled, "How about I take this side."

I nodded, not opening my mouth, I slipped under the covers. Facing each other, he put his arm around me, "Slow that brain down. Relax."

I put my nose almost touching his, not saying a thing to ruin the moment, parting my lips a bit. I was thinking, 'C'mon. Do it.' He moved his hand gently up my back, to behind my head, then leaned in for that first kiss? Goodnight kiss? It was a long, wonderfully deep kiss. My tongue running across his, neither of us wanted to end it.

He let go, breathing heavily, "Maybe I'm too old." I locked my lips on his before he could finish, parting his lips again, my tongue playing with his as I moved my face up and over his, him rolling to his back, following me. I released him. He took a huge breath, "Holy shit."

I smiled, my nose pressed against his, "Relax." I locked my lips on his again, playing with his tongue, as I straddled him. I knew this was getting me going, the scent of my juices wafting around. Still clinging to that kiss, I slid down to feel his hard dick. I released him from the kiss, "You want this? You ready?"

He took a deep breath, "Yeah." was all he got out, then I started another kiss, as I guided his dick between my protruding pussy lips. He started to slide in as I backed and lowered myself on his dick, then stroking him slowly as I took in more of his dick, and more, and more. I released him from that kiss, "On GOD, You feel so good."

He was catching his breath as I rocked and stroked long and deep, that entire dick inside me. I had him breathing heavily as I moaned from pleasure, never feeling that full before, really got my waves building. I picked up the pace a bit, getting him to groan softly while breathing heavily.

I was on the edge, so ready when he stopped breathing, a lost look on his face. My moan changed to a deep, guttural scream. He sucked in a huge breath, then he exploded, shots of hot cum inside me that just kept going. I stopped, keeping his dick in until it relaxed. He was still breathing heavily as I placed my forehead on his chest, breathing heavy myself.

Remembering what I said earlier, he started feeling around on the bed. I asked, "Looking for something?"

He nodded with a grin, "My brains."

After I stopped laughing, he asked, squeamishly, "The pill?"

I pointed at two tiny scars on my lower abdomen with a tear in my eye, with a sniffle, "For another day." He pulled me down on top of him and put his arms around me, holding me, "So sorry." He held me until I fell asleep, then he gently rolled us onto our sides. We spent the night, his cum, my juices on us and the sheets. He wasn't letting go of me.

Okay my readers, these little(?) naked research adventures are addictive. Ready to plan something for another day. Ideas anyone?

Back to my editing that older story, a happy exhibitionist story, tomorrow. Thanks for reading everyone. Love my readers and fans -- Janice