Janice's Naked Journal

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

Saturday, June 28, (not the actual date to protect the guilty - me)

Hi, my readers and fans! More reality today. More naked research.

Brian walked into my terrace area and joined me at my table about 6:00 in the evening, dressed and ready for the dinner. He leaned over and gave me a big kiss. He smiled, "Had a phone conversation with your HOA president yesterday. She agreed the survey doesn't take into account people's private use of their outdoor space. She explained these fences last maybe ten years and require maintenance, and hesitate to do wood fencing again. So, the decision is hedges and open things up, or the decorative block walls at extra expense. She had a lot of resistance to the cost and assessment from some homeowners."

He continued, "I asked her, is there a reason some couldn't have hedges, others opt to pay the assessment for a block wall? Uniformly mixed. She hadn't thought about that."

I nodded, "Hadn't thought about that either. The survey makes it sound like majority vote decides for all."

He nodded, "Did you get an email from the HOA about a meeting on Thursday?"

I nodded, "I did, but I've never been to one of those."

Brian nodded, "I'll go to represent you as the homeowners discuss this and vote on a decision. If you're needed, I'll call you."

I went to get my bag and tote, "I'm ready." After locking up, Brian took my hand as we walked out to the parking lot. He opened my door for me as usual. As we headed towards downtown San Jose, he explained, we're attending a charity dinner. They collect money to pay the defense fees for people lacking the funds for a great defense attorney, but need better than the normal pro bono or public defender."

I asked, "So they're going to ask us for donations?"

Brian shook his head. "The firm paid $25k per plate for the dinners. We just enjoy and mingle with the rich folk."

Pulling up at the entrance of an event hall operated by a catering company. A pair of valets headed towards his Hummer. One got a huge surprise as he opened my door. He grinned, offering his hand to assist me out of the car. Brian handed the keys to the other valet, then he came around to join me. He took my arm in his, we walked in together, the doormen holding the doors for us.

Stepping in, one look at the nice suits and the women in designer evening gowns, my mind was spinning out, "Brian, I, the gowns, naked, I don't, no, don't belong, fit in, naked. I can't, Brian?"

He put his arm firmly around me to comfort me as a woman in a glittery gown walked our way. She smiled, "Brian, who is this special young woman?" I wished I could hide behind him, but he looked down at me, "Evelyn, this is the love of my life, Janice Butler."

She smiled, taking my hand, "So nice to meet you. You've got to tell me how you caught this man." She turned to Brian, "How many years have you been a top fifty eligible bachelor in the Bay Area?"

Brian cleared his throat, Six, not that it matters. I think they run the same article every year."

I looked at him. Then she said, "C'mon dear. Let me introduce you around." Brian released me from his hold. I walked off with her, missing my crutch, my lifeboat if I start spinning. She asked, "How did you two meet?"

I chuckled, "In the waiting room of an oil change place." I paused, "Naked like this."

She smiled, "You obviously captured his interest and his heart."

I looked back at Brian, as he was talking with a couple guys. He winked at me. I wish I had the confidence in myself he has in me. Evelyn introduced me to two women, "Ladies, this is Janice Butler. She's here with," She paused for effect, "Brian." Then she nodded towards one of them, "This is Barb, and this is Samantha."

I smiled, "Nice to meet you." The beautiful gowns were outdone by their jewelry. The diamond rings, the diamond and shiny gold necklaces, earrings and bracelets. I wasn't sure if I didn't feel more naked from the lack of jewelry than clothes.

This was different from the yard party. Everyone oozed of money, and even spoke differently, phrased things differently. I kept my responses short, joining the trio heading to a group of four more women. More introductions. I was losing track of names, my short-term memory issues, but enjoyed the friendly greetings I wasn't expecting.

Evelyn turned to me, "We all get together, a few other women too, at my home for lunch on Tuesdays. Unless you have work or something, you simply must join us."

I smiled, "I'd absolutely love too." And I amazed myself getting that complicated of a response out correctly. We swapped phone and email information. Then she guided me to another group of three women. I was going to be introduced to every woman here. But the greetings were all so friendly, especially after word got around, the naked woman was with Brian. One of them commented, "The love of his life. It's about time he came off the bachelor list. Congrats girl!" Another asked, "I assume you were nude when he found you?"

I nodded shyly, "It was a chance meeting at an oil change place, but yeah."

I had been away from Brian, catching glimpses of him here and there. Evelyn had introduced me to most of the women when someone clinked a glass with a spoon, "They're getting ready to serve, everyone." We had been mingling and talking for an hour, grabbing drinks or bites from trays being carried around. I had one tall vodka tonic to sip.

Brian caught up with me. He had already located our seats, with name cards just behind the plates. I was seated next to Helen. I met her with the third group Evelyn introduced me too. She was younger and really nice, one of the few I met that works, has a job. Most seem to be involved with the arts or charitable organizations.

Servers went around pouring wine in one glass, water in another. Another server brought out appetizers, three scallops on top of a smear of a green sauce, topped with large red caviar. I followed Brian's selection of silverware. Those were awesome. I'd never had caviar before

Most of the conversation around the long table of twenty-four was legal shop talk. The next course was a light clam vegetable chowder, followed by a great mixed greens and garnish salad.

Dinner was a choice of either filet mignon or Chilean sea bass. The sea bass was amazing. They brought out fresh wine glasses, and poured a wine appropriate to the entree. I've never seen a meal like this before. I had to pass on the dessert cart, but did have coffee.

After dinner was some mingling as a couple here, a couple there said said their goodbyes. We left after an hour or so, spending a bit of time with Evelyn and her husband. She reminded me, "Don't forget about lunch Tuesday.'

I nodded, "Wouldn't miss it."

Brian smiled, "Lunch with the girls?"

I nodded, "At Evelyn's house. I should be okay, right?"

Leaving was when we, well I, was hit by a surprise. As we were heading out the doors, after the valets pulled up with Brian's Hummer, there were two photographers and a videographer taking pics and a video of us coming out the doors and getting in the Hummer. The videographer followed my every move.

I asked Brian, "What was that about?"

He smiled, "One of the local gossip sites must have gotten word of the charity dinner. They take pictures of everyone then figure out if there's a story." He looked at me, "They have a story."

He drove back to my place, he smiled, "Let's take your car to my house. Just park it in front of the Porsche garage door."

I didn't question why, just quickly got in my car. He followed me to his home. Stepping in with my bag and tote, he handed me a key to the Audi convertible in the garage, "If you're going to be hanging with the girls, they can't judge you by your dress or jewelry. They're going to pay attention to what you drive to lunch. Start driving that car instead."

I asked, "Drive your sports car?"

He nodded, "You'll be right at home in it. And your GTI will be safe here, rather than visitor parking at your condo. We'll put it in the garage. I grabbed a bottle of water. Brian headed to the bedroom to get his clothes off. I was a minute behind him and turned down the bed. Then I laid on it, waiting for him to come out of the bathroom door.

He joined me, us facing each other, I gave him a passionate kiss, "I really enjoyed this evening. It was like eating at a restaurant, the food was amazing, and maybe I'll gain a friend or two?"

He gave me a long deep kiss, "You did so well this evening, really held your own. I knew you could, and yeah, everyone enjoyed meeting you."

I gave him a long passionate kiss. Then after a smile I gave him another. Brian gently rolled me onto my back, and started working his dick in with slow gentle short strokes. I wrapped my legs around him bucking upwards for more dick. He met my efforts with longer strokes, getting me to start moaning between deep breaths. My head tilted back with a long deep moan, slammed by a huge orgasm. A few more strokes to prolong that orgasm, then he groaned, blasting shots of hot cum deep inside me.

We rested, catching our breath for a few minutes. Then we cleaned up and finished our nighttime routines. Off to bed to snuggle up tight together.

Sunday morning, Brian's alarm went off at 6:00! He smiled, "Time to get ready for your outing."

I laughed, "This early? Oh, this is already interesting." We showered together, kinda helping wash each other. I put effort into my hair and makeup, finishing my morning routine.

Brian was already dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. He had a cooler ready to go. I asked, "Do I get a hint?"

He shook his head, " No, it's a surprise." As I went to grab my bag out of habit, he reminded me, "Nothing." We headed out to his Hummer with the cooler. It was a bit of a drive, not because of traffic, just the distance.

We were on a boulevard along the Bay. He slowed, pointing, "That sculpture, that's up above the point of Seal Point Park, your destination. The park doesn't open until 8:00. So, if you run, I won't be there yet."

The he followed the boulevard, then neighborhood streets to the frontage road along the 101, a drive along a golf course to a marina. He pulled to the side at a roundabout, "That's the Bay Trail. Follow it, you'll get to a fancy pedestrian bridge to cross, then you have to Follow trails to cross the entire park."

I nodded, "Got it."

He smiled, "It's Sunday, very chilly and early. You'll maybe meet bicyclists, maybe joggers. Shouldn't be too many out. He looked at his phone, "It's only 7:20, 1.6 miles, forty minutes before I can get into the park. Are you sure about this?"

I quickly took a deep breath and hopped out of his car, closing the door. He pulled away. There I stood, totally naked, bare foot, no phone or anything. My nipples were getting hard, getting goosebumps. Gray skies, in the low 50's and a breeze. I started off, after a minute was a turn, then it was a straight shot to that bridge about a mile away. The rocky shore of the Bay on one side, grass on the other with residences in the distance, no place to hide. And I see two bicyclists approaching me.

No need to go fast, I walked at a leisurely pace. I heard a cat call whistle from behind, then as a couple guys ran by, "Morning gorgeous!"

I loudly, "Good morning!" Then I giggled.

The bicyclists, a young couple, "Chilly this morning, huh?" as they rode by, now behind me. A few minutes later, I heard bicycles approach from behind, a cat call whistle, then, "On your left sweetie." A string of four older men, bicyclists, rode by. I loudly, "Good morning guys!"

One more couple on bicycles rode towards me. Slowing as they approached me, the woman asked, "Are you okay?" Reaching me, I answered, "Yeah, Good morning. It's a dare." I heard them laugh as they rode by.

One runner came up from behind and slowed to walk beside me. That put me immediately on edge. He asked, nicely, "Guessing you lost a bet?"

I shook my head, "It's a dare to see how long I can go without clothes, with little challenges."

He smiled, "How many hours so far?"

I grinned, "Finishing off four weeks today."

He chuckled, "Seriously? Can I get your number?"

I shook my head, "My boyfriend is waiting for me in the park ahead."

A group of bicyclists coming from behind, "On your left."

The guy beside me dropped back behind me to make room for them. After six bicycles rode by, the runner commented, "Lucky bastard that got you." Then he came around and got back to his run. I saw him cross the pedestrian bridge, then turn right.

Reaching the center of the bridge, I stopped to look out at the Bay. After I crossed the bridge, the first right looked like it went to parking, not the point. So, I kept left along the shore, the next path to the right was a dirt trail. I kept along the shore, eventually seeing the point. I had to turn and take a small trail uphill to the sculpture.

There were parking spots around it, little places near it with benches, cold metal benches. I stood in the emerging sunshine, being chilled by the gusty breeze up on the point. I was guessing I was early, but I succeeded in completing the walk. Looking around, I had the park to myself, thinking, 'Brian did an awesome job planning this out. More please.'

After a bit, I saw Brian heading towards me and watched him park at a far spot. He hopped out with the cooler, and grabbed a thick blanket from the back seat. After locking his car, he walked towards me and took my hand. As he walked me to the far bench overlooking the bay, "How was your walk?"

I grinned, "You did such a good job planning this out. It was fantastic. I was only a bit scared once, a jogger slowed to walk with me a couple minutes, trying to get my phone number. Bicyclists were courteous for the most part. A couple cat calls. I had a couple compliments from runners. I'd love more like this."

He set the blanket in the bench, a thick warm seat for my naked ass. Then from the cooler he pulled out a Yeti mug with hot coffee just the way I like it. Then he pulled out a pack of chocolate Pop Tarts. I kissed him, "You wonderful man," as I handed him one or the Pop Tarts.

We sat, looking at the view as I went into more detail about the mixture of feelings, enjoying the hot coffee and treat. After I finished, he put stuff away in the cooler. I stood, and he stood while grabbing the blanket. Turning, there were a couple other people nearby now that the park was open and the sun was getting warmer.

He gave me a long kiss, "Pick you up back at the marina in 16 minutes. Get there first, hustle."

That was a huge surprise. I grinned, then gave him another kiss, "Bye!" I could see now the dirt path towards the bridge was the way to go, faster and avoiding people in the park. I started running at a decent pace, not running into people until the other side of the bridge.

A couple young women, rollerblading, slowed to ask what I was doing. I smiled, "It's a dare. Gotta make it to the marina to catch my ride."

One of them smiled, "Fun!" As they rolled ahead of me, she exposed her ass lowering her shorts in back, giggling. I laughed, and loudly, "Beautiful!" She wiggled her ass then pulled her shorts back up. I met more joggers from both directions, receiving cat calls and compliments. Bicyclists rode by from both directions. There were a bit more people out now.

I kept up a good pace, but I saw in the distance, Brian pull his Hummer to the side. As I walked up, he was leaning against the car with a cold bottle of water in his hand. Smiling, handing me the water, "You're late."

I took a huge drink of the water, "It's hard to time without a phone, knowing the time." He nodded. "Yeah, sucks." He smiled, looking at the time on his phone, "Sculpture, fifteen minutes. Go!"

I tossed him my water and started running. A pair of guys jogging weren't a minute behind me having watched me start my run. I knew I had a good fast pace going, even though I was barefoot, it took awhile for them to catch up with me. They came up on me, one on each side. One asked, "Lose a bet?" The other asked, "This is a dare huh?"

I smiled, "Yeah, it's a dare and trying to beat the clock. Fifteen minutes to the sculpture at the point."

One said, "Keep up this pace, take the dirt trail on the right, you got it made." Then they dropped back let approaching bicyclists get around. They followed my naked ass for a couple minutes, then picked up their pace.

I Kept running across the bridge, several people looking at the inlet below and the Bay. I ran past them before most of them could notice me. Now I knew exactly which way to go, up the dirt trail I pushed it, at the split I kept right. When Brian pulled up in the little parking area, I was standing on a bench, people watching me jumping up and down, arms up like Rocky in the old movie. I had to be a sight judging by the pointing and laughter.

He parked and made his way to the bench, then lifting me off of it, to the ground, "Congratulations. You're the winner!" He was kinda patting the pockets on his cargo shorts, "I have your award here, somewhere. Ahh, here it is."

He pulled a flat blue leather box out of a pocket and opened it. It was white gold chain, with a large diamond solitaire surrounded by small blue sapphires. My eyes about popped out, "No fucking way. Brian! It's beautiful."

He figured out the security double latch and reached around my neck to put it on me, "Yeah, now it's beautiful."

He went to get the blanket a couple cold waters from the cooler. We sat on a bench overlooking the Bay. I looked at him, "It's way too much. I mean, I'm happy just knowing you totally get me, planned this perfect fun morning for me."

He asked, "Would you want to do something like this again?"

I nodded, "Ohh, hell yes! No award necessary. You do get me."

He got up, "How long were you waiting on me?"

I smiled, "A minute, maybe two? Just guessing."

He pulled out his phone and l looked at the time, Marina in thirteen, go!" I bounced up and starting running, seriously running down the dirt trail avoiding people, not that it was busy yet. I was spotted heading to the bridge, getting cat call whistles and applause running across the bridge. One foot in front of the other as fast as I could go bare foot. Later in the morning, it seemed there were more bicycles and less runners. I was getting more whistles and comments, compliments. I just kept running like it was a sprint. Halfway to the Marina from the bridge, I started checking for his Hummer as I ran. I passed an older gentleman jogging along. I heard, "There are benefits to running after all."

I giggled hoping to remember that line, keeping watch on my destination, still no Hummer. But I'm not there yet. I couldn't let up. I waved at a group of bicyclists heading the other way. At that curve, the last tiny stretch to the roundabout, no Hummer. I reached the sign for the entrance of the Bay Trail. I bent over, hands on my knees, catching my breath. I won. I looked up smiling as he pulled up less than a minute later.

He got out, handing me my bottle of water, "You beat the time again."

I grinned, "Ran my ass off."

He asked, "Ready to head home?"

I nodded, "Maybe?"

He grinned, "I figured. No time limit, a cool down walk. I'll be waiting for you by the sculpture."

I grinned, gave him a long kiss, "Yeah. You get me." I took my bottle of water with me and started walking back to the park. I didn't want this to end, but soon it'll be afternoon and the park will get busier. I picked up the pace a bit, waving at bicyclists, getting passed by a couple of joggers. Almost at the bridge, I see Brian sitting at a picnic table in the little park to the right.

I sat beside him on the blanket, facing the trail and Bay. Brian smiled, "There's a couple park cops circling around the parking areas in that park. I parked over here, but you owe me at least six tenths of a mile."