Janice's Naked Journal

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

Sunday, July 11, (not the actual date to protect the guilty -- me)

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

Friday morning, Brian was in my little shower first, starting his morning routine. I headed to the kitchen to make coffee. I took his mug along with mine to the bathroom. I stepped into the shower after he finished, his coffee waiting for him.

After he left for work, I headed to my table on the covered patio with my tablet. The HOA's crew finished the stone terrace extension yesterday. My landscape buddy was scheduled to start today. I had already put up a little sign for the association's landscape contractor, not to plant any shrubs here.

It wasn't even 8:00am yet, my landscape crew arrived with two trucks. Six men descended on my terrace and started work. The crew lead, Javier, shyly introduced himself. Then we walked through where the two new short walkways were to go and the sizes. He measured and inserted small marker stakes, marking off the walks.

Another truck arrived with paving blocks and matching thick blocks for the planter walls. A forklift hung on the back of the truck was used to unload the pallets of block, bags of leveling sand, top soil and decorative gravel.

The crew was busy prepping the ground for the planters. I sat back at my table to watch the progress. They worked hard and fast, soon two guys moving cart after cart of blocks as a couple guys worked on the planter walls. Two other guys were working away assembling the three teak wood arches. Thirty six inches deep, they'll allow for an abundance of Bougainvillea up the sides and across the tops. People won't be able to miss them from even the street.

I watched as the walkways were being installed between the planters. The guys working on the arches drilled holes in the ground, each side of a walkway, just inside the planters. The feet of the arches were inserted in the holes, leveled up perfectly, then a little quick drying concrete in the holes. When they stopped for lunch, the progress they made was impressive.

Mid afternoon, another truck delivered plants, a mixture a three different color knock out roses and shrubs with colorful foliage. My Bougainvillea plants were in the ground, ready for me to tie them lightly in place on the arches. I would train them to cover the outside of the arches. By 4:30pm, they had weed barrier around the plants and started spreading the decorative white marble gravel into the planters. It all looked amazing.

My landscape buddy arrived to check on the job, talking with Javier first. Then he smiled walking towards me, "What do you think?"

I grinned, "I think all my neighbors are going to be jealous. It's beautiful!"

He smiled, "Get with Javier. He'll have the guys move all your heavy big potted plants in place for you. You're ready to put out the new patio furniture."

I nodded, "It's being delivered next week."

We watched as Javier placed a miniature mailbox on a narrow pole into the ground up front by the main walkway. It had 'Landscape Info' painted on each side with just business cards inside. I smiled, "Bet you get a lot of business."

Brian arrived after leaving work a little early, in time to watch the crew pack up and leave. He joined me and our landscape buddy in the conversation for a few minutes. Then the landscapers hit the road after a job done well. I gave Brian a long kiss, "Isn't this just like, amazing?"

He nodded with a smile, "HGTV would love this."

We went inside to freshen up and get ready for our tour and dinner at the Country Club. We were to be there early for the tour with Amy, who along with her husband, nominated us for membership, and Brenda on the membership committee. My hair and makeup ready for the evening, and Brian in a more relaxed looking outfit, I called Amy to let her know we're on our way.

Taking my car, I put the top down before we left for the Country Club. Amy was waiting by the path we took last time. Greeting us in the parking lot, "Hi you two. Brenda will meet us in the clubhouse. I thought, start with the grounds."

Down the path, she started with, "The tee for the first hole. The pro shop issues tee times. For couples, they'll arrange adding another couple for a foursome." We continued, "You've seen the pro shop, there's the men's and women's locker rooms. A sauna between them is coed. They also handle tennis court bookings."

Stepping out another door, she continued, "The dining patio, and to the left the tenth tee. And the tennis courts to the right." Down a path, "Janice, this building is the spa. hair, nails, facials for the ladies to one side. There are charges for those services, but reasonable, even with tips. Brian, the massage center on the other side is for men and women. You can even book couples massages. Also reasonable."

Further down the path, "The driving range. They keep buckets of balls at the ready over there. And to the right, the grand practice green. Putting, chipping, a couple sand traps to practice from. And finally, to the side of the clubhouse, the pool area."

The path kinda circled back to a rear entrance to the clubhouse. Brenda awaited our arrival from Amy's tour. Off to the side, an isolated patio with the same comfy tables, chairs. For cigar smokers, it backs up to a bar and lounge inside. Brenda greeted us, shaking Brian's hand, "You were interested in membership in the past?"

Brian nodded, "Single, working my way up in the firm, time to take advantage of a membership was limited." He put his arm around me, "I have more interest joining as a couple."

Brenda nodded, "I get that. Couples do get much more out of a membership."

She showed us the bar and lounge, a couple meeting rooms, a couple beautiful event rooms for like wedding receptions, then the grand entry hall, ending up at the busy formal dining hall on the other side. The hostess immediately escorted us to our grouping of tables put together. Amy, Evelyn and their husbands were already seated. As was Brenda's husband, Charles. Two other couples joined us as well, the wives on the membership committee. Brenda made the introductions.

I looked around, noticing the other members and guests seemingly ignored my being naked. They were looking, but discretely. I was much more comfortable here than at the BBQ restaurant with all the cellphones out. Brenda asked, "Brian, Janice, what do you think?"

I blurted out, "I feel surprisingly welcome here. Add the spa and amenities, this beautiful place, I'd certainly be spending time here."

Brian nodded, "A great place for Janice on her own, and I would be more inclined to spend time here with Janice joining me as well. Golf, dinners and socializing. When Janice showed interest, I was pretty much already sold on the idea."

After ordering drinks and appetizers, Brenda went over some information, "We currently have three memberships open. We limit the memberships to match the capacity of the amenities based on usage. Openings fill fast. Initiation is still $100,000. The annual membership fee is currently $22,500."

I think my eyes went wide looking at Brian, all that money. Brenda looked at the other women on the membership committee, "With the prior approval, do we need to meet?" As she asked, Brian pulled his check book out from his inner jacket pocket.

The women chuckled, one saying, "Looks like we don't."

As the appetizers arrived, Brian wrote out a check to 'The Country Club,' for S122,500, "We can take care of the paperwork sometime this weekend? We'll be back tomorrow to get Janice fitted with a set of clubs."

Brenda nodded, "We can meet in the pro shop for a couple signatures and get you two setup with lockers as well.

Salads arrived as the appetizer plates were removed. Amy looked my way, "Spa morning Wednesday?"

I nodded, "Nails, definitely." I asked, "Tennis after lunch?"

Amy nodded, "Sounds great." She looked at Evelyn, "Join us?"

Evelyn smiled, Let me know what time for lunch, and absolutely tennis."

Amy was texting Helen, "Helen is in for lunch and tennis."

After dinner, Brian and I joined Brenda and her husband in the main lounge for coffees and polite conversation. We talked about how we met, told the oil change story. I explained how I came to know Evelyn, Amy and Helen at the charity dinner with Brian.

We learned more about Brenda and her husband Charles. He's a political consultant, directing campaigns and scouting talent for elections or political appointments, arranging lobbyists. He smiled, "Janice, could I get your contact information? Ever think about getting into politics?"

I had a hard time stopping my laughing, "Me, in politics?"

He snickered, "But you just have this honest, hiding nothing, appearance about you." I started laughing again, but he handed me and Brian his card. Brian handed him and Brenda each one of his.

I asked, "You're serious?"

He looked at me, "Dead serious. Politics is a serious and expensive business. It's what I manage, because the right candidates are not skilled in politics. They have people skills and the appropriate talents for the actual job. I get them elected or appointed. I'd really love to interview you for a couple hours or so one day."

I looked at Brian for his opinion. He smiled, "You lose every opportunity you don't at least consider."

Charles smiled, "We can meet here. You'd be surprised how much business is done here, especially on the golf course. How about Tuesday morning?"

I looked back at Brian, him smiling at me. He whispered to me, " What would your character do?"

Looking at Charles, "Okay. Tuesday morning works for me." I paused, "Me in politics, naked! Why not? I got his number and texted my contact information.

We spent more than an hour in conversations with them after dinner, then we decided to call it an evening. It was an easy drive to my condo. Brian and I discussed that huge cost of membership. He explained, "Making contacts and networking at the club can bring in far more business and profits than the cost of membership. It's a marketing expense that the firm will refund." I felt better knowing that wasn't his money.

We dropped off my car, then rode in his Hummer to his house for the weekend. His house still feels so big, but I'm getting comfortable spending time there with him.

I grabbed us a couple waters from the fridge heading to the master. It was time for our nighttime routines and call it a night. Brian finished first and turned down the bed. I slipped under the covers snuggling with him, face to face, and gave him a long passionate kiss. He grabbed hold of my ass and returned that kiss with a deep passionate kiss.

More kissing lead to my lightly getting his dick's attention with my finger. A light tug of his shoulder, he worked his way over me. My legs wrapped around him, giving him incentive to work his dick in with one slow long stroke, holding him in. It just felt so good. He took his time with slow strokes as we were locked in another passionate kiss.

It was slow passionate sex, that had my waves of pleasure building in intensity, keeping me from going over the edge too fast. When I started holding my breath, my moan getting loud, he picked up the pace with very firm stokes. I was hit by an immense orgasm, with a long loud moan, feeling him explode with his blasts of hot cum deep inside me. We curled up tight together and slipped off to sleep.

Saturday morning, I was the first to awake and slipped out from under the covers. I headed to the kitchen to make coffee, then got on my tablet to check social media and emails. Just after 9:00am, Brian still in bed, my phone rang. It wasn't spam, but not a local number, "Hello?"

On the other end, "Hi Janice. Jennifer Conners." Holy crap, it's Brian's mom.

"Ohh my! Hi." I replied, my nerves on edge, "It's great to get to talk with you."

She replied, "For me too. We look forward to meeting the woman that makes Brian smile and finally captured his heart." She paused, "So, we just arranged flights to visit next weekend. I hope that's okay?"

What was I going to say, but, "Ohh, that's fantastic. I can't wait. I guess Brian doesn't know yet?"

She replied, "Not yet. I wanted to call you directly, and tell you, no need to make any fuss or big plans. We just want to meet you, get to know you. So, don't go to any trouble."

"Family time." I replied, "That really works for me too. I'm sure Brian will agree."

She replied, "We have the only direct flights on Southwest. Let's see, we land Friday at 11:15am and fly out Monday at 4:10pm. Do we need to rent a car?"

"Nonsense." I quickly replied. "If Brian is tied up at work, I'll be there to pick you up. I can't wait." We chatted, just a bit, then we said goodbye.

I started going through the fridge, gathering ingredients to make omelets for breakfast. I knew we're headed back to the club to finish membership paperwork and go to the pro shop. Brian walked out from the bedroom and gave me a kiss. I smiled, "Talked with your mom this morning."

He looked at me surprised. I smiled, "She called me. My best guess, when I accepted her friend request, she had access to my phone number."

He asked, "Well, how did that go?"

I smiled, "She sounds really nice." I paused, "Surprise, they're flying up Friday morning."

He laughed, "Took matters into their own hands, huh?"

"You'll be at work." As I smile, "I volunteered to pick them up at the San Jose Airport."

He smiled, "We'll swap cars."

We headed to the master bathroom, our morning routines, and getting to shower together. Then I put breakfast together, omelets and small fruit bowls. Brian dressed leisure but nice for the club. After breakfast and cleaning up the kitchen, we rode down to the club. I texted Brenda that we were here as we walked around to the pro shop.

Entering the shop, one of the instructors behind the counter came out to greet us, "The new members?"

Brian replied, "Brian Conners, Janice Butler." He paused, "I want to have her fitted with a new set of clubs. I went off with the instructor to look at clubs, Jim started going into details, advantages of each set.

A bit later, Brenda walked in. She and Brian quickly took care of the membership paperwork. Then the other instructor behind the counter handed Brian a pair of locker keys. We had a place to store golf and tennis stuff, personal stuff while here.

After looking at several sets of golf clubs the instructor recommended, I began shortening the list down to two sets that just had a good feel. I liked the weighted feel of the drivers of one set. I liked the more flexible shafts of the other set, the advantage it's supposed to give me with my swing. He explained how it will help, my playing barefoot. That made the choice easy.

Brian checked out the clubs, pleased with my choice. The instructor had me stand with a five iron in my hand, then the driver. He marked a measurement on each, and asked, "Color preference on the grips?"

I asked, "Pink?"

He nodded, "Pink it is."

Brian asked, "Can they be ready for a tee time late morning tomorrow?"

He nodded, "Not a problem. Let's get you setup with a tee time. Brenda and Charles have 10:11am. Would you care to join them?"

I smiled, "That'd be great, huh?"

Brian smiled, "Yeah. Book us with them."

Brian and I planned on spending more time at the club tomorrow, so we started making our way back home. We stopped at my condo so I could water the Bougainvillea and all those new plants.

Then we headed home to Brian's. Brian made us dinner out on his grill. We enjoyed his steaks and sides out on the patio where he mentioned, "You know one of the topics on mom's mind?"

I laughed, "She'll understand, we're not in a hurry. But I'll tell her, she and I will have fun planning the wedding, together, when the time comes." I looked at him, "Something small, right?"

He smiled, "As long as you say, 'I do,' I leave the rest up to you and mom." That called for a second glass of wine. I headed inside to refill our glasses, while Brian moved our stuff to an outdoor sofa by the big gas fire pit. That's where we snuggled up for the evening.

After our nighttime routines, Brian was in bed first. Coming out I pulled the covers down and straddled him, taking charge. I gave him a long passionate kiss. Then another long deep passionate kiss as I wrapped my hand around his dick. After another kiss with his dick in my hand, I started lowering myself onto his dick, taking it all in, "Hole in one."

He snickered between breaths, as I started slowly rocking and stroking with him locked in a long passionate kiss. His groaning timed perfectly with my moaning, then I knew, time to pick up the pace. He erupted, blasting shots of hot cum deep inside me. Trying to breathe, hit by an immense orgasm, I collapsed on top of him as we caught our breath.

Sunday morning, we went through our normal routine. I made us a light breakfast before us leaving for the day. Brian put his golf clubs in the back of the Hummer and we headed out. We made a quick stop at my condo so I could water my plants, then we arrived at the Country Club about 9:30.

Brian grabbed his clubs and we headed to the pro shop. The instructor smiled, "Janice, got you all set. Clubs in the pink and white bag. I threw in a dozen balls, tees, ball markers, golf towel. You're all set."

Brenda and Charles arrived, talking with Brian, taking a couple minutes for the membership paperwork. I was pulling clubs out to look at, all shiny and new. He held up a package with pink fuzzy covers for the drivers. I smiled, "Those are a must. Thank you."

The four of us headed out to get a couple carts, then rode to the first tee. There was nothing scary about arriving at that first tee, playing golf naked. I was excited and ready, only fearing how bad my first round in years might be.

Brenda was first, her drive on the par 4 hole was solid, straight up the fairway. I was a little self conscious, placing the ball on a tee, bending over as politely as possible. I stood back from the ball for a few practice swings.

Following through with a swing was very different without shoes. I stepped forward, looking towards the green a couple times, the large sand bunker on the left. I thought, 'Just keep it on the fairway. No Need to try and kill it.' I swung, hearing the snap, watching the ball flying down the fairway a nice long arc and a good roll. I was maybe ten yards short of Brenda, and to the right. But Brian was impressed at my first shot. I was pleased.

A couple sand traps, a few balls rolling off the green, missed putts, after four hours I ended with a score of seventy-nine, seven over par. I was pleased and had a good idea of what I needed to work on. The driving range and putting green are in my future. We headed to the pro shop, I placed my clubs in my locker, retrieving my bag with my phone.

Brian and I headed to that adjacent dining terrace for a drink, maybe a snack. He recognized a couple sitting at a larger table. He stopped to make introductions. In their forties, Virgil is a partner at a primarily real estate and investments contract law firm. His wife Mandy has time on her hands, their younger son off to college.

We joined them. She and I talked about my nudity, golf, how she's filling her time, and my writing which circled back to my nudity. The guys, well, legal issues, judges and courthouses were the topics.

Another couple came by to introduce themselves to the new members. More our age, he has a large dental practice. She's a psychologist with a therapy practice. I assured her, "I'm just naked. I'm not crazy or anything." She had a good laugh. The additional couple kinda pulled us into one big conversation.

After that couple left, Brenda and Charles stopped by the table. Charles asked, "Care to join us for dinner in the lounge?"