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Here's a quick preview of my Nude Day story ( Just finished, and unedited ) "Double Booked" ======================== Up above, Tonya could see the light filtering out from between the curtains of her room. Four windows down, no curtains blocked the dim light shining out – though a pair of silhouettes did. The young men above were making no effort to hide their voyeurism, and the similarity sent her flashing back across the years. She’d only turned eighteen a month or so before when she’d gone out to the backyard pool for a midnight swim. Then, as now, she’d noticed a light in a window above and recognized the silhouette. She’d lusted after her much older neighbor for a couple of years, and the person sitting in the window could have only been him. Taking off her top when she knew someone was watching had nearly made her stomach rebel, but she’d gone through with it. Seeing him lean closer to the window for a better look had caused arousal to overwhelm her fear in short order. Her bikini bottom had followed, and she had reveled in the object of her desire so obviously enthralled by her nude body. His wife returning from work had stolen the moment and sent her scurrying for her bikini, but it had thrown a door wide open. While she hadn’t been overly promiscuous in college, she’d most certainly let men see what they were missing – often. The sense of invincibility she’d felt then had faded over the years, though. The urge to throw caution – along with her bikini – to the wind was still there, but it wasn’t enough to overwhelm her inhibitions to that degree. Still, somewhere between her memories and the wine, she found herself floating on her back with her breasts well displayed above the lapping water. Legs parting and closing, Tonya scissor-kicked toward the opposite edge of the pool and paused. The briefest of glances showed that her audience was still there. This is crazy, she thought as she climbed out of the pool, but she went through with it anyway. Standing on the edge, she slicked the water out of her hair, knowing how the motion would show off her body. Then, she walked toward the diving board and glanced toward the window. Both young men had moved closer – with one actually sitting in the window sill. Chills running up and down her spine, Tonya climbed onto the diving board, took a hop that bounced her breasts, and dived in. When she surfaced, she whipped her hair, slinging a rainbow of water that glittered in the moonlight. The dive had caused her top to slip nearly to her nipples, and she allowed the extra view of her attributes for a couple of moments before making a show of tugging her bikini back into place. Another peek revealed that the two gorgeous voyeurs were still there, and that the light had increased. She guessed that one of them had turned on the overhead light, allowing her to see that both men were nude. They wanted her to know that they were watching. Tonya floated onto her back, heart beating rapidly as the war within her raged. From what she knew of nudists, it wasn’t supposed to be about sex, but that didn’t stop her thoughts from turning that way. She’d fantasized about being with two men at once many times, but never with such a clear vision of who. Those erotic daydreams had certainly never included two such young, virile men, either. Risking her longest, most obvious look yet, she wondered, Should I do it? It was likely pure coincidence, but seeing the darker-haired man nod just as the thought flitted through her head opened a floodgate. Before her better judgement could sound an alarm, she let her legs sink and untied her bikini top.

A little preview of my nearer-to-release second illustrated story, "A Handy Man". ========================== Samantha walked to the parking garage with mixed feelings. Her lunch date with Bob had quickly proven a waste of time. He was attractive, but he’d already bored her to tears by the time the food arrived. On the other hand, the denim skirt she’d found while shopping afterward looked incredible on her, and it was so deeply discounted that she didn’t even feel guilty for buying it. Granted, it was a bit short and daring for a woman of thirty-seven, but all those considerations had vanished as she admired how good it looked in the mirrors of the changing room. A bit of daring might just be the thing to catch the eye of someone better than Boring Bob – who wasn't even the low point of her return to dating after the divorce. She sighed, thinking back to how she'd arrived here, as she had so many times the last few years. Lack of common sense – and a condom – had sent her to the altar already pregnant at eighteen. She'd married too young, and the stress of raising a child on top of it didn't help. They'd made it work for fifteen long years, but when she caught him with a bimbo not much older than their daughter, that was the end of it. Despite the troubled marriage, they had done well financially. What had started with a pair of rental properties had ended with a large apartment building in the city and a complex in the suburbs. She ended up with the suburban properties, where they'd made their home for the last few years. After a rocky start, what she'd passively learned from her ex combined with determination to keep her comfortably in the black. Determination – unfortunately – wasn't helping her overcome the learning curve of dating, which she'd only had limited experience with so long ago. As much as she wanted love and romance, at this point, she would settle for passion. At nearly six months and counting since she'd had sex with anyone other than herself, it was becoming more than a little depressing. Enough of that, she thought upon reaching the garage. Giving a shake of her head that rustled her blonde locks, she chased the dark thoughts away. With her daughter enrolled in college, but safely close by in one of the apartments she owned, she could put some focus on getting a life of her own now. Traffic was a nightmare, forcing her to concentrate on the crazy people around her rather than the sob story her inner voice was trying to foist off on her. When she reached the saner quarters of the suburbs, her thoughts had turned to relaxing by the television with some ice-cream and catching up with recorded episodes of her favorite television shows. By some miracle, none of her tenants interrupted her, and no other pressing business came up. By doing a little housework, and then rewarding herself with another episode, she made a fair dent in both cleaning and the programs on the DVR. With evening upon her, she decided to turn in early, expecting that the lucky break would probably come back to bite her in the butt tomorrow. As she showered, the feeling of the water splashing on her body and her hands running over her skin served to send her hormones racing. She could count the number of times she'd had sex since the divorce on the fingers of one hand, and those fingers had gotten quite a workout lately. In the last couple of years, her libido had gone into overdrive for reasons unknown. She tried to resist, rinsing away the last of the lather from her body and stepping out to towel dry. It didn't work. ============== One of the images from the story is on my "About" page, where I run down how I make these. Here's another I finished recently.

Here's a preview of both an upcoming section of the webpage and a continuation of the story "Jerk". I'll be adding to existing stories in this section - called "Hot Shorts", and these continuations will only be available on my website. They're going to be basically more sex between the characters, although some character development may creep in there. I just don't feel that these continuations have enough substance to qualify as a "chapter 2" for posting to the story sites. Anything that does feel strong enough will attain chapter status and go up wherever the original is posted. This picks up exactly where "Jerk" left off: ======================================= Tim closed the door and turned to see her already pulling off her top, releasing her gorgeous tits. “Same deal as before?†Part of him wanted to accept the deal immediately, but he hesitated as he walked toward the couch, trying to summon up the courage to ask for more. She must have sensed what he was thinking, because her eyebrows arched and she put her hands on her hips. Her expression was stern, but the only thing he could think of was how sexy she looked. “Are you trying to push your luck for more?†she finally asked after a couple more seconds of silence. Steeling his nerves, he nodded and answered, “Yeah.†She let out a theatrical sigh and stared up at the ceiling for a moment. “Okay, blowjobs instead of handjobs this time. One a day, for three days. Agreed?†“Deal,†he answered, not willing to risk a push for more. She shrugged as she unbuttoned her jeans. “Oh well. At least I won’t have to clean all the cum off my boobs. Why are your pants still on? Take them completely off – and your shirt, too.†Tim quickly whipped his shirt over his head, not wanting to miss any of the show as she pushed down her jeans, and then panties. She was nude by the time he kicked his underwear to the side. Not wasting a moment, she dropped to her knees and wrapped her hand around his cock. “So, when was the last time you jerked off?†It just so happened that he’d gone to a friend’s house the day before and come home so tired that he’d went straight to sleep. “Night before last.†“Make sure you warn me before you come. God, you’re going to go off like a volcano after saving it for two days.†“I promise,†he said, and then gasped when she licked the head of his cock while looking up into his eyes. She chuckled at his reaction, and gave him another lick. “Better than your hand, huh?†“Way better.†“You ain’t seen nothing, yet.â€