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What Mom and Dad Don't Know

Date: 6/8/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Author: bager, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

"No babysitter?" "Be serious!" She laughed. "Who cooks?" "We´re going to send out for pizza." "That´s cool. Well, tell her I called." Actually, it was cool talking to a girl while was he was naked. "What are you doing?" he asked, trying to extend the conversation and the excitement just a little longer. "Just my homework," she answered. I like to get it out of the way so I have the weekend free. How about you?" His pulse quickened. This was the longest conversation he had ever had with the older girl. And he was nude! "Just having a sandwich and reading a magazine," he said. "A nudist magazine," he said gleefully. That would impress her. "I´m sitting here naked," he added almost as a casual afterthought. "You´re what?" "Eating a sandwich, reading a magazine--" "You said you were naked." "Yeah." "That sounds sick. " She giggled. "What are you doing, twerp? Do you have your thing in your hand? Are you playing with yourself?" Suddenly, he became panicky. She might tell Molly. "No! It´s not like that," he explained. "I´m a nudist--a naturist. It´s a lifestyle." "Yeah, right. Molly never said anything about you guys being nudists." "It´s not ‘us guys.´ It´s only me. Me and my friend Freddy." "What? Are you guys members of a club or something?" "Not yet," he swaggered, his confidence growing. She seemed to be taking me seriously. "But we´re going to out to one and join up as soon as Freddy gets his driver´s license." "So what do you do in the meantime? Just practice at home?" ... "Yeah." "What do you do?" "Oh, things." "Sexy things?" "Naw. People always think that nudism and sex go together. But it´s not true. Yeah, you have to be nude to have sex, but you don´t have to have sex just because you´re nude," he said knowledgeably. "Know what I mean? Nudism is just healthy living--you know, the sun and all that kind of stuff." He finished, almost out of breath, proud of himself. Freddy would have loved his explanation. "So what do you do?" "Eat sandwiches, read magazines. You know, the usual stuff." "Sounds cool. What happens if you have a visitor?" "What kind of visitor?" Rory asked cautiously. "Male or female." "Female. Would she have to get nude, too?" He began to sweat. Closing his eyes, he tried to remember what was said in that pamphlet Freddy had about introducing your wife to nudism. "No," he said firmly, "she wouldn´t have to take off her clothes--not right away. Sometimes women need time to adjust. You know, like sticking your toe in the water at the beach." "So she could get away with just taking off her top? That can´t be so bad; they do that all the time in France, don´t they? At the beach?" "Oh, yeah, yeah," he said quickly, his heart pounding. "The top would be okay. Like in France." "You´re not shitting me, are you? Are you really sitting there in the nude eating a sandwich?" "I´ve almost finished the sandwich," he conceded. "This I´ve got to see! I´m coming right over, twerp! And you´d better be naked or I´m going to tell your sister all about ...