I was the only woman in the house - Naked Party, #1 - E-book - ePub

This is the story of how I came to be the only woman at a nudist house party when I went on a first proper date with a nice guy that I'd met for lunch. He told me he was a nudist and that clothing was optional at the party. I really hadn't realised the plus one meant I'd be the only women there. An erotica short of 3, 000 words -- enjoy. Extract:... Brian turned out to be both an enthusiast of connecting with nature and growing his own food and an unabashed naturist. Despite this unexpected revelation, we continued our conversations for several days, exchanging messages and chatting for hours on end.
He talked enthusiastically about his runner beans and potatoes, and I gleaned great advice to enhance my crispy carrots and ruby tomatoes. His proximity to me facilitated a quick lunch meet-up; we met face to face; he'd arrived by bicycle and bought us both decadent mugs of creamy hot chocolate. During our discussions, Brian casually dropped a comment about how men should look after women. My internal alarms blared at the suggestion of being owned or controlled.
However, Brian quickly reassured me, explaining that he meant women should be treated like royalty, adored and respected. According to him, this perspective was shared by many men - a revelation that left me questioning the quality of men I'd encountered thus far. Thus reassured, I thought he could be THE ONE, so we made plans for meeting at the weekend - nothing too grand, no pressure. Brian proposed meeting his friends for our first date; they were getting together at one of their houses.  Would I like to be his plus one? I agreed.
The prospect of encountering a group of men who held women in high regard intrigued me, and I welcomed the opportunity to get acquainted with his social circle. Little did I realize, until much later, that I would be the lone female amidst his friends' gathering - a fact obscured by the innocuous phrase "plus one" in the invitation. Brian had hinted at the party being "clothing-optional, " but I had intentionally avoided dwelling on what that truly meant until we stepped inside the house.
As we crossed the threshold, reality hit me, leaving me standing awkwardly, clothed amidst a sea of nakedness. Naked men, specifically....