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By Elad456 (elad456@hotmail.com)***
We were invited to a "Walk on the Wild Side," New Year's Eve party. It was held in Miami at the home of an up and coming member of the local "hot set." This is not a group we normally run with -but our firm had recently landed as an account a company owned by this individual's half brother, for some marketing of a particular product on the West Coast of Florida (where we live.)
There was some initial concern that we might be "too laid back," to properly represent such an organization. This, combined with my natural wild streak is why we ended up in Miami for New Year's Eve and one great adventure. I am somewhat an exhibitionist and my husband Elliott doesn't mind helping show me off.
In the past these adventures were more on the "chance encounter" side. I would be naked in public but if anyone saw us it would appear to be a "chance encounter." Wednesday night was to be different. We were told this was a small intimate gathering of less than 100 people with good food, music, some live entertainment and a real "whatever happens happens," attitude.
We have friends who have a condo on South Beach and they agreed to let us use it for the weekend. We drove down/ across early Wednesday and spent some time in the Bal Harbour Shops though there wasn't much I needed to buy since there wasn't much I was planning to wear.
We went out for an early dinner and then back to the condo for me to prepare. The butterflies were going nuts in my stomach. I stripped and showered. As I stepped out of the shower, I saw myself naked in the full-length mirror and realized in just a short while a hundred people that I did not know would see me the same way.
I dried my hair, put on my makeup, and several pieces of jewelry. Elliott watched and sensed my apprehension. "You don't have to go through with it if you don't want to," he offered.
"I want to I just don't want to start and chicken out."
"Well," he replied, "here's the deal as long as we're here you can say 'no' and we'll stay right here in the room and have a party of our own but once we leave the building, there is no turning back. Agreed."
I swallowed hard and repeated, "Agreed."
I sat down on the bed and picked up a pair of hose. Black, thigh high, garterless I quickly put them on and then my three-inch high black heels. I looked again in the mirror. This was unusual, in more ways than one. I had never "dressed" to go naked before.
It was a cool night in South Florida luckily. Elliott helped me put on a full-length sable (faux furs relax animal folks) coat. I often wore hose like this with no underwear when I didn't want a panty line but I had never worn them without a dress at all!
Elliott handed me a glass of red wine. I drank it. I don't normally drink any alcohol. I don't normally go to a party naked.
The drive across the island was only a few minutes I could feel the effects of the wine and felt myself loosening up. A valet took our car as we pulled up in front of the mansion on the bay side of Miami Beach. When we walked in, I realized this was a different league than our normal "suburban" lifestyle.
There were very attractive young men and women to open the doors and offer to take our coats, drinks, hors d'oeuvres, etc. You noticed them immediately all they were all bare-chested, men and women. At least I wouldn't be the only one with bare boobs.
The next thing I noticed is it was going to be a lot more than 100 people probably closer to 200 I took another glass of wine when it was offered and then again heard, "May I take your coat?"
Here was the moment of truth. I gulped the wine and unbuttoned my coat, letting it fall open. Then as gracefully, as possible I let it slide off my body. And there I was nude for all to see. The young man who took my coat never missed a beat as he handed Elliott a claim check and pointed to the party going on in a downstairs ballroom.
As we walked around I drew quite a few stares there were other women besides myself in various states of undress but I was the only one without any clothing what so ever. I was scared and excited all at the same time. We made our way around and found our host. He did a double take as I instantly buried the idea that we were "too laid back!"
Kissing me on the cheek he said, "Iri, I know I said 'bare as you dare,' but I didn't think you'd really do it."
"Too much?" I asked with trepidation.
"Oh NO! You'll be the hit of the party! And before it's over they'll be others who'll join you."
What a night. We danced. We met new friends. We went hot-tubbing with three other couples even though it was almost 50 degrees out on the deck. Now my hose and heels came off and so I was for all purposes completely naked. (The other couples put back on their underwear after the hot tub adventure but I just enjoyed the incredible absolute freedom. And yes I was very turned on. Elliott would feel me and check to see just how "hot and bothered" I was when no one was looking.
After midnight we stole away to an upstairs bedroom and he took care of my problem at least until we go back to our condo. With all the drinking (and probably drugs) and lack of clothing did it turn into an "orgy?" No. I know we saw other couples sneaking up stairs to the bedrooms but they were some of the nicest behaved people I've ever been around at a party.
By three A.M. when it started to break up there were still 150 people around. Most everyone had lost part of their clothing and three other girls were like me, completely nude. Elliott got my coat I left my hose and heels and after claiming our car we headed back to our friends' condo.
We thought about making it in the surf, but by then the temperature was honestly in the low 50's with a strong wind out of the north, and even with four glasses of wine it was too cold for "From Here to Eternity revisited."
It was a great New Year hope everyone else can say the same!
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