One-sided Nudity, Two-way Pleasure
A year ago, if I had even heard of CMNF and was aware what those initials stood for, I would have said “That’s too kinky for me.” Yet in fact, without even thinking about it, I have been a practitioner for some time.
I am proud of my body, and though I hesitate to call myself “hot”, I am not unsightly to behold. When I first started dating my boyfriend, Andrew, I knew he liked me in short skirts and skimpy dresses when we went out – he gets a kick out of showing me off, and I am flirty enough that I enjoy the attention. On my birthday, he bought me lingerie that left little to the imagination, and as his reward I wore it for him during our candlelight dinner. He was wearing a suit, and he was really turned on by the fact that he was fully clothed and I was almost naked. So was I, which sort of surprised me at the time.
The following weekend, I went over to his place. Andrew was renovating an old house; we now live there together and spend most of our weekends working on it. As we started on the job of tearing up the old floorboards, I decided to give him a treat and took off all my clothes. His eyes nearly popped (as they say in the classics) from surprise and delight. Although, as it turned out, we didn’t get a lot of work done that day, due to Andrew’s constant distraction, I have made it a habit, at least when we’re working inside the house. I wear gloves, boots and goggles, but usually nothing in between. At times it is not the most convenient or comfortable way to work, but it’s a nice feeling to be able to give you boyfriend pleasure, and of course, I get pleasure out of pleasing him, so we’re both happy. That surprised me at first, because I am a feminist and I have always believed a relationship should be based on equality.
The funny thing is that Andrew is very conservative when it comes to revealing his own body. There’s also an element of dominance and submission in the one-sided nudity, which appeals to both of us despite my beliefs. We work side by side in a university department and I am Andrew’s “superior” – not exactly his boss, but I have a higher ranking. Sometimes I do have to give him orders. So when we come home in the evening and I take off my clothes, it helps restore the balance. It reminds us both that he is the man of the house – he wears the pants, and all the other clothing as well.
Anyway, I never really thought much about this until last summer.
Andrew and I had made our home liveable enough that we held a house-warming, and somehow we came up with the idea of a lingerie party. The guys came dressed as “playboys” – in tuxedos, etc. – and we gals put on our sexiest lingerie. And naturally, as the evening progressed and the alcohol flowed, we started to shed our bits and pieces. The upshot is that, a few weeks later, remembering the good time we’d had, we decided to go all the way, with a CMNF party.
There were about twenty people. We girls all arrived fully dressed, and feeling shy. No one wanted to be the first to bare all, and it took an hour or so before anyone worked up the courage. Eventually we started by taking off our shirts, then after a while we got down to our undies. Later our bras came off, at least those of us who’d had the foresight to wear them in the first place. Because several of us (not including me) were already bare-breasted at this stage, our inhibitions had already been loosened and it didn’t take long for our knickers to come down as well.
We had made a rule that there would be no touching, fondling or groping except between established partners. The other rule was that the guys keep their gear on – not just for the CMNF aspect, but also to minimise the chances of any unplanned hanky-panky. So it was not much different from most parties, except that half the guests were nude. The guys acted very civilized and tried to carry on as if there was nothing special happening. As for me, I found it a rather interesting experience – there I am, standing in the middle of the room with a drink in my hand, casually discussing some topic with a couple of guys, and they’re fully clothed and I’m stark naked. Occasionally their gaze would linger on my breasts or wander down to my crotch, which I found a little embarrassing (at first), but I could hardly blame them for wanting to look.
Since then, this has become part of my regular lifestyle. We haven’t had any more CMNF parties, but sometimes when we entertain guests with whom I’m comfortable, I put on my birthday suit, and sometimes I’m able to persuade the girls to get their dresses off as well. I rarely wear clothes around the house when Andrew and I are alone, and never to bed. That way, I tell him, “you can have me whenever you want” – which pleases him no end.
I have become quite the exhibitionist, I suppose, but only in private. What I have learned is that, although the nudity is one-sided, the pleasure is shared equally.