Stop This Nudism Nonsense!

Everything ran smooth at the house until Nicole Kitt quit clothes. She left the bathroom bare after a shower, skipped bottoms at breakfast, then stopped dressing at all. Guests stopped coming. Whitney Wright, Vanessa Vega and Serene Siren had to act. They sent Serene in first. She walked back stripped bare. Vanessa marched in next to fix it; she came out naked too. Whitney watched, stunned, the last one dressed. Vanessa, Serene and Nicole circled her, voices low, selling skin on skin, the feel of warm air, the slide of a hand with nothing in the way. Whitney felt her resolve thin. Blonde hair brushed her shoulder. A brunette hand rested on her hip. Fingers traced lower, slipped between her cheeks, pressed and teased until her breath caught. Heat pooled. Whitney’s clothes felt heavier with each slow circle they drew around her, every promise spoken against her neck. She let the last piece fall.