.. but ... being nude here ... being nude in the shop ... being nude in the shop in front of customers ... well that is totally different. Does Mrs Ma...well know?”“I think so, Stacey. I walked passed her office and she smiled and waved at me. She must have seen that I was in the nude. So I guess she is OK with it. What do you think? Do you think it is OK?” Jennifer looked pleasantly but inquiringly at Stacey then the other girl – a younger sandy haired girl call Reese.Reese looked immediately at. I decided to try my luck."On your own?" I asked. "I think I may be" she replied " my husband hates parties, so he's headed off home, I'm just starting to enjoy myself though. Fancy a dance?" . "sounds great" I answered. "I saw you looking at me" she said, "you know in that way that says I fancy you". "That's because I do" I said. We danced, both slightly drunk and I could feel her warm body swaying and rocking next to me. I wanted her to be doing that on top of me, naked, her beautiful bronzed. Now I find myself wondering how long before they start to notice a difference in me. Because I know I’m different now. This past weekend has definitely been a life changing experience.Rob went downstairs as I finished dressing. So he didn’t see me when, after a moment to consider, I reached under my skirt and pulled my panties and pantyhose off. I’m in no danger of being overexposed at work. My skirt comes down to just above my knees and my blouse is thick enough that my nipples don’t show. One morning after breakfast I saw him slip unobtrusively up to the second floor, where our old schoolroom was located, and where he had his small apartment. I was seized with curiosity to see where he was going in the middle of the morning, and even more curious when I saw mother’s French maid, Emilie slip upstairs shortly afterwards. She, at least, had no business to take her up there. I had always envied Emilie, ever since my mother brought her back from London to be her dresser. She is.