We decided to go casual for the evening. Lisa put on a pair for fairly conservative, but brightly colored shorts and a silk tee shirt with a rather lo... neckline. The shorts showed off her wonderful ass and long legs, also it was impossible to miss the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. In short she oozed sex appeal. I could tell it was going to be a long evening for me. I was wearing a loose fitting pair of khaki shorts and a lightweight, short sleeve Polo shirt.It was the time of year when. I served myself wine in a crystal glass and being a hater of television I decided to listen to some music, which happens to be my favorite hobby. What else could accompany me in this evening? Well, my laptop was a good solution. The web could make my time pass easily and well. I turned it on, connected and went to my favorite singles site which I hadn’t used for sometime. The worst I could get tonight would be a hot discussion with someone I didn’t know. Why not? Everybody does it and it was. A BIG man, sitting with his back to me."Excuse me," I said. "Can I use your... ?" And he turned toward me.He turned to his right to do this (that's sort of important in my narrative); and immediately, I took a step back, away from him. My mouth was open because I was in the process of asking him a question, and it stayed open. I can remember thinking to myself: He's wearing a mask. Why is he wearing a mask? But then a couple little things began to register in my brain. This mask made his head. My thing about skinny dipping is more about being naked outside, it’s always felt, I dunno, freeing?“It’s definitely not about seeing or being seen naked and if I were with you, it would not be about people seeing you naked. I don’t give a shit what others think about you or if people are jealous of me, I fancy the hell out of you and that’s all that matters to me.”“So, you’re not proud to walk down the street with me? For others to see you with me by your side?” Jane teased.“Of course, I’m.