She’s a brunette with shoulder length hair, about 5’6” and slim. Her boobs are a little small for a stripper, but I’m liking them. She’s wea...ing a red corset with red panties and stockings. I glance over at you; looks like you like what you’re seeing. My smile is back. The dancer begins working a pole as you watch her intently. I can’t tell if you’re ogling her or just watching her routine. I faintly laugh at the thought. As she’s sliding up and down the pole, my hand moves to your back and. The subject of my being a nudist never came up.As usual, I was home nude when the doorbell rang. Not being an exhibitionist, I keep an old pair of running shorts hanging on the door knob which I use when the door bell rings unexpectedly or I'm expecting non nudist company.Michael was a good looking, well mannered kid. He told me about himself and his expectations. He didn't do drugs or alcohol and he didn't have a girlfriend. He said his friends called him Mike and he was looking forward to. And he touched me… John was sitting with his back against the wall, watching us, watching me… and then, he stretched out his hand and started caressing my foot, in a non-committing way. When he saw I didn’t protest, he moved just a little closer and started moving his hands up my leg, up to the knee. He lifted my long skirt and looked beneath it, and then said “Mmh, nice…” and that’s when I felt uncomfortable again. I had always been told I was too skinny, I didn’t feel confident of my body and. We got into the shower, and I kissed him deeply and asked him if he had to piddle. He told me to get on my knees. I told him that if I did that, I would see him piddle, and could I lick his cock while he did. He said yes he would like that. So I got on my knees and licked his large cock while he pissed. I licked all the way to his cockhead, and then started licking the head all around the crown. My tongue got very wet from his piss, and it did not taste that bad, so I slipped my mouth over his.