Seriously. July 14 actually IS National Nude Day. Sir and I actually have quite a few friends who are nudists. They are not into nudism for any sexual reason, per se, but rather because they believe the human body – in all its shapes and forms is beautiful AND, rather like Benjamin Franklin, that air and sunlight helps keep ALL of your skin healthier. Of course, if something sexual happens between consenting adults, there’s no harm in that either, is there?

OBVIOUSLY, Sir decreed that for at least the 24 hours of July 14, both he and I would be nude. An extra day would be added for every hour we were clothed, so he decided that we should start early. As soon as we arrived home on the 13th, we each removed every stitch of clothing. The only exception to this was that I would be allowed to wear an apron, for safety, while cooking.

Honestly, I was thrilled by this idea. Yes, Sir has often required me to be naked for an extended period of time either as a grounding punishment or for his pleasure, but he rarely is nude for that long himself. This would give me a chance to gawk openly at HIS body for a change!

I got home first and was just finishing up a simple dinner of tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches when he walked him. He grinned and me, patted my ass and then went to the bedroom himself. He came back after taking a quick shower and sat down at the kitchen table. We chatted about mundane things while I set the food at our places. After, we cleaned up together.

He ran his hand up my back, leaned in close, and whispered, “Bend over the table.”

A quick glance told me all I needed to know, as if the deep voice wouldn’t have been enough to motivate my obedience. A nano second later, he was easing his rock hard cock inside of me. I moaned with pleasure. He moved slowly so that I could appreciate every millimeter of his length, by tunnel getting wetter and wetter, my hard nipples pressed against the cool laminate table.

“That’s it, Patty. That’s it,” he murmured. “Take it all.”

And I did. I tried to hurry it along, eager for the fullness of him, but he wasn’t having it. He pressed his long, artistic fingers against my hips, holding me in place. “Patience,” he warned.

With excruciating slowness, he finally fully seated himself inside of me. I felt my soul soar and my body began to tremble. Sweat poured off my body as pleasure poured from me. Far away, I heard the sound of his rumbling chuckle before he pulled out and pushed back in. Over and over again until he joined me by spurting his own pleasure inside of me. He leaned over me, kissed the back of my neck, gave a long, satisfied sigh, and said, “Guess you’ll have to carry a towel around to sit on for a while.”

I snorted and agreed. We watched television, played a game of gin rummy, and got ready for bed. I couldn’t stop thinking about and staring at his cock, his tight ass cheeks, his broad shoulders. I wrapped my arms around his neck, making sure to rub my breasts against his chest. I adore how the light scattering of blonde hair stimulates my nipples. He captured my mouth and I gave a slight push, tumbling us both onto the bed. I spread my legs and straddled him. He pulled away from my lips slightly and murmured, “You know my expectation.”

“I’ve already prepared for it, sir,” I answered. I shifted, angling my bottom and reached down to position his cock against my anus. After brushing out my hair and cleaning my teeth, I’d inserted a generous amount of lube and used my own fingers to loosen my anus and work the slickness deeper into my tunnel. He slid in effortlessly. We both moaned.

Unlike earlier, I didn’t want slow, gentle heat. I wanted HIM. I plunged myself downward, fully sheathing his sword in one fluid movement.

“Jesus,” he ground out. I worked my hips and, in order to get a better angle, pressed my hands against the mattress, lifting my upper body. He grasped both of my nipples and squeezed. My mouth opened. My eyes opened. My whole body opened and joy cascaded from every cell. He watched as I road the wave. Just before I came crashing down, he released my nipples and smirked as my eyes widened when the blood rushed back to the hard nips. He grasped me around my waist and flipped me over, pressing me into the firm mattress.

“You ready for me?”

“Always.”

And I was. within a few powerful strokes he again filled my body with creamy evidence of his own pleasure before collapsing on top of me and rolling onto his side. Once I could breathe again, I got up and went to the bathroom to clean myself and retrieve a warm washcloth so I could clean him.

“Patty?”

“mmm?”

“I want you full all night.”

I stopped cold. It was the deepness in his voice. The command.

“Yes, sir.”