Admiring the art

Sam was like a kid in a candy shoppe, giddy with glee as she stared at all of the naked bodies around her. Sam, being the true nudist, had an admiration for the human body and overall desire for everyone just to be naked all the time. She didn’t care how anyone looked and wanted them to be confident in their own skin, which it seemed that most people in this group were more than comfortable in the nude. Sam was putting out her feelers as the bubbly wife and introducing herself to the naked men and women. Socializing was her strong suit not admiring the artwork. I could see more than a few men that were more than happy to meet my bodacious wife and her jiggle bittys.

“That brunette is very attractive,” said a female voice with a heavy British accent.

“Thanks! She’s a good girl for the most part but she has also has a bit of wild side as well,” I say turning to see a very naked big breasted, raven haired beauty. “I’m Jaime Summers, the more laidback one of the couple,” I say while extending out a hand.

She grabs my hand and kisses it as she says, “Charmed, Miss Summers. My name is Elizabeth Lenard and might I say you are the finest piece of art in this museum.” My cheeks flush from the unexpected compliment.

I take my hand back and clear my throat as I ask, “Just Jaime is fine, Elizabeth. Are you always this upfront with married women?”

She chuckles and says, “Just the sexiest ones. So I have to ask…” She paused for a moment as she looked me over once more from head to toe. “Are you an all the time nudist?”

(Damn! She’s good…)

“What gave it away?” I ask in a cool manner.

“Lack of tan lines, love. You have flawlessly bronze skin from your the tip top of your head down to to your dainty toes,” she said while positioning her arms while squishing her boobs.

“Seems like you have me figured out, Sherlock,” I said with a chuckle.

She didn’t miss a beat when she said, “Ah it’s elementary, my dear Watson.” We both chuckled at our corny jokes. I watched as Sam gave me a wave as she took off with her new groups of friends as I gave her a gentle wave back. “Did you want to join her?”

“Nah I’m good. I have a new friend that has quite the eye for art and I’m more of an intimate girl myself,” I say grabbing her hand as I lead her to the first exhibit.