Naked Volunteering

I managed to laugh again, aware that my exposed body was quite visible to everyone there; a slowly but steadily growing number of people there, and soon I would be needed to help out. I rolled my shoulders, nodded, and while I could not roll up my sleeves (Being naked, naturally), I got myself mentally ready to start cooking, "You got me, Ashley. I'd love to help out." With that, she smiled, pointed to the equipment, and started me cooking the food there, and it was not long after that I was serving it up also, my exposed body being clearly visible to all who ate.

I quickly found myself busy, my exposed body visible to a large, ever-changing crowd of adults, conversing casually at the event. it was not long before somebody placed a hand upon the small of my back while I cooked, and I gasped in surprise, and he whispered something into my ear, though I was far too surprised at the contact to really notice what was said. He chuckled, moving his hand to my ass, cupping it softly, and giving it a pat before moving off. It was not long before others also showed similar affection as I cooked. A woman put her hand on my shoulder, and thanked me for doing this, before reaching a hand to my breast, giving it a gentle squeeze, a smile forming on her face before saying, "Ohhh, so they are real.", followed swiftly by a man cupping my ass, and somehow making the space between my legs even more visible than it already was in the prior. I manage to take it all in without complaint, and it's not long before they head out, talking to themselves.

It's not long before other people notice me closly, as one puts a hand on my shoulder, the other pinching the underside of my ass, playing with me as I pause in my work cooking, though they simply laugh as they leave, food in hand. Before long, it seems most of the day had passed by, and finally get the chance to notice, I see how much goosebumps have formed on my exposed skin, my nipples standing out hard from my bosom.

Just then, I feel an arm wrap around me, and this time I find myself looking right at Ashley's father, Henry. I smile back his way, and he casually comments, "I'm sure you can break away for a few minutes for a bite to eat, and maybe make a scene of a different nature if you catch my drift."