Your friendly local postman.

You turn around and see your local postman, Mr. Jefferson, a friendly young man of 28 years. He has curly brown hair and pretty blue eyes and always a sunny smile on his face.

"Hello Kiki", he says, "I didn't know you and your family are naturists."

"Oh, hello, eh, yes we are, but usually not outside of the house, but I locked the backdoor accidently and so ...", you say lying.

"Oh, I see", he points behind you ,"you have the same fake rock that I bought for our house."

"Yes", you say with relief, "that's why I'm here, I didn't want to show myself naked." (Of course you did).

"Don't worry, I just was surprised to see a young girl nude. But now that I see your breasts, I'd say you're not so young anymore.", _he says.

"I'm eighteen",you say, raising on your toes, stretching your chest a bit out to make your a-cups look bigger.

'Eighteen? Time really flies, I remember my first year in the job, when you were just a young teen, running around the house in those cute summer dresses. But It seems they don't fit you anymore.", he replies.

You giggle. "That's why I'm naked, I have nothing to wear."

"Sounds like fun. But enough kidding, my wife and me are naturists too, but no one of our friends is. So please tell your parents, they can talk with me. Maybe we can visit each other, no sex or so, just hang around nude.", he tells you.

"Okay, Mr. Jefferson, but I can't promise they will.", you reply.

"At least they can think about it. By the way friends or nude girls can call me Jeff.", he says with a twinking eye. He claps his bag and says: "Sorry, no letter today. See you, Kiki.",

"Bye, Jeff.", you say. He waves at you, but then he turns back.

"By the way..." he says.