Nervous Nudity

I notice her smiling back, walking over to where her friend was already sitting, while carrying the tray of food I had paid for. As we walk over, I notice how her cheeks heat up, displaying her embarrassment, though the fact that she can't even choose to cover her own nakedness may play a factor into that. Speaking up first, she puts her best foot forward, "I, but I didn't... I mean", and her cheeks heat up, almost dropping the tray before stopping herself from moving involuntarily to cover her nudity up.

Her friend smiles back, 'Don't be like that. You seem to be enjoying yourself, if still a bit self-conscious about it. To be fair, I'm enjoying what I'm seeing, and in case you haven't noticed, I'm far from the only one. Have you considered remaining naked, at least while doing your shows? You can even make it legal to fogo everwearing clothes, you know!". To which Suzzie pauses, swallowing hard as she sets the tray down. I find myself smiling at that, sitting next to her and grabbing something to eat.

Suzzie gives me a look, trying to look relaxed, but it quickly melts, surprised and shocked in equal measure at what she's being told. "What about you, hun? Think I should go naked for my aquatic shows? Maybe even give up wearing clothes altogether?"

I pause now, notice the smiles on her friend's face, along with those around us, as more than a few patrons stare at her exposed nudity. As I take it in, her petner sattles on next to her, rubbing a hand over her shoulders. She gasps, but does not complain, as his left hand moves across her exposed bosom, caressing her intimately, before placing his hand along her leg. Casually, he spreads her legs wider, making her shaved mound and the dampness she was trying to hide all the more visible to all nearby.

Smiling at the pair, "I think you already know that answer, and are afraid of admitting it... Perhaps, even to yourself. Now, if you really want to know what I think... I would tell you to stop hesitating, throw caution to the wind and go full on nudist. You'll be happier with yourself if you did. Your fans certainly will.

Her cohost rubs a hand up her leg, once more getting a bit aggressive before whispering, "We can go now, head downtown and get you registered as a nudist... you'll love it, I'm sure, and besides, you'll never need to do laundry again. Weren't you complaining just the other day about having to do that all the time?

She manages a smirk, giggling softly, even as her legs spread easily wider apart, leaving her now fully on display, "Ok.. can we eat our food first?",

To which he declares, "Sure, we can... just promise us we're going downtown after." To which we both giggle, as we dig in...