You tried out your powers of persuasion

You wasted no time in trying out your skills on Carol. When she arrived and took off her coat and boots you were reminded of just how gorgeous she is: petite, at just 5’3”, curvy with perky little tits and a perfect round bottom. Her black hair is cut into an asymmetric bob now, and her dark eye make up and lipstick, the silver piercings on her right eyebrow really show off her full lips and blue eyes. Tonight she was wearing a skirt of black lace over a light silky underskirt and a low cut black lacy top. You can totally understand why that guy at her work wanted to bone her.

‘I’ve bought your favourite gin, come through. I thought we could start with a gin and tonic,’ you said after a welcome hug and a little polite small talk. You knew she never liked the taste of gin, she was much more into Bacardi and Coke. She paused in the hallway for just a split second, only noticeable to you because you were looking for a sign that she was somehow processing the seed you had just planted.

‘Oh, perfect! I love gin,’ she smiled, following you into the kitchen. You didn’t let up with the mind fuckery.

‘So of course you said on the phone that you are thinking of maybe not eating fish any more, so I haven’t ordered pizza yet. I thought we could choose something from the menu online?’ You passed her a balloon glass with a large gin and tonic, the ice cubes clinking as she took it from you. Her eyebrows furrowed for a brief moment.

‘Um, yes,’ she started, a little unsteadily. ‘I think I’m still undecided. I thought you were thinking of pasta though?’

You sipped your own drink. ‘I was, but when you said about maybe stopping with the fish we figured we could order pizza, then we can get whatever you like.’

She blinked a few times quickly, quickly accepting that there is a section of your conversation which she had momentarily forgotten, then she smiled broadly. ‘Oh, of course, I remember! I’ve got a brain like a sieve sometimes, honestly!’

This is going well, you thought. Time for the first proper test.

‘And I think it’s great about the nudism thing, too.’ She looked at you, her face a mask of utter confusion until your words started to sink in. ‘So after you told me that you prefer to remain naked whenever you are in private, I read some articles about it.’ You watched with interest as she began to create a false memory of telling you that she doesn’t wear clothes at home. ‘It’s actually really good for your skin, to get air and light to your whole body. I’ve been thinking I might do the same as you, just stop wearing clothes at home.’

‘Well, er, yes.’ Carol’s brain was racing, constructing a logical framework around what you had said. ‘Well, as animals, we don’t physically need to wear clothes. It’s just society which forces us to keep covered up. Wearing shoes, for instance. Shoes only make your feet softer, we don’t actually need them. Cavemen didn’t wear shoes.’ It was very impressive how she managed to build such a logical argument for something so out of left field.

‘Absolutely right,’ you agreed. ‘Much more natural. So, not to be weird, if you are more comfortable being naked this evening, that’s fine by me. I know you prefer to go without clothes, and I’m honestly cool with it if you want to strip off.’

She looked a little embarrassed, biting her bottom lip. ‘Oh, you are too kind. But I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I know not everybody wants to have dinner with a naked chick!’

You wondered why on earth she thinks you wouldn’t want to have dinner with a naked chick. Especially one as hot as her. ‘Honestly, I don’t mind. In fact, as I say, I’ve been thinking I might try it myself, I’m just not sure I’m ready yet.’

Carol grinned, setting her glass down as she pulled her top off to reveal a tiny black bra, barely covering her nipples. ‘Oh god, thanks for this! It’s great that you are so understanding, lots of people would find it awkward.’ She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, now only dressed in her bra, black stockings and a black g-string. You turned away for just long enough to reach into your trousers and point your erection up toward your waistband so it wasn’t quite so obvious before watching her slip off her stockings, then her bra.

‘Oh, that’s so much better,’ she breathed contentedly. ‘Thanks for letting me be naked.’

You smiled: no problem at all, as she lowered her g-string to reveal a thin vertical strip of pubic hair before leaving her small pile of clothes next to your fruit bowl.

‘You should totally try this,’ she said, sipping her new favourite gin.

‘Maybe later,’ you replied, unlocking your phone and standing next to her with your arm around her waist. Your erection felt good, pointing upward under your trousers. ‘So, shall we order some pizza?