I had called the President and CEO of the parent company and given her a heads up. The only thing she said to me was that I needed to be very careful. She asked me about three times if I knew what I was doing, but at the end of the call one thing was clear, that whatever decision we came to, corporate profits was what mattered most, and that we must terminate the experiment if it proved detrimental to business. I had to agree that this was the best idea.
The campaigning itself was hardly noticeable. Becky was inviting people to her house after work, daily, and having lunch dates with others. Stacey was clearly working with her on this, as it seemed she went with Becky everywhere.
Margaret, on the other hand had put a crucifix above her desk, and was talking about moral responsibilities and respectability in all matters. This continued throughout her day, in all business she conducted. Otherwise, she was having periodic meetings with a few of the more conservative staff members and with a few people who appeared undecided.
What actually went on at any of these meetings I wasn't privy too, until I got invited to go over to Becky's house. I didn't think it was wise to go there unaccompanied, being married and all.
I asked my wife, Marsha, to go with me. I had already explained the nudity experiment that was being investigated at work, so when I told her of the invitation to go to Becky's place, she knew exactly what it was about.
"Yeah sure, I'll go. I'm kind of curious about all of this anyway," she said.
***
We arrived at Becky's place. It was a big old farm house out in the country with lots of trees and privacy. I noticed a few other cars in the driveway.
We rang the bell and it was answered by a very naked Ryan. "I should have guessed," I thought.
I looked over at Marsha and she was clearly looking at Ryan's chest and his manhood as we entered the house.
Inside, I saw the house was pleasantly decorated with a somewhat eclectic flair, and it was spotless.
Ryan led us into the living room of the house where Becky was sitting and beckoning for us to come in. She too was completely naked.
I introduced Marsha to Becky and Ryan. Marsha said apologetically, "We feel a little over dressed here..."
"Oh, dont worry about it," Becky replied, we normally allow guests to stay clothed for their first visit here. After that we normally expect them to be like us. We will make an exception for you though, considering who you are, why you are here, and all."
Marsha and I sat on the couch, opposite Becky. "Would you be a dear, and get Harvey and Marsha a drink?" Becky asked Ryan.
"Sure," he replied. "What would you like?"
"Oh, I'll have a beer, please," I said.
"I'll have the same," said Marsha.
As Ryan left, I noticed Marsha watching Ryan as he walked away.
Becky sat in her chair with her legs crossed and her arms on the chair arms. She was holding a drink in a low ball glass in her right hand. She looked perfectly comfortable, and with nothing to hide. I felt a little stirring in my pants as I looked at her. It embarrassed me a bit, so I crossed my legs.
"I guess you didn't expect this," stated Becky almost questioningly.
"I guess I should have," I replied, "you did say you've been a nudist your whole life. "
"Actually, we prefer the name, naturist," Becky corrected. "My two roommates here are also naturists. We all met in university. Karen and I were renting a house for students, when we discovered that we had this in common. We always left our clothes at the door after that," she laughed. "Our other roommate didn't appreciate it very much, though she tried to get used to it. Then we met Cathy. She started coming over every day just so she could be naked too. Finally they switched places, and Cathy, Karen, and I have all lived together since. We bought this place right out of school. Karen's dad helped us with the down payment, and we have lived here, clothes free, ever since."
"And you have a rule that guests have to be naked too?" Marsha asked.
"Oh yes. We have each had boyfriends along the way, and some of them are harder to train to take off their clothes than others, but the last thing we want is for anyone to come here just to stare at the naked girls here. There has to be a level playing field," she laughed.
Just then another woman entered the room, followed by Ryan with our beer.
As he served it, Becky introduced us to Karen who had just come in from outside.
Karen was a beautiful brunette, about five foot ten, with a lovely complexion that glowed with an all over golden tan. Her "D" cup breasts swung gently as she walked. I think I was mesmerised for a minute because the next thing I realized, Marsha gently elbowed me saying, "Don't stare, sweetheart."
I felt a slight warmth come.over my face. I must have started to blush.
"That's pretty normal," said Karen, sensing my discomfort. "We get used to that. That's why we let people stay clothed when they are here for their first time. Sometimes they are just too uncomfortable. They need a chance to learn that there is nothing sexual about this, and that we have the same parts as everyone else. Nudity is nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, I think it's a lot healthier than wearing clothes."
"Healthier?" asked Marsha.