Over the next week, the excitement built in me. A nervous energy seemed to have taken over the whole household. On top of that, I had received the package from eBay and was very keen to try it out. I helped Jerome with his packing and found it hard to contain my excitement. I was all but skipping around the house naked almost all the time and, when Cathy caught me hanging the washing naked again, I didn't feel embarrassed in the slightest. In fact, if anything, I found myself strutting a little for her.
“Hey, you. I see you're enjoying the sunshine again.”
“It's a beautiful day. I had to take advantage. Have you got time for a cuppa?”
“Sure; I'll be over in five, just got to finish hanging my own washing.”
“I'll go put the kettle on.”
I hung the rest of the washing, then went inside. I flicked the kettle on, on my way past, and was about to go put a dress or something on when I realized I didn't have to. It's not as though she hasn't seen me naked before, I thought to myself, and I felt a little shiver of excitement go through me as I thought about strutting around the house naked for Cathy and making sure she gets a better view of my body than from just over the fence.
My nipples were hard and my pussy was tingling as I thought about it and I could feel the nervous excitement of doing something new. That's when the doorbell rang. As I walked towards it I could feel my slippery folds sliding against each other as my pussy got wetter.
Cathy stepped in as I opened the door for her. She blushed a little at first, which I found really endearing, but she did her absolute best not to look shocked. It is an unusual experience to find yourself next to someone completely naked but she handled it well. I know it's not the reaction I would have gotten from anyone else in my friend group.
At first, there was a certain amount of tension as she got used to the fact that I was completely naked. I felt a little uncomfortable as I worried that perhaps she was just checking out what the crazy neighbor was doing. Eventually, she admitted to feeling a little unusual sitting there talking to me while I was naked but she wasn't embarrassed or put off; it was just unusual in the sense that it had never happened before.
I offered to go put something on but she insisted that I stay as I was. I laughed and told her that she was welcome to be naked herself if she wanted. I saw a moment's hesitation where she seemed to give it some serious consideration but then, ultimately, she declined with a giggle.
Eventually, we both lost our self-consciousness as I told her more about my photography. I could see that Cathy was getting closer and closer to agreeing to model for me and I did my best to sell her on the idea. I just can't do what I really want without a model. I dropped several more hints throughout the conversation and when she still didn't take the bait, I outright asked her again if she wanted me to do some shots of her. Again, she was very hesitant until I explained that they would just be normal portrait shots, unless she wanted to get naked, of course. At least she didn't run away this time and I saw that flicker of intrigue flash in her eyes again, and I suspected I would be taking all kinds of lovely photos of her before long.
Mid-conversation, the clock in the hall chimed three o'clock and I cursed myself for not paying more attention to the time. I excused myself and returned a few minutes later in a skirt and shirt. She looked at me, confused and perhaps a little disappointed.
“The kids will be home soon and, well, to be honest, neither they nor my husband know I do this. It's a new thing for me and somehow I just don't think they'll understand.”
“Oh, I see. I thought this was something you had been doing for a long time. You seem so confident in your own skin.”