The Dawning Pt1

Before I had my own flat, I was living in a hostel. It was clean, it was cheap, and I had my independence. Something I so desperately wanted. Eventually, though, the place closed down, and all 100-odd people had to find somewhere else. I had already applied for a government flat, but that could take ages to get one as many others were in the same position. I decided to look in the paper under accommodation, hoping to find a place that I could afford. I was working, but only part-time, so I was on limited funds.

We had a month or two to get out, so I took my time, seeking just that right place. I only wanted to share with one other, rather than a group house, as until a flat became available, I wanted to be comfortable and happy. After the third week, I answered an advert where the house was quite close to work (which was important as I wanted to have the option of walking or riding the bike). The advert said cheap rent, providing the person who moved in could help with jobs around the home. When I rang up, I found out the lady who owned the house had recently had a stroke and needed help with doing things around the place. It wasnt a major one, but it left her impaired. I went around to meet her, see the house, and decided, this is perfect.

It was a nicely sized place too. Well kept, with a private backyard and a courtyard out the front. She was a gardener before her stroke, and clearly I could see it was getting too much for her. We arranged a price, what I could do for her to make up the differences, and within a week, I had moved in. I didnt have much; hostel living stops that. All I had was literally a suitcase full of clothes, my much-loved new stereo, and a few knick-knacks. The room was comfortable with a good-sized bed and just had a nice ambience to it. I remember that first night I slept really well and deeply as the hostel had thin walls and the place was noisy. A really good nights sleep was rare.
Bev and I settled into a nice routine in the first two months, with me helping out in the garden on the weekends and odd bits and pieces during the week. I did most of the cooking. Either on my own or with her guidance. That was lovely too, as I learnt so much from her as somewhere in the distance past she worked in a restaurant as a cook. We got along really well too and quite often had lovely chats after dinner, sitting comfortably in the lounge room, sipping port from port-pipes. She told me about her life, that she had married, had no children, and how her husband had died a few years before the stroke. She also asked about my life too, which I found nice and was saddened to know the details. I actually looked forward to getting home. More than I did at the hostel, and often thought why didnt I do this earlier.

I was just going onto 20, but I was as broke as one could be. It was quite fortuitous I found this place with the cheap rent, as work wasnt looking going past part-time for the moment. However, I was happy I made a new friend, and oddly enough, she was learning from me as much as I was learning from her. She was in her late 60s, so there was a good 40+ years difference between us. But we worked well together, and that was a good thing.

As I was no longer subjected to shared bathrooms, and as it was only Bev and I there, I felt really comfortable walking from my room to the bathroom completely naked. I knew Bev wouldnt be up, so there was no chance of her seeing me and taking offence. Also, I didnt want to upset her by any means. Shed been through enough. As I knew the morning routine, knowing she wouldnt see me naked, I started taking more liberties and after having the shower, would go to the kitchen and make a cuppa, head back to my room where I would stay nude until I had to get dressed. If I knew she was up, I would make her one too, but clothed of course

This one Sunday morning, I had just finished my shave and shower, headed to the kitchen to make the cuppa, and it was while I was waiting for the kettle to boil, Bev walked in. I was facing towards the bench, and suddenly I hear this:
Thats an interesting sight.
I spun around in a fright while covering my genitals as I did:
So sorry Bev, I didnt know you were up, and briskly walked past her to go and get some clothes on. I was so annoyed I had been caught out, I just sat on my bed for a little bit to let my heart rate go down, and when it had, went back out.
So sorry Bev. I didnt expect you to be up, I said.
Dont worry about it, I have seen naked bodies before, she quipped. I tried to sleep in but couldnt, so I thought, just get up. Surprise, she said with a smile.
Ill be more careful, and apologised again.
Tom, if you want to be naked, be naked. I dont have a problem with it. Besides, I enjoyed seeing you like that. You have a lovely, slim body and a cute bum, by the way.
I couldnt believe what I was hearing. She wasnt angry, upset, annoyed, embarrassed, and she just said if I want to be nude, be nude. Also, she liked my body. I wasnt expecting this at all.
Do you really mean you dont care seeing me naked?Not at all, my boy. Nothing wrong with seeing the human body. My hubby and I used to go to nudist beaches way back.
I didnt know what he was talking about. Whats a nudist beach? I asked.She looked at me, sort of shocked, and at the same time, trying to figure out if I was being serious. For that matter, whats a nudist? I added.
Youve never ever heard that?No.
Well, gee. A nudist is a person who prefers not to wear clothes, practices living in the nude, or goes to nudist beaches. Or anything in the nude.
Oh, reallyDon and I spent many a day at the nudist beach. We werent nudists as such, just enjoyed swimming naked, sunbathing naked. Thats why we made the backyard private, so if we wanted to, we could be nude there too. Im no stranger to nakedness She said smiling

My head was spinning. Thats why she didnt snap at me to get dressed. She could have easily said, For goodness sake, put some clothes on, but that didnt come.
How often do you do this, like make a cuppa in the nude? She asked
A few weeks now, seeing its getting warmer, I told her. I didn't want you to know about it, thinking youd get angry at me. Kick me out
Seems you just like being naked.
Yeah, well, I guess, I said.
So how long do you stay naked for?
Oh, just go back to my room, read a little bit, have my cuppa, stay that way until I have to get ready to leave or help you.
What about night time?Umm, once I go to my room for bed, I get undressed and sleep in the nude.
I cant believe we were having a conversation about me being naked. It didnt seem odd though. She caught me nude in the kitchen and she is curious as to why I had nothing on. We get along well so I felt OK telling her.
Well Tom, dont let me stop you. If you want to keep doing that, be my guest. Whether Im up or not.Ummm, well thanks, but Im not used to anybody seeing me naked.
So nobody has seen you at all?
No.
Hmmm, interesting.
What is?I was just thinking, you seemed very at ease being naked just now. I was watching you for a bit before I said anything. You seemed to be miles away in your head.You were? Now embarrassed. Sorry.
Dont be. It was nice. Reminded me of me at your age. And like I said, you have a nice body, as most do your age.
Well thank you.
The offer is there, and after you are naked in front of someone, after a while it will seem like you arent naked at all. Trust me, been there, done that. Just think about it.

I made her a pot of tea and while we drank, talked about what she wants me to help her with today. Most Sundays we are in the garden and today she wants me to do some pruning. Its going to be a big job as it hadnt been done for a bit. I usually devote a morning to whatever she wanted as I needed my own life too but today, as I had no plans, she could use me all day.

After a bit I made breakfast and as we were sitting and enjoying it, what she said about me being naked if I wanted to hadnt left my mind.. Whether she was here or not. Bev knew I was mulling something over and she just came out with it.
Its got your interest, hasnt it? This nudist thing?In a way. How do you know ? I asked.
Just a wild guess. I can see it in your eyes you are thinking.Oh, sorry, I didnt know what she meant.Dont be. What are you thinking?Just never thought about people getting naked to go to a beach or live naked at home.Yep they do. Home, bush walk, swimming in a river. There are even clubs for nudists.Really, what do they do there?Awww, just play games like tennis, or swim in the pool sunbaked or look after the club grounds, have BBQs, lots of things. Its a space where they can be, well, nudists.
Wow, and I meant that. Like wow.
Maybe you are a nudist. Just saying.
Well, maybe not like going to a club or beaches, but I do like being naked when I am. I dont know how to explain it, it just feels right, I said.
Yep, thats how Don and I felt when we used to go to the beaches.
Can I be one of these nudists just at home?
Of course you can. You are just making a decision to NOT wear clothes. That, well to me, is nudism.
We sat in silence eating our breakfast for a little bit, and then she said, Why dont you try it now, see if you like it?
Those words hit me like a freight train. Really?
Yes, really, she said.

Two things were happening in my head simultaneously. One, I so much wanted to do it, two, I was scared to death about it. Its OK to be naked in my own time when nobody is around, but this was in front of my landlady, even if she was accepting of this thing they call nudism. I just sat there, looking at her. She was smiling. She knew I wanted to do it, she also knew I didnt want to do it. I was conflicted.
What are you worried about? She asked.
Everything, I said, laughing. And I meant it. I was not a very confident person and she sensed it.
Well, as I used to say to Don, lets just do it. So, just stand up now and let your clothes fall to the ground.What, right now? What is going on. I cant believe this.Yes, right now.
While having breakfast?Why not?
I dunno.
Well, you can if you want. You said you just feel right when naked, so why not feel right?
That made sense, but this was different. It was in front of another person. Another human being seeing my body. Although, shed already seen it from behind.

We went silent again. My mind ticking over a million miles an hour. She started reading the latest womens magazine I bought her yesterday. She looked up at me every now and then. As I sat there, courage started taking over my mind. More confidence grew. Then, all of a sudden, I stood up and took off my clothes. It was summer, so I only had a t-shirt and shorts on. Within 30 seconds I was totally naked. I sat back down as quickly as I stood up though as an unexpected thing happened. I started getting an erection. By the time I was drinking my coffee, my penis could not get any harder. I was not comfortable with that. Bev couldnt see because of the table, but I felt she could see through solid objects. I felt exposed rather than feeling right. I could have gotten dressed again while sitting there, but thought Id just ride it out. Another wave of courage swept through me.

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