Public Nudity on New Year’s Eve

We were invited to a “Walk on the Wild Side,” New Year’s
Eve party. It was held in Miami at the home of an up and
coming member of the local “hot set.” This is not a
group we normally run with — but our firm had recently
landed as an account a company owned by this
individual’s half brother, for some marketing of a
particular product on the West Coast of Florida (where
we live.)

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There was some initial concern that we might be “too
laid back,” to properly represent such an organization.
This, combined with my natural wild streak is why we
ended up in Miami for New Year’s Eve and one great
adventure. I am somewhat an exhibitionist – and my
husband Elliott doesn’t mind helping show me off.

In the past these adventures were more on the “chance
encounter” side. I would be naked in public – but if
anyone saw us it would appear to be a “chance
encounter.” Wednesday night was to be different. We
were told this was a small intimate gathering of less
than 100 people with good food, music, some live
entertainment and a real “whatever happens – happens,”
attitude.

We have friends who have a condo on South Beach and they
agreed to let us use it for the weekend. We drove down/
across early Wednesday and spent some time in the Bal
Harbour Shops – though there wasn’t much I needed to
buy – since there wasn’t much I was planning to wear.

We went out for an early dinner and then back to the
condo for me to prepare. The butterflies were going nuts
in my stomach. I stripped and showered. As I stepped out
of the shower, I saw myself naked in the full-length
mirror and realized in just a short while a hundred
people that I did not know would see me the same way.

I dried my hair, put on my makeup, and several pieces of
jewelry. Elliott watched and sensed my apprehension.
“You don’t have to go through with it if you don’t want
to,” he offered.

“I want to – I just don’t want to start and chicken
out.”

“Well,” he replied, “here’s the deal – as long as we’re
here you can say ‘no’ and we’ll stay right here in the
room and have a party of our own – but once we leave the
building, there is no turning back. Agreed.”

I swallowed hard and repeated, “Agreed.”

I sat down on the bed and picked up a pair of hose.
Black, thigh high, garterless – I quickly put them on
and then my three-inch high black heels. I looked again
in the mirror. This was unusual, in more ways than one.
I had never “dressed” to go naked before.

It was a cool night in South Florida – luckily. Elliott
helped me put on a full-length sable (faux furs – relax
animal folks) coat. I often wore hose like this with no
underwear when I didn’t want a panty line – but I had
never worn them without a dress at all!

Elliott handed me a glass of red wine. I drank it. I
don’t normally drink any alcohol. I don’t normally go
to a party naked.

The drive across the island was only a few minutes –
I could feel the effects of the wine and felt myself
loosening up. A valet took our car as we pulled up in
front of the mansion on the bay side of Miami Beach.
When we walked in, I realized this was a different
league than our normal “suburban” lifestyle.

There were very attractive young men and women to open
the doors and offer to take our coats, drinks, hors
d’oeuvres, etc. You noticed them immediately – all they
were all bare-chested, men and women. At least I
wouldn’t be the only one with bare boobs.

The next thing I noticed is it was going to be a lot
more than 100 people – probably closer to 200 – I took
another glass of wine when it was offered and then again
heard, “May I take your coat?”

Here was the moment of truth. I gulped the wine and
unbuttoned my coat, letting it fall open. Then as
gracefully, as possible I let it slide off my body. And
there I was – nude – for all to see. The young man who
took my coat never missed a beat as he handed Elliott a
claim check and pointed to the party going on in a
downstairs ballroom.

As we walked around I drew quite a few stares – there
were other women besides myself in various states of
undress – but I was the only one without any clothing
what so ever. I was scared and excited all at the same
time. We made our way around and found our host. He did
a double take as I instantly buried the idea that we
were “too laid back!”

Kissing me on the cheek he said, “Iri, I know I said
‘bare as you dare,’ but I didn’t think you’d really do
it.”

“Too much?” I asked with trepidation.

“Oh NO! You’ll be the hit of the party! And before it’s
over they’ll be others who’ll join you.”

What a night. We danced. We met new friends. We went
hot-tubbing with three other couples even though it was
almost 50 degrees out on the deck. Now my hose and heels
came off and so I was for all purposes completely naked.
(The other couples put back on their underwear after the
hot tub adventure but I just enjoyed the incredible
absolute freedom. And yes – I was very turned on.
Elliott would feel me and check to see just how “hot and
bothered” I was when no one was looking.

After midnight we stole away to an upstairs bedroom and
he took care of my problem – at least until we go back
to our condo. With all the drinking (and probably drugs)
and lack of clothing did it turn into an “orgy?” No. I
know we saw other couples sneaking up stairs to the
bedrooms but they were some of the nicest behaved people
I’ve ever been around at a party.

By three A.M. when it started to break up there were
still 150 people around. Most everyone had lost part of
their clothing and three other girls were like me,
completely nude. Elliott got my coat – I left my hose
and heels and after claiming our car we headed back to
our friends’ condo.

We thought about making it in the surf, but by then the
temperature was honestly in the low 50’s with a strong
wind out of the north, and even with four glasses of
wine it was too cold for “From Here to Eternity –
revisited.”

It was a great New Year – hope everyone else can say the
same!

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