The Nude

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic


Ever played any of those games where shedding clothing is built into the rules, and the loser ends up with nothing on ? You know, that naughty game of cards?

I did once, (minus the cards!) and I was glad I did. I even cheated in the end, and pulled away the final remainder of the flimsy material preventing me an unobstructed view of my prize. I'm not ashamed. You’d have done the same and don’t go all self righteous on me, alright?

She'd walked into the party alone, and drifted around the room, probably looking for recognizable faces she could identify and mingle with. Expertly, I stayed out of her orbit for a while, to observe her from a distance, circling the room at my own pace. Or maybe we subconsciously circled each other, each playing rabbit to the others fox?

I saw what she was wearing. It was couture, chic, probably designer, one of those names that the Milan or Paris stores promote, come summer or fall. The color of the season. Very flimsy. Hid just enough. And definitely showed enough to want to see the remaining. You know those poor degenerates who position themselves for a worm's-eye view of a pedestalled beauty? I began to understand them, bloody hell!

I went over. I introduced myself. These occasions are always rife with those pleasant possibilities. Would madam like to dance? Once I have her in my arms, and breathing heavy, sweating a bit and feeling flushed, is it that large a leap of the imagination to then think about ...?

We danced, the requisite pheromones were exchanged. I proposed a game. We'd have to leave though, to play, I tell her. It’s not really a game played in public. Your place or mine? Let's play right here, she says. You wouldn't say that if you knew the game, I said. Try her? Okay. Let’s pick a corner table, at least? You know, away from the maddening crowd.

So the game's like this (I said). I tell you things about yourself. If I'm right, you lower that thing you're wearing an inch each time. Deal? And if you're wrong, she asked? We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, I said. I saw a hint of a Mona Lisa smile when she agreed (I think she was more curious than flirty but I’ll take that). Onward and Upwards!

Now, the entire operation hinged on accurate prediction. I couldn’t say generic things like they do in the astrology columns. It’s got to be specific. Can’t touch a nerve either.

But its easy. You know how to know things about people? You look. It's easy as long as they let you look at them. All you actually need to negotiate is permission to look. 

So I looked, I looked, reader! (pleasure mixed with pleasure, stirred, shaken) and she had the most beautiful eyes, they told me things about her, it was so easy. I was merely a medium, gentlemen!

And of course, many things I told her. She laughed, those eyes of hers sparkling, validating my triumphant observances, yes she was an only child, yes she’d lived abroad as a teenager, yes the helpless innocence of baby animals caused her intense agony. 

And as I passed those picture post cards of her own identity back to her, that thing she wore went down as promised, down, down, straps lowered, support suspended, and a few more triumphant disclosures later I had the frontage almost at satisfactory levels. One more, and I'm going to see everything.

Then I whispered in her ear, as a last and final flourish, ". ….. .... ... " (I can't tell you, reader!), and she said that didn't count, rejected it as a tautology, made to pull up and cover her exposed skin, and said she was late for an appointment, or something. She looked at her watch, reader, she looked at her watch!

The spell I'd cast broke like one of those ballooned soapy droplets that shimmers and shimmers and explodes soundlessly. But I’d come so far! I had to see! 

So I took my life in my hands, risked it all, nudged aside that damn Covid induced face-mask, and gazed at a perfect nose, a cupid bow lip, a luscious mouth and a dimpled and delicate chin. What a face!


Submitted: March 27, 2021

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HJ FURL

Fantastic! And yes, I've been there!
Best Wishes,
HJ Furl

Sat, March 27th, 2021 11:50am

HJ FURL

Fantastic! And yes, I've been there!
Best Wishes,
HJ Furl

Sat, March 27th, 2021 11:51am

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