I have to say that by the end of the week being naked at home felt totally natural to me. The fact that Jack still had his clothes on meant nothing. I was happy being naked all the time.
*****
It got to be the end of the working day on the Friday and as we drove home Jack said,
"It’s the photography club meeting tonight Grace, do you fancy coming with me?"
"Will you be expecting me to pose naked for them?"
"Grace, I never EXPECT you to do anything, if you want to come and just sit next to me all evening that’s just fine."
"But I can wear something to go there?"
"Of course you can, as much as I’d like you to be able to walk into a pub totally naked it may just cause a bit of a problem so I will be happy for you to wear a dress."
"Thank you Jack, in that case I’d like to come with you to see what you all take photos of."
Just before we left I put on another of my new dresses and a pair of my new 3 inch heels thinking that I needed more practice wearing heels.
We arrived at the pub and Jack led me up to the function room where I saw about 7 or 8 men of varying ages.
"No girls?" I asked as we walked over.
"There’s a couple of female members but the both work shifts so they can’t make it to half the meetings."
As Jack introduced me to everyone except Steve, the Chinese takeaway delivery driver, everyone of them came out with some nice comment about my looks, a couple adding that Jack was a lucky bastard. All of which made me feel good. One guy asked me if I was going to pose for them but I didn’t answer him.
When the meeting got underway, everyone took it in turns to show some of the photographs that they’d taken since the last meeting. They were all projected onto a big screen from a laptop and projector making everything look huge. Everyone excepts for Jack, him saying that he’s been too busy to think about photography. That comment triggered a few comments, all of which involved me one way or another and I blushed a little.
I have to say that, although there were some great photographs, none of the subject material really appealed to me.
Then it was a break where people went and got some drinks, Steve getting Jack and me one. Jack was talking to some of the others during the break and they tried to include me, but my total lack of knowledge of cameras soon became obvious and I was soon left out until Steve came back and he started to talk to me asking about how Jack and I met then asking me about my background.
When Steve had asked what I wanted to drink I remembered the orange juice that Charlie had got me in the pub and I decided to ask for an orange juice with some vodka in it. I remembered that the last one had made me feel good, not that I wasn’t before it, nor that I needed to feel good right then, I just thought that it might make the evening a little more interesting.
I don’t know how much vodka Steve asked for but it tasted stronger than the one that Charlie had bought me, but I still drank it.
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