Rachel Brommell, a pretty, young, red-headed, 26-year old who worked at the same company as my mother. My mother had introduced me to her a couple of times at family days, and I always found her to be stunningly beautiful.
Thinking quickly, I wished that no one would notice she was naked except her and me. Then I wished that she wouldn't have a problem with being naked, but still know that she was. This could be fun, I thought.
I continued to look at her, feeling my groin tightening. She was a total babe. Entering the corporate world had done nothing to keep her from maintaining her good looks. She had a buxom figure, with a tapered waist, rounded ass, and D cup tits. I was attracted to the neatly manicured line of red hair that covered her pussy. You gotta love a natural red-head.
She looked up to see me staring at her. She flashed me an open-mouthed smile that said, "Hey how've you been? Haven't seen you in a while." She bounded across the street, her breasts bouncing up and down. My pants were really feeling tight now.
"Hi, Joe, how've you been?" she asked.
I played the flattery game. "I'm good. I can't believe you would remember me, Rachel." In fact, I couldn't believe she remembered me.
"Oh, come on," she said, playfully knocking into me. "You're the only person I ever talk to at those horrible family days." That was true, I thought. They had them like 3 times a year at that company and, at 22, I was the only person ever there remotely in the same age group as her that didn't work there. "I gotta talk to someone I don't see everyday," she reasoned. Bingo.
"So, uh," nervousness creeped into my voice. "What's with the look?"
Without a trace of embarrassment in her voice, she said, "Oh, this. The nude look is in as far as I'm concerned. It doesn't seem to bother anyone either," she said smugly. "What do you think?" she asked, striking a centerfold pose.
"I think it's you?" I questioned. She laughed loud and hard.
"Oh you are so funny," she said.
I was curious to know something. "Why are you going nude though?" She stopped laughing and I got worried. Could she possibly have had a recollection of being clothed?
"You know," she said, her voice trying to find the answer, "I don't know. I thought I was clothed earlier--"
Uh-oh, I thought. Then I had a better thought. Why shouldn't I really test this ring's power? I wish she knew that I had made her naked but that she wouldn't be at all upset by it, she'd actually be flattered.
"--and I was clothed until you did this, you naughty boy!" she said, putting joking emphasis on "naughty." "I have to say I'm flattered you find me so attractive, Joe," she said.
"Oh my God, who wouldn't?" I reasoned.
Her face turned sad. "Well some people don't seem to anymore." An image of an boyfriend leaving her entered my mind.
"We'll take care of him later," I assured her.
"Could we?" she asked, not caring that I had assumed correctly.
"Sure," I said. But first, I thought, I wish you would take me to your place to have sex.
She grabbed me by the hand and said, "Let me show you how good I am in bed first." She giggled and led me down the street. In my mind I heard Beavis say, "Boi-yoi-yoi-yoi-yoi-yoing."