Erin stood there, completely naked from head to toe.
John didn't say much for a few minutes. Finally, he managed, "W---wow."
"Well," said Erin, "I know what you're thinking. 'She didn't tell me this on-line.' I... don't like to talk
about it. I think you can see why."
"What --- why ---" said John.
"Are you still interested in dinner? I'll explain everything if you want, but I'm getting hungry." said Erin.
"Are you crazy?" asked John, "At least put some clothes on!"
"Well, that's just it." said Erin, "I can't wear any kind of clothing. Are you still interested in joining me
for dinner? I'll tell you the whole story over our date, if you're still willing to give me a chance."
He looked at her. She looked very sad, not ready to break into tears, but sad like she had just lost a
boyfriend. Erin was a bombshell at 5'11" with 36 DD boobs. And it was obvious that she had shaved her pussy.
His last few dates had been disasters, with each girl more psycho than the next; even if Erin was naked, she
was more normal than they were. Might as well give her the benefit of the doubt.
He got up from the couch. "Alright. Let's do dinner, and you can tell me how this happened to you."