Born to be Naked Ch. 02

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Disclaimer: All characters in this story are imaginary and fictitious. There are no minor/underage characters involved in any kind of sexual activity or sexual relationship in this story.

Note from the author: I wasn’t sure if I would continue to develop “Born to be Naked”. But the response from the readers encouraged me to keep going. Thank you for all the encouragement. Cheers!

Chapter 1

It had been more than four years since the grand opening of Jasmine and Neha’s sprawling casino. In the last few years, following Jasmine’s initial call to Becky regarding the reality TV show, her life had been completely upended. She had scarcely taken a day off. Jasmine and Neha’s wedding had been a lavish event, sparing no expense, but amidst their numerous upcoming projects, they had postponed their honeymoon indefinitely. Any non-business related matters were consistently relegated to the “later” pile.

After their nudist city, Jashn, was well-established, and they had a reliable team managing their operations, Jasmine and Neha decided to broaden their business horizons. Their initial focus was on Southeast Asia. The demands of constant travel became so intense that they had temporarily moved to Singapore.

Both of them often pondered the idea of returning home, where they had plans to build their dream house, spend time with family and eventually start their own family. However, the exact timing of this move remained uncertain.

It was nearing midnight, somewhere in the skies south of Bali, Indonesia, above the vast expanse of the Indian Ocean. Earlier that day, their company’s first cruise ship sailed, following the acquisition of a private cruise company. Jasmine and Neha had poured months of tireless effort into this acquisition. They made it a point to personally step aboard the inaugural ship for at least a few hours before a helicopter would whisk them back to Singapore.

To maximize their time aboard the ship, they immersed themselves in a non-stop party that began in the afternoon. Just before midnight, they slipped away and found themselves lounging on a private deck, each with a flute glass brimming with champagne.

“Five years ago, would you have believed it if someone had told you this would be your future?” Neha asked, gazing up at the dark sky, which was adorned with countless stars.

“Not in my wildest dream,” Jasmine responded.

“When I first met you, I was supposed to be working my ass off to be a successful doctor. Instead, I fell in love with you and now medical practice is the last thing on my mind.”

“I don’t know how you even fell for the free-spirited, naked girl I was back then. Most people might have considered me prudish, to put it mildly,” Jasmine replied with a chuckle, reminiscing about their early days together.

“I think you being naked played a big part in it,” Neha said, poking Jasmine.

“Would you fall in love with me if you had met me today?” Jasmine asked, curiosity dancing in her eyes.

“Definitely, you are crazy rich now,” Neha said, laughing. “Jokes apart, I love you for who you are, sweetie. You being naked back then just helped your case.”

“I miss those days,” Jasmine admitted, her gaze momentarily fixed on the ultra-expensive designer gowns they were wearing, a stark contrast to their early, carefree days. “You know I could not even tolerate wearing clothes but I guess we adapt. Old Jasmine would have stripped at once and enjoyed this beautiful weather.”

“Well, Miss, we must abide by the laws of different countries; don’t go getting any foolish ideas now. This isn’t our country or town. But yes, I do miss everything about the old times too,” Neha responded, her gaze still fixed on the stars above, her voice tinged with nostalgia and a hint of caution.

“Honestly, I am tired,” Jasmine said, extending her hand to Neha, this was the first time in several weeks they were really having a conversation not related to their work.

“I hear you, darling. Let’s slow down. Let’s take a pause,” whispered Neha, holding her hand.

“I don’t think that is even possible,” there was a hint of sadness in Jasmine’s tone.

“Why not? I guess I have to remind you of what you are capable of. Here’s an idea: let’s go back home for a while. Work is never going to stop, and we’ll never have free time unless we steal it. We pay our management an obscene sum of money; let them run the show for us,” Jasmine suggested.

“You are crazy, we cannot just leave everything behind and go. Don’t make me open my phone to show you our schedule.”

“I am not saying it is easy, and I am not suggesting that we run away. Why don’t we take baby steps and just take a small vacation? We can even work if required.”

“I like the sound of it. You need to do it before I change my mind or we get caught up in the middle of another deal,” Jasmine said.

“Let’s fly home tomorrow. We can give your parents a surprise. Let’s spend time in our abode and reinvent ourselves. And yes, we can shed these crappy clothes as soon as we board our jet,” Neha suggested with a playful smile, already anticipating the freedom of being back home.

Jasmine seyhan escort was quiet for a moment. “That sounds too good to be true.”

“Leave it to me!”

A couple of days later, Jasmine and Neha rolled down the windows to take in the crisp morning air of their hometown. They had flown in the night before and stealthily entered their penthouse which was readied to welcome them. Now, they were on their way to surprise Jasmine’s parents. And they were naked except for their cheap flip flops. It was such a relief!

As their car came to a stop in front of the huge gates of her childhood home, Jasmine felt a rush of emotions. She had been away for too long. The guard, realizing it was Jasmine in the car, promptly rushed to open the gates. Once inside, Jasmine requested the driver to wait when she saw the guard running to catch up to their car.

“Salam, memsahib, it’s been a long time. When did you come back?” he asked, exhausted from his short sprint. His face was genuinely lit up with happiness at seeing her.

“Last night. How are you doing, Dipak?”

“I am very good, madam.”

“You are changed. You are not shy anymore to look at me!”

“There are naked people everywhere in the town. I am now used to seeing naked women. Back then it was only you and I felt very awkward, sorry.”

“That’s awesome!” Neha said, her voice tinged with sarcasm that Dipak didn’t understand.

“Hello, Neha madam, yes, it is indeed great. I had never thought I would see you naked, too. You look great, madam.”

“Remember, I had told you that he was creepy?” Neha said once their car moved forward.

“Sweetheart, you are a bomb, if a man tells you he doesn’t want to see you naked, he is either lying or gay. At least this guy is honest about it.” Jasmine rubbed Neha’s inner thighs and then moved her two fingers slowly up and down on the slit of her vagina, without penetrating.

“Stop it,” Neha said laughing with a playful slap on her arm, “the memories of sneaking out here and devouring each other are already making me too horny.”

Still, leaning over, she kissed Jasmine full on the lips before the car reached in front of the house.

Jasmine’s mom opened the door, clad in her usual baggy-style slacks and a flower-printed long blouse. “Look what the cat dragged in!” she shouted in excitement, warmly embracing both of them and then kissing their foreheads. “I missed you both so much,” her voice was getting emotional.

Jasmine’s dad, Andrew, hurried out of the study. He seemed to be heading out for official work, based on the dark suit he was wearing.

“Oh, my darlings, what a pleasant surprise!” he exclaimed, pulling both the naked girls at once into a tight bear hug. The girls seemed frail and tiny against his large frame.

In her father’s embrace, Jasmine felt just right. She realized how much she had missed that feeling. She couldn’t name it, but it always felt like being a child scooped up by a protective father when he hugged her. The familiar smell of his aftershave and cologne made her feel at home.

“Did James ask you to join us today? Is that why you guys traveled all the way?” Andrew asked.

“No, what is it today?” Jasmine tried to remember if she forgot about any birthday or anniversary. She never missed any of those and always called them.

“Your father is finally retiring, and today is his farewell party at the city hall,” Rosie filled them in. “Give me a few minutes; I need to get changed.” With that, Rosie went upstairs.

“It’s absolutely alright if you want to pass,” Andrew said as he realized it took the girls by surprise.

“I want to go,” Neha said.

“Me too. Is there a dress code for the event? We will have to go and fetch them, if so.”

“When did you start caring about dress codes?” Andrew asked.

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean by you don’t know?” there was a concern and worry in Andrew’s voice.

She could never hide anything from him.

“It’s nothing, Dad. You are making a big deal out of it.”

Jasmine quickly averted the subject by asking about farewell. As they were chatting, Rosie came back down ready to go.

“Let’s go now, but we need to talk later,” Andrew said looking at Jasmine and Neha.

“Sure, Dad, looking forward to it.”

As they stepped out, an SUV awaited them. The tinted windows concealed the driver, almost making them invisible. As they approached, the door on the other side swung open, and a young naked girl hurried out. She sprinted around the car, swiftly opened the doors, and held the rear seat door open for Jasmine.

“This young lady is Madhu. One fine morning, she showed up here, completely naked, asking for a job. And to my surprise, she chose the chauffeur’s job out of all the opportunities we offered. With James not being around much lately to drive us around, we hired her. We are very glad you came here Madhu, Rosie and I could use some cheerfulness,” Andrew said, tapping Madhu on her shoulder.

Though Madhu was naked, she was impeccably “dressed” for her job, sporting a white captain’s hat and green aviator Ray-Ban sunglasses that concealed side escort her eyes. White gloves covered her hands, and an Apple watch on her wrist added a modern touch to her ensemble. A pair of ankle-length, shiny black shoes completed her professional uniform, giving her a polished and sophisticated appearance, even without clothes.

Madhu was slightly taller than Jasmine, with a face that seemed to wear a permanent smile. Dimples on her cheeks, gave her a perpetually happy and bubbly appearance. She was lean but her curves were very well defined. Her boobs, which were definitely on the larger side, Jasmine estimated to be 34D. She sported a tattoo of two crossed race car checkered flags under her right breast, hinting at her passion for cars. However, the first thing everybody noticed when she came around hustling was the jiggle in her beautiful breasts though they all pretended not to see anything.

“Good morning, Madam,” Madhu greeted Jasmine respectfully.

In the last few years, Jasmine had stopped insisting that people not call her “madam.” There seemed to be no point, as most people wouldn’t stop. “Good morning, Madhu. Glad to meet you,” Jasmine responded as she was about to get into the car.

“I am a big fan of yours, madam. I am starstruck at the moment,” Madhu kept looking at Jasmine, admiringly. She seemed to be struggling to contain her excitement. Her hands were stretched and crossed over her crotch pushing her boobs together. She looked absolutely adorable.

Jasmine paused as she was about to climb in. “That’s very nice of you to say, but trust me, dear, I am just a naked girl like yourself.”

“Can I hug you, only one time, please?” She was definitely nervous asking that. Jasmine was taken aback with that request.

“Sure,” Jasmine said and opened her arms. Madhu didn’t waste a second waiting. Jasmine immediately felt her cool skin and the softness of her big boobs against her body. Jasmine let Madhu have her moment. She had probably waited for this and played this scene in her mind several times.

As they were still hugging, Jasmine’s brother, James, appeared seemingly out of nowhere behind them. He was dressed formally, just like Andrew, although he didn’t have his tuxedo on, just the vest. Everyone saw him except Jasmine. He gestured to them to be quiet with a finger on his lips.

When Madhu let go of Jasmine, James reached from behind, covering her eyes with his hands. Jasmine knew it had to be James, but she played along, calling out random names Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, and Hrithik Roshan. They had played this game all their lives.

When he didn’t let go, she tried to peel his hands away. James dropped his hands to her bare midriff, and started tickling her all around her flat stomach. Jasmine was very ticklish, and she had endured merciless tickling all her life from her sibling and cousins. She couldn’t stop giggling. She jumped forward trying to get out of his grip but he easily caught her by her waist. To tighten his grip on her, he pulled her back until her body was pressed against him. She didn’t really have any wiggle room left. She could surrender and end the tickle torture at once but she was a fighter who never gave up.

“Your watch…it’s poking me, ouch, your watch is poking me,” she yelped.

James fell for it and released her but the moment she was free, she turned around and jumped on him, laughing hysterically. She put her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his hips. At 6’3″ and muscular build, he didn’t even budge. His hands instinctively went around her hips to protect her from falling.

Jasmine wasn’t planning on playing nice. She intended to avenge the torture she had endured. She knew his weak points very well and went straight for his head, messing up his neatly set hair. It was now James’ turn to struggle, and there really wasn’t much he could do other than moving his head around. The rules they had agreed upon years ago didn’t allow him to tickle her after she rescued herself. And with her legs strongly holding her in place, she freely moved her upper body to reach for his hair, as much as he tried to avoid. He also tried to peel off her thighs but she was glued to him.

James’ efforts to save his hairstyle were fruitless. She was no match to his physical strength but she was agile with the reflexes of a cat. He stopped struggling, letting her have it her way. When she realized he wasn’t fighting back, she ceased tousling his hair. She kissed him on his cheeks but that didn’t light up his grumpy face.

With a playful grin, she made a lighthearted effort to put his hair back in order. “It’s okay, bro. Let me fix your hair again,” she said, adopting the soothing tone typically used to calm a child.

Since James was no longer holding her at her waist, and all the struggle that she went through, she started slipping down. She tried to hang by his neck to stay in her position. James was watching her struggle, now with a smirk on his face, almost sure that she would have to touch the ground any moment to avoid falling on her butt. Unable to hang on any longer, Jasmine looked up at him with her best siirt escort puppy eyes. She knew it always worked. James shook his head side to side, slid his hands under her naked butt, and lifted her up. It seemed so effortless, as if she weighed nothing.

They were no longer engaged in a fight. She knew he could effortlessly carry her weight. There were countless times he had carried her when she was exhausted and had refused to walk. No longer concerned about the falling down, her muscles loosened. She took a deep breath, her soft, creamy-white boobs rising and falling with her chest movement. Weary, her upper body collapsed in his chest. Resting her head on his shoulder, she closed her eyes. James gently patted her head, while effortlessly supporting her weight with one hand still under her butt.

“I missed you a lot, bro,” Jasmine said, her voice almost inaudible, filled with genuine warmth and affection.

“I missed you even more, sis,” James replied, his affectionate tone mirroring hers. “But now get off me, I need to get back to work.”

“You two look so adorable. How about a quick picture?” Neha suggested and clicked a few pictures of James and his naked sister clinging to him. Both of them radiated happiness in those moments captured on camera.

Once Neha was done with her short photo session, Jasmine once more hugged him tight with all her strength and then slowly slid down, releasing him.

“Mom texted me that you were here. I couldn’t wait to see you,” James said, squeezing her shoulders. Then he hugged Neha. “I missed you, too.”

“Definitely not as much as you missed your sister though or you would lift me up?” Neha said, teasing James.

“I didn’t lift her up, she jumped on me. She is always clingy, you know, like little monkeys.”

“Hey!” Jasmine protested.

“I will see you all at the event,” James said, then quickly ran to his car parked right behind theirs. The silence of his electric SUV explained why they hadn’t heard him approach.

Madhu was still holding the door open for them, her gaze lingering on James. Jasmine snapped her fingers a couple of times to bring her back to reality so they could finally leave.

The entrance of the city hall was decorated with a grand arch covered in flowers, and numerous banners that expressed gratitude for Andrew’s long service. Madhu dropped them off at the gate before speeding away.

Neha and Jasmine followed Mr. and Mrs. D’Souza into what was a totally unknown territory for them. Jasmine had never been inside those city buildings. They were greeted by several folks as they headed towards the auditorium. It was clear that Jasmine and Neha were receiving a lot more attention than the guest of honor.

“This way, Sir,” a city official guided Andrew’s family to the place reserved for them in the front row. The auditorium was packed.

“Did you notice anything?” Jasmine whispered to Neha.

“Yeah, nobody else is naked. That’s a surprise.”

“What’s going on? Let me ask Dad,” Jasmine said. She was sitting between Neha and Andrew.

“Why is there no one else naked?” Jasmine asked her father.

“There was a dress code. To wear clothes,” her father said with a smirk on his face.

At first, Jasmine was surprised, her eyes widening and her mouth opening. As it sank in, anger replaced the surprise. She folded her arms under her breasts, her eyes narrowing as she stared at him, and her eyebrows drew together. Neha had leaned over Jasmine to hear the conversation, and she had a somewhat similar response. However, she immediately covered her breast with hands crossed over her shoulders and tightly crossed her legs as if that was enough to cover her modesty.

Jasmine patted Neha’s thigh, “We will kill him once he retires.”

Behind her disguise of fake anger though Jasmine was thrilled.

The lights of the auditorium dimmed, and the flood lights lit up the stage. Curtains opened to reveal a few chairs and a podium in the right corner. A tall guy wearing a blazer and jeans and a beautiful young lady in a long purple gown appeared from the side, each holding microphones. They introduced themselves as the hosts of the event.

They provided a brief overview of the agenda for next few hours, followed by an invitation for Mr. Andrew and his family to join them on the stage.

When Neha realized she was also called upon to join others on the stage, she froze. Yes, she had adapted to a nudist lifestyle and was comfortable being nude in a public setting. But in all those places, usually many people were naked too. This was just not the same. Here she would be one of the only two naked girls in front of hundreds of people. Jasmine was a different animal, she had been naked in the textile world all her life.

Andrew, Rosie and James were already halfway toward the stage. Jasmine felt butterflies in her stomach though it was her excitement and not anxiety. Although Neha had mustered the courage to stand up, following in her family’s footsteps proved to be more challenging than she anticipated. Both naked girls were momentarily stalled. Realizing that the girls were not behind them, Andrew went back. He stood between them and offered his arms. Jasmine took her father’s arm and whispered something to her mother. Rosie gently held Neha’s hand and they sat down. Neha felt a gush of relief, once again Jasmine had come right in time to rescue her.

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