Sandra's Early Adventures in Strip Land - The Early Years

I have been pestered for a while to write an account of my early years in nursing or more accurately being stripped. My father wrote an account of these so I want to start a little further back.

When I was eight one night before Christmas my mum was going out with aunty Kath and the girls from work. As usual on these nights we got to stay up later than normal and have a treat we where not normally allowed. Dad was in charge. He put us both to bed but I could not sleep waiting to hear mum coming home. I heard the sound of the coach at the end of our road and rose from bed to look out of the window. The bus fell silent then I heard the sound of two woman in heels running down the road. Well I could not believe my eight year old eyes as my mum and Kath came into view. I really mean that. I thought I was dreaming put realised I was not. The story of the king and his new clothes popped into my head I remember that but quite why I could not say then or now. Mum and Kath where completely naked accept for heels and self-support stockings in aunty Kath’s case and stockings and suspender belt in mum’s. The sheer black nylon and black leather shoes with their uncovered black thick bushes stood out in the ghostly white street lighting. Mum pounded at the door and I heard dad switch on his bedroom light. I darted back to bed and pulled the covers over myself. The room light beamed out into the landing then the landing light stitched on. Dad descended the stairs saying "Coming, coming. Hold your horses”.

I sat up to listen. “Bloody hell!” Dad said as he opened the door and saw the sight. I could hear mum and Kath entering mum saying, “George don’t look Kath’s naked”. and Kath saying, “I think he can see that”. “Get us a robe or something and shut the door”. I heard Dad coming back up the stairs. Mum must have went in the room and switched on the light.

‘Dam the curtains are open” she said. Dad, went into their bedroom and I was dying to look but knew I would be caught. At that I heard aunt Kath say. “I need the loo” and start up the stairs. Mum shouted up, “George stay there Kath’s coming up”. I then saw Kath walk naked past the door jam (hinged side). Mum then followed her up and I saw her naked passing by the door too. He went and got the robe’s and took one to Kath.

I told Katelynn what I saw the next day and she didn’t believe me. It was not until I was about to start as a cadet that mum one day told me about initiations. When she finished I said. “Was that what you and aunt Kath where doing that night you came home naked” her face was a picture.

Our household was very lax about nudity. I often saw mum and dad around naked and they me. Even when I developed I didn’t mind being seen. I didn’t go out of my way to be seen but wasn’t all hung up if I was.

When I was twelve I was at guides camp. We where all tucked up in sleeping bags one night talking about boys. How far we’d gone with them and how far they had gone with us. Quite innocent stuff like holding hands, kisses on the cheek and that sort of thing. A few of the older girls talked about boys touching them in places but I was sure that sort of thing didn’t happen and I wasn’t ever going to let any boy with dirty hands touch me in such places. I get my clean clothes dirty. Ah, the innocent of youth. I’d had the birds and bees from mum and dad and various family friends but it was still just birds and bees. Sex was what mummies and daddies did to make me and my sister. One girl asked if anyone had seen a boys wily. I said I had. Not a brother or father but another boys wily she said. I said I’d seen the boy’s down the roads wily when we’d played in his garden in the pool. The girls then quizzed me on if he’d seen me. Of course I said there was nothing wrong with being naked. They laughed and said that I wouldn’t these days referring to my early developments. I said there was nothing wrong with being seen naked. You’d not go naked outside any more let alone let a boy see you naked. I protested I would there was nothing too it. Okay one of the girls said bet you wouldn’t run naked around the tent. Well before she or anyone else could say anything else I got out of my sleeping bag stripped off my top and bottoms and went to open the tent. “God she’s naked” one said. ‘she’s not going to” ‘she wouldn’t”” but I would. It was the first time that I streaked.

Well the next day it was soon around the camp. One of the guide mistresses took me aside on the pretence of helping with some chores and tactfully enquired if I’d been forced. I assured her I had not. She explained that there was nothing wrong with nudity. That there was all sorts of nudity or altogether-ness has she called it. She muffled and mumbled her way around the birds and the bees and I sat her down and explained sex to her. I think she got a bit more than she bargain for. Why do adults always assume we kids know nothing about IT!

Towards the end of the week camping we always had a party. It was custom for the girls to do jobs for the mistresses for pay to fill their party coffers and be able to go and buy all the stuff we weren’t allowed the rest of the week. Well one of the other girls said she pay us a pound if I’d sure her my streak. Well it soon got around and offers where being made to fill our party coffers with various amounts for my action replay. I was egger to please since I was thinking of all the goodies we’d have. I said I was only going to do it for the girls that paid. Girls offered different amounts. In the end I agreed to do it and for everyone to watch. The girl who proposed the dare said that if I ran around just my tent they’d see nothing and they couldn’t get out to watch because this might draw attention to it by the leaders. It was

agreed that I’d run the length of the field down to the fence. All sorts if suggested had been made and I said I’d run around the whole field it just wasn’t a big deal to me.

Well the appointed hour came and I striped off. I poked my head out of the tent then pushed my naked body through. I could see all the heads peering out from the other tents. I took to my heels and ran down the hill to the fence. Being very small and not being much taller now it seemed a mile away. When I told my first boyfriend this story he would often ask me to point out objects in the distance to gauge how far. He and subsequent others have all estimated about just over a football field. I ran all the way to the fence but was no distance back when I had to stop for being out of breath. I had to slowly walk very naked back to my tent with about thirty girls all watching me. It was a thrill. Yet still I was very shy dressing and undressing in front of them for swimming or showers. I’m still the same. I’m not bothered by being nude but don’t go out of my way to be nude. But I do love a good streak!

It was a regular thing after that for me to streak. The first time that boy’s where present was when I was 16 and just started nursing. I’d had my first initiation and was being teased by a group of friends about what they had done to me. My friends from guides then laid in with tales of my streaking! Well soon the others present wanted proof of my daring nature. We where sat in the shelter at the local park. I agreed to run around it but the lads had to remain seated on the bench. I went with the girls to the rear of the shelter where they was a opposite side bench. I stripped out of my clothes very nerves but excited. In my mind the boys weren’t going to she me naked or sexually I was just going to streak. The cheers I got as I ran by in a flash in front of them was just great.

Sandra's Early Adventures in Strip Land - A 18/30 Holiday

Tale One

On another occasion my wife was on holiday with the girls. Shortly after my eldest daughters divorce. The rule was no talking about men. The penalty was having to run naked around the pool. Well by the end of the week all of club 18 - 30 had seen all of them in the altogether.

Tale Two

The first time Beth went away with Kath, and M they where cursing the bars of Ibiza, their term, not mine. In this particular bar they where trying to get a round of drinks but were short of the readies, the bar man said if they gave him a quick flash he’d let them off. No big deal they just whipped down their tops and collected a drink.

The next night there are in this other bar and they see the barman from the night before. They ask him what he’s doing here and he says that he owns a few bars along the strip. They get chatting to him and he invites them out to one of his club/pubs the next night. When they arrive he isn’t there, the girls say that he’d agreed to meet them but no one knew where he was. So they ordered a round of drinks. The barman looks puzzled, then the girls look puzzled, then the barman explains that the standard payment around here is a flash of the breasts. Not being drunk the girl’s weren’t in a mood to oblige so left. They went down the road to another bar and slowly got smashed. Kath got a bit drunk and got cross with the guy for not being at the bar so said they should go back and confront him. They walked back up the hill to the other bar and the owner was there with another group of women. Kath laid into him and he apologised and offered them drinks. After a few rounds the owner disappeared. My wife had noticed by now that they seemed to be the only women in an all male bar. They decided to go but found there way blocked by the bouncers. The bouncers demanded they pay for their drinks. They explained that the owner said they where on him. The bouncers weren’t having any of it. It was turning a bit ugly when the barman said that for a full flash they’d let them off.

The girls didn’t know what this meant but they soon found out as each in turn had to flash their boobs, then their pubic patch then their bare butt.

Tale Three

On another holiday they where in a bar and the bar man announced that it was karaoke night. There was a prize for the best singer(s). The girls all entered individually and in pairs along with various other groups of women. It ends up being a final contest between them and a group from Liverpool. They won. The girls from Liverpool told them about this other bar that had a karaoke contest. The prise was a sizable amount of money.

The girls went along on the night and found that the competitors all seemed to be groups of women. The first group got up on stage whipped their breasts” out and began to sing. The girls being great sports when it was their turn they too got up on stage and whipped out their assets and proved to be more than a match for the younger girls.

Tale Four

One particular holiday memory happen about 3 years ago now. They all decided to go on a club 18 “ 30 holiday. Not sure if it was a club 18 “ 30 actually or one of those look alike companies. Any way the reason for going was that my granddaughter than just about to be 17 wanted to go with her friends who where older than her but couldn’t because of some rule. So my wife, our two daughters, Kath, M and Emma all went.

There were various high jinxes but the one that I just thought was great was this one.

One night they”re all a bit drunk. They got to playing truth or dare. Eventually somehow the dare bit got to be about them all doing the same dare to see who would chicken out.

The dare was quite simple they had to leave the hotel room and walk/run down the hall to the stairs, about say 30 feet from the door. Of course they had to do it in just one piece of clothing. Well to decided on this pieces of paper where put into a bowl. They each wrote on it one item of clothing.

Kath drew first. She drew knickers. So she strips topless goes to the door of the room open its pokes her head out then runs down to the stairwell and back.

Next my eldest daughter draws out a piece of paper and gets bikini top. So she strips off and gets a bikini top from her room puts it on and goes to the door. Head out all quiet so off she goes covering her pubes as she went.

Next up is Emma. Emma was the student nurse treated mercilessly by M. She draws towel of group’s choice. They choose a hand towel. She draped it down the front of her body so that it covered breasts and pubic area. She did the walk and returned.

Next was my granddaughter. She drew out a piece of paper it said bikini bottoms. She said she’d have to go to her room to get them. The girls dared her to come back wearing just them and do her walk. Her room was two rooms down. She disappeared and sure enough came back in just bottoms but carrying a t-shirt for afterwards. She did her run and M was next.

M drew bra. So she strips down naked since she hadn’t a bra on. Then rummages in her case for one. She pokes her head out and then walks down the corridor. As she was turning back the sound of a group of rowdy lads fills the stairwell from below so M high tails it back.

The lads come up to their floor and go into one of the rooms opposite. There was a debate about continuing or not. It was decided to continue since the lads seemed to have gone quiet and gone to bed.

Next up is my wife. She draws a piece of paper and everyone looks. Her face drops. “Oh very funny. A birthday suit isn’t an item of clothing”, they all laugh but being a sport my wife strips off and goes to the door. She very carefully opens it and sticks her head out. No sign or sound of the lads. She opens the door fully and just stands there naked in the doorway getting up courage and making sure. She then quickly runs down the hall turns and begins to run back. There’s a sound of a door being opened and the sound of male voices. She takes to her heels and arrives back at her door just as the lads fully open their door and appear in the hall. They all hoot, “MOONY”. My wife darts in slamming

the door behind her.

The lads continue laughing and jeering in the corridor. Eventually they knock on the door and Kath open its. They are a good hummed bunch and banter starts between them. Eventually the girls get rid of them.

Next day at the poolside the lads make a beeline for the girls who with hangovers are sunbathing. The lads are great company and everyone gets on well. My grand daughter gets into a friendly argument over female superiority and some comments are made about male masculinity. It ends up that the guys challenge the girls to a swimming race. Kath had to ask what the prize was.

The lads thought for a minute and side you have to do a streak of our choice to night if you lose.

I won’t bore you with the race but the girls lost.

Anyway the girls had been out drinking that night and got back to the hotel about midnight. They decided that they’d go straight to bed. Has they where walking down the hall to their rooms the lads appeared from their room and asked if they where ready to pay up. The girls said they where.

They went into the lad’s room and they told them the rules. First they asked if they all had black high heels of some description, which they all did. The girls complained that this wasn’t fair they’d earlier agreed that each could wear one item of clothing. The lads said that they where keeping to the earlier agreement and produced little gift bags saying they bought them all too things to wear. But they couldn’t open them until they where back in their room. The lads said for them to call them when they where ready and that the girls had to be lined up along the wall with the mirror on. This ran from the door to the patio doors, which led out to the balcony. They must not all cover. This was a concession. The exact details are below.

The girls go to their room and open their gifts. Seeing the items they new they’d been had but being great sports went along with it. They all stood in a line along the wall in black-heeled sandals or shoes. Wearing their gifts. Kath rang the lads as my youngest daughter opens the room door; this was part of the deal the room door had to be open for the lads. The lads appear and where very impressed with seven naked women just dressed in heels and black sexy self-supports.

Keeping with the terms, my grand daughter had covered her breasts and patch as best she could. My two daughters had their breasts on show. Whilst M, and Kath, where stood with breasts and pubes on show. Emma was covering her breasts. My wife by special request was stood hands on head but facing the wall derriere on show.

The lads now explained the rest of the streak forfeit. I think originally they’d wanted them to do the Villa streak. But that would have been impossible. So they’d come up with a very simple yet interesting streak. In a cup was seven pieces of paper. Three had the word short on, three had the word long on, and one the word cross on. They would each draw a piece of paper. Then the girls asked what the long, short, and cross meant the lads explained. Imaging a crucifix three would be running the long length, three the short length and one person both lengths. The lads said once they had drawn they’d explain the exact details of routes.

Well my poor youngest daughter drew cross, my wife, granddaughter, and M got long, and that left my eldest daughter, Kath, and Emma with short.

The lads said that the shorts and longs couldn’t see each other’s streak. But that my youngest daughter who had to do both would ensure that both groups complied. They shorts would go firsts. But first the longs had to go to the room of another lad. This meant them walking naked down the hall a few feet. The longs soon found themselves in another lad’s room sitting on the bed trying best they could to conceal what they could.

The shorts” where then instructed to follow the lads from the girls” room but not before the lads opened the patio doors. The girls where taken into the lads room and out onto their patio. They’d been instructed to stand with their backs to the road with hands on head. The lads could now clearly see the four of them completely naked.

They where now instructed that one at a time they had to walk from the lads patio to their own, hands on head and when they got their to stand facing the pool. So their bottoms would be illuminated.

Well my youngest daughter went first. She walked with quite a pace to the door then stopped before poking her head out into the corridor. Once she was sure it was safe she stepped out into the corridor and did a twirl as she had been instructed. Then crossed the hall into her own room then walked to the patio and stood their facing the pool. The dim

white lights casting a ghostly hue on her naked body.

Next up was Emma, then Kath then my eldest daughter.

Once they were all on their own patio the lads said that the next part of the forfeit was to run back to the lads patio, all together. So, they did but with a catch. Before my youngest daughters ran out onto the patio the lads locked their patio door with the other three outside. The lads said that would contain them while they did the longs.

My youngest daughter was told now to go to her room and stand along the coridor wall. The lads went for the other three who return shortly. My youngest daughter had to confirm that they had all done the short leg.

The lads now explained the long leg to the women. They looked concern but where determined to meet their side of the deal.

The women would be taken one at a time to do their streak. They would then be placed in the other lads” room. First up was M. She was taken out of the room into the hall. She had to stand in the centre of the hall she was allowed to cover. She then had to walk down to the far end of the hall, turn around and walk back, then walk on past her start point to the other end of the hall. She was then put in the other lads” room on their balcony. This allowed her to communicate with the other three girls.

Next up was my eldest daughter. She was taken into the hall and had to sit down in the hall. She then had to stand walk down to the farthest away end and then sit down. She was then signalled to stand and walk back up the hall to the opposite end where she had to sit before being instructed to stand and walk back.

Next was my wife. She had to lay face down, then walk to the long end before lying down then standing and walking back past the start point to the other end where she laid down again. She unlike my eldest daughter and M was not allowed to cover.

Next up was my youngest daughter. She had to first stand, then sit, then lay down. She then had to walk down to the farthest end and stand, sit then lie down. This was repeated at the start point, then the other end then the start point again.

She was taken to the girls room and the others where brought from their time being locked out on the balconies.

I said I’d write about the other adventure with these lads. They all became friends and spent a few nights and days out together. One very hot day the girls where sunbathing. They asked the boys to go and buy them an ice cream. The boys ribbed them a bit about not going. They went for the ice creams but then teased them with them when They’d returned. They asked what it was worth to get the ice creams. The girls tried to avoid offering anything, then snatching them, but eventually, all with twinkles in their eyes I bet agreed to another streak/forfeit.

That night walking back from a club the guys approached them and said it was time to pay up. All the girls had to do was go skinny-dipping while the guys watched. The girls said they weren’t stupid enough to leave them in charge of their clothes. Fearing a fair walk home to hotel naked.

The girls eventually agreed to skinny-dip in two groups. The boys said that they wanted two groups of four so somebody had to do it twice. They got to pick and picked my wife. Even at 56 as she was then youngsters always seemed to like her. The next surprise was that they wanted the groups to do it on different nights.

The girls said they where going home the next day which was true but not until the early hours of the next day if you follow. It was decided that the other group would do it before they left.

The first group to go would be my wife, two daughters and granddaughter. The others where sent back to the hotel. Once the boys where sure they where gone they told the girls to strip, run into the sea, and count at least 50 before running out.

The girls stripped quickly in the half hazy moonlight but enough with the lights from the shore to be seen close too by the guys.

They were all wearing dresses with panties, and in the case of my wife and eldest daughter bras. They ran in count 50, in quite warm water that surprised them than ran out. The lads were all stood cheering the girls on but the girls noticed that something was missing, their clothes.

The lads said not to worry they just wanted them to dry off first by doing a small task. The girls had to stand up straight hands behind head for the lads to walk around them having a good look in the half-light. The lads gave the girls their clothes back and they went back to the hotel.

Next evening my wife, Emma, M, and Kath meet the boys at the pre-arranged time. They were due to catch the bus to the airport in an hour or so. The boys led the girls to a more secluded spot than the night before because there was a party going on down the beach. My wife had told the girls about the disappearing clothes.

They stripped off and quickly ran into the water counted 50 and returned. Sure enough the clothes where gone. My wife quickly assumed the position like the previous night to get it over with. Like wise Kath, Emma, and M.

The boys asked how desperate they were to get their clothes back and catch the bus. Perhaps desperate enough to do some exercises. The girls all refused and demanded their clothes back. But they really didn’t have a choice. They did some push ups, and then some sit ups, some leg spreads, and star jumps. After about ten minutes and having shown absolutely everything, and I hasten to add giggling like hell, the guy gave them their clothes back.

Sandra's Early Adventures in Strip Land - Short Break

I thought I'd have a stab at writing up one of our shorter incidents. When I was 30 mum and Margaret decided to throw me a birthday bash. Now I know dad told you all about Margaret's work place adventures. Mum had threaten my sister and I with the packing shed so we stayed well away from Margaret's near birthdays.

We all went off to a nice country hotel. The first night nothing interesting happened, far to tired.

Second night we partied hard at the disco until well after mid-night. We eventually made our way up to our bedrooms. Mum, and aunty where in one room, Kath and Margaret in another, myself, my sister, and Emma in another.

The first I knew of anything was the coldness of the air touching my body. I woke up to find my nightdress already being removed efficiently and far to late to stop it. They each grabbed a corner of my body which woke me up fully. I knew they planned to remove me from the room.

Word of advice, when naked and about to be deposited in hotel corridor don't scream the place down.

Thankfully the couples saw the funny-side of me banging on the room door.

I however did not see the funny-side of half of the hotel seeing my nude-side and bottom.

Sandra's Adventures in Strip Land - The First Christmas with Robin by George

This is the last Nursing in the Family Story told by George but sees the introduction of Sandra to Robin and the adventures which follow on from that. I have placed it has the introduction to this series of stories. George had swapped family relations around to help to ensure that he and his family could not be identified. I have swapped the relationships back the right way so that it reads right to the rest of the tales.


I have a new tale from my family. This Christmas for a change my wife and I decided to go away. My youngest daughter was invited to spend Christmas with her daughter at her new house that she shares with two university friends. My eldest daughter, the one that gets right up other people’s noses got herself invited as well.

Everything went fine. On the Saturday night my granddaughter and her friends took my two daughters, (mum and aunt) out on the town. They got very drunk. On another occasion my daughters had visited my granddaughter when she was in the halls of residence and had went out with her and her friends. By all accounts there was some ‘harmless’ flashing of body parts. Anyway on this occasion the girls met up with their boyfriends. Well in actuality the boyfriends of my granddaughters two friends and their friend who is sweet on my granddaughter but quote, “I’m waiting for a real man not one of these boys” unquote.

They have a great evening and end up back at my granddaughter’s new house, more drinking takes place. An argument starts over some football trivia question, which goes unresolved. One of the lads says to settle it, since they couldn’t fine the answer on the Internet to the question, they should ‘toss’ for it. The girl leading the argument says that was just stupid, might as well play cards or something. Well you guest it, it wasn’t long before the stakes are raised and they are settling down to play a strip game. My youngest daughter needed just a little encouragement to play since she by now was quite drunk.

The rules of the game were simple due no doubt to their state. Each player would be dealt a card. The player to the left of the dealer would look at their card and decided whether to keep it or pass it to the player on their left, swapping cards. If the person had a jack they turned it over immediately and this stopped the person to their left passing on the low card. However the jack holder could agree to take the low card. This was a very good rule as it turned out in the second game. The dealer would receive the swap last and could exchange it for a card from the deck. The player with the lowest card lost. If the dealer lost they did not have to remove an item of clothing but had to pass the deal to the player to their right. It was decided that if their where two low cards that both players removed an item, and that if the dealer held the high card they could instruct the loser what item to take off, and that if there where two high cards the loser(s) had to remove two items. The game stakes where further increased by the rule that said each member of the team had to continue to play even when stripped, and in place of losing items of clothing had to perform ‘tricks’. The holder of the highest card of the opposite sex would decide the trick to be performed. The girls wanted it that they could share out their loses. The boy’s weren’t to keen on this but agreed that the girls could substitute another member of their team to remove an item on three occasions. The girls reluctantly agreed this to. Being five to three with three extra lives the girls felt they where onto a winner. The game would be over when either all players where naked or their was only one player left with an item of clothing on.

They cut for dealer and the guys won. Now this was a stroke of very good fortune. You see the guy that won would be dealing first to the five girls. This meant the low card would end up with him. He’d draw from the deck meaning that the low card was most likely to now be with one of the five girls rather than the three boys. When he eventually lost he’d pass the deal to another guy, then another guy. It gave them a considerable edge.

So, what happened? Well this bit is put together from the drunken memories of the three losing team members sat here helping me right it. Well, my granddaughter is on the end of the phone line to be accurate.

The game did not at all start well for the girls, and then got much worse. Fortunately it went much worse for my granddaughter’s two friends. They lost both their shoes straight off, before one of the guys lost his shoe. Next my youngest daughter lost her shoe, then her dress. The dealer won, and the rule was if he could see it and you could remove it without removing anything else it was fair game. So youngest daughter is not sitting very comfortably in one shoe, tights, panties and bra. Nice lacy black set. Next my eldest daughter and granddaughter both have the lowest card one shoe each comes off. Then the guy loses his other shoe. Next my granddaughter’s friend loses her skirt. Then my granddaughter loses her other shoe.

The girls are getting uneasy now and a little frustrated. They insist that they are allowed to shuffle the cards before the dealer deals them. They where beginning to think that the guys where fixing the deck. The guys agree, not wishing to tell the girls why they where winning. So, the girls shuffle. Next hand my granddaughter’s other friend loses her skirt. Then my two daughters end up both with the lowest card, but there were two highest cards. Arguments about how many items to be taken off started but where settled by the losers and winners cutting the deck who ever got the highest decided the rule. It was the one guy winner, the other winner being my granddaughter. So it was to be two items. My youngest daughter now discards her tights and remaining shoe. My eldest daughter now does likewise removing her last shoe and tights. Next the dealer loses.

The girls take this to be a good sign. Sure enough, guys lose the next three hands, seeing the guys in their stocking feet. Then my youngest daughter loses again, but with the dealer winning. An argument breaks out because my youngest daughter decided quite wisely to use a life. The argument was whether or not you could when the dealer won. The guys relented and my eldest daughter offered her dress. Now she was sat very uncomfortably in red panties and bra. Next my granddaughter and her friend still dressed the most lose to one winner. My granddaughter discards her skirt and her friend removes her outer top. Next a guy loses, the girls seeing flesh for the first time smell blood in the water but not for long. My granddaughter’s two friends each lose the next hands. One to the dealer winning so is sitting after a little twirl minus her panties pulling her top down best she could to conceal all. The other friend loses her inner top to be in white panties and bra. Then the guys start to lose at long last. Shirts go, then a pair of trousers. But they keep the deal it passing to the last guy.

Now things go down hill fast. My youngest daughter loses again and asks for a life my granddaughter comes to her aid removing her top to be in panties and bra, pink thong and white strapless. Next hand and my granddaughter loses’ and asks for the last life, her friend who can remove her outer top, carefully does so revealing a tantalizing glimpse of heaven. Now all are in panties and bras except for the one friend in inner top and bra. My youngest daughter loses and as no choice but to remove her bra ensuring she keeps her breasts covered. Next my granddaughter loses and her bra goes the way of her mother’s. Next a guy loses, then another, one of them now being in boxers.

The girls realise that it’s much worse the boys losing since this prolongs their agony. Next my youngest daughter loses again and she is the first naked. She makes sure that she does not reveal any unnecessary flesh. Next my granddaughter’s friend with the top loses and its her top that comes off. She ensures she sits concealing her privates. Next to lose is my youngest daughter again so she as to perform a trick. This was to be set by the first dealer he had the highest card.

My daughter looked at him with such a look it would have killed a lesser man. She stood as instructed, placed her hands on her head, and stood there like that until she counted to her age, she then turn so her bottom was on show and counted again. The guys give her warm well-deserved applause.

Next hand my granddaughter’s friend lost her bra making her now naked too. Next hand was my eldest daughter’s turn losing her bra. She ends up losing the next hand to removing her panties to be naked.

The boys now lose again for a while but not the dealer. The girls are mixed about the relief. Both guys are now in boxers, the dealer as his trousers and shirt still. Next hand my granddaughter’s other friend and my youngest daughter lose together. The dealer being the highest card gets to say what my grand daughter’s friend as to remove, her panties, and gets to give my youngest daughter another trick.

The guy asks my daughter is it true that nurses get initiated. My daughter nods and he smiles. He says that her trick is to tell them about her initiation. Blushing she quickly outlines her cadet initiation, sensing that my daughter was being evasive they get a much fuller and richer account out of her much to everybody’s amusement.

Next hand the guys lose the deal. My granddaughter now encourages the girls sensing that now they might still win. But since her friend is already naked, the deal will only protect her from the fate of a trick should she lose. My granddaughter loses next. The highest boy winner decides her fate. It’s the stand and turn around routine counting to her age. Next to lose is my eldest daughter who suffers the same fate. My youngest daughter loses again. The winner is the middle dealer for the guys. He smiles a wicked smile.

My youngest daughter must have been very drunk. She’s the most sensible of them all. Still she found herself opening the front door still very naked and running down the path to the gate and back. Returning a little chilled to applause, laughter and disbelief. The stakes had definitely been raised now. Next the first naked male was on show. But still the girls were in a poor position. Next the last girl with the bra on lost. The girl’s thought that was that they had lost. But know the guys said that they had to play on since two of them where still clothed. The girls weren’t to keen on this and after promising that they all would show all to the guys the guys said they where prepared to call it a night.

The five girls stood hands on head each did a very slow twirl. They all then dressed after a fashion each couple going to the girls bedroom, my granddaughter and her mother where sleeping in the same room. My eldest daughter was down stairs in the room they’d been playing in the other guy was using the dinning room.

The next day Christmas Eve, saw them all going off their separate ways to family and friends. They’d been some banter during breakfast about the night before. They’d agreed to meet up later that evening for drinks. Sure enough once the drinks started flowing the leg pulling and challenges started. They hopped in a taxi about 1 am and made their way back to my granddaughters. It wasn’t long before a re-match challenge was issued but the girls where determine to win.

The girls insisted that they started with the deal and it had to pass through each of them before the lads got it. The lads reluctantly agreed to this on one condition that the stakes were that the last team with a member still dressed got the pleasure of having each member of the losing team do a trick on Christmas Day. It was pointed out that it was Christmas Day; the lads pointed out it could be anytime for any length anywhere. The girls being far to drunk to be sensible and smell a rat agreed confident that they would win since they had another trick up their sleeves. Which was to say they needed the toilet before they begun and slipped off up stairs to put stockings and suspenders on, and slips in the case of my two daughters and cardigans for the younger three. The lads spotted this blatant cheating straight away. The lads said they’d over look their cheating for a two to one bet. That if they won the girls had to do a trick on Christmas day and Boxing Day but if the girls won it was just Christmas Day for the boys. The girls very readily agreed being confident that with their extra clothing it was actually seven girls to three boys.

Well the game got off to a bad start, A, as we will call her to keep track more easily had the deal and lost it to B in the first hand. She was past a four and exchanged it for a three. This was much to the delight and laughter of the boys. Next the girls realised that the boys where just being very lucky. Two out of three of them where getting high cards and being first in the line they could palm the bad card off to the girls new dealer. Also, A, drew a few poor cards which she past off to the boys to either receive a worse card or a bad card. So very quickly my youngest daughter end up down her shoes and one stocking, my eldest end up down her shoes, my granddaughter was down her shoes, but poor A, was down shoes, stockings, and her cardigan. The boys now lost a shoe to be followed by B losing the deal to my youngest daughter.

The boys now had a field day trapping one or other of A or B with a low card, thanks to the jack rule. A and B where both just as keen to keep their clothes on so A would pass off her low opener to B. A was now down to panties and bra, pale blue matching set. B was down to inner top matching black panties and bra. My youngest daughter had lost just her shoes and one stocking when she finally lost the deal and passed it to my eldest daughter. My eldest had lost her stockings, suspender belt and dress to be in her purple panties and bra; my granddaughter was down to top, skirt, panties and bra. The guys’ well each was sat minus a shoe.

The girls now where convinced that since they had the deal and the shuffle the guys must be cheating in some way. They insisted that the guys kept their cards on the floor and not pick it up. The guys protested how where they to see what the card was and decided whether to keep or palm. The girls said that was their problem. The guys said what’s it worth for us to play blind. Negotiations took place and it was agreed that if the guys eventually won, the girls would do a collective group trick as well. The girls agreed thinking that now they had control over the game they where sure to win.

The guys quickly talked strategy and what they came up with was brilliant. They would simply stick with the cards they where dealt and put all the pressure onto the girls. This strategy worked beautifully.

You see if the three lead girls got a really low card they quickly ditch it, the guys would let it pass through them for the dealer to discard it and draw from the pack. They’re where girls to the left and right of them so numerically they would lose more often.

Well A went down bra first hand no life line in play. Youngest daughter then went down her stocking. Granddaughter then lost top and skirt in consecutive hands. Then B lost to two high cards requiring her to remove two items. Her top and bra came off. The girls couldn’t complain the guys weren’t even touching their cards except to pass them trough. Next youngest daughter lost her stocking, suspender belt, and then dress. To be left in beige panties and bra.

Next my eldest daughter lost the deal to my granddaughter. Well things where really grim. The girls now insisted that since they thought the guys where up to something but could not work out what, that the lowest card boy had to lose an item too. The guys weighed this up and said okay.

Well the guys each lost another shoe but not before A and B where naked and my eldest daughter was minus her bra. Next the boys seemed to hit the losing streak. They naturally each lost their socks, and one his shirt. Next my youngest was minus her bra, followed by my granddaughter losing the deal to the first guy. Next the guys hit another losing streak for one guy his shirt, and for both their trousers. Leaving two in boxers. The dealer lost passing it to the second guy.

Next my youngest daughter went bra and panties down in a double to be naked, things where now grim, very grim. Then the non-dealer guy in boxers lost them. Then the first dealer lost his shirt and trousers. So this was it two items left to the guys, and three to the girls. But not for much longer my eldest daughter end up naked, next hand, to be followed two hands later by my granddaughter.

The girls where mortified.

They expected instance payment to be required but no the guys said they preferred to sleep on it.

Christmas Day (day light hours) came and after a simple breakfast and opening of presents everyone except my daughters and granddaughter left to visit family and friends. They’d agreed to meet for a late tea/super. The day was great and at about seven the other girls arrived home followed soon after by the boys. They shared Christmas stories and presents before my youngest asked if anyone wanted something to eat. They all thought hard being stuffed and settled on tea, and some cake or biscuits. Before my daughter could go and make it the guys said they wanted the girls to do the collective trick. The girls thought they had gotten away with it. Somewhat hesitantly the girls agreed with each other that it was just deserts for their cheating and trying to win unfairly. So the lads explained the trick.

Well their faces where a picture, quite literally one of the guys snapping a picture of their reaction. They all hid their faces and laughed and tried various ideas to get out of it or away with it. In the end knowing that they would really have to honour their bets the five of them slowly stripped completely naked.

The lads sat on the sofa and watched as the five girls slowly without much alcohol in their system slowly peeled off every item of clothing to be naked. Whilst my two daughters went off to the kitchen to make tea and so on, the other three sat on the other sofa trying very carefully not to show anymore than they had too.

My two daughters returned realising that they had inadvertently picked the short straw. Trays in hand meant that their breasts and bush, as well as bottoms once they had approached the boys where on complete show. Not being any space left on the sofas they end up sitting on the floor that proved equally challenging. My youngest daughter and eldest are use to playing strip games former and or current partners being very interested in them. Even though being in strange company meant that what was normally quite an okay sitting position for a woman in the presences of her partner was now decidedly not.

They finished their tea and the younger girls cleared and washed up, the guys decided to join them in the kitchen. The activity provided interesting glimpse in to the potentials of married life. All cleaned up the girls returned to the living room and found places to sit. My daughters had taken over the sofas.

They now had to wait. It would be at least 2 am before they got their clothes back. It was rather strange just sitting there naked talking and drinking. They began to relax and drop their guard revealing much more to the guys as the night went on.

My youngest daughter was the first to perform her solo trick at 10pm. She was taken to the back door still very much naked. The door was opened and she was told to run down the garden path to the end and back. The back door was in the centre of the back wall of the house. The path ran from it down the length of the garden to the back fence. The path was made of paving stones. The area near to the house was a paving stone patio. My youngest daughter stepped out hesitantly on three accounts. Firstly the paving stones where very cold to her bare feet. Second although the garden was in total darkness no natural lighting it was very much overlooked by all the other houses. Lastly, she was hoping that the slowness of her movement would prevent, but as she took her first steps alas it didn’t, the halogen spotlight coming on and flooding the patio and bathing the paving of the path.

Now in full colour she tried initially to run back inside but was blocked by the guys. So she took to her heals concealing her breasts and pubes as best she could and ran as fast as she could without revealing much more of herself down the path to its end and back up. The guys went wild. They each hugged her warmly. “Hey, can we leave this and get inside” my youngest daughter asked? To the sound of neighbours’ doors opening and lights going on laughing they all went inside.

They all sat in the room still naked continuing to drink and in the case of my two daughters being interrogated about they’re past crimes and misdemeanours. Next up was A. She had hoped I think that they would each get something different. But no, she was escorted to the door and allowed to cover herself for her run. She didn’t hang about once the door was open she just took off. She was back before everyone had gotten out the back door but they all had seen her if not as well as they hoped.

Next up at midnight was B. She too followed the drill. This time the guys insisted that they went out first. This triggered the light so B had to stand in the door way well lit for a few seconds before she started her run. She completed it when one of the guys noticed that the kitchen light of next door, which had been off, was now on. They listened for a while but there was no sound or sign that the streak had been seen.

Next at 1 am was my granddaughter. She’d more or less had bragged that she could walk down the high street in broad daylight naked so that this little garden streak would be a doddle. By now the guys had heard the holiday story and a couple of other involving streaking. This I think made the lads revise their plans a bit. My granddaughter was told that she had to stand outside the back door naked and wait for the lads to say go. This was strung out, “R-e-a-d-y, s-t-e-a-d-y, g-o-o-o-o-O” she was also made to stop before entering the house by the line of guys who filed in first mean she was stood butt to the world for an extra 10 to 15 seconds. Not much of a long wait except when naked.

Last to go at 2 am was my eldest daughter my granddaughter’s aunt. She’d well and truly annoyed the guys must of the time she was there. Including the girls. My youngest daughter reckons that the other two girls had had a hand in her fate. She was made to walk not run. Hands on head. She had to step out and wait until the light was triggered and each of the guys had given permission for her to start. They strung this out for what my youngest daughter claims was 5 minutes. My eldest daughter reckons an hour. I think given that they where all now well drunk the reality was perhaps a minute or minute and a half.

Well that completed their payment for that day and they sloped off to bed. The guys got an unexpected look at my naked eldest daughter the next morning. She crashed out naked and was still a sleep when the others came down.

They went off their separate ways on Boxing Day but agreed to meet up in a club later. The girls were well the worse for wear when the guys got into the club. They had a good few more rounds of drink and at about three decided to make their way home. In the taxi that they where all sharing the guys started to gather together their lose change and work out if they had enough to pay the fair. The girls joined in. They counted £9 and coppers when the metre read £10. They told the driver they couldn’t pay and that they where still a distance from their home. The guys offered the driver a flash of the girls’ breasts and after a lot of arguing good humoured the girls agreed. So they pull up outside my granddaughter’s house and each in turn gave either quick or decent flash. I won’t embarrass the two who gave decent prolonged flashes by naming them.

More drinking goes on back at the house when the guys suddenly remember they are owed a forfeit. Fortunately, the guys did not press home their more outlandish ideas. The girls agreed to fulfil the forfeit even though it was no longer Boxing Day.

That night found the girls greeting the guys in very sexy outfits. Each in turn proving they didn’t have anything sexier on underneath. The guys took them out around the pubs. Strangely they all had discos and they guys seemed more then usual interested in dancing. Not only that but the girls kept finding their skirts whipped up at just the wrong moment. At first it was quiet embracing and a bit scary but after the drink hit the exhibitionism crept in.

Yet another taxi driver that night get a extra special tip.

Sandra's Adventures in Strip Land - Dead Man

Thanks to BB for finding this one and sending it in!

It turns out that my niece’s boy friend is shall we say very eccentric, well kinky

actually.

My sister is a bit of a square peg. Until she’s had too much alcohol in which case

she tends to flip. So one evening coming back from the pictures I decides to call

around to see her. As is usual I walk up the path to the back of the house and

along to the rear window. I’m just about to knock as is usual when I catch a

glimpse of my sister. The curtains are drawn but there’s a gap at the edge.

At first it does not quite register so I go back for a second look. My sister is

stood in the corner hands on head panties around knees. I realise I’ve stumbled

into something so start to back away after stifling a giggle. At that moment my

face is bathed in white light as my niece who I hadn’t seen pulls back the curtain.

Within a second the kitchen light goes on and my niece is welcoming me into

the house. As I turn into the room expecting my sister to be now correctly

dressed I find that she is still standing hands on head in the corner.

I looked at my niece and she looked at me. “Too much drink and not enough

luck” my niece says. I notice the cards on the table.

Well I was soon into my second wine and planning to stay the night and looking

at a really bad hand. Next minute I’m in the penalty corner with my dress

completely off just stood in my bra, panties and stockings. I remain there until

the next person loses and has to pay a penalty. It took about three hands. Next in

the corner is my sister again and this time her panties are around her ankles.

Some four or five hands later my niece loses and replaces her mum. Topless with

hands on head.

Next I lose but with my sister and we both end up in the corner. Sister is just in

underwear and I’m panties down around ankles (dress back on). It took a good

few hands before my niece lost and found herself replacing my sister and me. It

wasn’t long before my sister was back in the corner completely naked. Then she

was replaced by my niece bottomless. Then my sister again naked. Then myself

again this time topless. Getting late it was decoded to play one more round of the

game, its called dead man.

My sister lost first and my niece boyfriend said that since it was the last round

he’d only exact payment at the end of the game if he got all of us hung. The term

for losing. Well I was next, followed by my sister again followed by my niece

then my sister again.

It was a very cold night running down the back garden completed naked. I only

had to do it once with my niece and sister. My sister had to do it a further two

times by herself.

Dead man 2

Well at Easter my niece and her boyfriend come home to stay. This is when my

life goes into a bit of a spin.

During there first week home at a gathering my niece managers to tell the

assembled friends about the Dead Man game. Well none are surprised by this.

Towards the end of the evening my mum drifts off home with Esme who as

stayed a bit since dad died. Margaret and Kath hang back. More wine is

produced and Kath ask for the details of Dead Man. Well boy friend says quick

as a flash the best way to explain is to have a game. He did really have to

pursued my sister now to drunk, or Kath always up for fun but Margaret and

myself resisted not to look to egger.

The Game.

Everyone gets 9 cards or lives. Ace of spades is highest card. The person who as

ace of spades or the card closest to ace of spades goes first. You lay a card down.

Next person can then lay a card if they have the same value card of the adjacent

suit or the card which is the same number of positions in from the opposite end

of the pack. When no one can go the cards left in their hands are put back with

the not dealt pack and nine more cards are dealt. If you lay a card which does not

match the rules you have to go hang until you are revived by another person

going to hang.

If you can’t go your turn just passes to the next person.

The winner is the person who gets rid of all nine cards in one round of the pack

or when all the pack as been dealt and no one can go the person with the lowest

number of cards or if all have the same number the lowest total value.

The other rule is the ace of spades. If you get it in first hand dealt its safe but if

you get it in subsequent hands it hangs you immediately, then you have to keep

it if the hand stalls and it hangs you immediately again in the next hand. If you

would be the winner with it in your hand at end you hang and the second place

person wins. Also you become the dead man and spend the next round (going

through the pack) hung.

The person who leads the first card in gets to decide what the dead men must do.

The first card lead of the first hand gets to decide the fate of any unfortunate who

gets the ace of spades.

If the ace of spades is dealt in the last hand the dead pack is revived. The game

continues.

The Play

Well needless to say that the boy friend gets the first lead and decides that the

dead man will have to strip completely naked and stand in the centre of the room

whilst the round is played. He decides that the hung men sequence will be

knickers down to knees, knickers down to ankles, underwear, topless,

bottomless, naked, and finally streak single hanging. This means the sequence

will be the same for every one. That is if hung for fist time you start with

Knickers to knees.

Well I hung first. So end in the corner for two hands black knickers at my knees.

Next to lose was Kath who followed my lead with white thong around knees.

Then my sister with black thong, then my sister again with thong around ankles.

The more alcohol you have the les your able to workout if you can lose a life. So

errors kick in. But if the next person goes before anyone realises you are alright.

The game is played like this until eventually my niece is able to throw her nine

lives in one round. By this time I’ve been down to underwear, Kath to

Underwear, Margaret to knickers ankles, niece to underwear and sister to

bottomless.

Next round niece gets lead. She decided that it will be multi play. Knickers down

to knees, knickers to ankles, knickers off, underwear, topless, bottomless, nude,

streak back garden, streak front path, then reverse back through sequence.

Well she hung first so found herself in the middle knickers at knees, then my

sister was middle knickers to ankles, then again knickers off, then I hung and

was down to underwear, then Margaret topless, then niece bottomless, then sister

nude, then Kath had to do back garden streak. The next one to lose would being

real trouble.

Streak is not something I like. The short front path is very open. Even at

midnight plus a car might come along or a pedestrian or a neighbour may

lookout. I tried not to think of this as I ran the short length. At least my niece had

to do it next on the reverse.

My niece hit a unlucky streak because she end up nude then bottomless. After

this I lost topless, the Kath lost, then my sister who had been playing rather well,

well luck mainly lost. Next hand the boy friend gets his nine lives out.

 Its now getting on and its decided to play one more round.

Well my niece gets lead again.

So it’s the last sequence but this time its additive.

My sister loses first, so she’s in the corner knickers around knees. Next to lose is

Kath Knickers around ankles. Then me knickers off. Then my niece to

underwear. Then my sister loses again so as to go topless with knickers around

knees. Then Margaret loses and as to go bottomless. Then I lose. Well I have to

go naked so my additive is included but no, when revived I have to then not put

my knickers back on but can return to the game. After this my niece finds herself

streaking in underwear down back garden then nude. Then my sister gets the ace

of spades. So is immediately hung at topless knickers around knees down front

path followed by naked down front path. Then spends rest of game in nude in

centre of room. Then I hang and have to do streak down back garden path with

knickers off, then nude, then nude again. Bugger. Next deal out and sister is back

down front path twice. Then Kath hangs and is knickers around ankles topless.

Then my niece loses and is to drunk to care and just strips. Fortunately for all

concerned boyfriend plays is ninth life and game end.

I’ll right about the next game later. 

Sandra's Adventures in Strip Land - Puguins (2)

Big Thanks! to Ron Greaves for finding this one and sending it in to help complete the archive.

The weekend had been planned for a while. My niece and her boyfriend with their friends where coming to stay. We’d arranged a memorial service for my father. The service went well and after tea we all settled down and started telling stories about dad. The boyfriend asked about the website. Wasn’t mum upset by it. Mum and all of us knew about the various websites for years. We’d never really taken a interest until he created this one. Obviously this led to discussing putting the site back up and posting our stories. This led to explaining to the others some more of our wild stories. Mum decided that she would call it a night and my sister who had remained sober drove her home.

On her return it didn’t take long for a game to be suggested. It’s called penguin. This is a complicated game but very quick but needs a decent number of players to work properly. Robin invented it for the students big parties.


The Rules

If you are dealt a spade you are a KILLER WHALE, if you are dealt a diamond you are a SHARK, if you are dealt in club you are a PENGUIN, if you are dealt a heart you are a FISH.

If there are more PENGUINS than FISH then the FISH have to remove one item of clothing for every PENGUIN more than them. If there are more SHARKS than PENGUINS then the PENGUINS have to remove one item of clothing for every SHARK more than them. IF PENGUINS out number FISH but SHARKS out number PENGUINS then fish do not have to remove any items because SHARKS are big fish. But if the number of SHARKS is greater than the sum of PENGUINS and FISH then PENGUINS and FISH have to remove and item for every SHARK.

If there are more KILLER WHALES than SHARKS then the SHARKS have to do a forfeit given by the biggest KILLER WHALE i.e., the one with the highest value card.

When a person is naked they become a PENGUIN no matter what their card is for the purpose of eating FISH. That is if the get a heart they are counted as a PENGUIN. If they get a diamond they do not count as a PENGUIN but a SHARK to eat PENGUINS. If by being a shark they down make SHARKS greater than PENGUINS and FISH the count as SHARKS to eat PENGUINS and FISH. They do not count as SHARKS numbers against KILLER WHALE numbers. But excluding them if KILLER WHALES are greater than SHARKS they have to do the forfeit as they are.

If when a person is stripped there is a KILLER WHALE who as not been a eaten PENGUIN or FISH then they become a ORCA. This means that whatever card they get they count as a KILLER WHALE but if a SHARK count to eat PENGUINS and FISH. If a PENGUIN count to eat FISH.

If when everyone else is naked there is only one ORCA they become NEPTUNE and can command all PENGUINS to do what they want for the value of there card times the total value of all PENGUINS cards. IF there are more than one ORCA then each ORCA can give each PENGUIN a forfeit.

The Players

Well myself of course (45), my sister (42), my niece (21), Margaret (59), Esme (49), Kath (57), my niece’s two female friends (20’s), my niece’s boyfriend (Robin) and the boyfriends of the two girls. Eleven in all.

Deal 1

KW 1, S2, P4, F4 no action.

Deal 2

KW3, S3, P3, F2. The fish being Esme and my niece. Each remove a shoe.

Deal 3

KW2, S4, P4, F1. The fish being Kath so as to remove both her shoes and her tights.

Deal 4

Disaster now strikes and the full consequences of this game hit home. Fortunately not on me.

KW4, S6, P1, F0. The unfortunate penguin is Kath. Five items. Dress, skirt slip, bra, and panties to be nude. She as a very good body even at 57 and the three guys enjoyed watching her strip. She confessed later as Esme did that part of the extra trill was stripping for very young ‘lads’. She didn’t truly hide but she didn’t serve herself up. She sat back down best she could conceal what she could.

The KW are two of the lads and Esme and my niece. So the two lads get to be ORCAS.

Deal 5

KW4, S3, P2, F2. Well Kath who had one of the KW cards now counts as a Penguin. So there are one more penguins than fish. So Esme and my sister each remove a shoe. But Kath doesn’t count for penguins against sharks so my niece’s two friends have to each remove a shoe. Now here’s the real good bit. I’m a shark with the two lads who had been made ORCAS. So that’s KW6, S1. The highest value card is Kath.

She smiles. Then says “Go up stairs and change into your baby doll, panties, and mules”. I blush. The little bitch. Well it’s the forfeit so what could I do. It was a bit scary returning to the room dressed so provocatively sexily. The lads very much appreciated the site. The issue now was that I’d been reduced from six items to four. Bitch!

Deal 6

KW1, S1, P4, F5. No action.

KW2, S4, P4, F3. Well Kath had drawn a shark. But counts as a penguin. So my niece and one of her friends have to take off 2 items. My niece removes her final shoe and not wearing tights removes her mini-skirt. She reveal a very nice pink thong. Kath now counts as a shark meaning one more then penguins. So Esme, the two friends, and me each lose an item. The friends their other shoe, Esme her tights, and myself one of my mules.

Deal 7

KW0, S2, P7, F2. This cause a real problem for the two fish my niece and my sister. You see Kath was one of the sharks so she counts as an extra penguin. So the difference is 6. Well niece discards her top, her, bra, and her panties. The lads do look but they’d seen it plenty so the look was more out of a sense of finding something new. My sister looks on, then stands, shoe, skirt to reveal suspenders and stockings, blouse, then thinks, then removes suspenders, and stockings to be left in bra and pants with a beam smile. I think everyone thought they’d be seeing flesh.

Deal 8

KW4, S1, P0, F6. Well Kath and niece are both fish but also penguins. So now P2, F4. But 1 of the ORCAS is a fish so P2, F3. No action there except guess who’s got the shark. Who is the highest killer whale, Esme. She thinks for a moment then says, “Have you guys seen Sandra’s new bikini”. Well they all shake there heads or utter ‘No’. Then Robin says only in the bag not on. So I’m upstairs putting on my new green/blue bikini. Its back clasp fastening no straps and false ties on the bottoms. The guys nearly burst their zips with the looks I got. Esme ensured that I gave the guys a very good look by doing a little cat walk and twirl.

Deal 9

KW2, S0, P5, F4. Well one fish is an ORCA and one KW is my niece who is a penguin. So this means that P6, F3. So the fish Esme and the two friends each remove three items. Esme removes her dress to reveal she only as underwear on underneath so quickly she discards the bra and panties to be completely naked. The friends not wearing tights, remove jeans, and a skirt, then two tops, or a top and a bra. Once again the guy’s look at the girls breasts with interest but no more before returning to complete their ogling of naked Esme. They really give her a good look. She works out and as the body of say a late 20 early 30. Her breasts are very firm, not big but the get noticed. The guys had noticed something else. Esme shaves. So was more naked than Kath or my niece.

Robin had a lot to smile about. He’d not been eaten yet and was now a killer whale when Esme was devoured. So he got to be a ORCA. I realised at this point that the three guys where completely safe. It also dawned on me that I would have three forfeits to do. Oh my God.

Deal 10
KW2, S2, P4, F3. But there are now 2 additional penguins that aren’t a penguin by card. And one of the fish is Robin. So now we have F2, P6. The unfortunates being Margaret and the friend still in underwear. Well she soon wasn’t. Margaret had managed to avoid being eaten to date but now was shoes, tights and dress to be in bra slip and panties.

Deal 11

KW5, S2, P2, F1. The fish is my sister so she discards her bra much to the appreciation of Robin. What a wonderful mother-in-law he’s going to get. I wonder if my sister in her drunk states thinks of this. Then I realise that although the rest of us have been drinking my sister is near naked and not drunk. The two sharks are the not naked friend, and Margaret. The killer whale with the highest card is one of the other lads. Not the boyfriend of the topless girl. So he says he wants the two of them to go into the conservatory and sing “I’m a Cheeky Girl”. So off the both go. Well the conservatory at my house is very much over looked by just about every house around. No problem at 11 o’clock in the dark, but with light on and no blinds there is just a chance. Well no neighbour ever said anything. But would they. A lot of teenage boys live around me and I have seen their looks.

Deal 12

KW1, S3, P3, F4. Well three of the fish where penguins. The remaining fish was my sister. So this made P6, F1. My sister could be seen working out how many items of clothing she had left, trying to make it at least 6. Well one pair of panties will not go that far so she is naked. However one of the penguins was a ORCA so S3, P2. Which meant that the two penguins lost an item. These being Margaret and the topless friend. So Margaret is now topless and the friend becomes a penguin. I realise that about now that eventually all the women will be naked and the boys will still be completely dressed.

Deal 13

KW3, S2, P4, F2. Well one of the fish is myself and the other is my niece. Well niece is really a penguin so the difference becomes P5, F1. But one shark and one killer whale are penguins as well. Making it P7, F1. This is really academic since I’m stood about to strip naked from my bikini. I undo the top first and Robin gives me a really good look. The other two lads give me a extra special look especially the one stay over at mine with his girlfriend. I note that she too is appreciative.

Deal 14

Just Margaret to strip now but not this hand she being a KW. KW1, S4, P3, F3.

Deal 15

Margaret is a penguin. KW3, S1, P3, F4.

Deal 16

Margaret is a shark. KW2, S3, P3, F3.

Margaret not losing was begin to be a problem because it meant I was sitting there exposed. Yes, the others had been exposed for a lot long especially poor Kath but I prefer to be stripped then allowed to dress.

Deal 17

KW5, S3, P2, F1. Margaret looks unabashed as if to say. “Well you took a while to get me” as she stands and peels off her remaining clothes to stand there naked. I was feeling very uncomfortable because I was trying to be sure about the rules. “What’s going to be our forfeits one of the younger girls said. Robin spoke, “Well first there’s a shark to be dealt with. Two of the sharks where Robin and another ORCA. This made KW7, S1. The S1 being me. I thought standing naked in the conservatory was a horrid thing to make me do. The position that I was in was diabolical and I refuse to tell you what it was.

Well the ORCAS now get in a huddle. I hate guys in huddles.

Standing at my backdoor naked with the other penguins was frightening. This was the other boyfriends forfeit.It was worse for those at the edge. My sister, the two friends and Kath. At least I had some protection from being seen. To my right was the open drive which led straight to my neighbours back garden. They had a small fence which would perhaps conceal my lower parts. We had to one at a time walk down the path at the side of the garage to the patio area and back.

The next forfeit was Robins to go and stand as a group on the patio area in a line facing the house then facing away. We had to stand hands on head for a count equal to our combined ages. 315.

The last forfeit was the guy who was staying with me. He said that he would give me my last forfeit tomorrow. We discussed this and I was forced to agree that it was within the rules by not being explicitly not in the rules. He had the others dash across the drive and across next doors garden. I was really glad he’d let me off if a bit concerned about what my forfeit would be.

Breakfast was a late affair around 11 o’clock by the time I got up. It was also a very naked affair for me.

Sandra's Adventures in Strip Land - First Holiday

Sorry for not being around. Work and other commitments. Here is the tale of my latest adventure. I went away with my sister and niece and my niece's university friends. It was a spare of the moment thing. We arrived at the villa we had hired for the fortnight and got to work settling in. I and my sister went off to get some provisions whilst the youngsters set up the various poolside furniture and other accessories.

We returned from the nearest market town. The advert for the villa said 5 minutes from the sea. Which was true if you don’t mind jumping off a small cliff onto jagged rocks. Otherwise for a lovely beach try 30 minutes by car. The villa was nice so we didn’t mind to much. The first night we had supper, chatted and went to bed early after a day of travelling.

Second day we set off for the beach after a light breakfast and spent the morning sunbathing. As the temperature rose we headed back to the cooler air of the mountains where the villa was situated. We ate lunch around the pool and just chilled out. One of the guys whispered something to one of the girls and she slapped him and began to giggle. Well my sister had to ask.

The girl blushed but the young lad didn’t spare her embarrassment. Apparently they had had a bet about what I and my sister would wear at the beach and around the pool. She had lost the bet, we being much more daring than she thought we’d be. I was wearing a very skimpy string bikini and my sister had also worn a very similar bikini on the beach. Now she had dispensed with the top and had just her shorts on with the bikini underneath.

There was a forfeit involved and pretty soon the poor girl was naked hands on head walking around the pool. We all just laughed not at her but with her. We already knew full well that at some point during the week we’d be playing strip games.

We showered later on, had tea and drove into town for the night-life. The lads complaining at how long it had taken us to dress. My sister agreed to drive and not drink. We returned to the villa just after midnight the town was very quiet. On arriving home the boys got some drinks and it still being very warm we went and sat around the pool. The conversation returned to just how much drinking time had been lost waiting for the girls to get dressed. Friendly banter ensued about just how long girls really took and who could dress the fastest. Then the subject of undressing reared its head. The lads asked the girls if they where up for a show down. The girls looked at each other then at me and my sister. Well I wasn’t agreeing to anything that I didn’t understand.

The rules where explained and the prize for the winning team. The boys would go first. My niece's boyfriend took just 12 seconds to complete the show down. It was worth it. He was pretty well hung. It took him 35 seconds to dress again. The next lad was a bit slower it took 16 seconds and again it was worth it. He had obviously shaven more than his beard. It took him only 34 seconds to dress. The last lad was the fastest stripper I’d ever seen. He was really muscular, he regularly went to the gym. His little man was a bit of a disappointment. He was naked in just 8 seconds. It took him some 36 seconds to dress. The lads total was 141 seconds a average of 47 seconds to strip and dress.

Well we girls where up next. We’d drawn lots for sequence. I was to go first. I was eager to know just how quickly we could undress and dress. I had no real idea. I had been thinking of a strategy while the lads had been stripping and dressing. I kicked off my shoes and as I did this pulled up my top over my head. I now reached behind my back and undid my bra allowing my breasts to fall free to complementary whistles. I now jiggled with my slack's button then zip. So far so good. But my slacks where a tight fit and I soon realised that speed they where not designed for. But I’d pushed my panties with them so this would save sometime, if not blushes. I was effectively stood there naked until I stepped free and the stopwatch was stopped and I could cover a few bits. 13 seconds. Not bad I thought. I arranged my clothes for the dressing phase. Ready, steady go. Well thong and bra and top where no trouble at all and I felt I was much faster than any of the boys. Now came the slacks. I had devised a technique for getting these on over the last six months of having them. I was soon dressed and the stop watch stopped. 34 seconds. Not bad at all. I was sweating and my heart was pounding. It was still very warm. One of the other girls went next. She pulled up her tight dress to reveal only panties and soon discarded these and her shoes. 10 seconds. Her dressing was also very impressive. 19 seconds. I was sure that we where going to win with that performance. Next up was my niece. She pulled off her top and undid her bra as she pushed off her shoes. You couldn’t be modest and win this game. She now struggled a bit with her slack's button and had the same problem I had with tight slacks. She to did not spare her own blushes by taking the panties with her slack's. 15 seconds. She was determined not to let us down and you could see the sweat pouring off her as she dressed. 34 seconds. Next up was the other girl. She undid her skirt as she kicked off her shoes and let it fall under gravity. She stepped out of it as she pulled up her top and revealed that she’d chosen to wear a bikini rather than underwear. She now discarded the top and pulled at the bikini fastening but it snagged and she resorted to pulling it off over her head with a little difficulty because of it still being fastened. The bottoms were simply pushed down. 14 seconds. She was allowed to untie the bikini for the re-dress. She took 36 seconds to redress having to ret-tie the bikini. My sister was last to go. Being very sober still she looked a little sheepish. She pushed off her shoes and went for the zip of her dress. It was a bit difficult to find and start but once started it came down easily but she was obviously slow. The dress once off revealed bra and knickers which where dispensed with very expertly in need. I now noticed something. My sister saw my noticing and blushed. She’d removed some of her natural dress at some point recently. The others seemed not to notice but later in bed I realised that it wasn’t not noticing it was that they weren’t surprised they already knew what to expect. 17 seconds. She now dressed and was very quickly back in underwear. The dress was on fast too the zip seemed to work better in the redress direction. Her sandals took a little time though to get back on. 30 seconds. We all applauded that was fast. We had to now add our times and work out our average. It would be close. 222 seconds total and 44.4 average. We started jumping around for joy.

“One moment” one of the lads said. He pointed to my sister. “Your zips not all the way up” I quickly spun her around and saw that it was about a quarter of an inch off the top. “Penalty, penalty” the boys shouted. “We’ll have still won”. My niece said. The penalty was the dress time minus the undress time 13. This was added on to the score. 222 plus 13

made 235, divided by 5 made 47. Dead heat. We where jubilant.

"We won really" one of the girls said.

"How do you figure that?" her partner said.

"Well with out that stupid penalty of Katelynn's we where quickest" she said.

"Katelynn would you have checked the mirror before leaving your bedroom?" the young man asked.

"Of course I would" she answered.

"That would have taken time and then you would have to have reached for the zipper" he said.

"Yes, but not 13 seconds worth" Katelynn said.

That started the argument all over again. After about 10 minutes of arguing Liz's boyfriend said, "Let's have a final showed down between either the fastest or the slowest".

Some more brief arguing and agreement was reached accept for the key question.

‘So slow or fast” my niece boyfriend said. "Fast" we all shouted. So the two fastest would go in a dead heat. First one dressed would win. Well the girls champion was off to a flying start. Her dress was up and over her head as her shoes came off. Then she went for her panties. These where down and off. The guy had pulled off his shirt this time and just

pushed his shorts and shoes off together. He was pulling his shorts and undies back on as our champion went for her panties. His shorts and underwear where back in position whilst our champion was trying to get her thong back the right way. His shirt was back on and he was replacing his shoes as our champion was struggling with the dress to get it the right way. We’d lost. I felt tricked - hustled!

The lads high fived each other and hallowed. They soon turned there attention back to us. “Well now you are all ours for the rest of today” my niece's boyfriend said. “We won’t tax you to much this evening” another said. There idea of not taxing us to much was for each of us to walk around the pool naked hands on head and then finish our drinks and chat like that before walking naked to our rooms. I found it very hard not to look at my sisters state of decided undress.

The next morning I woke up in my bed with a thick head but very naked. Normally I would always wear something to bed just in case the house caught fire or something. I could hear the youngsters outside the girls where obviously excited about whatever the male voice had said to them. I couldn’t really hear.

I looked at the clock it was a little too past eight. I turned over and saw my sister’s bed was empty. I struggled to my feet and over to the en-suite collecting my dressing gown as I went. My sister had left the door to the room open and although I was sure the males where all outside I didn’t want to give them any unnecessary opportunities. I washed the night’s before make-up off my face and decided that what I needed was a early morning swim. I found a suitable bikini and headed for the pool.

I walked along the little corridor which had the bedrooms off it up the little flights of stairs. I stepped into the living area down a those little few steps. I suddenly had a feeling of being touched by an invisible man and turned in the direction of the couch. I spluttered out a half sniffled laugh as my eyes fell upon my younger sister stood in the corner like a naughty school girl hands on head. She blushed brightly but did not offer an explanation for her position and it was far to weird to ask. I could now clearly see in the light of day that she had done a very good job indeed of removing her bush.

I walked quickly across the room and into the dinning area. The villa was all open plan. The living room merged into a dinning area which merged into a kitchen, then a half wall shielded a cloth washing and drying area. The double double doors of the dining area led out onto a upper sun terrace which led via steps down to the pool and the main sun bathing area. I walked down to the pool.

The three youngsters where under the shower heads topless showering with the guys. The pool was very large, I use my words with purpose because I’ve seen many a hotel pool or villa pool but never one this large. It was really two pools. The smaller about the size of a large house pool was separated from the much bigger pool by a bridge and either side of the bridge a tunnel. It was quite a walk to get to the main pool which was more rectangle and more suitable for laps. I would say this pool was about 20 metres, just a bit shorter than a standard public swimming pool but not as wide.

“Morning Sandra” one of the boys said hearing my pitter-patter. The others now turned. “We have instigated a rule” my niece’s boy friend said. “Under 25 can swim with only one item on, and over 40’s must remove at least two items before swimming” they all chuckled. I was not going to be phased by this besides I was still trying to get the picture of my naked sister out of my head.

I quickly stripped without any fuss and dived into the water. I got on with the task of doing my lengths. The youngsters went off back to the house the girls being allowed to pick up their tops but not put them on. I relaxed and soon felt awake and invigorated. Although I was sure the pool was not overlooked the thoughts of being seen kept popping in to my mind but soon these too drifted off. I heard my sister shout, “Breakfast in 10 Sandra”. I stopped my swim and lifted my body to see her stood naked on the steps, I waived to signal my understanding.

I swam to the side and began to climb out. I then noticed that my bikini had gone along with my towel. I had watched carefully as they went and they’d left them there so what had happen to them. Still there was nothing for it I was obviously going back to my room completely naked. In day light this time. I finished climbing out and covered what I could. There is a little more of me these days than when I was young. I scuttled to the house then across the open living space for the bedroom corridor. “Full breakfast aunty Sandra” Liz said. “Yes please” I called back bottom on show. When I arrived in my room there was no sign of my sister Kate. I got a very quick shower and rub down and put on a top and shorts for quickness and joined the others in the dinning area. My sister was there dressed I was pleased to say.

After breakfast, being Sunday and later than planned, we changed our plans. We decided to go and explore the small beach which was down a cliff path. We walked which was really pleasant. The beach had a few families on it from the villas over the other side of the stream. You drove from our villa along the stream then crossed it by a bridge before driving back up the other side past the cluster of villas on the cliff side. Around the bend and down the road about five miles was the main town and just a bit further was the beaches with all the bars etc.

Once it get to about 1 o’clock we walked back up to the villa had a light lunch and settled by the pool in our bikini’s.

“I think we should have the ladies entertain us” the athletic hunk said. The other two quickly agreed. What they devised was diabolical! It would be a race but to make the race fair there would be a handicap system. The oldies would be given a 10 second head start. My sister nearly blow it protesting about being called a oldie. “Ready, steady go”. We where off. My sister and I jumped into the pool and swam for the nearest tunnel. This meant diving down and swimming underwater. I made it first with Kate almost pushing me through. Has I surfaced I could not hear the youngsters and thought that they most be already under and going for the tunnel. No time to waste I headed for the near steps. As I just reached there the three youngsters appeared in different parts of the smaller pool. Two on the far side and one of the other girls on my side. Out of the pool I ran for the starting point again and jumped back in. This time I headed for the bridge with my sister right beside me. It wasn’t as straight forward as simply going under the bridge oh no. I stopped and tred water whilst I removed my bottom’s and flung them on the bridge at the same time as my sister. I now swam under the bridge but because she’d got on my left side she was closest to the steps and reached them first.

The youngsters had deposited their bottoms and where heading for the long steps or side steps. It was probable quicker going for the long steps rather than getting behind the first person on the side steps. Once out of the water after my sister covering my lower area I made for the bridge. We all five ended on the bridge together trying to get our bottoms back on. We then had to leave the bridge at the opposite side before returning to the start and jumping in again.

There wasn’t any time to think about what the guys where or where not seeing. But I was already formulating my revenge. Once back in the water it was a race for the tunnels. The youngsters beating me and Kate. Before going through we had to remove our tops and swim with them in hand. Once through the other side I could see the three youngsters already out of the water and running topless to the start. By the time I’d pulled myself out they had all but refastened their bikini tops. My sister arrived at the start just a few paces ahead of me and had a much simpler bikini top to put on. I was last.

We all stood around exhausted the lads from there cheering and leering. I was told I’d pay my forfeit before we went out.

We had tea and then got ready to go out into town. I entered the living area to be met by a weird sight. The lower coffee table had a thick fluffy towel spread out on it with a pillow at one end. The others sat around it with anticipation. I then noticed what had been out of sight on the foot end of the table.

“NO way!” I said. I protested. I was assisted by my sister and the athletic one on to the table but only after my sister had encouraged one of the other girls to pull my panties down. My mini skirt was no obstacle to the race winner the other girl. She very professionally for a none nurse removed my natural cover. I struggled as any lady would but not to much to avoid razor nicks.

Once I was released I was told that that was my forfeit for losing the race my evening forfeit would be the same as the other fours. Soon after they had called the guys everything under the sun they to where sitting in the people carrier commando heading for town. Dancing that night was a bit of an awkward affair. The lads would drag you onto the floor which wasn’t very full and spin you or jive you. I saw a couple of other lads around the place looking and nudging each other.

The drive home was uneventful since we’d past midnight.

The next few days where typical holiday days. We got up had breakfast and headed for the beach. Once it got to hot we headed into town brought something for tea and headed back to sit around the pool. Later we shower and changed into our nightclubbing outfits and painted the town.

By the third day of going to bed late or was that early, and then getting up straight away to catch the best of the sun we where shattered. So on day seven we just decided to stay around the villa. Well by noon we where bored and it wasn’t long before the boys began to suggest interesting games. Eventually we girls weaken and a villa Olympics was born. We’d insisted that the games where not anything to do with stripping but had to relent with although the games wouldn’t involve stripping the loses had to do a forfeit of the winners choice.

It was decided that boys against girls was unfair because of the numbers. So it was decided that it would be couples against couples and myself and Kate would make a couple. Each couple would decided on a game. The winning couple would get 4 points down to 1 point for the losers. The couple with the most points would win and be able to command the losing couples to do a certain number of forfeits. The couple with fewest points would have to do 3, the next 2 and the second place couple 1 forfeit.

Well my niece and her boyfriend chose the first game the quickest to down a pint. The other two younger couples sighed and complained which seemed to think they fancied my niece and her partner for this game. Well we set off and before the youngsters could really get going myself and Kate had finished our pints. The youngsters still drinking for second, third and last place looked on in disbelief. Since the age of 18 dad took us to the “worky’s club” so we knew how to down a pint.

My niece came in second and gasping for air exclaimed “where the hell” and we just smiled and marked an imaginary board with our licked finger end. So 4 points to us, 3 to my niece and boy friend, 2 to athletic boy and girl friend, and 1 to other couple.

Next it was our right to chose the game being winners. I’d already had and idea. We went to the house with them all wondering what I had in mind. The guys making crude comments about bedroom Olympics. They where nearly right. I produced two sheet, two blankets, and counterpane, and two pillows and pillow cases. It was to be a bed making race. We’d have to go one at a time. We demonstrated the standard required and then get ready to go first. Well it took us just 98 seconds to make the bed. Athletic guy and girl friend went next 189 seconds but a bit of a mess. Then the other couple 187 seconds but quiet tidy. Lastly it was my niece who had been refused a continental quilt up until 18. So she did the task in 134 seconds and very, very neat.

I was now enjoying these Olympics two firsts 8 points, niece and partner second 6 points, and the other two on 3 points each.

Athletic guy decided he wanted a race around the villa. There where these trees with little concrete block seats around them five in all scattered around the garden. The race would be a relay. You had to run around and touch each tree. The waiting competitors would stand on the raised terrace to oversee that everyone touched each tree. Well athletic boy and girlfriend won, niece was second again, the other couple was third and we where last. So 9 points us and my niece, athletic and girlfriend 7 points and other couple 5 points. Well we just need to win the next game. Or I though not come last.

The last couple decided on a swimming race. A relay again. So it was into the pool and through the tunnel out of the far steps and touch the lamp post then back in and under the bridge. Kate had gone first and had managed to hold up against the youngsters. She was technically last but they where in a pack. I’m not that good a swimmer which is why they where all standing on the side when I finished.

So the final tally was niece and boy friend having come second, 12 points, us having come last 10 points, and the others coming joint last on 9 points. The other couple winning and athletic guy coming in third. It was decided that the last two groups would have to have a run off. The game would be decided by the winners. My niece said it should be something which gave each of them equal chance. It would be a biathlon. The couples had to start at the showers run jump into the pool swim for a tunnel then touch each of the five trees. They then had to dive back into the pool and swim under the bridge. Well given the passed performance they should theoretically tie. But it would be last one out of the water loses for their team.

Well the other couple where out of the water first with athletic guy next and girlfriend last. By they had gone to all five trees the athletic guy was in the lead the other guy was second and athletic guys partner was third with the other girl last. Back in the water the athletic guy and other guy where neck and neck truly. The girls where also now that they where under the bridge neck and neck. Then the athletic guys girl being much heavier than the swimmer was able to push her off balance as she was pulling herself out of the water. There was a discussion about fowling but in the end my niece decided that athletic guy couple had won.

So now my niece and her boyfriend would be in charge of dishing out the forfeits. I was worried about this but couldn’t say why.

They said they would think carefully about our forfeits but since the other couple had three to do they could waste one on a quickie. The couple looked at each other and soon found themselves running around the pool naked. I do mean naked no covering allowed. The males member is very impressive but I admit I much preferred the sight of the naked young female.

Later that night just before we went out I could hear noise from the earlier streaking couples bedroom. Shortly after it went silent and then there was a knock on the door. My sister opens it and it’s the girls from the other couples completely naked. They say they have to wait with us while my niece as some fun with there partners. I never did find out exactly what fun she had.

After about 10 minutes, while I was still getting dressed, my mobile rang. I wondered who it was and answer. It was my niece and asked that I put one of the other girls on. She spoke briefly and then they both left.

We went out on the town as if nothing had happen and soon where very drunk. We had gone down in a taxi. On the way back I could tell that my niece had some devilish plan. Soon as we got in the villa and the taxi sped away my nieces boy friend said that we where all to strip naked. So without any means to protest we all stripped naked and spent the rest of the evening sitting around the pool naked until we dropped off to sleep.

It was not until towards the end of the holiday that we had our final bit of naughty fun and I saw a new side to my sister.

The last day of our holiday was to be a Friday. We where due to fly home at one in the morning, technically Saturday. It was decided that we would spend the morning tiding up the villa then in the heat of the day we could sit around the pool before going into town to have a meal and one last party before boarding the bus to the airport. Rob said that he had a way of “making the boring house work more fun”. I could see the girls all smile and look sheepishly at each other.

I was up first in our room and went for a shower. I heard a knock on the door and Kate answer it. I couldn’t make out what was being said with the shower going. I turned off the water and dried and walked into the bed room partly covered by the towel I was drying myself on. Rob was sat in the wicker chair. I gasped, jumped back towards to the cover of the bathroom (not making it since I had walked to far into the room) and pulled the towel to me simultaneously in surprise. Although he’d seen everything plenty of times it was still a reflex action seeing him there.

I became aware of Kate. She was stood between the two beds facing towards Rob. Displaying herself must shamelessly and wantonly. Hands on head and legs spread. Literally leaving nothing to Rob’s imagination. This made me gasp again. Before I could process this display and rationalise it in some way Rob said, “Kate will explain”” Kate turned her head to me. I expected to see tears, fear, loathing or some sought of distress at being made to display herself to Rob her daughter’s boyfriend. “We are going to be the guys slaves to make the house work less boring” Kate said in a happy cherry voice, if some what sardonic. Then no doubt seeing the look of horror and puzzlement on my face, “You can join in as much or as little as you want””

I did not want! However my curiosity got the better of me. “What exactly! I’m not into any of that funny stuff!” I said. “Oh please”.!” Said Kate in a patronising tone. “I don’t mind going topless but not like that” I said. Kate looked totally unimpressed by my protests and huffed and flicked her head in mocking contempt. ‘That’s okay” Rob said with a wink, “I’ll get you something from your draw (pause) agreed”. I nodded. Rob crossed to the chest of draws just next to where I stood (surveying Kate’s nude body as he approached closure to her) and pulled open the draw. He seemed to know exactly where my underwear was being kept. Kate looked to her side with her eyes betraying that it was her who had obviously told him. He pulled out a very sexy lacy revealing white thong. “I couldn’t. I might as well be nude”” I said. He smiled it was the obvious point. I snatched them from him, looking as cross as I could be, given my autopilot betraying my actual trill at him selecting my underwear. Holding the towel to me with my chin I proceeded to put it on. The towel dropped away to reveal my tits which Rob noticed and made sure I knew he noticed. He lowered his head to confirm my suspicious that my now shaven patch which I’d kept trimmed was also on show to him.

“Breakfast first” Rob announced and led off for the open bedroom door giving Kate a very through scan as he passed the open end of the gap between the two beds with Kate still stood everything on display. Kate walked over to the door not lowering her hands at all and received a even closure scan as she moved closure. I crossed my arms to in someway, not protect my modesty, but Kate’s and joined them at the doorway.

We walked along the corridor between the bedrooms like that. Once in the main room I noticed that the others where dressed similarly to Kate, that is completely nude. Since we had all now been shaved we where a lot more naked than usual. The others where already sat around the dinning table. We sat and ate breakfast and Rob seeming to be in charge assigned tasks. Liz would tidy up the main room area, Tanya would do the dinning room, Kate and I would do the kitchen, and Jessie would do the laundry/utility room. The boys would supervise.

Jessie was done first even washing and moping everything. She had pulled out all the previous nights washing putting it into dry and pulled out the drying putting it into the basket. Her partner athletic guy (Jacob) had told her that someone else would be assigned the ironing. I’d noticed how keenly Jacob had watched every movement of her body has it revealed and concealed its charms as she moved. She was left stood in the utility room hands on head, legs together, for all the world to see. Well mainly myself and Kate being closest in the kitchen but I reckoned the others could see through from the right positions. Jacob moved into the kitchen at this point to watch mine and Kate’s activity.

Myself and Kate pulled out all of the cupboards and made sure everything in them was clean. This meant some bending and pulling which concerned me with my little thong on. I was concerned just how much it did cover. Kate was unbelievably naked. I looked sternly at the area trying to convey without words just how revealed she was. She smiled and stuck her tongue out thinking I was being disapproving which I was I guess. We did all the tops and the cooker. This gave the guys the appreciative sight of my tits wobbling. Suddenly it seemed I was the only female present not just the only nude one. We still had the night’s before pots and that morning’s breakfast things to do. I soon forgot I was topless. Which was strange because I could not get out of my physical sight or my mind’s sight my naked sister or Jessie. Tanya and my niece where also within my viewing as I went about washing up and they washed the floors. I could see the way the guys where viewing every opportunity as if it would be their last, so intensively, so intently, so strangely lovingly. My niece finished her tasks next. She’d hovered the suites and dusted and arranged all the tops. She was now stood naked hands on head, legs spread. She was just in front of the fireplace so I and everyone except Jessie could see all of her. Tanya finished the dining area next. She had cleared all the breakfast things to the kitchen so I had seen a lot of her that morning. She’d washed down the table and chairs and was now standing by the French windows hands on head, legs together and turned slightly towards the living room. His was so that Rob and her partner Ian could feast on her as easily as Liz. We soon finished the kitchen area and Rob had us stand hands on head in the middle of the kitchen, Kate with her legs spread very wide. I was really struggling to not laugh at this surreal sight. Rob and the boys began to inspect the house starting in the living area. They passed a few comments and had Liz make adjustments. A few titters escaped my mouth and Rob said. “Anymore and forfeits would be given”. The inspection was not only of the room but the cleaner. They had Liz stand quite indecently and display herself from all angles as they moved around the room checking for dirt.

Next they inspected the dinning area before passing onto the kitchen. Tanya came in for the same close inspection. I really was trying now not to laugh. ‘The forfeit will be applied to you all” Rob said and Kate shoot me a look. The inspection was very thorough. Rob made it clear to you what he was looking at and is obvious pleasure. The other guys didn’t have the same natural way of doing this. I wondered how Rob had learned it. The kitchen passed the inspection but I barely did. I was so aroused by this but felt it was completely wrong. Poor Kate I was sure had lost her senses she was obviously, well, aroused by her daughter’s friends seeing her like this. They moved on to Jessie. Jessie got the group inspection. The guys lined up and put her through her paces. They seemed more interested in inspecting Jessie than the utility room. She does have a marvellous body and even I was straining to she without moving my whole body and giving the game away. When they where satisfied they had Jessie and Kate go and stand next to Tanya and then had Liz join them. Rob instructed me to make him and the boys tea and serve it on a tray.

I did as requested still trying not to laugh but take this domination game seriously. I walked over to them sitting in the living room tits on show. “Will you take off your thong please Sandra” Rob said. I blushed and shook my head. “Well I’ll tell you what” You can keep it but for laughing you will have to agree to giving me a forfeit when we are home?” Rob said. “You mean its my thong now or a strip later?” I said. “Not necessarily, in fact no I will promise you that the forfeit won’t involve nudity”. I considered my options and said. “Okay but I get to keep this on no matter what today for a forfeit at home”. Rob nodded slowly and said, "So long as you are a good sport for the rest of the day”.

I was dismissed with the others to the kitchen to have a cup of tea. I had so many questions to ask but didn’t really no what to say. The girls and Kate just talked about what they needed to do once they where home and the general plans for getting home. Once the boys had finished and thought some more they called us through to the living room and had us stand hands on head, legs together. I could tell by the signs that my sister enjoyed this. I didn’t think it was the first time she had played. This thought just kept going over and over in my mind. Our new tasks where assigned to us.

Liz would wash up the cups, Kate and Tanya would do the ironing and pack their cases. Jessie would clean up the top terrace and garden whilst I washed the car.

I started to protest but remembered the agreement. Funny and strange that! That even in this surreal situation. A situation that most people would have said that there was no legal grounds to comply to the terms of the agreement. I still felt the internal needed not to break a promise or an agreement or something bad would befall me. Rob beckon me to follow him. Jacob tagged along with Jessie in tow. We exited the villa on the garden side and Jacob started to instruct the very naked Jessie. She seemed very comfortable with being nude outside. I wish I could say the same about being topless.

True over the last week I had been outside topless many times and in deed naked. But that was with an expectable reason. I was topless or naked because I was sun bathing or playing a game that required me to strip, be topless or naked. That you could explain. Even the worlds must disagreeable prude would understand if they did not condone. But how was I to explain that I was outside topless to wash a car because my niece’s boy friend thought it would make the housework less boring. I then realised two things. How does making me go topless make the housework less boring for me” How comes the guys don’t get to lift a finger” Certainly the housework becomes entertainment for them!

Rob walked around the front of the house to where the people carrier was park in the middle of the court yard area. A little description is need here. The villa had a wall surrounding it. In this wall was two large iron gates which provided access from the lane to the villa. There was a drive way from the gates up to the court yard. The drive sloped

genteelly up to the court yard area. The length of the court yard was trimmed with a veranda of arches with a tiled roof. It made a L shape. One side ran along the 3 smaller bedrooms the other ran along the dining area kitchen side and the kitchen and utility room. The court yard and driveway was loose gravel. The lane was quiet but we had noticed people walked by throughout our stay and cars passed by regularly but not every second or minute. The court yard was away from the lane but a slow moving car, or worse a bus would clearly see the court yard, the people carrier and me!

I was hiding behind one of the pillars trying to make sense of all the nonsense running around in my head. I was rationalising that anyone who passed by would have at some point in the week probably seen me topless on the beach or around the pool which was sought of overlooked from various other villas. So they wouldn’t be seeing virgin flesh if that makes any sense what so ever. Why wouldn’t I be as likely to wash the people carrier topless as sunbath or swim” Well that might of worked as an argument except I looked down at the thong I was wearing. No one, and I mean no one on holiday would go around outside wear that when they had plenty of bikini bottoms available. Perhaps that could be my rationale my bikinis where all dirty, wet, lost, used or packed” NO! Bugger! That

won’t work.

Rob was busy setting up the hose pipe. He took one end into the utility room and was having Kate attach it to a tap. He was obviously giving her a really good inspection while she did it. He came back with two buckets of water filled with clothes, sponges, and soap. He planted these down towards the front of the car which was pointing towards the garden and pool. I could see a very naked Jessie getting a good once over by him as he walked sideways to see.

"Come on then get out here!” he said to someone other than me. Well that’s what I pretended anyway. “I can’t come out there in this” I said pulling on the thongs elastic sides. “You don’t have too!” he said smiling. "Very funny” I said. "Can I at least go and change into a bikini” I asked” Rob pondered only for a moment, “Yes” he said, relief, I sighed. I want to step off but Rob stopped me by finishing is sentence which he was still forming. “if you take the thong off there?”

My jaw dropped at the thought of removing it. “You promised I wouldn’t have to take it off” I said. “You don’t” he said. I glared at him since he was right and I couldn’t think of anything to say. “I will allow you to go and put a bikini bottom on instead but the thong comes off there” Rob said breaking the silence and confirming the exact terms of the

contract. I looked around and couldn’t believe myself that I was considering doing this shameless act. I was in further disbelief when I realised I was slowly taking down my thong and although hid from the gates I was not hid from Rob or Jacob who had now turned in our direction and realising what I was doing had not bothered to turn back to Jessie. I removed the thong and stood there naked head vigilantly scanning the hills and gates. "Drop it there and you can run and get a bikini bottom, the red one” Rob said. I had one last scan from the safety of the arch support then dropped the thong took a deep breath and ran for it.

I had decided that speed was better than cover. The arch supports would provide cover and the speed across the gaps would hopefully blur me. If I had thought some more before my run I might have went through the utility door on the side rather than rounding the corner to run along the top terrace to the door into the kitchen. This was the door we had used all week so was on autopilot. Rob, Jacob, Jessie who had been alerted to the potential of the streak all watched and cheered to alert the others. My tits wobbled as I ran frantically and excitedly for cover. I love streaking! Hate nudity! Once in the house Tanya and Liz and Kate saw the full effect of a 45 years body in motion. “Way to go Mrs Dent” Tanya said, I hate it when she called me Mrs, it made me sound so much older than I was. Ian got the full frontal as I ran through, then the full back shoot as well. His face was gleaming ear to ear as I approached and my memory has him licking his lips though he denies it. In the safety of my room I found my red bikini bottoms and put them on. I stood and breathed noticing the tingling and after glow of the streak but also the extra tingle and after glow because a boy twenty years my junior had had me remove a tiny white thong, he’d had me put on, outside! I'd ran naked for all the world to see. If any woman out there is wondering about this just try it. Its really liberating. I do love a good streak!

I walked back through the house after also putting flip-flops on because of the loose gravel. I was noticing the naked state of Liz, Kate, and Tanya as they went about their chores. Rob had entered via the utility room and was making use of my absence from him to ensure the girls got a very through viewing. He noticed my noticing and smiled which sent shiver down my spine. I walked through the utility room and stepped onto the veranda. The court yard didn’t seem so open now in a bikini bottom. Something was missing a piece of white lacy material. Rob was stood behind me and has I turned he smiled and I could see that my thong was in his pocket all crumpled up.

I walked over to the car and Rob gave me some instructions on how I was to wash it for his maximum pleasure rather than any inability on my part. I hosed the car down which meant having to walk around from the sheltered side to the side open to the gates. I was very hesitant and every bird chirp and insect croak had by inner body jump. I kept one eye on the gate as my other roamed the hills for sign of observing life. Once the car was thoroughly soaked I took up the soapy sponged and began to lather up the car. This meant plenty of bending over the bonnet and stretching up to wash the roof then bending over to wash the lower parts or squatting down. This was fine when on the sheltered side but once on the open side even with my back to the gates I felt totally exposed to the world. My chest was heaving and tight with anxiety at being caught. I was a naughty girl again and it was thrilling. All this motion viewed carefully at first by Rob, then Jacob, and then even Ian decided that there was more to a topless older woman washing a car than three young naked girls doing chores. I couldn’t help but splash myself with soap and have to touch myself to wipe it off. Saw the motion in the boys pants and it just made my body tingle with excitement. I felt that I was betraying Liz and the others by obviously turning on these young boys but it felt good bad and I couldn’t help myself. During the soaping a couple walked by but if they noticed my topless state they did not let on. Not even my involuntary quiver at their appearance alerted them to my state of undress.

Once the car was good and soapy on the outside I had to open all the doors and hatch and wash the inner sides. I had then to close all the doors and hatch and then hose and washed off the soap making sure the dirt went with it. A car slowly passed, then I heard another coming even slower up the hill. It pip-pipped at the gates which gave me a start thinking it had seen. Then before my heart could slow the group of local youngsters appeared at the gates. They did not seem to notice me. Once the soap was off I had to open all the doors and hatch again to wash off the inside trims, more bending. Rob then made sure that I dried the car quickly so that the now raising hot sun did not streak the car. I had noticed how this activity with the suns heat had made my body glow and glisten. The boys seemed to be licking their lips again although they deny it.

Rob now insisted that I went and got the hover to do the inside. The inside meant more bending and much to Rob’s delight crawling on all fours on the seats. Jacob also seemed to enjoy this commenting on the bikini bottoms showing off my ample assets very well. Ian had gone off to check on the girls chores and had not returned. Once the car was spick and span Rob had me empty the buckets and put away the hover and hose pipe. Liz by this time was standing hands on head, legs together in the kitchen with Ian giving her a very good eye roving. Kate and Tanya where no where to be seen but the clothes had all disappeared so I guessed they where in their bedrooms packing. Jessie had finished the clearing of the upper terrace and was standing on the terrace at attention but angled to conceal her from view but not so she would be sure. Jacob smiled at my realisation.

I went back and closed all the car doors which I’d left open as I cleaned and wiped it dry. Rob inspected the car and open the doors and checked inside. He nodded and smiled. Once satisfied he turned to me. I was stood on the house side of the car shielded from the gates. He smiled and reach into his pocket and pulled out my thong. He gently through it to me and I caught it. “You can put this back on now” he said. I instinctively looked at the veranda knowing full well he meant me to change on that spot. His head shake confirmed it. I put my thumbs in my bikini bottoms and pushed them down slowly him watching every millimetre of movement. Once they where at knee height with me slightly snooped I let go allowing them to fall to the floor. I looked around stood there naked and looked down at my thong to sort it out into placement position. I had to cast off the flip-flops and hop on the small gravel stones in discomfort. This seemed like an age. I stepped into the right leg then the left leg and pulled it up into place. Suddenly I felt very naked indeed and wished strangely to be naked since that could have been explained. I went to put the flip-flops on but Rob shook his head again so I picked them up and dashed for the veranda hobbling on the small gravel bits.

Rob led the way back to the house and announced that we should have a pitcher of ice cold drinks. He assigned Jessie the chore and went off towards the bed rooms returning with Kate and Tanya both still very naked.

We took the pitcher of lemonade to the pool the sun began to warm the day. It was now about 11:30 I reckoned. The boys discussed briefly our positioning and assigned us ladies to the chairs around the table whilst they took the loungers. Liz and Kate wear order by Rob to sit in a most unladylike pose. He felt he didn’t need to do that but Kate seemed trilled. Was my sister losing her mind. She was displaying her shaven assets with no shame. Jessie, and Tanya where permitted a more decent pose legs crossed. This somehow made Jessie seemed even more naked. I’d seen all her charms many times that holiday but still I wanted to see what was concealed by the legs. Was I the one going mad I thought” I was required to sit astride the little stool which had the effect of stretching the thong so that I was obvious to me close up that my pink lips where not hindered by the usual black forest. The boys discussed the remaining chores with us girls chipping in. New tasks where assigned. Tanya and Jessie would prepare a meal and having done that clean the kitchen and put out the trash. We’d have an evening meal in town. Liz and I would clean the lower garden and pool area and put away the none essential pool equipment. Kate would do the top and side gardens and just generally check around.

Jacob and Ian took Jessie, Tanya, and Kate off to do their duties leaving Rob laying on a sun lounger watching myself and Liz. I said I would fish out the leaves and bits and pieces from the pool and went for the net to do so. Liz started to hose down the pool sides and pick up bits and pieces and tidy up the loungers and put away floats and the like. She walked off to the house at one point to get a bag to put the litter and leaves in since the supply in the pool utility cupboard had been depleted over the fortnight stay. Rob laid and watch all this activity making sure I knew every time my tits swayed even a fraction. How he was able to simultaneously watch two of us at the same time I don’t know but he could. I finished the pool clearing and Rob said that I should get a bucket of soapy water and wash down the outside shower and the bench. This meant a walk up to the house. Jessie and Tanya where both finishing off putting a meal onto trays and Jacob asked if we’d be long. I told him I was doing the shower area and Liz was just about done. He smiled. A wicked smile. Ian was no where to be seen nor was Kate. I filled a bucket and Liz appeared. “I’m to wash all the tables and chairs” she said in explanation. Jessie and Tanya had now finished and Jacob had had them move into the living area and take up a hands on head, legs spread position. He sat down in the comfy sofa just to stare.

I and Liz returned to Rob him watching our walk from the kitchen door very intently. We finished our chores and Rob said for me to take the buckets back and tell the others that he was ready for his lunch. I could have thrown the water over him. I walked back and saw Kate. She was standing in the centre of the back lawn still naked obviously with her hands behind her back. I thought nothing of this and went and emptied the buckets calling out that Rob was ready for lunch. Jessie and Jacob appeared and Jacob said for her and myself to carry out the trays he’d get the pitcher of cool drinks. Tanya and Ian would not be long.

Has I walked back with Jessie I could see Liz bent over bottom to Rob him closely inspecting her charms. I felt repulsed, I felt I needed to protect my niece but then I noticed something and bowed my head to take the vision of her achievement from my mind. Jessie spoke, “God I’ve had a few of them today what about you” I blushed pink, and beetroot and the youngsters statement and question.

Once around the pool Kate rejoined us followed by Tanya and Ian. We had a lovely lunch and at the end I said I needed to pack and Rob said that was a good idea. The boys joined me the chores and slavery seemed to have come to a natural end. I packed and rejoined the others around the pool. Still topless and the others still nude. We lay back to soak up the final rays of sun. About four Kate went off to cool off and get ready and slowly the others slipped away. I lay until the sun began to die behind a mountain and made my way in.

The villa was quiet and I as if not to disturb the silence moved quietly along the hall between the bedrooms. I could hear voices from Liz’s room, male but not Rob’s. It was to muffled I could not make out what it was saying. Rob did not hear me and was surprised when I appeared at the door jam to our room. I was surprised to see him as well. Before he could say anything not that he give the impression that he would I was in my room. The shock then hit me, I gasped and blushed. Kate was lying naked on the bed entertaining herself and Rob. I turned away sharpest and went back to the living area. Some 15 minutes late Kate appeared a bit sheepish. I looked at her I wasn’t sure what to make of what I had saw, how I should feel or what to say. So said nothing.