Stripped For Florida

Raised Nude 2

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RAISED NUDE, PART II: ALEXIS
MY UNUSUAL UPBRINGING

There were rules for everyone else, and then there was the rule for me. We didn’t live in a nudist household and we didn’t travel to nudist venues. It was only to me that the naked rule applied. All that changed after my mother died. My adoptive parents decided it was time to go to Florida. I suppose it was supposed to help me deal with my mother’s passing, but it was also the first time in my life that I wasn’t in a completely special category. Lots of children and teens were naked in Florida.

My parents always emphasized the nude aspect of my upbringing. No clothes at home, no underwear ever. I was to be nude in as many venues as possible, including at textile beaches, public parks and the homes of friends. What was unspoken was my sexualization. I was bathed every evening by one or the other of my parents. When I got a bit older I started showering, first mostly with my mom, and later mostly with my dad. That continued all the way into high school. My mom showed me how to use the handheld attachment to get off in the shower and encouraged me to finger myself at bedtime to fall asleep.

“Make yourself feel good, honey,” my mother would say, “so that you can get a good night’s sleep.”

It seemed completely normal to me. My parents never touched me inappropriately, but I was quite familiar with sexual arousal. For myself, masturbating to orgasm was encouraged. My father was quite often at least half-erect while we were showering. The rest of the time they would be dressed.

I’m a strong believer that parents are in charge. If they thought something was best for me, then they had every right to make it happen. And they had a lot of ideas. Nudity was supposed to be my default state of being. I was never to expect to have any type of covering. At home I was always naked, regardless of who was visiting. At textile beaches, which we went to frequently, I was kept in the nude or stripped upon arrival. I’d be the only naked person on the beach except for the occasional infant or toddler. By the time I was 11 years old my nudity started to attract a lot of attention. I wasn’t a little girl any more!

We went to Florida when I was 12 years old and I had my birthday shortly thereafter. My boobs simply exploded into being. Even in Florida I attracted a lot of attention. My mom took me to get my clit hood pierced and one of those vibrating balls was set so it was right on my clitoris. It was the nipple piercing that took me by surprise. I had no idea why we were going back to the jewelry store that day and the pierce through my nipple was a big shock.

My mom had me participate in one of those pageant things they used to do. All these girls who’d just gotten boobs would be paraded across a stage and all the adults would ooh and aah and clap. I had these pearl teardrops on the end of mine so I waved them around and was a real show-off.

It was in Florida that I met André. My mom would say I was obsessed with him, but he actually meant a lot to me. By the end of the summer he was fucking me, although my mom technically considered me a virgin. When I got married my husband did too! I guess a girl can get a guy off, give him blow jobs and get fucked up the ass several times a day and still be a virgin. He was stripped, older than me and gorgeously handsome. My mother caught me giving him a blowjob, although the word caught is technically a misnomer. We were both stripped and in Florida that means we were legally allowed to do whatever we wanted. So I was giving him a blowjob in the middle of our living room when my mother walked in.

“If you’re so interested in the male physique, Alexis, I have a plan for you,” she said.

I spent four hours a day learning how to pleasure every inch of André’s body, although the emphasis was on how to arouse his phallus. It was pleasurable and an excellent education, but I wanted him to fuck me so badly. My mother didn’t think it acceptable for me to have “full blown” sex, although I can’t imagine why. She realized that something had to be done before André lost control and ran his erection up my vagina. The deal was that I got “opened up” with a series of increasingly large butt plugs and André was allowed to fuck me up the ass. I still love butt plugs!

I had a great time with André, but my mom considered him strictly summer fling material. I hung out with him all that summer and again when we visited Florida the next year. But after he turned 22 he wasn’t stripped anymore. He was headed for law school and was engaged to get married. I actually think my mom would have considered letting me stay friends with him except that he refused to be involved in her porno flick idea.

My mom thought it was empowering for a girl to be in porn as long as she got paid and the conditions were safe. I appeared nude on camera and gave a guy a blow job. But that was the full extent of it. Another factor was that after two stays in Florida we went back home. When we weren’t in Florida it was harder to keep me nude as much as my parents wanted me to be, so my dad took me to an interview with an “associate” of his. It was after hours and the chairs were all stacked on top of the tables and only a few lights were on so I didn’t get much of an impression of the place on that first visit except that it looked very fancy. We walked through the dining area and straight back to an office in the back of the establishment.

My dad and the owner seemed to know each other well and engaged in some well intentioned bravado. Then the owner turns to me and asks,

“How comfortable do you feel being topless?”

I was wearing a short skirt that day (no underwear, of course) and a sheer silk blouse. My mother was on a mission to get me to wear thinner and thinner blouses so that my aureolas and nipples would be visible through the sheer fabric. I was never allowed to wear a bra. Indeed, I had never even tried one on.

I looked at my dad, who nodded.

“Um, okay, I guess. I mean, I’m often completely naked.”

“At your age we can’t have you working in the nude, dear. But why don’t you take off that blouse? I’m sure you’ll look gorgeous as a topless waitress.”

As accustomed as I was to being naked in front of anyone and everyone, it felt odd in that moment to slowly unbutton my blouse and reveal my breasts to this stranger. I got the job, and as it turns out he and everyone else at the club were very nice. When I turned 18 I started working in the special part of the club as a nude waitress. That’s how I met my husband!

It was at an after work event thrown by his company. Yes, I know, that wouldn’t fly today. But everyone was there: top execs, underlings, new hires, secretaries, men, women . . . everyone. Those kind of events were not as rare as you might think. The company thought it was a safely risqué thing to do. People got drunk, the waitresses were sexy, everyone bonded. Anyway, my future husband asked for my number and took me bowling the next week--and not in the nude. I might have been wearing a butt plug. That was something I’d gotten used to from the age of 13. I have a huge collection.

My husband and I have three children now. Our daughter Samantha is 12, and we have two sons, Troy and Toby, ages 8 and 10. I uphold that parents should guide what they think is best for their children. We’re not raising our daughter naked, but I feel strongly that she not wear underwear or a bra. That means that she doesn’t wear underwear or a bra. We can discuss the issue, but she has no choice in the matter. I guess that’s the difference between me and my parents. They never explained to me why they made certain choices for me. I think they wanted to empower me as a girl and as a woman. That is my belief, but they never explained it to me.

I can’t imagine deciding that my daughter would have sex with an older man—at the age she is now or at any age. My parents claimed that I wasn’t having sex. Not only was that not true—after all, getting fucked is having sex no matter how you look at it---but I think it was done because André couldn’t stand not having sex. It was certainly sex for him. On the other hand, if Samantha were to become truly attracted to someone and I felt she was mature enough emotionally and physically then I would allow her to have sex. My daughter has more choices in her life than I did.

We encourage Samantha to be topless as much as possible. I’m sometimes fully nude at home, but I’m topless most of the time. Our daughter is required to be topless at home if it is just family. We encourage her to be topless when visitors come over or if we are in a situation where it would be allowed. My daughter has a very anxious personality. She tends to agonize over decisions. Sometimes it is actually a favor to tell her what to do. We are taking her to Florida next summer. She will be stripped, just as I was, and I will definitely get her boobs pierced. She’ll look lovely and I hope it will boost her confidence.

I insist that all three of my children dress in clean clothes every day and that they be properly and appropriately dressed for any outing. Left to their own devices my boys would happily forgo clothing but I insist that they be dressed properly when we go out. On the other hand, our daughter can be conflicted about being topless. I think that nicely presented breasts are a beautiful way for a girl to appear. Sometimes we help her make her own decision about being topless at an event or venue, and sometimes we simply tell her that she will be presenting her bare breasts.

Although our sons are fully dressed at home and when we go out, either my husband or I bathe or shower with them each day. We also put them to bed completely naked. So we see our Troy and Toby nude every day.

We want our children to be fully comfortable with their bodies and to respect the bodies of others. I’m not shy about my own body at home, and all of our children see my husband naked in the bath or shower. Our daughter is aware of my passion for butt plugs, but my sons are still too young to care or to notice. We discuss sex and masturbation as normal activities. We make it clear that nearly every human being engages in these pleasurable activities, but we don’t push any of our children to touch themselves or masturbate in our presence.

My mom arranged for me to be in a porno flick. My dad’s friend owned the topless venue where I worked and it was my dad who set up and attended the job interview with me. If my daughter wants to have sex or be in a porno flick or work at a topless or nude venue I will support her in how to do so safely, but I won’t be the one to suggest it or make the arrangements.

On the other hand, I am not opposed to helping Samantha embrace her sexuality as she gets older. We’re taking her to Florida next summer. As I said, we’ll definitely get her boobs pierced. I think she’ll look beautiful. We’ll wait to see about any more enhancements. We might get her a vibrator to keep up her pussy, or those beads that go up your ass. Maybe she’ll be into butt plugs! Who knows? To some extent my parents decided they were raising any daughter nude, regardless of who the daughter turned out to be. I believe parents should have control over a lot of decisions regarding their children’s upbringing, but I’m doing my best to keep in mind what is truly best for each one of them.

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Continued in Part III

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