Stripped For Florida Book 2 Part 3

Stripped For Florida: Michael, Book 2, Part 3

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Stripped For Florida
Michael, Book 2, Part 3

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J and Mish woke at nearly the same instant. Daylight splashed bright against every surface in the room. Michael looked first at J, making sure that the night's events were still real. J smiled at him.

"My mother's coming to get me soon."

"My mother's going to come snooping around to see what we've been up to," replied Michael. He kissed J and rolled out of the bed and stood up. "Let's take a swim. We'll be all washed off, clean, and eating breakfast before anyone shows up."

J nodded. She understood that Michael's mother was not to be trusted. She was thankful that her own mother was more supportive.

"Last one in is a rotten egg," called Michael and the two ran down the marble steps. J caught a glimpse of Michael's body slicing through the water and then felt its liquid coolness on her own skin. They swam laps for a few minutes and then paused at the side of the pool. Michael pulled her to his side, feeling her skin against his underwater. "I love you," he whispered in his ear. Then he pulled himself out in one motion, the move he'd been practicing for over a year. He glanced sideways to see if J had noticed. She followed, if not quite so expertly.

"Let's have breakfast before my mom gets here," she said.

While they were sitting at the counter eating cereal Sarina walked in. She was barefoot with a thin white sarong wrapped around her breasts. "Good morning, children. Slept well, I hope."

Michael felt his mother fishing for information. "Good morning, mother," he replied simply.

A buzz from the gate spared them further interrogation. Sarina walked over to the control panel. "Can that be the caterers already, I told them not to show up until noon," she complained. "Hello?"

The garbled sound of J's mother came over the speaker. "Oh, good morning Irene." Sarina buzzed her in and they heard the sound of a car coming to a stop in the drive.

"Good morning, Sarina. I hope the party was a great success? J, I'm in a hurry, finish your cereal and let's get going."

Irene and Sarina chatted for a few moments. "I'll call to get all the details, Sarina. I have to go see this beach bungalow we're supposed to house sit. J, let's get going. No, we don't have time -- you can ride in the car just the way you are."

J gave Michael a look. He nodded and then she left with her mother.

Sarina looked at her son inquisitively. Michael slid off his stool. "I've got laps to do, mother. Catch you later." He strode out of the kitchen and dove cleanly into the pool.

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"Mom, where are we going and why are we in such a hurry? And when can I get some clothes on!"

"Remember that woman I met, Tracie, the one involved in the nude beach campaign?"

J rolled her eyes.

"She is a very nice woman, J! She's going to be away for the next three months -- on a trip to Australia, I think. Anyway, she needs a house sitter and we would have a fantastic place right on the beach. She wants to give us a tour and go over all the details. She's flying to New York and won't be back for two weeks. She just wants to make sure we really want to house sit and get things settled before she takes off. If we like the house we can move in next month! Just think, living on the beach for three months!"

J had to admit that living on the beach sounded nice. "Okay, mom, you're right. Living on the beach would be fantastic." Still no word on the clothes, though.

Within 15 minutes they pulled up in front of a cute beachside bungalow. It was painted blue and white and had windows facing in all directions. Irene got out and came around and opened the door for J. "We're here, J. I expect you to be polite."

"But, I'm naked, mom!"

"She's a nudist, she won't care."

J stepped out, looked up and down the deserted street nervously and followed her mother up the wooden steps. Cheery yellow curtains were pulled back with white fabric ties across the window of the back door. Irene pulled an old-fashioned looking bell chord and chimes sounded inside.

The door opened and a striking African-American woman with very short hair and gold hoop earrings opened the door. "Irene, so good of you to come by. I'm busy packing, so please don't look at the mess."

J was surprised to see that the woman was wearing a long patterned blue gown, being a nudist and all!

"Hi Tracie. I want you to meet my daughter, J."

"Good morning, J. I'm delighted to meet you. Let me show you two around. If you think my home is a good fit for you, I would be so glad to have two caring souls look after it while I'm away."

On second thought, J considered, she doesn't even seem to notice I'm naked.

Tracie showed them around. The house was an older beach bungalow, built of wood and well-maintained. A large porch went all along the beach side of the house, elevated on posts a full story above the sand. A large living/kitchen area took up most of the space; there was a master bedroom and a loft reachable with stairs so steep they might be a ladder. On the ground floor was an enclosed laundry and storage area and an open parking area under the main part of the house. J went out on the porch and let the breeze off the ocean blow across her body. Low dunes extended from under the porch for about 100 yards, and then there was the beach itself. Waves of surf contrasted white against a deep blue sea. Far out to the horizon was a long line of tall white clouds. She took a deep breath. So much had happened in the last 12 hours. The sound of the surf blended into memory of Mish's hard-on pounding into her. She threw her head back and basked in the sensations of the moment, both present and remembered.

"Ah, here she is." Her mother's voice. J shook herself out of reverie and turned around. "So what do you think?" her mother questioned.

J turned and smiled at her mother and Tracie. "It's perfect."

"Okay, it's a done deal," Irene said to Tracie, giving her a hug. "We'll move in the first of the month and take absolutely excellent care of the place. You don't have a thing to worry about."

"I know, that's such a relief. I've given you a key. I'll leave instructions and anything else you'll need on the kitchen table. Oh, and, J, you'll probably be happy to know the resolution passed."

"Um, okay. That's good," she said, still absorbed in thoughts of waves and Mish. She waved good-bye and followed her mother down the steps. As they drove off her mother enthused about house sitting, the beach, being by the ocean, what a nice person Tracie is, hopes that she might be a new friend, and on and on. J drifted off into her own thoughts, her mother's words simply floating past. When the car pulled into a parking lot J looked up to see that they were in front of a pink and yellow, extremely cute gift shop. Again Irene insisted that J get out of the car. They walked into the shop, windchimes clanging loudly as the door opened and shut. It was one of those places with not an inch of empty space. Even the ceiling was hung solidly from one end to the other with shell windchimes, windsocks, decorative flags, kites and other doodads.

"Hello," called a cheery voice from somewhere behind tables of knickknacks.

Irene looked around, picked things up and finally settled on a small box made of blue-green sea glass. J was surprised that such a beautiful little object could be found among all the trinkets. The woman with the cheery voice turned out to have a mass of tightly wound blonde curls. As she rang up their order she exclaimed, "It's so nice to see you've embraced the new ordinance so quickly. It's really going to make things wonderful. Now, if we can just get the new beach approved as well."

J nodded. The second time someone had mentioned an ordinance. She guessed that the beach might be the nudist thing her mom had mentioned Tracie supporting.
"Bye," called out the cheery voice as the chimes clanged on their way out.

The next stop was another small beach shop that sold fruit. At least here it was clear why they might welcome a naked girl: a large poster on the front door announced a rally for the new nude beach. J noticed that the date was for the day after tomorrow. Feeling somewhat assured that she knew what was going on she wandered the aisles looking over all the displays of exotic fruits. "Coming to the rally, hon," asked a very tan lady who was looking over a display of guavas.

"Um, maybe. I have to ask my mom," replied J honestly.

"We really need support from kids like you that have already stripped; hope to see you there." The lady wandered off to another aisle.

J looked down at herself. She was beginning to get used to being naked, but she was definitely stripped. It was certainly odd that nobody seemed more concerned that she was shopping naked, or was it just that her mother had somehow picked out only the stores where people were in support of a new nude beach?

"Let's stop for coffee," suggested Irene. "I left a message for Sarina to see if she could meet us, but I haven't heard back."

They pulled into a parking lot next to a busy area of shops. "Come on J," her mother urged, holding the door open. J stepped out and felt the blast of heat rising up from the pavement. They weren't right next to the beach any more and there wasn't the cooling breeze she'd been enjoying. The asphalt was hot on her bare feet. She stepped quickly to the cooler concrete pavement of the sidewalk. It was only then that she noticed that they were in a much more crowded area than they'd been in all day. People were quite obviously pointing and staring.

"Mommy, that girl is naked," whined a three year old being pulled along by her mother.

"Oh, man. Naked girls!" exclaimed a boy who looked to be about her own age.

"Tyler, don't point, that's rude," chastised another mother, herself staring daggers at J.

"Let's hustle, mom," J urged her mom in a low voice. "I don't like this at all."

Irene stepped up her pace, but only slightly. As they came around the corner she waved. "Oh, look, J. There they are. They made it!"

J looked ahead. Sitting under an umbrella at the outdoor cafe were Michael and his mother. Michael's eyes got big.

"Sarina, I didn't hear back from you, but I'm so glad you're here. Guess what, I'm going to be able to house sit starting the first of the month. Imagine, me living next to the beach. You'll have to come visit!"

"J," teased Michael, "I thought it was boys who were supposed to be on display!" Michael was dressed in extremely brief running shorts made of some thin type of fabric as well as a low cut pink tank top; but dressed he was.

"Shut up, Mish," J retorted, but so sweetly. He stuck his tongue out at her.

"Kids," admonished Irene. "Do you want something to eat?"

"Yeah, I'm starving," exclaimed J.

"There's no table service. Why don't you two go in and place our order. I want a banana mango smoothie. Sarina, what will you have -- my treat!"

"Oh, Irene, you don't have to treat me," protested Sarina.

"Nonsense, besides, these two lovely teens are eager to please. Just tell them what you want."

Sarina decided to get a fruit salad and a sweet tea. "Off you go!" She said gently, but Mish heard the order in her voice.

"Mom," pleaded J. "People aren't noticing so much while we're sitting here. Can I just . . . Mish will go, okay?"

"I want both of you to go," Irene said firmly. "You heard Sarina, now off you go."

Michael and J went inside to place the orders, J quite noticeably fully shaved and naked in public. She was well developed for a 14 year old and as soon as she started walking across the courtyard heads turned from all around. A couple of boys whistled and some followed her inside the cafe to get a better look.

"So, is she officially stripped, or are you taking a chance that no one will be checking yet?" inquired Sarina.

"No, she's officially stripped. I got one of the first chips from Tracie this morning. I put it on J right behind her ear where its supposed to go, but I don't think she was paying much attention. She seems really distracted today. I guess they were up really late last night?"

"The party went until 3 a.m. I'd like to strip Michael as well, of course. I wonder why my husband hasn't gotten the chip. He is such a major supporter of the mayor's campaign, you'd think they would have sent him one."

"Did he ask?"

"I am really not sure. Sometimes he is too busy running his company. When I see him tonight I'm going to tell him to take care of this as soon as possible."

"I'm sorry, Sarina. Do you mind if I pick this up. It's Tracie." Irene's cell phone was ringing insistently. Sarina nodded.

"Hi Tracie, what's up? . . . Really?! That would be fantastic. . . . Definitely. I'm with my friend Sarina right now . . . yes . . . Mish is J's friend . . . Thank you, I'll ask . . . Okay, I'll see you later, 'bye."

Irene folded he phone, "Sarina, Tracie remembered that tomorrow is the Nude Beach Rally. She invited all of us to stay at her house tonight and go over to the beach in the morning."

"I have a film shoot tomorrow. There is no way that I can come."

"Oh, that's too bad. I thought it would be fun. We could take Mish and J -- nude to the nude beach rally -- we could even be nude ourselves."

"Well, I'll be nude!" laughed Sarina, "But it will be in a film studio."

"I'm really sorry -- can't you change your schedule?"

"No, they are really strict about staying on track with these film shoots. My husband says I'm a natural at it, but I think that means they just make more films!"

"Do you think Mish would like to come? I could take him and J to the event tomorrow."

"If you are willing to deal with him, It would be a really huge treat for him. He hasn't been out of the house except for swim practice in months. I brought him out today to see how it would go. He seems to be fairly obedient. I do insist that he be nude if at all possible--he's really not supposed to be wearing clothes at all. His father is quite adamant that a boy needs to be raised naked and in Mish's case it seems to be helping quite a lot."

"Well, of course he'll be naked, Sarina. You don't think I'd let him wear clothes if it weren't necessary!"

"It's probably just as well. I was going to be so tempted to give him another one of those Viagra shots this evening. I'd keep him hard like that all the time if I could. Oh, you haven't seen him since we gave him the shot, have you? I made J administer it -- she was a little scared to handle the needle, but she did well. The shot is good for 24 hours, so he's still hard. We'll strip him down when we get to your car and you can see him before the shot wears off. Anyway, if you take him tonight I won't be able to give him another one; my husband says it is dangerous to be on the medication for more than 24 hours at a time -- that we could end up at the emergency room. Something about too much blood and the tissues becoming so engorged he won't be able to get soft again. I don't know, it doesn't sound that terrible, but I'm not supposed to do it."

Sarina looked off into the distance.

"Well," ventured Irene, "I'm happy to take him, if he wants to come with us."

"It isn't up to him," snapped Sarina. "I've made up my mind. Oh, here they come now."

J and Michael had emerged from the cafe with two trays laden with food and beverages. They looked relaxed enough, smiling and talking.

"J, we've been invited to spend the night at Tracie's," her mother informed her, "and Michael, you've been invited, too, if you want to come."

Michael looked over at J, but his mother was quick to interject, "I have filming to do Michael and I'm very busy. I just can't have you at home doing nothing. As Irene has very kindly offered to have you for the day, I am requiring you to be with them tonight. You can come home tomorrow evening."

Michael squelched a huge grin and simply replied, "yes, mother."

"That's settled!" Sarina stated. "What did you kids get us for lunch?"

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"Irene, I really want you to see Michael before I take off." They stood in front of Irene's car, getting ready to drive up the coast to Tracie's place. "Michael, please undress so that Irene can see how nice and hard you are!"

"Mother!"

"She's the only one who didn't get to see you all perked up for the party last night."

"But, we're standing in a public parking lot."

"J is completely naked and nobody seems to care. Besides its only for a minute, then you'll be on your way."

Under his mother's insistent gaze Michael peeled his tank top off and stepped out of the thin running shorts. Irene nodded appreciatively at Michael's still-hard erection. "Very nice! I can see why you are tempted to give him another shot."

Michael kept his face expressionless and stood there for inspection.

"Okay, mom," interjected J, "can we go now?"

Sarina picked up Michael's clothes and bundled the tiny bits of fabric into her purse. "You're only taking them to the rally, correct? I don't think you'll be needing these. Michael, behave yourself or I'll have your father speak with you."

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Tracie was in the kitchen making up a large salad, a fruit platter, and a large pitcher of iced tea. Michael and J were on the porch watching the light change colors as the sun sank behind them. Long rays of pink and orange shot out across the water as the sun dropped below the clouds. Wind picked up off the shore.

"I have do admit the breeze feels really good on naked skin," J remarked.

Michael nodded. Tracie had made no remarks about his nudity, or his erection, when they arrived. She was wearing a long orange and green patterned robe and seemed very happy to meet him. "She didn't seem to notice I was naked, either," J had said when he mentioned it to her. "I just don't get why she wears such long gowns when she's supposedly a nudist." Michael shrugged. He didn't understand the behavior of most people.

"Supper's ready," called Irene. "If you two will help move the table and chairs out here we thought it would be nice to eat on the porch."

J and Michael moved furniture, Irene spread a colorful tablecloth and Tracie brought out the food and dishes. As the sun set on the Gulf coast of Florida, they watched it indirectly in the changing patterns of light and shadow on the clouds and waves of the Atlantic spread out before them. Feeling satisfied, but unwilling to move away from the panoramic scene in front of them, they sat quietly on the porch after supper.

"So, you two seem like you know each other pretty well." Michael realized Tracie was addressing J and himself.

The two teens nodded slightly bashfully.

"It's nice to see young people so comfortable with their bodies! Have you been nudists for a long time?"

"Well, Michael's the one who has been naked the longest," ventured J, looking at him to assess whether she should continue talking about him. "What would you say, Michael . . . for a year?"

"I haven't been allowed to wear clothes at home since last Thanksgiving."

"And then he spent the summer in France completely naked," added J. "But it was me that was on display today." She looked at her mother, "Someone managed to drag me all over the place without a stitch of clothing. I don't even know why nobody complained! Meanwhile, Mr. Naked Boy over here was wearing clothes for the first time since I've met him. That's the truth! Personally, I thought it was boys who were supposed to let it all hang out!"

Tracie let out a deep and comfortable laugh. "Well, I have to say I like boys being on display! Why don't you sit right behind Michael there, that's right, straddle him, reach around and jack him off." Seeing J's look she continued, "No, I'm not joking. You two are good friends or I'm much mistaken."

J looked at her mother from her position behind Michael. The tips of her breasts were touching his shoulder blades, making them feel all tingly. Irene smiled and nodded. J moved her hands around Michael's waist and found his penis. He wasn't as hard as when they had arrived at Tracie's. The Viagra injection was wearing off. He was quickly erect again, however, as she ran her hand up his shaft. She pinched the tip and pulled down softly on his length, drew it up and pulled down harder. He closed his eyes. It was happening again. He was being jacked off in front of a group of people. What was it with sex and food? Last time it had been his family over snacks; now it was three females after supper. J continued to masturbate him -- it felt so good. Too bad, if this is what they wanted to do to him, he was going to enjoy it. J toyed with his dick, ran her nails over the skin, circled the glans with the pad of her finger and then pulled down hard. She jacked him so vigorously he almost came in two more minutes, but at the last minute she stopped. Her other hand went to his belly and tickled his skin right down to the base of his dick. He felt her breasts, soft and firm against his back. She leaned forward and kissed his ear and whispered soft, for his hearing only, "I love you, Mish." He grinned. Her hand sped up, jacking up and down vigorously and he shot out into space, his ejaculate spewing out onto the boards of the deck. He bucked his hips and thrust forward, his back pushing against J's body. She held her grasp, pumping him again as his body tried to arc into the air to follow the sperm that continued to jet out of him.

In the end he fell back into her waiting arms and lay panting in post-climactic pleasure.

"That was beautiful," Tracie said softly. "Why don't you two run down to the water before bedtime."

It was dark and stars glimmered between the clouds. A sliver of moon showed a hand width above the horizon. The lights of a ship moved along, heading south. The beach was windy now and the tide was coming up. J held Michael's hand and they walked silently over the sand, still warm from the day, and into the waves that foamed and curled around their ankles, their knees, their waists. Michael plunged himself into the dark waves, swam out about 10 yards, flipped over in the waves and let himself be carried back to shore. He stood on the sand shaking himself off, seawater draining off him in streams. J laughed, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. "I'm glad you let me do that," she said in his ear.

"I guess I should get used to being jacked off at the dinner table."

"Come on Mish, it was fun!"

"I can't believe Tracie even suggested it."

"You're a beautiful boy, Mish. Women love to watch. I told you boys should be on display!"

When they got back to the house Irene was eager to speak to them. "J, Michael, I got a call from the manager of the Nude Beach campaign -- you know, the group that's organizing the event tomorrow to rally for a new nude beach. Anyway, Bloomingdales -- the main store down in Miami Beach -- wants to put a boy and a girl in their shop window to support the campaign. The manager called Tracie to ask if she could suggest anyone and, voila, she said the two perfect candidates were staying at her house. But, there's more. The mayor of Miami Beach is volunteering to put his two kids in the display, too. His office says they'll send a car to pick you up in the morning. So, do you want to do it?

"What would we have to do?" asked J.

"They're going to set up a big display window as if it's a beach and you four kids will play."

J looked at Michael, who shrugged, "why not. It could be fun."

"Okay," said J, "we'll do it."

"I just need to call Sarina. I'm sure she'll be okay with it. Evidently Bloomingdales needs some legal documents taken care of in advance."

Irene called Sarina, and then called the mayor's liaison, and Bloomingdale's. Sarina was too busy filming, she said, to drive all the way over to Tracie's or to Bloomingdale's in the morning.

"Our attorney will come to the house in the morning before you have to leave," Sarina had told Irene. "He's authorized to sign all the documents. Then Michael will be an officially stripped nudist boy."

J and Michael climbed the steep stairs into the loft. The steep sides of the roof sloped down, enclosing the space in an inverted V. At the end was a window, open to the breeze off the ocean and the roar of the ocean. They made love. Michael took care to lavish attention on J, bringing her to orgasm three times before allowing himself to shoot deep into her vagina, his penis up against her cervix. Then they slept soundly until the rays of the rising sun blinded them as they shot straight through the eastward facing window of the loft.

J smiled at Michael as his eyes blinked open from sleep and quickly shut against the bright sunlight. They crawled down the ladder and ran out across the sand and into the ocean.

"Brrrr . . . it gets colder overnight," shivered Michael.

"It's a good wake-up! Just think, I can do this every morning while we're house sitting. You'll have to come spend the night!"

"I hope my mother stays busy with her own activities. It sure makes it easier to get permission."

While they were eating breakfast the attorney sent by Michael's mother climbed the narrow back stairs and knocked on the door. Michael recognized him from times he'd stopped by the house, always with a briefcase and bundle of documents for his mother to sign. Today was no exception. He cleared a corner of the breakfast table, unlatched his case and opened a folder.

"Young man, you have no need to sign anything since everything is being handled by your mother. However, just to make sure that everything is legit, I'll have you put your thumbprint right here to document that it was indeed yourself that I communicated with this morning." He opened a small flat container, rotated Michael's thumb carefully over its black, inky surface, then lifted the thumb and once again rotated it carefully on the paper. A crisp thumbprint showed as Michael lifted his thumb back up. "Fortunately your mother was able to locate your Florida ID card, since that was a necessary requirement. I do have a small gift for you." He removed something small from the folder, reached out and stuck it behind Michael's left ear. "That's it. My responsibilities are complete for the moment."

Michael was a bit mystified, but didn't have much time to think about it. At that moment a long stretch limo pulled up in front of the bungalow. They all climbed down the stairs. The driver opened the back doors.

"Good morning. I'm supposed to have two passengers," the driver checked his clipboard, "Michael and J." Everyone moved aside leaving the two naked teens. "Looks like you're my passengers," he chuckled. "Everyone else, I'll have them back here this afternoon around 4 p.m."

"Um, do we need clothes?" J was getting tired of asking the question, but just in case.

"You're doing a promotion for a nude beach, honey child!" exclaimed Tracie.

"Right'o," replied J. "Just checking."

Michael and J enjoyed the long ride down the coast to Miami Beach. The driver pulled out a cabinet of juices, complete with crystal goblets and ice cubes. He pointed out the music controls and how to push the call button should they need him for any reason. Then the tinted window slid silently into place, separating them from the driver. Their part of the vehicle was large and luxuriously padded. There were separate air conditioning controls on each side, music selection panel, volume controls, and bass and treble selectors. They experimented with the other buttons and discovered that the tinting on the windows could be adjusted from medium to dark. This intrigued Michael enough that he tried it several times. Finally he tinted the windows as dark as they would go and leaned over and put his hand on J's breast and reached in for a kiss. He was gratified that she kissed him back eagerly enough. This was certainly an adventure. The two of them, in the mayor's limousine, cruising down the highway on their way to posing completely nude in the display window of Bloomingdale's. It made Michael feel wonderfully adventurous.

"What do you think? Can we fuck back here," he asked J.

She promptly pushed the intercom button. "Excuse me, sir," she spoke into the microphone. "How long before we reach our destination."

"45 minutes, ma'am," the driver responded.

"Thank you."

"Sure," she said to Michael, "I think we have time."

Whether the driver could hear, or even see, what they were up to, we will never know. Discretion is the first word for employees of politicians. Besides, who knows how many trysts had taken place in the deep leather seats of that limousine. Suffice it to say that the circumstances alone were enough to heighten the experience for our new young lovers. Exuberant, sweaty and reeking of sex, J and Michael stepped out of the limousine at the back entrance of Bloomingdale's. The driver, ever courteous, let them know he would be there to pick them up when it was time. A perky young intern from the mayor's office greeted them and whisked them inside. Bloomingdale's staff met them and ushered them into a back room. There were racks of clothes, make-up tables with lights all around the mirrors -- just like movie stars have in their dressing rooms -- hair dryers, mannequins, and piles of props of all sizes.

"Hello my dears," gushed a young man, rushing up to them. "My name is James. We don't have much time, but I assure you that we will have you picture perfect before you step into that window. Hop into the shower and then we'll see what needs doing. He opened a door and guided J and Michael into adjoining shower stalls. "Now no fooling around," he teased, "I need you out in 7 minutes."

When she stepped out of the shower, J, looked for a towel. Not finding one she stepped back into the main room. James held out an oversize white towel and wrapped it around her. It was impossibly soft. Michael stepped out a minute later and was wrapped in a similar towel. Over the next twenty minutes James did J's hair, blow drying it and giving it a slight application of gel and a curl. He applied a bit of make-up to her eyes and a slight blush to her cheeks. "It's for the window." he explained. "Not as extreme as on stage, but still the lighting bleaches things out a little. The make-up just makes you look natural." He followed up with a blow dry for Michael, a bit of highlight streaking in his hair for "the beach look" and some face make-up. He held up a bottle of moisturizing lotion. "Are you two friends?" he asked, arching his eyebrows. "Oh, don't mind me, I'm not asking about your sex life."

J and Michael both blushed. "Ah, you are friends," nodded James, sagely. "You can apply the lotion to one another while I go see about our new arrivals."

The two teens hadn't noticed, but two children had arrived. They looked to be about 11 or 12 years old, a boy and a girl. The boy was wearing long shorts and a polo shirt. The girl had on a skirt and blouse. Both wore expensive sports shoes.

"Let me introduce you all to one another," said James, "since you'll be spending the rest of the day in a shop window together! Tomas and Ana, Michael and J. Tomas and Ana are the mayor's children; and Michael and J are our volunteer nude models! We'll go over the activities when we take a look at the window." Tomas and Ana nodded shyly, their eyes taking in Michael and J's naked bodies.

By the time they were ready, Tomas was wearing flowered blue and white board shorts, Ana was in a red one piece swim suit. James led them out of the dressing room and down a service corridor. "This is the way we get around the store without the shoppers seeing us," explained James, "and here is the really cool part." He opened a small door, "Take a peek inside." The four children each took a turn. Inside was what looked like a beach. There was sand and toys and a beach umbrella, even a palm tree. One whole side was painted like a view of the ocean with distant clouds. On the other side was a huge pane of glass and traffic whizzing by on Biscayne Boulevard. "That's the window where you'll be spending the day! And, just on time, here's our store manager, Mr. Gustavo."

"Good morning, everyone, I am so happy you can take part in Bloomingdale's support for the new nude beach. Let me explain how we'll be doing this. Being in a store window is like being on stage at a performance, except that the audience changes as the day goes on. So, we like to keep it interesting for each new group that shows up, attract their attention for a while, and then move on to something else. Two of you are already stripped -- that's great. And by midday you youngsters will be stripped as well. I'm sure you won't be shy for long because we're going to make it fun for you four as well." Gustavo went on to describe how they were going to orchestrate the events. Then he opened the small door and the four of them clambered up into the window space.

The first activity was sunscreen application. They could see cars going back and forth on the Boulevard. A few people walked past, not bothering to look into the window. Michael and J daubed sunscreen into their hands and applied it to the two younger children, working it along the edges of their bathing suits, along arms, legs, carefully applying it to their faces. They did their best to imagine they were on a real beach. Tomas suggested they make a sand castle. J went over and found two shovels and a bucket. Mindful of the manager's instructions they made sure they faced toward the window as they worked. Michael went and unfolded the beach umbrella and set it up. He noticed that two businessmen had evidently discovered that there was a nude teenage girl in the window. He was pointing at J and his face was moving in a very animated manner. it was funny to think that he was talking excitedly to his friend because they couldn't hear a sound on their side of the glass. Realizing that observers couldn't hear them either, Michael let J know that they were attracting attention.

"Some guys have discovered you're naked J!"

"Oh, that's exciting," J replied in mockery, pretending she was having a normal beachside conversation with Michael. "Shall we set up a picnic?"

At that moment something exciting did happen. A toy plane flew over their heads, from one end of the display window to the other. It was just like those planes at the beach that pull a long advertising banner behind them. Invisible wires held up the plane and the banner. It read "Bloomingdales supports the nude beach campaign." J and Michael pointed the plane out to Tomas and Ana, who looked up from their sandcastle and pointed up at the toy plane as if it really were in the sky. Michael and J gesticulated and pointed at the plane as well. More people were gathering on the street, staring at the tableau of children on the beach, two of them quite naked, and the plane with the message giving some meaning to the display.

They worked some more on the castle and then J noticed that someone had pushed a large cooler through the door. That was their cue to move on to the next activity.

"Hey everyone, its time to set up our picnic. Tomas and Ana stood and stretched. Michael reached down and brushed sand off of the two younger kids. Then he stood up and stretched. J was pretty sure that several girls outside screamed in appreciation when Michael displayed his body like that.

Ana and J opened the cooler. At the top was a picnic blanket that they spread out over the sand. Michael and Tomas helped the girls take out fruit, plates, and sandwiches. There were big slices of watermelon.

"Okay, kids, we're going to have to get you naked to eat this watermelon. It's just too messy!" said Michael, following the instructions they'd been given earlier in the day by the manager. This was the big moment when they were going to entertain the crowd by taking off Tomas' and Ana's bathing suits. Michael pulled Ana's suit off her shoulders and helped her as she squirmed out of it. J untied the drawstring on Tomas' board shorts and pulled them down from the waistband as he lifted first one leg and then the other. J handed out big watermelon slices and all four naked children stood in the window eating melon and spitting the seeds at the window. The plane with the banner flew overhead again. A large crowd was gathered outside, no doubt wondering what was going on and discussing the children, the scene, the message . . . who knows what else?

A whole afternoon of activities lay ahead. A fine mist filled the display window and the children danced around in it. This was not just an act. The south Florida sun heated the space up like a green house and sweat was rolling down the children's naked skin until the mist started up. After the cool down, they did body painting. Michael was thrilled to daub colors and shapes all over J's body. Ana watched, fascinated, when J hardened Mish's penis so she could increase the surface area and did a series of intricate dots, waves and slashes to match the design she'd done on his torso. Ana turned her attention to Tomas who seemed in awe at what Ana was doing to him. All four children eventually ended up painted. A newspaper photographer had moved part of the crowd on the sidewalk aside so that he could snap photos through the plate glass window. The body painting ended with the four of them dumping buckets of water over each other's heads and sluicing the color in streams off their bodies.

A young woman in a bikini climbed through the window, set up a placard and got her equipment ready. "Tanning spray available in our salon," read the sign. She first scrubbed each child down with a large yellow sponge, getting rid of the last traces of body paint. Each child got a full spray tan while the crowd outside swelled even larger. The effect of the fully tanned look was stunning. A voice called to them from the small doorway.

"Time to come out of the window," called the manager. Michael, J, Tomas and Ana scrambled out of the window. A few minutes later an easel was put up on the fake beach with a photo of the four children just after they'd been spray tanned. "Bloomingdale's supports the campaign for a new nude beach," read the sign under the photo.

No sooner had the kids gotten out of the window than they were surrounded by reporters. Michael had no idea how they'd gotten into the inner workings of the department store, but there they were, swarms of photographers and TV cameras and reporters with microphones and pens and pads.

"How's it feel to be stripped?" Was the question on the lips of every reporter. Not knowing what they were talking about, J said she simply hadn't had a chance to get any clothes on since she was at a party two days ago. This brought a great laugh from all assembled.

"I was in France all summer and never wore clothes, so I'm sort of used to it," state Michael.

"It was a lot of fun," reported Ana.

"Our dad is helping make the new nude beach," said her brother, Tomas.

"Yeah, we can't wait to play on it," Ana added.

* * *

Meanwhile, the mayor was speaking to the assembled crowd at the proposed new clothing optional beach in Hallandale, some miles north of Miami.

"We have had a very successful clothing optional beach in Haulover for decades. In fact, the clothing optional section is consistently more popular than the other part of the beach. Among families, young people, the elderly, residents, tourists, in short, everyone has enjoyed the prospect of coming to the beach and enjoying the freedom of sun, sand and water in that perfect suit, the birthday suit. I can see that we have a lot of adherents to that philosophy here today." Indeed, almost everyone present was naked. It was unlikely the police were going to be enforcing nudity laws at a rally being attended by political luminaries that wielded as major an influence as the Mayor of Miami, even if this was out of his jurisdiction.

The mayor was but one of a string of politicians and activists eager to show up on behalf of a very popular local issue. While the adults listened to the "boring" speeches, the children of course weren't only stripped down, but frolicking in the waves, building sand castles, throwing frisbees, playing tag and engaging in all the other delights of beach fun.

"I do want to put in a plug for a related issue," continued the mayor. "Just three days ago the commissioners of Broward and Dade counties passed separate but identical ordinances legalizing nudity for children. Any parent or guardian can now let their child enjoy the same nudity that you cherish here on a clothing optional beach. But, your child can enjoy it 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, anywhere in the two counties for their entire childhood. What a gift! I notice that none of the children are here listening to me drone on . . . " He paused while the audience laughed, "but being a parent myself, I know what a chore it is to get two wet kids off the beach and into dry clothing. If you want to avoid the hassle, we've set up the very first Quick Strip vending booths. They are at the exits before you get to the parking areas and a quick stop is all it takes and you can legally keep your child naked, just the way he or she is right now. Finally," said the mayor, "to show my support for the clothing optional beach campaign and the new ordinances, I have had my own dear children, Ana and Tomas, stripped. At this very moment they are in fact naked in the display window of Bloomingdale's on Biscayne Boulevard." The crowd cheered and roared. "Thank you for your time, and don't forget the QS booths at the exits."

Over 120 children were stripped as supporters of the clothing optional beach left that day. Not many of the children realized what was happening, except that they were happy not to have to get dressed, but the immediate presence of that many naked children gave the new ordinance a jump start in the two counties.

* * *

Back at Bloomingdale's the chauffeur was waiting for all four children at the back entrance. They piled into the back. As they pulled away Michael showed Ana and Tomas how to change the window tinting. "We know all about that," Tomas said, "What do you think -- this is our dad's car!"

Michael looked a little put out, but only briefly. The four had gotten to know one another over the course of their many hours together in the window, and they were no longer shy.

The limo pulled up alongside a garden cafe. As he escorted them from the vehicle people looked, but they didn't stare or interrupt. Waiting at a table were Irene and Celia, the mayor's wife and mother to Ana and Tomas.

"How did it go? I saw you on TV," enthused Irene. Celia was giving the newly naked Tomas and Ana big hugs.

"Those are incredible tans," Irene observed, "is that all from being in a window all day?"

"You obviously didn't see that part on TV," countered Michael, "they're sprayed on."

"Really, they look so good. I'll have to try that out -- it's from Bloomingdale's salon?"

J nodded. "Mom, they have this big PR campaign for the nude beach. You know, rally and all. The shop window had signs saying Bloomingdale's is in support of the nude beach. They put us in the window and had all these props and activities. But when we were done the reporters only wanted to ask us about what it's like to be stripped. What's that all about?"

"Oh," interjected the mayor's wife, "didn't you know. That's the new law that allows kids to be naked anywhere in public. You've been officially stripped. That's why we can be sitting here at a public cafe, or in the window at Bloomingdale's, or go to the mall, or go just about anywhere in public totally naked -- and it's totally legal."

"What do you mean, I've been officially stripped," demanded J.

"Well, think about it," suggested Irene, "Have you worn anything for the past couple of days, anywhere?"

"Not really, but . . . "

"What about me?" asked Michael.

"Are we stripped, too?" asked the mayor's kids.

"Yes," answered Celia, "you've all been legally stripped. That means you won't be needing any clothes until you turn 21, and it's totally legal."

"What!!!" gasped Michael.

"Yes," explained J's mother. "We couldn't have put you in the window display today if you hadn't been stripped. Your mother's lawyer took care of that the night before. He had to come by this morning to attach the microchip. It's now permanently embedded behind your ear."

Michael reached up and felt a small round bandaid. It seemed a long time ago since the attorney had come by the house this morning, but he remembered him taking something out of his brief case. "I have a present for you," he'd said. "But, J . . . " Michael hesitated.

J reached up and felt one behind her ear as well, "Mom . . . ?"

"You," her mother replied, "were actually 'stripped' the night you took your clothes off for the party. You got one of the very first Quick Strip microchips in the entire county."

END OF BOOK TWO

(The End)