In a world without clothes it’s only natural that a business would pop up to take advantage of that. I work with those people, separate and above the harsh exposure of the world below. I sell desire without partaking.
This weekend was the culmination of so much work. A massive three day expo dedicated to celebrating our newfound and collective fascination with a world where clothing doesn’t exist.
Nothing can go wrong.
They told me she was missing, a model for the main stage. She was supposed to demonstrate all the latest tools and toys, and she was nowhere to be seen. I had no choice. I had to take her place.
Up here in front of everyone. Pleasured over and over. Losing myself to the power of it in a way I never expected.
I’ve never felt so good before.
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Alan looked me up and down, trying to suss out my statement and then melting immediately as the meaning dawned on him. We stepped aside as the previous presenter stepped into the backstage with us and he nodded at me.
“I can’t thank you for this enough,” he said, “Just follow my lead.”
As I stepped out past the curtain with him I felt the rush of attention on me again. I’d tried to ignore it but it was undeniable, there was something potent about being out here.
My climax hadn’t just been about my pleasure, it had been so much more nuanced than that. There was something about their eyes on me, watching me. Something about the allure of their stares and the potency of their attention. Something about being up here and being so very exposed that was core to all of this, that made this so much stronger than it had ever been before.
Casting my mind back to memories over public encounters over the time since the change I found that in all of mine that thrill was lacking. I’d always taken my partners and dragged them off somewhere private. I’d always tried to keep myself at least a little hidden.
But there were so many people I saw who had embraced their exposure. Who had taken the excitement and thrill of being exposed and run with it. Who had experienced this new world so much more fully than I had.
I’d always seen exposure as a sort of unfortunate side effect of this new life. I’d always seen it as a bit of an issue that I could overcome through sheer willpower and a bit of determination.
But I’d never seen it not just as an advantage but a thrill. I’d never seen the joy that could come from it, and how in and of itself it could be something that was exciting and entrancing.
I’d never truly understood the allure.
But I did now, and standing out here on stage in front of all of those people who had seen me so very exposed I couldn’t help but start to feel that heady haze of need build up in me. I wanted to be on display for them. I wanted them to see me and want me and I wanted to be wanted by them.
One fed into the other in a feedback loop that had me nearly panting with need by the time Alan finished his speech and launched into the demonstration. He handed me the tube and directed me to my seat.
The product was lube, but lube that was specifically designed to enhance sensation and feeling. It was designed to make things more potent and powerful. As I spread some on my fingers and delicately coated the folds of my sex with it I understood just how powerful it could be.
The lightest touch was electric, making me moan instantly and gasp with desire and need. A small drop was all that was necessary to make me blush and tremble with desire, and the demonstration wasn’t about to stop there.
With my hands white-knuckle gripping the arms of the chair I stared at Alan as he reached into his bag of tricks and pulled out the long cylinder of a vibrator. I watched him flick it on and bring it close to me, and my eyes searched out through the crowd to watch their reactions.