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Virgin shops for her first experience.

I was about to wrap the towel around my waist when I decided to up the ante: I kicked off my briefs and threw them behind the door. Then wrapping the towel around my waist, I opened the door.

I got the same reaction as two days ago. Some blushed, some were shocked. Before the leader, a white-haired old lady, could finish her first sentence, I cut her off. "You're welcome to come in and tell me about your church, but I'm a home nudist. I will be as God made me... naked."

I got the same spark in my balls that moved up my back to make the hair on my neck stand up.

They also walked quickly away, mentioning that I wasn't worth the time of trying to save.

Again, I closed the door and dropped my towel. I was so horny that I just knelt down and jacked off right there behind the door. Once again, it was the thought of actually exposing myself to those old ladies that got me worked up. Still, the very thought of it actually happening terrified me.

The same routine played out of the next two weeks. A group of church ladies would knock on my door. I'd tell them I was a home nudist. They'd be horrified and leave, then I'd masturbate. I'd taken to actually being a home nudist. The only "clothing" I kept outside my bedroom was the towel I kept draped over the church by my front door. I was loving this little game of mine, even skipped a couple of afternoon classes so I could be home when the church ladies knocked on my door.

Then the knocks stopped. I was still naked at home and still masturbating to fantasies of exposing myself to church ladies, but I figured their recruitment season (or whatever it was called) had ended. I felt a little sad... withdrawals, I guess.

About a month later, I was home when there was a knock on my door. I jumped up and ran to the door. Looking through the peephole, I saw two overweight, frumpy women holding packets in their hands. One was tall, maybe around 6 feet or so in her heels, while the other was closer to my height, maybe 5'6". The taller one looked older, about 50 while the shorter one was in her 30's. I almost squealed I was so happy. More church ladies to mess with!

I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door, a big grin on my face.

"Oh, excuse me," the older woman said, "did you just get out of the shower?"

I shook my head. "Nope, I'm a home nudist. So if you want to tell me about your church, you're welcome to, but I'll be as God made me."

I stood there trying not to laugh. Both of them were a little taken aback, but they didn't leave. They looked at each other, smiled, then back to me. The older woman said, "Well, we're not from any church, but we'll come in for a few minutes."

I stood frozen as they walked right past me into my apartment. I felt a frozen chill start in my chest and move quickly to my groin. Inside I wanted to scream.

They sat down on my couch, putting their folders down on the coffee table in front of them.

I managed to wake up enough to close the door and walk over to them. I kept a death grip on my towel. This was no longer a masturbating fantasy. I was fucking terrified and wanted this nightmare to end.

The older woman introduced them. "I'm Virginia and this is Julie."

I shook their hands.

"We're not from a church," Virginia said, "we're from the city museum society and we're selling tickets to a showing of European nude paintings, so we don't mind nudity in the least."

I sat down on a nearby chair, still wearing my towel. I was hoping they'd forget I was still wearing it. "So how much are these tickets," I asked, hoping to buy a couple and then send them on their way.

"At the door they'll be $15.00," Julie said, "but in advance they're only $10.00."

I nodded. "Okay, I'll go get my wallet. It's in my bedroom."

Virginia stopped me. "Before you go, if it's not too much trouble, young man, could you get us some water or ice tea? It's really hot outside."

"Okay," I said, turning towed my kitchen.

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