We were invited to a “Walk on the Wild Side,” New Year’s
Eve party. It was held in Miami at the home of an up and
coming member of the local “hot set.” This is not a
group we normally run with — but our firm had recently
landed as an account a company owned by this
individual’s half brother, for some marketing of a
particular product on the West Coast of Florida (where
we live.)

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There was some initial concern that we might be “too
laid back,” to properly represent such an organization.
This, combined with my natural wild streak is why we
ended up in Miami for New Year’s Eve and one great
adventure. I am somewhat an exhibitionist – and my
husband Elliott doesn’t mind helping show me off.

In the past these adventures were more on the “chance
encounter” side. I would be naked in public – but if
anyone saw us it would appear to be a “chance
encounter.” Wednesday night was to be different. We
were told this was a small intimate gathering of less
than 100 people with good food, music, some live
entertainment and a real “whatever happens – happens,”
attitude.

We have friends who have a condo on South Beach and they
agreed to let us use it for the weekend. We drove down/
across early Wednesday and spent some time in the Bal
Harbour Shops – though there wasn’t much I needed to
buy – since there wasn’t much I was planning to wear.

We went out for an early dinner and then back to the
condo for me to prepare. The butterflies were going nuts
in my stomach. I stripped and showered. As I stepped out
of the shower, I saw myself naked in the full-length
mirror and realized in just a short while a hundred
people that I did not know would see me the same way.

I dried my hair, put on my makeup, and several pieces of
jewelry. Elliott watched and sensed my apprehension.
“You don’t have to go through with it if you don’t want
to,” he offered.

“I want to – I just don’t want to start and chicken
out.”

“Well,” he replied, “here’s the deal – as long as we’re
here you can say ‘no’ and we’ll stay right here in the
room and have a party of our own – but once we leave the
building, there is no turning back. Agreed.”

I swallowed hard and repeated, “Agreed.”

I sat down on the bed and picked up a pair of hose.
Black, thigh high, garterless – I quickly put them on
and then my three-inch high black heels. I looked again
in the mirror. This was unusual, in more ways than one.
I had never “dressed” to go naked before.

It was a cool night in South Florida – luckily. Elliott
helped me put on a full-length sable (faux furs – relax
animal folks) coat. I often wore hose like this with no
underwear when I didn’t want a panty line – but I had
never worn them without a dress at all!