Elliott handed me a glass of red wine. I drank it. I
don’t normally drink any alcohol. I don’t normally go
to a party naked.

The drive across the island was only a few minutes –
I could feel the effects of the wine and felt myself
loosening up. A valet took our car as we pulled up in
front of the mansion on the bay side of Miami Beach.
When we walked in, I realized this was a different
league than our normal “suburban” lifestyle.

There were very attractive young men and women to open
the doors and offer to take our coats, drinks, hors
d’oeuvres, etc. You noticed them immediately – all they
were all bare-chested, men and women. At least I
wouldn’t be the only one with bare boobs.

The next thing I noticed is it was going to be a lot
more than 100 people – probably closer to 200 – I took
another glass of wine when it was offered and then again
heard, “May I take your coat?”

Here was the moment of truth. I gulped the wine and
unbuttoned my coat, letting it fall open. Then as
gracefully, as possible I let it slide off my body. And
there I was – nude – for all to see. The young man who
took my coat never missed a beat as he handed Elliott a
claim check and pointed to the party going on in a
downstairs ballroom.

As we walked around I drew quite a few stares – there
were other women besides myself in various states of
undress – but I was the only one without any clothing
what so ever. I was scared and excited all at the same
time. We made our way around and found our host. He did
a double take as I instantly buried the idea that we
were “too laid back!”

Kissing me on the cheek he said, “Iri, I know I said
‘bare as you dare,’ but I didn’t think you’d really do
it.”

“Too much?” I asked with trepidation.

“Oh NO! You’ll be the hit of the party! And before it’s
over they’ll be others who’ll join you.”

What a night. We danced. We met new friends. We went
hot-tubbing with three other couples even though it was
almost 50 degrees out on the deck. Now my hose and heels
came off and so I was for all purposes completely naked.
(The other couples put back on their underwear after the
hot tub adventure but I just enjoyed the incredible
absolute freedom. And yes – I was very turned on.
Elliott would feel me and check to see just how “hot and
bothered” I was when no one was looking.

After midnight we stole away to an upstairs bedroom and
he took care of my problem – at least until we go back
to our condo. With all the drinking (and probably drugs)
and lack of clothing did it turn into an “orgy?” No. I
know we saw other couples sneaking up stairs to the
bedrooms but they were some of the nicest behaved people
I’ve ever been around at a party.