Hot for teacher

Parents of a high school class in Hungary are upset that the class’s teacher (described as an attractive twenty-something female) stripped down to her underwear at a school party, on a dare.  

The students are upset that another teacher stepped in and stopped the show; apparently, she was giving no indication that she was planning on stopping.  

Clearly, I went to the wrong schools.

(No, she’s not being fired.  The principal, after carefully and extensively reviewing video of the incident, ruled that it was just “a bit of fun“).  Also, applications to the school have quadrupled.  Okay, that last sentence was a joke.

Getting naked in public and saving the earth

Two worthy enough goals, right?

From the Associated Press:

PORTLAND, Ore. (AP) — Portland Police took a waterfront Lady Godiva down a notch this week. Barely. They were getting calls about a nude skater whizzing past tourists and rush-hour commuters.

But you can do that in Oregon, where occasional nude bike rides draw police only for crowd control and shows featuring live sex acts are protected as free speech.

The skater, Gennifer Moss, aka Earth Friend Gen, asked organizers for permission this summer to skate naked in the city of Ashland’s Fourth of July parade. She didn’t get it.

Police told her to tone it down after construction workers complained.

Moss donned a string bikini bottom for the nonce and skated on.

Police say most callers are concerned about her safety.

Wait — construction workers are complaining about naked women?  What’s the world coming to?

More pics and discussion here.

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Caught in the act

We were pretty much finished anyway, which was fortunate.

Josephette’s hands were bound in polyester scarves and tied to the frame.  Of the couch.  In the TV room.  I was still using her favorite dildo on her, though we were pretty much done with the second vibrator.

Myself, I had finished earlier — and really, so had she.  Ten minutes prior, she had been screaming, arching her back, gasping for breath.  Now, though, the screaming was done.  She still had the dildo inside, but I was just slowly alternating between the lowest setting and turned off altogether — drawing out the afterglow a little, relaxing, as we cooled off.  We were both dripping with sweat, lying on the couch, naked as jaybirds (unless you count the scarves around her hands), exhausted and euphoric in the rush of post-sex endorphins.

And then came the voice.

“Hello?  Hello?”  It was coming from the front door.  Oh, snap.  We left the front door wide open, didn’t we?

Tis the Season

Nakations in the New York Times

Today’s New York Times has a great article about the rise in “nakations” — hotels, resorts, and cruises for the clothing-optional. The article notes that:

To many, the mention of a nudist resort conjures up images of isolated beach colonies with volleyball courts, hippie-style gatherings in a secluded campground or R.V. parks tucked away in the woods for vacationers who still talk reverently about the Summer of Love.

And while those kinds of offerings still exist for Mr. Massa and his fellow naturalists, as they prefer to be called, the real boom in nude vacations is coming at the high end of the business, as upscale hotels and resorts, and even some luxury cruise lines, have begun to see the economic potential in the no-clothes crowd — particularly those who want to shed their clothes but not their pampered lifestyles.