It was a few years ago now that I was told a humourous story by one of my work colleagues about how he accidently found himself to be naked in the company of an attractive stranger and how he actually enjoyed the brief experience. Later, I discovered the acronym CFNM and learnt what it meant…the story and this new knowledge that people actually had this fetish nagged at me for months…something about the idea thrilled me. Eventually I decided to see if it was possible to find someone willing to share my new-found desire. Being rather shy, I didn’t want to appear in a group; one-on-one was my goal. My first foray proved to be very daunting – I either didn’t receive replies or I was asked what was in it for the woman. A good point! It did seem rather selfish; it would appeal only to those women who enjoyed the sight of a man, naked before them who was clearly aroused by their company but could do little about it. Because therein lay the rub; whilst wanting an erotic time, I didn’t want to end up having intercourse. No, the appeal was to avoid intercourse per se and leave having not being touched…well, perhaps a little. Perseverance paid off however and eventually a brave woman put her hand up and accepted my request believing it to be quite comical. We agreed to meet at her place of work after hours – I was to arrive early enough so as to be seen and recognised by her colleagues and then stay ‘in a meeting’ until my date was confident no one would need to speak to her. When the moment came I was petrified; what on earth was I up to? I was married! There wasn’t anything fundamentally wrong with my marriage and yet, here I was, attempting to live out a bizarre sexual fantasy! Add to that I was genuinely very nervous about being nude in a strangers company in this way. I almost walked… My date, a heavenly beauty slightly younger than me, looked me in the eyes and suggested I was over-dressed for the interview. What interview I thought? Oh, I caught up…we hadn’t discussed this…sounded okay…and before I could consider anything further, I stripped off. Not in any fancy fashion mind you, just as casually as I could under the circumstances. What followed was a friendly chat about all manner of things – there was nervous, perhaps slightly awkward laughter with red faces all round at first but we became very comfortable in each other’s company and I thoroughly enjoyed every glance she made to my very excited. She called time about an hour later and I dressed and we bade each other a very good evening. As simple as that. I was intoxicated with the experience and it stayed with me for weeks…and then I looked for another. Once again, it took some time but another date was set – a more mature, attractive lady who thought it sounded interesting; while she was looking for an affair of sorts, she wasn’t entirely sure she was ready and decided my idea of a CFNM meet was a good way to see if she indeed was looking in earnest for something more. This time we met at her home one crisp morning. She wouldn’t immediately allow me to cross her threshold however until I was already naked; for security she assured me as I would be more manageable nude if she felt threatened. At this point it was me who felt threatened and I wasn’t sure I wished to expose my rather delicate balls to her! I did strip however and stoically entered her home…albeit my heart was pounding inside. A decision I almost regretted when she took a firm, but happily not too firm, grip of my balls and proceeded to lead me into her home – I almost panicked. She seated us on a large sofa in her tastefully decorated living room and let go of my most private bits. I was offered a drink, which I gratefully accepted despite the time and the fact that I generally don’t drink much, and the next couple of hours was actually very entertaining and most enjoyable. She teased me with brief touches throughout our date, going so far finally as to go too far and cause me to lose my load on a towel she provided me with to sit on. This only after she removed her bra and allowed me to kiss, caress, fondle and suck her most lovely breasts it must be said. All this was going further than I had initially wished but she wasn’t a woman you would want to disagree with much… It was a great experience – from the moment I hopped into my sports car to the moment I arrived at my first Client meeting of the day, I was riding a very pleasing high. I haven’t done anything since…it has been awhile but now I’m back, looking for more. I would like more of the same, drawing a fir line in terms of how far my Date and I would be willing to go – if anything beyond nudity at all – but certainly in a manner that would be mutually enjoyable. Here’s to you, girls!