Show Off

“I usually go to the public beach off Sunset,” continued the woman. “But that’s not nude. You gotta wear something there.”
“Well,” said Violet, “as you can see, he didn’t bring a swimsuit.”
“No, he didn’t.”
“He refuses to wear a stitch once he leaves the house.”
“Yeah?”
“Naked is the only way he’ll go.”
“Is that legal? I mean, ridin’ around like that?”
“Why? You gonna call a cop?” Violet’s tone was of a humorous vein that didn’t suggest this was a serious question.
“What reason I got to call a cop?” was the chuckling response of the bus stop lady. “If a guy wants to drive around with his wang hangin’ out, it’s no skin off my nose.”
“Nope,” chuckled Violet, “he provides all the skin!”
The two women laughed heartily. Incredibly, it seemed like they were bonding. How do women do that?
“Hey,” asked the bus stop lady, “if you’re nudists, how come you’re not naked?”
“Oh, I’m not a nudist. Just him.”
“Really?” For the first time, the woman turned to address me directly. “So you just do a solo nudie show?”
“Yeah,” I choked out.
“And you don’t care who sees?”
“I don’t care.”
The woman beamed an approving smile. “Well, that’s great. How many girls puttin’ on nudie shows for guys all over this world? Here’s a guy doin’ it the other way around. Cool.”
“Hey, you’re pretty cool, yourself,” chimed in Violet to her new friend. “Mind if I take a picture?”
“Guess not,” the woman shrugged.
In an instant, Violet had her cell phone out of her purse. She selected the camera setting, leaned backwards, and positioned the camera sideways so she could photograph both the face of the woman leaning through the window and all of me from the shins up.
“Smile.” Violet paused for the posed grins. Mine was forced. The bus stop lady’s was real. We heard the sound of the camera taking the shot. “One more!” Violet insisted. “This time, why don’t you put your arm around his shoulders. Rod, angle your body more in my direction so she can get her arm in there.”
I couldn’t change my seated position much because of the seat belt. Solution: Violet unbuckled the belt and gave it a pull to get it to retract all the way. I leaned my back so that it rested half on the seat and half on the door, giving Violet an excellent view as I felt the bus stop lady slide a hand around my bare shoulders. The feeling of a strange woman touching me as I sat there naked and posing for a picture sent goose bumps through my body.
“Cheese!” said the woman. My god!—she had gotten so cheeky!
“Big smile, Rod!” prompted Violet.
“Big rod, Rod!” joked the bus stop lady, much to the hysterical delight of my girlfriend as she snapped the photo.
Violet was still chuckling about the joke when the bus stop lady asked, “Can I take one?”
“A picture? Sure.” Violet had taken total control of the situation. I wasn’t even consulted. As the woman fished her own cell phone out of a bag, my girlfriend positioned me such that I was now angled toward the passenger side window. Violet snuggled up against me, placing one hand on my shoulder and one hand on my thigh.
“Everybody smile,” instructed the bus stop lady as she framed the image. We did, and she snapped the picture.
Violet had one more idea. “How about…?”