Vinnie the Nude

Vinnie, the Nude

By Frank E. Jones

Intro

Jaswinda was a foreign student at the University in Australia where I was studying. She came from Malaysia, but she was obviously Indian, with a dark chocolate colored skin. She was 22 years old when we met in our first year of studies. She introduced herself as 'Vinnie'.

She was alone in Australia, but she had an aunt in the city where we both lived. She was allowed to experience the freedom of studying in a foreign country, but she had to bring back two things that were of absolute importance: a Diploma and her virginity. She wouldn't dare to come back without any of these. She had a fiancé waiting at home. She had known her future husband since she was a child. It was kind of an arranged marriage that was awaiting her when she came back.

Vinnie caught my attention during the orientation phase of our studies with her shy smile that she gave me and because of her remarkable dark eyes and her very beautiful face. At that time she was wearing a headscarf to cover her hair, a vest over a long-sleeve cotton sweater, long black trousers, black socks and closed black shoes. This was at a time of extreme heat (it was high summer at that time)! But, I guess, that was the traditional clothing for a woman in her country.

The next week she didn't wear the vest over the long sleeve sweater anymore. Now she was wearing a white T-shirt under a cotton shirt. And she didn't wear that head-scarf ever again.

To cut the description of her 'transition' to Australian clothing short: within a few weeks she was wearing just a T-shirt, shorts and sandals on bare feet. Yeah, as the saying goes: when in Australia, do as the Australians do (or was it 'Rome' and 'the Romans'...?-).

She was very slim and had a sort-of boyish kind of body; you know what I mean - no tits, no ass... Well, actually, to be fair, she had a tiny bubble ass and a nice pair of cup-A sized half-round tits with dominant dark nipples. The white T-shirt that she was usually wearing was made of a fairly thin cotton fabric - which didn't hide a lot; and she NEVER wore a bra - she really didn't need one...

She did change a lot more during the three years that we were studying together. Just wait and read. You will not be disappointed...

Year 1

We were together in a workgroup with two other young men. We met nearly every weekend at the computing facility to work together on our assignments.

We usually took a lunch break in the early afternoon when we would go outside and sit in the shade of a group of trees. There we had our lunch picnic-style. It was often VERY hot outside, but in the shade of the trees and with a light breeze coming from the sea, it was quite comfortable. But still, our T-shirts were usually damp from our sweat, and when we returned to the air-conditioned computer room we felt uncomfortably cold then. So we got used to taking our T-shirts off when we were outside. At first Vinnie complained how unfair it was that she couldn't do what we did. We asked her what was stopping her, and she claimed that it was our presence. We rejected that and told her that it was her upbringing that was stopping her. And anyway, wearing this thin white T-shirt and no bra isn't a lot different from being topless. After a while of hesitation she pulled the T-shirt over her head. She 'visibly' enjoyed baring her breasts in our presence - her solid hard nipples were a strong sign of her excitement. She joked apologetically about it, but we assured her that it looked quite lovely. She told us that she would never ever be able to experience this kind of freedom and liberty at home. In her home-country women have to completely cover up outside of the home!

After a few weeks of going topless when only the three of us were around, she soon took off her T-shirt even when other students had joined us for our picnic under the trees -- but I have to add here, that a topless female is nothing out of the ordinary in Australia. You can see them lying in the sun at any beach, walking on the promenade and along the main street adjacent to the beach, sometimes even in the small shops and ice cream parlors on the Esplanade, and also driving away from the beach in their cars. Oh, I miss the times and the places where this was considered natural! It never occurred to me at that time that this could ever NOT be natural, like it seems to be the case here in North America - unfortunately. Of course, you would not find them downtown or in the shopping malls...

Our picnic spot was about 100 meters away from the computing center. We could oversee the parking lot and that way we knew how many other students were there. When Vinnie had to go back to the washroom in the computing center for a pee, she usually put her T-shirt back on, but when there were only a few cars on the parking lot, then she left her T-shirt off. It often seemed to me that she was just pretending the need to go to the washroom, just for the fun of walking over there half naked. When I mentioned that to her, she just smiled at me.

"Yes, of course, I do enjoy walking around with my bare breasts! I wish I could do that during the week, when there are more people around - but unfortunately I am too scared to do that!" she whispered.

Year 2

During the second year of our studies I was sometimes alone with Vinnie on some weekends, because the other two guys didn't come to the campus. On one of those days we were both sitting at our picnic place under the trees; she was topless as usual, and as so often before, she went topless to the washroom. She came back holding her panties and shorts in her hand instead of wearing them - yes, she came back all the way from the washroom without ANY clothes on! She said that her panties got wet by accident and that she had to rinse them clean. She laid them out to dry and didn't put them back on as long as we were outside. She enjoyed being naked in my presence. From that day on she was always taking everything off when we were outside, and quite often she walked all the way to the washroom like that!

She enjoyed behaving like a naughty little girl who loved to tease, e.g. deliberately spreading her legs ... I enjoyed that, too (and my wife had the pleasure of my advances in the evening... ;-). Vinnie had a full natural growth of pubic hair, which was completely covering her pussy when she was standing or walking, but of course not when she was sitting in front of me with her legs apart! When I suggested that she should cut and trim her pubic hair a little bit, she said that she was not allowed to do that; she had to leave it natural, otherwise she could be rejected by her future husband. But if she would have the choice, then she would shave it all completely off!

During the years in Australia Vinnie changed more and more into an exhibitionist.

On one Sunday she was wearing a sleeve-less sports-singlet. The silk fabric was clinging to her body as if she had painted the pattern on her naked skin! And, in addition to that, anyone who was sitting to the side behind her could see her bare tits through the deep-cut arm-opening of the singlet as if she was sitting topless in the computing centre. I thought that she would be embarrassed about that, but when I pointed it out to her, she said "Oh, thanks for noticing. Do you like it?" Her smile indicated to me that this was not an accident. "You should have seen the people on the bus," she said smiling. "They were staring their eyes out..." Since then she was wearing this kind of singlet quite often on weekends.

She lived in a boarding house for foreign students which had mixed occupancy (meaning boys and girls lived in the same house). First she was very surprised to find boys and girls living on the same floor; and in the first year she said that she was shocked when she saw boys and girls together in the shower. Although there were separate washrooms for male and female, no-one really looked at that. Whichever room was available was used by male and female alike. So it happened quite often that boys and girls were showering next to each other and that they helped the other person with soaping their backs (and sometimes the fronts as well - depending on sympathy).

Later in that second year Vinnie revealed to me that she now undresses in her room and then goes to the shower with only the towel wrapped around her waist or sometimes just loosely hanging over her arm to cover up her lower front! - And when she had to go to the toilet in the middle of the night, she would go in her night dress. "What are you wearing when you sleep?" I asked, but her smirk reminded me that she had told me a few weeks earlier that she now sleeps naked...8-).

One day, near the end of the year (that's when the hot summertime in Australia begins), I asked her how she had been coping with the heat that night, because it was extremely hot during the previous day and it didn't cool down overnight. With a cheekily grin on her face she told me that she was sitting naked in the common room in the basement and watched TV all evening until she fell asleep on one of the sofas! I couldn't believe what I heard. She said that it was so hot in her room that, even after taking a cold shower and staying wet and naked without toweling off, she felt hot again only a few minutes later. So she decided to go down to the basement where it was a lot cooler. She took another shower and went straight downstairs without getting dressed. There she watched TV until she fell asleep.

I asked her about the other people's reaction, but she said that most fellow students had already gone home for Christmas, and those few others, who were still around, had slept on the beach that night where it was cooler. Only the housekeeper had seen her coming down the stairs, but he is extremely short-sighted, and he probably could not distinguish from the distance between a summer dress or bikini and her dark brown skin :-). So she just said 'Good Evening' to him and walked on...

She woke up in the early morning when the housekeeper turned the lights on in the TV room. She had been sleeping without a blanket, because she didn't bring anything from her room, not even something to cover up in case of an emergency! So, she got up, dazed and sleepy, and walked past him out of the room. Then she slept another couple of hours on top of her bed, with the door and windows wide open to catch a breeze of the fresh morning air.

"And what if someone else had come back that night?" I asked concerned. She said that that would not have been a problem, because this was not the first time that she has been naked in the TV room...

"Tell me!" I urged her. She was reluctant to tell, because she said that it was kind-of embarrassing, but after asking a few more times she gave in.

She told me that she was doing her laundry one day (the laundry room is in the basement next to the common entertainment rooms). When she was filling the washing machine, she thought that she should also wash the clothes that she had been wearing that day, so she took everything off and put it into the machine. She knew that she would have to stay downstairs until her laundry was done.

And then someone else came to do their laundry... There was no way to hide, so Vinnie stayed openly in front of the washing machine and just smiled at the girl that came in. The girl was not shocked at all; she actually remarked that this was a good idea, took her clothes off, too, and put it into the other machine. But that girl didn't stay in the laundry room; she just walked away calmly and uninhibited. Vinnie did not dare to go back to her room; after all, her room was on the top floor, three storeys up, and on the other side of the building.

Moments later she heard a group of young people coming into the common room. She peeked out of the laundry room door and saw that these were mostly people from her floor who she already knew and who had seen her in the shower before; so when one of them came over and saw that Vinnie was hiding naked in the laundry room, he persuaded her that she should not be shy and sit with them. She lightheartedly agreed to spend that evening naked amongst all dressed people. She watched TV and played billiard and table tennis with them. And from time to time she had to check on her laundry - but she didn't put anything on, even after the laundry was done.

Many other occupants of the house were coming and going that evening. She admittedly enjoyed the attention, but she was quite embarrassed when she later heard that the news had spread through the house like a wildfire about a naked girl in the Entertainment room...

I asked what happened with the other girl and her laundry. Vinnie said that she came back, of course, to check, but she was wearing a bikini then.

From that day on, she was well known in the house as 'Vinnie the Nude' (that was a word play taken from the name of the classic animated character "Winnie the Poo") and she was often asked when she would do that again. She didn't dare to do it again so publicly that year, but she had enough confidence to do it that night when the house was empty.

She wished that she would have been more daring, because she had a few 'official' opportunities to be naked in the house: for example for the Halloween house party that year. Everybody was suggesting that she should go as 'Vinnie the Nude', but she didn't dare to do it at that time. She said that she might have done it if someone else would have dared to go naked with her, but no-one else was willing to do that. Now she regretted that she had missed that opportunity. But there is always next year...

Year 3

During the Christmas/summer break (December/January) she went back to Malaysia and when I saw her again in February she told me that she was so frustrated that she had to cover up to the neck all the time when she was going anywhere, and that she was glad to be back in Australia where she can be naked again. If she would be allowed to do so, she said, she would come naked to the University every day. But as we all know that is not possible nowadays. Maybe in a few decades???

In this third year in Australia she became more and more open and uninhibited.

She was now totally uninhibited in the boarding house where she lived - after all, she had a reputation as "Vinnie the Nude" to live up to. She took off all her clothes as soon as she came home, took a quick shower and then stayed naked all evening. I can confirm that, because she often asked me to come in when I brought her home after our weekend studies. From her room we went downstairs and watched TV, or we played Billiard and ping-pong in the other entertainment room and basketball in the backyard, and I watched her jumping on the trampoline. She assured me that she would not wear anything until she had to leave the house again the next morning.

Her natural nudity was accepted by everyone as a natural fact and no-one took offence or made any rude remarks. Her nude appearance was not at all sexual - just pure sweet innocence, and very beautiful...

That year, of course, she attended all the big house parties in her uninhibited way; Halloween for instance. Although there were more than twice as many guests at that party as there were tenants living in the house, she didn't hesitate to wear an outfit that hardly covered anything.

She showed me pictures of her, how she was dressed up as a fairy with a set of transparent silky wings on her back and a beautiful flower hairdo. She also had flowers braided into her pubic hair, which - in a very delightful way - lifted the bushy cover off of her pussy, so that her vertical smile was clearly visible. I asked her if she was aware of that, and she just smirked at me... - of course she was aware of that! Apart from shoes, and the shoulder-straps that held the wings in place, she didn't wear anything else... - she looked SO gorgeous!!

Okay, for the ubiquitous nagging spoil sports: a natural pubic bush is NOT considered clothing, okay? I told you why she couldn't shave it off... she WAS completely naked at the front, and the wings on her back were transparent!

She was voted "Best Halloween Costume" that evening! For the award presentation she had to go up on the podium. She said that she was blinded by the flashes that went off to photograph her. She couldn't count how many pictures were taken of her that evening by anyone who brought a camera along! But she enjoyed the attention! And a placard of that award was hanging in the house foyer for the rest of the year. I tried to buy a copy of the video of that party, but unfortunately I never got my hands on it.

One day she told me that she was now regularly jogging with a group of fellow students from the boarding house. The house was located right next to the parklands that surrounded the city core which stretched several hundred meters towards the city centre and miles and miles to both sides. She said that the group was running for about an hour, twice a week, late in the evening, weather permitting.

I asked her jokingly what she was wearing - imagining that she might probably wear a very revealing sports outfit, or maybe even dared to run topless...

She said that she was wearing running shoes.

"No, I mean... OH!!! Really? ...nothing else? But you are running outside where anyone can see you..." I stuttered - well, how wrong can you be when it's comes to a girl's exhibitionistic ambitions!

She said, that the people don't realize that she is naked when she runs in the middle of the group, because of her dark skin and because it is dark outside! "Only if I would run alone they might see it, but not when I am in the middle of this group."

I asked her if they also go across the roads on their run. "Sure!" she confirmed with a smirk. "But only when there are no cars coming. I don't want to be the reason for an accident..."

Then I asked her if she ever went out alone; ...of course she did! But that was after midnight, actually more towards the very early morning, because she told me that it was getting light very quickly when she was still quite far away from the house. But there was no traffic on the roads and no people in the parks yet, so she made it home safely without being seen.

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Vinnie, the Virgin

Near the end of the final year Vinnie asked me for help with one last stunt that she wanted to pull off. She asked me to pick her up from the boarding house on the next Sunday for a last working session in the computing centre and to bring her back home again in the evening. Just once, on this one day, she wanted to go totally naked to the University, without carrying or wearing anything - not even shoes!