Public Nudity/Front door postman

The postman

You turn around and see your local postman, Mr. Jefferson, a friendly young man of 28 years. He has curly brown hair and pretty blue eyes and always a sunny smile on his face.

'Hello Kiki' he says 'I didn't know you and your family are naturists.'

'Oh, hello, eh, yes we are, but usually not outside of the house, but I locked the backdoor accidently and so ...'

'Oh, I see' he points behind you 'you have the same fake rock that I bought for our house.'

'Yes' you say with relief 'that's why I'm here, I didn't want to show myself naked.' (Of course you did).

'Don't worry, I just was surprised to see a little girl nude. But now that I see your breasts, I'd say you're not so little anymore.'

'I'm twelve' you say, raising on your toes, stretching your chest a bit out to make your a-cups look bigger.

'Twelve? Time really flies, I remember my first year in the job, you've been running around the house in those cute summer dresses. It seems they don't fit anymore.'

You giggle. 'That's why I'm naked, I have nothing to wear.'

'Sounds like fun. But enough kidding, my wife and me are naturists too, but no one of our friends is. So please tell your parents, they can talk with me. Maybe we can visit each other, no sex or so, just hang around nude.'

'Okay, Mr. Jefferson, but I can't promise they will.'

'At least they can think about it. And friends or nude girls can call me Jeff.' he says with a twinking eye. He claps his bag and says: 'Sorry, no letter today. See you, Kiki.'

'Bye, Jeff.'

He waves at you, but then he turns back.

'By the way' he says ...

• He tells you a secret

• He squeezes your breast

• He reaches to his zipper:'Wanna see mine?'