Judy O'day Nude Novels & Stories

JULIA About two hours later, a nude Wendy stepped out onto the patio with a cheery hello, followed by a young black male who looked like an athlete, and a slim but busty white woman, both of them appearing to be Wendy's age. They both still had clothes on, unsure if this was something they were ready to do yet. Since she contacted us, we'd had to feed Lucas and he was sitting in his shaded playpen. After swimming laps some more, we'd all gotten in the hot tub again, so we weren't exactly visible ourselves.

Jude asks me, the girl in his lap sucking at his neck and rubbing herself on his lap. “What do you have in mind?” I ask, biting my bottom lip as I watch Nova bend over to pick up some napkins that fell. To be sure, she’s a bit skinnier than I would normally go for, but even that doesn’t detract from the roundness of her ass or her large tits. Jude says nothing for a second and I turn to see that his mouth is occupied by motorboating the tits of the female in his lap. “Dude,” I say, smacking him.

Judy was wearing a quite modest broken white sundress which fell about halfway to her knee, she wasn’t wearing a bra, but it didn’t have a deep cleavage so it was classy but sexy. Despite the length of her skirt the depth at which she had to bend over still allowed us to barely see the white lacy thong she was wearing. Sienna saw her chance, sneakily took the vibrator from the bed, turned it to the highest setting, and quickly prodded it against Judy’s crotch. Judy shot up with a high-pitched scream and tried to step away from the vibrating shaft between her legs, but couldn’t because the drawer was in the way. Her screaming turned to laughter as she pushed her ass into Sienna’s face which m

Jody used her free hand to undo her pants and pushed them down awkwardly while still running her other hand over the bare skin of my ass. "Masturbate for me, Jody, I love watching. You can watch me too," I said to Jody while I removed my top and bra. "Oh, you dirty girl, you like watching people masturbate? Well since that first time we all four got off together it's been my pleasure too to watch someone diddle their cunt," said Jody as she pulled her pants off followed by her thong underwear.

"Slut." Judy gasped and placed her hand against her chest --- seemingly offended by Nina's accusations. Immediately, her facial expression changed as she and Nina exchanged a series of giggles. "Well, I may be a slut... but no one can simply see the hole and put in their coin inside this hoe's piggy bank." Judy teased with a grin, her gangster side showed up again. The two were continuously exchanging jokes and all, while Lissa was sitting on her seat quietly eating the fried chicken and salad on her plate.

(Judy) The next morning, I’m already at my desk, tea in hand, reviewing the photos again. The images are intimate, just on the edge of scandalous. There’s enough innuendo, enough skin, enough suggestion to make Jayden question everything. This is going to be delicious. I can feel it. The downfall of Winona Nolan is inevitable. She’s no Brennan, never will be. A smile tugs at my lips. It’s a victory I’ve been planning forever. I want Jayden shattered—emotionally wrecked and vulnerable.

I have a nice body as a result of my regular working out, but if Jordan and I were to be sold out on an auction, ladies and gents would spread dollars at his feet, ignoring my existence. When we’re locked up in this cell, Jordan dominates this room with his shirtless form while I remain clothed from my shoulders to my feet. But right now, standing in my nudity, I feel a sense of triumph as Jordan studies every inch of my skin, his greedy eyes taking me in from my head to my toe as if he hasn’t seen a naked man before.

He stayed out later and stopped defending her altogether. One afternoon, I got dressed to go out and passed through the living room. Judy was sitting on the floor with her back against the couch, her phone held inches from her face. The screen reflected in her dull eyes as she scrolled through forum after forum, comment after comment. Her hair was uncombed, her clothes wrinkled, and she looked smaller than I remembered. “Judy,” I called. She did not respond. “Judy,” I said again, a little louder.

"Okay. Do you want on-location or at the studio set?" Ingrid couldn't hide her excitement. "On-location sounds nice." Cade turned to Noah, who was behind him, with a grin. "Noelani, do you want a new nude photo?" Ingrid looked at her boss. "You have a nude photo, sir?" she asked, smiling. "I wasn't nude," Noah said, embarrassed, narrowing his eyes at Cade. "Why did I let you guys convince me back then?” "He was wearing skimpy swimwear," Cade told Ingrid. "The picture is on my I*******m; do you want to see it?"

Her muscles flexed and contracted, every movement a testament to her skill and artistry. The bra fell away, exposing her perky breasts, their nipples hardening under the spotlight's caress. With each passing moment, Judy's performance became more intimate, more personal. She danced not just for the man in the shadows but for herself, embracing her sexuality with unapologetic fervor. Her thong was the last barrier, and with a final, dramatic flourish, she let it slide down her legs, kicking it aside with a bare foot. Now completely naked, she continued her dance, her body glistening with a light sheen of sweat.