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My apartment is a forty-minute walk from College, which I like. The rent is cheap, the neighbors are great, and only a few other students live in the complex. Most other tenants were working single and married couples. The downside to living here was the frequent visits by people trying to sell me their religion, charities, the latest deals on power and phone, and sometimes even goods like Avon and Mary K.
Now I don’t have anything against people doing their thing, whether it’s their job, as a volunteer for a church or charity. However, sometimes it feels like people are constantly knocking on my door. So, I get frustrated because I usually try to study, paint/draw, or do digital designs on photoshop when I’m home alone. The last thing I need is interruptions. When you’re in the moment, creatively speaking, it knocks your concentration to have someone trying to sell you crap.
One day, I read this CFNM story on Literotica.com about a guy who answered the door wrapped in nothing but a towel to scare off the ‘God botherers’ from his door, something about it resonated with me, and I wanted to try it. In the story, the guy explained the towel by claiming he was a nudist, and if the cold callers wanted to come in and talk to him about what they were selling, they’d have to respect his lifestyle. The women naturally ran the other way until he came across a couple who didn’t, so his fantasy turned into an extreme overdose of reality.
Even though the guy in the story eventually got caught, I felt confident I could get away with it. We had much in common, and his story inspired me and turned me on. My biggest fear of nudity is my physique. I’m not precisely a buff guy. I’m one of those ninety-pound weakling types whose dick is three-and-a-half-inches erect. I barely have a nub when soft, so the Bachelor of the Year I’m not.
If women see my skinny chest with my ribs sticking out, that’s no big deal because I go topless at the beach or the pool often, and it doesn’t bother me. Like the guy in the story, I wanted to give the impression of nudity, not be nude. At least, that’s what I told myself. I laughed, wondering what reactions I’d get.
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The day finally came, a Friday morning, when out my window, I spotted two women walking around holding clipboards, a sure sign of a cold caller. I had been working on an essay due next week for several hours, so I needed a break. I stripped down my briefs, wrapped a thick towel around my waist, and returned to my desk to wait. Thirty minutes later, a loud knock came on my front door. I laughed. It was time to test my plan.
The two women looked in their thirties, thin, and dressed in bright casual clothes. They were pretty and had ID badges hanging around their necks in lanyards. Both held clipboards looking as professional as possible. When I opened the door, they seemed shocked for a moment as they took in my appearance, looking at each other with raised eyebrows. One of the women suddenly cleared her throat to talk.
She asked, “Err, have you just got out of the shower, young man?”
I smiled at them. “Nope, I’m a nudist.” The absurdity of what I was doing hit me, and I struggled to hold back my laughter.
“Oh?” She looked at me weirdly. “Well, we’re here from Main Energy to show you how you could save money on your power bill. May we talk to you about it?”
I nodded, admiring her fortitude. “If you’d like to come in and tell me about it, you’re welcome. Just understand I’m a nudist,” I said, with as much conviction as I could muster.
One woman let her eyes scan my body, stopping at my groin, then her cheeks blushed red at the implications of my appearance. I felt a strange, erotic spark in my groin. The one talking shook her head at me with a deep frown etched on her face.
She said, “I don’t think so. We’ll require you to put clothes on in our presence as a gentleman should.”
I shrugged indifferently. “My house. My rules. If you don’t like it, hit the road, lady.”
I pointed out the door to the curb. The other woman didn’t like my attitude and soon let me know. “You should be ashamed, you pervert,” she growled.
The two women turned in a huff and left me to watch them. I overheard one say, “We have to make sure no one else from the company ever knocks on that pervert’s door as well. Put him on our blacklist.”
Her colleague agreed wholeheartedly, so they went to the next apartment and knocked.
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