"I'll be 20 minutes", I said as I jumped onto my bike and pedalled away from my last job of the day.
It was the summer before going into my final year at university, and I was working as a Gardner in the local area, as a way of both making money for college and to get ready for the upcoming rugby calendar. As I rode I looked up at the black clouds that weighed heavy in the sky as the unseasonable weather continued to steal away our last days of sunshine.
My job was really increasing my fitness and so my legs turned effortlessly to keep up with the suburban traffic. Even after a long day of manual Labour I enjoyed the competitiveness of being on a road, and I felt myself smile as I pumped my legs harder,now overtaking the cars in front of me as if in an endless race to get to the front of the queue.
The first raindrop splashed onto my face, quickly followed by an another. Before long it was hammering it down as the clouds burst releasing a days worth of water in just a few minutes. Cars slowed as the road began to flood, so seeing the park entrance ahead, I decided to make the most of any shelter that it could offer and rode across the grass under the trees, ploughing through the muddy puddles.
It wasn't that we had any specific plans that night, but I hated being late when seeing Angela. My pace quickened again. She was my best friend in the world, not my Girlfriend, but we were inseparable. I loved her like I had never loved anyone before. I would have married her in an instant, or I would be there for her for the rest of her life as the friend that wanted the best for her no matter what.
At that point all I wanted was the usual hug and kiss that welcomed me to her home. Her embrace was always my favourite part of my day, and her kiss was a tiny spark that would ignite my joy in being with her.
Finally I saw her house. My brakes screeched as I skidded to a halt at her door, pressing the bell at the same time. I climbed out of the saddle and stood astride the cross bar. A minute passed before I eventually saw a white figure running down the stairs to answer the door.
The door cracked open and Angela poked her head into the gap. Her long red hair was wrapped into a white towel, her face flushed from her exertion. 'You're early' she laughed, almost smiling realising how she must look in a white turban. "You said 20 minutes, it's only been 10! You're looking really fit at the moment, your quads are getting huge, that job must be making you faster!" Then she looked me up and down. "You're not coming in the house like that, my mum will kill you if you drop mud on her carpet. Wait there and I'll open the garage". She disappeared as the front door closed, and I moved over to the garage door that was already being opened from the inside.
I gladly ducked into the dry space and pulled the door closed behind me. I lent my bike against the wall and walked through to the back door that was in a sheltered but open yard.
'Clothes off, I won't look' was all I heard, as the back door was pushed to. I dutifully started pulling my clothes off, using the cleaner items of clothing to get the worst of the mud off.
We were best friends, but we weren't usually naked around each other. No, actually we were never naked around each other. However as I looked at the sodden pile of mud caked clothes at my feet, I couldn't think of my alternative at this point. I reached down and slid my soaking wet underwear down and stepped out of them. I picked up the sodden bundle in front of me and gently pushed the door opened and stepped inside.
"Don't worry, no-one is home" Angela said as she took in the view standing before her. Before I could say anything she took the wet clothes from me, leaving me with nothing to hide behind, and started to load the machine. Any shyness on my part disappeared as the she bent over to load the machine. Her towel, rode up and her bottom cheeks were in clear view. As she unravelled the clothes a couple of items had fallen to the floor. As she lent further forward her towel gave up any cover and her glorious pussy was staring straight at me. The smooth lips seemed to smile at me, as they danced up and down as Angela completed her task. My cock was now nearly at full mast as I the scene in front of me became reality.
She switched on the machine and standing up straight, she lead me down the corridor and started to climb the stairs.
I reached the top of the stairs and started to follow her into her parents bedroom. As I looked into the room I saw that her reaching for a towel on the top shelf of the wardrobe. Her towel rode up again, exposing her perfect cheeks. Realising her predicament she reached down so that the towel would coverer her again. In a swift side step I managed to stay out of view.
"Would you like a towel" she called as if expecting me to be far away and unaware of the show that she had put on.
I stepped back into the bathroom before asking for her to bring it to me. I ran turned the shower on and walked into the glass enclosure. Instinctively I ducked under the hot torrent of water and started to wash the mud out of my hair.
"Where do you want it......' she asked, her voice trailing off as she realised that I was already in the shower.
Emboldened by the fact I had now been naked in front of her for several minutes and by the flashes beneath her towel, I called out "Just bring it in here and put it on the towel rail".
Through a crack in my eyelids I saw her cross the room to arrange the towel on the rail. She was deliberately slow and I could see her head turning to catch glimpses of my naked body through the still transparent glass.
