Having towelled myself dry I realised I hadn't brought any change of clothes into the bathroom.
Walking back along towards our bedroom my mind wandered to an episode of 'Friends' which I'd recently seen again where 'Rachel' found herself enjoying the experience of being naked around her flat.
I'm not sure if it was just the liberating feeling of not being 'restrained' as I moved, or the sudden thought of Jennifer Aniston, but I could certainly feel the blood starting to flow to my prick.
I was tempted to lie on our bed there and then and jerk myself off, well my wife Lynne was away again on one of her regular business trips, but I knew I really ought to grab myself something to eat before logging into what was bound to be a very boring sales presentation.
One of the advantages of being a home-based salesman was that I could break up the day by going for a run, as I had just done, or to the gym.
Our house was set well away from any neighbours and couldn't be over-looked and so I decided to enjoy this new liberated feeling a bit longer and walked back to scope up my sweaty running stuff to take downstairs to the utility room.
I knew I'd left a pair of socks in the lounge the previous evening and so I meandered in there, retrieved the offending items and deciding I 'really must do this more' I almost found myself whistling as I now made my way back towards the kitchen.
My mood had considerably lightened since before going for my run, the thought of sitting through a presentation for half an hour or so on a product that I already knew thoroughly prompting me to go out and blitz a quick 4-5 miles to clear my head.
As I now breezed into the kitchen my whole demeanour changed in an instant as I was startled to see Vicky standing there, a broad grin suddenly appearing on her face as I did a quick 'double-take' and she, rather obviously, looked straight down her eyes fixing on my longer-than-normal-looking cock, happily dangling and swinging below.
"Well, hello" she smiled, as I stood there transfixed for a moment before dropping the clothes to the floor and, in a rather comical fashion, moving both my hands to try to cover my groin area.
"Hel..Hello..what are you doing here?" I sort of stammered.
Her eyes moving back up, Vicky lifted a holdall she was holding and said, "I'd tried the front door but there wasn't any answer."
She worked part-time as a dental nurse and was presumably either on her way to or from there as she was dressed in a ¾ length white lab coat which, for some reason, made her look even more sexy than usual.
"Sorry, I was in the shower."
"So you don't always walk around like that?" she smiled.
"No" I replied, shaking my head and half-laughing, aware that although I felt really uncomfortable my blooming cock was starting to stiffen once more.
"That's a shame, I'd have to come round a lot more often if you did...especially if you also leave the back door ajar."
My prick jerked and twitched at this and we just stood looking straight at each other for a moment or two.
"Well it looks", Vicky said, taking a step forward and putting the bag we'd leant them onto the kitchen table, "as though 'someone' is pleased to see me."
'Them' was her and Mark, an old mate, who had been with Vicky for nearly a year now after his wife had left him. I'd actually known Vicky at school, some 25 years ago, where she was one of the cutest girls in our year but only seemed to go out with guys from the year above.
When Mark had told me that he'd hooked up with her I 'congratulated' him and confessed that, along with half the other boys in our school, I'd had the hots for her back then. She had an elfin-looking face and a rather naughty, suggestive smile even at that age.
Mark works shifts and so we don't see that much of each other but the few times that I'd seen him and Vicky she had certainly still looked very attractive.
Her slighty-pointy face gave her a similar look to Jennifer Aniston and her shoulder-length hair was cropped in a similar manner. Only about 5'4" tall, she was slim but with a shapely looking backside and quite a large-looking bust for her slight frame.
They seemed very happy but she was certainly a bit flirty, once commenting on my 'impressive' physique as she felt my pecs through the tight-fitting t-shirt I'd been wearing.
Mark didn't actually help matters by rather bragging that she was "virtually a nymph" and that they'd done 'it' several times a day when they were first together.
Her words now had made my cock spring even further to attention and, as she took a step towards me, her gaze dropped again to where I was struggling to hide my now, rock solid erection.
"Don't you think" she grinned, taking a further couple of slow steps forward, "I should say 'hello' properly?"
I gulped, trying to gather myself but feeling totally transfixed to the spot as Vicky edged even closer, her gaze moving back up me as she reached out to slowly run a finger-tip down my chest.
She was now so close that I could feel her breath on me, her gorgeous smell filling my nostrils as her eyes followed her finger-tip back down and then continued so that she could quite obviously see my enlarged, purple helmet sticking out from above my hands.
"Ni..i..ice" she smiled, "verrrry niiice...looks like I should have said very pleased to see me," she grinned in a very satisfied, cat-whose-got-the-cream sort-of-way.
"But...you're my mate's..." I started, emotions swirling, my head virtually spinning, as I took a slight backwards movement.
"Yes", she smiled, stepping forward once more and lightly pressing herself into my body, "but what he doesn't know...." and, as she let it trail off she ran her finger-tip down me, only this time it went from my flat stomach to then touching and gently rubbing the tip of my cock, causing it to twitch and jerk excitedly.
My head felt like it might explode now and I closed my eyes, as if trying to pretend that this wasn't really happening, gulping several further times.
Closing my eyes, however, only made things worse as it just heightened the sensation of Vicky now rolling the underside of her finger more firmly around the head of my cock as I also felt her press her soft, delicate lips lightly against my neck.
"This can be...could be...our little...secret" she was breathing as I tried to block out just how good this was feeling and force myself to do something to stop it.
"Or, should I say, our big, hard secret."
"But...." I started, but immediately stopped as I felt her cool hand now slip inside mine, her finger-tips running down to grope at my balls whilst her thumb and the palm of her hand pressed firmly against my shaft and the helmet.
