I used to rent a basement apartment from a divorced high school teacher. The apartment had a shared side entrance and a private walkout up some stairs to the backyard and pool. The landlord was a bit of a party animal so there was always something going on. He spent a lot of time at the local tavern and since he lived close by with a big yard and pool, sometimes the party came home with him. That is to say, he had many friends and they came around a lot, especially in the summertime when he wasn't working.
This was a problem sometimes, when they were partying and I was trying to sleep, but mostly I got used to it. On weekends and holidays, I would often participate and got to know some of the people. Most of them were much older and frankly, just drunks and potheads, so I made many acquaintances but few friends. There were a few interesting women but most of them seemed either too old, were already taken, or in a couple of cases, out of my league.
The landlord would often take off for the weekend and usually went camping for at least a week each summer and when he wasn't around, there were a couple of friends that still came by to use the pool. One was a nice couple that lived across the street and hung around a lot. The other was a former exotic dancer named Amber, now a cook at the tavern, that had a key and came and went as she pleased.
Amber was a bit of an old soul, or at least seemed that way due to a great deal of adult experience in her young life so far. She had washed out of her career as an exotic dancer after a near death experience with drugs and alcohol and was getting herself back together. She still liked to drink and smoke pot but not to the excesses that she once enjoyed. Despite all of that, she still had a tight dancer's body and looked good in a bikini, when she chose to wear one.
I think Amber was lonely and would come around often because the landlord and I would sometimes keep her company by the pool and not "harass" her since she was a pretty woman. She could be at ease with us. There were many times that her and I or all three of us would sit up late by the pool drinking and her and the landlord would smoke pot and we would just chill. In fact, she was so comfortable with us, she would often sunbathe nude in the backyard whether we were around or not. I would often find here laying naked around the pool when I got home from work and even when I got up late in the morning on weekends. We would say hi and I might go for a quick dip in the pool, but I never hung around for too long. I had seen her enough that I knew every detail of her naked body and didn't need to "ogle" her.
It was not uncommon for us to have a few drinks and conversations at the picnic table in the evenings, with me in my bathing suit and her completely naked. She was an exhibitionist by nature and I think a nudist by choice so even when I invited her inside occasionally to share some dinner that I was making, she would come in and help or sit and talk while completely naked. Every time we had a "naked" encounter, she would invite me to join her and disrobe myself, but I never had the self-confidence to do it until one particular day.
I rose from bed late one Saturday morning, having been out with friends the night before. My morning routine involved starting the coffee maker and then opening the sliding patio door that lead to the stairs up to the back yard. As I opened the glass door and slid the screen door in place, I heard someone say "hello" from the backyard. Since the landlord was away for the weekend, it could only be Amber, so I walked outside in my boxers and returned her greeting.
When I got to the top of the stairs, I could see that she was once again sunbathing in the nude. "You're here early today," I said.
"Well, it's already 11:00 AM so, not early, and besides, I need to even out my tan lines, so I need the mid-day sun," she replied.
"Fair enough," I said with a smile. "I just started up the coffee maker - would you like a cup?"
"Oh, yes, that sounds great, thank you. Can I help?"
"Nah, thanks anyway. It's an old slow dripper so it'll be a few minutes anyway," I explained. "I'll go grab a shower and bring it up when I'm done."
"I'll be waiting," she replied, as she rolled on to her back to bake the other side.
I turned quickly to go back downstairs, before my growing erection found its way out of the slot in the front of my boxers. After a quick shower, I was "Ivory-clean" and feeling much better. As I exited the bathroom naked, towel in hand, there was Amber bent over with her head in my fridge. In the light I could see the fine peach fuzz on her cute bum and could tell that she must have shaved this morning, based on a tiny bit of razor rash around her pussy.
While I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist, she spoke without raising her head from the fridge and asked, "Do you have any cream?"
Biting my tongue, I paused for a moment and explained that I did not have cream but there should be some milk in there. I went on, "Even better, there should be some Bailey's at the bottom of the door. It's almost noon anyway, right?"
"Now you're fuckin' talking," she replied and grabbed the bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream and placed it on the counter beside our mugs. Seeing me standing there holding the towel around my waist, she said, "Oh! Are you finally going to join me naked today?"
"Hmm, I don't think so, sorry...", I replied.
"Oh come on, I'm sure you'll enjoy it. It's so freeing to be naked all day. I guarantee it will change your outlook."
I didn't say anything, but I think my colour was starting to rise (along with my dick). After a moment, she looked at me with a serious expression and asked, "What? Are you afraid of getting a boner? Guys are so obsessed with their dicks. It's just a penis and nobody cares if it's hard or soft or somewhere in between. Besides, I'd be disappointed if you didn't get a boner..."
Well what could I say to that? Amber turned to sit in one of the dining chairs and I leaned against the counter, waiting for the coffee to finish dripping. Amber continued, "You know, girls get erections too. Look at my nipples - they're rock hard. And when I get turned on, my clit pokes it's little head out too."
Fuck - the blood was slowly draining from my face and filling my cock, so I turned to the counter to start preparing our coffee's and replied, "I know, and I understand. Frankly, I never considered that I have any kind of sexual hang-ups so I can't really answer why. I guess I had a "prudish" upbringing so it's a little taboo for me."
"I get it, you're no different from most people in that regard," she said.
I finished adding the Bailey's and a bit of sugar to our mugs and grabbed them both. Turning to hand one to Amber, she popped up out of her seat and said, "You bring those, and I'll grab the door."
I followed her to the patio door and stepped through after she opened the screen. As I turned to go up the stairs with my hands full, she grabbed the towel from around my waist and tossed it on the floor of my apartment behind her. Then she slapped my bare ass and said, "Come on, up the stairs you go."
I carefully walked up the stairs trying not to spill boiling hot coffee on to what was now a boiling hot erection. Upon summitting the stairs, I stepped over to the picnic table and set the mugs down and straddled the bench seat with my hot, red cock sticking straight out and my hot, red face cast down in embarrassment.
"Please don't be mad at me," she said.
"I'm not mad," I replied without looking up.
"You have nothing to be embarrassed about either. You have a great body and a beautiful penis. Please don't ever be embarrassed of showing it to others - you're an Adonis."
I smiled and said, "Thank you, you don't need to say that."
"I wouldn't say it if it weren't true," she said.
"Well, thanks," I said. Trying to change the subject, I picked up my mug and said "Cheers!" and we clinked mugs and drank our coffee.
"So, I have tonight off work, so I was just going to hang around here all day and work on my tan. I brought a cooler with drinks and snacks. If you're not going anywhere today, you're welcome to hang out with me," she stated.
"I actually have some errands to run but should be back in 3-4 hours. We could hang out after that if you're still here", I replied. "In fact, I have to pop into the grocery store, so I'll grab us a couple of steaks to grill and we'll have dinner later on," I added.
"Mmm, that sounds great, thank you," she said.
We chatted for a few more minutes, each of us stealing glances at each other's bodies, and my hard-on throbbed the entire time. Standing up, I announced that I had to go get dressed and take care of my errands and we said our good-byes for now.
"I'll leave the apartment open and the coffee maker on if you need anything. Mi casa, su casa," I said as I walked back downstairs.
"Thank you!" she shouted from her post on the beach towel.
My errands took a bit longer than expected and I didn't arrive back home until around 4:00 PM. I brought my groceries inside and went back to grab a cooler that had been chilling a case of beer for the last two hours. I had to bring that down through my apartment and back up to the back yard since Amber had locked the side gate to the yard for privacy.