I was browsing through a porn site when I saw the advert. An agency wanted good looking, fit men aged twenty to forty to provide nude services like housework and gardening for "discerning mature clients." I'd heard about such agencies. A picture showed a guy about my age holding a tray with a teapot and cups on it. He was stark naked except for a little frilly pink apron being conspicuously lifted by his hard up boner. The agency called itself "Boys in the Buff."
I was between careers and keeping myself solvent by part time jobs. I needed work, the money sounded good, and the idea grew on me. I fitted the bill. I was thirty, single, in shape from the gym, and down below I was pushing out just over seven inches of hard muscle, which I suspected the discerning mature clients of Boys in the Buff would be most interested in. I applied online sending the nude photos they asked for.
I was invited to an interview. It was in a rough part of town at a dingy office with walls covered with pictures of naked women and men in erotic poses. A woman interviewed me. She was about forty, average pretty, in a blouse with decent legs below a knee length skirt. She explained that they provided strippers and porn models, and Boys in the Buff was a part of the business they wanted to expand. The agency was all very down market, nothing like the glitzy male stripper websites I'd seen.
She scrupulously checked my health record. She asked me about my sex life, whether I was straight, gay, bi or anything else. I think she'd already guessed I was straight. She asked me to strip naked. I'd taken a Viagra an hour or so before to make sure I could perform and my straining cock was pushing out my briefs in a huge bulge. Before I'd even slipped my briefs off I could tell she was impressed.
She got me to do some erotic nude poses, thrusting my hard cock out, bending over to show off my bum and let my cock and balls swing, and sprawling wide legged over the furniture. That seemed to impress her too.
As I'd anticipated, she asked me to masturbate. As if to encourage me she sat on the edge of her desk with one leg lifted up. That pulled her skirt up and I could see she was in tan stockings and blue patterned white panties. I made sure I put on a good meaty show for her. I stood with my legs wide and my hard up cock rammed forward. I took my time, tugging and stroking full length, showing her I knew how to hold back and edge. I made sure she knew my eyes were exploring her her well filled blouse, her nylon clad legs and of course the panties she was showing me. When I came I grunted noisily, jerked my hips emphatically forward and shot my load a couple of feet across the floor.
"Impressive," she said as I stood there afterwards on the worn, stained carpet dripping semen from my half erect cock. I guessed what the carpet stains were. She told me I'd got the job. She handed me the contract and made sure I understood the rules.
"You're not a prostitute," she said. "You never initiate any contact, physical or otherwise, or sexual act with a client. If we hear you have, you're fired. But if a client asks for a service and you're in the mood ..." She left the sentence unfinished, but our eyes met and she grinned. We understood each other.
I got my first client a few days later by email from Boys in the Buff. A woman describing herself as a "mature lady" wanted some help with cleaning and said that she had a "mobility issue." She gave her name as Diana. It didn't sound very promising. I had a mental picture of a dirty minded little old lady wanting to re-live her lecherous youth ogling a naked boy wanking off. I had the option to turn it down, but I needed the work and I took it up.
I arrived at Diana's right on time. I was blown away. Her house was in a tree lined road in a quiet classy suburb, and it was massive. I parked my old Ford next to the gleaming new bright yellow open topped BMW sportster in the wide drive. The big oak door opened and there in front of me was a sophisticated looking woman in her later forties, attractive and with styled blonde hair down just below her ears.
She was in a knee length cream coloured floral patterned flouncy skirted summer dress that radiated style and price. It was sleeveless with thin shoulder straps, well filled up top and low cut far enough between her big breasts to be interesting but not too daring. Its thin material clung to curves a woman half her age would have envied. Her shapely legs were in sheer black nylons contrasting with cream coloured sandals. At her ears, neck and wrists were understated pearls.
I'd dressed in a smart shirt and new jeans, but next to that vision of elegance I felt like a tramp. I was momentarily speechless but fortunately, giving me a big welcoming smile, Diana spoke first. Her voice was soft, sophisticated and confident.
"You're the gorgeous boy who's going to take all his clothes off for me, aren't you? Do come in."
A moment later I was in a large tastefully furnished lounge looking out onto a huge garden with Diana asking me if I'd like a cup of tea.
"What needs cleaning?" I asked as I sipped my tea.
From what little I'd seen of Diana's house it looked spotless with everything perfectly in place.
"Me!" Diana said gleefully, with a big grin, "I want you to take a shower with me, you gorgeous boy!"
As if I hadn't already noticed her body she wiggled her hips, elegantly of course, but getting her breasts swinging in her dress in a way that told me they were big, firm and bouncy.
"You mentioned a mobility issue ..." I began. She looked agile and obviously knew how to move her body. She gave a very feminine little laugh.
"Oh yes ... Its this dress. I find it hard to undo the zip at the back. My tits are so big. You'll have to undress me."
She turned to show me a zip extending from the curves of her bottom to just above the outline of the bra straps I could see through the thin material of her dress. She wiggled her bottom, showing me the outline of panties and suspender straps. I felt my Viagra-fuelled penis start to rise. She turned to face me and grinned.
"But only after you've taken all your clothes off first, you gorgeous boy!"
Her eyes followed my every move as I stripped for her. I was quickly down to the sexy thong I'd put on for the occasion: white see through fishnet at the sides, a smooth white front in cloth thin enough to show my penis outline in detail and just big enough to cover my erect cock and balls, with a back thong gusset that nestled deep in my bum crack. I did a slow twirl in it for her, thrusting my hips toward her and swinging my bum.
Facing her I slipped my thong down round my thighs. My hard muscle bounced out bending up almost vertical from my cock bush I'd neatly trimmed for the occasion to my exposed big purple knob. I swung my hips so my cock swayed stiffly in front of her. I let my thong fall round my ankles, kicked it aside and stood there with my legs spread wide, my hands on my bum and my erect quivering cock thrust toward her. My penis cranked up another notch or two as I felt Diana's eyes exploring my naked body.
"Now undress me!"
She stood with her legs spread waiting for me, and she didn't have to wait long. I had no difficulty with that zip. She purred as I slipped the dress off her shoulders and guided it down her body and legs. Her bra, panties and suspender belt were creamy white satin edged with embroidery. They were designer labeled and looked expensive. Though they weren't as skimpy as porn girls' the luxurious elegance of her underwear added to her erotic allure. Her panties were deliciously smooth. Running my hand over her pert round bottom, following the hems of her panties across her smooth bum cheeks with my fingertips, and feeling her soft curves through the thin taut satin was every bit as penis-straining exciting against my hand as her bottom nude.
I undressed her to her stockings. She purred with excitement as her underwear fell away and my hands roamed over her breasts, bottom and pussy. Her own fingers lightly flicked and stroked my penis, tickled my balls and teased me between my legs. Nude but for stockings she stepped each nylon clad leg up in turn onto a chair for me to slip her stockings off. I made sure my hands savoured every millimetre of her long smooth legs.
Her naked body was everything a guy could want. She was honey tanned all over without bikini shadows as if she'd sprawled nude on some exotic beach. Her breasts were big, round and firm, and the little bush of brown cunt hair between her legs was trimmed as neatly as mine.
"Go on ... Do some of those naughty poses you did on that web site!" Diana said excitedly, giving me a mischievous grin.
As a paid up member of Boys in the Buff Diana would have seen the pictures of me that the woman who'd interviewed me had taken. They were as erotic and kinky as any you'd see in hardcore porn. I'm straight but seeing them even got my penis straining hard. I repeated them for Diana.
I was standing with one knee up on a table top, my legs wide and my iron hard cock sticking straight out, with my bum toward her. I felt her hand slide across my bottom, fondling my buttocks and tickling my bum crack. I stayed as I was, but strained my legs wider as her exploring hand slid right under me between my legs from behind. She stroked my inner thigh tops, my arse and my balls then lightly ran a finger up and down each side of the length of my iron hard cock. The way her hand played with my cock and balls told me instantly she was a woman who knew exactly how a guy likes to be handled. I bit my lip, squirmed and grunted as I fought not to cum in her hand.
"Mmmmm!" Diana purred. "My boy likes a naughty girl to play with him. Do you like older women?" My gasps and squirming must have told her I certainly did. Mercifully I felt her hand slide off my cock and balls.
She took me by the hand and we went nude together upstairs to the huge bathroom. It was all glittering chrome and glass, pastel tiles, an awesome array of women's cosmetic creams, and an en suite shower big enough, though a cosy fit, for two. We were straight in there with the glass door closed behind us, with water just the right temperature cascading over our naked bodies and with Diana pressed against me nude, big, soft, warm and wet.
