Bruce Winchester: Loced Down

Slowly opening my eyes from my post-coital stupor cuddled up with Bruce, I felt the warm moist spot under me on the bed and rolled over to cuddle up to him, pointing my face out the window. Did that really happen? It was so hot. Who was this mystery woman? Had she been watching us forever or was it just lucky timing for her that brought her to our window? Did we have other secret admirers?

I set aside most of my concerns - she was clearly consenting to the situation. If anything, we were the ones who might've felt violated but it was such a turn on for me and it clearly had been for Bruce too. We didn't usually fuck with the curtains open so this was probably the first time she'd seen us. I did wonder, and not for the first time, whether or not Bianca had overheard us fucking. It would've been easy to overlook but the first thing that got me fired up today was our decontamination procedure.

Soaping around with her in the bathtub while my boyfriend slyly watched was super hot. Bianca's tits were small but I was more of a hips and ass girl. Pretty faces were nice but they didn't do it for me -- I was all about the way someone moved and their confidence. Nothing accentuated sensuality for me more than confident hips swinging to the beat of music. Had she felt just as turned on? She'd been cooped up here with us for 3 weeks already. Now that we knew we were in for another 3 how was she feeling about being stuck with a paired off couple? I decided I should ask her about it, woman to woman. I just needed to find the right moment.

Clearly we were in for more fun with our mysterious Puck. What should the next move there be? I didn't want to get too far ahead of myself. I wrapped my soft, black, cotton robe around myself and wandered off to get a snack. It was a short robe, coming down just below the fold of my ass. Have you ever noticed how everyone wants a snack after fucking? They don't want a meal -- they want something they can eat with their hands or a single fork. Nothing too refined. Something primal like a rotisserie chicken or fruit.

I found Bianca already in the kitchen tearing our rotisserie chicken to shreds. Yum. Her fingers were greasy and she seemed to only be wearing an oversized t-shirt. We had a pretty loose clothing policy in the house but it was unusual for both of us to be hanging out in the kitchen without much on.

"Hey! Sorry I've just been devouring this chicken over here but there's plenty left for you if you want some," Bianca said as she gently pushed it across the table towards the empty chair.

"On great -- that looks delicious right now. Maybe I'll grab a peach and a glass of red wine to pair alongside. Would you like any?" I asked as I stepped fully into the room.

"That sounds perfect," Bianca answered. I saw her eyes wandering over my body, caressing my skin with her gaze. I walked across the room to the cabinet with the wine glasses and selected one of the fancy ones from the top shelf. I had to stand on my tippy toes to do this - an intentional choice since I wanted my robe to ride up in the back. While I was fully stretched out and up, I turned around to see if she was looking and asked "Want some wine too?"

Bianca flushed a little and nodded fast. She knew I'd caught her. I opened up a bottle of red, poured two glasses and grabbed a couple of peaches and took the seat she offered me. "Haven't you seen enough of me already for today?" I asked her with a playful tone.

"I could never see -- or hear enough of you and Bruce," she responded; hinting that maybe she had indeed been listening to our passion. 'That is, while we're all shut in together and you're the only ... company that I've got," she hastened to add.

"I see. Well in that case I hope you don't mind if I open my robe a little. I don't want to get it dirty with the grease off this chicken or the peach juice." I responded as I drew my robe open in the front down to my naval. This had the effect of exposing most of my breast but just hiding the nipples. I watched Bianca take in my mostly-bare chest.

"No it's fine," she responded, "as long as you don't mind if I go ahead and throw this shirt in the wash directly. I already made a mess of it." She peeled her only article of clothing off, exposing her entire body to me, got up, walked to the hall and tossed her shirt into the washing machine. As she walked past me I again admired her form. She was a little shorter than me and built more athletically, with a pear shape. I noted that she was hairless from the neck down. An interesting choice I'd gone back and forth on myself over the years.

She sat back down and took a big bite out of the peach. As I hunched over to grab my food, my taught robe bunched up around my waist. When I sat back up straight the robe left my right nipple hard and exposed. I pretended not to notice. Bianca certainly noticed. "Well, I hope you'll speak up if you ever get tired of seeing or hearing Bruce and I. We're in tight quarters here and we'd both understand if you need more space. That said, if you're ever feeling lonely and have any other needs we can help meet, I hope you know we'd be open to that conversation too."

Bianca's mouth hung open slightly as she pondered her response. "And how should I open up that conversation - that is, if I'm feeling lonely and I'm needing something more?" she asked.

"Well you know us -- just make your boldest ask. We'll hear it out and see what we can do to help." I responded. I was pretty sure we were on the same page here, but I never liked to presume, especially in a weird and intense moment like a pandemic where things turning sour could really lead us all into some uncomfortable territory. I needed her to come to us directly with her ask. Meanwhile, I was loving the situation with me, barely dressed but still definitely clothed and her siting before me completely naked and exposed. I felt powerful because I was the more reserved one, but there was also a power in her choice to become the object of my desire. I thought I should let her know. "And by the way, I've been thinking that laundry day should also be a clothing optional day. Feel free to enjoy the apartment in the buff to your heart's content. God knows Bruce won't mind. I myself prefer to keep a little modesty, but I would never want to impose my own preferences on you if you're more comfortable this way."

I heard me and Bruce's bedroom door creaking open. This was going to be fun. As things were, Bianca was completely naked at the kitchen table and one of my tits was practically falling out. I decided I wanted to test the situation.

"Bruce! In here -- Bianca and I were just having a snack. Why don't you join us?"

"I should really go put something on and get back to my movie ..." Bianca started.