There's no way I would have known it at the time, but, the events that began that fateful morning in April set in motion a chain of events which would dramatically change and influence my life. In the matter of just a few hours, I would be introduced to the excitement of being naked in front of a fully dressed woman, and at the same time, I'd meet my future wife.
Way back then, when Paula and I were both students at Georgia Tech University in Atlanta, neither one of us ever heard of CFNM, or, Clothed Female – Nude Male. But now, even today, it's still an exciting part of our lives.
It was a warm, spring Saturday morning, just a week or so after we'd all returned from Spring Break. I lived in one of the coed dorms on campus, and I was up early so I could get over to the library before it got crowded. It was close to 8:00 AM, and after dragging myself out of bed, I found myself relaxing under a nice warm shower about to stroke myself into a long awaited orgasm when the dorm fire alarms went off.
The fire alarms in the dorm seemed to have a sense of humor - coming alive and clanging at all hours of the day or night. At least this time, it wasn't cold, rainy or in the middle of the night. So, cursing to myself and delaying my much needed jack off session, I toweled off as best I could. Then, throwing on a t-shirt, some nylon shorts and my sneakers, I joined the rest of the students in the stairwells as we headed down the stairs, and outside. I'd learned by now that we wouldn't be allowed back inside until the fire department came and cleared the building, so, once I got outside, I walked out to the middle of the parking lot and sat down in solitude on the curb surrounding the bicycle racks.
Shortly, we heard the sirens, and as the campus police moved the crowd back, the fire trucks arrived and firemen began making their way into the dorm. While I watched all this, a girl on a bicycle rode up and parked her bike in the rack next to where I was sitting. I guessed she'd been to the book store, judging from the things in her basket.
"Again?" The girl asked. "This is ridiculous. The school needs to get those things fixed."
"Uh huh." I replied. "The fire department just got here, so, it's gonna be at least another half hour before they let us back in."
The girl sat on her bike and we shared small talk while we waited to get the 'all clear' to go back inside. I learned her name was Paula, she was a freshman majoring in engineering, she was from Savannah, and her father was a railroad man. She lived up on the third floor, while my room was on the second floor. Because I was in my third year, I didn't have any classes with her and since I hadn't run into her in the dorms, I'd never met her until now.
Paula struck me as being really nice – one of those innocent, pixie looking girls who was good looking. Plus, she had something I'd always been enchanted with - that deep, southern female accent. One thing I immediately noticed about Paula was she didn't have that 'cute college girl' stuck up attitude – she seemed down to earth, with a seemingly warm and genuine personality. So, as she sat on her bike, we talked about dorm life, school, parents – just about everything under the sun to kill the time.
After about fifteen minutes, I happen to look down and received the shock of my life when I saw my shorts were sagging open and my bare cock was completely visible to Paula as she sat on her bike above me. In my haste to evacuate the dorm, I'd just slipped the nylon shorts on, with no underwear, and the way I was sitting, the leg holes of the shorts simply opened up and, there it was – my wiener, in all its glory.
In the space of an instant, I realized I'd been sitting like this since Paula rode up on her bike, and she probably had a perfect view of my exposed cock and balls as she looked down into my shorts.
"Fuck!" I said, as I reached down to adjust myself and straighten my shorts out.
"No, uh..... it's okay, Tom." Paula replied as soon as she saw me react. "I don't mind. Really," she added as she shook her hands from side to side, "you don't have to..... uh, do anything."
"Well," I answered, sarcastically, as I tucked my cock back into my shorts and stood up next to her, "it's not your dick hanging out." Then pointing over to the rest of the students waiting to go back in the dorm, I said, "There's 200 people standing around out here."
I was about to turn and walk away, feeling extremely embarrassed knowing I'd just let this girl stare at my package, when she said, "Oh, come on, Tom, they're way over there and I've been keeping an eye out..... I would have warned you if someone came this way. "
"Let me get this straight." I replied. "You sat there the whole time and looked at my dick?" I asked.
"Well, yeah." Paula answered. "I was just being polite. If I'd said something you would have totally freaked out.... just like you're doing now. "
"And so," I replied, trying to make my point, "if I wouldn't have noticed, you were planning to just sit there on that bike and stare down at my dick until they told us we could go back in the dorm?"
"Uh huh." She said. "Look, it wasn't hurting anyone, Tom, and I didn't want to embarrass you. What would I have said, anyway? 'Oh, excuse me, but your penis is showing?' Besides...." Paula paused for a few seconds, "a girl doesn't get a chance like that very often."
I began to say something, but, she interrupted me, asking, "If it had been me sitting there and you could see into my shorts like that, would you have said something?"
She had me there. I stood for a few seconds trying to think of a reason why I wouldn't look at her pussy if the situation was reversed, but, I couldn't come up with one. And so understanding her reasoning, I said, "Okay, I guess it's no big deal." Then, laughing, I added, "As long as you're not going to report me as a flasher or something like that."
Laughing along with me, she finally got off her bike. While she bent down to pull her chain lock through her tire rim, she turned and said, "No, I wouldn't do anything like that, but, uh, I honestly wouldn't mind looking at your penis a little more."
"What?" I replied, not believing what I'd heard.
"Look at it this way, Tom," she explained, "if you wouldn't have noticed, you'd still be sitting there and I'd still be looking. And you just said yourself it was no big deal, so, you know...... you could always just sit back down and let me continue looking while we wait to get back inside."
Holy crap! Paula was asking me to voluntarily expose myself with probably 200 people around. Sure, they were at the other side of the parking lot, and, I'd been sitting with my back to them to them the whole time, but, man – was she out of her mind? What if someone came over, or what if we got caught?
As I thought about it, Paula leaned up against the bike rack and said, "I understand if you're too scared. I just thought it would be fun, that's all."
"It's not that I'm scared. I've had girlfriends before, Paula." I explained. "It's just a little freaky to let a chick see your cock in public. But, let's just say I'd do it, what would you do for me?" I asked.
"I don't know if I'd do anything." She answered. "What would you want?"
I smiled to myself, thinking what I might want in return..... maybe a blow job or a hand job. But before I could answer she said, "You're not seeing me naked or anything like that, so don't even think about it, Tom."
Then, it came to me in a flash of genius. She definitely had something I wanted, I was sure of it. So, grinning back at her I answered, "How about your panties?"
"My underwear?" She asked, curiously.
"Yes." I answered. "The ones you're wearing now. I'll let you look at me as much as you want before they let us go in, but in return, you have to let me have the panties you're wearing."
"That's bizarre, Tom." Paula replied, then cracking a smile she asked, "Are you some kind of panty weirdo?"
"Bizarre or not, that's the deal, Paula." I said. "Take it or leave it. Your panties in exchange for another look at my dick."
