Fall Into A Cfnm Life Ch 07

Chapter 7

The rest of Saturday was spent drinking and talking about grandiose plans for Sunday, none of which really materialized.

We spent Sunday lounging around the house nursing our respective hangovers and idly playing cards. It wasn't my first choice, but my ...

interest

... perked up when Angela suggested Strip Poker. After being the only one naked with three beauties for almost a full weekend, I was visibly excited to see some naked female flesh for a turn. Those hopes were instantly dashed when Angela amended "Nevermind, we've already got the 'strip' part taken care of. I guess it's just 'dick poker' instead." I was quickly learning Angela had a penchant for really bad dirty puns (or was that really dirty bad puns). We played regular Texas Hold'em instead and, much to the girls' amusement, their constant stream of innuendos was enough to keep my ... ahem,

interest ...

peaked.

Monday morning, Gina woke us up really early to see the girls off for their (second attempted) flight. With a lot of reluctance she got me outside on the front porch to wave goodbye. Inwardly I was also waving goodbye to my clothes.

I'll miss you; see you soon!

She was ultimately able to convince me by arguing that it was so early, nobody would be awake to see me — the sun wasn't even quite up yet — and even if they were, the front yard was so secluded, nobody'd be

able

to see anyway. I neglected to consider the Uber driver Gina requested, who pulled into the driveway seconds after we stepped outside. His headlights shone right on me from where he parked, and I made the mistake of glancing at him for a split second while he picked up the girls' suitcases from beside me on the porch. During that split second we made incredibly awkward eye contact, but he remained professional and didn't betray his opinion of the situation.

The girls gave me and Gina each hugs, and we wished each other fun on our respective weeks. Gina was able to stay home from work Monday — she only needed to meet with her important client a couple times this week, it's just that it would have been impractical for her to fly back and forth from Vegas. She convinced me to join her on the back deck for lunch, using the same 'secluded' argument that had worked for the front porch this morning, only adding with a wink "And there won't be any Uber drivers in the back yard." Every day that week she pushed me to be more daring with my nudity, and to be more comfortable naked outside.

Tuesday Gina had to go into the office for the day. When she came home from work I tried to convince her to join me naked, but she argued that it would diminish my promise to her, since mutual nudity hadn't been the original understanding. She also claimed she wanted to stay true to her word by making sure I stayed true to mine. So she stayed dressed in her work attire, only relaxing it slightly now that her day was done: a white button up shirt, with the top three buttons undone showing me more than a hint of cleavage, and a flowing ankle-length gun-metal gray skirt. Of course that didn't stop her from touching, teasing and stroking me, keeping me hard throughout the evening.

We spent the evening on her back deck, barbecuing dinner and enjoying some wine while we sat looking out into the distance beyond her property. When I finished my first glass, Gina refilled her glass to the brim before turning mine upside down. "Stand up and come over here," she said, reaching out for my shoulder. I moved toward Gina to go in for a kiss. She guided my head toward her lips then continued past them without stopping. Her hands remained firm on my shoulders, guiding me further downwards until my head was level with her lap. She grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it up over my head. For a brief second I could see Gina's bare pussy, then I was plunged into darkness. I didn't need to be told what to do; I kissed her most intimate area and playfully explored with my tongue, while Gina slowly sipped her glass of wine. I pleasured her through several orgasms over the next 90 minutes, under her skirt. I finally heard her place an empty wine down, and say out loud "I'm going to

sleep

tonight! That was wonderful, thank you! Let's go up to bed."

She led me upstairs to bed, pulling me by my aching hard on. I was looking forward to her reciprocating once we'd both brushed, and she'd gotten ready for bed — I didn't have anything extra to do. I was already wearing my sleepwear: nothing. But, she was asleep before her head hit the pillow, so I went to sleep unsatisfied. After a cold shower.

Wednesday I was convinced to mow the back lawn while Gina did some gardening. Despite being incredibly horny from the previous night's escapades, my dick mostly stayed soft while I mowed the lawn.

Hey, how about that. Maybe I am getting used to this 'naked' thing.

I only completed about three quarters of the back, so Gina said "I've got to go into the office again tomorrow, so how about you finish up the back then and take care of the front too."

My back got stiff at the thought of that level of exposure, but so did my dick.

"Ah, see, I knew you'd love the idea. It's settled! Being able to see your cock all the time is like reading your mind!" There was no use arguing with Gina once she'd settled on something. And she wasn't wrong, at least not exactly. But, whenever there was a conflict between my brain and my dick, tie goes to my dick as far as Gina's concerned. "Besides, if you finish the chores

today

, we can just relax on Friday."

When did mowing Gina's lawn become my chore?

Sensing my hesitation, Gina added "don't worry, it'll be the middle of the day on a weekday — just about everyone will be at work, so who's gonna see you?"

"It's the 'just about' that worries me."

"Trust me, you'll do fine."

I didn't respond, but by now we both knew that if Gina suggested it, I'd do it.

We repeated our previous evening of wine and cunnilingus and, just like the first night, Gina had several orgasms while I went unsatisfied. I begged Gina to have sex, but she put her foot down. "Stop it right there, mister. Begging is very unbecoming in a boyfriend. It'll happen when it happens, and begging isn't going to make it come any quicker. In fact," a self-satisfied grin grew on Gina's face "I don't want you to cum this week. ... Not unless I'm the one doing it!"

I made the poutiest face I knew how to make, but Gina was not swayed. We both went to sleep, her with a smile and me with a hard on.

When Thursday came, I chose to finish mowing the back yard first, to longer put off the dreaded front lawn. By the time I was finished, it was 11:00, practically lunchtime... no point in starting the front until I'd made myself a sandwich first. I knew I was procrastinating and if I waited too long I'd never get finished before the sun went down. The last thing I wanted was to be operating a loud lawnmower when people are coming home from work. I imagined it would be a large signal saying "Hey, come check out this person mowing the lawn; there's probably something worth seeing!" The butterflies in my stomach were making it difficult to properly evaluate risk levels.

As a way of easing into it, I forced myself to eat my lunch out on the front porch.

Then I'll mow the front,

I promised myself. This was a brand new experience. Sure, I'd been completely naked for nearly a week now — without even

access

to my clothes —and yes I'd been outside for a lot of it — I'd even been naked on the front porch before— but now I was naked at high noon, by myself, in a relatively unfamiliar location. Ratcheting up my apprehension level, I was acutely aware that there was a stronger possibility of being caught by a stranger than ever before.

I mean, I had been seen by the Uber driver on Monday, but it was obvious I belonged there. Now? If a neighbor stopped by to see Gina, or Brooklyn or Angela, what was I supposed to say? "Hi, I'm Darvin, Gina's naked boyfriend. It was such a lovely day, I thought I'd mow the lawn today, in the nude. Would you like a cup of tea? Please don't call the police."

In the back of my mind, I knew this was a bad idea, but the logical part of my brain was deeply buried behind the part that couldn't stop thinking about eating pussy two nights in a row without cumming. I knew I was vulnerable, but I was also still incredibly horny. Horny won out, and my dick was as hard as steel the second I stepped through the front door.

The vulnerability I was feeling was very similar to how I felt the first time I streaked through Gina's house in the middle of the night. My adrenaline was running on overdrive and I was hyper-aware of every rustle of grass or snapping twig. I could hear the ants crawling through the lawn, and it was deafening. On recollection, that last part was probably just the blood pounding in my ears.

Harkening back to that first night, I again made exaggerated tip-toe motions while I scoped out the front perimeter of Gina's property. I wanted to get a better sense of the lawn, and the points of exposure before I started out with the mower. Gina's property really was just about perfect for a private naked walk. A four foot tall hedge traced along the roadside, save for a gap for the double-wide driveway slightly to the left of center. Marking the side property lines were matching twelve foot hedges. The tall hedges effectively blocked the view from both neighboring houses. The property itself was at the farthest point on a large cul-de-sac, with no sidewalks. There was no practical reason for anybody to be close enough to the short front hedge for me to be seen.

Confident I was as hidden as I could be, my posture relaxed — though, predictably, my dick did not — and I brought the lawnmower around front to finish the chore. I worked on the right-hand side first, starting at the house and ending at the roadside. It was at this point I realized I'd mowed myself into a proverbial corner, as I would have to cut across the driveway at the road, in full view of the road and any lucky observant neighbors. I briefly considered back tracking to cross the driveway closer to the house, but my confidence was bolstered during the first half by having not been discovered.

Leaving the mower running, I pushed it across the driveway standing tall and proud. When I was two thirds of the way across, I thought I heard the sound of a dog barking over the roar of the lawn mower. I stopped dead in a paranoid shock and stood stock still, although my dick didn't get that particular message, pulsing as if trying to get a better view itself.

I waited to a count of ten without hearing it again so I slowly turned, first my head then my whole body, toward the road to confirm I was indeed still alone. I couldn't see anybody so I continued mowing the rest of the lawn, albeit with a quickened pace and a penis that couldn't decide if it wanted to show off in pride or hide in fear, so instead quivered at about half-mast.

I finished quicker than I'd started and put the lawnmower back away in the garage. Then I returned to the front porch to admire my handiwork. This time I clearly heard a loud and high pitched dog yipping. I focused on the end of the driveway and saw a very small old woman standing on the road wearing a pink tracksuit, and mismatched orange headband holding back shoulder-length curly ghost white hair. She was carrying a lime green purse in the crook of her arm with a small chihuahua poking its head out the top. The chihuahua barked again several times, while the old woman patted it gently on the head, to sooth it. She had an unchanging tight smile, and kept her eyes locked on to me.

My eyes went wide, and my penis made up its mind: prideful. I quickly went back inside and slammed the door shut, slumping backwards against it panting. I was amazed I didn't cum hands free once again! Not wanting to accidentally shoot off, I grabbed a bag of peas from the freezer and held them against my crotch while I watched Netflix, waiting for Gina to return from work.

When Gina got home that evening, I told her about my surprise encounter. She laughed out loud. "That'd be Eunice. She's lived in this neighborhood since before forever, and is the largest busybody. I swear, the only reason she's still alive is so she can spread gossip. By this weekend, I guarantee the whole neighborhood will have heard about you." Gina noticed the worried expression on my face. "No, no. Don't be like that. I couldn't be prouder to have you as my naked boyfriend. I love it, and I love you." She added with a cheeky grin, "And the neighborhood will love you too!"

"Uh un, I'm only naked until Angela and Brooklyn get home this Sunday, so don't go planning any naked debut parties yet," I teased back.

"

That

sounds like a challenge," Gina said, with a dangerous twinkle in her eye. "On an unrelated note, how quickly do you think it would take to plan a neighborhood soirée? A day? Day and a half?"

My eyes went wide.

She wouldn't.

"Please no."

Would she?

I was legitimately worried, but my dick was intrigued. I couldn't hide it growing larger.

"I was just teasing, but seeing how much you

like

the idea, maybe I

will

plan a little get together."

She would.

"When you think about it, what is the big deal anyway? Your body is completely natural. Everybody will already know you're completely naked for me, thanks to Eunice. So what's really so different from them seeing you with their eyes and seeing you with their imagination?

"You've already been seen naked by me, and Ang and Brook. And Eunice! That's already 4 people. I'm sure I wouldn't invite more than ten, so practically speaking half have already seen your naked cock. Oh, I forgot the Uber driver; he's seen you naked — did I tell you, he gave me a 5-star passenger rating! I think he liked seeing you. Maybe he'd like to come?"

I'm not remotely gay — not even bi-curious — but the thought of another person, any other person, being aroused by my nakedness turned me on immensely.

"Or," Gina glanced down to my dick before continuing. "Maybe if we had a repeat of last night, I wouldn't have time to plan any parties. Hmmm?"

Soundlessly I dropped to my knees, and moved to pull up Gina's skirt.

"No, not here. Bring a bottle of wine and a glass outside." She waited a half second before adding "To the

front

porch. I want to admire the work you did while I'm enjoying the work you'll be doing."

Gina was already sitting down on the front porch when I came out with an opened bottle of merlot in one hand and a single wine glass in the other. It was a bright night with a nearly full moon hanging above and nary a cloud in the sky. The general brightness did nothing to put me at ease.

At least she left the porch lights off.

Gina gestured to the ground in front of her chair, and I moved into a now familiar position.

My tongue fully occupied, Gina sipped her wine and said "You know, this is getting to be quite the enjoyable evening routine. Wouldn't you agree?"

I started to raise my head to respond, but Gina guided me back down to her pussy. "Mmmhmffm."

"Yeah, I thought so. Ahh, this is a moment I want to cherish." I saw the flash of a cellphone camera from the corner of my eye, and sat back on my legs, looking up into Gina's eyes, accusingly. "What? Pictures was always part of the deal, remember? Besides these are for my eyes only ... maybe I'll send Ang and Brook a copy before bed ... either way, it's not like I'm going to put it on Instagram or anything." Gina chuckled to herself, "hashtag WineAndCunnilingus. Can you imagine?"

I rolled my eyes and sighed. I missed her taste on my tongue, but I also wanted to try and leverage my way into cumming too, tonight. "I'm actually getting kinda tired, can we call it a night? Unless you wanna ..."

"Have sex? I'll make you a deal... we finish our '#WineAndCunnilingus' tonight, and tomorrow if you do what I say all day, I'll give you the best blowjob you've ever had. I'll even let you cum in my mouth. Every drop. Deal?"

Both my dick and my head were in agreement. It was a deal. I returned to her lap with renewed vigor, determined to leave a memorable impression.

Friday was a very physically exhausting day for me. Gina took the day off work once again and decided to read a novel from start to finish — something she doesn't often have the spare time to enjoy. She used our deal to have me lick her all day long. I'd never eaten pussy for such long unbroken periods before, and it took some time adjusting to the new goals. Because she wanted me under her pretty much all day, Gina didn't want me to make her cum. Instead she wanted me to keep her in a heightened state of arousal. It was a much slower experience than I was accustomed to; it ended up feeling much like meditation... I had to clear my mind, and focus only on Gina's body. We set up in the backyard, Gina sitting on a patio chair in the sun, me kneeling in Gina's gardening knee pads. Any time Gina wanted me change speeds or try something different with my tongue she would tap my balls with her foot. The force of the tap dictated the urgency of the change. We broke for lunch and dinner, and just before bedtime, Gina finished her novel. My mouth was too tired by that point to even say goodnight. We both went to sleep with smiles. Her, satisfied from a long day of being pleasured. Me, in sweat anticipation of a promised premium BJ.

Saturday ended the week much like it had begun. Gina said she was a tad sore from my constant tonguing yesterday so we didn't do anything sexier than just hanging out, me as naked and hard as I had been all week, and Gina dressed rather conservatively in her flannel shirt and sweats. I still hadn't had an orgasm since that hands-free event the Saturday before. I started to ask Gina about my upcoming blow job, but she put her finger to lips to silence me "Not yet. But before the weekend is through, rest assured."

The rest of the day I reflected on how my naked week has been. It had definitely gone in directions I hadn't anticipated. I hadn't expected constantly being naked to be so liberating and restricting at the same time. On a practical level, I didn't need to think about what I was going to wear. Once I'd put the thought of clothes out of my mind, I never really thought about them again. Even when I was caught by Eunice, I didn't think of getting dressed — I hid, but I hid naked! On an emotional level, it stripped away my barriers as well as my clothes. Gina could tell what I was thinking just by looking at my dick. Being so transparent to another human being was the most jarring thing. Before this week I would have thought that to be restrictive, but instead it allowed me to just be me — no games, no hiding, no over thinking — I could be my true self with Gina, and know she still loved me.

I didn't expect to be so horny, all the time. I'm sure I did some things because I hadn't cum — things that I wouldn't have done with a clear head and empty balls.

Like mowing the front lawn naked! Or a full day of facesitting!

I honestly wasn't sure if I was looking forward to this little experiment ending, or if I was disappointed I'd be putting clothes on again tomorrow. At the very least, getting dressed would help alleviate the cabin fever. If I had to stay in one place for another couple days I think I'd lose my mind.

Either way, Sunday would be a big day.