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.
