"Uh... hiya." I ventured. She grunted an acknowledgment, but never lifted her eyes. "I'm uh, here to get their luggage. ... ... and uh, bring it inside."
Still staring at my dick she drawled "mmm'kay." I was starting to feel slightly self conscious as she was essentially having a conversation with my dick at this point. My dick, conversely, was loving the attention, practically straining to hear better. "So, uh, are they in the truck, then...?"
Another long pause and delayed response directed to my dick. "Ayh, yup."
I shifted my weight uneasily. Getting anywhere with this woman was almost painful. It's like she was drawing this out for as long as she could. "So, could you, um ... —" I was interrupted by the trunk popping open. "Thanks." I tried to rush around to the back of the car, but my path was barred by the back door opening, and Angela and Brooklyn exiting the car.
"Darvin! It's so great to see all of you again!" Angela practically shrieked, before coming in for a bear hug. She didn't lift me off the ground, but she tried her hardest with both hands firmly on my ass. "Thank you so much for getting the luggage! Oh, it's good to be home!!"
Brooklyn also leaned in for a quick hug, but lingered far less than Angela did. "Heard you met Eunice." She could barely contain her enthusiasm. "You must be the talk of the neighborhood. So it sounds like your vacation was a success!"
They both headed to the front door, their close proximity to me causing me to spin in their direction as they brushed past. I stood and watched them enter the house, genuinely surprised at how happy I was to see them again. My reverie was broken by the Uber driver's gentle cough. I could see she was still staring at my dick with extreme disinterest through the side mirror. Flustered, I remembered I was standing stark naked outside with an audience. I quickly went to the trunk, thinking that I'd at least be able to give myself some measure of modesty while I brought the suitcases in.
Pulling the two full sized suitcases from the trunk, I realized I'd overestimated my chances at modesty. The cases were too large to carry in front of me, so with a heavy sigh I extended their handles and pulled them behind me towards the porch. Once I was in front of the car — and I assume my dick was no longer in her sight — the Uber driver backed out of the driveway with a double-tap of the horn.
I startled enough to almost drop both suitcases, but a quick survey of the yard showed no neighbors took notice.
Finished awkwardly struggling the cases inside, I let them drop in the living room and relaxed with my hands on my hips. I glanced quickly at the new nude portrait of me hanging on the wall, and was relieved neither of the girls had seen or remarked on it yet.
I wasn't about to rifle through Brooklyn's suitcase on my own to find my clothes, and I couldn't get a word in edgewise while the three girls regaled about their respective weekends, so I just stood there silently, hands on hips, wishing I had pockets again. There's something about being naked for prolonged periods, that I can never quite figure out what to do with my hands.
It became clear that the discussion wasn't wrapping up any time soon, so I sat down on the couch with the girls to at least be a passive member of the confabulation. Before long, and despite myself, I dozed off for a bit of a nap.
When I awoke, I saw the suitcases were gone from the living room, my clothes were neatly folded on the floor beneath my nude portrait and the girls were just dishing out Chinese take-out for four. Oh, and I was sporting a healthy erection from just waking up.
