Getting to the Pool Has Its Advantages Chapter 4
Quick recap... I had been caught swimming naked at the gym by Marcy, one of the gym attendants. Recognizing my exhibitionist tendencies, she and another swimmer, Jeanie, paraded me around the gym totally naked, allowed me to be jacked off in front of multiple clothed women, and then sent out to my car, still naked as the day I was born, with a promise that I would be allowed to continue to swim and work out at the gym naked...if I wanted to explore my CFNM fantasies.
Since I was already late for work, I called in sick and drove home to think about what had happened and what I was going to do the next morning. Despite having cum twice already, my morning NIP events and driving home naked soon had me hard as a rock again. On long distances car trips, I often drove naked, but that was usually after I was out of town and on the interstate. In town, the streets were too full for comfort, but I was too horny to want to waste another raging hard on. I slowly stroked my wood as I drove, hoping I didn't wreck or be seen on my way home.
At the gym, I had boldly chucked my only clothes in the trunk, I reasoned that I needed to get rid of my erection so I wouldn't look quite as lewd when I went into the house naked. Fortunately, I did have some McDonalds napkins in the car to catch another ample load of jism from another satisfying climax!
Pulling into the neighborhood, I didn't know what to expect, since I usually went straight to work from the gym. I didn't know my neighbor's routines at 8:00, but because of my newfound enjoyment of being naked in public, I decided to park near the street and put my shorts on, rather than pull into my garage and waste being naked.
Still high from my earlier escapades and the thrill of being seen or caught, I got out of my car, casually closed and locked my door, and walked slowly to the trunk of my car. I purposely leaned in to retrieve some gym shorts from my bag, taking time to unzip, rummage for just the right pair, and then rezip the bag. While I was stepping into my shorts, I heard a wolf whistle, but I couldn't tell where it came from.
Walking barefoot to the house, free balling and shirtless, I soon discovered where the whistle had come from. Standing on the sidewalk, with her hands on her hips, was a good-looking blonde neighbor that I had only recently seen. She was wearing a tight pair of blue volleyball shorts, with the waistband turned down a couple of times, and a matching running bra. She had a runner's body. Probably 5'-8", 115 pounds, small round breasts that probably didn't need a bra to hold them in place. She had a nice tan with toned legs, flat stomach, and an obvious camel toe. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail with it tucked thru the back of the baseball cap she was wearing. She had killer blue eyes and a dazzling smile. Her bronze skin glistened with sweat and her breathing was deep and slow. I had been hoping to meet her, just not quite under these circumstances.
"Walk of shame, this morning, neighbor," the blonde inquired?
"Kinda, sorta," I sheepishly answered.
"Sorry, I couldn't resist whistling at you. It's not often I get that kind of eye candy during my morning run," she replied, kiddingly. "My name is Kelly. I'm your next-door neighbor."
Here I am, standing before a good looking blonde that I've been wanting to meet. I'm barefoot and shirtless, sporting a semi-erect cock wanting out of my gym shorts. If there is a positive to this, is that she checked out my package with a couple of quick glances.
"My name is Andy," I responded. "I'm really sorry for flashing you. You wouldn't believe the morning I've had."
