Getting to the Pool Early

Getting to the Pool Early Chap 17

As The police cruiser and Officer Ryan drove away, I refocused on the office. Pat and Jan were both in the open rear door.

"What's going on," they both said. "Are you busted, or something?"

"No," I replied. "Officer Ryan was just introducing herself."

"Oh," Pat replied. "She's friends with Marcy and Kelly at the gym. Does she work out there, too?"

"Not yet," I responded. "But she said that she was looking into joining now that her friends have let her know about me."

"You seemed to enjoy the conversation," Jan offered, pointing at my still hard erection.

"I'll tell you later," I replied. "I've got some work to do before I head home."

A few minutes after I had returned to my desk, Jan sided up to me. "What was the deal with Ryan," she whispered. "Something wrong?"

"No," I whispered back. "She just was talking about something that I had no idea would excite me."

"Yeah, Pat and I both saw your boner coming in. What gives?"

"Not going to say. It might come back to haunt me," I chuckled.

"OK...just asking," she smiled.

The rest of the afternoon went fairly quickly. I was getting used to standing and working at my new desk. It did seem to be better for me to think and bend and stretch while I was working...much to the pleasure of Jan and Jennifer as they glanced over into my cube from time to time. Knowing they were looking; I would absent-mindedly stroke my dick or scratch my balls... having no privacy in my cubicle wasn't so bad after all.

A few minutes before quitting time, Pat came to my cube. "With this being so new, I have a couple more things for you to sign before you go. You can get your clothes back, too, if you want. I would hope you just leave them here. Do you have a pair of shorts or something to wear home?"

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot about clothes," I admitted. "After a while...especially since y'all turned the temperature up for me... I go stretches of time where I have no sense of being naked or my body being out of place being nude. Except for needing my keys and my wallet, I guess I'll just go home naked."

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot," Pat blurted out. "Kelly wants you to stop at Smitty's Liquor Store on the way home and pick up some red wine. If you tell Smitty who it's for, she'll know what Kelly likes. You might need shorts to go in there."

"Why did Kelly tell you?"

"Oh, she and I were comparing notes from the gym this morning and she asked if I'd just tell you. She didn't know what you do with your cell phone when you're naked and wasn't sure if you'd get a text from her in time."

"Oh, sure. Thanks," I said. "You keep my clothes from this morning. I have an baggy pair of gym shorts in my car. I'll have to go commando, since I didn't wear underwear this morning. At least I'll feel that I'm mostly naked."

"Don't forget to sign the additional papers before you go. I'll even date them for you...just sign and run," she joked!

"Do I need to read what I'm signing this time," I queried?

"Worked out just fine so far, didn't it," Pat offered?

I just chuckled. "Yes, you're right. My 'clothed females' are taking good care of their 'nude male', so far."

Cell phone, wallet, and keys in hand, I ducked into Pat's office and signed several lines and then started for the back door. All four of my coworkers told me how excited they were that I agreed to go 'full Monty' at work and how they promised to not start taking me for granted. Each one of them either squeezed my balls or my ass as we went our separate ways for the evening with a chorus of 'we'll see all of you again in the morning!' from them.

I followed them out. Still naked, I unlocked my car and threw my stuff in the front seat before I went to the trunk to scrounge around for some shorts... thinking nothing of dressing in the parking lot.

As I was leaving, I did start to wonder why Kelly specified the store she did. It was just outside the city limits and not really on my way home. After I pulled into the liquor store parking lot, I didn't have long to wait for my answer. Walking into the store, a woman stopped me. "It's either all or nothing in my store!"

"I beg your pardon," I asked?

"Either you put on a shirt and shoes, or take off those shorts," she explained. "No shirt, no shoes, no service! My preference is for you to take off your shorts. From what I hear, that's your preference, too. Pat called and told me you were coming my way. I couldn't wait! My hope is that you let me see the rest of that nice body."

"Are you sure," I asked cautiously?

"As Pat says she told you, several of us shop owners are also into CFNM...and YOU are the perfect subject to help train...so, drop the shorts, Andy! Naked, you get everything at cost. Clothing costs you retail... just saying."

"You got me with 'at cost'," I cheerfully replied. Looping my thumbs in the waist band of my shorts, I promptly dropped my shorts and stepped out of them.

"Oh, my...You are everything and more what Pat said you were. I'm Rhonda, by the way," she informed me. "Take your shorts back out to the car and let's start this interaction again."

"Yes, ma'am," I saluted. I then theatrically turned away from her and bent over to pick up my shorts, making sure my butt, balls, and rosebud were pointed toward Rhonda. Standing up, back out the door I went, with my shorts in hand.

Thankfully, I didn't see anyone else parked in her small lot. The store was by itself, with grass and farm fields on all sides. I wasn't a store employee this time, so I wasn't sure there were any kind of exemption for me being naked on the premises, except for no law against being naked. Not wanting to unlock my car again, I pitched my shorts on the hood of my car and returned inside with just my keys and my credit card. I didn't think...and didn't care...if someone stole them.

Rhonda was just a good old country girl. 5'-6", 160 pounds. Dark hair pulled back in a pony tail. D-cup and wearing a Budweiser t-shirt and jeans. True to her word, Rhonda sold me the wine Kelly typically buys, at cost. The catch... besides being naked... was she wanted me to put the wine in my car and come back.

After I returned inside, Rhonda was interested in why I liked being naked and why I shaved all my body hair. She wasn't a fan, but thought with a nice size cock, my body, and my tan, I pulled it off... noting she may have to rethink her preference for a guy's body hair.

She then asked if she could touch me, to which I readily agreed. She felt my smooth abs and my chest with one hand, while stroking my hairless ass and thighs with the other. She then softly fondled my balls, weighing them and carefully rolling them between her fingers. She commented on how soft the hairless sack was and how heavy my balls felt. Of course, her attention brought my cock to full attention, which, of course, drew comments on how nice and veined it was and how she liked a circumcised cock, especially my hairless seven inch one.

Knowing full well what her touching and stroking was doing to me, she stated flatly, "if you want to do something about that before you leave, I'll throw in another bottle of wine for free."

The last four hours at work had been nothing but teasing and edging, keeping my cock erect or hard, but I hadn't been able to do anything for a sexual release. My supplements must also be working its magic. An offer to get myself off in front of an audience sounded pretty good about now.

"Do you want to help," I offered?

"Not this time," she countered. "Maybe the next time, so I can encourage you into being a repeat customer with benefits. I'll just watch, if that's alright."

"Suit yourself," I said. "I've been horny all afternoon, so this probably won't take me long. What should I do if another customer comes in?"

"Dealers choice," she joked. "Do what you feel comfortable doing."

As I wrapped my hand around my erection, I briefly closed my eyes, enjoying the attention that Rhonda...and now me... was giving my cock. After several strokes, I was startled by a cool, slick sensation on the head of my purple, pulsing erection.

I opened my eyes to find that a smiling Rhonda had squirted a couple of blobs of her hand lotion on my downstroke to help my efforts. "Thanks! Lubrication always makes a hand job better!"

Backing up so my ass was leaning against her cash register cabinet, I renewed my stroking with my new assistant's help. Her eyes were locked in on my cock as I slowly alternated between stroking my full length for several strokes and then concentrating short strokes just at the glans. I used my other hand to stroke my nipples and my smooth stomach. The sexual tension from earlier, masturbating naked in a public place, and the coolness of the cabinet against my bare butt made short work of my efforts. A satisfying orgasm shot a couple of ropes of cum out onto her floor and then dribbled onto my hand. Since I was leaning and not standing, I allowed my knees to buckle and I slid down the cabinet onto the floor, as I continued to stroke my softening and very sensitive cock for several more minutes.

As my body was finishing its orgasmic aftershocks, Rhonda handed me several paper towels as I got up off the floor. "Wow," she cooed! "I should have helped. That was hot!"

"It's not too late," I offered.

"You clean you," she offered. "I'll get the floor. Now I KNOW I want you to be a repeat customer!"

After I had cleaned up the best I could, she told me I was welcome any time and was about to send me on my way, but two large SUVs pulled into the parking lot. "I'll keep the extra bottle of wine. Looks like you're going to meet some more women who want to play with you. I'm so glad you signed a waiver."

"Play?... waiver?... What are you talking about?" Good feelings gone!

"You don't know? Ooo... Pat and Ryan make a good team... That makes it even more special! Those are some of our female police officers. The officers will probably get rough with you...train how you fight, you know. One of the papers you signed with Pat was a waiver to be a practice dummy for their training. I'm outside the city limits, so the officers are on their own time, but they do plan on taking you to the station... naked as a jaybird! You might stay there a few hours before you get released. I hope you have fun. Don't worry, though. Your gym situation and your work situation turned out to exceed your expectations, didn't they?"

Stroking me softly on my ass, Rhonda put her hand into the small of my back and gently pushed me toward the door. "Leave me your keys and your stuff. I'll get Kelly to come get your car and take it home. I'll also give her the extra bottle of wine you earned. Use her for your phone call when you're done. Looks like it's show time for you."