I stood now in Mrs. Lawson's brightly fit foyer, with the living room in front of me and the kitchen off to the left. I tried to remember the last time I'd been inside here, and I figured it had to be at least three years.
I didn't even bother trying to figure out the last time I had been inside her house while completely and totally naked, which was exactly what my current attire was (or, more accurately, wasn't). But there I was, without a stitch of clothing, and since my hands were on top of my head (at Mrs. Lawson's request/command), I had nothing covering my groin (or any other part of me). And Mrs. Lawson was definitely appreciating my exposure as she stood directly in front of me, clad in a bathrobe, tank-top, and sweats. She even wore sensible slippers to combat the cold of her tile floor--a coldness I was all too aware of due to my bare feet.
"You know, it's been a long time since I've had a man here," she said. "There are a bunch of odd jobs I kept meaning to get to... maybe I should get you to help? And the best part is that you wouldn't have to worry about your clothes getting dirty or sweaty since you aren't wearing any. I think we would really enjoy having a totally nude handyman for the evening!"
One word caught my attention. What did she mean by 'we'?
"Daphne should be home in a little bit," she replied. Daphne was her daughter, two years older than me. We had played together as kids, but by high school had only a passing acquaintance. An acquaintance that I realized was soon to get much more intimate. "I know she will just love seeing you." As before, with the word 'seeing' she took a moment to thoroughly look me up-and-down, an action that both humiliated and aroused me at once.
"But," she continued, "I think I should look for that key now." The key in question (I desperately hoped) was the spare key to my house--the only hope I had for getting back inside there before my folks got back from their day out. I had been equating that key with also getting some covering (as I was so incredibly tired of being naked), but now that I was in Mrs. Lawson's house I held out some hope she would offer me some. A hope that was dashed with her next sentence.
"It would be really embarrassing for you if I didn't have that key, since all of the clothes you have here in town are in that house. If I can't find it, why, you'd probably have to stay here all naked until your folks got home. Then I'd call to let them know you were here, since they might worry when they found the house empty. After that, I imagine they'd bring you some clothes to walk home in... or they might ask me to bring you over myself, which I would gladly do, walking you home in your birthday suit so they could see how naughty you'd been... or maybe they'd let me keep you for the rest of the summer!!" With that last possibility in mind Mrs. Lawson clapped her hands giddily like a young girl.
She stepped up to me, reaching her hand down to cup my testicles. As she gently rolled them between her fingers (and as I squirmed under her ministrations, breathing heavily once again), she continued her thoughts. "Oh, it would be such fun to play with these for the rest of the summer. Waking up in the morning, and then walking into the living room and playing with your balls. Or, going outside to water the lawn, holding the water hose in one hand while stroking your hose with the other."
I shuddered at her last comment, though I knew that soon I would be shuddering much more violently as I came all over her living room floor.
Mrs. Lawson sensed this, too, as with her other hand she repeated that little trick from earlier where she squeezed the base of my erection quickly hard enough to postpone my eruption.
She stepped away slightly, letting her nail gently scratch my scrotum as she let go. "Oh right, I forgot you probably would prefer not to be back outside totally nude, since that was where I found you. Remind me again how that happened." She acted as though she had no recollection, making it clear I had to relive the experience for her benefit.
I rehashed the story from earlier: My girlfriend had dared me to swim and tan suit-less since I had the house to myself. I walked outside naked, realizing I had forgotten to bring a towel with when I found the door had locked behind me.
"I wonder what she would say if she found out how it turned out for you," Mrs. Lawson said.
I muttered that she seemed to really enjoy it, actually. I realized my mistake the second I said it but I couldn't take it back.
"You were on the phone with her, weren't you? When you found yourself locked out totally nude," she surmised, a grin on her face. Portable phones were common at the time, their range known to extend beyond the house to porches and yards. "So, where did you leave her?"
I didn't understand, as my girlfriend was 'left' at her parents' house, in another town.
"No," Mrs. Lawson explained. "Like in a TV show: 'When last we left our heroine, she was on the phone, breathlessly enjoying the predicament of her boyfriend, who, because of her dares, was now locked outside totally nude.'" She had slightly lowered her voice for that performance, and even in my state I had to chuckle a little. This caused my erection to sway a bit, which caught Mrs. Lawson eye and caused her to lick her lips again.
Yes, I told her that my girlfriend knew I had been locked out, and knew that I couldn't stay there to wait for my folks, that we had a really cool neighbor who might have a spare key, and that it looked like that really cool neighbor (I kept repeating that phrase, hoping it would inspired some compassion from Mrs. Lawson) might be home.
"So, you left her at the point when you were about to streak the neighborhood, and right before you found yourself so very nude in a spotlight on my front porch."
She didn't say anything else for a second. Then, Mrs. Lawson turned and headed to the kitchen, I hoped to look for the key. For a moment I considered making a run for the nearest bathroom to find a towel, or even the nearest bedroom to grab a sheet, a shirt, or anything to cover with. I really, really hated still being naked. But I couldn't. All I kept picturing was Mrs. Lawson screaming and throwing me out of the house, and me being back outside naked with no key, no clothes, and no hope for covering. I didn't even move my hands (though my arms were starting to get tired), leaving my erection uncovered as I continued doing whatever I thought would make Mrs. Lawson happy enough to give me the key.
The she called for me. "John, please bring that cute nude body of yours into the kitchen."
I walked towards her voice, feeling ridiculous with my arms up. I kept trying not to look down, but a continual bobbing at the bottom of my peripheral vision and the cold feeling of tile frequently reminded me of my undressed state. I crossed into the kitchen and found Mrs. Lawson sitting at a small desk pushed up under the window. I stopped a couple feet away from her.
"John, I've got good news. I found your mom's spare key."
My heart nearly exploded. She could see the relief in my face, even if no other part of me appeared to have calmed down.
"I will give it to you, but not yet. I love you being totally nude in my house, love watching your dick bounce up and down, love knowing I can cup your balls, or scratch your ass, or lick any part of you I want, since I have all this immediate access to your body. I'm having more fun than I've had in years and I won't give that up yet.
