The next few days seemed both surreal and normal at the same time. Steve had gotten home from work early on Tuesday with the idea of treating Gloria to a homemade Italian dish. He had spent a good half an hour standing as naked as the day he was born, cutting, chopping and mixing ingredients as his new land silently ran her hands over his bare skin. Her hands expertly glided from his lower back onto his firm buttocks then back down his chest to his abs. Every lap of his body seemed to conclude with her wrapping her fingers around his shaft to give him two or three lazy strokes.
Wednesday had been movie night, where Gloria had him snuggle up to her and throughout the rom-com they watched she almost absentmindedly gave him the slowest, most casual hand-job Steve had ever experienced. It was as if her hand was on auto pilot as her mind more focused on the movie.
As Steve drove home from work on Thursday he wondered what his kinky landlady had in store for him this evening. He resisted the urge to speed up, he would savor this anticipation which sent butterflies cascading through his stomach. He knew how the evening would commence. It would be their daily routine He would arrive home, head up to his room, undress fully, then walk naked to the shower room. After a nice hot shower dry himself with the big fluffy towels provided then once more walk naked through the house naked to meet his landlady.
He opened the front door and walked in silence towards the stairs. As he did so he could hear Gloria chatting away in a room somewhere in the distance, possibly her makeshift office room. He started to ascend the stairs when he heard another voice. It was female but definitely a different timbre to Gloria's voice.
The butterflies immediately doubled as he stepped hurridly towards his bedroom.
"Would there be both Gloria and a friend or maybe more ready to greet him as he would enter the room in the buff?"
The idea, although triggering a surge of nerves, immediately started to get him hard. He never realized how much exhibitionist tendencies had been dwelling within him. He strutted down the corridor to the shower room, his cock jutting out leading the way but still swinging side to side with each step. It took all of his willpower to fight the urge to stroke himself to completion once under the water.
The briefest of showers was followed by the most hasty toweling-off periods and he was ready.
For the second time in the last ten minutes Steve found himself marching down the corridors of the house stark naked. His cock was throbbing so much he could almost feel his heartbeat through it. As he reached the study he paused then took a deep breath before opening the door. His mind had prepared him for the scene before him. Two women sat, possibly drinking wine, in anticipation of his arrival. This was not the view that greeted him. Gloria was alone, sat at her desk which faced him. Her eyes lit up at the sight of him.
"Ooh wait." She said out loud, the words directed at the computer monitor in front of her.
"Good evening stud." Gloria said addressing Steve before biting her lip and beckoning him to come around the table by her side. As Steve walked around the desk to join her, his eyes were drawn to the cleavage she exposed in her low cut red blouse from his vantage point above her.
"Why hello there big boy."
The huskier voice came not from Gloria but the screen before them. The initial reaction Steve had was one of being caught perving on his landlady. His gaze shot up to the screen to be greeted by a women in her forties beaming at him. In the corner of the screen he saw the view that Gloria's camera was broadcasting. It showed he had nothing to fear in terms of being caught peaking at Gloria's tits as although her face and torso were framed centrally the camera viewed Steve from mid thigh to mid chest with his big throbbing penis taking up the most prominent real estate in the view.
"Steve meet Lucy. We work together."
"Hello Lucy." Steve said with a smile not seen on camera.
"Hello Steve. I must say it's good to know that the theory on whether photoshop was used in your photo has been put to rest."
Steve frowned at this comment. He didn't understand. Gloria smiled up at him and his little confused face.
