Disclaimers: Each and every person in my little story is purely a figment of my overactive mind. Some may find this hard to believe, but THIS STORY IS FICTION. Anyone lucky enough to get lucky is over the age of eighteen. I'd like to thank my wife for not only suggesting this theme, but helping me getting my thoughts on paper, so to speak.
This is my very first effort in any contest, here on this site.
This is my entry in the
Nude Day Story Contest 2023
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My name is Owen Landreau. I'm turning twenty-four in a few days, and have just been notified by the state that I successfully passed the State Bar Exam!
I'm a lawyer! Holy smokes, I did it. Even though my parents wanted me to take over my dad's dry cleaning business, I just wanted something different.
Not that I wasn't grateful for the living his chain of three stores gave my sister, mom and me, but at fifty-five years of age, he looked closer to eighty.
It seemed as if he worked sixty to eighty hours a week, for as long as I could remember.
We rarely had family vacations. If we did take vacations, it usually was mom, my sister, Paula and me. Dad just couldn't break away from the stores, or so he said.
I knew entering middle school, I wanted to do anything but run his business. Oh, don't get me wrong, he was a good father. To a point. Work always seemed to come first.
In middle school, I started to compete in sports, a little. I didn't do very well in either football or basketball, but found I could hit a baseball fairly well.
Along with this new found talent, I started growing. Nothing spectacular, but by my freshman year in high school, I topped 6 feet tall, and weighed nearly 185.
By the time I was a senior, I now stood 6'3" and weighed 210. I did start getting some offers to play baseball at some of our areas smaller schools, but I had my eye of the University of Washington.
Even if they didn't offer me a scholarship, I started thinking about their top notch law school.
Starting at the U, I did start dating, but nothing to write home about. I did find a couple of girls more than willing to help me lose my virginity.
One such girl, Ginger Hayes, had absolutely no inhibitions. If we were in her off campus apartment, no clothes were worn. Mind you, I didn't object, as she had a body built to be admired.
Fairly tall, just over 5'9" on the thin side with an A cup pair of breasts, along with the hardest nipples I'd ever laid my eyes on. They were in a constant state of arousal.
Also, there was nothing, and I mean nothing not on the menu. Every position you can think of, and some that made me thank my flexibility to achieve. No hole was off limits, either. She was the first girl who would even think about taking my nearly eight solid inches up her ass.
When the situation warranted, her mouth was very accommodating, able to take my entire cock, with minimal effort.
During the entire fall quarter, if I wasn't studying, Ginger and I were fucking. Or sucking. Everywhere in her apartment.
By the end of the quarter, her study habits, or should I say, lack of study habits, got her invited to leave school.
I had to admit, if I was to succeed in school, I needed as few distractions as possible.
With her leaving, I did take over her apartment, so I wasn't bothered with having to look for a place to live.
When baseball tryouts started, I was a 'walk-on' a player turning out not on scholarship.
I was lucky enough to be on the final thirty man roster, as a true freshman. Not bad, but realizing the team needed a backup first baseman. That was me.
All through the season, I did get some at bats, and got a few hits, plus driving in a few runs. Where I excelled was in the field. I only committed one error in the thirty games I played in.
In the next two years, I did get some more playing time, both on the baseball team, and in my bedroom.
Nothing on the scale of Ginger, but I didn't go without. I also didn't let my bedroom activities get in the way of my studies.
Knowing I was accepted into law school, as I graduated in just three years, my junior year on the Husky baseball team was my last. It just happened to be my best, too. Not good enough to attract the eyes of any major league teams, but I knew my next three years would be in law school.
With the burden of studying in law school, I kept my bedroom exploits to a minimum. I just knew I couldn't be deterred from getting everything possible I could from my classes.
The three years of law school, while daunting, did allow me some social life. I knew not to get carried away, but there were a few girlfriends, but nothing even close to long term.
The one thing that remained in my repertoire was the amount of time I spent in my apartment in the nude. Some of my potential girlfriends didn't agree with my lifestyle choice and that was their choice.
Closing in on graduation, I had already made plans to use our family's house at a nearby lake, that we had for over ten years.
I needed some time to relax, and get ready for the real world.
I had chosen a medium sized law firm, that agreed with me that I would have nothing to do with divorce cases. I just could handle that sort of law.
I was fairly certain that some sort of mergers and acquisitions would be where I thought I'd be best suited.
As I was getting ready for my little retreat, I was talking with my parents, getting all the information I needed. I hadn't been to the lake for over three years, and I wondered if the next door couple still lived there.
"Just don't let them bother you, Owen, but yes, the Collins family still live there," mom told me.
"I think all three of their kids have moved out, since they got tired of their parents constantly fighting," dad added.
Our lake house was a nice three bedroom cabin, with everything I could need. I stocked up with all the food and drink I'd need for my relaxing stay.
With Lake Rossiger just sixty feet beyond our house, I knew if I wanted to skinny dip at night, it shouldn't be a problem. I'd just get out of the water and walk into the basement to dry off.
Arriving at the house, after my forty-five mile drive, I unloaded all my stuff, and took a walk around, checking everything out.
I looked next door, and didn't see any activity. No water or lawn toys in their yard, but I remembered the Collins kids were probably high school age, or older by now.
I walked down to the lake and dipped a toe in to gage the water temperature. Not too bad, but I assured myself that later into the evening, the water was sure to warm up.
As I walked back to my house, I heard the sharp sounds to two people yelling at each other.
"God damn it, Erika, can't you do a fucking thing right, for once?"
"Just leave me alone, Thomas, or I'll call the police!"
"You stupid cunt, try that and I'll bury your sorry ass in the backyard," he yelled, followed by what sounded like a slap.
I didn't hesitate, and call the Snohomish County Sheriff's department, reporting what I'd just heard.
Within ten minutes, I heard a Sheriff's car pull up next door.
When the deputy entered the house, I could hear some talking, but couldn't make out the words. I could hear Thomas Collins raising his voice, asking the cop who called this in.
"A concerned neighbor."
With that, I saw this asshole come out on his back deck, look me in the eye and yell over for me to mind my fucking business.
"Mr. Collins, I believe the law says this deputy has to take one of you to jail for at least one night, and since Mrs. Collins didn't hit you, your the one who is jail bound. Correct, deputy?"
He just nodded my way as he handcuffed this class A jerk, leading him away.
I stood in my yard, and within minutes, Erika came out onto the deck with a bag of frozen vegetables on her cheek.
"Do you need me to take you to the doctor?"
"No, thanks, this is nothing compared to what he's done recently. That's the reason for our divorce, two months ago."
"If you need anything, I'll be here for the next week, or so."
Just as I was turning back to my house, she finally realized who I was.
"Oh my goodness, you're Owen Landreau, aren't you?"
I just nodded and smiled.
"Yes, and I've just passed the bar exam, and don't start my new job until a week from next Monday. So I'm taking it easy for a few days."
Going back into my house, I just wondered how much abuse it took for Mrs. Collins to finally stand up to this absolute jerk.
After dinner, and relaxing a bit, I decided it was time to see just how much warmer the water was.
Peeking next door, and seeing the back of the house completely dark, I took off my robe, and sprinted down the yard, into the water and started swimming out to our raft, about a hundred feet from the shore.
Climbing onto the raft, I stood looking out on the lake. With just a hint of sunlight left in the sky, I thought I was fairly safe doing this without a bathing suit on.
I'm not going to fool anyone into thinking I'm some sort of a muscle man, but at 6'3" and right around 210 pounds, I'm nothing to scoff at. After playing baseball for ten years, my body was well defined, plus the water I just got out of, glistened on my moon lit body.
Turning around to see if anyone was looking my way, I didn't see any lights, but I thought I detected some movement in the Collins house, next door.
I took a running start and dove back into the lake and swam ashore.
Getting out of the water, and picking up my towel, I noticed a very shocked Mrs. Collins standing on her deck, looking straight at me. Or, should I say looking right at my nearly eight inches of manhood, just twitching a bit, knowing it was being stared at.
Not being embarrassed in the slightest, I just continued my walk back to my house. I could feel her eyes on my body the entire way back.
I just waved, and re-entered my house. Drying off, but not putting any clothes on, I decided to go back outside to see if she was still there.
Not seeing her, right away, I started doing some stretching exercises for my cool down routine. I also have to admit to doing a little showing off just in case Mrs. Collins was still looking.
She might be a fifty-ish year old mother of three, with an abusive ex husband, but she still might have some desires.
Doing my exercises, both facing her house, and facing away, I didn't even bother to look any more.
Finishing up, and retreating back into my house, I just sat in the large chair in the living room, and turned on the TV.
Watching some mind numbing show, waiting for the late news to see if anything might pique my curiosity.
I took a quick peek outside, and saw a light on in the Collins kitchen. I walked out on the upper deck and noticed Mrs. Collins on her deck having a cigarette.
"Aren't you afraid of catching a cold, without any clothes on, Owen?"
"Not really, and aren't you worried about lung cancer, Mrs Collins?"
"Please, call me Erica, standing there with your, um, thing hanging down to your knees!"
"Come now, Erika, I'm not that big," I replied with a mile wide grin.
"Do I take it, you like showing off, or is this just for shock value?"
"I don't think of it as showing off, because I didn't think I'd be having an audience, besides, I would have thought being married for as long as you were, plus having two sons, you had seen a penis, or two."
"Show off! Good night Owen."
Did I detect a little smirk?
Getting up in the morning, I did promise my parents I'd do some long needed yard work, that I did with a minimum of clothing.
