I like to be nude.
Whenever I get home, I revel in the empty house, strip off and walk around naked. I'm not an exhibitionist or anything, I've never been to a nudist beach or paraded around naked in public, but in the privacy of my own home I like to feel my cock hang free.
Today, was one of those hot summer days were the heat is stifling, so the minute I arrived home, I walked into the dining room and removed my clothes. The carpet beneath my feet is comforting and, like John McClane in Die Hard, I make slight balls with them.
Whilst nude, I sometimes like to pleasure myself and stroke my cock. I was giving myself a gentle rub this day, as I walked into the living room from the dining room only to notice the cat had knocked the net curtain down. The little bastard did this a lot, but this occasion was different. Without the net, people on the street can see right into the house and, as this confluence of events would have it, I walked into the living room, directly opposite the window as a young woman from work happened to be walking past.
Her name was Diana. I'd spoken to her a few times but only really about work related stuff and it was never a meaningful conversation. She was pretty, bright blue eyes and short-ish bobbed almost platinum hair. She wore professional suits for work, a blue skirt that was perhaps a little too tight around her firm, round arse, a blue jacket and a white shirt.
I froze.
If she looked in, she'd see me cock out, but if I made a sudden move to jump to the floor, she'd surely clock the movement, even if only out of the corner of her eye.
In the split second it took me to ponder my next move, she glanced in. Performing a perfect comedy double take, she slowed down and stared.
I was stood, nude, my cock in my hand, unsure what to do.
Curiously, she sort of half smiled and nibbled at her lip but she didn't look away, She actually took a few steps backwards and turned, proceeding to walk up my drive!
I did not think it possible to freeze more but if it is, I did. What did she want?
She knocked at the door and instinctively I walked over to answer it. That's what you do with doors, right?
I opened the door slightly and Diana stepped in, pushing passed me into my house. Her hand brushed my cock, although whether this was accidentally or on purpose, I couldn't say. I closed the door and followed her in.
Her arse WAS impressive. She strode pretty much to where I had been stood when she saw me and said nothing, she merely turned around.
I stood in front of her, nude.
She looked at my cock. This time she bit her bottom lip. She took a step towards me and placed her right hand upon my chest and leaned in. Her lips touched mine. She was quite a soft kisser and we stayed like that for a moment before her tongue entered my mouth.
Now, before we continue, I have to put out on front street that this isn't the kind of thing that happens to me, or, I don't think, to anyone. I barely knew Diana, had barely spoken to her and hadn't ever really thought about her much, although she was clearly far more attractive than I'd given her credit for.
Her right hand stayed upon my chest but her left hand was suddenly on my cock or to be more precise, around my cock. She had gripped it quite tightly and was squeezing. As we continued to kiss, I could feel myself stiffen in her hand and as I did so, she started to gently massage my shaft. Her hand moved up and down with practiced ease and I let out an audible moan. She suddenly stopped, both the kissing and the rubbing of my cock, and stepped back.
