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?
