John and Anita lived next door to Lucy and Mark in a quiet suburban cul-de-sac.
The four of them had a great relationship and considered each other good friends. John and Mark helped each other if there was something heavy to move, and Anita loved babysitting Lucy and Mark's two children. Most Friday nights, John and Anita would pop over, bottle of wine in hand, and the four would unwind and have weekend drinks. They would discuss everything together - world events, parents, kids, work. After several years, they knew each other very well.
John thought that Lucy was hot. She was 10 years his junior, and being a part-time yoga teacher, had a trim physique with petite breasts. Petite breasts were fine for John - he wasn't a man that needed big boobs on a woman. Big, small, he didn't care - but he loved how it made women feel when they were touched and sucked just right. In his experience, the smaller they are, the more sensitive - so if he had to give a preference, smaller breasts came out on top. Most importantly, John thought that Lucy was one of the prettiest women he'd ever met. Occasionally she'd be working in the garden and John would watch Lucy when she didn't know that he was there. It didn't matter if she was wearing her baggiest clothes - she looked fantastic in everything, and her body made him think naughty thoughts. But John was devoted to Anita, so he had definitely relegated his lusty feelings for Lucy into the fantasy realm.
One day, both Anita and Mark were out at work. John worked from home, and it was Lucy's day off. John walked next door, empty egg carton in hand, to ask Lucy for some eggs for his lunch time omelette. Knowing that he was out of eggs, he'd normally just choose another meal for lunch, but Lucy had asked to "borrow" so many pantry items from them in the past, fair's fair he thought.
John knocked on the door. No answer, but Lucy's car was in the car port. That wasn't unusual. Lucy & Mark had a fairly large house. She could be anywhere in it and not hear him.
He cracked open the front door (which no one in the street ever locked during the day) and called out "Lucy?".
"John? Is that you?" Lucy called back a little hesitantly. From the direction of her voice, John could tell that Lucy must have been in the living room - a little way off to the side and not visible from the entrance hall.
"Hi! Yeah. I just wanted to ask for a couple of eggs please," asked John. He let himself in and took a few steps into the hallway.
"Oh phew. Yeah, of course! Come grab some, but I have to warn you that I'm naked." Lucy let the last bit trail off.
"Oh damn. Sorry. I'll come back later. Actually, it's OK - I can do without the eggs. Sorry again!" said John, turning around and aiming to let himself out. But the thought of Lucy naked immediately stirred something in him. He conjured the images of her in the garden - minus the clothes. Lucy's kitchen opened up onto the living room, so retrieving eggs would mean encroaching on her... well... nakedness.
Before John reached the front door, Lucy called "It's OK! I'm just doing my yoga, and I like to do it naked sometimes. Come in! It's fine. Really!".
'Oh my god,' thought John. His lusty feelings for Lucy immediately kicked in. She was actually inviting him to be in the same space as her while she was naked. He wanted to say yes. Actually, YES. But this was his next door neighbour. "But... what would the neighbourhood think?" he said as way of a joke to try to dispel his own anxiousness.
"Oh screw the neighbours! Come in, it's fine!"
John paused, then against better judgement, let his lust win out, but with a compromise. "OK, thanks, but I promise not to look. Straight to the fridge for me!". John immediately started the short distance down the hallway to the kitchen area.
"You can look," said Lucy simply.
'Shit,' thought John to himself. 'She's actually given me permission.'
Lucy had secretly wanted John to see her naked for a while. It all started on one of their Friday night drinking sessions: Both John & Lucy were lamenting the fact that both of their houses had huge windows that overlook the street. John complained that he liked to be able to walk around the house naked, but couldn't if they'd forgotten to close the blinds (which was most of the time). Lucy had said she felt exactly the same, but occasionally forgot about it anyway, and then realised that she was in full view of anyone on the street who happened to be passing by. Luckily there was very little traffic on the street. John had piped up and said that too many people in the world worry about being naked, and that the human body was beautiful and nothing to be ashamed of. Lucy had agreed completely. They'd never talked about it since, but Lucy remembered the conversation vividly. So did John.
But John stuck to his promise, and made a bee line to the fridge, eyes focused straight ahead.
"I SAID ... you can look!" said Lucy. It was almost a command. "Remember? 'People worry about being naked too much'?"
'Shit,' thought John again. 'Did she actually quote me word for word in that conversation we had?' The implications were not lost on John. Lucy had been thinking about being seen naked by others. By him? Had she thought about seeing him naked? Surely not - although not overweight - he wasn't exactly Fabio. And he was 10 years older than her.
John realised he had been defeated by his own argument. A body is a body after all. He felt his cock growing as he thought about his next action.
He turned and faced Lucy.
She was holding a yoga pose. He had no idea which one - he knew nothing about yoga. He didn't care. He could see her cleanly shaven pussy, her perky breasts with erect nipples, her beautiful muscle tone, her cleanly shaven pussy (longer look this time). She was exquisite. Far more, in truth, than he'd ever fantasised about. His erection grew bigger and made a noticeable bulge in his pants. Lucy saw the direction of his gaze and smiled.
"I'm ... sorry!" John stammered, when he realised that Lucy saw that he'd taken her permission a little too far.
Then Lucy's gaze lowered and she fixed it on his ever growing bulge. She smiled appreciatively.
John tried to act normally. "Do you do this a lot?" 'Stupid question,' he thought. 'Why did I ask that?' A pang of guilt hit him as he thought how Anita would feel about him looking at Lucy that way.
"Only sometimes when I'm alone," said Lucy. She paused. "You wanna try it?"
"Me?" John laughed. "You don't want to see me naked."
"Why not? Come on, it's really freeing." Lucy saw John's reluctance. "I promise not to judge." She came out of her position and sat cross-legged on the floor facing John. It caused the lips of her pussy to separate a little, which drove John wild. He imagined the taste of her, of feeling the slipperiness of her wet cunt against his cock, of fucking her hard until they both came.
John was simultaneously embarrassed and excited. Seriously excited. His erection maxed out, even causing a bit of pain as his cock pushed hard against his jeans. "We can't! I mean, what would Anita and Mark have to say about this?"
"They'll never know. I promise not to tell if you don't?".
John was torn. Guilt mixed with lust. In the end, the hormone surge won out. "Alright, what the hell?". To stop himself from changing his mind, he undressed so fast that he practically ripped his clothes off. Removing the pants over his huge erection took a bit of doing. Lucy grinned mischievously when she saw his hard cock, but said nothing. Lucy felt a little guilt too. Mark would definitely NOT understand the situation unfolding here, and she had to admit to herself that she was getting pretty aroused by the sight of John's stiff cock. But she loved Mark dearly, and wasn't thinking of actually doing anything with John. She knew that she was betraying him, if only a little bit, and only mentally.
