And It Went Downhill From There

Authors note: Thanks to Chief Hal for his proof-reading assistance!

There are all kinds of days, days that start bad, but get better as the day goes on. Days that start good and go to hell as the day goes on. Days that start bad and just stay that way. Seems there aren't a lot that start good and stay THAT way! That day was one of those that started good and went downhill. It actually really wasn't all that bad, until late in the afternoon, and then when it fell off a cliff.

The day hadn't been all that bad, until I had to go try to figure out what was wrong with a hydraulic punch press, that just refused to cycle properly, shutting down a portion of the assembly line. Of course, those kinds of things take priority. So, crawling around our fancy new punch press, the one that our maintenance technicians really didn't know much about, trying to figure out what was wrong, became MY top priority. Oh, I found the problem quickly enough. Fixing it would take a little more work. I suppose I could have let one of the mechanics replace the bad switch, but since I was already there, already wound around the numerous hoses and wires and cables under neath the machine, I decided to be nice and replace it myself. I got the switch installed quickly enough, but getting out... that didn't go quite as well as planned. Someway, somehow, a hydraulic line came loose while I was trying to get myself untangled. Well, loose isn't quite the right term. Completely, fucking broken off, puking hydraulic fluid all over like a fire hose, would be a much more accurate description.

By the time they got the hydraulic pump shut down I was practically saturated with hydraulic fluid. Thankfully I did have safety glasses on, otherwise I'd have probably had fluid in my eyes, then it would have been a much worse issue. As it was, I was literally dripping with hydraulic fluid. We got some rags, to wipe what I could off, but the reality was, that what I was wearing was going straight into the trash. It was still an hour until my normal quitting time, but that wasn't going to stop me from going home. I stripped off my shirt and pants, throwing them into a pile of hydraulic oil-soaked rags, after pulling out my car keys and wallet. I felt a little conspicuous walking across the plant in just my briefs, headed toward my office, but what was to be done? At least I still had those on, even though they too, were soaked with hydraulic fluid. I collected my laptop and other items and headed out the door to the parking lot, getting a wolf whistle from one of the secretaries as I walked past.

It wasn't like I was naked or anything. I mean I've seen men's swim suits that cover less than what I showing. Not that I wore any, that were that revealing, and you don't usually see that kind of outfit at a factory. I got to my car and opened the door, looking at the cloth seat and considering how much damage I'd do sitting there for half an hour, in hydraulic oil-soaked underwear. I carefully unfolded one of the rags I'd brought with me and laid it on the seat. I looked around and then quickly skimmed my briefs off, tossing them on the floormat before climbing into the car. I draped another rag over my lap and then put my seat belt on. It was probably the most uncomfortable drive home I'd ever made, but make it I did.

I turned the last corner toward home, only half a block away, thankful that I'd avoided any further embarrassment, but it was that time of day, the time of day when people started getting home from work. The subdivision was far from empty of people. All I had to do now was to figure out how to get into the house naked. I returned the wave of my thirty-eight-year-old, very good looking, neighbor, Diane, who was standing out in the yard watering her garden; still in her work clothes, in this case, a nice looking red and white summer weight dress. I sat for long seconds, trying to figure out how to get from my car to the garage door, naked, with her standing only a few dozen yards away. I thought about waiting for her to get done, but it seemed like she was working her way around the house in my direction, actually getting closer, not further away.

I sat, watching the breeze blowing some of the mist back at her, as she sprayed the plants, wondering how much of that water was being absorbed by the thin dress. WHY the hell my mind started thinking that, was beyond me. Maybe it was because I was sitting naked in the car, maybe it was because I've seen her in the past in her back yard, sunning herself in tiny, little bikinis. Whatever the reason it made the situation even worse. Now, not only was I naked, but I had a hardon that would be even harder to hide.

Like I said, some days start out good and then go down-hill fast. This Thursday had not only gone downhill; but looked to take an even worse turn than it already had. Diane turned the hose off and started walking over to my car, probably wondering why I was still sitting there, instead of getting out. I could see the look on her face grow more curious as she got closer, apparently seeing my lack of a shirt. I took a deep breath and rolled the window down, knowing I was going to have to talk to her.

"Don? Everything alright?" She asked, as she walked up to the car.

"Um. Uh. Pretty much." I answered her, as she walked right up to the car.

"You're not wearing a shirt. Ohhhh! You're not wearing a whole lot more than just a shirt." She said with a grin. "Been out flashing young girls again?"

"Uhhhh, Um, No. We had a little accident at work with some hydraulic oil." I stammered.

"And you...ohhhh, I see." She said, with her grin growing even wider. "So today it's my turn?"

"Your turn?" I asked quizzically.

"To get to see you strutting your stuff. Don't think I haven't noticed you looking at me when I'm tanning."

"Oh...well," I said blushing.

"It's alright, I don't mind you looking." She said, as she squatted down, resting her elbows on the window sill of the car, her head partly pushed into the car. "As long as you don't mind me looking back."

"Looking back?" I asked stupidly.

"Oh...don't worry, I won't tell Nancy," she said, as she reached into the window and down to my lap. It took me almost too long to realize just exactly what she had in mind, my hands moving to stop hers as she reached for the white rag laying over my lap. In my less than graceful effort to prevent her from pulling it away, I actually pushed the rag off my lap, completely exposing my hardon. Why I had a hardon I wasn't about to explain. She'd just have to make whatever assumption she wanted, which would probably be closer to the truth than I wanted to admit.

"Now that is a nice look." She said, with a wide smile, her hand no longer aiming for the rag, but my hardon. My hand reached hers just as her fingers wrapped around my hard dick. "Mmmmmmm... I bet this keeps Nancy happy!" She said with a grin, as she held me. "But I suppose you want to get into the house, without exposing yourself to the world?"

"Something like that," I agreed, holding her hand that refused to release my hardon.

"I suppose I could go get you a towel to wrap around yourself. If you asked nicely."

"Would you," I asked?

"Let go of my hand and maybe I will." She coaxed.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I let go of her hand, which immediately starting doing what I expected, sliding along my rigid shaft. "You know, if you wanted, I could make this go away. You'd show a lot less that way." She said, continuing to stroke me.

"How about just a towel?" I asked nicely, hopefully.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I suppose I could, don't go away!" She said, as she let go of my dick and then pushed herself up. She walked to her house and disappeared inside. I was tempted to try and make a run for it, but a quick look around told me just how many people I would be flashing. The answer was TOO MANY! Diane came back with a towel, before I could work up enough courage to make the run anyway.

She handed the towel in through the window, which I quickly unfolded and briefly covered my dick, while I considered how to proceed. I finally lifted my butt off the seat and wrapped the towel around my waist, working it between the seat and my bare butt, pushing my hard dick up toward, the still watching, Diane in the process. Finally wrapped up, she stepped back to let me open the car door and head into the house, her hand giving my ass a squeeze as I closed the car door. "See you later stud!" she called to me, as I walked toward the house.

I'm no spring chicken. Hell, I'm closer to retirement than anything else. Why she would be interested in an old man dick, is beyond me anyway! Somehow, I knew, moving down the road, that was going to be trouble.

I picked up the bottle of Dawn dish liquid from the kitchen sink on the way to the bedroom. I didn't even bother to close the doors on either the bedroom or bathroom as I tossed the towel aside. I sat on the toilet and pulled my shoes and soaked socks off, and then stepped into the walk-in shower. It took almost all the hot water, in the water heater, for me to wash all the oil from my body and out of my hair. I stepped out of the shower feeling rubbed almost raw. My wife keeps a nice bottle of some kind of body moisturizer, that's supposed to go on her wet skin. After washing everywhere with dish detergent, a little lotion would probably good for my skin.

I started with my arms and chest and then moved to my legs. I worked the lotion up both legs and then started to put some on my dick. Yeah, I know. I was hard, it felt good, maybe too good. I closed my eyes and thought about how the front of Diane's dress looked, the damp material clinging to her bra, her hard nipples poking the front of the dress out significantly. I thought about her standing up next to the car, undoing the dress and pulling it down. I stroked my shaft slowly, letting my hand run over my engorged head, as she had done, imagining her taking that lacy bra off and leaning into the car to suck on my dick, her tits hanging down, where I could grab and play with them. I stroked my shaft, sliding my hand up and down its length, imagining that it was her mouth.

"Oh damn!" I groaned, shooting shot after shot of cum into the sink and onto the counter. I heard the slightest of squeaks and my eyes popped open, looking down the hall toward the living room from where I stood, with my still oozing cock, drooling onto the tile floor. I was afraid that my wife had come home early and seen me in mid jack off, something that I did far too often. What I saw was not at all what I expected. In fact, it was not even remotely in my mind as a possibility, when I started jacking off. I THOUGHT I was home completely alone, not worried about doors. But there she stood, one hand squeezing one of her breasts through her spandex workout top, the other pushed down into her spandex shorts, her fingers clearly between her legs.

Lindsey was my wife's best friend. Had been for many years. She was a few years younger than the two of us, but that didn't seem to be a problem. She was over frequently, often staying for dinner. With Covid, the gym was out, so I remodeled one of the spare bedrooms into a workout room, and ordered the equipment so that my wife and I could work out. Of course, now that Covid was almost done with, and the gyms were finally open again, NOW all the workout equipment arrived. It wasn't a surprise, for my wife to extend the invitation to Lindsey to come over and use our workout room, which she had been doing for the last several weeks. I just hadn't realized that it was that late!

"SHIT!" I exclaimed after what felt like an hour staring at her, staring at me, her fingers pushing in and out of her own pussy inside her pants.

She squeaked loudly, jerking her hand from her pants and quickly ducking into the workout room. I pushed the bathroom door closed, though that would only help so much, since the bedroom door still stood wide open. I wiped up my cum and then peeked out the door to make sure the coast was clear. I quickly stepped to the bedroom door and closed it before sitting on the edge of the bed panting. "God what else can I screw up today?" I asked myself. I sat there for several minutes, listening to the sounds of the elliptical in the work out room. "I better talk to her before Nancy gets home." I said, as much to myself, as anyone else. I pulled on some briefs and shorts, pulled on a clean pair of socks and then a t-shirt, and headed to the workout room carrying my shoes.

"Hi Lindsey!" I said, as I stepped into the room, trying to look as natural as I could.

"Hi Don!" She answered without looking over at me.

"I...um...I guess I owe you an apology." I said quietly, as I sat down on the weight bench to put my shoes on, intentionally sitting behind her so she couldn't look at me.

"Um. Uh. For what?" She stammered.

"I wasn't exactly expecting company. I didn't realize it had gotten this late." I answered.

"Oh...Okay," she answered, without stopping.

"So, I'm sorry you saw that." I said, looking at her from behind, realizing that the crotch of her spandex pants was dark with dampness.

She slowed the machine and then stepped off, turning to face me. She used the towel around her neck to wipe the sweat trickling down her face and neck. "Saw what?" she finally asked. "The way I see it, I'm in as much trouble for standing there playing with myself as you are for what you were doing. So, as far as I'm concerned, it's not in either of our interests to say anything to Nancy."

"I can live with that." I answered, as I pulled my other shoe on. She went back to the elliptical and I moved to the stationary bike.

"Was a nice view though." She said, as she finished her time on the elliptical and slowed to get off. She stepped off and turned around, pulling the towel from around her neck. She checked her watch and then, to my complete surprise, pulled her spandex top, with its built in bra, all the way off, dropping it on the floor. She bent down, her big soft tits hanging down and swinging around while she untied and pulled her shoes off. She straightened up and pushed her pants and underwear down, pushing them down her thighs to her knees. She held onto the elliptical for balance and pulled her pants off, one leg at a time. She straightened up, completely naked except for her tiny anklet socks. "Just thought we should be even." She said, before turning and bending to pick up her clothes, her bare pussy pushing between her thighs toward me. She spent several long seconds collecting her clothes and shoes, before she walked out of the workout room and across the hall to the guest bath. She turned on the light and turned to face me.

I slowed my riding and then sat, staring at her as she sat on the edge of the sink, her knees pushed apart. She pressed her fingers between her wet lips and stroked them up and down, sliding between her wet lips and over her clit. "God, I was so close," she moaned, as she played with her pussy, working her finger over and around her clit. "Oh yeah. Here it comes." She moaned softly, before her body jerked and twitched. She pulled her fingers away and lifted and spread her legs, letting me see her pink depths spasming and contracting, as she climaxed. She opened her eyes and then closed the door between us, shutting off my view and leaving me dumbfounded.

I'd known her for almost fifteen years. I'd never, ever have expected anything like that! I mean, I was stunned. I understand her desire to make things "even" but even then, I never would have thought she'd have done something like that. When she came back out, she was dressed again, waved goodbye, and headed out to go home, leaving me alone in the workout room.

I had to admit, I was nervous. I was waiting for Lindsey to tell my wife what had happened. Or at least part of what had happened. I, of course, told her part of the story, I had to. How else would I explain the loss of an entire set of clothes, including shoes and belt? I left out the parts about Diane and Lindsey, of course.

Saturday rolled around and I was out back, working in the yard. The usual; mowing, weed eating, that sort of thing. I hate yard work. On the list of fun things to do, it's down near the bottom, especially when it's hot out. Saturday was an uncharacteristically warm, fall day. I'd stripped off my shirt while I was mowing the front yard and saw no reason to put it back on. I was almost half way done with mowing the back yard, when the six-foot tall wooden gate for Diane's back yard opened. She stepped out and walked toward me, leaving the privacy fence gate standing open. I stopped what I was doing and let go of the handle of the lawn mower, letting it shut down. She had on one of her several tiny bikinis, that she wore to sun in, a bottle of beer in each hand. Each step made her big, soft tits bounce tantalizingly, the tiny bit of bikini straining, and failing, to hold her in place.

"I thought you might want a drink." She said sweetly, as she came toward me, the two bottles dripping wet. She held one out toward me, I reached out and took the bottle from her. With a grin, she moved so she was between me and the house, her back to the house. She lifted one hand and pulled the triangle on her right breast off to the side, exposing her nipple and areola. She moved the bottle to her breast and gently rubbed the chilled glass back and forth across her nipple, quickly puckering the dark brown areola. "Mmmmmmm. Feels nice." She said, as she reached to her left breast and uncovered that nipple. She drew the bottle across her chest, teasing her left nipple until it too, was rock hard. "Oops!" she giggled, 'accidently' dumping some of the cold beer on her breast. "Silly me." She said as it ran down her body, soaking into the bikini bottom. "Mind if I use your hose to rinse it off? Wouldn't want it to be all sticky."

"Uhhhh. Um. No." I answered, as she handed me the bottle. I took it from her and she settled the tiny triangles back onto her nipples, then turned and walked to the back of the house.

She bent over near the faucet, pushing her completely bare ass out at me, only the tiny string from the thong bottom marring her otherwise perfect looking cheeks. She turned the hose on, adjusting it to a misting spray. She turned to face me, aiming the hose at her chest and then down lower, letting the spray rinse the beer off her tits and then working down toward her stomach. She reached to her thong bottom with one hand, pulling the tiny slip of material out and down, completely exposing her shaved pussy and mound, as she rinsed the beer away. She pushed the tiny bit of material even lower, not stopping until she had it nearly around her thighs. She turned off the water and turned around to set the hose down, her now bare pussy pushing out at me from between her thighs. She turned and straightened up, both tits now hanging out completely exposed as well as her bare pussy. She stood for long seconds, letting me see her practically naked body, before she started to fix her top and then her bottom. She walked back toward me, reaching for her beer again. "If you want another, you know where to find me." She whispered before turning and walking back toward her yard, her body looking almost completely naked from behind.

"Holy shit!" Was all I could think to say, as I watched her walk away. She clearly expected me to come pay her a visit, but that wasn't going to happen. I might be an idiot sometimes, but I'm not so much of an idiot that I'd cheat on my wife, no matter how good the other woman looks!

Almost the entire next week passed, as normally as a week could. We went to work, we came home, we had dinner, all the usual day to day things. That included my workouts, three days a week. I really hated working out. In fact, if I could avoid it, I would. The only reason I was doing it was, because if I didn't, I knew my wife would pester the shit out of me until I did, citing doctor's orders. Well, he did tell me I need to exercise more or I was going to end up on medication. So, it became easier for me to work out, than to listen to my wife bust my chops about her working out, and me not working out.