Lost Clothes

I was working in Florida on a commercial diving job and had this weekend off so I called my friend Maria. We had never met but we had been talking on the phone for months. And I swear everytime we talked on the phone, she told me she was taking a bath... so she always said no to FaceTime. She invited me to visit her house in the Keys, and I accepted in a flash.

She greeted me at the door and after some small talk moved to the kitchen for ice water. I couldn't help but look and admire. She had this confidence, this air, that is hard for me to describe. A charisma I guess you could call it. It's like the difference between a television actor and a movie actor. You just know the movie actors are in a different league. I was deeply attracted to her.

"I love your house. It's gorgeous."

"Thank you," she answered.

"I didn't know what you looked like. Your face I mean... You are gorgeous too." I added, being very sincere but also trying to be suave.

How nice Maria would look laying on her very nice kitchen countertops, ankles on my shoulders, shirt pushed up and tits out, while I took a really long time rubbing my diamond hard cock up and down her soaking slit. Tugging a nipple here, slapping an ass there. Letting my pre fluids drip down from the reddened crown, through the coarse but very nice trim curlies, to the top tip of her V... knowing that very soon a clit would pop out of its hood into the soft light of sunken canister fixtures under custom cabinetry. Could I insert her hard clitorus into my pee-hole? I wanted to try.

This vision was making me very horny. I love nice lines. The house, Maria's body...

"Thank you."

"Thank you for inviting me to visit. It beats spending the weekend in the hotel room waiting for Monday..."

"I know you. You wouldn't have spent the weekend in your room."

I paused. Not sure if I should flirt, be nice, defer... or just tell her how much I wanted her. To kill a little time so I could try to think, I looked down from her eyes... letting my gaze travel down her throat to her neck, that V that sits at the top of the sternum. Then lower, breasts, waist, abdomen, hips... ohhh fuck! I need to focus. You miss 100% of the shots you don't take. And honestly my brain's blood flow was a little lower than normal. It was being diverted somewhere else. I was just happy to meet her in person. I'm sure it will fuel my fantasies for years to come. "There is this one... I am at a beach..." I started moving my eyes back up so I could read her features, her facial expressions, her breathing, the color of her skin.

"Go on," she prodded gently.

"Are you sure?... you want all the details?"

She looked at me directly and nodded, her smile reaching her eyes, making them flash.

"Ok... let me see if I can remember..." I drink my ice water, gather my thoughts. I shift my gaze out the window.

We were on the beach and I was balls deep in you slapping your tits as I pounded your beaver... alternating each tit getting a smack in time to slap on my balls on phenomenal ass. A dozen other couples were there surrounding us and clapping in time. The husbands are untying strings, yanking down bottoms, fingering wives... and slapping their asses.

"You're there alone. There aren't many people about. You have a white swimsuit. But it's not small. It has a lot of coverage. The vibrancy and whiteness makes your swimsuit stand out even among the sun and the sand. I notice you instantly when I arrive. The voyeur in me immediately wants to see more. I want to see you up close. But I am also cautious. I don't know you. I don't want to be creepy. I find a spot like 30 yards away to spread my towel. You aren't in my direct sight but with my sunglasses on I can watch out of the side of my eyes."

"Is that all that happens? Tell me the good part."

"After watching you read, and sun and apply lotion all day, you walk by me as you are leaving. Just after you pass, you turn over your shoulder and say, 'Did you enjoy the view today?'

''I wish I had pictures... for later.' I returned"

"I guess you should've come over and introduced yourself"

"What would have happened then?"

Finally a brief smile. I finished my drink. She came closer and reached out her hand. I thought for a second it was headed for my penis. I jumped back half a step. Then her hand brushed mine as she grasped my cup. Suddenly I then noticed myself, super self-conscious again, and also sweaty.

"In the bold version of the fantasy I walk up and ask if I can spread my towel right next to yours... And then I spend the afternoon chatting, asking you questions, listening thoughtfully to answers and wonder if the possibility exists to keep you from getting sunburned... (her eyebrows raise) with lotion of course.

"Do you mind if I take a shower? I came right from the dive site and it was a long drive here" I venture.

Ten minutes later I was dropping my shorts and boxer-briefs on the floor of her outside shower and peeling my T over my head. There was flirting between us but it wasn't enough to make a move yet. I'm usually pretty comfortable naked but I wasn't quite confident here, at Maria's house, in the outside shower. I fire up the water and adjust it to the hot side. It feels really nice to step into the and attack my skin with body scrub. Thinking back to the beach scene and the possibility of squeezing the sunscreen bottle entirely too hard and 'accidentally' getting half a bottle white lotion all over her back and white bikini... while scrubbing my semi and balls. Maria is exactly my type.

This outside is also stunning. Floor to ceiling natural wood, gravity style shower head, lush jungle surrounding, so the one neighboring house can't see. I needed some heat on my muscles... and now I need some relief for my lust. My right hand keeps drifting towards my manhood for the occasional stroke. I desperately want relief but I don't want to cum in the shower solo if there is a chance I can come somewhere else later. I want to see her naked. I want to feel her get wet. I really want to pull out of her and shoot all over her pubes and stomach.

Suddenly I hear the door open and I freeze- I look up.... but I can't see her but she is right outside. Meaning she can't see my nude form either.

"Just bringing you a towel."

If I'm not making her climax every hour for the next two days and draining my testicles so much they need a month of rest then I will... idk... but I really want her"

She just stands there. It feels like a long time. The water starts to go cold. My penis begins to shrink. No longer stiff. I stick my head around the door and I see her bend over...

She turned and presented her backside fully to me. Her skirt rides up. White panties cover her perfect mound and the slight bulge from her labia is visible. She stays in that position for an extended time.

I am getting hard again... and then she quickly stands, turns and leaves, with a swish of skirt covered hips.

Now I'm in a hurry. I finish up in a hurry, now that it's cold. Just long enough to get the soap out. Stepping out I realize... my clothes are gone. There is a towel draped on the counter. I want to be bold and walk naked into the house after I dry off but I settle for drying myself off and wrapping the giant plush bath towel around my waist. Hmmmmmmm... it's warm, just out of the dryer, how nice!

Wrapping the towel around my waist I step out hoping to get to see more of her. I start my own self-guided tour of her house. Walking lightly in bare feet, and peeking around corners. I spy her in the laundry room bending over, ass up. I pounce. My hands grabbing her waist, my unclothed groin pushing up against her curvy backside. I'm thinking that the only thing between me and those meaty lips are ice ultra white panties. She leaps a bit and tries to turn around.

"Not so fast. I like this position." And I push one hand against her upper spine, enough so she gets the idea I want her bent over. My other hand moves forward around her stomach. Maria jerks enough to almost throw me off. My towel slips and I instinctively reach to catch it. I want us both naked, not just me.

Maria is now fully turning around and gaping down at both my hands grasping the towel over my dick, my legs now visible on either side from hip to toe. I'm now sure she wants to see more because she licks her lips. The corner of her mouth turns up on one side.

"I'm just washing your clothes. They are filthy!"

"I can wait," and I pull my hands back up in surrender. The towel drops. I feel flushed, excited, wired, ready to pick her up. My nearly full erection is a foot from her stomach. She is looking down, ogling me. I am watching her face and I see a hint of red appear on her cheeks. I hear her breathing quicken. I step forward, reducing the distance between us by half. Her hand jerks forward then retreats. Her eyes take a lazy trip up my body. I move closer. She looks up into my eyes... We are inches apart. I feel her breath on my neck. I put one finger on her waist and trace a line under her shirt to her belly button. I touch her skin with my whole hand. I lean down scanning her eyes, her eyebrows, her cheeks, her lips.

I now remember the shower and the desire I have felt since Maria invited me over. With a mind of its own, my middle leg is now long enough it touches her thighs without me moving. She jumps- mashing her face into mine. Our lips touch, but more like a hard smack than a kiss. My head reels back, driving my organ deeper between her thighs. The engorged shaft drives the head hard into her crotch. I see her eyebrows jump up and eyes open wide that they might pop out. My hands encircle her waist and reach for that ass.

I hope she likes her ass grabbed... hard!

I now have one hand full of each cheek, under her skirt and inside her briefs. My organ is now straining towards her asshole. I lift and she simultaneously jumps... wrapping legs around my waist. My lips might be a little swollen and I think I can taste blood but I can't stop. We kiss again. Maria's hips are now rocking and it's rubbing the fabric of her panties against my manhood. I'm leaking... She's leaking. Her panties are soaked and dripping. Our mouths are still smarting but it's not keeping our tongues from reaching out to taste each other.

I want to grab those breasts. I want to get the clothes off. But I'm naked and holding her suspended in the air. I step forward to set her on the washer and I hear the hiss of the water as it starts to fill the tub. Suddenly my senses are aware of her scent and I realize she must be extremely damp already. But I don't have a free hand to check. Our tongues continue to probe, to flirt, to taste. God, she tasted good. I was in heaven and Maria wasn't even naked yet.

"Help," I plead as I free my hands now that her sweet ass is planted on the machine... and they move to the hem of her skirt. With four hands, she is full nude in three seconds. My cock is now showing its appreciation. Her mons is now visible. Her ruby nipples are adorning two very symmetrical breasts. My hands reach around her back and pull us close again. The head of my member is now purple and pressing again against her now uncovered crotch. With my pre-cum and her moisture lubricating the site it's just a matter of the correct position and angle... us both shifting our hips trying to get my pole in her hole.

The heat from her loins feels sexy. I'm almost ready to pop without even entering her. I take a deep breath. I slow down and focus. I won't let myself climax yet. I have to be inside her. I free one hand and reach down. But reading my mind, her hand is already there, wrapping around me... feeling so nice, so perfect. And guiding me towards her seam. And suddenly I'm all the way in. My balls are both resting on her ass and touching the washing machine. It's now full and starting its next phase. The washer rubs that perfect spot on the undercroft of my balls- that place where I want a manicured fingernail to scrape while the other hand jerks the base of my shaft- resulting in an eruption every time. The washer's beater is moving violently back and forth through the water causing the whole thing to shake violently. The energy waves are hitting my balls and her ass, shaking our whole bodies. It's winding us up like tops. We are panting like dogs in heat, while trying to suck each other's tongues free from their roots.

"Aaaahhhhh," she exclaims. I'm not even moving my hips yet. I'm just standing and she is just sitting impaled on my dick, the washer is making us both shake to the core; creating so much friction, even with massive amounts of lubrication that all we can do is hold on to each other. Maria is so drenched and leaking that I can now feel my balls getting wet just from being underneath her.

"Every shower should end this way. Just to make sure everything is clean," I say hoping humor will keep the semen inside me for a bit longer. I think her eyes roll back into her head as the washer continues to drive me deeper and deeper inside her from its powerful cycling. I think I grow longer. Pretty sure my head is now resting against her cervix. Her body is literally shaking as if having a seizure. It's causing immense rhythmic squeezing of me.

"It's making me cum.... Aaahhhhh... your dick... Aaaahhhhhh..... I'm going to cum..... your touching.... Aaahhhh... my..... Ahhhhhh.... Im going to cum!" she intones. And I feel her adding her kegel muscles start to rhythmically squeeze me, milking me HARD! Tipping me over the edge too- spurt after powerful spurt. The first shot tips her over the edge. She screams in my ear and we finish together. But that top tier washer isn't done with us yet. Her fine vagina is still wrapped tight around me. I'm still hard. And we just hold on and watch each other. I expect to get soft and fall out of her... but magically I don't. We are sandwiched together just tight enough. And the washer constantly working on my balls is keeping us locked in coitis. Our breathing slows. My lips stop hurting a bit. We kiss some more. But gently this time... ever so softly. After five more minutes of this my legs begin to tire... my rod coming back to life and once again trying to reach Maria's cervix.

Maria's flushed, still panting, her legs are shaking. I doubt she can stand yet.

I pick her up and start to carry her out and up the stairs. Halfway up I go soft enough to fall out... I think I hear a glob of fluid drop out of her. She starts to wiggle and tries to get down. I set her down and then bend over and playfully throw her over my shoulder for the rest of the stairs.

The first room appears to be her master bedroom. We are both still sweaty, flushed and starkers.

There is a large sliding glass door opening to a stunning deck. There is a perfect view over the 8-foot fence to the neighbor's backyard and pool. A woman, presumably the neighbor's wife, is sunning herself by the pool. Her black bikini is fairly small and really accentuates her fine form. I wonder what her vagina and nipples look like under that suit.

"Who is that?"

"Oh...That's Alanna... She's a flirt" she returns. I think maybe Maria wants her.

"Have you hooked up with her?" I ask.

(shakes head no)

"Do you want to try?"

(silence)

"I will be your wingman. You can climb between those long tanned legs and lick her for days."

(nod yes)

"I bet with a body like that she can go for days. Where is your phone?" Her eyes flick to the bedside stand on the other side of the bed. We both jump for it landing on the bed together; Wrestling ensues, all playful, and we are both still nude. M is much stronger than I thought and fights like a hellcat. For a while I let her win. She is on top, straddling my abs (I think she is still partially full of my semen), hands holding on to my wrists, breasts dangling right about my mouth... bouncing up and back with the struggles. Each time they bounce down they connect with each other. The still hard nipples are too much to resist. I bite one as it swings by my mouth.

"Owwwwwww!" she howls.

And I flip her over, get on top of her and grab the phone. She sticks her thumb up so I can use it to unlock it and find Alanna in the contacts. I give her the phone on the bed, stand her up, and we walk hand in hand to the sliding glass door.

I open the slider and lean close to her ear and whisper, "Let's call Alanna. I'll tell you what to say. Maria nods. I think she is excited by this... very excited. Also I think she wants to f again after the wrestling.

"Call." I wink and she does.

I see Alanna pick up her phone, I lean close and hear her answer, "yes."

I hold my index finger over my mouth. Maria doesn't say anything, yet.

"Maria, is that you?" through the tinny speaker.

"Tell her- I am watching you. Make it sound sexy."

"I am watching you..." she says in a deep throaty tone.

Holding her hand, we move through the door together and we step out into the light. I see Alanna look up towards us. One of her hands reaches up and slides her sunglasses down her nose so she can view us better. My dick is still covered in fluids. Maria's nudity and my cock are clearly visible to her.

I push Maria to the edge of the deck and bend her over the railing. Her tits hang down and swinging out in space, nipples pointing to the ground. I think I detect Alanna's mouth open to an O.

"Tell her-- untie your bikini bottom... on the side."

(pause)

"Tell her."

Alanna looks at us. Sunglasses still down. Thinks. Then ever so slowly reaches to the far side and unties the knot. Maria's breasts continue swinging. I think I see Alanna lick her lips.

"Tell her- pull the front over to the other side"

(pause) I feel moisture drip on my thigh that is forced between her legs. Maria doesn't speak. But the neighbor pulls the front panel to the side.

Maria's breathing starts to get ragged..

"Honey! Do you want wine? Or the Bailey's" the neighbor's husband yells from inside the house. Maria tenses. Alanna casually pulls the front panel back over... but leaves it untied; pushes her sunnies back up, but doesn't answer the question. She also switches her phone to speaker mode and sets it down between her and the next sun chair. Hubby emerges with two glasses full of ice and presumably an alcoholic beverage. His dick is out and already semi-hard.

The wife says, "Put that thing away. Maria is home. She might see it."

"She wishes," he replies.

I pull Maria back up, so I can hear the phone. And we take two steps back so we are a little less visible.

(on phone) "Why no suit? I thought you had golf this afternoon. Were you hoping to get lucky first?"

(unintelligible)

Alanna: "I don't want the taste of cum in my mouth this afternoon. I'm going shopping."

(unintelligible)

Alanna: "If you don't put that away I will cut it off later when you are asleep."

(unintelligible)

Hubby sets down one glass and retreats to the house. Alanna picks up the phone again. I push M back to the railing, reach around and grab one tit, flicking the nipple to give her a show.

Alanna: "Your place or mine? I'll be free in an hour."

I answer, "Maria wants you to come over. She... we both want to see that same view up close."

(phone hangs up) Alanna ties her bikini back, grabs her drink and phone, waves it at us, and heads for her house.

"We better get cleaned up. Can I watch you shower?"

15 minutes later.

Maria is standing under steaming water from the gravity shower head and I'm in the shower but not under the water. It's a big shower. She washes from top to bottom, shampoos and power shaves making sure to trim around the edges. My favorite part was her taking the hand water jet to do some serious deep cleaning. One hand expertly splays her labia and the other alternately aims the water stream up her canal and then switches to the hood of the clitorus. The choral pink inside red swollen lips, surrounded by a dark bush was a sight to behold. One of the wonders of the world.