(I deliberately wrote this story to add another set of bouncily naked college-age girls to my Nude Therapy universe.
So dive in-- just remember-- my girls are already naked; they may start without you.)
To be clear: Derek had texted me, saying to drop by his house for a drink around six that night. He was my brand-new employee, but he had been hired into and thrown into the controlled chaos that was our West Coast expansion project. I hadn't had the slightest chance to really sit down with him and try to get to know him better.
The doorbell was taking a while to be answered. I was just about to try again when the door slowly swung partially open. A pretty face framed in just past shoulder-length brown hair peeked around the opening.
"Hello...?"
"Hi, I'm David, your... father's boss?"
"Oh shit."
The door closed partway as she unhooked the chain. It opened and one of the tallest, skinniest girls I had ever seen was shyly smiling at me, showing off her long skinny legs in the shortest of white robes.
"Sorry! Come on in!"
I followed those long skinny legs through a wide open hallway that led through the living room and all the way back to a kitchen on the right and a dining nook on the left. There were sliders that led to a warmly lit, stone-paved area that looked like an enclosed pool.
Derek's teenage daughter leaned her long body and her even longer legs against a center island countertop. I realized that she was barefoot and suddenly I could smell the scent of warm, chlorinated water emanating from her lean, creamy-white form.
"I'm Caylie," she told me, I took her proffered hand and smiled. She was posing with her right leg bent at the knee, the left leg extended. They were skinny legs, but they were teenager legs and I could not look away. She knew I was happily taking in her bare legs, her slender form, and her pretty, sculpted face and she didn't seem to mind.
She had a high-cheekboned, nearly British look; I instantly compared her to a young Kate Middleton.
"My father sort of forgot today was my birthday." She held up her hand at my concerned look. "Let me explain: my mom had to leave on a last-minute business trip this morning, so we celebrated my birthday a day early. Dad walked in half an hour ago... you should've seen the look on his face when he saw my girlfriends were here! We'd been planning a pool party, and he was supposed to pick up some Italian pastries we were all gonna enjoy-- along with some red wine, now that I'm eighteen."
Caylie glanced at her phone.
"He'll be back in about twenty, soooo... if you don't mind hanging out with four certifiable eighteen-year-old girls, you're welcome to join us while you wait."
I was trying to suppress my grin. Hang out with a giggly gaggle of barely-dressed, wet teenagers? I really had to think about it.
"Sure," I smiled. "If your friends don't mind hanging out with an old man."
She rolled her eyes and led me through the sliders into the unusually warm, late-Spring night.
Before I had a chance to look around...
"You've worked with naked women for a long time, right? So you're used to it."
And Caylie untied her coverup and draped it over the nearest chair. She bit her lip and stood up straight. Her breasts were flat but perfectly round with delicate rosebud nipples; her thin dark landing strip was like an arrow pointing to her otherwise shaved, girlishly innie vulva.
I was staring at my new employee's daughter on her eighteenth birthday-- and she was totally nude.
"Caylie!" A voice seemed to be floating over the pool. I looked and I saw a cute, round, fresh-faced, short-haired girl with jet-black hair treading water in the deep end. She seemed to be a compact little thing-- except there was nothing compact about her built-in floaters-- those flesh mounds were probably 32Ds. I wondered if they were helping her float or if their combined weight was actually pulling her down.
"Caylie," the buoyantly-breasted girl with the impish face repeated, "I thought this was a girls-only party-- and instead of sneaking in a boy, you bring in an old man?!"
I resembled that remark. I made my meanest, mean face possible. The sweet face above those pink-tipped water balloons made an even meaner face-- and she stuck her tongue out at me!
I do like girls who show me a lot of sass-- especially if they were also showing me a lot of their sassy little bodies.
"His name is David, and he works with my dad." Caylie was trying to sound exasperated. "He works with naked babes all day long, so this is all like nothing to him."
The nude, floating imp's eyes got wide and I was readying myself.
"His name is David? And he works at N. I. P. Company?? OMG it's Mandy's David; the guy who writes all of the Nude Therapy stories!"
Caylie shrugged. I heard yet another girl voice ask "Nude Therapy stories?"
I turned to my right.
There were two very different-looking blondes seated and sharing the same lounger at the other end of the pool; their bare asses and left leg / right leg were touching... their remaining legs and feet on the pavers.
The cutesy cuddly little golden blonde was turned so that her open legs were pointed away from me. She had just enough curves so that you wouldn't be surprised to find a poke-able little hole between her thighs.
Her dark blonde companion with her open legs pointed towards me was long, lean and muscular, with nearly a six-pack belly (a four-pack?). She had a sultry "fuck me" look that belonged to a much older girl with her straight hair down to her ass and with her deep red wet and parted upper lips that nicely matched her lower ones.
The nude teen blonde pair distracted me from seeing how my delightful little friend with the mouthwatering mounds somehow crossed the pool. I did get to watch her slowly climbing the pool steps which was an intensely sexual experience in itself.
Her towering titties quivered with each step. And also with each step, more glistening wet skin was revealed. As I figured, she was a compact little number. Her own numbers probably dwindled to maybe a 26 inch waist and hips/ass at only 29 or 30.
She walked straight to me, padding on bare feet and dripping water, especially dripping nicely between her legs. Her puss was prominent and lined with dark thick wet fur-- but with lips primly closed-- until they opened up into a deep dark vaginal slit with only a hint of dangly inners.
She stopped dead about two feet in front of me.
"Mandy's David," she repeated. She looked me up and down. "I'm Fiona, and if you weren't all dressed up for business, I would hug you and squeeze you until I could feel your hard cock straight up lined against my sopping wet cunt."
"Fiona!" It was one of the blondes who hissed.
"Go ahead," I said. "Beautiful naked teenage girls override any concern I have about getting my silly clothes wet."
Fresh-faced Fiona's face looked just like a wide-eyed innocent girl for just a moment. Then she grabbed me hard and hugged me tight.
"David," she whispered. "David; wish you were my David."
My dress shirt was now damp and I'm sure smelling of chlorine. I didn't care. I wondered how much I could get away with.
I slipped my right hand down from the small of Fiona's damp wet back to her even damper wet ass. As I figured, my one hand with its long fingers spread easily outward and cupped both of her tiny cheeks. I slipped my hand lower, my experienced middle finger nestling between her soft thighs...
"Oh no no," Fiona whispered as she pulled away. "I'm all in for our next nude teen party to be exactly like that. I'm just not sure about the other girls, and Daddy Dearest is on his way."
"What did you say about Daddy?" Caylie had gotten closer and had her arms crossed. She wasn't trying to hide her breasts; I sensed that she was annoyed at how Fiona had not only cornered me for herself but was now also the center of nude attention.
"Nothing. I just meant when your dad saw us all topless-- especially you-- he practically went into a walking coma. That can't be the first time he saw your bare tits; if it was, he's gonna hafta get used to it. It's a brave nude world out there!"
Caylie blushed and looked away. I felt that there was something going on between Caylie and Derek; some naughtily nude dark secret.
"Well it's only fifteen minutes and my dad will be home... no time to start an orgy!"
Fiona was staring at me, not listening to the nude teen hostess.
"He's such an erotic writer... the way he describes women's naked bodies..."
Fiona slapped her thigh. "Pussies! He is fantastic at describing pussies. Let's line up and have him do each one of us... starting with me."
"Fiona!" Caylie had her head in her hands. "This is my father's boss; he only came here to talk to him... he is not here to narrate some... teenage pussy party!"
"I'll do it." Four naked girls stared. "I mean, only for the girls who want me to do a description. It'll be fun: all you girls are gonna hafta get used to being stared at in the nude one day soon. Believe me-- guys are trying to get more than a glimpse between your legs. So I'm in... as long as we don't share this portion of the party with our Mr. Derek!"
The cozy blonde pair stood as a unit.
"We're in too!"
Caylie looked at each of us in turn, as if measuring us for straight jackets. Then, she seemed to both deflate a bit, but also stand up taller.
"You're right."
Now there was silence except for the pool pump and some very early crickets.
"We're only eighteen once, and how many times are we all going to be all naked in front of such a sweet, beautiful man?!"
Beautiful? I looked at my feet and I think I blushed.
"But I'm technically the hostess, and" she looked at her phone, "we now have about ten minutes or so until 'Daddy Dearest' gets home."
Now Fiona was looking at her feet and blushing.
"So... I'm the one watching the time, and I'm going first."
The girls were all staring at Caylie now-- even the two blondes. They must've been wondering if possession by naughty spirits was possible.
