Naked Friday 01 - Monday

I was much wetter now than I had been and again I looked at the chair, where I had left a large damp spot. I walked over to him and once again offered my pussy to him to feel – he didn't need to feel my nipples, they were sticking out like little pencil erasers from the middle of my breasts, my areola all puckered up around them.

Martin reached out his hand and cupped my pussy, gently finding my inner lips with his finger. "Can we leave the dishes until afterwards?" he asked.

"After what?" I questioned.

"After I have taken you upstairs to bed and made love to you" he said.

"Yes, but don't lets bother with the bed, just do it to now – please!"

I moved back from him and leant over the table – I desperately wanted to feel him inside me, I had been horny all day and now I needed some relief!

He stood up, unzipped his trousers and released his lovely long cock, closing up behind me. He teased me for a minute or so, gently touching my pussy with his dribbling cock while caressing my back, bottom and breasts then said, "Are you ready for this then, you horny little minx?"

"YES" I shouted back at him and involuntarily screamed as he pushed into me to the full length of his cock on one swift movement.

My whole body tensed up and I had a massive squirty orgasm as soon as he was in me. Then, as my body started to relax, he slowly withdrew almost to the end and thrust back into me again. He continued this, during which time I came again but not so intensely, and while he did, his hand came around my body into my pussy and played with my clitoris (this position allows for no penile stimulation of the clitoris, as all you girls out there know already) and his other hand cupping my breast and teasing my nipple until he too came, shooting his juices into me in a long hot stream.

He cried out as he did so and I came at the same time, feeling his cum shooting into me – hot and creamy – and it felt like more than he had ever come before. I again shuddered for a minute and when, eventually, we were both done and he stood up and withdrew, I stood too and leaned back into him, our combined juices gushing down my legs – and I just let them!

Eventually, he turned me around and kissed me, slowly, gently and very passionately (passionate doesn't have to be hard and hungry!). I felt like I was just melting into him and stood and took it. He held me close and felt me all over for about 10 minutes, and I did not want it to stop.

As he did, I was wondering just what sort of animals this had created – both Martin and me. We had enjoyed our sex very well up till now, but it had never been anything like this – I was... well, to be honest I I don't know how I was – but I did know I wanted more of it: much more!

A short while later, we made our way upstairs to shower, me leaving my clothes on the chair where I had put them earlier. When we got upstairs he threw his trousers in the wash basket, they were wrecked with our combined juices making a large stain across the front of them, stripped off his jocks and socks and we showered together, touching, kissing and cleaning ourselves and each other for about 15 minutes, by which time he was hard again.

I said, "That will have to wait until later, big boy!"

He laughed and responded with "And you're going to get it too!"

I went to get dressed after towelling myself down and again he stopped me.

"Why don't you remain nude tonight love, just to help you to acclimatise yourself?"

"I can't; I would feel too uncomfortable..."

Now this was the old me speaking out of habit, what I really felt was 'No, I don't feel uncomfortable actually. I feel perfectly comfortable as I am right now – it'll just be a bit odd being downstairs naked, that's all'.

"Yes, your right as always, I should stay naked while I am home for the rest of the week."

I smiled then and said, "You'd better be careful encouraging me to do this though, you never can predict how far things can go without you meaning them to."

Martin smiled back and said, "How do you know how far I would want or let them go – I might want for you to stay naked all the time – I know that right now I wouldn't object, and while I think of it – do you remember that time we went out clubbing and you didn't wear knickers?"

"Yes", I said slowly.

"Well, I didn't want to embarrass you, or put you off doing it again, but while you were dancing with others, especially the fast dances, it was obvious to anyone who wanted to look that you were naked under your dress, and you just couldn't help but notice your pussy and even you're a large amount of stomach when you were sitting down. I saw your pussy peaking out at me a couple of times when I was coming back from the bar and, I must say, very delightful you looked too. I have hoped that you would do that again some time, but I've been too scared to ask."

"So, let me get this right, you don't mind if other people see my pussy and my bum too then do you?"

"OK, it looks like were going to get into an 'admission of guilt' thing here, so here goes – just don't get mad at me, OK?"

"No promises, but go on." I said.

"Yes, I don't mind if others see you, so long as that is all they do; look. In fact, I thoroughly enjoyed it and have, on odd occasions, masturbated while I think of it. Don't forget, that I get more horny on holiday too, and that is because you become more of an exhibitionist when we we're on holiday. To be perfectly honest, I would be happy if you never dressed again, if only we could get away with it."

I laughed, hugged and kissed him and said, "OK, I'll try this tonight and we'll see how we go, then we can make a more informed decision on the Friday thing together, but the more I think of it, especially since you have now admitted to me that you are a bit kinky about my exposure, the more I think I might do it after all."

Martin continued to dry off and put on some slacks and sports shirt, he always looked good in those, his muscled chest and thighs showing off nicely in them. I wandered down the stairs, remaining naked, to start clearing up after dinner.

It was now 8 o'clock in the evening and I thought, 'I have missed my soaps on the telly – but I don't mind for a change, it's been a nice night so far!'

I gathered the dirty dishes together and walked out into the kitchen, one wall of which has a large picture window looking out over our back garden and our neighbour's gardens, with the separating fences being only low (3ft high) wooden affairs. As I put the dishes down and started running water into the sink to wash up, I looked up and thought 'I can't stand here naked like this, what if the neighbours come out into their gardens?' We knew our neighbours more in passing than as friends. What would they think of me being undressed like this?

Martin came into the kitchen behind me offering to help. I pushed passed him moving back into the lounge, saying "I can't; I just can't stand by the sink like this, what if the neighbours see me."

He followed me back into the lounge and took me by the hand, leading me back into the kitchen. I resisted but he continued saying, "Sounds like Friday's off the books then. Look, if they do see you, they can only but like what they see, you are a very beautiful woman, but if they do say anything, we will be honest and open with them and tell them all about your Friday challenge and explain that you are practising for it and that you don't mean to embarrass them. I'm sure they'll be supportive if we are honest with them – come on."

I went back into the kitchen with him but couldn't help but feel a little awkward, even if I knew he was right. Also, I found it difficult to concentrate on what I was doing, my eyes constantly flicking up and looking to see who may be looking at me and my almost public nudity.

About half way through the chores, Martin came behind me at the sink and turned me around, putting his arms around my waist and kissed me very softly.

He looked deep into my eyes for a moment and said "You know, don't you, that I love you very, very much, and tonight you have let some of my own fantasies out of the bag. Let me tell you this though, I shall never force you to do anything you don't want to do, and I won't even try to persuade you to do something you don't want. What I will do, now and ever more, is support you whole heartedly in what you do want to do. If you want to be naked, that's fine. If you want me to be naked with you also – well that's fine as well – I will be and to hell with the consequences. We are still young, and life is so short, if we don't do what we want now, it will be too late to do it later, and believe me later is galloping towards us at a rate of knots. So come on – tell to me your deepest darkest secret desires, what is that will make you happy, what have you yearned to do but didn't have the courage for – I think this could be the start of a brand new life for us both and one that we can both enjoy. But... only if we are viciously honest with each other and don't try, however embarrassing we think it may be, to hold anything back."

He kissed me again and I responded hard, pushing my tongue into his mouth and grabbing hold of his lovely taught backside, pressing his crotch into mine as hard as I could.

When we both came up for air he said, "Come on, let's just get these dishes done and finish cleaning up while we talk, shall we?"

"Just hold on their big boy – before we go any further, get them there clothes off. If I'm getting naked in our kitchen, so are you."

Almost eagerly, Martin stripped where he was, throwing his only two items of clothing into the corner by the washing machine and releasing his ever hardening member.

I couldn't help myself as I leant down and kissed the end of him, sucking up the little bit of pre cum that had settled on the end of his penis like a little drop of dew on a cobweb. I kept at it until he came in my mouth and I swallowed it all up, enjoying the taste of his cum.

We got back to cleaning up after dinner and I chatted to him as we did. "I've always loved showing off, even when I was in school. I would nearly always be the one with the shortest skirt, the one who would wind up the boys flashing my knickers at them, and getting told off by my Mum for the length of my skirts. She gave up eventually, but clearly still didn't like it. So, I suppose I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist. So, when we are on holiday, I love that I can go topless on the beach and enjoy the looks on the faces of the men who look. I don't take any notice of the bitchy women who are either to uptight to show themselves, for whatever reason, or are jealous because their men are looking. It always raises my sexual temperature and we have a good time on holiday. And When I went to the club with no knickers on, I was aware of how much I was showing – I knew people could see half my arse and pussy when I was dancing – and I wore that loose 'A' line short skirt like that on purpose – I also knew that when sitting people could clearly see my pussy and knew I didn't have anything on except my blouse and skirt. I was so wet all night I was surprised that you didn't notice, but I have been afraid to do it again because you didn't ever mention it – I thought I had embarrassed you and that you seemed a little angry with me, so I've never done it again – although I have thought of it often enough and when I do think of it, and then don't do it, it makes me kind of angry with myself for not having the bottle to do what I want to. So, I want to show off more often, and more of me; and today has clearly brought that out in the open and I would like for you to help with me with that. It might be kind of fun if you actually encourage me, and easier for me too if you set me tasks to do?"

Martin didn't say anything for a minute – he just kept, sort of mechanically, wiping the dishes. Eventually though, he asked, "You want to expose yourself more in public?"

"Yes - I think I do." I replied.

Another pause.

"And you want me to tell you how much and when?"

"Well, that would make it easier, because then I would know I had your approval and that I wouldn't be embarrassing you."

"And you'll do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it and without hesitation or argument?"

A shudder ran through me – I was liking what he was saying so I just said 'Yes' once more.

"And what if you find that to be too embarrassing?"

"I'll just have to get over it then, won't I."

He just stayed quite for a while longer and we continued to clear away in silence. When we had finished, he took my hand and led me through to the lounge and we sat down.

"Let's get you through Friday first, to see how you manage that, and if you feel the same way, we'll try what we just discussed."

Then with a big grin on his face, he said, "I could get used to being your Master you know!"

I giggled and dug him in the chest while replying, "Yes, I expect you could, but only in helping me to show off – I've still got a life you know, and I'm not relinquishing all control. Only in the exhibitionist role will I do that, so don't get too bloody cocky boy!"

We spent the rest of the night curled up with each other on the sofa, each of us going through our own thoughts and not saying much to each other while we watched television, then went to bed early and made love again with great tenderness and love for each other.

Just as I was dozing off, I thought 'I wonder what tomorrow will bring, this feels like a new beginning for me.'