0 comments/ 66996 views/ 9 favorites My Naked Days By: finally99 Years ago, I had a female friend who I was very close with. We had met on the East Coast when we were both in graduate school but then lost sight of each other for a couple of years since we both moved to different cities. Chance had it that we ended up in the same city, the lovely San Diego where we began an adventurous relationship. Joyce and I had always had a platonic relationship although it was not free of ambiguity. Particularly, the last summer of graduate school, we spent much time together, going to concerts, to restaurants and to the beach. There was considerable tension between us and I was sure that if one of us crossed the line there would be no holding back. But for some reason we never did, and in all honesty, the main reason I never did was that I always found Joyce a bit intimidating. She is a beauty, tall and slim with beautiful dark skin and long, pitch-black hair. She is also very athletic and spends much time sailing, swimming and running. But it is not her physical attributes that intimidate me. She is also very controlled and, to be honest, a bit controlling. That does, however, not mean that you cannot have a ton of fun with her. When I first arrived in San Diego, Joyce offered that I could stay with her until I found my own place. She came to pick me up at the airport in her convertible sports car looking truly splendid as she drove up. Her hair was flowing in the wind and with her dark sunglasses she looked every bit like a movie star. We spent the evening together at a sushi restaurant and then retired to her house, which is overlooking the coast. Joyce suggested that the next day we go to the beach with her sister. The next morning, Barbara, Joyce's sister showed up relatively early. Both are a few years older than myself with Barb being the oldest. She is, however, even more stunning than her sister and used to make a living as a model. I had not seen either of them for several years and was happy to be the man accompanying these beauties. We grabbed our towels, swimsuits and a few refreshments, and set off for the beach at La Jolla. When we got to La Jolla, we parked the car changed into our swimsuits and walked to the beach armed with towels and suntan lotion. The beach was busy with the usual crowd of surfers, sunbathers and people letting their dogs run around. Joyce is not crazy about large crowds and dislikes dogs even more. So, she suggested we walk down the beach towards Blacks Beach. I was excited since I hoped the two sisters would at least take off their bikini tops at that clothing optional beach. We climbed over the rocks until we got to a flat stretch of beach where we put down our things and lied down on our towels enjoying the relative calm. I was quite tired from the jetlag and travel, and so it did not take long for me to doze off. When I awoke I slowly opened my eyes without moving. The two sisters were sitting next to me, chatting and giggling. I started to look around and noticed that the beach had filled up quite a bit. In fact, there were a good number of men around, many of them stark naked. As it turned out we had ended up in a primarily gay section of Blacks Beach although there were some women. From the looks of it, the two sisters were enjoying the sight and I decided to try to embarrass them. "Girls," I said, "are you enjoying the show?" "Well, since you were asleep, we had to busy ourselves otherwise," Barb said, followed by some giggling from both. "But yes, the show is stimulating," again giggling. "So, sleepyhead, are you ready to join us in the water?" Joyce asked. I sat up, looking around. I then noticed that I had developed a slight boner while sleeping. Not wanting to embarrass myself getting up with a bulge in my swimsuit I decided to wait until it subsided. But the two sisters were already up and started pulling me up on both hands so that I was on my feet within a few seconds. I noticed both glancing at my crotch where a bulge was clearly visible. Neither one said anything but Barb, who is the by far more outgoing of the two, pinched my butt to move me along. The water felt quite cold and I took my sweet time to get into the water. Barb, being the impatient one, gave me a push so that I fell in. I yelled and as soon as I was on my feet, I jumped at her trying to push her under. We struggled and finally Joyce joined in and the two sisters teamed up on me. Barbara came up from behind and wrapped her legs around my hips while Joyce put her hands onto my shoulders and pushed down so that I was with my head under water in no time. I was thrashing around like crazy but could not help myself against those two. "I give up," I managed to yell holding my hands up in the air as a sing of surrender. That was a mistake because Barb dove down and yanked down my swimsuit. I was off balance and so my suit slipped off completely. She immediately realized her victory and swam off, triumphantly waving my swimsuit above her head. "Barbara, give it back," I struggled after her. But as I reached her she threw the wet piece of cloth right at Joyce who was behind me. She now turned and ran out of the water. Barb followed her and they both went back to the towels sitting down expectantly. I stayed in the water for a while and protested even though I knew it was to no avail. Ultimately, I had no choice but to get out of the water. I felt humiliated but also excited in a strange way. Joyce, my old friend, and her gorgeous sister would both see me completely exposed. Moreover, they were the cause of my embarrassment and delighted in it. I decided to face up to my predicament and to not cover myself. So, I walked straight towards them. "Nice, man", Barb was purposefully using her best Caribbean accent, "now you fit in with the other guys." "Ahem yes, but can I have my suit back?" I said. "What do you think, Joyce? Should we give him his suit back?" Joyce slowly looked me up and down. Her eyes finally came to rest on my penis, which had begun to slightly swell due to the attention. "I think not", she finally said without giving any further explanation. I weighed my options. To struggle for my swimsuit with Joyce who had hidden it somewhere was a recipe for even more embarrassment. She is a strong woman who, I was sure, would not give it up without a fight. Thus I decided to sit down on my towel pulling up my legs to hide as much as possible. But I was also not going to beg for my suit because I knew that this would encourage them even more. The whole situation started to increasingly affect me. I felt my pride had been violated but I also did enjoy the attention and the erotic tension. My penis started to stir a bit and I feared an embarrassing erection coming. Meanwhile, the sisters were looking at me clearly anticipating my next move. I decided to play it cool, grabbed my book and lied down on my stomach to read. After a while, the two apparently lost interest and began to read as well. None, however, seemed to have any intentions of returning my suit. "Your back is getting a bit red," Joyce remarked after a while. "Shit, I don't want to burn," I said. "Do you want me to put lotion on?" Joyce asked matter of fact. "Please," I said putting the book down and resting my head on my outstretched arms. Joyce squeezed a good portion of lotion on my shoulders and proceeded to rub it in. She moved methodically down my back until she reached my bare behind. At that point, she took her hands off my back. But soon I felt something cool on both of my cheeks and she started to massage some cream in. She squeezed my flesh and started to move her hands up my back again giving me a delightful massage. I started to relax. But suddenly, I felt another pair of hands moving up my legs, spreading cream towards my buttocks. Both were now kneading my flesh but Barb was definitely trying to arouse me by moving her hands over the insides of my legs, occasionally brushing against my testicles. I felt my penis starting to swell but it was tucked in an uncomfortable position and started to hurt. To relieve the pressure, I lifted my hips up and my penis sprang into a more comfortable position. Both had noticed that move and stopped the massage. "Turn around," Barb commanded. I am not sure why but I simply obeyed. And so I found myself lying on my back between the two sisters with a beginning erection. They looked at each other and now it was Joyce who spoke: "I think he needs some cream on these white parts as well." She squeezed some cream into her hands and started to gently apply it to my balls. I instinctively moved my legs apart and she took my dick, which was now fully erect and started to spread the cream in slow strokes from tip to base. "Oh god", escaped my lips. It felt incredible but I was also nervous as hell. She stopped massaging my penis and moved to my belly and chest. Meanwhile Barb had started doing her routine on my legs again where she ever so gently rubbed against my balls. "Ok, you are all creamed now," Joyce said and sat back. "You look nice," Barb said and joiner her sister. The two were looking at me unabashedly. "Thank you but I feel a bit strange", I thought honesty would serve me best at this point. "But you are enjoying yourself", Barb was staring at my penis again. "Well, I have been to nude beaches with friends before but we were usually all naked," I said in an attempt to entice them to take off their suits. "That is ok. You will get used to it", Barb responded and moved to her towel to lie down. Joyce followed suit and I was left alone with my still erect penis. I looked around the beach and it was obvious that some others around us had noticed the show. This made me even more uncomfortable and flipped over onto my belly again. But it took a long while before I calmed down a bit again from the brief but intense massage and the tension that was in the air between us. As the day went on, I became increasingly used to being naked around the two. I do not think the sisters had planned any of the events; however, they did take charge and seemed emboldened by my nakedness and the fact that I had resigned myself to it. At one point, we went back into the water and were goofing off with a Frisbee; this included a lot of wrestling and from time to time I felt a hand on by ass or a slight brush against my penis but nothing as direct as the brief massage with the sun lotion. Barb was the first out of the water again and was already dried off when Joyce and I followed. She had a smirk on her face and I soon noticed the camera in her hand. "Barb, please, no pictures" I pleaded but it was already too late. The first picture was already snapped. "OK, you two pose with your backs against the water", Barb instructed us. "No, stop", I protested once more but Barb kept aiming the camera at me. Joyce swiftly took me by the hand and dragged me towards the water. I trotted after her and, once we reached the water's edge, positioned myself behind her in order to cover my nakedness. "Don't stand there like two logs," Barb yelled. Joyce stepped aside and grabbing my waist pulled me towards her. I was now fully exposed and Barb started snapping away. I was still unsure whether I wanted this to happen when Joyce addressed her sister: "Now your turn." "Come here naked boy", Barb said. "Yes, madam, right at your disposal." I was playing along but was, as always, apprehensive of Barb. We posed for a couple of pictures in the same position as before but then Barb got other ideas. Since she had been a model she feels comfortable in front of a camera. Barb struck up poses in front of and beside me while I was still standing beside her rather sheepishly. When she bent down to stare at my penis and to make 'oh lala' faces the predictable happened. I felt the familiar tightening in my groin, which precedes an erection. "Oh dear," I muttered. "Oh dear," Barb echoed and cupped her hands over my swelling penis. This, of course, made things worse and my member sprang to full life. The result was a series of pictures where Barb grabbed my penis with one hand, thus seemingly holding on while she struck all sorts of poses. All this was documented by a laughing Joyce. "One last picture," Joyce said. I was relieved that the torture would be over since it was obvious that a great number of people at the beach were now openly staring at us. I even saw some guys pointing the scene out to others. But I did not know what Joyce's idea of a last picture was. She lowered the camera and looked around the beach until she spotted a couple of girls who were sitting on a towel nearby. They had clearly been watching us. Joyce walked up to them and from the gestures I guessed that she was asking them to take a picture of the three of us. Joyce handed the camera to one of the girls and both stood up. Joyce ran towards us and positioned herself so that I was in their middle. The new girl with the camera was obviously enjoying herself and she started to issue commands for the picture. Joyce and Barb both wrapped their hands around my penis and waved with the other hand for the camera and finally each placed a kiss on my cheeks. Without invitation, the photographer's friend came towards us and started to pose with us. I now had hands on my penis and my behind. Finally, the two girls switched places and there were a few more pictures taken. This was the end of the picture session and I now faced the difficulty of getting back to the towels with a full erection and with the beach inhabitants' full attention. Not quite sure what to do, I ran towards the towels and plopped myself down. Joyce and Barb followed, sat down and smiled at me. "That was fun," Joyce said. "I have always wanted a naked man at my disposition." "Well, you sure had me there," I responded. As we were exchanging those pleasantries, a shadow fell over me and I looked up to discover that the two girls had come over as well. "My name is Jane and this is my friend Ann. We don't want to intrude but we both have never seen anything like this," Jane said a bit coyly. She was obviously embarrassed and was blushing as she spoke. Both girls looked quite young, I now noticed. "I hope you don't mind but we wanted to talk to you all," Ann continued. She was the prettier of the two although both were rather plain looking. Jane had dark, short hair and was small and boyishly skinny, while Ann was a tall rather plump blonde with ample breasts. "Sit down", Barb invited them. Jane dropped down on Joyce's towel while Ann decided to share mine. I moved to the edge so that we would not touch each other. "We had been eyeing you for a while," Ann continued, "and, honestly, we became really curious. Do you do this thing a lot?" She was clearly curious but did not know how to begin the conversation or even what to ask. "No,' I tried to preempt a response by the sisters, "they took my swimsuit and never gave it back to me." I tried my best at shooting an angry glance at Joyce and her sister. "What do you mean? They took your swimsuit?" Jane asked. "He was naughty in the water and this is his punishment," Barb offered. I looked at her feeling violated again. "You see, we have never really... well, I mean, neither of us has seen such a thing," Jane continued, clearly now becoming a bit more emboldened. "What thing?" Barb implored, always being the more aggressive. "I guess, a situation where only the guy is naked," Ann cast her eyes down, "and, we both kind of enjoyed the show." "Yes," Jane almost whispered. "Does it excite you?" Barb was now taking control. "Ahem, yes, quite a bit..." Ann said, glancing at me from the side. "We also wanted to ask whether we could have copies of the pictures." The sisters glanced at me and I slowly shook my head. But Barb had other ideas: "Sure you can." "Cool, can we have your e-mail address," Ann was not addressing any one of us in particular. "You can," Joyce said. "It is my camera and I can send them to you if you like." They exchanged e-mail addresses and I gave them mine as well. It turned out they were in a college not far from here. This made me panic a bit; I guess you never know who-knows-who, and how the gossip flows. With this it became apparent that we had run out of things to talk about and the situation became increasingly awkward. After a few more minutes passed with stolen glances and some chitchat, the girls left for their own spot on the beach. The day was indeed drawing to a close and the beach was slowly emptying. The events had left their mark on me. My arousal remained at a high level and manifested itself in occasional swelling, which still caused much embarrassment on my part. But worse was my state of confusion. I realized that I had liked giving in to their commands and that the humiliation of being naked and openly aroused in front of my old friends was deeply exciting. That arousal persisted because of mental rather than physical stimulation, and although I craved release, I also did not want the situation to end. While I was reminiscing about my situation, Barb suggested we leave the beach. "Sure, but you have to give me my swimsuit then," I demanded. "Well, we have been talking about that, and we have one condition", Barb said. "What is it?" I wanted to know. "You have to promise to entertain us again if and when we desire." My thoughts were racing and while I was sure that I could obtain my clothes without much trouble even if I refused, the excitement I had felt during the day made me reconsider. So, it came that I agreed and was finally handed my swimsuit. I dressed and we made our way off the beach. The two girls waved at us and blew me a kiss. The drive home was uneventful and we soon arrived at Joyce's place. We sat down on the porch and Joyce served us cold drinks. I felt it was time to address what had happened during the day but did not know how to approach the topic. So, I brought up the beautiful scenery visible from her porch. Joyce's condo borders a nature reserve and has a spectacular view of abundant birdlife. We talked a bit about bird sightings Joyce had had and about how lucky she had been to find such a beautiful place. After a while, Barb disappeared to take a shower. This left Joyce and I alone. We sat silently and after what seemed like a long while she looked at me. "How are you doing?" I knew what she meant and was actually prepared for a confession. "I never expected this but I had fun today." "Good, I am glad to hear that," she said looking at me. We heard Barb come out of the bathroom. "I will take a shower now too," with that she walked over towards me and gave me a brief kiss on the lips. After that she disappeared and I heard muffled speaking inside. "Joyce is preparing a load of laundry. Why don't you give her your shorts and T-shirt so that she can wash them." I understood what Barb meant but decided to be coy. "That would be nice. I'll go and put on something else." Barb looked at me and shook her head. "If you put on fresh clothes now they will just get smelly before you wash up. Just give them to me now. There is nothing I haven't seen already today." She stretched out her hand and winked at me. Meanwhile Joyce had reappeared and was leaning in the doorway watching us. I realized that this would be the first time I deliberately stripped for the two. Pulling off the shirt was easy and I quickly handed it to Joyce. I then got up but hesitated. I felt my penis stir again and saw that the sisters were staring at my crotch. This added to my excitement and as I finally pulled down my swimsuit my member sprang to life. I handed my last piece of clothing to Barb and was now fully exposed again. This time, however, it felt different. We were in a private setting rather than at a clothing optional beach where quite a few people had chosen to be nude. Here, on Joyce's porch, there was more intimacy and the tension was even stronger. There would be no pretending that I simply had been nude at a beach where this is commonly done. Here, I was with two clothed women who were clearly unsure where things were going but who also had decided to push the limits and enjoy the situation. My Naked Days Ch. 02 Joyce and I were lying in her dark bedroom in a sleepy embrace when we were both startled by the phone. Joyce jumped out of bed, straightening her nightgown, and ran to answer the call in the living room. I could not understand what she was syaing but I was sure she was talking to her sister. Joyce laughed several times and, although I was curious, I could not be sure whether she was telling Barb what had just happened. Joyce came back into the room. ‘Barb wants to borrow you for a while.’ She smiled at me. ‘What for?’ Joyce shrugged, ‘she will come over to pick you up soon. She says she needs a handyman to help her put some shelves together.’ I was confused. Could that be true? What did Barb really want and how did Joyce feel about it? ‘Will you come along?’ I wanted to know. ‘Maybe later, I have some errands to run.’ Barb came by half an hour later. I had just taken a shower and was sitting on a chair outside, wrapped in a towel but otherwise naked. Barb stepped out and greeted me by kissing me on the cheek. ‘Doesn’t seem you are quite ready,’ she said. I had not expected her to come so soon. ‘Sorry, I will get dressed right away.’ I stood up and went to my room to pick out some clothes for the day. I pulled out some briefs but as I was about to put them on I heard Barbs voice. ‘Not these,’ she had followed me into the room. She went to my suitcase and took out some lose fitting shorts and a T-shirt. ‘These will be enough,’ she said and handed them to me. I looked at her. She had just raised my anticipation for what was to come tremendously but I said nothing. It was a relatively short ride to Barbs house. She lived a little bit inland in one of those modern condo complexes that are all over San Diego. Barb shared her condo with a roommate who was not at home. It was clear that both had recently moved in since there were many boxes still unpacked. ‘Joyce said you need help,’ I ventured. ‘Yes, I was wondering whether you could help me put these shelves together.’ I looked at the box and nodded. Barb went to get some tools while I started to tear at the box. My mind was racing. How did Barb feel about yesterday? Should I ask her or just let things develop? I wanted to explore my newfound fetish but remained timid. Barb came back into the room carrying the toolbox. I was about half done with unpacking the wood. ‘It is hot,’ I said. This really was my poorly veiled justification to take my shirt off. Barb did not say anything but just stood there and smiled at me. This made me stop and after hesitating for a moment, I took off my shorts. Here I was naked again but this time alone with Barb whose aggressive attitude had intimidated me the day before. ‘You know I like you that way’, she said. ‘But I have to warn you to be careful if my roommate comes home. She is a bit of a prude and I don’t want to scare her.’ Barb had stepped closer to me and fondled me seemingly absentmindedly. My penis responded immediately but she did not allow it to come to a full erection. ‘You have some work to do’, she said. I had worked on the shelves for about an hour and had almost forgotten that I was naked in front of Barb except that she was busying herself next to me and would occasionally touch me. She would lay her hand on my butt while handing me materials or brush against my penis while grabbing a tool. The project was nearing its end when we suddenly heard the key turn in the entrance door. Barb pushed me towards the kitchen. ‘Go, quickly’, she whispered. I followed her instructions but did not have time to grab my clothes and so I ended up in the kitchen with nothing to cover on and nowhere to hide. 'Hey, Donna, what are you doing home already?' I heard Barb’s voice. 'Oh, I took time off to get some work done on the house. You are home early too?' 'Yes, I had the same idea. They shelves are nearly done.’ ‘Barb's roommate has a nice voice’, I thought. ‘I would like to see her', I was getting lost in thoughts but then Barb's voice startled me. 'Wait,' she exclaimed, but it was obviously too late. Her roommate had decided to step into the kitchen and I was already face to face with her. 'Oh, my gooooood, I am soooo sorry," she stammered, and dashed out of the room. 'Wait, Donna,' I heard Barb shout. 'I am really sorry but I did not think you would come home. I owe you an explanation,' was the last thing I heard. Barb was still talking and Donna interjected questions every now and then but they were speaking quietly so that I could no longer follow the conversation. It was hard to tell how many minutes passed. But I was getting agitated since I could not guess what was happening outside the kitchen between the two women. I knew nothing about this woman, and although it was clear that both Barb and her sister were enjoying this game, I was unsure about how others would react. This brought back the feeling of shame and exposure, which I vividly remembered from my moments of being naked at the beach. Finally, Barb came into the kitchen and I felt a relive akin to the captured seeing the warden. 'May I introduce you to Donna?' she said. I froze. Donna stepped around the corner and extended her hand towards me. I shook it not knowing what else to do. 'Hi, how do you do?' I said a bit sheepishly. 'Fine,' she said, now looking at me. 'It is OK, you know. Barb explained everything. ' I relaxed a bit but still felt ashamed. What had I gotten myself into? And, what exactly did she mean by Barb explained everything? Donna was small, the top of her head not reaching my shoulder, and in all my confusion I could not help noticing how pretty she was. She had dark hair and blue eyes, which were slightly tilted to give her an exotic look. 'I am sorry, but I am a bit shy.’ She was trying to avert her eyes by looking down but this, she realized quickly, made her stare at my penis. Donna was visibly embarrassed and looked to the side. Barb took control of the situation: ‘Well, boy, the shelves need more attention.’ I was glad for the interruption and moved out of the kitchen to continue my work. Donna stayed behind. I heard the women talk again but briefly afterwards I saw her walk to her room. I was back at work on the shelves when Barb returned to the room. ‘Who would have thought?’ she whispered in my ear. I looked at her questioningly. ‘She is so proper, you know. I thought she might get angry.’ I could sense what was going through Barb’s mind. She wanted to challenge her roommate, and I was her tool. ‘Nice work,’ she said and slapped my butt. This produced a loud noise, which Donna must have heard since, shortly afterwards, she found a reason to walk from her room to the kitchen. I was working with my back turned towards her but I could see her in a mirror placed on the opposite wall. While she was walking swiftly, her gaze was fixed on me the entire time. Barb must have seen this too since her hand slowly moved in between my legs and started to fondle my balls while she started to pinch my nipples with her other hand. My penis began to rise and she proceeded to occasionally stroke me in quick succession three to four times. I was now fully erect and it was increasingly harder to concentrate on the work. Meanwhile, I saw Donna reappear from the kitchen. Barb immediately let go of me and stepped away. Donna took a few steps and then she froze. Her mouth was open and she raised her hand to cover it. Realizing that we had noticed her, she quickly hurried back to her room. But moments later, her head popped out and she was walking back to the kitchen. ‘Do either of you want something to drink?’ we heard her voice from the kitchen. ‘Lame excuse,’ I thought but was secretly excited that she at least seemed curious. ‘Yes, please. Can you bring me some cold juice?’ Barb immediately responded. I knew Barb would take the opportunity to engage Donna in activities that would bring her into my presence. But after all, Donna had taken the first step by offering a drink. Donna appeared from the kitchen. ‘Where do you want me to put it?’ ‘Sit down and enjoy the drink with me,’ Barb encouraged her. ‘I don’t know,’ Donna was clearly unsure but Barb had already taken her hand and pulled her towards the couch. Donna let this happen and moments later she sat facing me. I resumed my work while the women were chatting. They had lowered their voices so that I could only understand fragments of the conversation. ‘Oh my god,’ was one of those fragments frequently emanating from Donna. She finally seemed more comfortable and was giggling a lot. I knew, however, that Barb was not done yet. She would try to push Donna’s limits. I had taken my sweet time putting the shelves together but was finally done. Barb noticed immediately. ‘Come here and rest with us,’ she said. I put down the tools and walked towards them. Donna’s face was at level with my penis. She looked but then suddenly averted her eyes. Barb moved on the couch so that a space opened between them. ‘Sit,’ she told me. The situation felt uncomfortable since Donna had moved far to the corner of the sofa as possible but it did not take long for Barb to restart the conversation with some small talk. ‘The shelves look great. Thanks,’ she said. Donna smiled: ‘yes, thank you so much. We have had them in that box for a long while.’ I looked at Donna: ‘any time, really. If you have other things that need attention….’ Donna smiled back and it seemed like she was going to say something but then decided not to. Barb was sitting very close to me with her body slightly turned so that she could look at Donna who was on my other side but still leaned into the far corner of the sofa. Barb had quietly put her hand on my thighs and was slowly stroking them. This felt nice and made me immediately horny again. I wanted her to touch me right there in front of shy Donna. I had spread my legs slightly and Barb obliged. She ran her fingers up and down my penis, which now had sprung to life again. Donna’s eyes were fixed on the action. I leaned back and tried not to look at her as to not make her even more uncomfortable. But I noticed her shifting on the couch. She was pressing her thighs together and was staring. I wanted to take her hand but knew that Barb was in control and would move things along at her pace. ‘He has a nice one, doesn’t he?’ she said teasingly. Donna just giggled. ‘Enough,’ Barb suddenly said and stopped touching me. I sighed. ‘Don’t be greedy,’ Barb looked at me smiling. ‘You could actually make yourself useful and help Donna move these boxes to her room.’ ‘Oh, ah, yeah that would be great,’ Donna muttered. I had no choice and in spite of my raging hardon I got up and looked at Donna for instructions. She stood up and walked towards the many boxes still left on the floor. ‘Mine are marked with the blue tape. I only need help with these really big and heavy ones.’ I tried to lift one of the boxes but it was too big and heavy. ‘I am going to need some help here.’ Donna moved to the other side and together we managed to lift the box and stagger towards her room. We put down the box and I was now alone with Donna. There were clothes and books everywhere. ‘You like to read?’ She nodded. ‘Very much actually.’ I took a book from the stack. ‘May I?’ Donna nodded. As I flipped through a few books Donna started to comment on them and seemingly relaxed in the process. We had clearly found some mutual interest. Soon we were engrossed in a conversation that one might have called cautiously flirtatious had I not been stark naked with a still half erect penis. At this point, Barb reappeared and that brought the situation back to reality. ‘I thought you guys were working,’ she said. ‘We are taking a little break’, I responded and smiled at Barb who had stepped behind Donna. The difference in physique of the two women was striking. Donna was small and slender while Barb was tall, almost as tall as myself, and voluptuous. Then something happened that for the first time alerted me that the relationship between Barb and Donna was more complex than I had guessed. Barb put her arm around Donna and placed a slight kiss on her cheek. ‘Isn’t she beautiful? Look at those eyes.’ Barb was stroking Donna who remained passive but was looking at me intently. ‘Yes, she is gorgeous,’ I responded earnestly. This again brought this shy smile to her face that had enchanted me earlier. The way she was leaning against Barb, I finally understood that these two were more than mere roommates. ‘How do you like these?’ Barb was smoothing Donna’s shirt so that the fabric clung to her breasts, clearly outlining them. I was shaking my head in disbelief but moaned appreciatively: ‘Mhm, as far as I can see, they are gorgeous.’ Barb needed no more encouragement than that. She pulled Donna’s shirt over her head exposing her lacey bra. To my astonishment, Donna still remained completely passive. Barb had reversed the roles. I was now to be teased and Donna was her apparently willing tool. Next, Barb stuck a hand under Donna’s bra and started massaging her breast. This drove me wild. ‘Oh my god,’ I exclaimed as I felt my penis stiffening rapidly. Barb unclasped the bra and slowly slid it off Donna’s shoulders. Her breasts were beautiful small mounds topped by dark, perky nipples. The urge to reach out and touch them was almost incontrollable but I was afraid Barb would end the session if I attempted to take control from her. Donna was still leaning against Barb who embraced her from behind and started to unbutton her shorts, which slowly slid off her hips and came to rest mid thigh. I was almost hypnotized by this show as I saw Donna’s dark hair through the lace of her panties. She seemed to have lost her shyness and was dreamily looking at me paying close attention to all my moves and expressions. ‘Pull off the shorts,’ Barb said. I kneeled down in front of her and did as I was told. ‘Now, the rest,’ she commanded. As the panties slid off Donna’s ankles, I looked up and took her in. I could smell her sex and I was overwhelmed by the need to touch her. I gently ran my hands over her hips and belly, and then placed a first soft kiss on her navel. This made her shudder slightly. More kisses followed, as I traced her belly to her mound. Donna spread her legs, leaning more strongly against Barb who, I now noticed, was holding Donna’s hands behind her back. My lips sought out her lips while I cupped her buttocks with my hands. I kissed her gently and every kiss produced a soft moan. Soon my tongue started to explore and I felt Donna’s knees softening. Her breathing was heavy and she pressed against me. My hand moved between her legs and slightly parted her. Looking up briefly, I saw that Barb was playing with her nipples, circling and occasionally pinching them. I slowly slid a finger into her and noticed how incredibly wet she was. I started to gently circle my tongue again. Donna’s legs were shaking as she relaxed and tensed her muscles in short intervals. Suddenly, she freed her hands from Barb’s grip and put them at the back of my head pressing me harder against her. The strokes of my tongue intensified and Donna was moaning louder and louder. Barb, with her freed hands, started to slap Donna’s butt. This drove her even wilder and after a few seconds, she cried out while her entire body was shaking. ‘Isn’t she great when she comes?’ Barb once again startled me. I was still kneeling at Donna’s feet with a raging hardon. It took me a while to find a response. ‘I suspect she is always great.’ Barb laughed. She reached for my hand and pulled me up. Donna had sat down at the edge of the bed, still naked and still obviously affected by her orgasm. I looked at her, thinking again how beautiful she was. Barb had taken my penis and started to stroke it a few times. I felt a shiver run down my spine but to my disappointment she let go. I was aching. How could Barb stay so removed and in control the entire time? Why had she not told me the truth about Donna from the beginning? She had stepped away from me and was looking at her watch. At her watch! I could not believe it. I wanted to beg her to let me have an orgasm of my own. ‘It is getting late,’ she said. ‘I think we have to return you to Joyce now. She might want you not too exhausted.’ I felt like begging her to make me come but I knew enough about her by now to not do this. At the very lease, I knew now that Barb had been fully informed about the events that had transpired between Joyce and myself earlier that day. My confusion grew and I still wanted Donna yet all I could do was to step up to her and kiss her goodbye. This was our first kiss, and, so I hoped, not our last. My Naked Days Barb broke the silence: "Come here, you still have sand all over you." That much was true, sand had been trapped in my bathing suit. I stepped forward and she started brushing it off with her flat, outstretched hand. She first worked on my behind and then turned her attention to my front. She took the shaft of my still erect penis and with her thumb started to rub off sand grains. This sent the most intense shivers down my spine. The sensation was so strong that was almost painful. I finally could no longer take it: 'I should take a shower.' Barb nodded her permission. My excitement had reached an intensity I had not known before. Never in my previous sexual encounters had I been denied release for so long. Intermittent stimulation had been going on all day and all I wanted was the opportunity to masturbate and release the tension. Alternatively, a really cold shower might do the trick, at least for a while. As I moved towards the bathroom, all I could think was that I needed to be alone under the water. But Joyce came with and tuned on the shower for me. 'Here is a fresh towel.' I smiled. She still found excuses to create situations while Barb had given up all pretenses. The water felt good and I let it fall onto my face from which it cascaded down my body. Joyce had left the room but I still felt exposed. The door was open and the two could come into the bathroom any second. My groin felt tight and my penis tingled all over. As I applied soap, I realized that I would not take much stimulation at this point. I turned the water to colder and felt immediately invigorated. After I was done toweling off and about to leave the bathroom, I heard voices outside. I could clearly hear Barb voice but I was not sure whether in addition to Joyce, there was someone else speaking. I tried to listen but since the conversation took place on the porch I could not discern what was going on. I grabbed the towel and tiptoed out of the bathroom trying to find out more. 'Ah, there you are,' Barb had just come into the living room. 'Come outside and join us.' I trotted behind her. To my relief, the porch was empty and my fears dissipated. I put my towel on the chair and sat down. Barb sat across the table: 'Would you like to drink something?' I did feel like drinking. In fact, I needed a drink. 'Can I have a glass of white wine?' She got up and soon came back with a deliciously cold glass of whine. As I took my first sip, Joyce reappeared and behind her a blond woman of about forty. I was so startled that I jumped up and tried to cover up with the towel. Both Joyce and Barb laughed. 'This is our friend Samantha,' Joyce said. 'Nice to meet you,' Samantha extended her hand. I did not know what else to do and extended my hand but still held the towel with the other hand. 'Sam will be joining us for dinner,' Barb said. 'Oh, ok' I managed to stammer. Samantha was looking at me and smiled. I was unsure of myself in front of her and avoided looking at her. But Barb took control again by taking the towel from my hand. I was now fully exposed in front of this stranger. There was a moment of silence while Samantha looked at me until Joyce diffused the situation by suggesting we all sit down to have a drink. 'Do us a favor and get the bottle of wine from the fridge,' Barb said to me. When I came back from the kitchen, the women were all seated at the table engaged in conversation. When I stepped closer, I realized that the sisters were recounting the events of the day to Samantha who kept smiling and giggling. 'Pour us all a glass, please,' Joyce said. I stepped closer to her and started to do as told. She looked up at me while her hand migrated to my penis. Her hand wrapped around it and she started to slowly stroke me. I stood still while the sensation enveloped me. But Joyce knew when to stop. 'Serve the others,' she said and gently slapped my butt. I moved along the table to Barb. She did not wait for me to come close but extended her hand and grabbed my now erect penis to pull me towards her. I poured her glass while she also applied some strokes. When I got to Samantha, she smiled at me and moved the glass closer to the edge of the table so that I could fill it. While I did so, she stared at my penis, which was now close to her face. After a short moment of hesitation, she also took my penis and massaged it a bit. I moaned and, to my disappointment, she stopped touching me. 'Sit down with us', Barb said. 'Sam is an old friend of ours and we thought we'd invite her so that she can meet you.' Sam nodded: 'So, I hear you had fun at the beach,' I smiled meekly and nodded instead of a direct answer but I felt compelled to say that I had never done anything like that before. 'Sure,' Barb said teasingly. But Joyce was more earnest: 'Neither have we.' Sam was looking at me intently. Everyone was sipping the wine, which tasted good. I felt increasingly relaxed. The conversation started to pick up and I was glad that for a while I was not the focus of it. Soon the women sent me to get another bottle of wine and I served them again but was left alone this time. Joyce got up. 'Will you help me prepare some food?' she asked me. I followed her into the kitchen where she had already started to take things out of the fridge. I noticed that she was a bit tipsy when she turned around to face me. She was standing very close to me and looked me up and down. I had the strong urge to kiss her at that very moment but did not dare. Joyce took a step closer, grabbed my penis and started to stroke it slowly at first but then at an increasing pace. I gasped and leaned back against the counter. My member was now fully erect and was twitching with every stroke. Suddenly she laughed and said: 'Now go back and take that bread outside.' I looked at her confused but did as I was told. Sam was the first one to see me approach with the tablet seemingly balanced on my erect member. 'Oh my god,' she exclaimed. 'This is by far my favorite table service.' I set the tablet down and returned to the kitchen where Joyce handed me the next food to carry outside. This went on until the table was set. 'Can I dress for dinner?' I asked Joyce. She looked at me and shook her head. 'We enjoy you like this.' And so, it came that I ate completely naked with three clothed women who were visibly enjoying the situation. 'Let me show you the pictures we took at the beach,' Barb said to Sam after dinner was finished. They went inside and started to download the pictures onto the computer. I followed them and stood behind them. 'Look at the girls,' Sam exclaimed. 'Yes, they were bold,' Barb said. 'They even asked for copies of the pictures.' Looking at the computer screen and remembering the events of the day, I started to get aroused again, this time without help from the women. Sam noticed and cupped my balls with her hand. 'Touch yourself,' she suddenly said. My hand moved slowly to my shaft but I hesitated. The two sisters were also looking at me. I started to move my hand and an incredible sensation shot through my body. Barb started stroking my buttocks while Sam still was moving her hands over my balls. 'I will come soon,' I stammered as I felt the tension of the day had increased my sensitivity. 'Yes, come,' Sam said who was visibly agitated. I was now leaning back against the table, stroking in full sight of the women who were seated and looking at my penis. My knees went wobbly and my muscles started to contract. I had one of the strongest orgasms. 'Wow, did that feel good?' Sam asked. 'Yes, incredible,' I had to admit. After the sensation subsided, I felt increasingly embarrassed with cum all over my chest and hand. I went to the bathroom to clean up and came back with a towel in my hand. The women were talking and laughing a lot and I sat down with them. The evening proceeded as if nothing had happened and it was a normal social gathering, except that I was still naked. It turned out Sam was an artist and she told about the difficulties of selling her art since it was quite experimental. 'I'd be interested in seeing it some time,' I said. 'Of course,' Sam offered and smiled. After a couple of hours, Sam decided it was time to go. We all got up and she gave me a hug. 'Call me and I will show you my studio,' she smiled. I was now alone with the sisters again. This proved to be awkward since it was time to go to bed. Barb was not staying with Joyce and was thus supposed to leave. But it was clear that she did not want to go. I decided to diffuse the situation and said that I was so tired that I had to go to bed. I gave both sisters a hug and disappeared into my room. I was lying awake as I heard Barb leave and Joyce rummaging around the apartment. But after a while, everything went quiet and I was alone with my memories of the day, and slowly, I drifted off to sleep. I woke up the next day and opened my eyes to daylight flooding my room. I noticed that the door to my bedroom was open. Joyce appeared in the door, still in her nightgown. 'Did you sleep well?' she smiled. 'Wonderful.' I now noticed that my cover was off the bed and that there was morning wood between my legs. I wondered whether Joyce had removed the cover but did not say anything. 'Coffee?' she offered. 'Please, I need some.' Joyce left the room and I slipped into the bathroom where I tried to calm myself down before washing up. There was coffee in the kitchen when I returned but Joyce had stepped out of the room. The coffee was deliciously strong and I felt invigorated. I had not bothered to dress. Being naked around that house felt increasingly natural to me and I was also excited about the thought of what the day might bring. 'You are up,' Joyce had appeared in the patio door. She looked absolutely stunning. Her white nightgown was hugging her upper body and came to about mid thigh. Underneath, the outline of her body was visible as the morning sun was shining on her back. I must have stared for a while until I saw Joyce smiling at me. She moved her legs slightly apart and I now noticed that she was bare under her nightgown. I followed her gaze down my body where the sight had had its effect. Joyce stepped closer and without saying a word took my hand. Our eyes were locked in a gaze and slowly our lips found each other, at first timidly but then with increasing intensity. We were in a passionate embrace. My hands started to creep down her back, feeling the curvature as they traveled along the spine. Her bottom was deliciously round and firm, and I gripped it a harder. Joyce sighed quietly as she pressed into me. I felt her hard nipples under the thin fabric. Suddenly, she threw her head back and gently pushed me away. 'Come.' She led the way back to her bedroom where it was still dark since she had not raised the blinds. Joyce turned to face me, slung her arms around me and pulled me down on her bed. I wanted to kiss her but she placed both hands on my head and pushed me down towards her belly. I grabbed her hips and slowly pulled up her nightgown while kissing the inside of her thighs. With a final pull, her black triangle came into view. Joyce parted her legs and I smelled her for the first time. I gently placed a kiss on her lips. She moaned and her hands, still resting on my head, pressed down more firmly. I felt the warmth and delicious moisture as my tongue started to explore. Joyce was sighing, moving her hips. I felt how excited she must have become during the last day. Her whole body vibrated under my touches and she had lost all reservation, moaning louder and louder. Suddenly, she fell quiet, breathing heavily, and not long after, she cried out and exploded with several violent twitches. Her hands slid to the side of my head and she pulled me back up towards her. 'That was divine,' she whispered. Her hand wrapped around my penis and started to stroke me while we were kissing. This felt incredible and I rolled onto my back. Joyce reached over and pulled lubricant from her nightstand. She squeezed some on her hand and spread over the entire length of my penis. Her hand moved slowly but firmly, and this sent the most incredible sensations up my spine. My teeth were buzzing, so strongly did I feel her. Joyce now used her other hand to pull down the skin at the base of my penis, and increased the frequency of her strokes while applying less pressure. I knew she wanted to make me come and knew that I would not be able to hold back. I relaxed completely, letting things happen. A few minutes passed in this completely suspended state when my muscles started to tense and I felt the most incredible orgasm.