1 comments/ 76590 views/ 11 favorites Not An Accident Ch. 01 By: largefan As a young boy I had sneaked peeks at my older brother's porn magazines, looking at the pictures and reading some of the stories. I had read a few about male exhibitionists and the idea of exposing myself to women excited me. I didn't want to run into trouble with the law though so I looked for situations where I could be "accidentally" exposed to women. Some time ago, I used to live in a small apartment complex with a pool surrounded on four sides by two floors of apartments. My unit was on the first floor with a kitchen that overlooked the pool. The living room would have faced the pool as well except there was freestanding privacy wall that was about six feet high that blocked a direct view in from the pool. I could still access the pool area from my patio though. The wall left a three foot path between the wall of the apartment and the privacy wall. The sliding glass doors that led to the patio area were inset by about a four foot concrete pad that gave some shelter under all circumstances. My apartment was on the end of one row but another row ran perpendicular to mine. The first floor units had similar privacy panels but the upper units had balconies with simple, wrought iron railings. If I stood next to my privacy wall I was blocked from being seen at the pool but the upper unit on the other corner was in clear view. It's probably more important to note that I would be in full view of anyone on that balcony if I stood on my patio next to the privacy wall but I was sheltered from the pool and all other apartments. There was a young woman, Karen, who lived with her boyfriend in that upper unit. She was a student and was often home in the afternoon. Sometimes she would swim and other times she would sun herself in a lounge chair on her balcony. That particular summer I was out of work as the general contractor I worked for was injured and we suspended all of our projects for three months while he healed. It was hard on me financially but I loved having the time off and I spent much of that summer in the pool. I chatted with this girl from time to time when we were both swimming but I wouldn't have called us friends. We largely had the pool to ourselves on weekdays as everyone else was off at work. I saw an opportunity so I began to set things up. After a swim, I would strip off on my patio where I couldn't be seen but then take the few steps out to the privacy wall and toss my suit and my towel on top of the wall to dry off. Nobody in the pool area could see me nude but they'd certainly see the swimsuit and towel come flipping up to rest on top of the wall. While nobody in the pool could see me, I was, however briefly, in full view of anyone on Karen's balcony. Over a couple weeks it became a normal pattern for me to do this and sometimes Karen was in the pool when I did this so she knew my routine but likely thought nothing of it...just a guy drying off his swim gear after a dip. One afternoon during my swim she came out on her balcony to get some sun. She kicked back in the lounge chair wearing a swimsuit and sunglasses and began to read a magazine. After a short time I decided to seize the opportunity. I climbed out of the pool and retreated to my patio where I stripped off and took a deep breath before I walked back out into the light to toss my suit and towel on top of the wall knowing that if Karen looked up from her magazine she would see me completely naked. I was churning inside but tried to act nonchalant. As I turned to head back to the cover of the patio I glanced up to her balcony to see if she was watching. With the magazine and sunglasses hiding her eyes, I really couldn't tell. I tried to think of a way to extend my time in the sun without being obvious but came up with nothing so back to the patio I went. It then occurred to me that I could act like I'd forgotten something in one of the pockets of my shorts. Back out next to the wall and into full view of the balcony I went. I was very thorough going through each of the pockets a couple of times all the while facing her balcony but keeping my head down. I desperately wanted to look but didn't dare. Finally I shrugged my shoulder, my pocket search fruitless, and placed the shorts back up on the top of the wall. I took one more, quick glance as I headed in but still couldn't tell if Karen had seen the show. I rushed into the bathroom and jerked off like there was no tomorrow. The next day she was out at the pool when I stepped from behind the privacy wall and out to the pool area. I greeted her and she returned my greeting while I tried to determine from her face if she'd seen me the day before. I thought there was a faint hint of a smile that was out of the ordinary but convinced myself that it was probably just my imagination. Damn. The rest of the swim was uneventful but I enjoyed watching her swim around while I imagined myself swimming naked beside her. I couldn't take it anymore and wanted to retreat to my room to jerk off again. I got out of the pool and said goodbye, indicating that I had some things I needed to tend to. She said, "I understand, you probably want to get out of your wet clothes". I couldn't say anything more than, "Uh, yeah," and beat a quick retreat around the corner of my privacy wall. I had a raging hard-on that sprang free as soon as I stripped off my shorts knowing I was hidden from Karen's view on the patio. Out of habit, I took the short steps to the privacy wall to hang my shorts up. It dawned on me that in my hurry to exit the pool area I'd left my towel there. That's when I looked up and saw Karen standing there grinning with my towel in her hand. "It appears you forgot something," she said. I made some unintelligible noise as I scrambled to take some cover behind the bbq on my patio. I wanted her to see me and all but this surprised the hell out of me. She laughed at my mad dash in search of cover. The bbq was not much cover. She could clearly see a bare hip and the top of my pubic area. My erection was hidden from view as I pressed myself against the bbq and I was enormously grateful that I wasn't cooking at the time. That would have been painful. I stammered an apology and thanked her for returning my towel. I reached for it while trying to maintain my cover but she just took a step back. Surprised that she didn't hand me the towel I asked what the deal was. She replied, "Come here and get it". I countered, "But then you would see me naked." She merely said, "So...it wouldn't be the first time". "What do you mean?" I asked, but knew the truth. "I caught your matinee show yesterday", she finally said. "I was up on the balcony when you stripped off but you must not have seen me. It was quite a show." Two things became clear: She didn't mind seeing me and didn't know that I'd done it on purpose. "God, I'm embarrassed," was the safest thing I could think of to say. She replied, "You shouldn't be, I don't think, but at that distance I can't be sure. Why don't you step out from behind that bbq and let me see if I'm right". I was regaining my composure, after all this was what I wanted, but it was hard to believe I was having a conversation with a woman in a bikini while I was naked. I wasn't sure if I wanted to try to delay in hopes that my erection would subside somewhat or if I should just throw caution to the wind. I decided to test the water a bit. "I guess I'm okay being naked but I've got something of an erection. I don't want to alarm you." Her reply was classic: "So much the better! Trot it on out here and let me have a look at you in all your glory." This was an unusual gal and I started to dream about where this might lead. I stepped out from behind the bbq and my prick was sticking straight out. I looked at her for a reaction. She leaned back slightly, cocked her head to one side and drank it in. She then looked up at me and smiled. "That looks uncomfortable. It seems you have some unfinished business to attend to." She tossed me my towel and turned on her heel. As she walked away she said "See you another time". I was a bit disappointed that it ended so abruptly but I got over it quickly as I hurried inside to take care of business. I had a thundering orgasm and settled back with a smile. I wondered what she meant by see you another time... Not An Accident Ch. 02 This is the second installment in a series entitled "Not an Accident". Be sure to read the first installment first. The day after our little interaction on my patio took place I couldn't wait for my afternoon swim. I resisted the temptation to jerk off thinking about it that morning. I was in the pool for about half an hour before Karen made her way down. I expected things to be very awkward but there was no trace of embarrassment on her face at all. I had butterflies in my stomach but tried not to show it. I was anxious to talk about the day before and see where it might lead but I didn't want to be the first one to bring it up. We made small talk for a while about her classes before she finally broached the subject. "Am I the first woman you've been nude in front of?" I replied, "Of course not, it's not like I'm a virgin". Karen narrowed her question: "I mean in public. Have you ever been seen naked outside before?" "I've been to nude beaches before so being naked outside was not unusual. It was a bit different being the only one naked yesterday, though. I hope I didn't embarrass you." She laughed and said, "Not at all...nudity doesn't bother me at all. Truth be told, I kind of liked it. I'm not used to seeing nude men other than my boyfriend, though". I liked the direction this conversation was taking and my hopes, like my prick, started to rise. That was short lived, though as her next comment was like a bucket of cold water. "Some people think that nudity automatically leads to sex. Seeing you naked was a nice surprise but I'm in love with my boyfriend and absolutely faithful to him." Oh well...that fantasy was fun while it lasted but it was clear I wouldn't be getting into her pants. Then she surprised me again. "Have you ever been naked in our little pool here?" "Male nudity poolside is viewed differently than it is for women," I rationalized. "I suppose that's true but nobody uses the pool weekdays other than us." "Be that as it may, I have no interest in going to jail for indecent exposure," was my reply. "Nobody ever comes around," she said. I told her it wasn't a good idea but she pressed on. "I'll make a bet with you. If anybody shows up while we're out here today I'll take my top off for the remainder of the afternoon. If we're alone for the rest of today, you have to swim nude for one hour tomorrow". This was getting interesting. I countered with, "Today is Wednesday. You hold up your end of the bet today and tomorrow and if we remain undisturbed, I'll swim nude for an hour on Friday." She agreed and I spent the remainder of the afternoon and all the next day hoping someone would join us by the pool so she'd have to go topless and I could see those gorgeous breasts. Karen is not a classic beauty but she's cute and she had a slim waist and a nicely proportional chest. As it turned out, nobody came around that afternoon and we had the place all to ourselves the following day. She giggled as she collected her towel and suntan lotion at the end of the day. She looked at me meaningfully and said, "I'll see you tomorrow." Well the next day arrived and once again my stomach was in knots. Part of me hoped she would chicken out and not show while another part of me couldn't wait for her to get out to the pool. Normally she arrives at the pool wearing a rather modest two piece swimsuit. That day she was wearing blue jean shorts and a top that buttoned up the front. Christ she wasn't even going to be wearing a swimsuit while I had to swim nude! She wasn't playing fair at all. I sighed, but I wasn't about to try to get out of the bet. She laid out her towel and proceeded to unbutton the front of her shirt which revealed a black bikini top that I hadn't seen before. It was a much smaller top than she normally wore. I was already half hard thinking about swimming around nude but this bikini was awesome. Then she unbuttoned her shorts and started to wriggle out of them. I didn't know she owned a string bikini but here she was with little ties on her hips holding a small patch of fabric covering her pussy. My slightly aroused state suddenly turned into a raging hard-on. "Wow!" was all I could say. "I'm so glad you like it. Now let me grab my watch and we can get this hour started". I began to move towards the pool figuring I'd climb in, take off my shorts and run the clock out under the cover of the water. "Where are you going? Don't think you're going to strip off in the water. You got to watch as I changed into my pool clothes. I expect the same treatment". I gulped nervously thinking about the erection that was straining against the fabric of my shorts. So be it...she wore that skimpy bikini for my benefit so I may as well let her know it had the desired effect. She laid back on one of the lounge chairs and looked at me expectantly. Deep breath...I unsnapped my shorts and drew down the zipper. As my shorts fell to the ground my cock sprang out into the open air. I stood up straight, looker her in the eye and said, "I really like your suit". She let her glance linger for another few moments on my prick then looked up at me and smiled, "I can tell". Slowly I walked over to the pool and began my swim. I swam in silence for a while, neither of us quite knowing what to say. She finally asked me about my experiences at the nude beach. "What was it like being nude in front of all those people? Did you get turned on?" "Everyone acts like it's a very natural thing but that I suspect there is a tension underlying everyone's action." I was very comfortable talking with her and I had almost forgotten I was nude...almost forgotten. Comfortable as I was I decided to share a story from one trip to my local nude beach. "I was at the beach one day and after a couple hours the sun was getting to me so I headed out to the surf for a swim. As I walked back to my towel I noticed that three teenage girls had arrived. There was a pair of twins and a friend. The twins were stunning and they had stripped out of their suits and were standing there nude. The friend was not unattractive but she was nothing like these twins. She evidently wasn't comfortable stripping down and her eyes seemed to be darting everywhere at once. Beautiful twins are just about every guy's fantasy but this ordinary girl in the bikini was driving me nuts. I practically ignored the twins and my attention was directed at the other girl all afternoon." Karen laughed and accused me, "You fraud...you act all reluctant but you like being naked around women with clothes on!" I realized I'd probably said too much but finally admitted, "It does have a certain appeal..." She shook her head and looked at her watch. "There are about five minutes left in your hour...you can get out early if you like". It then dawned on me that I'd been nude for nearly an hour and hadn't thought about getting caught. It was exhilarating when I considered what I'd done. I spent that five minutes toweling off while still naked. My erection was still there and Karen's eyes rarely left it. She did make eye contact with me from time to time, though. I grabbed my suit in my hand so that I could go inside again. "Are you leaving?" she asked. I nodded. She pointed at my painfully stiff dick and said, "Aren't you going to do something about that?" "I most certainly am...but that wasn't part of the bet" I grinned and turned to head into my apartment leaving her to watch my bare ass as I walked. I paused long enough to look over my shoulder and say, "See you again." She laughed when it occurred to her that was exactly how she'd closed our interaction the day before. Friday had certainly been very entertaining. Being naked in the pool and standing next to Karen while I had a hard-on had me busting at the seams. I had the most intense orgasm of my life when I made it back safely to my apartment. I chuckled to myself as I drank a tall glass of ice water after a shower. I better work on replacing fluids if I'm going to cum like that. Not An Accident Ch. 03 This is the third installment of "Not an Accident. Please enjoy the first two stories before launching into this one. I did my weekly shopping trip on Saturday mornings and I bumped into Karen as I headed out to my car. I sighed, "I normally live for the weekends but with everyone else home the pool won't be an exclusive playground for us." "I won't be around this weekend anyway. My family is visiting and I'll be out and about with them seeing sights and a having a girl day at the spa." I was a bit disappointed but the pool was quite busy on the weekend so I didn't expect a replay of the previous afternoon. She smiled mischievously and asked me, "Did you take care of your discomfort?" I probably blushed as I told her, "I certainly did but it took a while." That was a lie. I had been so excited being nude in front of her that a good stiff breeze probably would have gotten me off. She laughed nervously and said, "I'm sorry I missed that". This lady wanted to watch me jerk off! That sent a shiver through me. Still I was pretty flustered and didn't know what to do with the conversation at that point. The awkward moment ended when she said that she needed to be off to catch up with her family. She wished me a good weekend and said she'd see me on Monday. There was certainly more activity around the pool over the weekend but no obvious opportunities to be "accidentally" seen. I did continue to toss my suit on top of my privacy fence but that really felt anti-climactic after the previous week. Still, I was left wondering how to advance things. Karen certainly seemed to be enjoying this and had even hinted she might want to watch me masturbate but I wasn't about to do that out in the pool area. I looked forward to Monday and wondered what path a conversation might take. It seemed like it took forever for Monday to arrive. I made my way out to the pool and swam around for a while waiting for Karen to show up. As more time passed I figured either she extended time her time with family or she'd thought better of what we'd been doing and decided to cool it. I was very disappointed. I'd almost given up hope when there was a stirring on Karen's balcony. She came outside wearing a new light blue swimsuit. Her hair was a bit lighter than before...she must have had it colored while at the spa. The day at the spa did her good. The break must have been just what she needed. She looked relaxed, rested and even younger than usual. She hardly glanced my way though. What the hell is up with that? She seemed oblivious as she settled in wearing her sunglasses and tiny headphones for her music. She settled in on her lounge, broke out her magazine and proceeded to ignore me. I wasn't sure what to expect after the previous week but this treatment certainly hadn't occurred to me. I began to consider that maybe she wanted to revisit that first "accidental" scene on my patio. I decided to test this theory so I got out of the pool, gathered up my towel and headed back to my place. Once I got back to the safety of my patio...funny to think of it as safe. Certainly I was blocked from direct view at the pool but Karen had a perfect view down to my patio from her perch fifty feet away. She looked up from her magazine as I draped my towel over the top of the privacy fence. I turned toward her as I reached for the button on my shorts. Her reaction surprised me as I drew the zipper down and stepped out of them. Her magazine fell to her lap and her jaw dropped. I guess she didn't expect this. Seeing me naked was an accident the first time and the second time was as a result of a bet. Maybe doing it this way seemed brazen to her. I decided to give her more brazen. I pulled the towel back down and very carefully began to dry myself off paying particular attention to the wet area recently exposed by the removal of my wet shorts. Between the rubbing and the knowledge that she was watching, my cock came to attention and was rigid when I straightened up. She continued to watch so I decided to up the ante. She'd all but said she wanted to watch me jerk off on Friday so I figured I'd oblige her now. I started to stroke myself, reveling in the experience. Karen leaned forward in her seat. She was enjoying this too. Part of me wanted to go at it with a fury and have that wonderful release but I also wanted to make it last as long as possible. I brought myself to the brink but stopped short. I stepped out of view long enough to grab some suntan lotion off my patio table. It would serve nicely as a lubricant. I poured some out into my hand and began to rub it around my pelvic area and then rubbed my balls with it before I returned to my cock. I knew I wouldn't be able to last too long as I felt the sperm build up in my balls. I shuddered as I shot my load across the patio. Karen just sat there in shock. I guess she couldn't believe that I'd actually done it. Now that I'd blown my wad my thinking started to clear a bit and I realized I'd just jerked off in front of my neighbor. We hadn't spoken a word through all of this and I couldn't think of what to say now. She had her headphones on anyway so words were useless. I sort of smiled, shrugged and then hurried back into my apartment. This would definitely change things but I wasn't sure how. I kept replaying it in my mind for the rest of the afternoon. I couldn't believe that I'd done it and that Karen just sat there and watched. After dinner I decided to make my way out to the mailbox to see if anything had come other than bills. There was a central spot for all the mailboxes in the complex so the postman didn't have to go to each individual unit. All the tenants had a key for their personal box. I opened mine and was thumbing through the contents of the day's mail when I heard female voices behind me. I turned around and there was Karen...no...there were two Karen's...no...there were definite differences. The faces were virtually identical but one girl appeared a bit younger and her hair was a bit lighter...Oh my God! At that point Karen waived and said. "Hey, I want you to meet my little sister, Kim." "Shit!" I stammered. Kim had no trouble speaking. "We've already met, though I'm not sure I'd have recognized him with his clothes on and without his dick in his hand". I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Karen exclaimed, "What?" "Yeah, you were in the tub and he climbed out of the pool this afternoon, stripped off on his patio and proceeded to masturbate in front of me while I was sunning myself on your balcony". Karen turned to me and said, "You jerked off for her?" Before I knew it I'd replied "I though it was you," as if that would have made it okay. There were a few moments of silence as everyone's brains whirled. Kim looked at Karen and asked, "What the hell is going on? Does this guy always do this? Are you cheating on Derek?" "No!" I jumped in. "Can we have this conversation some place else? I really don't want to do this out in public". Kim laughed and said, "I see...you'll play with yourself in public but don't want to talk about it out here". If I hadn't been so mortified I'd have seen the humor in that but all I could think of was to escape back to my apartment. The girls followed and came in behind me before I could close the door or protest. Kim repeated her demand to know what was going on. I hoped Karen would explain and because of the accusation that she was cheating on her boyfriend, Derek, she was anxious to tell her side of the story. She described the "accident" on the patio and then the bet at the pool. She seemed a bit embarrassed, not so much by her involvement, but by having to explain it to her younger sister. Kim seemed satisfied with that and Karen visibly relaxed but then Kim turned to me. "That explains Karen but what about you? Do you make a habit of jerking off in front of women?" My only defense was: "I got the impression that Karen wanted me to". Kim turned to Karen and asked, "Is that true?" Now it was Karen's turn to blush. "Well...maybe...yeah...I suppose it is". Kim thought about it for a moment, then started to laugh. "I guess I caught the show that was meant for you...oh well, no harm done I guess". "So you won't tell anyone?" I ventured. Kim replied "There still seems to be a few problems here. Karen wanted to see you get your rocks off. You wanted her to watch and while I enjoyed the show I was a bit far away so..." She left it hanging and both girls looked at me. "You're not saying...You don't expect me to..." Kim looked at Karen and smiled. Karen returned the grin and said, "I think you're right. There's really only one solution." She looked over to me and said, "Get em off." This would have been something I'd have fantasized about but actually doing it was another matter. My brain was thinking of all the reasons not to do it but I felt that familiar stirring in my groin and rational thought started to leave once again. I took off my shirt and looked at the girls to see if there was any sign of them changing their minds. They just backed over to the couch and sat down, looking at me expectantly. I stood in the middle of the room and slowly removed my pants. I never wear underwear so I was immediately nude. I had an erection from all the discussions and started to reach for it. Kim called out, "Wait! I think we need drinks. Did you want a beer Karen?" Karen agreed, "A beer would be nice and all the better from a naked waiter." I returned with their beers and Karen patted the space on the couch between them and said to have a seat. I couldn't believe this was happening but I leaned back in the middle of my couch and grabbed my cock. The girls never said a word as they watched me stroke myself to an incredible orgasm. My semen spurted out onto my thigh and all over my hand. I felt a bit ashamed as I started to walk to the bathroom to clean it up. Kim called my name just before I got to the door. When I turned around I could see that she'd taken her cell phone from her purse and snapped a picture of me standing there with half a hard on and a fist full of cum. She laughed as she turned to Karen and said, "This is going to be fun!" Not An Accident Ch. 04 This is the fourth installment in the "Not an Accident" series. It really is best if you start from the first chapter. I appreciate all votes and comments. I certainly had a good deal to think about. Depending on how I looked at it, things were either turning out great or I was on the precipice of a real disaster. Meeting Karen and then having her discover me naked on my patio was awesome. Learning that she was intrigued and then initiating the bet with me was even better, despite the fact that she claimed fidelity and devotion to her boyfriend. Taking a risk to jerk off for her, only to learn that it was her younger sister who was watching was something I never would have imagined. When the extent of my kinkiness came to light, instead of crawling into a hole I masturbated for the two of them and wound up getting my picture taken with a hand full of cum as I disappear into my bathroom. That's quite a highlight reel for just a few days. After Kim snapped my picture, I scrambled into the bathroom. I washed my hands and took a hot washcloth to clean up my thighs and groin. I'd certainly made a mess and, while the cum was easy to clean up, I wondered how big a mess I'd made otherwise and what to do about that. I thought about wrapping a towel around me to walk back into my living room to get my shorts and started to laugh. It seemed a little late for modesty but then I considered the photo that Kim took. I decided it was better to use the towel. It turns out that my precaution was unnecessary as the girls had let themselves out while I was in the bathroom. Great! Part of me was relieved to not have to face them right away but it left me wondering what they were doing. Was my photo being shared with all their friends? Had my image been uploaded onto some website that women would giggle at? For that matter, there was no context there to indicate that I'd just enjoyed one of the hottest experiences of my life with two attractive young women. This picture could wind up anywhere. A more confident guy would know that with a few simple changes to the story he could spin that photo into a trophy of a great exploit. In my current state of mind it was more likely to be just photographic evidence of what a pervert I was. I slept fitfully that night and wondered what the new day would bring. I needed to talk to Karen and Kim to learn if they looked on the previous night with revulsion or if it was something else for them. I was physically uncomfortable as I waited for our next meeting. This was not the tingly anticipation of a hoped for sexual encounter. This was the waiting outside the principal's office type of feeling. I didn't have too long to wait as Karen arrived at the pool shortly after lunch. Kim was not with her. It was time to learn my fate. As I made my way around the corner of the privacy wall I could see Karen looking in my direction. She had pulled up in a lounge chair near one of those umbrella tables. She really looked great in that bikini. She waived and said, "Hey there," with a cheerful little wave. Some relief started to creep in but there was still a knot in my stomach. I walked across the pool area to her and sat down in a chair between her and the table. I put my towel on the table. "How's it going?" I began. Once again I was fearful of raising the topic. "Good," she replied. "Derek says thanks, by the way." The temporary relief disappeared when she said that. All I needed was her boyfriend finding out about our escapades. "Derek? Why is Derek thanking me?" "He didn't really say that, silly. He would have if he'd known why I practically raped him last night. I don't know what came over me...well I guess that's not true. I know exactly why I was so horny. I practically had to kick Kim out so I could jump Derek." It never dawned on me that Karen might react that way. I was starting to feel better again. "So it got pretty crazy, eh?" I asked. "Yeah, sex with Derek is always pretty good but last night was lots of fun." Karen had a big grin on her face. I was feeling better and better about how this was turning out. At least now I knew how Karen felt about the previous night. "What about Kim?" I ventured. "She sounded a bit frustrated this morning, to be honest. It was a long drive home last night and when she got there she was disappointed to learn that the photo she took of you was all blurry and too dark." I couldn't believe my luck. I'd really been sweating having that incriminating photo out there. "I was a little concerned about that photo. What do you think Kim would have done with that photo?" I asked Karen. She laughed and said, "I know what she would have done with it last night! She would have held that phone in one hand while her other hand was very, very busy." "You're not serious," I replied. "Damn straight. That's exactly what she would have done," Karen said. "Should you be telling me this, Karen? Wouldn't Kim be pissed if she knew?" "I suppose she wouldn't be thrilled but we don't need to tell her, do we?" Karen giggled and winked at me. As much as I respected the fact that she wanted to stay true to Derek, there was a part of me that wished things might be different. This was a fun gal and I would have loved to jump her. The fear I'd felt was gone and I was starting to get horny again. Then another thought occurred to me. "Maybe you should have just sent Kim over to my place." "Yeah, you would have loved that, wouldn't you? I hate to tell you, though. I think you've run into a family of monogamists. Kim has a boyfriend, too. He's away at school otherwise he likely would have gotten jumped the same way Derek was," Karen laughed. "She's got a boyfriend, eh? Boy, a guy just can't catch a break, can he?" I complained. "Still, it might be better this way. It would be rather awkward telling people how Kim and I met if we wound up in a relationship." "You're right. I have trouble seeing our interlude as the opening scene of a Sandra Bullock romantic comedy," Karen agreed. "I'll bet that your rather casual attitude towards nudity might strike a chord with some women, though. You are an attractive guy and if you don't mind my saying so, you've got a nice dick, too. Actually it's true whether you mind my saying so or not." "I'm not quite sure what to make of you, Karen. You're something else. I can honestly say I've not met anyone quite like you." "What can I tell you? I like what I like. If I wasn't with Derek I might have had a very different reaction that first day. I might not have sent you alone into your apartment with that erection. I might have decided to deal with it myself. I found that very appealing." "You're killing me. You know that, don't you?" I groaned. "Are you uncomfortable again? There's probably a nice hard dick hiding in those shorts. I'll bet that's why you've been leaning so far forward in your chair this afternoon," she teased. "I have been trying to be discreet but if you must know...yes, I am hard as a rock," I admitted. She lowered her voice and said, "I'll bet you'd like nothing better than to jerk off for me again right here, wouldn't you?" "Not here...let's go inside," I suggested. She shook her head, "Right here, right now." I glanced around. I was in agony. "I don't want to get caught." She knew I was weakening and that it wouldn't take much more encouragement. "There's nobody around," she assured me. "There's a wall behind us and we'll hear or see anybody entering the pool area before we can get caught." Still, I hesitated. She was relentless and said, "I want to see your cock in the sunlight again and have you shoot your load all over." Who can say no to that? I raised my hips and slid out of my shorts. I placed them on the table next to me and leaned back. True to form my dick sprang straight up. Karen shifted onto her side so she could face me. It seemed like I'd been in a near constant state of arousal for the last week. I paused for a moment and watched Karen staring at my cock. Then I took it in my hand and started stroking it. She was watching intently as she unconsciously licked her lips. She was lying on that lounge chair with her head less than three feet away from my cock. There was a slight breeze that felt great on my balls. I backed off the firm stroke I had going and lightly traced my fingers up and down the shaft. I would have loved for Karen's resolve to break and have her grab my cock or slowly wrap her lips around it. Karen was pressing her legs together and was visibly squirming. She slowly reached down between her legs but kept her fingers outside her bikini bottoms. It was clear she was enjoying herself as much as I was but had some lines she didn't wish to cross. It never dawned on me that I might be able to tease her the same way she teased me. I wasn't going to draw this out too long. She'd been teasing me since I walked out there. Before I could bring myself to the point of no return I heard the gate open at the other end of my row of apartments and knew someone was about to enter the courtyard. The gate was about twenty feet from the corner of the apartments at which point they'd be able to see the pool area. There were three possibilities. Whoever was there might be headed to any of a number of the apartments on our side of the pool or they could be headed to the laundry room which could also be accessed from a door on this side about fifty feet away. The third option was that they might be headed for the pool itself and that would be disastrous. There was no time to put my shorts on so I just pulled my towel into my lap and leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. Both Karen and I gazed towards the end of those apartments to see what our fate was. An attractive young woman with dark hair appeared carrying a laundry basket. I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that she'd be heading to the laundry room and would have no reason to do more than glance our way. My towel would provide me enough cover at the distance she would pass. I'd seen the gal before but had never spoken to her. She looked our way and then waived. "Hey Karen," she called. "Ah shit," I said under my breath. "Hi, Julie," Karen called back. She altered course and started heading our way. I adjusted the towel in my lap and groaned, preparing for the worst. She stopped before reaching us though as she remembered her laundry. "I want to talk to you about something but I can do that after I get this load of laundry started," Julie said. She glanced at me sitting in my chair with a towel in my lap. That didn't register but then her eyes shifted to my shorts sitting on the table top. She looked back at me and then Karen and then back at the shorts. Karen followed her gaze and saw my shorts. She just smiled. "I have another load in there that I need to move to the dryer and then get this load started. I shouldn't be more than five minutes," Julie said. "Will you still be here?" Karen assured her that she would. Julie glanced back at my shorts and then again at me and then Karen. "I'll be back soon," she said as she turned. Karen turned back as Julie reached the door of the laundry. "Finish. You've got time and one of us should get off," Karen said. I knew it was insane but I couldn't help myself. I moved the towel down in front of me and grabbed my still throbbing cock. It was just as sensitive as it was when Julie entered the courtyard. The hungry look on Karen's face helped to send me over the top. It wasn't long before I shot four long wads of cum into my towel and collapsed. I really had no time to lay back and savor the feeling like I normally would. I wiped myself off and scrambled back into my shorts. "I should go," I said while still trying to catch my breath. "No you should stay and let me introduce you to Julie," Karen answered. Before our debate went any further, Julie emerged from the laundry room. The point was moot and I couldn't very well scurry away. I was at least relieved to know that I'd managed to get my shorts on. When Julie returned she glanced at me...in my shorts...and the towel on the table...and then at Karen. Julie got a knowing smile on her face. Karen decided this would be a good time to introduce us. I stood up to say hi and paused for just a second. I dropped my right hand back to my side and reached out with my left hand to shake. Knowing what my right hand had just been involved in it seemed like the right thing to do. Julie smirked and said, "Oh, you're left handed." "I suppose I'm ambidextrous when it seems more appropriate." That was all I could think of to say. Sure it was lame but it was better than to explain how that gesture showed what a gentleman I am(nice to meet you Julie...I didn't want to shake hands with my right because I was just jerking off with it) It would be tough to make that case under the circumstances. "I should leave you ladies to have your chat. I've got an appointment to get to," I lied. "Julie, it was nice meeting you." Turning to Karen I said, "I'll see you later. Tell Derek hello for me and that there's no need for him to thank me. I was happy to do it."