5 comments/ 38881 views/ 15 favorites Naked for Salena Ch. 01 By: Naked1 I: The First Time In 1999, I lived in a very small town...a mining town actually...it's one of those types of small towns where everyone knows your business. And it makes no difference whether or not you actually know that they know your business because they do anyway. I'd moved there to be close to my family after 15 years of living in Europe. There's a small, four-room college in town which is actually a satellite of the main campus about 100 miles away, and many of the classes are taken via two-way video. In addition to being close to my family, I'd returned to school to finish my associate degree...basically to get my life together at the age of 34. If you've never lived in a small mining town, I can tell you this: there is more intrigue, cheatings, gossip and double-crossing than a cable network series. In this one, most of the men worked in the mines...usually 12 to 14 hour rotating shifts...leaving many of their wives to run amok in the three bars in town at night. After living there for a while, I also noticed that there were basically two classes of women...married and unmarried. While this is usual anywhere, the married ones usually ranged in age from their early twenties up into their early fifties. The single women were either very young, or in their fifties and divorced. Because I went to college full-time, I was in a kind of unique situation in town, being one of the handful of males who was basically free to roam without the constraints of having to spend half of my time in the mines. I was lucky. Also, since 90% of the student population of the satellite center consisted of married women, and a few younger, unmarried ones, all of my friends at school (save for one) were female. Salena, whom I was friends with for about three years there, happened to be one of the exceptions to what seemed like the rule: She was young, (mid-twenties at the time), unmarried, (although she had an on-and-off boyfriend of many years), and a two year-old daughter. She was also incredibly beautiful. Her father was Native American and her mother was Italian...the result in Salena was sheer magnificence. The first time that I ever saw her was just before the start of my first fall semester. She was laying outside of her place on a porch swing, talking on the phone, dressed in cut-offs and a tank top. Her long, dark legs were stretched casually in front of her, and she had her arms crossed under her rather largish breasts. With her head cocked to the side, cradling the phone, she winked and smiled at me as I passed on my way home from the gym. Even from the sidewalk, I could see her bright, piercing blue eyes. What struck me most was her hair. It was long...waist-length in fact, and wrapped and twisted around in her in dark, curly tresses. I remember being taken aback by her beauty, and I stopped, almost involuntarily, and waved. She smiled, revealing a perfect set of beautiful, polished teeth. My heart skipped a beat right there and then...she was truly a vision. I could go on about Salena's beauty for the length of a book; however, since that is not the purpose of my tale, suffice to say that over the next three years...we developed a friendship that was close...more than close...and yet, at times...(like any friendship I guess)...was fraught with frustration and arguments. But always...always...there existed an attraction between us...a sexual tension that at times could be cut with a knife. Salena's relationship with her on-and-off again boyfriend Jess was volatile. About her age, he was a drunk and a troublemaker. When I met Salena, Jess was serving time for drunk driving. It wasn't his first conviction, and this time, he'd managed to roll his truck over in the middle of the road. Miraculously, the young man survived and was doing six months for it. He had a month to go when I came into Salena's life. I say that her relationship was on-and-off because it seemed like every time I turned around, they were together for a few months, then they'd break up for a few months and so on...in a cycle that often left her angry and/or depressed. Even though I was attracted to Salena, and her to me, there just never really seemed to be a right time to cross that line. One minute she hated Jess and would declare that she was finished...then a couple days or weeks later, she would announce their umpteenth reunion. So, we stayed close friends...probably closer than many. We were totally comfortable with each other and often joked about sexual matters. In fact, we probably knew more about each other than a regular couple. We were study-buddies. That is, we had many of the same classes and spent a lot of time together at her place or mine, getting ready for tests. I sucked at math but it was easy for her. By the same token, I was better at political science and things of that nature and was a great help to her there. By our second year in school together, I had developed a crush on her that just wouldn't quit. Every time I was around her, my heart pounded and I noticed an excitement...a rush in my belly. Secretly, I feared that I was falling hard for her, but since that could never happen; I avoided those thoughts with all my might. But sitting next to her at home, studying, or in class...enduring the torture of being so close to her...seeing her beauty, and feeling the warmth that emanated from her just about drove me crazy. I fantasized about her constantly...stroking myself to visions of us having wild, abandoned sex. In my mind's eye, I fucked her mercilessly, as my hand pulled and pounded on my engorged cock in secret. One warm afternoon, I was sunbathing nude in my backyard. Since my small place sat basically in the middle of nowhere and was surrounded by a six-foot privacy fence, I felt more than comfortable going nude in my yard. The places on either side of me were empty at that time, so I had no close neighbors. As I lounged on the folding chaise in my backyard, I rubbed suntan oil all over my naked skin, and lay back to soak up the rays. I'd nodded off for a bit, and dreamed of Salena...fucking her as usual. Awhile later, I awoke to a throbbing erection between my legs. It pulled at me...it was so hard, jutting straight up from my body and begging for attention. With the dream of Salena fresh in my mind...my erection wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Dripping some of the suntan oil into my palm, I wrapped my hand gently around my stiff shaft and squeezed. Closing my eyes, I imagined Salena there with me...watching me. In my mind's eye, she stood not two feet from me...smiling, gorgeous and wanton, as I lay naked before her, stroking myself. Increasing my movements, my body responded to my own touch and a small moan escaped my lips...as I stroked myself faster...running my palm the length of my shaft, from the base up to the head and back down again. My balls tingled and my nipples hardened at the excitement of being totally nude in my backyard...masturbating, while imagining that Salena was standing right next to me...watching me. I fantasized that she was slowly touching herself between her legs as our eyes locked in lust. "Oh...god...Salena.." I moaned audibly, now beginning to pound my cock hard. "RICK?" Salena's voice suddenly called out from the front of my place. She was at my front door. I froze a moment, afraid to breathe. "RICK? YOU HOME?" I heard her announce loudly again. Apparently, lost in my masturbatory fantasy, I hadn't heard her car pull up. I struggled for what to do. Even though Salena comprised the thrust of my fantasies and I'd have given anything to be with her...still...I was embarrassed and didn't want to be caught jerking off in my backyard. But I couldn't get my hand to believe that. "RICKY! I KNOW YOU'RE HOME...I SEE YOUR CAR!" she yelled again from the front of my place by the door. Against my better judgment, I kept stroking myself, faster...I was so excited that I could hardly breathe. "RICK?" Salena's voice sounded closer...she was coming around to the back. Abruptly, she pounded on the gate...spurring me into motion. Tearing my hand from my cock, I grabbed the small, kitchen-sized towel I'd brought to wipe the extra oil off with, and covered myself with it...jerking up to a sitting position to hide my hard-on...just as Salena pushed the gate open and stepped through. "Hey, there you ..." she smiled, stopping short when she spotted me, nude save for the tiny towel covering my private parts, bent over slightly, trying to hide what was between my legs. "Whatter you doing?" she laughed, taking in what must have been a ridiculous sight. "I, uh, I...I was just sunbathing," I stammered, sounding a bit guilty, even to myself. "Hmm..." she teased, shifting her weight to one foot and piercing me with her gorgeous blue eyes. The fact that she was dressed in a pair of tight short-shorts and white-shirt that barely reached her midsections wasn't helping matters. Her breasts swayed lightly with her movements, causing me to also shift on the chaise. "Rick," she smiled, "were you playing with yourself?" I sat, silent, not knowing what to say...shocked, yet awed as always by her incredible beauty. "You were, weren't you?" Salena laughed. "You were jerking off, huh?" she said, her eyes roaming me. The fact that I was totally naked suddenly became crystal clear. I blushed deep. Instinctively, I hunched over a bit more. "Salena," I began...before my voice caught in my throat. I had no clue what to say. Embarrassment filled me like 5 gallons in a 4 gallon container. My face flushed hot. "I came by to ask if you could take a look at my car," Salena interjected suddenly, sweetly rescuing me. "It's making funny noises." Relieved at the change of subject, I smiled. "Sure, okay," I said, glad to be on familiar ground again. "Just let me go in and get changed." "Rick, I'm in a big hurry, I have to pick up my daughter," Salena frowned, "and I'm already late." "Can you please just come and look at it?" "But Salena," I said, "I uh...well, you know...I'm not really wearing anything." "Oh just cover up with your towel Rick," she said hurriedly, "you live in the middle of the desert." It was true to a point. My place sat on the outskirts of town, surrounded by desert and two empty places on either side of me...although there were three neighboring places across the road from mine. But it was the middle of the day and unlikely that anyone would be home. "Okay," I said, "I'll take a look." "Thanks honey," Salena smiled. Turning, she walked towards her car, as gorgeous from behind as from the front. I stood, and tried to wrap the towel around myself. To my dismay, I realized that I couldn't; it was too small. In fact, I had to hold it together behind myself with one hand, and it didn't even cover my rear. I walked out, holding my towel, to Salena's car, with most of my bare ass exposed. I was about to tell her that I really needed to go in and change, when she called me over. She'd already popped the hood, had the engine running and was pointing to the noise. With her attention focused on the engine, she wasn't paying any attention to my bare ass anyway. Curiously, I held my towel together and approached her. I saw the source of the sound immediately; her serpentine belt was somewhat loose, causing it squeal. Bending over the front of the car next to her, I felt the air on my bare bottom. I was exposed to the houses across the road. "What is it?" Salena furrowed her brow at me in concern. "It's your serpentine belt," I said, "it's kinda loose." "Can you fix it?" she asked. "Well, I could, but I need a wrench," I said, spotting the adjustment lug. "But, it'll be okay...you can drive it for now..." I said. "Here, wait," Salena said. Reaching into the back seat she produced a wrench and socket set. "These are Jess's, can you use them?" Standing in front of her, holding my towel together, I pondered the situation. I could easily tighten the belt for her. But I would need two hands, which meant I would have to either go in and get dressed, or well, drop my towel and stand naked in the front yard. "But really Salena," I began, "you can drive it, it's no big..." "Please Rick?" she said in that way that I couldn't resist. "I don't want to have to worry with my daughter in the car..." "Shut off the engine," I said, exhaling. Laying the small wrench case on the fender, I opened it with one hand, and grabbed a ½ inch from it. Leaning over the engine compartment, I pressed my midsection into and released the towel. The towel fell open, completely exposing my bare cheeks, but pressed between my body and the grill at the front of the car, it stayed in place. "Hey, nice ass," Salena joked, eyeing me. Again, I felt a flush of embarrassment at my exposure in front of her...coupled with the fact that I was practically naked in my front yard. Anyone at home in one of the three places across the road would be able to see me. Despite myself, I felt a rise between my legs again. Fearing the worst, I worked quickly. The ridiculousness of the situation hit me: Here I was, totally naked and barefoot in my front yard in front of Salena and anyone else who might see...save for the tiny towel pressed between me and the car...trying to tighten a serpentine belt that I knew wasn't an emergency. But I'd allowed Salena to press me into it. Perhaps, at my core, I really wanted to do this. And now, to top it off...I was rising to full mast again...as my cock pressed against the grill through the thin towel. The lug stuck a bit...and I had to give it extra effort. Putting my weight into it, I moved, and the towel slipped slightly, baring all of me, save for my cock against the car which was still covered by it. My hard-on throbbed and pulled at me. Salena moved closer, to watch me work, lightly pressing her bare thigh into mine...my head swam...it was difficult to breathe. The feel of her warm skin on mine, coupled with her nearness made my cock pound, jutting right into the grill. She smelled so good...I was losing it. Glancing quickly around, I saw the three places across the street...they appeared empty. The headiness of the situation was overcoming...my hips moved slightly, involuntarily, pressing my hard-on into the car...right next to Salena. The towel rode further and further down and off of my cock, until it was barely hanging by the tip of it. Glancing down quickly, I saw that my shaft, balls and most of the head of it was exposed to Salena. Standing next to me, pressing her thigh harder into mine, she said nothing. Finally, thankfully, I was done. With a last effort on the lug, I managed to tighten it...with the other hand I checked the belt, just as the towel hit the ground, under the front of the car. I stepped back, totally naked and hard in front of Salena. "Well, that's that..." I said, trying to ignore the fact that I was stark naked a few feet from the road in broad daylight. "It sure is," she smiled, only not at the car. She was eyeing my nude body. Handing her the wrenches, I smiled, feeling the excitement and embarrassment of basically being totally naked in public and in front of her. Adrenaline rushed through my veins and my cock swelled harder in spite of myself. I was scared to death and excited beyond belief at the same time. "Thank you so much Rick," Salena smiled. Leaning in to peck my cheek, her breasts brushed my arm lightly, raising goose bumps...before she stepped back to give me an appreciative glance. I still couldn't believe I was standing buck naked in my front yard. "Oh Rick," Salena said, suddenly as if remembering something, "what were you thinking about?" "What?" I stammered, off guard. "What were you thinking about when you were jerking off?" she smiled somewhat wickedly. Her breasts rose and fell faster under her shirt, not escaping my notice. My cock felt like iron...pounding and throbbing. Jutting in front of me, it pointed straight at her. "I...I..I..mean...I" my tongue twisted, stumbling over itself. My upper body flushed and my nipples grew erect...it was difficult to think straight. Just then, a red Toyota pulled up into the driveway of one of the houses across the street. A young woman got out, and headed for the front door...not stopping...oblivious to the fact that a totally naked man stood in his front yard across the road. If she'd have but turned her head, she'd probably have gotten the shock of her life. "Well, I gotta get going honey," Salena interrupted my babbling, saving me again. With that, she climbed in, restarted the engine and dropped the car in gear. Turning, she smiled and waved at me through the passenger window as she pulled out onto the road. Then she was gone, leaving me naked and hard in front of my house. Ignoring the small towel laying on the ground, I stood a moment longer, feeling the excitement. Wrapping my hand around my shaft, I squeezed gently...replaying the entire scene over in my mind again...slowly pulling on myself. It felt incredible. The idea that I was actually going to masturbate, naked outside flooded me, and I moved my hand faster. Suddenly, the door to the place across the street into which the woman had gone opened. Overcome with common sense finally, or maybe just scared shitless, I turned and ran back along my place to the back yard and through the gate, closing it behind me to finish the job. My front yard was the first time I was naked in front of Salena but by far not the last. Our friendship eventually developed another, erotic side to it, which usually resulted in my public nudity for her. I got much bolder and more daring, and she never seemed to tire of providing situations for me to expose myself to her and the world. Naked for Salena Ch. 02 Ch. 02: The Porch After Salena left, and I'd run to my backyard and closed the gate, I was so excited that I couldn't breathe. Standing just behind the gate, I stroked and pounded myself furiously, replaying what had just happened over in my mind. I'd been sunbathing nude in my backyard and had fallen asleep. After a sex dream about Salena, I'd awakened with such an erection that I had no other choice but to take care of it right then and there. But I was unaware that Salena was standing at my front door until she called my name. Coming 'round the back, she'd pushed through the gate and all but caught me with cock in hand. Now, however, with my naked back pressed against the rough wood of the gate, I turned the bottle of suntan oil upside down and poured all over my erection...and stroked myself fast. In her short-shorts and cut-off tshirt, Salena had looked like some sort of gorgeous sex-angel as she stood there teasing me about "playing with myself." She'd caught me and she knew it, as I hunched over in the lounge, trying to hide myself with the ridiculously tiny towel. Drawing me out into the front yard to take a look at her car, I'd fixed the problem...eventually losing my towel completely and standing naked and hard in front of her. I'd never been naked in front of her or in my front yard before. After Salena left, I was unable to stop myself from masturbating in the front yard in full view of the road, and was nearly caught by the woman across the street. Now, in the backyard again, I finished what I'd originally started before Salena showed up...pounding my cock to orgasm and spilling it all over the grass. A few days later, I was at home in the evening when the phone rang. It was Salena. I hadn't seen her since the incident in the front yard. She'd missed a few classes at the college. Apparently, she'd decided to be "on" with Jess, and they'd left town for a couple of days. Now though, judging by the call, they were "off" again. "Hey," I heard Salena's sweet voice over the line, "can you come over?" "Sure dear," I said, pushing the picture of the front yard from my mind. "You okay?" After a moment of silence, she sighed. "Yeah, I'm okay...but I'm really behind on homework. I was hoping you could help me." "Of course hun," I said. "I'll be right there." On the short, five-block walk to Salena's house, I thought about the other day in the front yard. She hadn't said anything about as of yet. I wondered when she would, or whether I should bring it up. As exciting as it had been, I was kind of embarrassed about it. Salena lived in an old Victorian with a covered porch that faced the street. Pushing through the picket gate, I walked up the path to find her sitting with her beautiful, dark legs tucked under her on a worn, green couch, sipping from a can of beer. There were several empties stacked carefully on the porch in front of her. "Hey," I said, plopping down next to her. "Hey," she returned, revealing her perfectly polished teeth in a smile that never failed to knock me off my feet. She'd pulled her dark tresses back into a single ponytail that fell behind her, running the length of her back...leaving a few strands hanging around her face. As always, she was gorgeously disheveled. "Wanna beer?" she said, reaching into the cooler next to her end of the couch. Taking the cold beer, I popped the lid and sipped from it, tasting the bitter liquid as it went down. "I thought we were here to do homework?" I joked, wiping my lips with the back of my hand, noticing the way her low-cut t-shirt hugged her breasts, and how the sweat on her skin beaded above her cleavage. It was just after sunset, though not totally dark and still pretty warm. It was going to be a muggy night. "Jess is such an ass," she said, out of nowhere, pulling from her own beer. I frowned. I hated Jess. "What happened?" "Well, he promised this time that he was going to change...you know, stop drinking so much, spend more time with our daughter, and so on..." "So, basically...same old story?" I said, already knowing that it was. "Yeah, two days after that he got drunk, screamed at me, and our daughter, and took off. All over some stupid thing about car insurance...or something...hell, I don't' really know..." Salena stared straight ahead, out into the evening as she dropped into silence. "Fuck." I exhaled. We sat quietly as I finished my beer. Jess was an asshole...an immature young drunk who wouldn't know a good thing if it bit his fucking cock off. I could not understand how he could treat someone like Salena so badly. She was beautiful and intelligent, and had a genuine heart of gold. She was so caring about everyone, and often went far out her way to help anyone who needed it. Such a gentle soul, Salena was one of the kindest people I'd ever known. She deserved so much better. And I would have pulled the stars from the sky for her if she'd but said that she wanted them. I would have treated her like a goddess. I would have loved her the way she deserved to be loved. I would have done anything for her. But that could never happen, and it killed me. She loved Jess for some reason that I could not begin to fathom and refused to give him up. Personally, I would have had no qualms about breaking every bone in his worthless body. Suddenly, Salena turned her gorgeous gaze on me and smiled. "So, that was pretty awesome the other day huh? Did you like it?" She was talking about my nudity in the front yard. I nearly dropped my beer can. "Uhm...I..." I stammered, caught off-guard. Salena had a way of doing that to me. I figured that the subject would come up again...I just hadn't expected it right there and then...so totally of the blue. "Hey, you're blushing," she said. "You're so cute when you're embarrassed." Pulling at a strand of stray hair that had managed to escape her ponytail, she cocked her head slightly and grinned at me, twirling it through her fingers. Her blue eyes pierced me. "Well, I uh," I continued to stammer like a blubbering idiot, "I mean," "Oh Rick," she said, chiding me, rolling her eyes, "you liked it...it was so obvious." As usual, Salena had come to my rescue, finishing with a giggle. "It's just that you were in a hurry, and I didn't mean for my towel to come off...I would have put pants on or something...Salena..." "Hey, it's okay honey," she laughed. "We're friends here. I liked it too. If I hadn't, I would have said something...." With that, she graced me with one of her heart-melting smiles. I thought about it a moment, She was right. If she'd have had a problem with my nudity she would have said something. Salena was direct like that. It was getting darker by then, and the mugginess was setting in as the crickets took up their songs. "''Nother beer?" she said, already reaching into the cooler. Grateful for the distraction, I took it from her, opening it and pulling from it in a single motion. "So you like walking around naked outside then?" Salena prodded. I was silent. I had no idea what to say. "You don't have to be embarrassed Rick," Salena said, growing more serious. "It's normal you know." "It is?" "Heck yes," she explained, "lots of people like stuff like that. For example, I find doing it in places where you could get caught a turn on." "You mean, like in public?" I said, genuinely curious. This wasn't the first time we'd talked about sex, but it was a more familiar subject; therefore, more comfortable ground for me. Salena grinned again. "Well, no not necessarily just in public," she said. "What I mean is that I find the possibility of getting caught a turn on. Like for example, when Jess and I first got together, we did it at his mom's house in the kitchen while she had company in the living room." The idea of Jess touching her was angering...but the concept of what she was telling me was hot. I felt a rise in my jeans, picturing it. "Did you get caught?" I said, now fascinated. "Almost," she laughed. "His mom got up to come in the kitchen just as we were about to finish, so we had to hurry...it was very exciting." The word "exciting" hung in the air as Salena finished, smiling at me. I thought about the incident in the front yard a few days before, and how the lady across the street could have...no, would have caught me...had she merely turned her head. I understood. "So, like the other day in the yard," I started, treading carefully. "I was standing there naked, and the lady across the street came home." "Yes," Salena said simply. I was silent. "Exactly," she finished for me. "You were naked in your front yard where you could have been caught, then that lady came home and could have seen you...that was hot." I remembered how Salena had pressed her bare thigh into mine at the front of the car, making me harder, causing my towel slip further. She'd done it on purpose. She had been trying to make me lose control in my front yard...hoping that'd I'd get caught. It was all so clear now...I understood, and my cock stirred again. "Wow," I said, kind of impressed. "Yup." Salena smiled, as if reading my mind. We fell silent again. "Rick?" she said after a few moments, looking at me with an expression that was unfamiliar to me. "Yah?" "Would you take off all of your clothes right now?" Her question was like a brick in the face. I hadn't expected anything like that. It knocked me back...but then, Salena was so good at that. "I, uhm...you mean like, right here? Now?" I said, kind of shocked, but toying with idea nevertheless. "Yeah," she said as if it were nothing more than asking me to hand her a beer. "It's getting dark and the street's empty," she smiled somewhat wickedly. "It's a lot safer than your front yard." Glancing around, I took stock. From the porch, it was unlikely that anyone would see me from the sidewalk. To the right of Salena's house was the rest of the neighborhood. I couldn't tell from where I was whether anyone was home next door or across the street. To the left of her house was a carwash, and the corner that fed the main street through town. I could hear the occasional sound of cars passing on the main street...other than that, the neighborhood was quiet. "C'mon," she laughed, egging me. "Don't be shy. You like being naked. You sure weren't very shy the other day." The other day, I was already naked and in a state when she arrived. It had been easier I guess. But, standing, I found myself reaching for the hem of my shirt anyway. As I said earlier, I would have done anything she asked of me. Grasping it, I pulled my shirt up, over my head and off, tossing it on the couch. Salena watched, smiling. "I like your tan," she said. Placing the toe of one shoe at the heel of the other, I pressed, stepping out of it, then did the same with the other. With a pull from her beer, Salena retrieved another one from the cooler. Popping it open, she drank from it. Her eyes never left me as I unbuckled my belt. With my jeans open, I pushed at the waist, sliding them down, over my hips to my knees. As she watched, Salena made no pretenses; rather, her eyes followed my movements. I was stripping naked for her right on the front porch, and she was openly enjoying it. It was becoming harder to breathe. "Are you sure?" I said, pausing. "Just do it," she giggled, smiling at me. Pushing my jeans down my legs to my ankles, I stepped out of them, leaving them on the porch. Finally, I reached for the waistband of my underwear. My cock was thickening; I was excited. I was about reveal myself to Salena again. But I was embarrassed by it too. Pulling the waistband away from my sides, I slide my shorts down, over my slowly lengthening cock to my knees. Finally, I let them fall to my ankles and stepped out of them, leaving them on the porch next to my pants. "Don't forget your socks," Salena laughed, pointing at them. Bending over, I stripped my socks off, tossing them on the arm of the couch. I stood completely naked on the porch in front of her. Salena smiled, taking me in with her eyes. With the fingers of one hand, she pulled at and twirled the loose strand of hair again. "You have a nice body Rick," she said. As a full-time student, with no need for a job, I hadn't had much else to do for the last year but spend my time between school and the gym. Still, I blushed at her compliment. I was gaining a serious erection though, and instinctively covered it with my hands. "Don't do that," Salena laughed. "Let it be," she said. "Just allow it Rick...it's perfectly natural." I dropped my hands. Exposed to her and the street on the front porch, I felt an excitement in my belly as my cock finally reached full mast...standing out and straight away from my body. I felt my nipples become erect. It was really hard to breathe now. "See?" Salena said. "Isn't it erotic? Just feel it...there's nothing wrong with it..." She was right. Normally, I would have used a word like "hot" or "exciting" to describe what I felt in that moment. But while it was those things...there was something else...something different. Being naked in front of Salena, with an erection sticking out and pulling at me was hot, and exciting for sure. Still, there was a sexual energy, a tension, coursing through me. To be so nude and exposed to her, while she was clothed and so sexy; to be so close to sex...but yet so far from it...was...erotic. It wasn't sex...it wasn't pornographic exactly...it was total eroticism. "It is erotic," I said, breathing heavily. "I know," Salena answered, looking me over and smiling. "I feel it too." "You do?' I asked, surprised. "Of course," she said. "I love seeing a man nude in where he shouldn't be, like outside or where he could be seen by other people...that's so erotic for me." My cock throbbed. In the fading light, I thought I saw Salena's nipples harden under her t-shirt. They must have. I hadn't noticed that beforehand. Salena took another swig, and placed the empty can with the others. I counted six in all. She was feeling no pain and it was beginning to show. Taking my seat next to her on the couch again, I half-turned towards her to face her with my erection sticking up from between my thighs. The couch felt strange, but exciting beneath my bare ass and balls. "I should hook you up with 'Rodge," she said, turning to face me. "Rodge?" "Rodge" was Salena's nickname for one of best friends whom she'd gone to high school in town with. Her name was Jennifer...a short, platinum blonde with a reputation in town as a party girl. Jennifer was pretty, and while I knew of her, and had met her from time to time at the college and around town, we weren't actually friends so to speak. Salena called her "Rodge" because her last name was Rodgers. "Yeah," she laughed. "Did I ever tell you about the time that she went home naked from the Silver Dollar?" "Uh..no..." I said slowly. Salena laughed. "What happened?" I said. Jennifer going home naked? My interest was piqued and I had to hear it. Unfolding her luscious dark legs, Salena stretched them out in front of her and got comfortable. "Gimme a beer," she said, and I did. "One time," she began, "last summer we were all at the Silver Dollar, Rodge, me, Jess and Kelly." The Silver Dollar was one of the three bars in town and I was familiar with it, but I knew nothing of Kelly. "We were all pretty drunk. All of a sudden, this one guy dared Rodge to go home naked." "Really..." I said, fascinated, picturing it in my mind. My cock, still hard, throbbed at the idea of Jennifer walking home totally naked. "Yup. So Rodge said...You don't think I will?" Jennifer's reputation well preceded her. It was also known that when drunk, she wasn't one to turn down a dare. "Wow, go on," I said, resting my hand on my thigh next to my erection. Salena's eyes followed my movement, but she said nothing about it. "So, Rodge took off all of her clothes, right there in front of everyone and marched right out of the door...the look on the guy's face was priceless..." she laughed heartily at that. In my mind's eye, I saw hot little Jennifer, strip naked in the bar. I imagined her taking of her shirt and bra, revealing her magnificent, firm tits to everyone. I saw her stepping out of her pants and dropping her panties to the floor. I saw her standing completely nude in front of everyone. My cock pulled and ached as Salena went on with the story. She was staring straight ahead, as I quietly placed my hand on my erection, unable to stop myself...barely daring to breathe. "What then?" I said, lightly touching myself. "We were all standing there like what-the-fuck? Finally, I picked up her clothes and went outside...but she was already across the street." I saw Jennifer walking totally naked across the street, and squeezed myself. "Oh..." I said. Turning her head to face me, Salena dropped her eyes to my crotch. Looking up again, she smiled, her blue eyes boring into mine. "So I crossed the street after her, carrying her clothes and laughing my ass off..." she went on. Now that Salena knew what I was doing, I felt somewhat emboldened. It was hot and exciting: Sitting there naked next to her, playing with myself on her front porch while she told me the story of Jennifer's naked public adventure. Turning, I faced the street and spread my feet wider apart. Taking my hard cock in hand, I stroked, very slowly, feeling the excitement and the thrill of every touch...openly masturbating in front of Salena. "Go on...please..." I said, still picturing the scene. "So I caught up to Rodge and tried to give her clothes. But she didn't want them. She said that guy had pissed her off and she was going to walk home naked to prove a point." Placing myself as an invisible point of view in the story, I followed along, picturing Jen's body from behind, watching her hot little ass wiggle as she made her way along the sidewalk, stark naked under the moonlight. My hand moved faster on my shaft, and I tried not to moan. "I walked with her carrying her clothes to make sure she made it home okay," Salena giggled...she sounded somewhat drunk. "Then all of a sudden there was this guy..." "What?" I said. "A guy?" My eyes were closed, I was right there with her, slowly moving my hand over my cock, pulling on it. "Yeah, a guy was standing across the street...looking at Rodge like he couldn't believe it." I sighed, breathing heavily. "Rodge walks across the street, right up to the guy and asks for a cigarette. So here's this guy, fumbling through his pockets with this naked girl standing right in front of him..." Seeing it in my mind, I stroked harder...stretching my legs out in front of me, I pointed my toes and moaned low...I couldn't help it. Suddenly, Salena turned to face me. Smiling, she watched me masturbate. "Then all of a sudden, Rodge runs her hands under her tits and lifts them up at the guy, and does this little dance in front of him...while I'm standing across the street holding her clothes." Too far gone to stop now, I stroked myself right in front of my friend. The story, and the fact that I was actually masturbating while she watched pushed me to the point of no return. I was more excited than I could ever remember being...it was dirty, naughty and delicious. I was completely naked on the porch, stroking my cock at the street. The contrast between normality and what I was doing fueled the situation. I beat my horny cock while Salena watched, and finished the story. "Then, she actually opened herself with her hands right in front of the guy and said...see my pussy?" Naked for Salena Ch. 02 "Oh god..." I moaned, stroking hard and fast, watching naked Jennifer act like a total slut in public in my mind, yet totally aware of Salena's hot gaze. It was too much. I was nearing orgasm. Suddenly, the sound of an engine filled the air. Headlights lit up the street in front of us as a beat up pickup truck rounded the corner from the main road. Stopping, I jerked myself to a sitting position. "No," Salena said, "it's okay...don't stop." "But what if they see me?" I said worriedly, watching the pickup approach. "So?" she answered, so calm, smiling as if there was nothing unusual at all about the situation. "So they see you...what are they going to see? A handsome naked man, masturbating on the porch next to a woman...I think it's hot..." As if on cue, the pickup stopped in front of the house across the street. I leaned back again and resumed stroking, facing the street. I felt so totally naked and exposed, seeing my clothes scattered about the porch only served to make it starker. I was scared and excited at the same time. A man and a woman got out of either side of the truck. The man headed immediately for the front door of the house, while the woman stood a moment. "I forgot something," she said. Ignoring her, the man went into the house while the woman re-opened the truck. Leaning in, she appeared to search for something. "Isn't this hot?" Salena said..."you're so close to being caught..." I stroked, moaning, totally lost in it. By that point, I couldn't have stopped if I'd tried. Then, the woman looked up, through the driver's side window in our direction and froze. "Oh god, Salena..." I said, more moaning that speaking, stroking fast. "I think she sees you," Salena whispered. "Keep going..." I did. In fact, through half-closed eyes, I saw the woman raise her head and stare. As my orgasm approached, I lifted my legs straight out in front of me and pointed my bare toes at the woman, stiffening them in anticipation. Suddenly, my orgasm hit, rocking me from head to toe. Pumping my cock, I jettisoned thick, hot ropes of cum straight up into the air, where they arched and came back down again, spattering my belly and chest. "FUCK...OH JEEZUS FUCK..." I moaned loudly, jerking for all I was worth. The woman doubtless heard me from across the street. Closing the door to the truck, she came around it, and approached. Stopping in the middle of the street, she stared. "Oh god..." I whimpered, beating my cock as it squirted rope after rope of hot cum. The orgasm that I felt was indescribable. It washed through my entire body, picking me up and slamming me back down again. I couldn't have stopped if ten people were watching me. "That's so hot..." Salena said. "I bet right now her panties are soaked..." Finally, at long last, my orgasm receded as I squeezed the final drops from the head of my cock. Spent, I sprawled, exhausted and wide-legged on the couch. The woman watched a moment longer, then turned, heading back into the house. Suddenly, I panicked. "Oh god, Salena, what if she says something?" I said as reality sunk in. I had just allowed a woman to see me, masturbating, totally naked in public. I was scared to death of what could happen. "Pffft," Salena blew her tongue between her teeth, "what's she gonna say? By the way honey, I just saw some naked guy beat his cock and cum all over himself in front of a woman on the porch across the street...now I'm all turned on...fuck me?" Then, she broke into giggles, doubling from her laughter. Salena was so confident. She made it sound so easy. I chose to believe her and relaxed again. "Wanna beer?" she said, eyeing the slowly drying cum on my skin. "Sure," I said. Sitting up, I got us both another one. We sat through a couple more, talking and laughing like the best friends that we were. I stayed naked until it was time to go. While the subject of what I'd done came up again during our conversation, Salena treated it as if it was no big deal and we talked about other things as well. That was the second time I was naked for her and the first time I actually masturbated in front of her. But of course I couldn't know at the time that it far from the last, and that I would be doing those same things in much more public situations as time went on.