by Poppy Romero
Dan got a good look one day when he got home early from work. He was in the kitchen just getting a beer after work when he heard the front door. By the time he'd gone out to say hello and warn her he was in, Lucy was stood there completely naked with her track pants and sweater in her hands. When he told me later I laughed because he was so nervous – he was sure I'd get jealous, but I just thought it was funny.
Neither time did she seem even the slightest bit embarrassed about it. In fact it was usually us who were most embarrassed by it.
Beyond that, there was little about it that was too sexual until one day, when I'd slept in. Sean had taken the car, but I had the day off – intending to go into town and find something nice for his birthday next week.
I was just rolling over to wake myself up when I heard the sound of a video playing in another room. I was still a little groggy, and if I'm honest I sometimes forgot that Lucy was even staying with us. True to her word she'd either been out of the house, or in her room most of the time. We hardly even knew she was here.
But I could hear the tinny sound of video coming out of a cheap laptop from down the hallway. I sat up and reached for my gown, when I heard a moan from the other room.
I stopped, freezing in place so the ruffling of the bedsheets wouldn't drown out the sounds from down the hall. I could hear a video of someone giggling, a girl's voice. The sound of cars and crowded streets. I wondered what it was at first, and as I sat there on the edge of the bed, my curiosity only grew.
I eased myself over to the edge of the bed, gently placing my feet onto the floor and slowly lifting myself off the bed. I didn't want to disturb Lucy and make her stop the video, so I slipped a dressing gown off the hook on the back of the door, and quietly turned the door handle.
Out in the corridor, I could start to make out individual noises. Whoever the girl in the video was, she was giggling a lot. I couldn't make out much, but she seemed to be complaining, talking to someone behind the camera.
I crept closer to the door, and heard the hitching of breath again, but not from the laptop. Maybe this was private. I was about to turn around and creep back to bed, make a big show of waking up noisily. I could play an alarm sound on my phone, pretend I was getting up.
Then I heard Lucy's voice, coming from the laptop.
“So are you enjoying this in a sexual way?”
I stopped, suddenly intrigued.
The other girl giggled again. “I... yeah, I can't believe I'm doing this!”
“You're completely safe, it's perfectly legal for us to do this here. Describe your level of arousal for me.” He voice was calm, level and even. I had to admit, I was trying to picture the scene. It sounded like she was talking to a girl that she'd convinced to try some kind of nudity.
“I'm really... OK, this is exciting, but... are you sure about this?”
“Absolutely. This is private land, and we have permission.”
By this point I'd made my way to the door, and I peered through the gap.
I could see Lucy lying on the bed with her laptop next to her. She was naked as usual, but she had one hand on her breast, and another between her legs. On the screen, a shaky camcorder was filming a girl standing in the middle of a clearing of trees. She was lifting a light sun dress over her head, exposing her naked body to the camera.
I stood, entranced for a moment. Lucy's finger was gently circling her clit as she lay there, biting her lip. She had a nipple pinched between her finger and thumb, rolling and teasing it slowly. She looked incredible, sitting propped up against the headboard. She'd clearly thought she had the house to herself, so hadn't bothered closing her door or muting the sound.
I couldn't help sliding a little closer to the door to get a better look. On the laptop, the naked girl was blushing furiously, squirming and covering herself reflexively. She straightening up with her hands out at her sides, remembering she wasn't supposed to be covering her naked body. She had an adorable form – maybe an undergrad student talked into helping Lucy with her research.
“Don't worry about it.” Echoed Lucy's voice from the laptop. “We could do anything out here.”
Lucy moaned again, and raised her hips, her fingers sliding deeper between her legs. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Both Sean and I had assumed that her nudity wasn't a sexual thing. And yet there she was, hands between her open thighs, getting her rocks off to a girl undressing.
Still, I was hardly one to criticise, being in such a voyeuristic position. I stepped back to try and slip away, and leave her to her privacy. But as I stepped back, I heard the creak of a floorboard echo through the hallway.
In the bedroom, I heard Lucy roll off the bed and pad across the floor.
“Poppy?” She called, looking round the edge of the door. She caught me stood there, face bright red and flustered.
“Lucy, sorry, I was just passing and...
She laughed. “Sorry, I thought I had the house to myself, I didn't realise you were in.”
I blushed again. “Yeah, I got the day off, I just got up to go to the shower. ”
She nodded, leaning out from behind the door. “I was just catching up on some research.”
“Oh really?”I nodded, trying to act casual. Maybe she was playing innocent too, or maybe she genuinely wasn't embarrassed. All I could think was that behind the door she was completely naked, probably still wet and aroused. I could still hear the sounds of nature from the laptop.
She nodded. “Yeah. I'm working on the chapter linking nudity and sex - why it's present for some and not for others.”
“Oh. I see.” I glanced over at the screen, where, the camera had moved closer to the girl. She was looking embarrassed, but standing looking into the screen.
Lucy saw me looking and looked over her shoulder. “That's Cass. A volunteer.”
I jerked my head away from the screen. “Oh, sorry.”
She laughed. “Don't be. It's one of the problems I've been having with the research. Because it's so sexual to them, it's... well, it's hard to keep myself focussed.”
I nodded. “I think I understand. I actually... Well, I write erotica sometimes. I'm trying to move to writing it full-time, but... well, like you say, sometimes it's easy to get carried away.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Erotica? You mean like sex stories?”
I flushed a little, suddenly embarrassed. “Yeah... Mostly just to get it out of my system, you know. The problem is, if I come up with a good idea, it gets stuck in my head, makes it difficult to think of anything else.
She laughed. “I get that. Talking to students about their sex lives, how nudity is involved... You'd be surprised what college kids get up to these days.”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah... One girl started telling me this story about when she was younger, she loved to get naked around the house. Well one day, everyone's out, so she leaves her work on the patio, runs upstairs and strips off. She looks out the window into the back garden, and realises the table is on fire.
“So she runs downstairs in a towel, goes to put the fire out – next thing she knows, the door slams shut and she's standing there holding the burnt remains of a towel.”
“Oh no!”
“Yep. She ended up getting chased out the back door by her neighbours. Two guys came round to see what all the noise was about and she had to hide in the trees behind the house. Nothing but a pair of shoes. Ended up using the time to discover a new, exciting side to herself.”
“So how did she get home?”
“Well... That's the part I had a hard time believing. She said while she was out there she heard some noises coming from the bushes ahead, and...”
A noise from Lucy's laptop screen interrupted us. Lucy looked over her shoulder at the screen, which showed her and Cass, holding the camera at arm's length while she kissed her.
There was something incredibly erotic about the scene. I was almost hypnotised, despite Lucy being stood right in front of me. The camera start
ed to move closer to the girl, circling her as she stood there blushing, looking up into the lens. Lucy's hand stroked lightly down the centre of one breast, lightly circling her hardening nipple. I knew I'd interrupted something very private, but I couldn't tear my eyes away.
From the screen, I heard Lucy's voice say “Is this more, or less arousing outside?”
The girl bit her lip. “More. Definitely more.”
Lucy glanced back at me, and this time it was her turn to blush. “Well, now I guess I'd definitely better stop the video.”
Her door closed with a click, and I was left standing in the hallway, stunned by what I'd seen.
After that, I couldn't get the image of Lucy kissing Cass out of my head. After showering and getting ready to go out, I wandered round town trying to pick a present out for Sean's birthday, but came up completely short. All I could think about was Lucy. I couldn't get the image of her naked body out of my head, lying there with her fingers busily working away between her thighs, head back on the pillows, sighing.
I took it out on Sean. The second he got home I dragged him upstairs and pulled him on top of me, frantically tearing at his flies to free his cock. He said he'd never seen me like this, so frantic, like I'd been driven crazy. When we collapsed, exhausted, he asked me what had set me off. I told him it was a story I was working on.
But over the next week, I could barely think straight at work. Knowing Lucy was at home with her hands between her legs. Maybe she was taking the opportunity to watch her research on the big TV downstairs. Maybe she'd invited Cass round to the house. Every time I got caught up imagining what Lucy was up to, one of my co-workers would snap me out of it, realising I'd been sat there staring into space for five minutes.
Normally when I get hung up on an idea like this I get it out of my system by writing it out as a short story. Since I'd already booked the day before Sean's birthday off, I got up, grabbed my laptop, set it on the kitchen counter and brewed myself a coffee while I waited for it to load up.
Once it did, I sat squirming in my seat as I typed. I had to get the whole thing out of my head. Just writing down a list of raw ideas to type up and work on later. Ideas like being in the shower when I heard her, or her looking up at me, catching me and not caring at all that I was watching. Imagining myself as Cass in the video, both taking off a flimsy sun dress with nothing underneath, and feeling her soft lips parting to welcome my tongue into her mouth.
The more I wrote, the more I got turned on until I couldn't help myself any more. I slipped a hand between my legs, grinding myself against my fingers and feeling a rush of pleasure overtaking me.
For a moment, I forgot where I was, until I heard a cough by the door.
I looked over and gasped. Lucy was stood there, completely naked.
“Lucy!” I stammered. I snapped my hand out from under me, biting my lip to stifle an involuntary groan of disappointment.
“Poppy.” She smouldered, walking across the room towards me. It took me a second to realise she didn't have her dressing gown on – she was completely naked.
“I... I was just...” I started, blushing madly. I'd been caught out.
“Let's see what you were 'just,' shall we?” She stood behind me, and leaned over to scan down the list of ideas on the screen.
Unfortunately it was down near the bottom of the list, the part where I'd started to get really carried away and indulge my dirtiest fantasies. She tutted and leaned in closer over my shoulder, her breasts pressing against the back of my shirt. “Lucy looks up at me as she comes. I go in and join her. Sean comes home early, and fucks me while she watches.”
“I'm sorry, I didn't think you were in,” I stammered, “I was just trying to get some ideas down.”
“I can see that!” She grinned. “Is this a story about me?”
I blushed. “I'm sorry, I just...”
“Hey, don't be sorry. It sounds like you've really let your imagination wander here. I like it. There's just one thing though.”
I looked up at her as she rested a hand reassuringly on my shoulder.
“You haven't written an ending yet, have you?” She leaned into my ear, whispering. “I wonder how this little story of yours will turn out?”
Sean came home a little while later. As he normally does, he dropped his bag and coat by the door, and came in, shouting up for me. Same as he does every day.
Except today, I didn't answer. Instead of me calling back, Lucy walked out of the kitchen stark naked.
Sean turned away, covering his eyes. “Oh shit, sorry Lucy!”
Lucy stepped forward and took a hold of his arm, turning him round to face her. “Don't be. I told you, I'm not embarrassed. Your wife is certainly not embarrassed. Are you Poppy?”
I stepped out of the kitchen as she said that, and watched Sean's jaw drop.
Like Lucy, I was completely naked. Unlike Lucy, I had the words 'Happy Birthday Sean' written across my chest in chocolate sauce. I was flushing madly, and I could feel my pulse throb between my legs. I must have been red all over. I'd been working myself up to this, planning with Lucy all afternoon. The ideas had been getting filthier and filthier as we went on, until we realised we'd spent all afternoon fantasizing and it was time for Sean to come home.
And here he was, stood in front of me with his eyes running up and down my naked body. For a second, he just stared, unsure what to make of it. I half thought he might chicken out, but as he stared at me, stood there biting my lip, a broad grin cracked across his face.
“I think he likes his present.” Lucy whispered in my ear. I looked up at him, trying to be demure and coy, barely stifling a huge, dirty grin. Inside, my heart was fluttering with excitement at the way his eyes wandered over my naked body.
“Lets take a seat, shall we? Sean, you sit here.” She motioned over to one of the sofas, and took my hand, leading us both into the living room.
Sean sat down, his deep brown eyes radiating amused disbelief as they flicked back and forth between the two of us. He settled back into the chair, his suit jacket falling open as he nestled in. Lucy led me over to him, and sat me in his lap.
“Now Sean, I want you to enjoy your present. Poppy and I have taken the afternoon getting it ready for you.”
As she said this, I reached down and started unhooking his belt. He looked up into my eyes. It felt incredible to be doing this in front of Lucy, like I was putting on a show.
I slowly lowered the zipper on his trousers, feeling the stiffness waiting to be released there. His breath was hot against my chest as his head moved closer to my exposed skin, and began to lick delicately across the chocolate sauce on my breasts.
I groaned with satisfaction, reaching inside his boxers to grab a handful of his thick, hot cock. His tongue lapped at my chest, removing the letters one by one as I felt him throb in my hand.
I withdrew his stiffening length, looking down and marvelling at how hard it was. I hadn't seen Sean so excited in years – I guess the idea of Lucy watching had been on his mind since that day he'd caught her by the front door. I couldn't blame him.
Lucy sat down on the other side of him, her eyes flicking between his cock and the writing slowly disappearing letter by letter from my chest. She purred as she leaned in close to his ear.
“Didn't anyone ever tell you to share your birthday treats?”
He raised his head from my chest, and watched Lucy as she began to slowly lap up the chocolate letters. Her tongue trailed across the last of them letters, trailing down to where the sauce had drooled down onto one of my nipples. I gasped as her tongue gently circled it, and her mouth closed over it.
Sean laid a hand on each of our hips, his hands sliding gently up and down my side. He watched as Lucy's kissing and nibbling rose up to my neck, then along my jaw, and finally to my mouth.
We kissed, sitting there on Sean's lap, putting on a show for him on his birthday. His cock felt impossibly hard in my hand. I squeezed it, feeling his stiffness twitch every time I ra
n my thumb around the tip. I could feel the pre-cum bubbling from the tip.
Lucy's hands were all over me now, stroking over my breasts, up the side of my neck, cradling the back of my head as she pulled me into her kiss. She sucked on my lips, pulling at them gently but insistently with her teeth.
Sean's hand slipped between my legs, his fingers probing at the heat and slick wetness he found there. I moaned with satisfaction, and I felt Lucy arch against my mouth, gasping against my lips. I knew he was doing the same to her.
She pulled away from the kiss and looked into my eyes, smouldering. “I want to watch you” She said, biting her lip.
I looked down at Sean. His eyes were burning with desire, his fingers slipping in and out of me with a slow, languid rhythm. I looked back at Lucy, then at Sean, then I shifted back a little so I could sink my head down onto his rigid cock.
Lucy ran her hand through my hair as I sucked on him, feeling the heat and the throbbing urgency slide against the roof of my mouth. All I wanted was to please him, to give him a birthday treat he'd never forget.
I looked up to see Sean's hand slipping in and out of Lucy. She was sat with her legs wide open now, and I groaned in arousal watching his fingers work her to orgasm.
It was too much. Lucy's arousal and the taste of Sean's musk was making me lose control, and I didn't want to come unless I was getting fucked. I let my lips slip off his rigid cock with a wet 'pop,' and started to climb onto his lap.
Lucy shuffled back a little as Sean scooted forward in the seat, his prick sticking proudly up in the air, as though desperately searching for me. Lucy's eyes were locked onto it as I lined myself up over it, and sank down onto his delicious, hard cock.
All I could think of was how gorgeous it felt as it slid inside my hot, wet sex. Lucy had been driving me mad with anticipation, and the longer I'd been made to wait, the more the sensitivity had built up. I bit my lip as I slid down again, allowing him in a little further each time until he was buried in me up to the hilt.
Lucy's hand slipped between her legs as she watched me ride Sean. No longer was she delicately stroking as she had been while watching the video of Cass upstairs. This time her fingers were urgent, frantically rubbing with one hand while Sean's fingers slammed in and out of her.