I walk over to the Ferny’s and knock on their front door. While I wait for someone to open the door, I hope to myself that this won’t take too long as I’d like to get back to my alone time. It doesn’t take too long before I hear “Come on in! The door is open.” from inside the house. Hesitantly, I open their front door and let myself in and say, “Hello?”
“Hello Mike, we’re in the kitchen,” I hear Margaret say.
I follow the sound of her voice and find the kitchen. I walk in to find Margret and her husband, Tom, completely naked sitting at their kitchen table. On the one hand, I’m shocked, but on the other, I wonder why I’m so surprised. I mean, she did just tell me she was a nudist while watching me shower.
Noticing my shock, Tom gets up and comes over to shake my hand, “Hi there Mike. Come on in, can I get you a drink?”
I shake his hand and can’t help but look at his junk. I sharply look back up at him and say, “Ah, no, thank you. I’m good.”
Laughing, Tom says, “Alright then, welcome to our home. I understand that Margret has already informed you about our lifestyle.”
I look at Margret who is just sitting at the table with a smile on her face. “She did.”
“Good,” Tom says, patting me on the back.
“I don’t, um, need to get naked too, do I?”
Tom laughs even louder at this and says, “No, no son, you don’t. But we wouldn’t mind if you did.”
Getting up from the table, Margret says, “Come dear, let me show you the bathroom I was telling you about.”
I leave Sam to play with Peanut, the Ferny’s dog, and follow Margret out of the kitchen. Tom follows behind me. We reach the downstairs bathroom, which is a little bigger than the one I have in my mud room but is still small. I see that they have towels on the floor and the room has a musty smell.
“Is it your toilet?”
“Yes,” Tom says behind me.
“For some reason, water keeps leaking from the base,” Margret informs me.
I support myself with one hand on the toilet lid as I crouch down to take a closer look. As I do so, the seat gives and I fall on the floor.
“Oh, dear,” Margret says, “are you OK?”
“Yeah, I’m alright.” I say, getting up from the floor, “Sorry about your toilet seat. I think I broke it.”
“No problem,” Tom says, “Sorry about your clothes.”
“My clothes?” I ask as I look down and see that I am fairly drenched after falling onto the wet towels they had on the floor, “Oh, yeah, no problem,” I say. I start taking my shirt off without thinking, then hesitate as I remember that I’m in someone’s house. I look up at the Fernys who are standing there nude. I shrug to myself as I take off my shirt and ring it out into the sink.
“Here, you go,” I hear Margret say behind me. I turn to see her offering me a towel. “I can pop your wet clothes in the dryer if you’d like.”
“Thanks," I say, handing her my shirt. I then look down and see that my sweatpants are even wetter than my shirt. I sigh and then remove them, too. I ring them out in the sink and hand them to Margret, who whisks my clothes away to ostensibly put them in the dryer, leaving me in the bathroom naked with Tom.
“I can get you a pair of my shorts if it would make you feel more comfortable,” he kindly offers me.
“I think we’ve already pretty well crossed that line today,” I say to him wryly. I turn to attempt another look at their toilet. This time, I am successful and can see what the issue is. “Well, I see your problem. I’m surprised no one has managed to see it before, but it shouldn’t be too hard to fix. I could come by Monday or Tuesday and have that fixed up for you.”
“Wonderful!” Tom exclaims, “Now, I suggest you hop in the shower and rinse the toilet water off of you. I’ll go get you a clean towel.”
Tom has a good point, and it’s not like I can just go home until my clothes are dry, so I open the shower and begin to rinse off. After a minute or two, I see the silhouette of someone approaching through the shower’s privacy glass and assume it's Tom. I turn off the shower, open the door, walk out, and grab the towel. I put it to my face and then quickly move it over my junk as soon as it registers with me that it wasn’t Tom nor Margret who handed me the towel.
“My grandpa said you needed a towel,” the young woman standing in front of me says as she smirks at my reaction, “You’re not a nudist, are you?”
“Who, me? No, no I am not.” I quickly reply.
“Well, you are now,” she says, then winks at me and leaves the bathroom.
Holy fuck, the Fernys are going to be the death of me. I peer out the open bathroom door to see if there is anyone else around, then continue to dry off. I place the towel down on the counter and leave the bathroom with my shoes in hand. I make it back upstairs and go into the kitchen to find Tom at the table drinking something and reading the paper.
“Did you meet Lacey?” Tom asks without looking up from his paper.
I put my shoes down and then stand there awkwardly as I say, “Um, yeah, is that your granddaughter who brought me the towel?”
“Indeed she is,” he says, then puts down the paper and turns to look at me, “sit down, make yourself comfortable. It’ll be a while longer before your clothes are dry.”
I move to sit down when Lacey enters the room. We look at each other and she smiles as I take my seat.
“Thank you for helping my grandparents, Mike. That was very kind of you,” Lacey says. I imagine Lacey is what Margret looked like when she was younger; brunette, larger breasts, tight frame, and god that's a beautiful shaved pussy. Damn it, I'm getting hard, shit. Good thing I'm sitting down. I watch as Lacey, still smiling at me, walks over and sits right down next to me. Fuck.
"Uh, yeah, no problem. Glad I could help," I say, feeling uncomfortable with Lacey right next to me while I'm growing an uncontrollable boner.
"Well, we just feel so fortunate to have such a good neighbor," Tom says with a smile.
I now have the Eiffel Tower in my lap, so I jump a little when I feel Lacey's hand on my thigh. I look at her sharply as she says, "So, tell us a little about yourself."
"Well," I say, trying to keep my cool, "I grew up here in Horn Springs. My family is all here. I work as a plumber, which I guess you already know, but other than that, there's not much to tell really."
"Lacey just graduated from high school. She will be living with us while she goes to college here," Tom informs me.
I look at Lacey and say, "Well, that should be nice living with your grandparents."
"I'm very excited," Lacey says as she moves her hand to my wood, wraps her fingers around it, and squeezes it before adding, "to be moving here."
"Tom, could you come help me please," we hear Margret say from somewhere in the house.
"Coming," Tom calls back, then turns to us and says, "Excuse me."
Tom gets up from the table and leaves the kitchen.
I turn to look at Lacey. She has a naughty grin on her face, and before I can say anything, she begins to move her hand up and down my shaft.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask in a hushed voice.
“Getting acquainted with my new neighbor.”
I’d stop her, but fuck that feels good. “Aren’t you afraid of getting caught?”
That was the wrong thing to say if I wanted her to stop, but it was precisely the right thing to say if I wanted her to get under the table and start sucking my dick because that is exactly what she does. I put my hands on her head and feel it move, bobbing on my cock. I let out an unexpected moan which makes her giggle. I need to get out of here, but fuck that feels good. I lean my head back and close my eyes as I’m taken to a whole new place.
“Have you seen Lacey?” I hear which snaps me out of my bliss. I open my eyes to find Margret has entered the kitchen and is walking toward the table.
“I’m sure she’s around.”
“You look tired, dear. Let me get your clothes for you so you can go home,” Margret says as she leaves the kitchen.
Lacey pulls me out of her mouth and starts laughing as she pumps my slobbery cock and says, “That was a close one.”
I stand up and pull Lacey out from under the table as I say, “We can't do this here,” I look down at my messy cock and say, “What am I supposed to do? Your grandma will be back any minute.”
“But I want to keep playing.”
“Well, it’s not happening here. Besides, I need to go walk my dog and go home,” I say while trying to take care of the evidence of Lacey’s game, with little success.
“Can I come over later?" Lacey asks with pouty eyes while she bites her lip.
“Fuck, yeah, sure, I don’t care. As long as your grandparents don’t find out.”
“Here you are,” I hear Margret say as she enters the kitchen, “nice and warm.”
Lacey spins around in front of me to face her grandmother. She slowly backs up until her ass is pressing into my hard cock, allowing it to fit nicely between her cheeks. She takes my clothes from Margret and says “Thanks gran, I’ll help him get on his way.”
Without batting an eye, Margret says, “Thank you, dear. And thank you, Mike, for coming over on such short notice. Please feel free to come over whenever you’d like. Our home is yours.” She then continues on her way out of the kitchen.
“Thank you, Mrs. Fer… I mean, Margret. See you next week.” I say as she leaves the room.
Lacey turns around and hands me my clothes, which I promptly put on. She stands there and watches as my cock is tucked back into my sweatpants. My erection silhouette through my pants. She then asks, “So, when should I come over?”
“You’re really serious, aren’t you?”
She walks up to me, gives me a big, wet kiss, and then says as she pulls away, “I’m dead serious.”
“Well, it usually takes me about an hour to walk my dog, so, come over after 9 pm. Does that work?”
Lacey gets a big grin on her face and says as she scampers away, “I’ll be there.”
I call out in a hushed voice to not be too loud, “And come to the back door.”
She turns around, blows me a kiss, and then vanishes around a corner.
I finish dressing and call Sam over to go. We leave the Ferny’s house and make our way down the sidewalk on our walk.