Tales of Horn Springs - A Quiet Weekend - Part 1 of 5 - Sex Stories

Tales of Horn Springs - A Quiet Weekend - Part 1 of 5

... greets me with a kiss. I pull off my jeans with my socks then take off my shirt. I then turn to the washing machine and put my work clothes in while standing there in nothing but my boxer briefs. I lean forward to turn the machine on and feel my bulge press against the cold metal of the machine. I press in a little harder, enjoying the feeling against my average-sized cock which makes me swell. I then pull off my underwear and throw it in too. I close the lid and move to head to the shower when I hear a knock at the door.

Without thinking, I turn to open the door, my junk completely exposed to the window in the door, and grab the doorknob. I realize my mistake as I look up and lock eyes with the person on the other side. Her eyes dart down at my relaxed and slightly swollen cock before looking back up at me and smiling. I look down to see that I’m exposed. I quickly grab my hat and cover myself before opening the door.

“Hi Mrs. Ferny,“ I say sheepishly, and I peek out from behind the door, which isn’t really hiding me at all as she can still see my ass from her vantage point, “how can I help you?”

Margret Ferny is an older woman, maybe in her mid-60s, who lives next door. She just chuckles at me and says, “Oh Mike, you don’t need to be so proper, please, call me Margret.”

I reposition a little, trying to remain covered and failing mostly. “Alright then, Margret, how can I help you?” I say politely.

Margret chuckles again before she says, “We really should get ...

... to know each other more.”

Unsure what she means by that, I inquire, “And why is that?”

“It might make you feel better to know that my husband and I are nudists. We have frequented nude resorts for years, so we are quite accustomed to nudity. Now, it might make you uncomfortable to be seen, and that’s quite alright, but please don't feel embarrassed on my account,” she explains.

I was not expecting that. After a pause, I say, “Oh, really? Well, that is an interesting thing to know. So, you guys are around naked people all the time, and it doesn’t bother you?”

“Perfectly normal and natural to be naked,” Margret reassures me.

“So, what you’re saying is that I don’t need to cover up for you?”

“Only if it makes you more comfortable dear,” she says with a warm smile.

Feeling a little bold and reassured, I lower my hat, open the door, and say “Would you like to come in?”

“Why thank you,” she says politely, then enters my mudroom, closing the door behind her.

I put my hat away as I say, “Excuse me, I’m a little dirty from work. I was just about to hop in the shower.”

“Don’t let me keep you,” she says flatly.

I hesitate, then walk over to the shower to turn it on. As I do so, I ask again, “So, Mrs. Fer… I mean, Margret, how can I help you today?”

“I wanted to ask two favors of you,” she says as she comes closer, the sound of the shower making it harder to hear.

As she gets closer, my mind registers the situation I’m in. I am about to get into the ...