Tales of Horn Springs - A Quiet Weekend - Part 2 of 5 - Sex Stories

Tales of Horn Springs - A Quiet Weekend - Part 2 of 5

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 ...