1. The Naked Study Buddy Part 2


    Date: 6/10/2024, Categories: Exhibitionism Author: SoloNudist 

    ... I went to make sure Emalee hadn’t gotten lost in her own trunk.

“Did you fall in?” I said jokingly.

“No, did you get lost?” she snapped back.

“Uh, I’m not the one who can’t seem to find their way out of their own trunk.”

“Just hush up and help me,” she commanded while miserably digging through her disarray of clothes, dishes, books, towels, and some groceries.

There wasn’t much space for the two of us so my naked hips and shoulders would rub up against her pleasantly soft pants and light sweater. It sent a pleasant warm tingle through me as my exposed skin would rub up against her as we turned her trunk inside out. After moving most of the stuff to her back seat we finally got to her bag, a temporary solution until she needed something from the back seats.

“Watch your fingers and otherparts,” she said half serious half joking

She looked down at my soft 4” cock, now retreated under the cover of my foreskin, while shutting the trunk with a look of slight disappointment.

“Oh looks you’re not as excited to be here as you were earlier,” she said holding her look longer than earlier.

“Hey, it comes and goes,” I said, walking away with the pleasure of knowing that she was taking in the scene of my bubble butt jiggling as I got a second head start to her door.

“Wipe your feet on the mat but if it’s too rough on you I can bring you a wet rag,” she offered kindly almost as if having a naked guest was normal.

The undecorated mat was unpleasantly rough ...
    ... and spiky on my bare feet so she kindly brought me a small rag. I leaned back, the railing was just the right height that it was pushing up and emphasizing my bare cheeks. I raised my feet up one at a time to lightly dust them off. I left the rag hanging on the deck, in case I needed it later, before making my way through the door where I was welcomed by the scent of cashmere and the plush, thick, ivory-colored carpet. The living room was simply decorated with portraits of fields, a large leather couch and three leather recliners, a huge 70” TV, and scattered family photos neatly displayed on stands and walls.

“Make yourself at home,” she said as she disappeared into the kitchen.

“Thanks!” I said as I stood there stroking my feet over the incredibly soft carpet

The sensations were making my soft cock start to swell. As it grew the the foreskin peeled back revealing its swollen deep red head. It stood at full mast when she walked back in with some sodas and snacks on a tray as she stated with a fake British accent.

“Some beverages and snacks,” she said cheerily.

“Oh look who perked up as soon as I mentioned snacks, or was it something else?” she tried to say in a sultry voice as her bright red face betrayed her confidence and composure.

“Could've been the British maid that was just here,” I said teasingly with a wink.

My stiff cock swung chaotically as I made my way to help her out with the tray. I reached out grabbing it by the sides, but she stubbornly ...
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