Innocent Naughty Fun For The Ladies.

For years I'd been meaning to get back to reading. I was young, in great shape and had a lot going for me. I could feel my mind wandering though, unfocused and out of sorts. Reading up on stress and stagnation in life I decided I was going to start exercising more than my body, I needed to exercise my mind. I started reading on a regular basis. At first, it wasn't easy. I would start a book, put it aside and eventually I had a dozen books I started and hadn't finished.

Summer rolled around and keeping up with my task to exercise my mind, to learn new things, proved more challenging than imagined. I was in for the night, around dark, after a day in the sun fishing and then doing some outdoor chores. From head to toe I was sunburned. I had actually been out in the sun so much that the tan lines were minimal and looked more like I'd been wearing a speedo all day. After a shower and a generous helping of aloe to cool my burning skin, I heard my phone ringing. I wrapped a towel around myself, went down to my living room and answered. After a brief ten minute call about an issue at work, I sat there in just my towel, thinking about what to do with the rest of my night.

It was barely ten after nine. I thought about turning off the television and pouring myself into one of the twelve books on my coffee table. Of the twelve, I think chapter four was the furthest I had gone in any of them. I picked one up and promised myself that I would read at least half of it before giving up for the night. It felt like an empty promise. I went to make some tea first. As I was making a glass of tea, starting to enjoy running around the house in just a towel, one of those thoughts about life popped into my head. Why am I still wearing a towel? I live alone, it's my house, why am I so worried about someone seeing me?

I poured a large glass of iced sweet tea and as I was heading back to the living room, I tossed the towel I was wearing as hard as I could, landing it in the laundry room on the otherside of the kitchen. Could I do it, I wondered. Could I stay nude until I finished reading or at least was tired enough to go to bed?

You can do it, I told myself. So, I promised myself that for the rest of the night, I would stay that way. It was still hot outside, eighty-five degrees as the sun went down. Sure, I had a window fan but I had yet to start running the air conditioning. I'll admit it, I stopped and kind of looked myself over as I put my tea down and turned off the television. For my age, I felt pretty good about myself. I had spent plelnty of time in the gym. My chest was well defined, my arms had a slight veiny look and I had a four-pack of abs that were starting to move into a six-pack. My legs were toned and strong. I was blessed with a large penis so, nude, I had nothing to be ashamed of or shy about.

I grabbed my book, laid back on the sofa and began reading, half on my side so I could reach my tea. I was enjoying the free feeling of lounging around sans clothing. Truthfully, I hadn't been that relaxed in months. This lasted for two hours.

My phone rings sometime after eleven o'clock that night. I look at the caller identification and it's a friend of mine. She's a fellow workaholic. Nice lady, not what I'd call great looking or anything, but past her obvious crush, a good friend.

"What are you doing?" Barb asks.

Reading a book was my reply. We talked about the book a bit and she continues.

"I've had a really tough day. I was hoping you'd be up for some company. I could really use some adult conversation and maybe a couple of drinks."

I hesitate, long enough that it's noticeable. Like I said, a good friend but not exactly someone I'm interested in.

"If you're not free..." she hesitates, her disappointment apparent.

I decide to tell her the truth. Like I realized earlier, it's my house, I have nothing to feel ashamed of. I'm not hurting anyone after all.

"Here's the thing..." I stuttered a bit. "I am not against it, but I have kinda been just chilling out, lounging around the house. I'm not really dressed for company."

"I dont' get it," she said.

"I'd be alright with you coming over, but I've been hanging out at home in the nude since about eleven and kind of bet myself I wouldn't put anything on until I finished half this book or was tired enough to go to bed."

"Oh my god!" she exclaims. "You're naked, in your living room."

"Yeah, so if you come over, you're going to see a side of me you never have," I joked.

Not one to be bluffed, when she said she'd bring a bottle and two glasses, I laughed and said, "Yeah, sure. I'll leave the side door open."

"Alright, I'll see ya in twenty," she giggled.

I laughed it off as the line went dead. I'd known her a lot of years and one thing she was never known for was being aggressive, bold and adventurous. Barb was like one of those perfect family sit com moms. No way was she really going to show up.

Twenty minutes passed and there was no knock at the door. I hadn't heard a car pull in and I was feelng safe. I'd give her some grief tomorrow, I thought to myself as I turned another page. Ten minutes later my phone went off and it was a text reading, I'm here, last chance to chicken out.

Again, I have never been one to be out bluffed. I picked up my phone and sent my reply.

Me: You know the way in, don't say I didn't warn ya.

Barb: I brought the good stuff, better be seeing all of you at forty a bottle.

Me: Where you at, home comfy on your couch or sitting in a bar trying to figure out if I'm really chilling in the buff around home?

Barb: Actually, butthead, I'm just about to your door.

Me: Sure you are.

That's when the door to the side of my house opened. I heard her yell.

"Let's see how fast he got up and got dressed."

Her foot steps coming up the steps going into the kitchen were unmistakably close. She was only two rooms away. Why was I not getting up and running up the stairs. I could hear her stop in the kitchen.

"You've got ice, I hope."

"Sure do," I said.

Two minutes goes by and I hear, "So, did you just happen to have a pair of shorts on?"

She was walking into the living room when I replied, "Nope."

"Oh shit! You really are naked," she told me.

"I told you I was," I said, my face turning red and my body reacting to the female staring at me.

I tried acting nonchalant about it all. Barb came in and put the drinks down on the coffee table in front of me. Before she sat down, she came over without being invited and proceeded to give me a hug, telling me she would normally so why not now. The smell of female perfume and the hands of a woman on me, especially her grazing hands as she felt the definition in my abs, betrayed me and I started to harden. She reached down and pulled my book off my lap, looking at me and smiling.

"Just curious," laughed, standing up, taking a deep breath and sitting on the love seat.

"My night just got a whole lot better," she laughed as she took the first sip of many.