So far, in my relations with Susan, only she has been the exhibitionist. This continued shortly after our return from our holiday down the coast. Since I was going back to work after a three week break the following Monday, I asked two of my male reports to drop by after work on Friday to brief me on issues that had arisen, or had continued, during my absence. When they arrived, before I opened the door to them, Susan rushed off to the bathroom and dipped her head under the shower. I then showed the two guys into the lounge room, and asked them to wait while I retrieved my briefcase from the front room.
I heard Susan call out, "Can you get me my dressing gown from the front room?"
While the guys could not see me, I watched Susan enter the lounge room naked, but for a towel around her head, her eyes covered as she dried her hair. She stood there waiting, as I gathered the gown and returned to the lounge room. The guys were totally mute, as I handed the gown to Susan, who lifted the towel to see the two guys. "Oops, sorry," she exclaimed, then turned and left the room. The episode was not mentioned, and it never got back to me at work.
She repeated the procedure the next day, when my three golf mates arrived to pick me up for a game. This time, a voice called out, "I don't think you know we're here," as she stood before them drying her hair. She lifted the towel from her eyes and replied that this was an embarrassing way to meet and she hoped she had not unsettled them. "No, not at all," was the response, and she then introduced herself, and accepted the gown from me, without ever attempting to hide behind the towel.
"Well, I'll leave you boys to it," she said as she left the room. The episode created much discussion in the car, and later at the club. I had to admit it had not been accidental, and that Susan revelled in little tricks like the one they had seen.
A few weeks later it was my turn to follow the same procedure. Susan was doing a diploma course by correspondence, which required a visit from a tutor every week or so to discuss her assignments, and overall progress. I entered the room, naked but for the towel drying my hair. I was met with a shriek, and the tutor was too upset to stay, despite my apologies for not knowing she was there. The fact that I had an erection was probably of no help.
Not deterred, I tried again a week later, but this time with one of Susan's friends who was in the same book club that focussed on female authors. Liz had come to discuss the agenda for their next meeting. Being a published author herself, she was the unofficial leader of the group, and Susan, being computer literate, took on the administrative duties. Liz was in her sixties, a big woman, but one who had been a stunner in her earlier days, when she had been well known in the free-love hippie scene. She came with a younger, somewhat frail woman, who lived with her in what may have been a lesbian relationship (they chose to keep everyone guessing on this point).
As I entered the room naked, but for the towel drying my hair, Liz came out with raucous laughter, while Susan advised, "God, you're a terrible actor!"
Liz took up the running. "You must be Susan's boyfriend. I'm Liz, and this is my friend Jo. I must say that, forget the acting, I like what I see," she announced, offering her hand. I stepped forward to shake it, but she surprised me by dropping her hand to shake my erection.
"And I'm especially pleased to meet you too," she laughed. "Now go and make us all some tea, before I make a fool of myself. But by all means, stay as you are. You obviously like being naked."
As instructed, I retreated to the kitchen, made the tea, and returned with a tray carrying three cups, and some biscuits. "You should join us," Susan instructed.
As we enjoyed the tea and biscuits, they completed their program for the next book club meeting, before Liz came up with her suggestion that maybe I would like to be a naked waiter at that meeting.
And that is how I arrived at my present situation. I am stark naked in the kitchen of Liz' home. There are nineteen ladies outside on a small shaded verandah, waiting expectantly and impatiently for my appearance, as they have been promised a naked waiter to follow the official program. This had been to encourage a full attendance. The ladies range in age from Susan's (thirty-eight), to Liz'. They do not know I am Susan's boyfriend, as she feels this would be embarrassing for her. I have been obsessed with planning for this moment since it was scheduled. I am completely hairless, save for my head. My anus is as clean as a whistle (I must be prepared for anything).
Liz takes me to the door, and I am introduced. "What did I tell you. Isn't he delicious?"
I am a little embarrassed by the cheering and applause. I am carrying a tray of tidbits that I offer to each lady in turn. I am very excited, since it is over eleven years since I have had this opportunity. And whereas then I had been relatively passive, I am encourage by the initial reactions, to be more assertive. I can brush that lady's hand with my cock, as I edge past her. She looks a little surprised, but not angry, and smiles. I can park my cock on that seated lady's neck, as I offer her the tray. She turns, and her cheek brushes my erection. She laughs, pushing it away. But it springs back, hitting her chin. Her head backs away. "You are a naughty boy," she opines. I notice four or five have witnessed proceedings, and are smiling broadly at me.
This is going well. It's all in good fun. So I aim at as many hands or faces as I see. I place my cock on the tray with the tidbits and make the offer smiling. A couple pretend to select the cock.
Having done the rounds, I return to the kitchen, clean away the pre-cum, and take up a tray carrying cold soft drinks. I find my way precariously to the small coffee table in the centre of the verandah. I am bending low, carefully placing drinks on the table, and exposing my bottom as provocatively as I can, and as close to eyes, as knees and shoulders allow.
I am now totally abandoned. The audience is not only appreciative, it is starting to participate. I look up to ask what drink this lady wants, she says any will do, I reach it out to her, she takes it, and a sharp slap comes from behind. "You are absolutely wicked" comments the slapper. I do not move. Another slap. Then another. "Is it red?" I ask.
"Have a look," she replies as she fetches a small mirror from her purse. As she hands it to me, the purse drops to the ground.
"I'll get it for you," as I lay across her knees to retrieve it from the floor beside her. It feels great. I position my cock between her knees, and now more hands are reminding me how naughty I am. A lady takes the mirror and shows me how red my bottom has become. I look around to see happy, interested faces - bar one -- Susan's.