“I don’t have any of my stuff.”
“I have a brand-new toothbrush for you, and plenty of shaving supples that we need to find a new use for,” she said with a wry smile. “And who needs clothes? We’ll spend the weekend naked. That will be good for your healing.” Jake felt uncertain about Diana’s proposal, especially the “I want to take care of you,” part. That seemed out of character for her despite how earnest she sounded. His doubts must have shown on his face. “Please stay,” Diana said. “Besides, there’s something I want to do together on Sunday.” She said that with a devious smile. He nodded.
Jake awoke Saturday morning alone in Diana’s bed. He was disoriented for a moment and then remembered everything that happened the day before. “Good morning,” Diana said appearing before him with a cup of steaming coffee. “How are you feeling today?”
Jake stretched and then reached for the bare swaying breasts she was hanging in front of him. “A little sore, but otherwise very good.” He let go of the nipple he’d clutched and wrapped his fingers around the warm coffee mug. Under the sheets his denuded cock stirred and got hard as the soft overlying linens rubbed against him. He desperately wanted to bury it into her pussy but reminded himself of Vanessa’s warning to “be gentle,” and sighed.
Diana saw Jake’s discord. “Don’t worry. I’ll find a way to satisfy us later. But for now, drink your coffee and join me in the kitchen. We’re going to cook breakfast together. Then we’ve got a day ahead of us.” Jake raised his eyebrows wondering exactly what Diana had planned.
In the kitchen Diana and Jake prepared their meal, working together as if they’d been doing it for years. Being nude felt awkward at first to Jake, but he quickly came to like it. They both openly ogled each other and often punctuated their stares with touches, rubs, and an occasional playful grab. It was sensual, fun, and intimate. The breakfast they made was big and delicious.
“You never answered my question yesterday,” Diana said munching on the last strip of bacon.
“Which one?”
“How you felt being naked in front of two fully clothed women.”
Jake took a last swallow of his coffee before answering. “I felt like you kind of dared me into it along with everything else,” he began.
“I did,” Diana acknowledged.
“I didn’t really mind that.” He looked at her over the rim of his coffee cup. “At first, standing naked with both of you staring at me was uncomfortable. My only thoughts were that you were going to laugh or tease me, or tell me not to. Neither one of you did any that, of course. Instead, I felt like you were encouraging me.”
“We were.”
“I liked that.”
Diana reached across the table and squeezed his hand. “I’m glad.” She released his hand and sat back in her chair. “True confession time. The week before you went to the salon, I fantasized about seeing you naked and hard in front of Vanessa while she did her thing with the laser. I got myself off multiple times dreaming about it. It’s exciting imaging you aroused and on display. I think you look beautiful like that, and Vanessa sure did. I hope that we get a chance to do more of that.”
“What do you mean ‘more’?”
“You being on display, like what we’re doing now, or…”
“Or what?”
“I don’t know. I just love seeing your arousal. And I want to do that any way we can.”
Jake looked hard at Diana trying his best to figure out if she was pushing him like she’d done before or if she was being sincere. “What we’re doing this morning feels good. Being naked with you, gazing at each other. It makes me happy and feels like the most natural thing in the world.”
“I think that it is natural, and it makes me feel good too. I want you to stare at me, all of me. Feast your eyes on my ass, my tits, my pussy, and anything else that you want to. I like it when you look at me. I also adore looking at you, the way your ass cheeks flex and jiggle, how you cock swings, and those hands of yours….” Diana sighed. “Every time I look at your hands, I can feel them on me.” She shuddered.