Close Shave


Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Swinging, Oral Sex, .

Desc: Sex Story: A transfer from Minnesota to Arizona and some new lessons.

Fred Blake was one of the first people I met in the office when I was transferred from Minnesota to Arizona. He had a weathered look, like he was probably in his early fifties. The Phoenix sun had probably done that. Still, he was trim and seemed in good shape. His hair was dark -- almost black -- and graying nicely at the temples. I hope I still have that much hair when I reach his age. We had the same job title but he had been with the firm nearly ten years while I only had two under my belt.

While I looked for a place to live I was staying in a motel that the company paid for. I figured out why they picked that one when I learned that, while the rooms were nice enough, there was no pool. That made it a rarity for Arizona facilities. It also made it inexpensive. The company isn't cheap but it's frugal. A couple of weeks after I started there, a few of us were having a beer after work. When I mentioned the motel's shortcomings, Fred invited me over to his place that weekend. "You can meet my wife and kid. We'll grill some steaks and drink some beers out by the pool." he said. "We can even take a dip. I didn't know that place they put you up in didn't have a pool." I was grateful for the invitation and accepted.

I was a little nervous as I pulled to the curb in front of the house. The neighborhood was upscale and I wondered how Fred could afford it. I knew he made a little higher salary than I did since he had been with the company longer than I had, but I didn't think he made that much more. I couldn't have afforded this place. I was glad I had spent the extra bucks for the imported beer.

A woman answered the door. Her head barely came to my shoulder, but she was a knockout. She had short brown hair and was wearing a white terry cloth towel that started just under her armpits and stopped a long way short of her knees. At least at first I thought it was just a towel, but then I saw it was more tailored than that. With the pocket near one hip, it had to be one of those pool wraps. She had slim smooth legs and the white cloth really set off her tan. But her most "outstanding" features were her tits.

I figured her to be somewhere between mid-thirties and early forties. She smiled broadly and said, "You must be Allan! I'm Shirley." There were deep dimples on either side of her generous mouth. She held her hand out. When I took it to shake she surprised me by pulling me inside. The surprise didn't end there, either. She reached a hand up, pulled my head down to her level and gave me a hug and a kiss on the lips, as if we'd been friends for years. I didn't mind but it seemed excessive under the circumstances. I also didn't mind feeling those large breasts against my chest. It had been a while since I had felt that.

I stammered the usual stuff and she laughed, taking custody of the beer. Her laugh was echoed by Fred's as he came into the room. Fred wore a pair of trunks in a red and black tropical print without a shirt. I saw that his tan was as deep as his wife's. "Shirley, leave the poor guy alone. Get to know him before you start making moves on him!" The uneasiness passed soon enough as Shirley took the beer and left the room. Fred started showing me around.

The house was as nice as the exterior promised. The living room was on the left, two steps down from the Saltillo tiled entry. The floor in there was thickly carpeted and a natural stone fireplace dominated the room. The rock work rose from the floor to the ceiling high overhead. Huge fans spun lazily up there, keeping the air stirred up.

Across the living room, steps led up to a hallway next to the fireplace. Fred said there were four bedrooms and a bathroom down there. "We put a sunken Jacuzzi tub in the master bath," he said. To the other side of the entry there was a big family room with a full size pool table, giant TV and a bar.

Shirley was behind the bar stowing the beer I'd brought in a small refrigerator. Through the sliding glass doors I could see a part of the large back yard and a corner of the pool. "This is a great house, Fred," I said. He grinned.

"Yeah, tell me about it. Thanks to Shirley's dead grandfather, she can afford to keep me in the lifestyle I love!" He ducked an ice cube launched by Shirley. But I had the answer to my question. He explained that Shirley's family was a pioneer Arizona family. Her great grandfather had been a prospector and had found a streak of gold somewhere out in the desert. His son, Shirley's grandfather, had turned the original fortune into megabucks. He sold the company he founded just before the crash of '29 and began investing again. He made his kids and grandkids filthy rich when he died.

We walked through the family room and into the kitchen. It almost looked like a restaurant kitchen with all the stainless steel and the six burner gas range. We returned to the family room where Fred handed me an ice cold beer. As I was popping it open, a little boy (I assumed it was their son, Joey) ran into the room from the yard, chased by a little girl who was blonde, a head taller than he was, and looked to be about ten years old. They were both stark naked! Neither Fred nor Shirley seemed surprised at their lack of clothes so I tried to be nonchalant, too. It was no good because they'd been watching for my reaction. They both laughed at my obvious surprise.

"We're pretty casual about clothes around here, Allan," Fred said. "That was Joey and his cousin, Marie. She's staying with us for the weekend. I wasn't sure how you felt about nudity so Shirl' and I got dressed up for you." He held his arms away from his sides as if demonstrating.

I had been surprised, but not shocked. The truth was that I'd been a closet nudist for most of my life. My family, however, was a typical Midwestern conservative one. The only time I was able to feel the freedom was when I was alone at home or out in nature somewhere by myself.

When I got married, my wife was okay with me going naked around the house. She even joined in sometimes and we even took a few showers together. When I suggested going to a nudist or clothing optional resort, however, she drew the line. "I don't want some naked perverts staring at my naked ass, and I certainly don't want to see theirs!" was how she put it. End of conversation.

As it turned out, that was only one of the areas where we differed. After a couple of years the list got too long and we got divorced. None of the women I'd gone out with since had lasted long enough for me to feel comfortable discussing the subject. I hadn't "taken the plunge" and tried social nudity after the divorce because... well, I guess I was still a bit skittish about doing it alone.

So when Fred gave me the obvious opening I was intrigued. I figured there would never be a more appropriate time to put myself to the test. I responded. "I'm fine with social nudity. I've never actually participated but I've always sort of wanted to," I said. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I said the words but it felt good to say it out loud.

"Well, then let's all get naked," Shirley said happily. She had come out from behind the bar and she matched her actions to her words by pulling a Velcro tab under her left arm. There was the expected ripping sound and the wrap fell away. She tossed it on the couch and took a bow, giving a little "Ta-Dah!" I'd known her for all of three minutes and she was standing there totally naked, dressed in just her mahogany tan. When I say "totally", I mean it. Other than on her head, there was no hair to be seen anywhere. As I said, she was short but her proportions were great. Her breasts stood out with very little sag. The nipples were a dark plum color and they, too, stood proudly erect. Her belly had a little bulge but it looked right for her. I guess I stared.

"Close your mouth, boy," Fred said with a grin. "You're liable to swallow a fly!" I realized my mouth was literally hanging open. I clapped it shut and grinned sheepishly at my host. Fred added, "She is something, though, isn't she?" As he spoke he was casually stepping out of his trunks. They soon joined Shirley's wrap on the couch. His groin -- and, I realized, almost his entire body -- was as hairless as Shirley's. Neither of them had a hair other than their heads and arms. Fred's penis seemed to stand out more from the lack of hair.

Shirley hooked my arm with hers and led me down the hall. Her breast was warm against my elbow, causing my prick to begin to salute. I tried to remember my multiplication tables to distract my mind. She pointed out the guest bathroom as we passed it and continued to the spare bedroom. "You can leave your clothes in here, Allan. We'll be out by the pool when you're ready. I remember my first time. It is easier than you think it's going to be right now, believe me. Oh, hang on a sec." She whirled and left the room, leaving the door open. In a few seconds she was back. She tossed me a towel. "That's for you to sit on while you're naked. Nudist etiquette rule number one. Besides, if you sit down outside it'll keep you from frying your ass." She smiled (those dimples again!) and added, "It also comes in handy for you guys if you get a hard on, though I don't mind seeing them." She winked, and walked out.

I nervously shed my clothes. Once I was naked I realized I had to pee. I opened the door and peeked out. There was no one around. Holding my towel in front of my half hard cock I tiptoed back to the bathroom and stopped in the open doorway. The naked little girl was sitting on the toilet, kicking her feet and singing to herself softly as she peed. I tried to back out before she looked up but I was too slow. "Hi," she said. "You're my Uncle Fred's friend from work." She was a typical kid, just a naked one.

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