Sue's very distant cousin invited herself for a 'brief' visit that extended from a weekend to a week ... then a month ... then open ended. At first I objected to her rude intrusion. It helped assuage me that her petite body was outrageously hot and her very pretty face was so easy on the eyes. Fully dressed, even when conservatively, her bright blue eyes and gleaming smile could seduce anyone into yielding to her wishes then thanking her for letting you do what she wanted. Her youthful innocence was so endearing and belied her recent, doddering, old age threshold of eighteen. So far, she had evaded telling us when her birthday was.
When Sue told me why she had to run away from home, I regretted my resistance and warmly welcomed her to live with us as long as she needed. I did, however, impose some household rules. She was not to substantially add to our financial burden and not disrupt or interfere with my preferred routines. When she asked me to explain that, I had the chance to learn of her intimate experience levels.
I told her that I usually endured my in-home chores in the nude all day long. Reducing laundry is good for the environment and we all have to do our part. I threw in that aside since I knew she was strongly pro environment, though any thinking person HAS to be. When the California winter nights dropped below a chilly sixty, I put on ONLY a T-shirt or other top covering. If any of that was a problem, we'd have to rethink her visit or limit her access to our common areas. After an open-mouth moment of crimson blush and looking quizzically at her cousin, she agreed to my rules. When she asked if Sue passed the day nude too, Sue answered that she often did though it wasn't daily and she had no problem with her husband being naked around her. Amanda hesitated before asking if SHE too would be required to be naked with us. We quickly said she wasn't expected to be nude with us, but she could join us when she felt at ease with it. We decided it was too soon to tell her about our frequent naked weekends with guests.
Amanda had her own room next to our bedroom, with a shared wall. We always left our bedroom door open, giving Amanda the chance to eavesdrop when she made any extra trips to the hall bathroom. We slept nude and uncovered, but left the lights off for Amanda's sake. During sex, Sue could get loud and we treated that as our normal routine and didn't curb our enthusiasm. After a week of hearing us thru the open door and shear walls, we were surprised and delighted to hear a resounding buzzzzz coming from Amanda's room.
In a kind concession, though not asked, we decided to give her a month to adjust before openly flaunting our nudity at her; so Sue wore at least a light robe and I wore tighty whities or more stylish undies. Sue only loosely tied her robe so it constantly threatened to reveal her sexy parts as she moved. She always seemed to conveniently have both hands full when her sash loosened. With each day, she took longer strides so her legs were more and more exposed, but her bush managed to stay hidden. Her tiny tits bounced obviously against her robe with her exaggerated steps, but didn't fall out. I'm sure she was disappointed.
Amanda's nocturnal outfits started with her wearing a heavy, two-piece flannel PJ with all fasteners buttoned. That seriously stressed the 2nd and 3rd buttons around her oversized boobs and left huge gaps between buttons. When Sue wore tight tops like that, her small tits, all the way to her thick nipples, were completely exposed in the gaps. Amanda's nipples were crushed trying to escape her deep cleavage and lamentably hidden from view. When she saw me trying for a peek, two things happened. Her nipples stiffened, revealing their size and location thru the thick top; and my underwear seemed to shrink! I caught her peeking at my swelling and taking longer and longer to look away. There's real hope yet. Unasked, Amanda opened two buttons on her 3rd night with us. The next night she risked another one, leaving all her cleavage and most of her bountiful boobs exposed. She kept her eyes downcast in embarrassment though we didn't comment. I noticed that she began leaving her bedroom door open too, though she still wore her PJs to bed.
I must take a moment to describe our shared commodes. There's the hall bath which had no shower, just a tub. The master bath had no tub, but a shower stall. Amanda liked to get started early and shower daily so she used the master bath. Since she liked lonnnng showers, she caused delays for Sue and me to get ready for work. Teasing her about conserving water didn't help. The solution was for Sue to use the hall bath while Amanda used the shower, leaving me waiting for them to finish. The amended solution was that I would give Amanda under a minute to get into the shower before I would walk in to shave and get ready. The minute went to thirty seconds as I tried to accidentally catch her nude before her shower. I often caught her pulling her leg into the stall and closing the door. I was quite impressed with the brief glimpse of the smooth, round, naked ass she'd kept under wraps. Breathlessly, I often freed my dick while she showered in the vague hope she'd slide the door open and take a peek.
We spoke thru the shower door until, feigning not hearing her, I stepped onto the toilet and looked over the shower door. I was very disappointed by how little I actually saw. The tease, seeing her naked and yet NOT seeing anything made my dick rigid. I pressed it against the frosted glass door and imagined her turning her head and sucking me into her young mouth. She never looked up at me though she often turned completely around while keeping an arm across her plentiful chest. I suggested we could save water and the heater if we shared the shower. She ignored me.
After an evening shower one day, and getting playful, she asked for help with two painful little cysts on her right breast. I suggested using DMSO on them to help prevent them from opening, so she asked me to apply it. She asked if it were a 'natural' product. I lied. Then told her it was a spinoff of a natural process, which had some truth in it. She said one zit was above her nipple, and the other was even with it at three o'clock. With Sue watching, she pressed her hand over her nipple, opened the button below her tits and shrugged the PJ off her shoulder, exposing all of the top of one breast to us. Using a bare, clean finger, I applied some DMSO to the upper zit with more pressure than needed. I didn't want her to get aroused by this, yet. Her smile broadened as I lingered, rubbing her soft tit in bigger circles than needed. When I asked her to show me the other one, she hesitated, then peeled the PJ around her huge aureola, keeping most of it covered. I didn't comment on her prolonged nip slip. Again, I pressed harder than necessary around the blessed zit and went for more DMSO while asking her to stay exposed as she was. Pressing her plump tit sideways, then up, caused an obvious stirring in my briefs.
After her morning shower, faking concern about using DMSO, she asked me to apply it again. And again. Twice a day for a few days. I asked if she wanted me to check the rest of her breasts for more zits, especially in the crease under her heavy tits. Indecisive for a moment, she chose not to allow me the pleasure. She did manage to almost casually comment that she was disease free, at least STD free. Hmmmmm.
I noticed and appreciated that Amanda's day wear was getting more daring each day. She'd even begun sun bathing in our verdant back yard in a small bikini. Our neighbors loved the hot scenery. That Saturday Amanda tried on Sue's smaller yellow bikini. The bottom fit easily since both sides tied up, leaving more thigh/ass flesh exposed than it did on Sue. The top was too big for Sue and MUCH too small for Amanda despite the tie top. Amanda's very big aureolas were barely covered by the nomadic, tiny yellow triangles and she had to keep adjusting them to keep both covered. Unfortunately, she did a good job with them. She asked if we did anything special for Earth Day. I told her truthfully that we just were even more discerning than usual about the 3-Rs, avoided all clothing even outside (practicing for Nude Day) and tried hard to use only natural products all day. I told her we'd tried paper clothing one year, but then learned they were treated with inorganic fire retardant. Since then, if we went out on Earth Day, we wore our hemp clothes regardless of how strange they looked. I invited her to join us this year and wear the hemp until we get to our secluded picnic site where we would be naked outside all day in a heavily wooded park. She looked at me pitifully, as if I'd totally lost my mind.
Three neighbor homes bordered my yard with minimal fencing and bushes separating us. It wasn't quite a park, but we were surrounded in cool greenery. Yet, anyone nearby may see her as she flips from belly to back on a lounger. I stepped onto our grapevine-covered redwood deck to watch her a while. Teasing or accident? She kept wrestling with the tiny top, sliding it side to side and letting one nip then the other slip. Her eyes seemed closed, but her little smirk told me she enjoyed stealthily watching me watch her. My loose shorts did nothing to contain my throbbing dick. Just as I pointed it safely down my leg, her furious tugging caused one cup to pop to the side and a giant, gorgeous tit completely escaped temptingly as I watched. The pea sized, rosy nipple was a surprise contrast to her huge aureola. When she pushed it back under the meager triangle and stretched the teeny top back down, the neck string tie snapped open and the same massive mammary was again fully exposed.
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