Being Natural has its Advantages

Paul always enjoyed being nude.  He first discovered his enjoyment as a young adult living at his parents’ farm.  During the hot summer days he would lounge in the back yard, feeling the heat toast his body.  The garden hose was always ready to provide its cool, wet relief.  A pair of cutoffs was cover in case unexpected visitors drove up the driveway.  His parents, of course, were away at work.

Now in middle age, the freedom of nudity continued to provide pleasure.  Going nude in his apartment cut way down on laundry, which he hated.  Washing clothes was necessary; however he considered it a waste of time, as he had to get dressed.

Paul took every opportunity to experience his sexuality and being nude was a major contributor to his satisfaction.  Living in a fashion most would consider taboo put his hormones on red alert, ready for the launch sequence, ending in a shuddering orgasm.  No one ever saw him nude.

Except for the morning he woke up and lay on the sofa, watching TV.  He dosed off only to awake and find a man staring at his nude body through the sheer curtains of the living room windows.  He did find exhibitionism thrilling.

His white terrycloth robe was always close by in case the door bell rang.  Today it was next to his desk as Paul surfed the Internet for business and pleasure, mostly pleasure.  He had found a picture of a long-legged brunette, topless, holding her short, black pleated skirt around her waist.  The image was too much for Paul and he began stroking his cock to hardness.  The door bell sounded in the hallway.  “Shit,” he said to his Internet girlfriend.  Stroking his cock one last time, he quickly slid into the robe and answered the door.

The UPS driver handed Paul the envelope sized package and gave him the portable signature machine to verify acceptance.  He noticed the driver staring at him with an odd facial expression.  Paul wondered what could cause such an expression and followed the driver’s stare down his body.  In his haste to return to the slut on the computer screen, Paul had failed to tie his robe closed.  His rock hard manhood stood at attention, pointing at the driver.

Paul felt excited and handing the signature machine back to the driver, said, “If you want some of this, it won’t take long.”  He turned and went back inside.  The driver followed him into the apartment and closed the door.  Paul motioned the driver to sit in the chair Paul had just vacated.  The girl was still clutching the skirt at her waist.  The driver smiled, a hand rubbing the crotch of the freshly pressed brown shorts.

The robe dropped to the floor.  Paul moved toward the driver and guided the waiting mouth toward his cock.  Lips gently kissed its head, followed by soft swirls of the tongue around the head, continuing down the shaft, bathing it in warm wetness.  The balls were next for the tender grittiness of the tongue, eagerly lapping at first one and then the other.

The driver moved forward out of the chair and onto the floor.  Spreading Paul’s legs wide, hands parted his ass checks and the tongue flittered his asshole, sending shocks of ecstasy through his body.  The head and tongue retracted their journey up Paul’s cock to the head.  Sucking hard, the cock disappeared into the dark warmth of the mouth, an invisible paradise to Paul.  Slowly the mouth moved toward his stomach until the nose touched soft pubic hair.

Paul could last no longer with his cock at the back of the mouth.  He began pumping his hips, releasing a flood of sticky, warm liquid into the driver’s mouth and throat.  The driver slowly pulled away from his cock, sucking the last drops of cum into the mouth.  Standing up, adjusting the brown uniform, the driver glanced at the wall-mounted clock and said, “5 minutes?  You really are quick.  Hope your woman has a good vibrator, cause she’ll need it.”  The driver smiled at him, exiting the apartment.  Paul returned to the Internet and lazily surfed for something he could buy and have it shipped via UPS.