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After college, I bummed around and didn’t have much going for me. I played a lot of squash, and that’s where I met Tom. He owned a local stock brokerage. We set up a weekly match, and as we got to know each other he took an interest in me.

He offered me a job with his firm, if I was willing to start at the bottom. So, I became a glorified office boy. He had completely refurbished and old elementary school into cool space, including shower rooms and a squash court. Each day after the market closed, Tom and I would play squash, then shower and have a light dinner in his office as he would talk to me about the market.

One night during our squash match I noticed Carol outside the court. She is Tom’s sister and runs a data management and computer consulting firm, supplying all the IT services to Tom’s firm. After our match she and Tom started into an intense discussion about the need for a new computer network for the firm. While they were talking, the three of us headed for the men’s locker. Carol didn’t even seem to notice and kept making her case to Tom. In the locker, he immediately started to strip off his clothes, and I thought Carol would leave then. She didn’t and Tom nodded to me to get undressed.

I felt a little uncomfortable, but figured what the hell. So I turned my back to them and stripped, and wrapped a towel around me.

The shower area is just a big tiled room with four shower heads against the far wall. Just after I adjusted the water, in walks Tom and takes the one next to me.

Tom is talking, but not to me. He is still going back and forth with Carol, whom I now realize, is standing right in the doorway looking at both of us. I was just getting my crotch all soaped up when Carol looks directly at me and says, “Well, what do you think?”

Now, I’m supposed to have a normal conversation with a beautiful woman, while my hands are on my dick. Needless to say I didn’t make much of a sensible reply. She shrugged and turned her attention back to Tom. Meanwhile, I finished and rinsed off.

I grabbed my towel and went back to the locker. Carol followed me and sat on the bench while I dried. After about a minute of me standing there getting dry and her going on a little rant about Tom, she seemed to snap out of it and looked directly at my dick. “Oh, I, uh, guess you probably want to get dressed. I should probably wait upstairs.” She got up and left.

I was a little apprehensive about coming into work the next day, and felt I might be embarrassed to see Carol. She wasn’t there. It seems she and Maggie, her right hand person, had gone off to Boston for a computer trade show and seminar.

It wasn’t until almost a week later that Carol spoke to me. She said that Tom indicated I could use some extra cash, and I did. She said that with summer just about here, she had a lot of work at her house and offered me a part time job I agreed and said I’d come this weekend.

Her house was in one of the nicer suburbs of Boston. It had a wall, a gate and a long curved driveway. I parked my old Civic next to the garage and rang at the front door. Carol answered and invited me in. She immediately addressed the house. “I know what you’re thinking, but this house was our parents. When they died in an accident, Tom was married and had his own place, so I took over this house. It’s huge, but they also left a nice trust fund that helps pay the costs.”

She led me out to the back. She was replanting the edges of the sidewalk that went from the house down to the pool area. She quickly showed me what she wanted done, and then left me to my work. For early June, it was extremely warm in Boston, and I was sweating. Carol came out and said I should clean the pool and then take a swim before lunch to cool off.

The pool area had a cabana on the far side. There was also an outdoor shower. I was a swimmer in college and knew a lot about pools, so I didn’t need instruction from Carol. I finished in 45 minutes. Carol came back down with a towel and said I should rinse off in the shower, take a dip and then she’d have lunch for me.

I told her I didn’t bring a suit, and she said that after last week there were no surprises. She turned and went back to the house. I figured if she didn’t mind, a cool swim would feel great. I stripped out of my t-shirt, jeans and boxers and took a quick rinse off in the shower. I dove in and started doing laps. I liked to do at least twenty-five three or four times a week to help keep in shape.

I stopped after twenty-five and rested on the pool’s edge. The first thing I noticed was that my clothes were gone. There was a towel and a pair of flip-flops, but nothing else. Carol called out from behind me to come and get lunch. I turned and saw that she set some food on one of the poolside tables. I asked about my clothes and she said they were so grungy from the planting that she was washing them. She pointed out the towel she left for me. So, I pulled my self out of the pool, and, keeping my back to her, dried my self off and wrapped the towel around me.

I walked over to where Carol had set the lunch. There were sandwiches and chips. Carol had on a Speedo one-piece blue bathing suit. I always thought that she had a good figure, but she dressed so conservatively that I wasn’t sure. She is tall, about 5’11” with long slender legs. She has shoulder length blond hair that is usually pulled back, but today hung loose in soft waves. Since the bathing suit tends to flatten out a figure, I couldn’t really judge her breasts, but they looked to be round and about a 34. Her stomach was as flat as a board. We sat down and then she said she had forgotten the beers, and would I mind going up to the kitchen to get them.

I stood up to go, and Carol looked me in the eye and asked if I really needed that towel around me. I didn’t know what to say, and she said, “Relax I’ve seen it all. .”

I undid the towel and dropped it on the chair. I walked up to the house, found the bucket of beers and brought it back. When I returned, I noticed that Carol had folded the towel and put it on the patio near her feet.

Carol and I talked about work, her passion for gardening and my life. When we were finished I offered to help clean up. We both carried dishes and leftovers back to the house. In the kitchen, I rinsed the dishes and she put them in the dishwasher still being nude.

Carol asked me if I would mind looking at a slow draining sink in her bathroom. We went upstairs and into her bedroom. The fact that I was naked with a clothed woman, in her bedroom, did start to get me a little excited. I know I began to swell. She said she had tried plunging, but had no luck. I asked if she had any tools and she directed me to the garage. I brought back a wrench and a bucket. When I went into her room Carol was standing with her back to me at her sink. I got a good look at her ass, which was perfect pear shaped. I immediately went to half mast.

I told her I could fix the clog, but had to get under the sink. She moved aside as I opened the vanity and began to move stuff out. I lay on my back and squirmed under the sink. I asked Carol for the wrench. She reached it into me while placing one hand on my bare thigh. I now went to having a good semi-erection. I loosened the drain plug on the trap and asked Carol for the bucket. Again she laid one hand on my thigh as she passed it to me. I became completely erect and totally embarrassed. I undid the plug and let the water drain. I poked around and found a wad of rubber bands and hair that seemed to be causing the clog. I put the plug back in and squirmed back out.

I stood up with my member in its full and upright position, and said “Sorry.”

Carol reached over and gave me a peck on the cheek and said there’s nothing to be sorry for.

I took the tools back to the garage, when I got back to the kitchen my clothes were on the table with an envelope. Inside was $80 for a half day’s pay and a note from Carol thanking me and asking if I could come back next week.

The following week at work Carol acted perfectly normal and professional around me when she was in the office. On Thursday, I found a note in my mail box asking if I could come out again on Saturday to do more gardening, and other jobs.

I arrived around 8 on Saturday, Carol greeted me at the door and we went out to the back. She had drawn out a scheme for a flower garden, and asked if I could start to put it in. She said the plants were in the back of her SUV, parked in front, and that all the tools were in the garage.

I started to head toward the garage, when she called to me. “It’s such a nice day, I don’t think you need all those clothes. Besides, it will save me from washing them again.”

I knew we had reached some sort of critical point. Depending on what I did, I would or would not be coming back. I really needed the cash, and $20 an hour made a big difference. Also, I remember how turned on I got last week and how I couldn’t wait to get back to my apartment and jack off.

I smiled and pulled off my shirt. I kicked off my sneakers, then undid my jeans and slid them down. I reached over and pulled off my socks. All this time Carol just looked at me with a slight smile. With a shrug I tugged my boxers down and my dick bobbed up and down as I stepped out of them. Carol reached into the pocket of the jacket she was wearing and tossed me a bottle of SPF 45 lotion. “I wouldn’t want some tender parts to get burned,” she said.

Still facing her I lubed up my chest, arms and legs. I then worked the lotion on to my dick and balls and stroked my self. I was amazed I didn’t pop an instant boner, but I could feel myself getting swollen. I turned and asked if Carol could do my back. She did my shoulders and places I couldn’t reach, but said I could take care of the rest. I rubbed the lotion on to my white ass and turned back around. Carol had already started to make her way back to the house.

I went to the garage and loaded a wheelbarrow and pushed it back to the garden area. I needed to put my socks and sneakers back on to work. I then took the wheelbarrow back to the garage. I now noticed that Carol’s SUV wasn’t in the garage it was in the driveway. I opened the overhead and realized I would have to go out in front to unload the flats of plants. Luckily there was a wall between the house and the street, but it was another turn-on to be there naked just a few feet from a steady stream of traffic.

I worked in the garden all morning. Carol joined me around 11 and we worked side by side. She was dressed in a t-shirt and cut-offs. We chatted and dug and planted, all the time with sweat running down my nude body. At 12:30 she said it was time for a swim and lunch. I followed her to the pool, she said I could take my shower first. I stood in front of her and washed the dirt and sweat off, giving a little extra time for my dick and balls. She then lifted the t-shirt over her head, she had on a top like beach volleyball players wear, and under her cutoffs, she had a matching bottom. She rinsed and we both dove in.

Carol was a strong swimmer and we both fell into matching each other doing laps. After 25 laps, we both ended up in the shallow end. Carol asked if I would get the towels that were by the shower. I stood up and walked in front of her to climb out. She climbed out and reached around to take the towel from me, and gently placed her other hand on my butt. It was almost an innocent touch, but it brought an immediate reaction from me as I got hard as a rock. She whispered thanks in my ear and then headed back to the table on the other side of the pool.

I dried off and joined her. She said there was a picnic basket in the kitchen with a cooler next to it, and directed me to bring them down. I went up and after entering the house went to find the bathroom, since I had to pee. It isn’t easy peeing with a hard-on, but I managed. I gathered the basket, and cooler and headed back down.

Carol was not at the table, but I heard the toilet flush in the cabana and figured she had to take care of needs as well. I was laying out the lunch when I heard the cabana door slide open and closed. I was back to half-mast, but figured I’d have a little fun. It only took about three quick strokes before I was fully erect again. I placed a napkin over my wrist, like a waiter in a restaurant and turned with a flourish to announce that “lunch is served”. I was almost knocked over to see not only Carol, but Maggie standing there.

Carol and Maggie actually giggled, then Maggie said, “What are we having? Something on a skewer I presume?”

I went into my best Adam pose and covered myself. The head of my dick was sticking out off my hands, and I felt like a complete idiot.

Maggie turned to Carol and asked, “Is he always this happy to see guests?”

That kind of broke the ice and we all laughed. I dropped my hands and said, “Obviously.”

Carol chimed in that we should eat.

Over lunch I asked why Maggie had the same type of suit on as Carol. Maggie was surprised to learn that I didn’t know that she and Carol met at Stanford, and they became friends and the interscholastic beach volleyball champions for their Junior and Senior years. These suits were from those days.

Maggie and Carol were both 29. Maggie was even taller than Carol, about 6’1”. She had a mass of red curly hair, striking blue eyes, and tremendously long legs. She had a flat stomach like Carol, but seemed flatter in both the chest and butt. She was long and lean.

Maggie came over to help with the garden, explained Carol. After lunch, Carol asked if I would mind cleaning up and taking the stuff back to the kitchen. I stood up and trying not to stick my dick in someone’s ear, managed to pack up and haul the leftovers to the kitchen.

Maggie and Carol were back in the garden when I returned and we all began digging. After a while, I almost forgot I was naked. Carol asked me a couple times to go get some cold drinks or a tool from the garage. I began to enjoy serving her while being nude. Twice during the afternoon the girls made me rinse off the dirt and apply a new layer of lotion, both times urging me to pay special attention to the palest parts.

At about five o’clock, Carol announced we were through for the day. She said Maggie was staying for dinner and that I was welcome to join them. I half kiddingly asked what the dress was for dinner. Carol coolly replied I was fine the way I was.

They went to the house to clean up and I took another outdoor shower. I pulled up a chaise lounge and naked lied down and took a nap.

I woke up with someone pulling on my toe. It was Maggie, and asked if we could talk. I said sure. She said we could do it as I helped her unload groceries and other stuff from her car. By now, I was used to walking around nude. Maggie led me through the garage and out to the driveway. She was dressed in Capri pants and a tube top. The top confirmed by suspicion that she was not well endowed in the chest department. She opened her car and started handing me bag after bag. With our arms full we made our way back to the kitchen. Carol was nowhere to be seen. As I was putting the supplies away, I commented that it looked like a lot of food for just one person.

Maggie said it was for a dinner party and that she wanted to talk to me about that. It seems there is a group of eight women who get together every month for dinner at one of their homes. This month it was Carol’s turn. Maggie also explained that in addition to each lady trying to put out the most delicious meal, they also would have four male waiters, and the waiters would serve in the nude. The women would be all dressed, the men all nude. From greetings through cocktails, dinner and special desserts, the waiters would be totally bare-assed.

Maggie said that Carol hadn’t ever hosted before. She was nervous about the dinner, especially since the hostess had to supply one waiter. Maggie then explained more about the clothed female/nude male concept. She said all the women were educated, professional and classy, but they all got off on having a naked man serve them. I asked if that included her and Carol. Maggie replied that’s why we’re asking you to be our waiter. Each of the women formed a pair and brought their own waiters. In the past, Maggie’s brother served as theirs, but when one other guy moved away, one of the other ladies made her brother a sweet deal and he took it. That left Carol and Maggie without a waiter.

I was confused, and wanted more information. Maggie said that some of the women also wanted sex from their waiters, but that was not part of the dinner. Any sex would be a private agreement and done at another time and place. She said it may get a little racy, but we will always protect and respect you. Maggie almost begged and said Carol found me to be a great guy, with a great body and that it would mean a lot to her if I agreed. She also said they would pay me $500 for the night.

The dinner was the following week and I figured it could be different and mean a great pay day, so I agreed.

I also agreed to help get ready. Now that the backyard was all spruced up, I said I would come by each evening and help. On Monday I arrived. Maggie was already there. Carol would be a little late since she was meeting a client. Maggie seemed a little embarrassed when she greeted me. I asked why and she said she’d like me to work nude, but felt awkward asking. I said no problem and stripped in front of her. Now Carol, although looking me over from head to toe, had never commented on my body. Maggie was quite different. She said really admired my build. I have a classic swimmers body with broad shoulders, well-developed arms, chest and stomach, narrow waist and big thighs and calves.

Maggie had me turn around and really made flattering comments about my back and butt. She reached out and squeezed each cheek and commented on how firm they were.

In the spirit of full disclosure, I will admit to being average in the pecker department. I can range from about 3-4 inches after coming out of the pool to about 5-6 limp, and 7+ when erect. I’m uncut, and have a pretty big set of balls. So, when I turned around I asked if she had rated everything. She actually blushed and said, well, I’ve seen bigger and smaller. But I do like the uncut look on you, and the way it goes to one side. Also, I like the little curve you get when it’s hard.

Maggie then insisted we get to work. I helped with the dusting, vacuuming and general clean up. Maggie put a couple of CD’s on and we sort of danced and worked around the house. Maggie also opened a bottle of wine and we both were soon feeling a little silly.

After a while Maggie would give my butt a grab or little slap when she went by. She laughed and we were having a great time. Carol came home around nine and a lot of the major cleaning was over. She sensed we were high and said we should take it easy, especially since we were driving.

I agreed and said I was going for a swim to help sober up. I made my way to the pool and dove in. The water was cool enough to begin bringing me down. I heard a voice ask if I wanted company. Maggie was standing on the edge. She still had on her t-shirt, jeans and sandals. I said I’d love it.

Maggie kicked the sandals off and lifted the shirt over her head. She had on a small bra. She loosened the top of her jeans and pulled the zipper down. She turned her back and shimmied out of the tight pants. I could see her small butt that was hardly covered by a thong. With her back to me, she hooked her thumbs in the thong and eased it off. By the lights of the pool, I could see her pale skin and even paler area of her beautiful ass. She reached behind, unsnapped her bra and let it drop. Slowly she turned with one arm across her breasts and the other in front with her had covering her crotch.

“I’m a little shy,” she said.

“Hey, you’ve seen me naked for days, fair is fair.”

She sighed and dropped her hands. Maggie looked spectacular. Her breasts were probably—OK, I asked later—32 A. Her nipples were tiny and dark with a slightly lighter aureole. Her bush was as red as her head, but trimmed and shaved to about an inch and a half strip. It was a little too dark to see if you could make out her lips. She dove in and surfaced next to me.

She stood up and said it was a little cold. I looked at her tiny nips that now stood out a good half inch or more and agreed it did look cold. She looked down and laughed and dove under and began to swim the length of the pool underwater. We stayed in swimming about ten minutes and then decided it was too cold and climbed out to get into the spa that was adjacent. As we were getting in the hot tub, Maggie checked out my equipment that was definitely having a shrinkage effect. “I guess it really is cold by the looks of things.”

Maggie and I stayed in the spa for a while just chatting. I confessed I was really embarrassed that first day when she saw me with a hard-on and then I had to face her back at the office. She said at least it stopped her from having to mentally undress me, as she had been doing for the whole month I was working there.

I was surprised that women did that sort of thing. “Hey, you have a great butt in jeans and we were speculating how good you would look.”

We got out and realized we didn’t bring towels. Maggie grabbed my hand and we ran back to the house. “Let’s rinse the chlorine off and then we can get dressed.”

She led me to the guest room where she usually stayed and into its bathroom. There was a large shower stall with a glass door. We both jumped in and Maggie turned on and adjusted the water. She spun me around and then washed my back from neck to heel. She spent a lot of time on my butt and kept saying how tight it was. I then washed her back and said I loved how her little butt fit right into my hands. I reached around and took her tiny breasts into my hands. She put her hands on mine and pulled them away. “How about you wash my hair and then we get out.” I took the hint that she didn’t want to go farther sexually, but still got a thrill by washing that incredible tangle of red curls. As we rinsed one last time, Maggie put her hands on my waist and pulled me to her. She kissed me lightly on my lips and hugged me, pressing her nipples into my chest, and her crotch into mine. I sprang wood and she reached down and pulled it up so that it pressed against her stomach. She kissed me again, but pulled back with I tried to kiss back and use my tongue. She smiled and shook her head. She then reached down and gave me a couple strokes. “I really have to go, but feel free to stay and finish business.”

She got out of the shower and left the door open. I stood staring at her perfect ass as it left the room and then was startled to see Carol walk in.

“I think Maggie has a great idea, why don’t you help yourself.”

Carol was dressed in a long skirt with a slit up to her thigh and a long-sleeved t-shirt. She obviously did not have a bra on and her nipples poked through the thin cotton material. She was carrying two glasses of wine and handed one to Maggie who had returned. Maggie toweled her hair and wrapped the towel around her head. She and Carol leaned against the vanity and looked at me. Maggie was stunningly naked and Carol simply but provocatively dressed.

I had never performed in front of anyone, let alone two women.

Carol gestured with her glass of wine as to encourage me. I slowly slid my right hand on my base and eased it up the shaft. With my left, I added a little soap and soon had a lather. I increased both the tempo and the pressure and felt the tension building. Both women were smiling and focusing their attention on my excitement.

I rapidly reached the point of no return and kept pumping while spurting in the shower.

They both put down their wine glasses and applauded.

“Well done,” said Carol. She leaned into Maggie and sighed. Then spoke softly to her. Turning back to me she said she was going to her room and thanked me for all my work. She told me Maggie had my pay for the day, and then said she really appreciated the last few minutes.

She and Maggie hugged and I noticed Carol’s hand rest lightly on the tight naked ass of the tall red head.

As Carol left the bathroom, Maggie came over and took the soap from my hand and washed my now limp member, cleaning away any traces of my excitement. I stepped back under the shower and rinsed. When I finished, Maggie had left the room. I dried off and put on the clothes that were left on the vanity. Downstairs I found Maggie wearing a long caftan and pouring another glass of wine.

She handed me the envelope and said, “This is for the real work you did today, and not for upstairs. I want to be sure we don’t think of you that way. It was pleasure for us to watch you and we both think you are great.”

The dinner was on Friday night, and I could barely contain myself all week. I never mentioned anything to Tom during our daily games and dinners. On Friday, I asked for the afternoon off and Tom was happy to oblige. The market was dull and he was leaving early for his beach house.

I went home and showered and groomed according to Maggie’s instructions. She had stopped by during lunch one day and we shared a tuna sandwich on a bench in the office courtyard.

She explained that since I was new, I might need to have a few tips. The first was grooming. She said that they were thrilled to see I was not hairy. I had only mild chest hair and nothing on my back. I did have a fairly thick patch at my crotch and some hair on my lower back and ass. Maggie said I would need to do some shaving and trimming, and that she could come by that night to help. I agreed and she said she would give me the rest of the info then.

On Wednesday, anticipating Maggie’s arrival I undressed and put on a robe. She came by around 8 and smiled when seeing me nearly naked.

“Let’s go to the bathroom and I’ll get to work.”

I dropped the robe in the bathroom and Maggie took a pair of barber’s scissors from her bag. She had me stand on a towel and she began trimming back my pubic hair. It only took a couple touches as she moved my member around until I was hard. She didn’t say anything and soon had cut back the thickness to a thin layer. She then asked for a razor and cream. She took a washcloth and soaked the area and then applied shaving cream to my inner thighs and the area between my navel and the top of the patch. She quickly shaped me into a small triangle with sharply defined edges. She then lathered my balls and stretching them out shaved them smooth. She also shaved my chest smooth.

Under her direction I turned around and she shaved my lower back and cheeks. Finally she had me sit on the toilet and spread my legs and shaved the “taint” between my ass and balls. She rubbed her hands over my crotch and announced it was a great feel and a great look.

Maggie then drew a bath and poured in some bath crystals she pulled from her bag. She told me to hop in and left the bathroom. She returned in a few minutes with an ice bucket and a bottle of white wine with two glasses. She must have brought them with her.

She poured two glasses, handed me one and rested the other on the top of the hamper by the tub. She then stripped and slid into the tub facing me. Picking up her glass, she toasted me and said the lesson was about to begin.

Maggie explained that Carol had engaged a caterer to prepare the dinner and that he would remain in the kitchen. The four waiters, including me, would wear flip-flops and one of those geeky Chippendale collar and ties. Each of the waiters would take a position behind the two women whom he was serving. He would bring in the food, clear the plates, pour the wine, and do what his women asked. He was not to speak unless answering a question. And, it’s not cool to pop a boner during dinner.

Maggie offered that this could sound degrading, but neither she nor Carol meant any disrespect. Since this was Carol’s first hostessing, she was obsessing that everything be perfect. She implored me to go along and that she and Carol would not only be grateful, but also would make it worth my effort.

All the while Maggie was talking her small breasts bobbed up and down in the suds. She would reach out to touch my knee to make a point and once or twice rubbed her foot in my crotch. The effect was that I was enormously hard.

Finally, Maggie brought up the “big finale” as she called it.

“For desert, all the waiters come from the kitchen fully erect. The desert is always some sort of ice cream accompanied by sauces and whipped cream. Each waiter offers ice cream, sauce and whipped cream to each of the guests. The guests have the option to use the sauce and cream on the ice cream or on the waiter. So, each woman really has the opportunity to perform some oral sex on each of the waiters. I know this sounds so weird. And, Carol has already said she wants it to be me who cleans the sauce from you. Some day, if we have a lot of time, I’ll try to explain Carol’s sexuality. But for now realize she’d rather watch than do.

I know this can be embarrassing, and if you want to back out you can. Carol will claim a client emergency and leave town for a week or two. She will lose face, but we all will survive. She wanted me to be sure to let you know that you’ve been a great sport up to now and there would be no hard feelings.

Maggie smiled as she rubbed her foot up by erection, Well, no hard feelings except for this little fella’.

Friday night came and I went to Carol’s at 7. The other three waiters were there and Maggie started running through the night’s menu, the layout of the kitchen and dining room, and other details. She then handed us our “outfits” and directed us to a study down the hall. Maggie’s brother, Mike, was her twin. He was tall and skinny like her with the same red hair. Jake was about my size and looked like an athlete. Marcel was black and the tallest of us all at about 6’3”.

We began stripping, and I soon found out that I was the junior member in every category. Mike had a long, thin dick that looked even bigger on his skinny body. He was cut and had a big head. Jake was Italian and he had the thickest one I’ve seen. It was longer than mine and much darker. Marcel, however, lived up to the stereotype of a black man. He had a dick that was at least 9”, with a big curve to the right. He was uncut like me, but his member was two shades blacker than his skin.

The guys started rubbing a light coating of oil on them. Mike tossed me a bottle and said it looks better with a little sheen. I followed along. Mike offered to do my back and I did his. Each guy also worked his dick so it hung heavier.

Maggie came in and gave us an approving look and told us to meet in the hallway to greet the guests.

The women arrived in pairs. The first were two attorneys who were about 35. They had short black dresses, stockings and high heels. Jake stepped forward and they each took an arm and he led them into the living room. Next came a mixed race couple. The black woman was a professional basketball player that I recognized. She was taller than Maggie and wore her hair close cropped. She had on a tan silk pants suit and a creamy camisole underneath the jacket. When she walked everything moved seductively. He companion was a white woman who played on the US soccer team. She was blond, about 5’7” and wore a brown dress that clung to her and let everyone know that underwear was not part of her outfit. I assumed that Marcel would escort them, but Mike stepped forward. They each hugged him and as he walked them down the hall they joined hands and rested them on his ass.

The doorbell rang again and Maggie greeted two women in their late forties. I almost fainted when I recognized the one as my boss’ ex-wife. She recognized me too and gave me a thorough up and down glance and smiled. She was a blond who looked a lot like Diane Sawyer. She just dripped class, and wore a camel skirt with a soft silk blouse. Her dinner partner was a brunette, whom I later discovered, was a leading surgeon in Boston. She wore all black, silky pajamas with the top three buttons open to reveal amazing cleavage.

Karen, my bosses ex, walked over to Marcel and stood on tip toe to kiss his cheek, while running her hand up and down that huge organ. Her partner did the same. Then Marcel escorted them to the living room.

Maggie was wearing a white, long-sleeved cotton top with her nipples pushing the fabric and fitted black linen pants. Her hair was loosely tied up with a black ribbon and she wore just a trace of make-up. She looked incredible. She motioned me to take her arm and we headed to the other guests. As we passed the door to the dining room, Carol joined us. She was wearing a loose pair of black silk pants with legs that billowed and a black top that was completely sheer. I could clearly see her breasts and dark nipples. I felt a rush to my loins and I think Maggie sensed it. She whispered in my ear to cool down. As part of my pre-dinner instructions, Maggie said if I felt myself getting hard, I should get to the kitchen. They kept a bowl of chilled water there and I should stick my dick in it. No boners before their time, was how she put it.

The ladies were chatting and the men took their drink orders. We retreated to the kitchen. In spite of any embarrassment, I headed for the bowl of chilled—it really was iced—water and plunged my equipment in. The effect was immediate, and I lost the urge to grow. A bartender made the drinks while we each took out a tray of hors d’oeuvres back to the ladies. They oohed and aahed and took some. I soon realized that touching was part of the ritual. Some would rest a hand on a naked butt or thigh, or rub a leg from knee to groin. Maggie cupped my ass and gave me a light squeeze. Carol, who really never touched me before, brushed the back of her hand across the tip of my dick as she reached for an appetizer. I knew I would soon be back to the ice bowl. The men went to retrieve the drinks. As the new kid, I took the tray and Mike said I had to serve each woman. I had hands everywhere as I made my way around the room. Karen said it was so good to see me and picked up my penis and looked at it. She offered it to her friend, who took it and pulled slightly. I turned to Carol who noticed the effect and smiled. Maggie stood up and asked me to join her in the kitchen.

She told me to soak it again since I was almost past half-mast. I obliged and then rejoined the group. The men stood along the wall next to the fireplace. The women chatted and occasionally would raise a glass for a refill.

When it came time for dinner, we served each course to our individual ladies. Actually, there was a lot to do and after a while I relaxed and forgot about being nude, although Maggie would give me a little butt squeeze every now and then. We cleared the table and it was time for desert.

Each of us waiters took a couple minutes to stroke and get hard, and then moved on to dessert. We each took a tray with chocolate and butterscotch sauce, pureed strawberries, whipped cream, and two bowls of ice cream. Each waiter went to his women and served the bowls of ice cream. Maggie then took the brush that was on the tray and spread chocolate sauce on me. She topped it with a dollop of whip cream and started to lick me clean. Her mouth was so warm, I thought I might shoot. She probably thought the same so she reached underneath and clamped my balls. I got the message.

I watched as Karen and her friend loaded up Marcel with butterscotch. Together they licked up and down the enormous shaft, letting their tongues meet and entwine at the tip. Each of the other women also enjoyed a treat from their waiters. Then it was time to switch. Karen beckoned me to her side. She took the strawberries and rubbed them on my balls. She had me put one leg up on the chair and she sucked each nut clean. Her partner had slipped her hand under Karen’s blouse and was softly massaging her breasts.

The two pro athletes were finished cleaning off the chocolate from Mike’s skinny dick and now the soccer player was licking whipped cream from the exposed nipple of the basketball player.

The two lawyers now had Marcel between them and just kept stroking him up and down.

Mike was now standing next to his sister and Carol. To avoid any awkwardness, Carol put a dab of cream on his tip and flicked it off without so much as touching his skin.

Desert was now over and the women moved into the den for after dinner drinks. When we served, we were still hard and wanting to come. I noticed the pro athletes were into a heavy make-out session with each other. After another half hour the women began chatting about leaving. The waiters all escorted them to the door and after various gropings, hugs and air kisses all but Carol and Maggie had left. The other guys went to the study got dressed and picked up the envelopes waiting for them. They made their good byes and departed.

Maggie looked at Carol and me and let out a whoop. That was fantastic. Carol, everything was perfect. Carol beamed and agreed. Then Maggie suggested a trip to the spa with a bottle of champagne.

Carol and I headed out. We got to pool area and I said I wanted to rinse off the oil and sticky residue from the sauces. Carol went to the spa area. She had her back to me and I saw her lift the black top over her head. She then undid the drawstring pants and let them drop exposing her bare, pear-shaped bottom. From the rear, she was spectacular. I was hard in an instant.

Maggie came along wrapped in one towel, with two more over her arm and a champagne bucket with three glasses wedged in. She set the bucket by the edge of the spa, dropped the towel and leaned into Carol for a hug. They embraced and then stepped into the spa.

I went over. Maggie had the light on in the spa. They both stood up and applauded. I took a mock bow and smiled. I took in Carol’s nakedness. Although I’d seen her breasts through the sheer fabric, seeing them fully exposed was a delight. They were soft mounds with dark nipples. There was no sag and they swayed gently as she moved. Her flat stomach led down to a shaped patch of dark hair. Her strip was wider than Maggie’s.

They both pointed at my erection and applauded again. I joined them and we settled down into the hot water and turned on the jets. We did not have sex, but we did enjoy retelling the stories of the night. This was my first, but not my last time being naked for clothed women.

Larry - San Diego