A Summer with Amy Part 2 by Dani Nicole
This is a relatively true story, I embellish a little on how well I look, but otherwise, excpet for a few minor things it is all true. Enjoy.
Several days later, I was over Amy's again cutting down some weeds and moving a fallen tree limb to the back of her yard. It was a warm sunny June day and I was getting hot, sweaty and dirty. When I was finished, she asked, "Would you like a Coke??"
"Sure, thanks."
She brought two Cokes out to the garage. As we stood in there drinking the Coke, Amy asked, "Could you serve as my dress model again? I need to put the finishing touches on it?" (It did not occur to me that the true finishing touches would need the actual wearer of the dress not a stand in model)
"I don't know. I felt kind of strange wearing a dress." Playing the embarrassment card, hoping beyond hope she would make an offer similar to the last time and I would get to play again..
After giving it a seconds thought, she took a step toward me and whispered in my ear, "If you do this for me, I will let you see me completely naked."
Without a second's hesitation, I smiled and said, "OK! You have a deal."
"Great!! Thank you so much, this should be that last time I MAKE you wear a dress." I did not catch the little emphasis on `make' as we headed into the house. When we got to the hobby room, she took one look at me and said, "You are too dirty to put on the dress. You need to take a shower first and wash off all the filth, I can not have the dress getting dirty." As I turned to walk out the room, she asked, "Where are you going?"
"Home to take a shower."
"Don't be silly, use my shower."
"You sure?"
"Yah! Why should you go home when there is a perfectly good shower here."
"OK, I will take one here then." I headed toward the bathroom attached to the room. I closed the door and removed my clothes. I turned on the water, let it warm up and stepped into the soothing stream of water. As I stood there with my eyes closed, I let the hot water cascade down my body and thought about getting to see Amy naked. These thoughts led to an erection. Little did I know, Amy had walked into the bathroom and was watching me stroke my 7" of hard manhood. As I got close, Amy abruptly made a noise like she had just entered the room. I quickly turned away from her and took my hands off my cock. "What's wrong?" was all I could manage to say.
With a smile on her face, Amy replied, "Nothing, I just brought you a towel to use. The towels in here are decorative. When you are done with that, just come out with a towel wrapped you. I'm going to wash your clothes so you can put them back on later."
Because I was trying to hide my boner, I was not paying a great deal of attention to what she said and answered, "Uh, uh, OK...Thank you." With my back turned to her, I did not see her pick up my dirty clothes. Once I was done showering, I stepped out and was drying off when Amy came into the bathroom again. Startled, I inadvertently dropped the towel, exposing my soft cock.
As I tried to cover myself up, Amy apologetically said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't think you would be done so quickly and I needed to put these things under the sink."
Standing there, butt naked with my hands in front of my manhood, I said, "It's OK". After giving me a quick glance, she smiled, turned her back, and then held up a pair of boxer shorts.
"I figured you needed something to wear, so I brought these in. I bought these for Mike, but never gave them to him. You can wear them while your clothes are in the wash."
"In the wash?" At that point, I looked down and realized my clothes were missing.
"I told you I was going to wash them when I came in last time and you were trying to hide yourself. You know, I have seen a penis before, it is no big deal."
"Oh." Was my only response. I took the bright red silk boxers from her and she exited bathroom. I dried off and pull the silk boxers up my legs and over my ass and cock (this was the first time I ever had silk against my cock and ass). The feeling was luxurious and once again gave me a woody. I decided I should take care of this before I went out there. So I proceeded to jack off in the boxers. With the silk rubbing my cock, I quickly approached climax and pulled down boxers to shoot my wad into some tissues. I did not realize the door was not completely closed and Amy watched me stroke my rod to finale in the mirror. I finished cleaning up and strutted into the bedroom wearing the bright red boxers.
"Great, now you won't get your dress dirty." Completely missing her use of "your", I stepped toward her and turned around. Amy then helped me put on the dress. Once it was on, I stepped up onto the little platform she had. Amy began doing her thing, but I could quickly tell from her mumbling, something was not right.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Well, the dress is not `hanging' right."
"Hanging right?"
"Yah, It just does not seem to be `laying down' they way it should."
"Why?"
"I don't know, but hold on." She looked me over, had me turn around, and then ran her hand over the dress and my body (getting me very excited). Then, all of a sudden, she says, "I know what the problem is."
"What? Is it fixable?"
"It's fixable, but I not sure if I can ask you to do what it will take to fix the problem."
"Why? What more could you ask of me that you think I would say `no' to. You already have me in a dress."
"Well, the dress is not hanging right because you are wearing boxers under it."
"So?"
"Well, there is only one way we can get the dress to `hang' correctly."
"OK, how do we do it?"
"We need to get rid of those boxers."
"Get rid of them?? How??"
"Take them off."
"OK." I reached up under the dress and removed the boxers. When I stood up, my boner poked out the front of the dress.
"Oh." Was her only response. Looking down, I became quite embarrassed. Amy stifled a little laugh and said, "Well that presents a whole new set of problems."
Still mortified that she knew I was hard, I meekly said, "It was the silk. What do we do now?"
"Well ummmm. I know. I'll just get your underwear out of the laundry and those should," Amy cleared her throat, "contain you." Again, she stifled a laugh and left the room. Amy headed for the laundry room. I stood there trying to think of baseball to get my erection to subside. When she returned, she was empty handed and had a frown on her face. "Your underwear is still in the washing machine, soaking wet."
"No big deal, I will just run home and grab another pair."
"What are you going to wear, all your clothes are in the wash?"
"Shit, you're right. And there is no way I can go outside wearing this." I pointed to the dress. Finally after thinking about it for a moment, I said, "Well, I don't have an answer."
"That's OK, I will just have to do it another time." She lamented.
As she sat on the bed thinking, I said, "I promise to work as your model one more time and you don't have to hold up your end of the deal for today. I won't hold you too it."
"Well thank you John, that saves me from having to ask again, but I insist on finishing our deal. You held up your end. You put the dress on. You deserve to be `compensated' for that. Sit down on the bed." Amy then stood up, and began to get undressed. She took off her shirt and lowered her shorts to the floor. She stood there like a goddess in her pink lace and satin panties and bra. I was mesmerized. She slowly undid the front latch to her bra to free her beautiful breasts. Then she bent over to remove her panties. When she straighten back up, it was more than I could handle. Here was a beautiful women, completely naked standing within arms length of me. I just stared. Her size C breasts poked proudly out with her nipples like little crowns on the end. And then her pussy hair, neatly trimmed into a heart shape glistened with vaginal juices. I was speechless. "Let's get you out of that dress." I obediently stood up and let her unzip and lower the dress to the floor. I stood in all my glory, all 7" of little Johnny poking up to the sky. Amy looked down and saw my boner, reached out and began stroking me. The sensations made me forget who I was, I made no attempt to touch her as she masturbated me. After about two minutes, my excitement had built to the edge of climax and she stopped.
Amy turned from me. With her back to me and a smile on her face she said, "Well thank you John for all your help. Hopefully we can work out all the details next time and get this finished." She headed toward the bedroom door.
Not knowing what to say, I just said,"Yah that will be great."
Walking down the hall she said, "Put on the boxers and I will get you a beach towel, you can go home like that and change clothes at home. When your clothes are done, I will bring them over."
I slipped the boxers back on just as she re-entered the bedroom, dressed in shorts and a shirt. She handed me the towel, and led me toward the front door. With a small kiss we said goodbye and I headed home.