Casual CFNM Conversation

My wife and I have a friend named Abigail. Up until a few months ago, she used to work at the same hospital with my wife (both are doctors), but now she travels for work as a locums tenen, and lives in a different town a few hours away. Over this last weekend, she just so happened to be taking a call shift at the local hospital where she used to work, and where my wife still does. She was going to stay in a hotel provided by the job, but we told her that was crazy, she should just stay with us. If she's going to be on call, possibly with nothing to do but sit around waiting for the phone to ring, why not do that at our house so we could all catch up?

On Saturday evening, my wife had gone to bed a little early, and Abigail and I stayed up chatting. After a while, we got to talking about running - something we both like to do - and I suggested we go for a run the next morning, assuming she wasn't up all night answering the phone. Almost as if on cue, her phone rings and she has to go in to the hospital to perform a delivery. She leaves, and we say goodnight, as I wasn't expecting her to be back before I went to bed. I watched a little Netflix, scrolled on my phone for a few minutes, then headed upstairs to bed. I left the light on in the living room since I knew Abigail would be coming back at some point.

I didn't want to wake my wife, so I quietly snuck into the bedroom, leaving the light off. I took off all my clothes (I always sleep naked), and climbed into bed. I was about to plug in my phone when I realized I had left the charging cable downstairs. My wife is a light sleeper, particularly when it comes to light in the room, so rather than risk waking her with my phone light or lamp so I could find my clothes, I decided to just go downstairs naked. After all, I was just down there and Abigail had been gone less than an hour.

I walked quietly down the stairs, and as I rounded the corner into the living room, there was Abigail, curled up on the couch. She looked like she was getting ready to watch something, as the TV was on. I stopped short of coming right out into the open, backed up a little bit, and managed to stammer, "Oh... I just came down to get my phone cable."

There were two phone charger cables connected to the power strip, so Abigail got up to grab it for me. How nice... I don't know if she knew I was naked at this point or not.

"Which one is it?" she asked.

"Uhh, it's the white one."

I'm standing behind a pillar with my head peaking out. I can see her, but she can't see anything lower than my head. I see her grab the cable and start coming my way.

"Sorry, I'm naked," I found myself uttering.

Her response? "That's okay, I'm not looking," and she continued to walk right out to me. I'm standing there completely naked, nothing but my phone in my hand, and she just calmly comes up to me and hands me the cable, then turns to go back to the couch. And to her credit, she didn't appear to give me the once-over. Doctors, I guess they've seen everything?

Her casual attitude towards my nudity, and the fact that she didn't seem bothered by it, must have flipped a switch in me. I found myself suddenly walking further into the room, standing by the couch, and turning towards the TV to ask her, "What are you gonna watch?"

I caught a very brief look of surprise in her eye, like she can't believe I'm not trying to scurry away, but rather starting a conversation.

"I haven't decided. I was thinking about men's beach volleyball. Or I might just go to bed soon." The Olympics were on, so she had her pick of events to choose from. I could see she's trying to keep her eyes on the TV, but they sometimes darted over in my direction.

I couldn't think of a response, but I did remember we had discussed running the next morning. I turned away from the TV, faced directly towards her, then looked down at my phone to make sure I had set an alarm.

"Oh, by the way, I set my alarm for 5:45am tomorrow. Is that an okay time for me to wake you up for our run?" I asked.

She looks right at me, just a little bit dumbfounded. "... yeah, that should be fine."

"Well, if you decide in the middle of the night that you don't want to run, you can text me anytime. You don't need to worry about waking me up, I set my phone to silent. If I see I got a text from you when my alarm goes off, I won't wake you up."

At this point, the fact that I was standing right in front of her naked, speaking casually to her as though nothing was unusual, started to get my legs shaking, so I thought I should head back upstairs.

As I was leaving, I said, "Okay, I really need to go to bed. I hope the rest of your night is boring!" I like to say that to people who are on call.

Abigail, who was normally a mile-a-minute talker, and always the one to have the last word, just managed a subdued "Goodnight."

It was brief, probably less than a minute, but it was an intense minute, standing in front of her and having a normal conversation, without a stitch of clothing on.