Casual CFNM Conversation With A Friend

My wife Rachel and I have a friend named Abigail. She used to work in the same hospital as my wife (both are doctors, that’s how they met), but now she lives in a different city and travels for work. It’s been a few months since she moved, but she’s kept in touch. Over the weekend, it just so happened that Abigail was scheduled to be in town to cover call at the same hospital where she used to work with Rachel. I guess one of Rachel’s colleagues was taking vacation, so the hospital needed to bring in a traveling doc to cover.

When she told us the hospital was going to be putting her up in a hotel a few miles from our house, my wife told her, “Don’t be crazy. Just stay with us.” We figured, if she doesn’t get called in much, she’d just end up sitting around in a small hotel room with nothing to do. Why not stay with us and catch up?

Abigail came and stayed in our second bedroom. Though she did get called in a few times, it was a pretty slow weekend, so the three of us got to hang out. On Saturday night, my wife decided to go to bed early. Abigail and I stayed up for a little while after, talking about her new house, new job, etc. We both like to go running, so I suggested we go for a run together the next morning, assuming she was able to get some rest. A few minutes after we made a plan, the hospital rang; Abigail was needed for a delivery. She wouldn’t be back for a few hours, so she told me not to wait up. We said our good-nights and she headed out the door.

I stayed up for maybe an hour longer, then headed upstairs to bed. I crept quietly into the room where my wife was sleeping, doing my best not to wake her up. I took off all my clothes (I always sleep naked), and crawled into bed. Rachel didn’t stir, so far so good. I was about to plug my phone in when I realized I had left my charging cable downstairs. I pawed around for the shorts I was wearing, but I couldn’t find them in the dark, and I didn’t want to wake Rachel by shining my phone around like a flashlight.

So, I left my clothes somewhere in the dark and left the room. I figured I could just go downstairs naked – Abigail shouldn’t be back for a while - and I would only be a minute.

I snuck back out of the bedroom and walked quietly down the stairs. As I rounded the corner to go into the living/TV room where we had all been visiting earlier that evening, there was Abigail, just starting to cuddle up under a blanket on the couch, remote control in hand. She saw me, though I couldn’t tell how much of me she saw. I back-pedaled to get behind the corner, and poked my head around.

“Hey, I just came down to get my phone cable.”

Always a helpful person, Abigail pops off the couch and asks, “What color is it?”

“Uhh, it’s the white one.”

She walks towards the desk where the outlet is, out of view from me, to grab the cable. As she starts back towards the entrance to the living room, she’s about to come into full view of me.

“Oh, I’m naked, though,” I manage to mumble.

Without missing a beat, Abigail just says, “That’s okay, I’m not looking,” and walks right up to me, handing me the cable. And true to her word, she doesn’t look down at my naked body. Doctors have seen it all, I guess.

As Abigail starts to walk back towards the couch, her seemingly casual attitude about my nakedness takes away my timidness (and fear that I would offend her), so I continue past the corner and walk into the center of the room.

“What are you gonna watch?” I ask her.

At this point, I see a brief look of surprise on her face, like she can’t believe I’m just going to have a conversation with her.

“Uhh, I don’t know yet. I haven’t decided. I might just go to bed, actually.” The Olympics were on, and she had the screen up with a list of the events.

At this point, I turn to face the TV, my body a little away from her. I look over the events, though my mind was completely focused on the fact that she could be looking me up and down, and I would have no idea. In my head, I’m thinking, “She knows I can’t tell where she’s looking. I wonder if she knows I’m giving her permission to look.”

Next, I turn my body and face her dead-on.

I responded, “Yeah, I need to go to bed too. Especially if we’re gonna go for that run in the morning. Oh, that reminds me…”

I look down at my phone, facing her directly, knowing she can look at me all she wants and I won’t know, while my eyes are focused on my phone. “I set my alarm for 5:45. Is that an okay time to wake you up?”

“Yeah, that should be fine,” she responds. She’s normally a chatterbox, but she has started to get quiet.

“If you end up getting called too much and don’t want me to wake you up, just text me, even if it’s super late. I have my phone set to silent, so you don’t need to worry about waking me up. I’ll just see your text when I wake up and I’ll let you sleep in.”

“Okay, that’s fine”.

At this point, I’ve been standing naked directly in front of a fully-clothed Abigail, having a casual conversation with her, for almost a minute. I realize I might start showing a reaction, and having an erection in front of Abigail might freak her out, so I start to leave the room.

“I hope the rest of your night is boring. Good night.” (I like to say that to doctors on call).

I walk up the stairs, and I’m about to go into the bedroom, when I realize I am going to need to ‘take care of business’ if I have any hope of sleeping. The trouble is, I didn’t want to risk waking up my wife by masturbating in the bed next to her. And the second bedroom was out of the question, since Abigail could walk in at any moment. That left… the shower? Of course, the shower I want to use is downstairs, through the same room where Abigail was watching TV. Well, I thought, she’s already seen me naked once, what the hell?

So, I walk back downstairs and into the living room.

Abigail doesn’t say a word when I enter this time. She just looks me in the eye, as if waiting for an explanation.

“I was about to get into bed when I remembered I didn’t shower after mowing the lawn today, and I’m pretty ripe. Do you need the bathroom, or is it okay if I take a shower?”

“Yeah, go ahead. I don’t need it right now. Um, don’t you have a shower upstairs, though?” Good catch, Abby. And at this point, her eyes are getting less subtle about where they go.

“Yeah, but I like to use the one down here at night. You can hear the upstairs one from the bedroom, and I don’t want to wake up Rachel.”

Abigail simply nods.

“I’ll keep the door closed so you can hear the TV better, but if you need something, just come in. I mean, if it wasn’t obvious already, I guess I don’t really care if you see me naked.” That last bit I say with a smile.

Abigail responds, “Yeah, I was kind of picking up on that.”

After that comment, there is a definite pause as we both silently acknowledge that she can look at me naked, and I’m okay with it. But I’m also feeling the intensity of the moment and can’t prolong it much further without having an erection right in front of her.

I go into the bathroom, close the door, and once I’m in the warm shower, I stroke to one of the quickest and most powerful orgasms of my life. Afterwards, I take my leisurely time to clean up and towel dry off. Any other time, I’d wrap the towel around me if I’m going to be among company. But not tonight. I hang the towel up to dry, and exit the bathroom naked as before.

As I leave, I turn towards Abigail to give her one last look. “Wow, I needed that. Now I’m ready for bed. Good night!”