His Naked Roommate

About 6 months ago, a guy I'm friends with at work moved into a rental house with his female roommate. We work in different departments but have known each other for a few years now. We've gone out to bars on a few occasions here and there, but recently it was the first time I had been to his place. The house hadn't been lived in for about a year, so I was going to help him with some power washing out in the driveway and deck. We were going to get a somewhat early start, but wouldn't you know it, right when we were getting everything set up he got a call from work. There was an emergency and he had to go in for 2-3 hours, and even though he tried to have someone else fill in, since he was on call it was on him. Not wanting me to leave since we would get started once he came back, he said I can just hang out and watch tv, take a nap on the couch, whatever. Oh, and he let me know that his roommate likes to walk around naked. 

Ok, I'll back up. My friend is gay. Confirmed gay. I guess she felt comfortable walking around naked because nothing would ever happen between the two of them and the relationship wouldn't turn awkward. I, however, am not. So when he said that, my heart fluttered a little, but really didn't know what to expect, nor did I think he was really being that serious. Maybe just a shirt and panties, but not naked. Again, however...

I went inside and grabbed a beer, turning on the tv and plopping down in the recliner. I sat there flipping around for maybe 10 minutes when, lo and behold, she walked around the corner and into the kitchen. Naked. I don't know if she just didn't know it was someone else there or what, but there she was, butt bouncing as she walked, getting into the cabinets and pouring a bowl of cereal. It took her about a minute to get setup, but when she walked into the living room she said "oh, sorry, I didn't know someone else was here." I said it was ok and introduced myself to her. She did the same, and...just sat down on the couch and started eating. No attempt to cover up at all. How would I describe her? Well...heavenly. Milky white pale skin, straight strawberry blonde hair just past her shoulders, a-cup breasts and a freshly shaved, bright pink pussy. Oh, and a patch of light freckles under each eye and fluffy white slippers on her feet. In my dreams I would have already mounted her. She made small talk with me for a bit, asking how I knew my friend and even where he was, but as I answered I tried to keep my eyes away to not seem like a creep. She noticed this, and with a mouth full of cereal she said "you know, you can look at me, it's ok." I turned the recliner towards her and got an eyeful, and she kind of gave a sarcastic smile and pointed her spoon at me. 

Now in a conversation, in an easier than blunt way I asked about her state of attire, and she said she just hated wearing clothes. Not only that, but he keeps it so damn warm in the house she would probably be sweating if she was dressed. It was pretty warm, too. Even though I was trying to relax and keep things light, my cock had other plans. I could feel it getting warmer and starting to fill with blood, and as much as I tried to stop it, I eventuality had a full-blown erection. The fact that we were going to be working outside with water didn't help, because I had on some pretty light clothes. She slurped down the rest of her milk and went to put the bowl in the dishwasher, and when she came back she saw the tent in my gym shorts. She sat back on the couch with her legs crossed indian-style and said "you getting a little excited over there?" I kind of leaned forward trying to hide it, and I said "oh, sorry, it's just...you're..." She kind of chuckled and said "it"s ok. Really, it's fine. I'm actually kind of happy someone's getting turned on by me instead of the other dude's that are usually here." I smiled and looked at my crotch, and she told me "you know you don't have to hide it. I already know you've got a boner. Why don't you just lose those clothes and get comfy." I looked over and her and said "take off my clothes?" She kind of did that look around move and said, "uh, yeah. You're looking at me naked, aren't you? Fair is fair, after all. And don't worry, we aren't going to become a thing so you don't have to worry about that." I kind of shrugged and stood up, pulling off my shirt. She saw my cock straining against my shorts and said "oh, it's going to feel so good taking those off, isn't it?" Looking over at her and smiling, I kicked off my sandals and pulled down my shorts and boxers in one move, stepping out of them. "Whooo, look at that thing!" She pointed to my 6 inches, standing straight out and with an upward curve. 

Sitting back down, I spread my legs and let my cock bounce back and forth. "That must feel really good, doesn't it? I don't have a penis, but it must feel so good to just let it get hard and stand in the breeze." I said "it really does", taking a swig of my beer. "So when did you cum last?" I just about choked on my beer. "What?" "When...did...you...cum...last?" "Um...couple days ago. I've been busy." "Ohh, you must need to really bad. I mean, I masturbate 2 or 3 times a day and I don't even have balls to drain." Her talking like that had my cock throbbing. "You just want to grab it and start stroking it, don't you?" As she said it, she started making a slow jerking motion with her left hand while lightly running her right hand down her belly and to her bare lips. Without saying anything I took my cock in my hand and started stroking. She half-closed her eyes and said "that feels good, doesn't it?" I swallowed and said "yeah, it really does." She took a deep breath as her fingers were now quickly rubbing against her swollen lips. "Don't you love masturbating? I like it more than sex. I know exactly where to touch to really get myself wet. Makes my clit tingle." Picking up my pace I said "yeah, I do...my cock feels so good in my hand." She licked her lips and said "stroke harder, I want to see that cum shoot." I closed my eyes and stroked as hard as I could getting closer and closer to cumming. I lasted about another minute before I started moaning and shaking in the chair, shooting my thick load all over me. My jaw hung open and I couldn't even open my eyes for a few seconds until I heard her say "holy fuck that was hot", now standing up with both hands rubbing between her legs. Her head was thrown back with her eyes closed, taking short, sharp breaths. Her knees were shaking and was panting "oh shit, oh fuck, oh I'm gonna cum" as she got closer and closer to orgasm. I couldn't look away as she fondled herself like an animal, and when she came she let out a loud, high-pitched grunt as she doubled over, eyes slammed shut and taking deep breaths. She stayed like that for about 15 seconds before falling back onto the couch, legs and arms spread wide. She finally looked over and said "a cock has never made me feel like that before." I kind of smiled and said "I know mine couldn't." She giggled and told me to stay still and went to get a couple towels from the kitchen. 

I wiped myself up and got rid of the soggy towels, sitting back in the recliner as we both collected ourselves. "So tell me.. did you think you were going to masturbate with a naked girl at a gay guy's house today?" I smiled and said "no...I cannot say I did." She giggled and sat forward on the edge of the couch, elbows on her knees, jaw resting on her fists. "So, what is it you like?" "What do you mean?" "On a girl. What do you like?" I kind of stumbled and said I didn't know. "Oh come on. Are you a boob guy? A butt guy...what? You can tell me." "Um...butts and feet I guess." "Feet, huh?" I realized what I said and held my breath. "I've never known anyone with a foot fetish before." "Well, I mean...I really don't..." She smiled and cut me off "nope, you said it. You like feet." I kind of blushed, really wishing I hadn't said that. "So, who else knows about this 'secret' fetish?" "No one. Just you." "Ooooh! I get the inside scoop, huh? So what is it you like about them?" "I dunno..." "Is it the soles? The painted toes?" When she said that, she drug them out like sooooooles and toooooes. "I don't know, I just like them I guess." "Ok, come over here." She patted the couch by her and scooted over to the arm. Just talking about all of this had me half hard again, bobbing back and forth as I walked. 

I sat down, and when I did she put her slippered feet in my lap. "Now, what are you going to do with these feet in your lap?" I couldn't even answer, I was just staring at them with my cock quickly growing to my full length again. "Do you want to rub them? Do you want to smell them?" Saying that, she lifted one up and rubbed her slipper against my nose. She could see I was really breathing hard now. "Maybe...you'd like to feel them against your cock." Letting her right slipper fall off she rubbed the underside of her toes against the top of my shaft. I bit my lip. Her slippers kept her feet HOT. "Maybe...you'd like to smell the inside of this slipper as my feet massage your cock." She bent over and pulled off her other slipper, putting it in my hand. I held the hole to my nose and took a deep breath. It smelled amazing...warm and sweaty, and I could tell she always wore them with bare feet. She wrapped her toes around my cock and started moving them back and forth. "Does it feel good? Do you like my toes rubbing your cock?" I let out a muffled "mmhmm" into her slipper. "Well how about this?" She pinched my head with her toes and rubbed her soft sole against the underside. My hair stood on end. "Just relax...just let those feet do all the work." She squeezed my shaft between her soles and started stroking me up and down. I kept my head back, breathing deeply into her slipper. Precum was rolling from my piss slit, lubing up her soles as she stroked. "Are you going to cum?" "Mmhmm." "You going to cover my feet with that thick load?" "Yeah...I'm gonna cum again." "Do it. Cum on my feet." She stroked me harder and my toes spread apart, shooting my second, equally as large load all over her bare feet. "Ooh...I've never felt that before...that feels good between my toes." Catching my breath I just nodded. She let me sit there for a minute and said "now how about you clean these up? I don't want cum inside my slippers." I walked over to the kitchen and got a couple more wet towels, getting all of the cum from her soles and between her toes. 

At that point I figured it was over, but then she said "ok, it's my turn again. I'm going to masturbate, and you're going to play with my feet." As she said this, she held her pink soles up to my face and wiggled her toes. I kind of shrugged, smiled and said said ok as I took them in my hands. She ran her finger up and down her slit as I rubbed my thumbs into her soles, taking a few seconds before rubbing my mouth against the pads of her toes. She closer her eyes and started rubbing her clit when I wrapped my lips around both her big toes. I ran my tongue between them and she moaned "mmm...keep doing that. It feels good." I dug my thumbs into her soles harder as I started sucking on her other toes, sliding my tongue between them. She started breathing harder, slowly spreading her toes apart as I licked them. When she started breathing like she was getting closer to cumming I started running my tongue up her sole, making her toes curl down tightly. She was frantically rubbing, getting closer and closer to her orgasm and I licked and sucked more. Her legs started kicking and her butt squirmed around; I held her foot tight and ran my tongue all over her toes and when she came she arched her back, letting out a low, bellowing "oh fuuuuck..." Her fingers squished around against her wet lips as she rode wave after wave of toe-curling cumming. Her orgasm seemed to go on for minutes before she relaxed and melted into the couch. She laid there rubbing her wet toes together, sliding her hands around on her pale belly. It wasn't long before she got herself up, saying she was going to take a shower and I should probably get dressed unless I wanted him seeing me naked too. She slid her feet back into her slippers and made her way off to the bathroom, the sun coming in bouncing off her sweaty back. I thought "wow...she really meant nothing would start between us." 

I put my clothes back on and grabbed another beer, and when she came back out he still wasn't back yet. She laid on the couch with her legs crossed, looking at her phone like nothing at all just happened. About 10 minutes later he walked in and asked if he we got to know each other. "Oh yeah, we watched each other masturbate." He stopped and said "...really?" "Yup. He sucked my toes and I gave him a footjob." My heart sank when she said that. I looked over at her and she didn't even glance away from her phone. "O...k." He then walked back to his room to get changed and I said "you needed to tell him that?" She looked over and shrugged, saying "why not? Not like you fucked me or anything." "Yeah...but the feet thing..." "Not really a big deal. Everybody has a fetish." At that point he came back and said we should get started since we're over 3 hours behind now. I slipped back into my sandals and followed him out to the deck. We started working with the washer and after a few minutes he said "so...feet?" I just got that kind of 'aw shucks' look on my face and said "yeah, I guess." He just shrugged and said "hmm. Cool." Back to washing. I guess he figured with everything I knew about him, a foot fetish wasn't exactly earth-shattering.

We were out there for a few hours and by the time we called it quits we were both wet and covered in old, splattered dirt. Not wanting to drive home like that, he told me there was another shower stall in the basement I could use to rinse off. I figured even with dirty clothes it was still better than I was. When I walked back inside she was on the couch taking a nap, laying face down, one bare foot hanging off the side, her slipper having fallen off. When I got downstairs I stripped down and started jerking off again, and in minutes having my third orgasm of the day. Cleaning up, I put on my clothes and headed back home. Before I even made it to my door I got a text from him, asking if I wanted to go to out for a few beers. His treat for helping him out all afternoon. I got changed and met him about a half hour later. While we were at the bar he kind of hinted around that she isn't seeing anyone right now, but I told him I don't think either of us are really looking right now. He asked me even after all of that, and I told him it was just something that happened. He kind of laughed and said ok, but I have to admit I have thought about that morning just about every time I've jerked off since then. I'm sure I'm going to for a while.