Sweat Equity

It had to be one of the hottest days of the summer. It was also the week that I was moving and had to get everything I had in storage ready for the big move. I had stored a lot of my stuff in a storage facility while I lived with friends for a short time. I packed everything in there and didn’t give much thought to how it was organized. I was going to move into my new place in phases. I was going to move the essentials first, and come back for the rest a little at a time. I couldn’t afford a moving company and was going to do the move myself with the help of some friends.

It was an outdoor storage facility with no climate control. If it was cold outside, it was cold inside. In the middle of August, the air inside the storage unit was as hot as the air outside. My storage unit was on the backside. It faced a fence that separated the facility from an area overgrown with trees and weeds. You could barely see the trains passing on the tracks just beyond the twisted tangle of vegetation.

After I started the work of sorting and stacking boxes, it didn’t take long until I was soaked with sweat. It was a miserable feeling. There was only one way I could continue to work. The clothes had to go. As you know, I’m a nudist, soI had no problem stripping down. I’m most comfortable that way. It was a Sunday and the office was closed. I knew there wouldn’t be any workers on golf carts cruising by. But I was still in a vulnerable position.  With all the other units at the facility, I had no idea if one of the other tenants would pass by. There were units on either side of mine. I would have no idea they were there until I saw them. But I was willing to take the risk and my clothes were off.

To give myself a little bit of protection, I stacked some boxes up at the front of the unit. They were just high enough so that I could see over them. But if anyone drove past, they wouldn’t see that I was nude. I left a space wide enough for me to get through in case I needed to go to my car, which was parked by the entrance. This way, I could complete my work in relative comfort. I figured I would be there at least an hour, maybe longer.

I got to work and began the process of sorting the boxes. What I was moving first was stacked in the front. The things I could live without for a while were carried to the back. Once I got into a rhythm I was in my own world. I heard a train pass by and took a break to watch it for a minute or two. It was perfect. While it was unbelievably hot, I enjoyed the quiet. Occasionally a breeze would blow in providing a bit of comfort. With no real distractions, I was focused on the task at hand.

The one thing I was hoping wouldn’t happen did happen. I was standing by the boxes I stacked up in front of my unit when a woman walked around the corner. I wasn’t expecting it, so it was a surprise. The stack of boxes between us were almost chest high. She stood outside of the entrance. I figured as far as she knew, I was working without a shirt. She introduced herself and asked if I could help her with some heavy boxes. I told her I would be happy to help. We chatted a bit. It was a unique experience with me standing there nude and her fully clothed. But we were both sweating like crazy. Before she left, she said “I admire the way you’ve adapted to the heat and I don’t mind… but you better put something on before helping me out.”

I was in shock. I thought I was well hidden, but apparently not. I slipped into my shirt and shorts before walking over to help her out. It took me a quick minute or two to get dressed and walk down to her unit. By the time I arrived, I was shocked again. The woman who had asked for my help was now standing in her unit nude. The only thing she was wearing were her flip-flops.

“I got to thinking about it as I walked back” she said. “You have the right idea for a day like this and your dress code is way more comfortable.” Her name was Nancy and she invited me to get out of my sweaty clothes. She apologized for making me get dressed to come help her. Nancy told me if she had thought about it, getting dressed wasn’t necessary. She said the manager told her the security cameras were down and would be fixed the next Monday. The manager said there would be more frequent patrols around the storage units, but so far, Nancy hadn’t seen any and neither had I.

It wasn’t long until we were both nude and working at moving boxes. When I told her what I was doing, she thought it was a good idea and decided to do some organizing of her own. I was happy to help. The only thing was that while I built up a barrier to block the view from anyone passing by, Nancy did not. If someone did pass by, there was no place to hide. We worked hard and worked up quite a sweat. The summer heat was amplified inside of the storage units. We were both dripping with sweat and frequently took breaks to catch what little breeze there was outside of the storage units. It was fun helping Nancy out and getting to know her. She was divorced and she too was getting ready to move. Nancy was heading out of town though. She said she really appreciated my help. Nancy also said she felt she needed to repay me in some way. I told I was happy to help and that I didn’t need any help with my storage unit. She said that’s not what she had in mind.

Nancy walked over to me and began touching my cock and balls. She said “I thought you might enjoy some help with this.” I didn’t know what to think. I told her I didn’t have any protection. Nancy said she didn’t either and it wasn’t necessary. She said while sex would definitely be fun, it would likely derail her plans for the afternoon. “We both worked up quite a sweat,” she said. “I have an idea on how to make it pay off in a pleasurable way.”

She was still caressing my cock and it was responding to her touch. As we stood there and talked, it grew harder by the second. Nancy walked over and got an old office chair and brought it back over to me. She sat down and adjusted the height. She sat there and continued to stroke my cock. “Let me know how this feels” she said.

Nancy then slid my sweaty cock between her sweaty tits. She sat there are began moving her breasts up and down along my shaft. My cock fit nicely in her cleavage and it indeed felt very good. Again, I told her this wasn’t necessary. She said it was and that was the last of my protests. I really didn’t want her to stop any way. I was just trying to be nice.

This was the best kind of sweat equity that I could ever imagine. While she started out doing most of the work, it wasn’t long before I was also humping along and we found our rhythm. Of course, any physical activity in the heat of the storage unit produced even more sweat. Things were going quite well as I looked down at her smiling face and watched my cock glide between her tits. Of course, in the back of my mind I was thinking about the open door. Again, we were completely exposed. Anyone passing by would clearly see what we were doing. But if Nancy was fine with it, so was I. I wasn’t going to do anything that might bring this pleasure to an abrupt halt. Besides, I’ve had sex in public places before. The danger of getting caught added to the excitement.

Nancy said “We need to pick up the pace. I don’t want to stop, but I still have a lot to get done today.” She stopped and got up. She walked over to a box and brought back a bottle of baby oil. I asked if she wanted to get a towel too. Nancy said no. She didn’t have one and didn’t feel like looking for one. “You can cum on my tits. I’m going straight home to shower any way. My shirt is already soaked with sweat. Some cum won’t make any difference.”

As Nancy sat down, she poured some of the oil on her tits and on my stiff cock. It felt nice and cool. But it only heightened the sexual tension I was feeling. Again, Nancy slid my cock into her cleavage and I was now gliding effortlessly again between her tits. She was now letting me set the pace. Nancy leaned back to give me a better angle and I was all in.

I was humping her chest for all I was worth. I was sweating even more now and my breathing was heavy. As much as I wanted to edge this for all it was worth, I also knew Nancy had other things to do. I looked down and saw the head of my oiled cock popping up between her breasts. I was hard as a rock and the head of my cock was a glistening purple. It wouldn’t be long now.

Within minutes I began humping at a furious pace. I could feel the orgasm building inside of me. Nancy remained quiet. She just let me pleasure myself. It felt so good. That morning, I didn’t look forward to the work I had to do in my storage unit, but now I was so glad I decided to do it. My body was tensing up. I continued to pump away before I finally exploded.

Nancy tried to bury my cock in her cleavage, but it was no use. I looked down to see my cum spurting through the cleavage. I was still humping so the head of my cock was now free from her breasts and covering her tits and throat with my juice. Nancy tilted her head back. She was clearly trying to keep my spunk off her face. Everything from her chin down through was thoroughly coated.

I was spent. Once I was done Nancy freed my limp cock from her breasts. I was breathing hard but we were both smiling. Thanks again she said. I said, “No. Thank you! That was great and totally unexpected.” Something else unexpected happened just then. The manager, Tess, drove by on her golf cart. We watched her go speeding by but then a second later she pulled up in front of Nancy’s unit. Nancy was standing there wearing only flip-flops with my cum dripping down her chest. I was completely nude with my cock coated in oil and cum too. I was good friends with Tess and apparently Nancy knew her well too. Once the shock left her face, she let out a little laugh. “It looks like it got a lot hotter in there than in the other units! I wish I started my rounds a little sooner!” Tess never forgot about it though which led to another story for another time.