Janice's Naked Journal

** All characters mentioned or named in this story are 18+ years old. **

Sunday, June 22, (not the actual date to protect the guilty - me)

Hi, my readers and fans! More reality today. More naked research.

After last Thursday's date, I wondered after Brian left, if he'd call again or not. Was I too weird to deal with? I didn't have to wait long, he called me during his drive to work from my place Friday morning, ten minutes after he left. I answered, "Hi?"

He replied, "Hi. How about joining me, my place Sunday? I'm having a yard party kinda thing at my house. Most the people from the office and their significant others. Wine, cocktails and a barbecue dinner. I do this every year. All four of us senior partners do at various times of the year. A chance to just let loose, socialize and bond. It'd be the first time for me to have a someone with me."

I excitedly, "I'd love that."

So, now here it is, Sunday morning. I'm up early. He said he was going to pick me up about 9:00 in the morning, and I figured it'd be a good idea to pack an overnight tote. There'll be drinking, and I'll be horny. A good shower and a thorough shave to look my best. I spent a little extra time on my hair and makeup.

Brian arrived a bit before 9:00. I opened the door and he grinned, "You look so gorgeous." Wearing khakis and a button down shirt with casual Italian shoes, he looked awesome without being in an intimidating suit. We shared a long kiss. I smiled, "I hope I don't embarrass you with your co-workers."

He shook his head, "You can't possibly."

I grabbed my bag and travel tote and locked up. We walked out to the parking lot together. Parallel parked in visitor's was his car, one of those huge new electric Hummers. He opened the door for me, pointing out the handle to pull my self up into the seat.

We rode to his home in a large older elite neighborhood with larger lots, some with acreage backing up to dedicated green spaces. Brian pulled into a drive, leading up to a large custom contemporary home. Lots of wood, glass and flying roof lines. Parked off to the side were two large commercial white vans from a catering company. Guys were unloading stuff and carrying it around back.

Brian swung around to his garage, his four car garage, and pulled in. Getting out, I stepped around to check out the other vehicles. I saw the fancy Ford pickup he had at the oil change place. I saw a small red Audi convertible, and a really old nice looking Porsche. Then I followed him into the mud room. Laundry room to one side, Huge pantry to the other, then walk through into the kitchen. Greatly remodeled, with a huge island, all top of the line appliances, I'm sure any chef would be happy.

The rest of the house was more original. Wood walls, glass exterior walls, wood ceilings, large beams, big open spaces, it's an amazing home. He showed me the bedrooms. Getting to the master, I set my bag and tote on the bed. Then from the family room, through huge glass sliding doors, we headed out to his terrace and back yard. It was huge, a few large trees and lots of privacy.

There was a crew setting up a big tent, tables and chairs for the office get-together. Another was setting up a huge, tow along grill, a long set of serving tables. On the other end of the tent, more long tables made a bar area. The seating was ten round tables, each seating eight. I looked at Brian, "Are you sure, looks like, all those chairs, lots of people, so many people, you work with them." I took a breath, "Should I be here?

He took me in his arms, "Slow that brain of yours down. Relax." He just held me, "Better?"

Yeah, I was spinning, but felt better, "Yeah."

He kept holding me as his phone rang. He listened then said, "Yeah. Go ahead with the compacted substrate. Thanks."

The bartender, kinda setup at his station asked us, "Can I offer you two a beverage?" I looked at Brian. He smiled, "A Bloody Mary would be great."

I held up two fingers. He smiled and nodded. It didn't take long, he handed us our drinks. No staring at me or anything. He acted like as I would've expected him to with a dressed guest. That helped.

Then we went to check out the huge charcoal fired grill, with a big rack hanging in the hood, and a gas fired griddle and burner for pots combo. They were stoking the charcoal and adding wood, showing us how they can add more and work it around through service doors in back.

They had huge ribeye steaks and chicken breasts to put on the grill, corn on the cob to go in a big pot, and pre-cut small red potatoes for the griddle. They brought prepared potato salad and macaroni salad to serve as additional sides. The refrigerated cart also had appetizers and desserts ready to serve.

About 1:00, one couple, then another, and another showed up at the front door, letting themselves in. They joined us in the backyard. These were his partners in the firm and their wives. They were older than Brian, for the most part, in their 40's. One of the wives, Cindy, was mid-twenties, my age. Her husband, I guessed was pushing fifty.

They came early so Brian could introduce them to me, to meet me before things get busy. It gave me, me and Brian, time to explain my sometimes communication issues. We discussed my nudity, an extension of my writing, wanting to experience what my character feels. They listened with seemingly serious interest. I felt like I mattered to them. I really like them.

For the most part, he kept his arm around me which helped. Especially while explaining my nudity, he'd jump in and help, usually through humor, "I mean, who would complain?" I had a second drink for that hour or so. Then others started showing up after 2:00. It was one introduction after another. I heard several times, "So, you're the one that caught Brian?" Or, "I see how you took our reclusive bachelor off the available list."

People kept coming, greeting the other partners too. But since the event was at Brian's home, we were the main focus. Brian kept his arm around me until maybe half the guests had arrived. I was sorta pulled away by a group of the women to visit the bar and talk away from the men.

I think it helped that through the different conversations, the same questions would be repeated, making it easier to answer without my replies appearing scattered I felt I was holding my own. It helped they were all extremely friendly to the girlfriend of one of their bosses.

I periodically looked at Brian, keeping track of where my lifeboat is. I'd smile his way and he'd wink my way. He had more confidence in me than I did.

When it came time to be seated for the dinner, it was a buffet line kinda thing. The partners were served first, appetizers placed on the table, Brian and I following the others first to the grill for our choice of meats, level of cook on the steak if chosen. The steaks were huge, so I chose chicken. Then down the buffet the crew served our choice of sides to our plate.

The partners table was the closest to the bar at the other end of the tent. It was good to be with the ones I knew and felt most comfortable with. The folding hard plastic chair, shaded by the tent, though, was cold on my bare ass. As we were being seated, the crew started bringing out glasses of wine, first to us, then all the other tables.

The conversation was easier with this group. Brian was by my side, and I have spent more time with them. They knew more about me. Along with Brian and the great food, it made for a great dinner. As they were going table by table gathering plates after dinner, they also rolled up a cart with a selection of desserts to choose from.

After the dinner, the bar was busy serving after dinner drinks and people continued with conversations, mingling from one couple or group to another. After 9:00, as the evening air cooled, guests started slowly saying goodnight, heading home. The crew packed up the leftover food and drink. By 9:30 the huge grill was gone and the furniture and tent were getting packed up. Shortly before 10:00. It was just me and Brian in his house, as the crew were finishing outside.

Brian asked as we were watching the backyard activity from the kitchen, "I was hoping you would spend the night?"

I grinned, "Ohh, I planned on it.

Brian got the biggest grin on his face, "I thought we'd have dinner here tomorrow before taking you home. What do you think?"

I hugged him, "Yeah, I can cook, have dinner ready. Kinda weird being here, alone without my car."

He stepped into the mud room and returned with keys, "Feel free to use the truck if you have somewhere to go." Then he texted me the code to unlock the front door, "You won't be alone. The cleaning crew will be here part of the day. They take care of everything, including the laundry. I just have dry cleaning to pick up."

I blurted out without thinking, "I can do that."

He looked at me, "If you pull up to the place and decide you can't, don't." He took the ticket out of his wallet, it had the name, address on it."

I nodded, "I'll scope it out first."

He took my hand as we headed back to the master bedroom. I made myself at home in the master bath, taking the second sink he hadn't been using. I could hear Brian turning down the bed. Then he joined me in the bathroom. I finished my nighttime routine, then knowing he's watching, I went through the double doors. The closet was huge. A big island with drawers on both sides in the center, with furniture grade shelves and hanging racks on three sides. I step out, back in the bathroom, "Your master is bigger than my condo."

He chuckled, "Yeah. This house is way bigger than I was looking for, but I love the privacy and the interior spaces. Like that crazy round fireplace in the family room. How often do you see stuff like that?"

I walked by him on the way back out to the bedroom. I yanked his boxers down. He laughed, "Got the hint." He finished up a few minutes later. I was laying on top of the bed, on my side in a sexy pose, facing the bathroom as he came out to the bedroom. He smiled, "Wow! Never would've even dreamed."

He laid beside me and we talked about the day, which people I remember and what I thought of them. He talked about the house, work he had done since buying it. It was a awhile before he decided it was his turn to get things started with a kiss and a hand on my ass. I put my hand behind his head to hold onto that kiss.

The huge house, the obvious difference in money, weighed on me until that kiss with him in his bed. That next kiss, not being home no longer mattered. That was confirmed with the next kiss. It felt so good when he entered me, and I was so ready. One long, but slow gentle stroke, he felt so good inside of me. Nothing occupied my mind but him, that next kiss, and the waves of pleasure making everything else go away.

I was getting so close, moaning, arching my back and breathing heavily. He slows down when he gets close, getting an earful. My orgasm so intense I lost restraint. He stopped breathing with a log grunt, his back arched as he blasted his cum deep inside me.

Monday, June 23

I woke up early, when the alarm went off on his phone. I wasn't missing the opportunity to shower with him. He was a bit shy, obviously a new thing for him. I just had to offer to wash his back, and he got the idea. After our morning routines and coffee together, he was off to his office.

I got on my tablet to look up the cleaners. It wasn't far, once I make it to the El Camino, it's on a corner three blocks down. I know the little place, sitting by itself, with the big hanger shaped sign. That trip I'll do during a quiet hour.

About 9:00, a van pulled up and four women entered the house. The cleaning crew, they brought their own cleaning supplies and equipment. They acknowledged me, but got right to work, cleaning like crazy. This felt like the right time to pick up Brian's dry cleaning.

I grabbed the ticket and the keys and headed to the garage. His truck is a huge Ford F250, big, loaded and practically new. After adjusting the seat and mirrors I started to back out, the mirror so close to the garage door frame. I made my way out of the neighborhood, then made the right turn. Three blocks down, I turned into the parking lot a couple spaces from the front door. The busy boulevard in the rear view mirror.

I waited for one customer at the counter to leave. After he pulled out of the parking lot, I climbed out of the truck and headed in. The woman at the counter asked, "Are you okay?"

I snickered, "Ohh yeah, I just don't like wearing clothes. I'm here to pickup my boyfriend's dry cleaning." I handed her the ticket. She looked at me, "Ahh, Mr. Brian. Just a minute."

She returned with a bunch of slacks and shirts, all on hangers. She ran my debit card, and after telling her, "Thank you," I headed out to the truck. A little mission, but it was fun. I carefully pulled out the side street towards the boulevard to catch the left turn light. I retraced my route to get back to the house and carefully pulled the truck into the garage. I got out once to see if I could pull forward more, if the garage door would shut.

I carried the dry cleaning in and hung everything up together still in the plastic bag.

The cleaning crew was wrapping things up. I started looking through the fridge. Chicken breasts will work. Broccoli, summer squash and baking potatoes will make for a great meal. That done, now I felt alone. I felt how empty that big house was without Brian, or the cleaning crew making noise. I grabbed my tablet from my tote and started making notes for the writing of this piece.

I started on dinner a little after 4:00, figuring his Monday could run late. I had to do some searching in that huge kitchen, looking for utensils and cookware. But, by the time Brian arrived, Dinner was nearly ready, just the vegetables to steam, potatoes and chicken nearly done in the oven.

He walked in the kitchen, "Hi. How was your day?"

Then we shared a little kiss before I answered, "Great. Really different."

He nodded, giving me a hug, "Different place, different from your routine, huh?"

"Yeah." I smiled, "The cleaning crew kept the house active. Then I made friends with your truck, and went for the dry cleaning. It was after I figured out what to make for dinner, I felt out of place." I held onto that hug, "Maybe Wednesday, dinner at my place? Maybe stay the night?"

Brian smiled, "I'll be there." He paused, "I'm going to change out of this suit."

He returned from the bedroom in a golf shirt and shorts. The vegetables steaming, I pulled the chicken and potatoes out of the oven. He pulled out plates and stuff, and poured a couple glasses of wine. I plated dinner, then we sat in the breakfast area, overlooking the backyard.

After dinner and cleaning up the kitchen, I gathered my stuff. I was ready to get back to home territory. Pulling up to my place, he parallel parked across from my car. That's when I saw it. There was a new stone paver walkway from the parking lot to my open gate and patio. I looked at Brian, "You had this done for me?"

He smiled, "Leaving your place naked, you can get to your car quicker."

I hopped out of his Hummer with my stuff and quickly went to the walkway, standing in the center, "I love this. Thank you!" I gave him a kiss, "I've thought of this so many times. It's perfect."

After unlocking a patio door, we went inside. I put my stuff in the bedroom, then in the kitchen, I asked, "Can you stay awhile? Glass of wine?"

He nodded, "I'd love too. More comfortable at home, huh?"

I smiled, "Yeah. I mean, love your home. I just gotta get used to it, especially alone. I felt like I was snooping, looking for stuff in the kitchen. I will, in time?" I poured a couple glasses of wine and we went out to my table, the covered patio. I could admire my walkway, the view out my open gate.

Brian asked, "It's your secure naked spot to write you miss at my place, huh?"

I nodded, "Yeah. Naked outside, covered for rain and to keep sun off my screen. My heater, and the heat goes through this mesh table." I paused, "My other cozy spot is my bed?"

Brian snickered, "Subtle suggestion?"

I got up and took his hand, "Not so subtle." He followed me into my bedroom where I started removing his clothes. It was much easier this time, him not wearing a suit. Then we turned down the bed and slipped under the covers. We talked and kissed for a bit. Then there was more kissing, serious kissing, passionate kissing and his hard dick pressing against me.

I was so ready as he rolled me on my back. As he hovered over me, I wrapped my legs around him as he started entering me, pulling him in. I wanted this. He was firm in his strokes, but slow, teasingly slow at first, pausing between strokes. My waves of pleasure building, I would moan lightly with each long firm stroke as I got closer to the edge. Then he picked up the pace, with his own groan, arching his back as I bucked up to meet his strokes.

I let out a loud high pitched moan until I was out of air. I had a huge orgasm as Brian's groan grew deep, erupting, blasting his hot cum deep inside me. We laid side by side catching our breath. Then I turned on my side, facing him, "See, cozy spot."

He smiled, turning to face me, listening to me as I feel asleep. At some point, he pulled the covers up and after getting out of the bed, dressed and headed home.

Okay my readers, back to my editing an older story I found, a happy exhibitionist story. Ready to plan something for another naked research day. Ideas anyone?

Thanks for reading everyone. Love my readers and fans -- Janice