Janice's Naked Journal

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

Sunday, July 6, (not the actual date to protect the guilty -- me)

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

Sunday morning, Brian's alarm went off at 5:30, oh so early. I looked at him. He grinned, "Ready for another walk?"

I looked at him, "Seriously? Yes!" I bounced out of bed and we headed to the shower together. I wasn't expecting this. We finished our morning routines, then made large coffees in tall Yeti mugs. I hopped in his Hummer barefoot naked, with just my coffee and a bottle of water.

He drove to a residential area, pulling into the rounded end of a cul-de-sac in a condo community. He parked, "This is the other end of the Bay Trail section you walked. Along residences, the Bay, streets alongside the trail, under the San Mateo Bridge, and eventually end at that same marina. You're walking the entire stretch. Walk it, no running. It's almost ten miles, see you there."

I gave him a huge kiss, then hopped out of his car with my bottle of water. I watched him pull away. Once he was out of sight, I started my walk barefoot, naked, and feeling extra naked without my phone. The first bit was an inlet to the left, and curving around a grassy section on the right. The right side changed to a tall sound barrier wall along a freeway for a long stretch. At a bridge and sharp curve the wall ended and I realized I was naked beside the 101 and all those cars.

After a couple curves, I had apartments on the left and that narrow inlet to the right. It went like that a long ways, then it changed to big fine homes crowded together. I met a couple walking the other way, greeting them first. It's going to start soon, more and more people. As if it isn't exciting enough. I passed a soccer field and more houses, then bicyclists whistled and commented as they passed by, runners were heading towards me.

Then fancy condos and more condos as the inlet grew wider. More bicyclists from behind passing by me, a few runners heading the other way. I held up my water, "Morning guys." More houses, a park, more houses, then condos as the inlet made a huge turn towards the Bay in the distance. More runners coming my way, and a group coming up from behind, I had met them going the other way earlier. They whistled and one slowed to ask about getting my phone number. I giggled, "Already have a boyfriend. Sorry."

The condos changed to houses, the inlet ran into the Bay, and I was walking by the huge 'Foster City' sign. And the four lane street now ran right along the Bay Trail. Cars were passing by me, some honking. I'd wave, just glad there isn't a squad car pulling up beside me. That was doubtful, early on a Sunday morning. More runners and bicyclists, and a couple out for a leisurely walk.

That long stretch changed, the trail now a sidewalk, maybe three feet to the side of the street. There was just a bit of greenery and dirt between the street and me. Condos across the street and a beach park to my right, I could see the San Mateo Bridge in the distance. The number of runners by the beach park stretch was heavier. More cat call whistles and comments, probably up to my sixth phone number request by then.

Nothing but that thin strip of greenery along the street, condos then homes across the street. The beautiful Bay to my right, and not a place to hide on this whole walk so far. The street veered to the left as I was reaching the San Mateo bridge. A couple quick curves and I was under the bridge, out of sight for a short stretch. It was strange, no people walking or bicyclists near the bridge.

On the other side, was a big office park by the Trail as it followed the water's edge. Bicyclists started passing me by, then I met runners headed the other way along huge fuel tanks. The number of people was picking up again, and maybe three feet of bare dirt between the street and the Trail. Add cars honking to the mix during that short stretch.

The next long stretch went along the Bay, away from the street, going around Mariners Point Golf Course. I was relieved to be away from a street, just friendly runners and bicyclists. The sun was nice and warm now, this was a relaxing and scenic stretch of the walk. The next stretch was back along side the street. On the other side was marsh land, the Bay way off in the distance.

Crossing into San Mateo, the Trail went around a parking lot frequented by the bicyclists, then a bridge over a major inlet and another stretch alongside the street. When the Trail turned right along the water, I knew where I was, Seal Point Park. I followed the Trail along the water to the point, then continuing towards the fancy pedestrian Bridge and little park on the other side.

Once past the bridge, past the cat call whistles and comments from those on the bridge, I was home free. Just a few bicyclists along that last mile long stretch with no access, and the marina was coming into view. Getting to the roundabout I looked for Brian. I spotted his Hummer in a nearly empty parking lot to the right and headed that way.

I opened the door and hopped in. He smiled handing me a bottle of water, "You must have had a good time. Three and a half hours is a leisurely pace."

I smiled, those stretches right beside a street, they kept me on edge. But I had a great time, fantastic time. How long have you been waiting?"

He shook his head, "Not long. I was hoping to make you wait here. I shopped some duplicate toiletries and packed some clothes to keep at your place to spend weeknights there. Ready to kind of move me in?"

I gave him a huge passionate kiss, "So ready."

He smiled, "Let's pick up your car and stuff, and head to your place."

We made the drive back to his house, my telling him all about my walk. Once to his house, I put things back in my tote, grabbed it and my bag. I was ready. Brian had a couple bags packed and a stuffed hanging bag in the back of his Hummer. I got in his, 'my,' sports car, top down, and followed him to my place.

Pulling in the entrance, I noticed the fences were totally gone for rows one through four. They'd be working on my row tomorrow. I parked in my spot. Brian joined me walking up my walkway with his stuffed hanging bag. I followed him back out to his Hummer and grabbed the smaller of his bags, shopping bags, and carried them in.

I helped him with putting away, t-shirts, sweaters, polo shirts, shorts, socks, and boxers in my empty dresser. He started hanging jackets, shirts and slacks in my empty closet. I made what room I could in vanity drawers and on the vanity top. He even brought a couple robes.

Brian latched the sidewalk gate open as I poured us a couple glasses of wine, then we sat out at the patio table. We waved at neighbors passing by. I asked him, "How are you going to top today?"

He laughed, "You want me too?"

I leaned over and gave him a long passionate kiss, "I'm loving the challenge of it. And the excitement of getting caught naked by all those people."

He smiled, "I'll see what I can do."

We had a relaxed afternoon. I got a call from Evelyn. I answered, "Hi Evelyn."

She replied, "Hope you're having a great weekend? Amy call you, yet?"

*I'm not sure she has my number?" I replied, "Is there a rematch in the works?"

Evelyn chuckled, "Amy has arranged lunch and tennis at her club Tuesday, if you can make it?"

I thought for a few seconds. At a club, instead of Evelyn's home? But, this isn't the time to chicken out. I replied, "That sounds great!"

Evelyn replied, "Oh awesome. I'll make sure Amy gets you on the guest list."

After some more conversation, my phone beeped, "Gotta go, there's Amy calling."

I took the new call, hearing, "Up for some more tennis?"

"I just talked with Evelyn." I laughed, "Yeah. It's at a club?"

Any replied, "Private country club! You're good. It has golf, tennis, swimming, instructors and coaches, spa, restaurants and a bar at the clubhouse. Lunch at 1:00pm Tuesday. And I have a court reserved at 2:00 for the afternoon."

I replied, "I'll be there!"

After our call, my phone dinged with a text. Amy sent me the Country Club information.

Brian and I put together an easy spaghetti dinner. I have to get out for groceries for the week. After dinner I started putting together an order at Walmart. Brian suggested getting them delivered. I've never done that before. But with the little trunk on the sports car, it made sense. I sent my order in.

After getting up early this morning, and Brian having work tomorrow, we decided to call it a night. Brian finished his nighttime routine first, and turned down the bed. When I came out of the bathroom, he was under the covers with a big smile.

I slipped under the covers and snuggled up facing him, giving him a long passionate kiss. After a big smile, I gave him another long, deep passionate kiss, running my finger lightly up and down his shaft. He was gently squeezing my ass as we started another long passionate kiss. Then I rolled him onto his back. Lowering myself onto his hard dick, I started stroking him.

I was teasingly rocking and stroking, keeping it slow, letting his urges build, getting my waves building. I'd stop for a kiss, pick up the pace a bit, then stop for a kiss. From his groan and breathing, I knew he was close. I slowed to tease him a bit, as I was ready to go over the edge.

Then with a deep groan, He erupted, blasting shot after shot of hot cum deep inside me. I went over the edge with a massive orgasm, then collapsed over him, catching my breath.

Monday morning, after making coffee and our morning routines, Brian laughed, "What flavor Pop-Tarts?" He put my Pop-Tarts in the toaster?

After he left, I setup my tablet outside at the patio table to add notes to this piece, then continued editing a larger story. I write for fun and as a memory exercise. Editing is so slow and tedious. I have to take my time, and I still miss things.

Getting close to 10:00am, a couple guys came up to the open double gate, surprised by my being naked. One smiled, "Excuse me. We're about to remove your fence. Gonna be kinda noisy and some saw dust."

I smiled, as a third guy arrived, I said to them, "Good riddance to that fence. You guys want a water?"

They shook their heads, a guy saying, "We've got coolers. Thank you, though." Another guy plugged in a cord, and started cutting a panel along the side of a post, another holding it in place. As the guy started on the other end of the panel, the third guy started holding that end of the panel. The panel cut off, the two guys carried it off.

Then the next panel on the other side of the double gate came down. As it was carried off, the guy put down his saw and unscrewed the gate panels to be carried off. That whole side, except for posts, was open to the parking lot and street behind.

Working their way down the long side, panel by panel, my space was really opening up. I called Brian's landscaping guy, looking to meet with him about arches and walkways before they start planting shrubs around the soon to be extended stone terrace. He's going to come sometime late afternoon.

The guys finished removing the rest of the panels, only posts remained. It made for a really open feeling. It seemed to take longer at my place than others, maybe because I was a distraction at the patio table naked? Then they started on Roger's fence next door.

Early afternoon, just after Walmart delivered my groceries, another crew showed up. They had a little loader. Using a chain, they used the loader to quickly lift the fence posts, concrete attached, out of the ground. I sat out at my table and watched the posts disappear.

Then they marked the boundaries of the terrace extension. They used the loader to remove the turf, dirt and pine straw, enough to install the sand and terrace stone. The guys smiled and waved as they moved to Roger's place next door. The fence panel guys were almost done with the other side, across the main walkway. They just had the fencing of two more unit's to remove to finish our main walkway.

The landscape guy walked up, "Hello!"

I smiled, "C'mon in."

He walked over and shook my hand, "I see your terrace is growing. What are you thinking?"

I smiled, "Well, I keep overthinking things. But, I like my Bougainvillea plants. For them, I was thinking like arches over walkway entrances, three of them. Then, the plan is, the association will plant their four foot tall hedges."

He looked around, "I see you have six of them in huge pots. They'd probably prefer more room for their roots." He walked back to the walkway he installed, "So an archway, teak wood, and maybe a hardscape planter on each side, blocks that match the walkway?"

He pulled up a couple pictures of teak wood arches on his phone, and one he installed with the short raised block planters on each side. I smiled, "Yeah. I like that, with the natural wood. Does it come in a wider size?"

He nodded, "The way they assemble, you can add flat sections in the center of the arch. Make it work with a six foot walkway, even for an eight or nine foot grand walkway. You mentioned three walkways?"

I nodded, "Add another three foot wide walkway to my shared sidewalk, opposite the one you installed. Then, along the main walkway, center an nine foot wide walkway."

He smiled, "And a planter on each side of the arches. They've started stonework down at the first row. I'll get a measurement, and send you a quote in the morning."

I smiled, "What if we did all the rest of the perimeter in the raised planter beds, so they don't plant any shrubs, like, no hedge? I love this open look."

He nodded, "I'll quote it this way, and a quote like you asked, each with a selection of flowering perennials."

After he left I started putting together a dinner for tonight, getting it ready to put in the oven. Then, back to my patio table. I'm enjoying being able to wave and say 'Hi!' to my neighbors as they go up and down the main walkway. I did some more writing while trying to decide on whether to plant hedge sections or not.

I figured Brian would run late on a Monday. But his commute is shorter to my place, he arrived about 6:30pm. He came up my walkway, grinning "The fence is gone."

I grinned, standing to give him a long kiss, "I know, It's so open. I love it." Brian went to change as I put dinner in the oven. I poured a couple glasses of wine.

He joined me out at the patio table, "No hedges, huh? Raised planter beds all the way around with arches?"

I grinned, "How did you know?" I looked at him, "Ohh, you two have been talking, huh?"

Brian nodded, with a smile, "Gave him the go ahead while driving. Yeah, no hedges. I want to show you off." He pointed towards the street, "I spotted you between the parked cars as I was approaching the entrance."

I chuckled nodding, "Yeah, everyone walking the sidewalk can see me too. So, how was your day?" Then asked, "But, how much is all that extra raised planter going to cost me?"

He grinned, "We decided on the eight inch high planters, like he showed you. I've got it covered. It's a way to pitch in around here."

I shook my head, "Too much though." I pointed at his Audi sports car, "I'm already riding in that expensive car."

He smiled, "Had the top down yet?" I shook my head. He winked, "You're supposed to drive it with the top down so people see you. Have fun with it."

I interrupted him, grinning, "Top down from now on."

He nodded. "That's the way to arrive at the County Club tomorrow, and anywhere else you're going. Just like your walks."

I giggled, "Yeah. I get it."

After a bit we headed in to the kitchen. I took my shrimp and chicken paella dinner out of the oven to plate our dinners. Brian topped off our wine glasses, grabbed the silverware and stuff. As we sat down outside, "I haven't made this recipe in a long time. I hope it turned out okay."

It did, and Brian really enjoyed it. We sat out at the table, admiring the new openness and took our time with dinner, a second glass of wine. After dinner, the kitchen back in order, we headed back out for the evening. One couple stopped to visit, otherwise I was shopping patio furniture on Amazon.

Before heading in, Brian looked at me, "With tennis tomorrow, I've put together a little surprise for dinner."

I smiled, "Not a hint?"

He shook his head, "I know you'll enjoy it."

We closed up the patio doors. It's different in the evenings with the fence gone. My place, the great room, the wall of glass is totally open all the time now. But I still don't want shades or anything. Lights were off in the great room, except the under cabinet lighting in the kitchen, We headed to the privacy of the bedroom. Our nighttime routines done, we hopped in bed to call it a night.

I teased him a bit, getting him hard. Looking at him, "Not a hint about the dinner plans?"

He shook his head. Straddling him, I continued teasing him, rubbing the tip of his dick up and down my pussy lips. I gave him a long passionate kiss, "Not a little hint?" He shook his head again.

I was ready for, and wanting his dick. I lowered myself slowly taking in his dick, resigning myself to the fact, Brian wasn't going to give me a hint. Maybe that made the sex a bit hotter, my orgasm was immense. I collapsed over him, us breathing heavily, "A little hint?"

He chuckled between deep breaths, grabbing my ass, "You'll find out tomorrow." We shared another kiss as we curled up tight together, drifting off to sleep.

Tuesday morning I headed to the kitchen to make mugs of coffee. Then I joined Brian in the bathroom, his coffee ready when he stepped out of the shower. I stepped in my little shower as he finished getting ready for work. After drying off, I joined him in the kitchen. He was dressed and ready for work. We shared a long kiss, then he reminded me, "Top down."

I laughed, "Top down on the car from now on. I promise."

After finishing getting ready for the day, I did some general cleaning of the condo before heading outside with my tablet. I spent time continuing the editing of a big piece, and updating this piece. I packed up at noon, then made sure my hair and makeup were just right.

Grabbing my tennis bag, I headed out. Address in the GPS, the car directed me to the Country Club. It was so different with the top down in the low car. Instead of feeling like I was wearing the car, I felt more like I was sitting naked on a skateboard. Being on edge kept me focused while driving, waving at people stopped at traffic lights.

Pulling in the gate, the main country club building was gorgeous. The landscaping was beautiful, elaborate and colorful. As I was getting parked, Amy spotted me pulling in the parking area and greeted me, "Hi! Ready for this?"

I nodded, "I think so."

Amy pointed, "We're going around to the pro shop, the patio dining area. The club is letting us try this, you naked, before going in the main clubhouse, maybe another day."

I nodded, "Totally understand."

We walked around, by the first tee to the pro shop. Through the pro shop, a pro behind the counter nodded to Amy, smiling at us, then we exited to the casual outdoor dining patio.

The stone terrace with all the fancy wrought iron tables and chairs, big umbrellas and comfy cushions, was busy. Guys in suits, most the others dressed for golf. There were a lot of women in tennis dresses, a few dressed for business lunches. I didn't have my Brian and my heart was pounding.

Heads did start to turn my way, for a glance, or a peek, trying to act respectful. We spotted Evelyn and Helen at a table, kind of in the center of the huge terrace. Like the high dollar charity dinner, these people mostly smiled politely as I passed by their tables with Amy at my side. No problems so far.

Amy and I joined them, taking seats at their table. I could calm down a bit once seated. We started talking, catching up since we were last together. A waitress took our drink orders, just sparkling water with lime before tennis. We continued talking while looking at today's lunch menu. I ordered a salad with grilled chicken added.