Taking a shower while the bathroom door was fixed, and other random thoughts

This will cover many things.

First, to all my readers, I apologize that I have not been around. Everything is okay, I have just been busy and focused on other things, not to mention not really feeling all that frisky lately. Hey, it happens, even to me.

So first, let me paint you a little picture of what happened last week.

We have a glass door in our bathroom. Well, this door shattered. No worries, no glass all over. It has two pieces of glass on either side that held the middle glass in. So, no glass everywhere, but of course we were worried that if an outside piece broke, we would end up with a bathroom full of glass.

I think I said glass too much...anyways.

So, we asked our landlord to have it replaced. Last week, two men came over to replace it.

So, what was exciting about it? Well, me being me, I was in a frisky mood. I wrapped myself up in a bath robe and waited for them to show up for the scheduled replacement. See, I heard your ideas before, and decided to try one.

When they arrived, I greeted them wearing a robe and nothing else. While they were in there replacing the door, I told them I needed to shower so I wasn't late for something. They didn't object, but then again, I am not sure they understood what I was trying to tell them. Language barrier and all...

I walked past them into the bathroom and took off my robe. I saw them behind me in the mirror, and I thought they would explode. I barely kept myself from bursting out laughing.

So, I proceeded to take a shower, with the two men staring, then trying not to stare. I can still see their faces.

They were professional, and didn't try anything, but they couldn't help themselves.

It was a normal, boring shower, except for two complete strangers being in the same bathroom. I was shaking so bad I thought they couldn't help but notice.

After, I went in the bedroom (The bathroom is the master bath, so you walk through the bedroom to get to the bathroom) and spent a while getting ready. After, I went in the living room and just played with my son. Guess they probably figured out I didn't need to be anywhere in a hurry. I caught a few snippets of their conversation, and what I could understand made me want to slap them and blush at the same time.

Anyways, it was intoxicating. But, it also made me think. Could you imagine being so open with your body and sexuality that you would do things like answer the door naked? Or have sex while in the same room as a house guest? I can imagine inviting my friend over to hang out, and being bent over the chair, my husband thrusting in me, while I carry on a conversation. But what about the opposite? Go over to someone's house, and when they tell you to make yourself comfortable, you take off all your clothes.

I know that I think different, that my views on sex have been warped, but to me, it wouldn't be a big deal. Then again, it seems like most guys think if a woman is naked or sexual in any way around them, then they need to partake. Most women just freak out. But, imagine if someone was open enough that they could live like that, and not really take societies negative views of sex. Imagine if they had the kind of friends, family, where I can let my husband eat me out while we sit down to a nice dinner.

For some reason, it just turns me on, thinking about sexual behavior in mundane situations involving other people. I have my own limits, and I wouldn't want those crossed, but imagine a nude Friday at work. Going to class in nothing but my panties. Or going to a meeting where I am only wearing a skirt, and no top. Or maybe a top, and no bottom.

Where I don't feel like getting dressed up, so I go for a walk without clothes (and without being raped or arrested).

For some reason, I cannot get these images out of my head. What do you guys think?


"Come in, the door is open!" I yelled at the front door.

She comes in, greeted by the sight of me and my husband having sex. She doesn't even blink an eye at the sight.

"Hey Jennie. Sorry, we were expecting you later. My husband was in the middle of teaching me this new technique he learned."

"No problem. You two just keep going, we can talk while you finish."

He pushes his penis deep inside me again,

"So, did you hear about the smoke coming from the other building?" Jennie asks, while my husband speeds up his thrusts.

"No, what happened?" My eyes go round as he hits my cervix, "Ouch! Don't do that. Slow down."

He slows down as Jennie continues talking, looking me in the eyes. "Well, there was smoke flooding the whole floor, and they said it was not regular smoke, but more like chemical smoke."

She looks over and sees what my husband is doing. "Try pulling out more, make the thrusts longer, instead of so short."

He nods and adjusts his technique. Yes, that was much better, sending shivers up and down my spine as the entire length of his penis rubs against my vaginal lips. "You think they were making drugs?" I ask her.

His hand reaches up and grabs my hair, pulling my head backwards. Jannie winces a little. "No worries, he knows how far to pull without hurting me. Here, let him try you."

She nods, and I move away from him, leaving his hard penis exposed, glistening with my juices.

She positions herself over the chair, where I was, and he grabs a handful of hair.

"See," I tell her, "it may look a bit painful, but he is good at knowing just how far back to pull without killing my neck."

She nods and he lets go. She goes back to the couch while we re-position. Once he enters my pussy, our conversation resumes.

"It might be. I know the called the police. They couldn't find the owner either."

I reach back and pat my husband's thigh. "Okay, finish up. We are going soon and need to get ready." I look back at Jennie. "You look a little sweaty. Want to take a quick shower?"

She nods and starts undressing. "A cool shower sounds great to me."

I nod in understanding as she finishes taking off all her clothes. "So, what happened with the police," I ask her.

"Oh, I am not sure. They are still there. I guess they finally found the owner."

"I guess we will see once they finish," I say, just as I feel my husband's penis twitch inside me, his hot cum filling me.

"Okay, he is all done. Lets go shower up and then we can head out." I take her hand and we go to the bathroom, ready to clean off the sweat from heat and sex.