My Barbershop Experience - Opowiadania Erotyczne

My Barbershop Experience

... units surrounding the pool. Tony punched a security code number that unlocked the door and the doors slid open. As he stepped inside, right there in the lobby, Tony immediately grabbed the shoulder-straps of his unitard, pulled the them off his shoulders and began to strip right there.

"Time to strip and get comfortable, guys," he announced.

Stunned we looked at each other, at Tony, and back toward the street. The entrance was still partly visible from the street even with the shrubbery – what about the people inside the com-pound?

Tony was enjoying our confusion. "Relax guys. This is a "clothing optional" building and most of the time nobody wears any clothes here. Enjoy!"

At that I was out of my shorts in no time; Hal took a little longer because of his shoes, but he was quickly out of both his shoes and shorts, too. Poor David, he and been holding the bucket of chicken, still with his free hand he quickly unfastened the two buttons to his cutoffs and they easily fell to the ground. He then stepped out of his shoes and cutoffs at the same time. Helpful Hal stooped down and grabbed David’s and his own shoes and shorts at the same time and we followed Tony as he led us inside the compound. Unfortunately we had the courtyard to ourselves so no one witnessed the little naked processional to Tony’s apartment. The entry to his apartment was about three steps above the level of the courtyard. Tony stepped up to the doorway and punched some more numbers on a keypad ...

... and his door un-locked.

"These keypad locks are great when you are totally naked," Tony informed us. "You don’t have to worry about keys."

As we stepped inside his apartment he said, "Stash you clothes on that chair by the door for now, you won’t need them. Right now let’s eat; I’m starved."

He led us into the living room. After tuning on a few lights in the dim room, he quickly re-moved the few items that were on the big square white lacquered coffee-table. He pulled the table out into the center of the floor and grabbed some large white leather cushions from in the corner for us to sit on. Finally, he took the food David was still holding and set it down on the table.

"Make yourselves comfortable and help yourselves while I go get us something to drink," he invited. He soon returned with four cold bottles in his hands.

"Cheers!" we said as we toasted our host and each other. It was only then that we realized just how hunger we all were.

As we ate, I began to look around at my surroundings. Tony’s favorite color, obviously, was white. Practically everything from the walls, to the leather sofa and chairs, to the carpet, was white or glass and chrome. I remembered that the unitard that he had been wearing earlier was white as well.

However the most obvious thing about the room was that the wall facing the courtyard and pool was all glass. The d****s were open when we came in and Tony left them open so that we could look out on the courtyard – and anyone ...