One of my early erotic memories. When you grow up on a farm, having the farmhouse to yourself is about as rare as finding dodo shit on the lawn. It only ever happened if Mum and Dad went off to a farm show or something like it, and took Claire and Chris with them. That made it even rarer. One day though, I woke late...
So, bye bye clothes.
I stood in our kitchen and stripped slowly, enjoying both the removal of each item, and the anticipation of forthcoming nakedness.
Finally, I stood there naked, and feeling very grown up! I walked around the house looking at myself in the mirrors, and half-hoping someone would knoc... » Read more