Part 15: The Housemate
(Late 1990s to late 2000s)
For a number of years, Brandon and I both struggled to make any decent money. In those times, we lived paycheck to paycheck while renting houses that we shared with housemates. I mostly curtailed my tendencies around the housemates, outside of a little teasing. I wished to not dress to walk around my house, but I did not want to make anyone uncomfortable. Most housemates moved on in short time. But there was one, a very good friend of Brandon that lived with us for years.
This long-term housemate was our friend Eric, who stayed with us even as we moved every now and then. He and Brandon both had left their jobs at Universal Studios, as they landed better work with a different company. The new jobs required them to travel regularly, and not always at the same time, so it worked out well that there were times Brandon and I could have weeks alone, weeks hanging with friends, and often someone watching the house when I went with Brandon on his trips.
To get along in this situation at home, my only request of Eric was that he tolerate my not always keeping fully dressed around the house. I almost got arrested skinny dipping with him once, so he had seen me naked a few times before, and was fine with it. I did not constantly walk around in the nude, but often. I would usually spend the mornings cooking breakfast and such in just a pair of panties, or nothing at all. I always feel sexy in the mornings and like to take time before getting dressed. Eric, a night owl, was rarely around in the mornings.
In the early days, if he did encounter me like this, he would usually keep moving through with just a quick pleasantry. I got used to this and started spending more time around the house in the nude. I know he and Brandon both enjoyed it.
I have something of an obsession with my boobs. I find myself playing with them all the time. I am not always aware I am doing this, but I will also do it on purpose. I like to play with my boobs while reading or watching TV. When I wanted to be alone, I would take off my top and lie on the sofa to watch TV and play. Eric would usually move on if he came through. When he needed to be in the same room with me, he would just do his own thing, but I could still feel his excitement when he would look my way. I loved it.
But after years of this, Eric got used to me naked and would no longer just move on. Sometimes he would join me on the sofa to watch the show – I mean the TV show. So, occasionally we would end up hanging out together while my boobs were out. He would also come into the kitchen or my room, while I was not dressed (I never shut my door), and we would carry on a conversation. I thought it was nice in some ways. It was exactly what I asked of him when he moved in. But I didn’t really want this to be normal. I enjoyed my sexuality more when what I was doing was not so expected or accepted. I wanted it to be surprising and special. I liked it more when it was daring.
Eric was very good at being causal about my condition. He basically ignored it. But I realized this was only when he knew I was aware of him. I found that if he thought I didn’t know, he would gawk and really get into it. That is what I wanted.
With the housemates we had before Eric, when I wanted a thrill, I had a few tricks. My favorite was taking a naked nap in the living room when I was expecting the housemate to come home. I would purposely fall asleep, or pretend to sleep, on the sofa when they came through. Sometimes just topless, sometimes fully nude. It depended on my mood. I found this very exciting - a good way to enjoy being enjoyed.
I had also done this with Eric to break the ice when he first moved in. When he thought I was sleeping, he would linger and watch me. So, I started taking my naked naps more around Eric. When feeling particularly randy, I would pretend to be sleeping for the thrill of him watching. I could feel him inspecting me, and I love to laze in the gaze of others. I absorb it, like when lying in the warm sunlight.
I was guilty of teasing Eric more than I should have, setting up so many encounters on purpose. I could feel my heart race as he would enter the room where I had been waiting and hoping to be discovered. I could hear him pause in the room when he found me. This was incredibly arousing, but I would try to relax so my breathing would not betray my charade. When he stayed for a while, I would try to peek to see what he was doing. One day I realized he was taking pictures.
I know I shouldn’t have, but more than once, when he was gone, I went into his room and tried to find the pictures on his computer. I was not successful. This bothered me. Not that he took the pictures, but I really wanted to see them.
I decided to confront him, but in my own way. I set up another naked nap. When I knew he was taking my picture, I said, with eyes still closed, “I’m going to want a copy of that.” He was thrown for a moment. Then he did what I often do when caught, he owned it. He agreed to give it to me. This led to a conversation that brought us closer together. I made it clear I enjoyed that he wanted the pictures. We ended up at his computer where he made a surprising confession. He had taken hundreds of pictures of me, and even a few videos, through the whole time we had been living together. I had no idea he had been taking so many pictures for all these years. A few I knew of, but most I did not. When looking through them, I remembered many of the situations, but was astounded how often he had been able to get my picture without me realizing. I was so oblivious. In the pictures I was not only taking naps, but he caught me in the yard feeding the pets, sunbathing, changing clothes, doing chores, working on the computer, watching TV, cooking, even touching myself, etc. I was surprised, and very turned on that he wanted all these pictures of me. I let him keep them, asking only that he give me a thumb drive with copies.
I thought little about anything physical with Eric. He was a great guy, but I enjoyed the interactions as we had. The only time he brought up sex was while we were looking at the pictures on his computer. He said that every time he sees me naked, he doesn’t know what he is supposed to do about it. I think that he was putting it out there for me to decide what would happen. I just giggled, and we moved on. He never brought it up again. I now think it was wrong of me to confuse him like this. And if I had it to do over again, I would tell him to do what he wanted. I used him to get what I wanted. I wish I had been fair and let him take what he wanted. But in the end, I know we both enjoyed my little games.
I hesitate to share my last encounter of this type that I had with Eric, as it was just plain foolish. I was on the sofa, in just panties, watching TV with Brandon. We heard Eric come in the back door, but this time we heard multiple voices. Eric was being loud; I think to warn me that he had guests. I sat up quickly and realized I could not get out of the room without being seen, so I told Brandon to get me something to wear. He asked what, and I said, “Anything!”
Brandon decided to take my demand literally and returned with my snorkel and flippers I had left in the hallway when we unpacked form our recent trip to Sint Maarten. He had been annoyed that I had not put them away. But now he was laughing. I did not share his amusement. Not knowing who Eric was about to bring through the house, I asked, “You really want me to wear this?”
We heard the group headed our way. Brandon just kept snickering. I said, “Fine!”, thinking I was somehow getting him back, I put on the mask with the attached snorkel. Before putting on the flippers, Eric entered with a man and woman I did not know. He said, “Hello” and I waved with my hand holding the flippers. We all stood quietly for a moment with everyone taking in the scene. Brandon was fully dressed, and I stood next to him in only a very small red thong and diving mask with a snorkel while holding a large pair of flippers. Eric just nodded with a look of,
‘Yes, I live with crazy people.’ Brandon found this to be hysterical. The guests must have thought we were on drugs, or that they interrupted some wild sex. When looking back, I usually enjoy this type of thing. But this was just too much. I felt completely ridiculous. But I suppose I deserved it. I had regularly set up scenarios that can embarrass people, so I could not complain. I just took my snorkel and flippers and went upstairs to bed.
I never learned who the guy was, but Eric ended up marrying that girl he brought home that night, and they moved to New York. I am grateful to him for having the character to tolerate what I put him through, and allowing me to take pleasure in teasing him for so many years.
Eric took a great many pictures of me over the years, far too many to include here. So, please find more pictures on my profile page in an album titled “Secret Pictures Taken by My Housemate”.
Linked here (if I did it right): https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/alb...?albumid=74192
If you enjoy my stories, I highly recommend visiting the album mentioned above. To many of the pictures in that album I have attached more about the story behind each. This is a varied account of my other adventures and antics that might not become stories in this thread.
Below find a few of the pictures from Eric. He took all these except the one of me in the snorkel and flippers. That one was taken on that trip to Sint Maarten. Please forgive that these are not great pictures. Eric was trying to take them quickly in secret. But I post them because they help tell the story.
Pictures:
1: Eric caught me taking one of my naked naps in the living room. I think I was really sleeping in this one.
2: Not sleeping, just watching TV. I would watch like this, even when Eric was home, but I didn’t know he was taking pictures of me.
3: Feeding my 2 iguanas in the back yard. My habit was to feed the pets every morning before getting dressed. Eric usually slept in, but apparently sometimes he was watching. There is a one-story apartment building on the other side of this fence. There was a guy who was often outside smoking on his patio that was up against the fence. I would talk to him a lot. But the boards of the fence were very close together. I don’t know if he was ever aware that I was usually half or fully naked.
4: Another day going out to feed the pets. We had iguanas, rabbits, dogs, a cat, a chameleon, and a duck. I enjoyed my time in the yard. There were only 2 neighbors that could see into the yard from their windows. One I almost never saw leave the house. The other was a butthole, and I didn’t care what he thought.
5: This was after we moved to a bigger house. The old hardwood floors would creak. I could tell when Eric was coming, and when he would pause to watch me. I knew he was taking this picture. This is the one he took when I surprised him by saying, “I’m going to want a copy of that.”
6: Napping with my dogs. Yes, I like to spoon with my dogs. I almost never closed my bedroom door.
7: Sunning in the yard. In the background, you can see the tent the guys would use for poker nights. This spot is not where I usually sunbathed because it can easily be seen from the street. I guess I was feeling brave this day.
8: Sunbathing in my usual spot in the yard. I did not know Eric was watching from the window.
9: I had a bad sunburn from spending too much time naked outside. I don’t remember Eric finding me this way on the sofa, but I remember my reluctance to wear clothes until my burn got better.
10: A picture that Brandon took while I was snorkeling in Sint Maarten. This is the mask/snorkel and flippers referenced in the story. I did not put them away when I got home from this trip, so Brandon was able to use them to embarrass me.
With all these pictures it may seem like Eric was stalking me. But not at all. I was practically torturing him for so long. I wanted him to look, and I think he had every right to take the pictures. I am just surprised I was so unaware.