Yeah, but it isn't over yet.

To your surprise Chelsea kicked off both her shoes and then unbuttoned her jeans. She wagged her hips as she slid the pants down her legs, stepping out of them and glancing up at you with a smile. Then she pulled her T-Shirt over her head, leaving her standing in front of you wearing nothing but black bikini style panties and a matching sports bra.

"See? Just like a day at the beach." Chelsea said. She rolled her clothing up and tucked it under one arm, then bent down and picked up her shoes. "Hold on let me put these inside with my mail... you stay here" She said with a wink. She skirted past you and up the driveway into her house, and you watched her perfectly toned ass every step of the way.

"Holy shit did that just happen..." You say to yourself, too dumbstruck to even think about hiding behind your car in the dark. Watching Chelsea strip in front of you had turned half mast to full, and your face blazed red at the thought that at any moment Chelsea would come out her front door. She hadn't been shy about taking peeks as the night wore on, and once you were nude you had caught multiple of her 'extended glances' at your exposed manhood. If she exited her house now would she be able to see you in the dark from afar? Fully erect, cock pulsing to your heartbeat? You willed your erection to calm down, and when you heard the porch door swing open, your dick was no longer hard as iron, but only semi-erect. Though the former arousal was still humiliatingly obvious.

If Chelsea noticed her face didn't betray it, she still wore that same goofy smile, only now she was in nothing but her bra and panties. Mentally you told yourself to cut that shit out, thinking like that would only bring your hard on roaring back to life. She walked up and you noticed that she held the Johnsons mail and the last two beers you had brought that afternoon.

"What are those for? You gonna give away my last two beers to the old couple up the street? What are you the beer fairy?" You ask.

"Pff. No, they aren't that cool. I have a little idea for these... Besides if I'm the Beer fairy what does that make you? My fully nude sidekick?"

You felt your cheeks flare with heat just like every time Chelsea brought up your nudity, which was becoming more and more frequent. But before you could come up with any sort of retort, she turned and began walking up the dark sidewalk. You followed closely behind, growing more nervous with every step away from Chelsea's house and your pile of discarded clothing. Chelsea passed the first neighbors house and kept walking, you had no way of knowing how far up the street you were going and to your dismay you begin to feel something. Your cock has stayed only half erect but the sensitivity from your prior arousal lingers. You feel a small itching sensation on the tip of your cock accompanied by a noticeable wetness. You look down to find a bead of precum forming on your dick, fuck had you really been that turned on?

You didn't dare take the chance to wipe it away with your hands, Chelsea could look back at any moment and her seeing you touch yourself would only be more humiliating. So you did the only thing you could do and let it drip. You felt the weight change as the natural lubricant accumulated enough to form a large drop. It was more than you expected, and formed a long string that jiggled as you walked. After passing at least 3 houses in the dark you finally felt the damp sensation as the string of precum gave way and fell to the ground, some getting on your bare feet. a dangling string was left hanging from the tip of your cock, and caught on your thighs, it was a surprisingly cold sensation. You desperately wanted to wipe yourself off, but then it would be on your hands and fingers and before you even had time to think of your options Chelsea stopped, causing you to nearly walk into her.

"Welp, here we are!" Chelsea said, again a little too loudly. She had stopped right next to the Johnsons mailbox.

"Alright can we drop the mail off and get back please?" you say, its only a matter of time before SOMEONE looks outside. Chelsea takes an agonizing couple of seconds and puts on her best fake thinking face.

"Nah these two are old as shit, but they are pretty nice for boomers. We should put it in the mail slot up there." She said, pointing up towards the porch and front door. The front door that was completely illuminated by a bright porch light. Chelsea smiled at you, she seemed totally comfortable out here in nothing but a bra and panties and you knew she wouldn't relent.

"alright fine lets go." You say in a hushed tone. Chelsea glanced down while you replied, her eyes widened momentarily but her smile only widened, showing her perfect teeth. oh fuck you think, she turns to head up the Johnsons driveway and you look down at yourself. The light from the porch only barely reached the sidewalk, but it caught in the string of precum that glistened on your thigh. Another drip was collecting on your tip that was shiny with intimate wetness. Chelsea hadn't said anything, but she had definitely seen that you were so turned on that you were literally leaking. Hot shame not only covered your face but also traveled down your exposed chest and stomach. The feeling collected in your groin. 'Fuck Fuck Fuck' you thought, why was this embarrassment turning you on so much.

Chelsea walked up the Johnsons driveway and you couldn't help but stare. Your arousal took over your better judgment as you admire her. Her curly hair swayed as she walked, and you saw the back of her black bra underneath. You began to follow as you noticed just how well her panties hugged her ass, and how they left skin exposed at the sides and bottom. Its not like it was a thong but it did nothing to hide her shape. You felt the second drip of precum fall from your cock. It hit your knee and as you quietly ascended the Johnson's porch steps you looked down to see yourself fully exposed by the porch light, fully erect with a long string of precum hanging from the tip of your penis to your knee. Your thighs were also damp with the substance.

Chelsea dropped the mail into the slot and turned around. She smiled at you and you drank in her under dressed state. Chelsea looked down, and an audible exhale escaped her lips, but she never lost her giddy expression. For a moment you both stood there, exposed under the porch light. Your eyes floated over her body. Her clear skin, her toned stomach from years of staying active just for fun. Had her curly hair always been that cute? Had her thighs always been that shapely? The fabric of the black sports bra was tight across Chelsea's chest and under the light you could see the impression of her erect nipples through the cloth. The moment only lasted a few seconds but it felt like minutes of mutual staring. Your eyes both met and to your surprise Chelsea's cheeks were flush.

"Are you having fun?" She asked, her voice breathy and quiet. You didn't even have to think about your answer.

"Yes" you replied.

"Good!" She said, this time much more loudly, like you were simply out for a stroll during the day fully clothed. She held up the two beers and smiled, grabbing your hand and leading you down off the porch towards the street. Your stiff cock jostled with your steps, never deflating. You could feel the odd sensation of the string of precum still hanging from the tip to your knee. You could already feel another bead of fluid beginning to form, but it was quickly shaken loose from the movement.

"Wait wait! where the hell are we going?!" You ask as your friend leads you to the sidewalk, turning the opposite direction of her house and beginning to lead you further away from any clothing.