Entertaining The Neighbours – Dagmar And Trudy, Part 2

I had some reservations about taking up Dagmar’s offer, that she might join me on one of my morning walks. Was this an offer to join me dressed, while I was naked? Good! Or was she offering to be naked too? Dangerous! Or was she expecting us to both be dressed? What would be the point? Or was she indicating an interest in some deeper relationship? Too close to home!Three or four weeks passed, the last of which Barbara, my wife, and I spent on a golfing week, up the coast, with some friends. On our return, following a five-hour drive, the thing I needed most was a shower. As I was drying myself after the shower, the front doorbell rang. Barbara called out from the kitchen that it was probably Dagmar. When we were away, Dagmar collected our mail from the outside box, as we did for her when she was away. “She probably has our mail,” suggested Barbara.Here was another opportunity to let Dagmar see me naked. “I’ll get it,” I offered, dropping my towel onto the floor, and stepping out into the hallway leading to the front door.”You wouldn’t dare,” laughed Barbara, who stood at the other end of the hallway at the doors to the living room. She then stepped back from sight.I thought I would Escort esat pretend it was Barbara at the door, who had stepped out for something. So I unlocked the door, and as I opened it, immediately turned, stepping back up the hallway, leaving my arm behind to open the door wider. “Why did you leave the door open, or take your keys?” I asked the visitor, who I was pretending to believe was Barbara.Barbara appeared again at the end of the hallway. “Sorry, Trudy, my husband is such a dreadful exhibitionist,” she apologised. So it was Trudy, not Dagmar, behind me, and it was she who had the close, unfettered view of my nudity. So I turned, to give her an unedited version of my front. She still had not responded to Barbara, but staring straight at my jewels, she now managed to utter, “It’s okay. A man is allowed to be naked in his own home.”Smiling at her somewhat confused face, I managed a simple “Sorry.” This was an unexpected bonus for me, and I intended to exploit it as far as I could.Trudy, and her husband, Manny, lived in the apartment below Dagmar, on the bottom level. They were unmistakenly Jewish, and although they moved mostly in Jewish etimesgut escort circles, were not outwardly religious. They were lovely people. Trudy was a petite livewire, gregarious, happy, amusing, entertaining. As she was somewhat the opposite of Dagmar, you could not escape an encounter with Trudy without an animated conversation. Manny was equally amusing and entertaining, but substantially more reserved than Trudy. Trudy was at the auction when we bought our apartment, was the first to introduce herself and congratulate us and was delighted to know that we intended to live in the apartment, rather than lease it out.After an initial hesitation, she walked up to my side, explaining that there was an urgent matter that had come up during our absence that she needed to go over with me. Manny was the principal of our body corporate, and Trudy the self-elected ambassador. Together with Dagmar, we were the only resident owners. As we slowly walked, side by side, towards Barbara, she showed me some document, telling both Barbara and myself that she and Manny would value our input on how to handle the matter at hand. She was ignoring my nakedness etlik escort bayan completely.We had joined Barbara at the doorway to the living room, when Barbara noticed Dagmar entering the hallway, clutching a stack of mail in one hand. “I have your mail,” announced Dagmar. She did not appear to notice my nakedness, until halfway up the hall. She exchanged hellos with Trudy and Barbara, before acknowledging me. “Comfortably and casually attired today, I see,” she addressed me, as she gave the mail to Barbara, a broad smile filling her face. “What a delightful surprise.” To me, the stars were aligned. “Glad you’re here, Dagmar,” said Trudy, “we have an important matter to go over together.”No-one had asked me to get dressed, so I saw no need to. “Let’s go into the living room,” I suggested. As Barbara and Dagmar sat themselves down, Trudy was still brandishing the document in my face, wanting me to take a look. She took a seat in a single armchair, furthest from the hallway, with me standing at her side. I explained that I needed my glasses and left to retrieve them, down the hall to the second bedroom, that I mostly used as my office. I held the document in one hand. I was reading the document as I slowly re-entered the living room. As I passed Dagmar, as she had done weeks before, she placed my cock on her upturned hand and announced, mainly to Trudy, how much better a penis looked when it was circumcised. “But being Jewish, this is normal for you, isn’t it?”