The Bucket List - Oops moment

The Bucket List -'oops' moment involving two friends, results in a naked male clothed female (NMCF) situation in a hotel room.

Mildly Erotic

Lily and I have been good mates for several years now. Our friendship is based on a number of mutual interests including keeping fit – we both run, go to the gym, and attend circuit training - horse racing and football. We both support Manchester United, which meant that, being from ‘down south’ among a sea of Arsenal and Chelsea supporters, we were bound to stick together.

Embarrassingly, neither of us had ever been to a home game of ‘The Reds’ at Old Trafford – the ‘Theatre of Dreams’. This was something we knew we had to put right. It was high on both our ‘bucket lists’; our list of the experiences that we hoped to have accomplished before we ‘kicked the bucket'.

I should explain that I fancied Lily immensely. But we’d gone through the dreaded ‘we can still be friends’ conversation early on in our relationship. Unfortunately, there had never been any intimacy in our friendship. Our affiliation had survived on the basis that I had accepted there could never be any sexual interaction between us. I was resigned to the fact our bond would never be more than platonic. That said, I still fancied her, desired her, loved her even. I often wondered if she knew of my continued feelings towards her. Was she even aware how much I coveted her? Could she sense my inner urges that I fought so hard to suppress when I was with her?

Lily is an attractive girl; about five-foot tall, slim build, small breasts, cute bottom. She is usually blessed with a pleasing smile on her face; her cheeks dimple when she laughs. Her teeth sparkle naturally white without the modern fad for designer treatment. Her blue eyes glint with a hint of impishness. Her complexion is ‘out-door’ healthy. She has a small, adorable nose. Her hair is fair, slightly shorter than shoulder length, that she occasionally wears in a small ponytail, held in place with an elasticated scrunchie, and sometimes is tucked behind her ears.

This story relates to her twenty-fourth birthday. As a special treat, I’d bought her – or should I say, us – tickets to Old Trafford to see Manchester United play in the European Champions League. I’d also booked train tickets to Manchester and overnight accommodation for the both of us. Not only did this fulfill one of our bucket list challenges, but it also meant I got to spend a couple of days – and a night! – with my favourite girl.

We travelled up by train and transferred to the tram (a novelty in itself) and arrived at our hotel at about 3 o’clock in the afternoon. This gave us enough time to freshen up after the journey, look around the local area, and grab a bite to eat before kick-off, which was scheduled for eight o’clock that evening.

Although the hotel was at the budget end of the scale, it was well located and had good reviews. I’d risked booking a twin room rather than separate accommodation (or, more optimistically, a double!). Lily seemed happy enough with the arrangements.

The room, which was on the seventh floor, was pleasant enough, and clean. As you would expect for an inexpensive hotel, it was only small. The twin beds took up most of the space, but there was a bedside cabinet between the beds, a low chest of drawers, a built-in wardrobe, a wall-mounted TV, and tea making facilities. It had a tiny ensuite toilet / shower room which was accessed via a door next to the beds. A window gave a good view over Media City, and you could even see the football stadium. As we were only going to use it as a base for the night, it was ideal.

Lily chose the bed nearest the window, leaving the one closest to the door for me. This also meant I was adjacent to the ensuite. We unpacked our overnight bags, and I put the kettle on.

“Tea?” I asked.

“Yes please.” Lily replied, “Then I’m going to freshen up before we head out for dinner. I’m starving.”

“Would you like to shower before me?” I asked.

“If you don’t mind?” she replied, “I expect I’ll take longer to get ready than you.”

The kettle boiled and I poured us both a cup of tea. Lily sorted out her clothes for the evening. As we would be going straight from the restaurant to the game, she laid out a pair of jeans, a tee shirt, and her Man Utd top. She finished her drink.

“Okay if I shower now?” she asked.

“Fine by me.” I replied, “I’ll watch a bit of TV until it’s my turn.”

Lily went into the shower room and closed the door behind her.

“The door hasn’t got a lock on it.” she called out, “Don’t open it by mistake. And don’t be getting ideas about coming in and watching me in the shower.” she shouted. lightheartedly.

“As if I would!” I replied, "Although I must admit it's tempting!" I added jovially.

I sat on the bed, turned on the TV and started scrolling through the channels. I heard the shower come on. It was an exciting, enthralling feeling knowing Lily was probably naked now, just the thickness of the door away. It was so tempting to open the door slightly to see if I could view her showering. I got a bit of a stiffy just thinking about it. Of course, I was too much of a gentleman to actually do it.

I heard the shower go off again. Soon after, Lily emerged wrapped in a large white hotel towel, which reached from her shoulders virtually to the floor.

“Your turn. The water is nice and hot.” she said, “I hope you don’t mind, but I've taken the largest of the towels. The other one barely covered my boobs and my bottom.” she giggled.

“I’d like to have seen that!” I retorted jokingly.

“I bet you would!” she chuckled., “By-the-way, be careful in there, it’s very slippery.”

“Okay. I will.” I said, “Thanks for the warning.”

“And wait till I tell you I’m ready before you come out.” she instructed, “I don’t want you coming out when I’m only half-dressed.” she chuckled.

“Spoil sport!” I chortled.

She playfully tossed a pillow at me as I went into the shower room. I closed the door behind me and undressed. Being naked with Lily so close was thrilling beyond belief. I climbed into the shower noting that I was extremely aroused. As Lily had said, the water was pleasantly hot. I showered and dried myself off. Then applied deodorant, and brushed my teeth. I’d shaved that morning, so I didn’t need to shave again. I did put on a liberal sprinkling of aftershave though. I wanted to look and smell my best.

“Can I come out yet?” I called out when I had finished my ablutions.

“Not just yet.” Lily replied, “Give me a couple more minutes to finish dressing.”

The thought that Lily was not fully dressed was just too tempting to resist. As stealthily as I could I turned the door handle and edged the door slightly open, hoping that it didn't make a noise. I tensed as I heard the door creak slightly, but Lily didn't seem to notice. Fortunately I'd left the TV on and I guess that was drowning out any other sound. I peered expectantly through the small gap. Lily was standing at the end of the bed with her back to me. Confident that I was out of sight, I opened the door slightly more so that I could get a better view. I gasped. She was wearing a pair of pretty pink panties that barely covered her cute bottom; that was all. I could see that her clothes were laying on the bed, including her bra. I quickly surmised that she would have to turn to face me topless to pick up whatever she was going to put on next. I was now faced with a dilemma: did I risk watching for a bit longer knowing that when she turned to face me, she might catch me spying on her? Or did I close the door now, satisfied with what I’d seen already?

As I’d never seen her like that before, and as I’d probably never get this good an opportunity again, I thought I’d risk it. I eased the door back towards the frame so that the gap was as small as I could make it, whilst still having a slit to peek through. I put my eyes as close to the gap as I could and I just prayed Lily wouldn’t notice that the door was slightly ajar. At that moment Lily turned around to face me. I caught my breath as she stood before me in just her tiny panties, her gorgeous bare breasts in full view. She gripped the waistband of her tiny panties and for a split second I thought she was going to pull them down, right there in front of me. I froze; was I really about to see her pussy? She adjusted her panties but didn't lower them; her slit remained covered throughout. I breathed again. She bent over the bed, and picked up her pink bra. Once more I gasped as I got a tantilising glimpse of her bare breasts as she leaned over and they drooped slightly. To my mind they were faultless. Although they were only small, they were pert and perfectly shaped. Her nipples were firm, erect.

She glanced towards the door from where I was spying and I held my breath. My heart was pounding. Having slipped on her pink bra she stood up and faced me again, this time dressed in just her pretty pink underwear. Then she picked up a pair of tight, faded blue jeans and pulled those on too. Finally, she put on a white tee shirt. Watching her dress was mesmerisng. Made all the more captivating because I was doing it secretly, without her knowledge.

“Okay. I’m decent. You can come out now.” she shouted.

I clicked the door closed and shouted back.

“Thank you. I’m nearly done.”

The voyeuristic view that I’d just enjoyed was so exciting and compelling, that I’d got a full-on erection. When I wrapped the small towel that Lily had left for me, around my waist, it was obvious how aroused I was – the towel looked like a tent! I just had to hope that Lily didn’t notice.

I opened the door and stepped out into the bedroom. The next thing I recall is being flat on my back on the floor with Lily kneeling next to me.

“Are you alright?” she said, sounding genuinely concerned.

“W…..what happened?” I stammered.

“You slipped and fell.” she explained, “I warned you it was slippery.”

I tried to get up, but Lily restrained me.

“You went straight over backwards and hit the floor quite hard.” she expanded, “Before you try to get up, do you hurt anywhere?”

I collected my thoughts and processed the messages coming into my brain from various parts of my body.

“Did you hit your head?” she asked, “If you’re concussed, I should call an ambulance.”

My head felt okay. I was dazed by the shock at the speed that I had fallen, rather than through concussion.

“I.. I don’t think so.” I confirmed, “I’m sure I don’t need an ambulance.”

“That’s good. What about your back?” Lily continued.

My back felt okay too. The only pain I could feel was coming from my bum and my elbows. I guess that’s what I must have landed on. I was too embarrassed to tell Lily that I had sore buttocks.

“The bottom of my back is a bit sore.” I said, “And my elbows.”

Lily seemed concerned by this.

“Can you move your feet and wiggle your toes?” she said.

I did both with no problem or pain. Lily looked on, relieved.

“I don’t think your back is broken.” she stated reassuringly.

“Oh, that’s good.” I said, under-statedly, “Can I get up now then?” I asked,

Lying flat on my back on the floor wasn’t very dignified, or that comfortable, to be honest. And the hard floor was painful to my bottom.

“I guess so; slowly.” she instructed, “Let me help you.”

Lily took hold of my arm, and I winced as she touched my elbow. With her help I got awkwardly to my feet. As I did so, the towel that was wrapped around my naked waist slipped gradually to the floor as if in slow motion. We both watched it fall like we were in a trance. There was nothing either of us could do to stop it. I was reliant on Lily to keep my balance; and she knew that if she let go of me, I risked falling over again. The towel eventually reached the floor, and I stepped out of it. I was completely naked with my erect penis in full view. Lily, still holding my arm, looked down at it and gulped.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, “I can see your….” she hesitated, “Your willy!” she finally managed to spurt out.

“Oops!” I gasped, “I’m so sorry!” I continued, genuinely embarrassed by the whole situation.

I could feel my face turning red. It wasn’t just that I was standing completely exposed in front of my closest female friend; it was because I knew she could see how aroused I was. It wouldn’t take much to work out why I was so stimulated. I guess this is what karma is: I was paying for my voyeurism.

“It’s not your fault.” she comforted me, “I’ll try to ignore it.”

I don’t know how she thought she could possibly ignore it when it was sticking out so close to her. I sought forgiveness for not only exposing myself to her, but for what I’d done earlier.

“I’m so sorry.” I repeated, blushing.

“It’s too late to worry about it now. We’ll sort that out later.” she consoled me, “Just try and sit on the side of the bed.” she instructed.

As she maneuvered me around so that I had my back to the bed my erect penis brushed against her. The thrill made me tingle. Once Lily was satisfied that I was close enough to the bed we both slowly sat down next to each other on the side of the bed. Even though the bed was soft, it was still sore to my bruised bum cheeks. I took a sharp intake of breath and grasped Lily’s arm.

“Sore?” she questioned.

“I think I’ve bashed my bum!” I finally admitted, laughing slightly.

“Do you want me to take a look at it?” she offered, “After all I've seen just about everything else! Just don’t expect me to kiss it better!” she added, giggling.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. I expect it’s just bruised.” I said.

Lily was sitting so close to me that I could feel her denim jeans pressing against my naked thighs. I noticed Lily was gazing at my groin where my erect penis and exposed ball sack were on full display.

“Ahem!” I coughed, “Enjoying the view?”

“I’m so sorry.” she said, sounding guilty, “I’m just not used to seeing one so close. It’s a bit of a novelty.”

“You’re certainly getting a good view of it now.” I laughed, trying to diffuse the situation.

“I am.” she smiled, “At least we know that it still works!” she sniggered, "Is it normally that stiff?"

You tend to go through a range of emotions when you see someone fall over. The initial reflex reaction is often hilarity. This is quickly followed by concern in case the victim is genuinely injured. If it turns out that the sufferer has come to no serious harm, then amusement usually follows. I think we had reached that point now. It also seemed that she wasn’t going to question why I’d got an erection. I relaxed slightly.

“If you’re comfortable, let me get you the towel so you can cover up.” she said.

Lily started to reach forward to where the towel lay but I was holding on to her hand tightly.

“Before you do that, would you like to touch it?” I asked, hesitantly.

“S-sorry.” she stammered, “What do you mean?”

“You said that you’re not used to seeing one so close.” I said, “I wondered if you’d like to touch it?”

“What?” she questioned uncertainly, “Your thing?”

“Yes. My ‘thing’.” I clarified.

I was still holding her hand in mine, so, before she had time to answer, I moved our hands and placed them in my lap. I felt her hand against my erection; it sent a tingling sensation throughout my body. I shifted my hand away leaving Lily’s insitu. She didn’t attempt to remove it. Indeed, she started to fondle it gently. I murmured.

“Does that hurt?” she whispered, sounding concerned.

“No. It’s nice.” I gasped, breathless.

“I’ve never done this before.” she admitted.

In spite of the pain I was feeling, I found the whole experience such a sensual turn-on. My member reacted accordingly. I watched her intently as she stared down at where her fingers were working their magic. Despite her acknowledged inexperience, she was wonderful. She looked so sexy. Her hair, which had been neatly tucked behind her ears, now hung loosely, framing her gorgeous face. At this point I was so aroused I just wanted to push her back on the bed, pull her jeans and those pretty pink panties down to her ankles, climb on top of her, and make passionate love to her; even if it meant we missed the match!

I couldn't hold back any longer. I put my hand to the top of her jeans and undid them. I leant across to tenderly kiss her, simultaneously sliding my hand inside her jeans. I felt the silky material of her panties and slid my fingers inside them. I could feel her tight little slit. Lily gasped.

“What are you doing?” she snapped, "Take your hand out of there at once!"

“I’m sorry.” I said, backing off, “I guess I got over-excited. It must be the shock of falling over.”

“You did.” she scolded, “We’ve been through this before – just friends remember?”

I quickly withdrew my hand. Or rather, she withdrew it for me. She seemed ignorant of the fact that she was still stroking my manhood with her other hand. Not only that, but she also gave the impression she was enjoying it. She eventually let go of it and stood up, evidently flustered. Perhaps she had just realised that she’d got over-excited too. Her jeans flopped open, and I got another brief glimpse of her pink panties. She hurriedly fastened her popper, apparently embarrassed that I might have seen her undies. If only she knew what I’d seen earlier! She passed me the towel and I covered up.

“It seems like you will be okay to go to the match.” she said, “At least your fingers are working.” she added, sarcastically.

“I think so.” I replied, ignoring the dig, “I’m not too sore.”

“We better finish getting ready.” she said, as if nothing had happened.

She busied herself putting on her Manchester United shirt and brushing her hair. I stood up gingerly, letting the towel fall to the ground so that I was naked once again. I thought ‘What the heck, she’s seen it enough already.’ I was no longer embarrassed about being nude in her presence. I caught her looking at me covertly several times as I got dressed. She finished brushing her hair and tossed her hair brush casually onto the bed. She gathered her things together in a small clutch bag.

“I’m ready.” she said, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

The concern had returned to her voice. It was the voice of a friend.

“I’ll be fine.” I said, “I’m quite peckish now.”

“Me too.” she grinned.

We were once more on common ground.

The rest of the night passed without incident or intimacy. We had a very enjoyable night - just as best friends - firstly at the restaurant, and then afterwards at the match. It was made even better by United winning!

After the game, we returned to our hotel room and we both got ready for bed discretely. Neither of us saw the other in a state of undress. Lily wore a long tee shirt to bed which didn’t show anything; and I wore a pair of PJs. We slept in separate beds of course. We said ‘Goodnight’ rather than kissing ‘Goodnight’.

Neither of us spoke again of our 'bucket list oops moment' that had happened that evening in our hotel room in Manchester. Although, to this day, we still reminisce about the time we saw Manchester United win at Old Trafford. We had both ticked off one of our bucket list targets. As for me, I had nearly ticked off two of my targets!

THE END

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