(Here's the 3rd chapter for "The Futures of Sam and me". Thanks to Ramens, namechanger, and The Time Traveler for reviewing. Hopefully I'll get a review for chapter 1. I'm gonna be updating right now, even if I don't have that episode suggestion yet. Now for review replies.)
Ramens: I'm sorry to hear that. Hopefully you didn't really slam your head on your desk.
namechanger: Thanks a lot. That makes me feel good.
The Time Traveler: Thanks for the suggestion on the season 3 episode, but I don't think I'll do season 3. I'm just gonna do season 2, even if it does seem tempting. Hope you liked chapter 1 and this one. I'm surprised you have a crush on Sam yourself.
(Warning: Chapter includes partial nudity.)
9:21 a.m. -- Sam's and mine's Bedroom -- Next Day
Sam was the first to wake up from a long and quiet slumber. She got out of bed, stood up, and began to stretch herself. She was wearing a green buttoned pajama top with straps as the sleeves on her shoulders. Sam finished stretching and quietly tiptoed over to my side of the bed to see if I was up, but I was still fast asleep. Sam still smiled at herself and me. She sat on her knees, puckered up her lips and began to softly kiss me on my lips.
"I love you, sweetie," Sam whispered to me.
I began to squint my eyes as I began to wake up after I felt Sam's lips touch mines. I began to look up at Sam's face and her hair.
"Morning, darling," I said to Sam.
I began to stand up on my feet as I climbed out of bed. Sam and I started to embrace each other. We looked at each other's eyes and we started to kiss each other.
"Morning, sweetie," Sam said, remembering earlier when I said the same thing to her.
(Sam's P.O.V.)
Mathew could feel his hand moving to my cheek. He ran it down my left cheek and then down the left side of my upper body. Mathew reached the shoulder part of my sleepclothes, then ran his hand back up again. I could feel my fingers moving to the buttons of my pajamas. I began to slowly unbutton them, starting from the top, and working my way down. When I was done with the buttons, my pajama top was almost showing the entire middle part of my torso. My breasts were partially showing, but the only part of my torso that was completely showing was my belly button. My pajama top had stopped at the middle of my thighs. I could feel my fingers moving to my shoulders where the straps were. Finally, I pushed the straps of my pajama top down my arms and it fell to my feet. I took my feet out one by one and threw my pajama top onto the bed with my left foot. Oddly enough, I was not wearing anything underneath my pajama top. I was standing naked in front of my hubby. I started to embrace Mathew and he did the same thing. He was completely ignoring the fact that I was not wearing anything.
"I love you, Sammy sweetheart," Mathew whispered to me.
"I love you too, honey," I whispered back to him.
We released our embrace and I took off to the bathroom still naked. I came back wearing my same green bathing suit from yesterday and holding Mathew's swimshorts in one of my hands.
"It's over 90 degrees today. I'm gonna take a short swim before breakfast. You coming, Mathew?" I asked as I tossed him his shorts.
"Sure, why not," Mathew said as he caught his shorts in his hand.
"And before you change," I said to my sweetheart as I touched his chin with my index finger and thumb.
"if you're wondering about a little while ago when I was standing naked in front of you, I wanted to look sexy for you."
(end Sam's P.O.V.)
I went to the bathroom to change, then came back in the room with Sam.
"Ready, Sam?" I asked.
"Yes, I am," Sam purred at me.
We took each other's hands, grabbed our towels and walked out to the pool. When we stepped outside, I began to take Sam by surprise because I released her grip on my hand and I began to carry her in my arms.
"What are you doing, sweetie?" Sam asked me.
"You'll see," I said to Sam.
I continued cradling Sam in my arms as I walked to an edge of the pool. Then, I began to playfully toss Sam into the pool. She screamed when I tossed her in and she landed in the pool with a huge splash. I began to jump in and I appeared right next to her.
"Is that what you wanted to do to me?" Sam asked me.
"Absolutely, for what you did to me yesterday as a playful joke," I answered.
Sam thought about that. She remembered forcing the two of us into the pool off the diving board while we both were kissing each other.
"Oh yeah,"
I began to move my hands to Sam's wet and soaked body. My left hand was wrapped around her back, and my right hand was on one side of her head, touching her hair. Sam and I started to kiss each other repeatedly. We even embraced each other while we were kissing each other. When we finished our embrace and kissing, Sam began to climb out of the pool.
"I'm gonna go in and eat some breakfast," Sam said to me as she dried herself off and wrapped her towel around her waist.
"I'm gonna come with you," I said to her as I too climbed out and did the same things as Sam.
We both walked back into our house holding hands with our towels still wrapped around our waists. Sam began making some pancakes while I turned on the TV while she was waiting for the pancakes to be cooked. She turned on the stove and waited for it to warm up. While she was waiting, Sam went to the bedroom to change her clothes. She came back out wearing a pink top that stopped above her stomach, and a pink skirt that went down to the middle of her thighs. Sam had left her bathing suit in the bedroom.
"Thanks, sweetie," Sam said to me when she saw that I had turned on the TV.
"You're welcome," I said back to Sam.
On TV was a short program of "The Young and the Restless". Sam still watched that show, even before she married me. She finished up the pancakes and put a couple of them on a couple of plates. She got out some maple syrup and poured some on the pancakes and mines as well. She took one of the plates to the dining table where I was sitting.
"Thanks, Sammy," I said as I took my plate.
Sam simply smiled back at me and nodded her head up and down. She put away the syrup, took her plate of pancakes and sat at the table to join me. When we finished, we threw our plates in the sink and turned off the stove.
"What do you wanna do now?" I asked Sam.
It took Sam a few minutes to answer that.
"Well, I'm gonna go down to the basement and fix up my face at my mirror and stuff, then maybe relax in the indoor jacuzzi on my side,"
"Okay. I'm gonna go out for a spin on my dirt bike," I said to Sam.
I walked to the room to change clothes first. I came out wearing green and white pants that stopped at the middle of my thighs and a regular black T-shirt. I went outside by the pool and out to my small motocross track. It had a short start straight-away, a left-handed bowl turn, a rhythm section of a single jump, a tabletop, another single jump, a small triple after that, and a small double into another left hand turn. Also on the track was a big triple jump that was about 25 ft. high, a right handed turn (180 degree), a long whoop (de doo) section, a final left hand turn, and right down the start straight. It was like an arenacross track, but it was just my style. I went into my shed, took off my shirt, and pulled on my motocross gear, and pushed out my 2004 Honda CR250F 4-stroke motorcycle with a number 74 on it. I came out wearing a red Thor jersey with my last name on the back and underneath it was a 74, brown Thor riding pants, black and white Tech 8 boots, red, white and green helmet, and holding red Dragon goggles.
Meanwhile, inside the basement, Sam was sitting on a heart-shaped chair with her towel right behind her back side, and she was looking at her reflection in her mirror. She was holding a mascara brush and making her eyelashes nice and straight. She put it down, reached for her green hairbrush, and began to brush her hair. Sam put down her hairbrush and reached for a tube of red lipstick. She applied it to her lips and put that away. Sam was all done fixing herself up. She looked over her shoulder at her heart-shaped jacuzzi, then looked at her clothes.
(Sam's P.O.V.)
"Now I think I'll go for a nice relaxation in the jacuzzi," I said to myself.
I felt good inside of myself being married after the two of us were spies for almost 3 decades. We had decided to retire, but still see Jerry regularly. I was about to take off my clothes again, but I remembered that I kept something from WOOHP as a souvenir after me, Mathew, Clover and Alex retired. I took out my X-powder from one of the drawers of my make-up table that I kept in case I ever felt like using it again. I opened it up, pressed a button, and the clothes that I was wearing had completely vanished. I placed my X-powder on my make-up table. I stood up out of my chair, without a care that I was naked. I stepped into the warm water of our indoor jacuzzi. When I sat down on my butt, the water level was right up to my chest, completely covering up my breasts. I purred to myself while I instantly relaxed in our indoor jacuzzi.
"Aaaaahhhhh. This is the life," I said to myself while I relaxed.
I stepped out of the jacuzzi 15 minutes later and grabbed my towel. I was still naked, but my body was completely soaked as I dried myself off. I picked up my X-powder again, pressed a button and my disrobed body changed to my same pink top and long pink skirt. I grabbed my towel again, and was about to go outside to watch Mathew ride, but I thought about something.
"Maybe while I'm watching Mathew ride, I can probably relax in the pool at the same time," I said to myself.
I looked down at my clothes again. I definitely wasn't going to go swimming in all of my clothes, but I also knew that Mathew would be too busy focusing on his riding, and from a point of view from his track, all me or him could see was the blue carpet on the floor and partially the back of the left side of the couch. I debated on using my X-powder to change to my bathing suit, or change the old fashioned way. After a few seconds of deciding, I decided to change the old fashioned way. I stripped myself of my clothes, and came out of the basement naked. I clutched my clothes under my arm and walked upstairs to our room to grab my bathing suit.
Ever since we were married, I loved being naked around Mathew when we were close to each other any certain night or morning, but I had loved knocking around naked inside our house by myself and sometimes when I was home alone as a housewife a little bit more. Before, I had made a living as a swimsuit model in Beverly Hills from 8:30 a.m. to 3:00 p.m. for the past 4 years, but only for one-piece swimsuits; I quit a few years ago because when I was offered a two-piece black swimsuit, I tried it on, and it had very little cover up. My breasts were almost fully exposed, but my butt was fully exposed. I accepted many of their apologies, but that was the last straw, and I ended up quitting. Although I got paid over $150 just for wearing one bathing suit and having a lot of photographers taking pictures of me and getting my pictures in the mail a week later, I let my boss know if I would come back. My boss was really nice: he said if I came back, his staff would lay off the two-piece bathing suits and leave me with various colors of one-piece bathing suits. I accepted his offer, and asked if I could come at least for Tuesdays and Thursdays. Fortunately, he agreed with my offer.
From that week on, I would appear at work wearing whatever I wanted, as long as all the clothing I wore covered up my entire torso; heck, my boss would allow me to come in one of my bathing suits from home. The staff had my wardrobe of different kinds and colors of swimwear all set up for me, but I had to try on at least half of all the bathing suits in the wardrobe. The background that was right behind me consisted of birds flying in a picture perfect cloudless blue sky, with the ocean on the bottom portion, with about 20 percent of sand on the very bottom. Everytime I showed up, there were 10 bathing suits hanging on clotheshangers and all ready for me to wear. Some of them were strapless, but I didn't mind that. All of them had various designs on them, but the one I loved the most was a pure gold bathing suit with lots of fish all around on half of one side, and on the other half were pretty flowers. I loved it so much, the workers, and my boss let me keep it.
Today, I'm still a housewife, but I missed those days for sure both at home and my former workplace. But would very easily forget about those days because those were the past. When Mathew used to make a living fixing on and off-road motorcycles, I would sometimes knock around naked while I worked and sometimes, I would knock around the house wearing my bathing suit. When it got close to 4:30 p.m., which was when Mathew came home from work, I would quickly throw my clothes back on if I was naked; if I was in my bathing suit, I would make my way to the swimming pool and either sunbathe, swim, or relax in the hammock we both shared. If it was raining outside, I would throw my clothes on over my bathing suit sometimes. All of it made me feel like a home-alone nudist.
I remembered one time just before Mathew was about to go on "Wheel of Fortune" in just a few days that I had done that.
(Flashback -- Sam's P.O.V.)
It was almost 9 a.m. and Mathew had stepped out of the house and was about to leave for work when I tapped him on the shoulder. I was wearing my short green buttoned shirt and blue shorts.
"See you later," I said, and then kissed his lips.
I watched him get into the red Sedan he bought with some leftover money from hard work at his job. I waved my hand at him and he did the same to me. When he was gone, I put on some outside slippers and went to check the mail. Sometimes the mail would come earlier than usual. I went inside of the house to get myself all set for the housework I had to do. That day, there was mail in the mailbox. I grabbed the mail and walked back into the house.
"Time to get to work," I said.
Before I started anything, I put the mail down and began to lose my clothes, starting from the top, unbuttoning my green shirt, pulling down my blue shorts, removing my bra, and working my way down to my waist, where my panties were. I would lose my panties, leaving me naked and I would leave all my clothes in the room. Then, I would get to work. If I had to clean the pool, I would put my swimsuit on before I would go outside. Everytime I finished cleaning the pool, I felt like taking a swim, and that's what I would do. If it was raining outside, I would put on my bathing suit, come on out, and pull a huge foam aluminum sheet over the water. I didn't care if I got rained on. When I was finished swimming, I would dry myself off, but I would leave my swimsuit on in case I would have to clean something related to water, mostly outside at the pool; I didn't have to clean the pool today, but sometimes if I did, I would be a little playful and splash myself and get my swimsuit a little wet here and there. Inside, I would turn on the radio so I could sing and sometimes dance while I worked. Swimsuit on or not, I would make my housework a bundle of fun everytime.
If I didn't have to clean the pool, I would stay inside of the house and still be naked. That same day, something led me to the dumbest (and sometimes the silliest and funniest) thing I had ever did while doing housework, which was while I was doing the laundry. And after that, I would normally take a short break from my housework. I was naked as usual, but was carrying a heavy basket of my dirty clothes and Mathew's dirty clothes. I wasn't a strong girl like Alex, but I was relatively close to her mark. I had put the heavy basket of clothes down on the floor, but I was really exhausted and weary-looking like I hadn't been getting enough sleep at least 3 nights in a row.
Normally, I would open the washer door when I would put down the laundry basket, and toss all the dirty clothes in, but this time, I had opened the door and added in the water and soap detergent. When I passed by it, I sometimes would try give myself a free hand and turn on the washer while holding that heavy, heavy basket. I wearily stood on my feet, but I mostly lost my balance, and normally I fell to the floor, but this time, I tripped and fell into the washer like Snoopy did in a Charlie Brown show.
"Ooff. Whoa!" I wearily said as I fell inside.
To make matters worse, the washer door closed and I was trapped inside for who knows how long. Even worse, when the door closed and locked tight, I had forgotten that I had set the washer to start whenever the door had closed.
"Oh, shit," I said as the washer started to vibrate.
A little bit of water was on my right breast, but that was soon to change. The washer started to move with an unclothed me inside instead of dirty clothes. Everything I was seeing started to spin because that's what the washer was doing. Soap started running all over me, getting me soaked. At first, it was a little fun, but overall, it was really rough, and like riding on a bull in a rodeo. After 10 minutes had passed, the washer had stopped, and I was violently thrown out of it. I got a little fortunate that time because the green rug that was just outside of the washer had broken my fall. I was covered in soap from head to toe, but thankfully and most importantly of all, I wasn't hurt. I raced to the bathroom, soapy, wet and naked body and all. I quickly took out a white bucket and placed it in the bathtub, and turned on the water. While I waited for the bucket to fill up, I stepped into the bathtub as well and I even rubbed the rest of the soap detergent -- now a soapy substance all over my body. 3 minutes later, I shut off the water, grabbed the bucket, and poured it over my naked and soapy body. Relieved, I stepped out of the bathtub, dried myself off and went back to redo the laundry. I did smell pretty sweet though after that experience.
"From now on," I said.
"if I ever do the laundry, I will put on my bathing suit just in case something like that should happen, which I hope won't."
I've kept that promise since then. That is... except for the next time I did the laundry again that same day. I continued to remain naked since that foolish (and funny) moment until I was all finished with the laundry.
When I was on my break, I would stay naked, but I only used the break to give myself a drink of water and sometimes relax on the couch or in the pool or jacuzzi outside. Nobody was really out in their backyards in our neighborhood. So I would sometimes come outside naked and either go swimming or relax in the jacuzzi. When I finished all of my housework, it would be around lunchtime. So, with everything done, I would throw my bathing suit on, go for another swim outside in the pool, or relax in one of the two jacuzzis, and have some lunch. Sometimes, I would eat my lunch while I relaxed in one of the jacuzzis. After the hours had passed and all the chores were finished, I would throw my clothes back on after I dried myself off if I ever came in from the pool or jacuzzis.
When I would get back to my housework after I ended my break, I would start to mop the floors and clean everything up. I got out the mop, and added some water in the same bucket I used to pour over my soapy body when I fell into the washer. I added a few drops of some cleaner fluid into the water and I dipped the mop in. Everytime I would dip it in, I would try to get a drop of it to land on my body. Sometimes I would be successful. The previous day, I was waxing the floors, and when I dipped the mop inside, a few drops were splashed out of the bucket and 3 of them landed on my torso. One drop landed above my belly button, and another drop landed on my belly button. The third drop landed on the top of my right breast. When I would finish mopping/waxing the floors, I would try to keep my balance, but most of the time, the slippery floors won over my bare feet as I kept slipping on the floor, and I landed on my chest. I had finished waxing the floors today, and I tried to keep my balance, but I slipped. I tried to hold on to the handle on the bucket but that turned out to be a bad idea. When I slipped, the bucket fell down, spilling out the whole fluid onto the floor and around me. I felt like a pig in mud as I rolled around naked in it, getting the rest of my body and parts of my pure orange hair wet.
"Okay, I think I better clean this up," I said while I chuckled to myself.
I got up, and kept my balance this time, and got some paper towels from the kitchen and cleaned up the spill and myself. It was now time to wash my car. I pulled on my green bathing suit and got the stuff Mathew uses when he washes his car. Anytime I washed my car, I liked to do it in my bathing suit because it was so much fun and that was also another opportunity to get myself soaked besides swimming in the pool in the backyard. Sometimes when I finished with everything -- including cleaning the car up, I would get completely out of my car's way and dump the water over my head and soak myself. I loved doing that because I would feel so silly and cooled off after that if it was a very hot day outside.
(end of flashback)
I came out of the house wearing my light pink bathing suit. I dove into the pool and watched Mathew ride. When he looked to his left, he saw me, and pointed his finger at me. I did the same thing to him since he couldn't hear anything from his loud dirt bike. I still thought of those days back then while I watched him ride.
End of chapter.