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The Nude Bar

By: TxRad



Many years ago, I went to a nude bar on the east coast, Kingsport, I think was the name of the town. That was the last one I ever saw, until last Sunday night. I was down in Laredo and had a little time to kill. Not knowing the town, I stopped in a restaurant that had a bar. I struck up a conversation with the bartender about how dead the place was. 

He told me that it always was on Sunday night, so I asked him where he would go, if he wasn't working. He told me about the two titty bars in town. One was topless and the other was fully nude. I told him that I was a little old for those places and asked for something more normal. He gave me the names of two other places.

To make a long story short, I checked out the first regular place and it was all college kids and loud as hell. The second place was about the same. So, I drove out to the topless bar and went in for a beer. 

The girls were beautiful and wore these tiny g-stings but the place was too big and the girls were too stuck up for an old cowboy like me or maybe they just didn't like old cowboys. The all mighty dollar sign seemed to rule the place and I didn't have the look of money. 

I started to go on back to work but turned around and went looking for the nude bar. When I finally found it, the sign out front said, "BYOB. Bring Your Own Booze." Damn, now I had to find a place to buy a six-pack. 

I ended up at a little convenience store down the road and bought a twelve pack, as that is all they had. What the hell, I probably wouldn't drink half of it but I might find someone to share with and a little extra goes a long ways.

Back at the bar, I paid the cover charge and handed the guy at the desk my beer. He passed it through a window and charged me a couple of bucks to have it iced down in a bucket. Once, I was through the main door, a cute young lady handed me a plastic number on a stand and told me that she would bring my beer to the table. 

I went through a second door and stopped to look the place over. It was a long, fairly narrow room with raised seating on both ends marked VIP. I wondered about that. There were about a dozen guys and about an equal number of scantily dressed young ladies scattered throughout the room. There was a large stage with the obligatory brass pole against the back wall and an area with some empty tables on the other side of it. 

There was a chunky, little dark haired girl dancing on stage as I crossed the room. She had on the usual g-string that you see in any titty bar. I chose the middle table of the three along the side of the stage and sat down. 

The music ended and the MC or DJ, whatever you want to call him, started talking about song number three and the girl on stage disappeared through an open doorway in the back of the stage. The next song started and she reappeared nude. 

She danced around the pole for a time and then went to dance for a guy standing at the end of the stage. I couldn't see much of what he could, but she had it right in his face. 

Then the girl showed up with my beer. She spread a towel on the table and sat the beer in front of me. Not knowing what to do, I tipped her a couple of bucks. It must have been right, because she gave me a kiss on the cheek and left. 

When I looked back at the stage, the dark haired girl was down flat on her back with her legs under her. Her hips were raised, humping her sex in a girls face. The girl was a customer and looked a little shocked but stayed right where she was, staring at the pussy displayed so wantonly in front of her. 

I couldn't help but chuckle as she licked her lips, tossed some money on the stage, and hurried back to sit with her boyfriend or husband. She was whispering excitedly in his ear, as soon as her butt hit the seat. When I returned my attention to the stage, the dark haired girl was gone. 

I opened a beer and looked around. I'd already had four beers, so I needed to take it slow and easy. As I looked the place and the people over, I noticed another sign on a couple of small rooms, with one-way glass. The sign said, "High Rollers Only." That had me wondering, also. 

I went back to looking the people over, well, the women anyway. There were three or four couples mixed in with the single guys or groups of guys and even two women by themselves. 

The DJ called the next dancer, after a minute or so the music started, and another dark haired girl came out of the door in the back of the stage. The first dancer coming down a set of steps to my left, still naked as a jaybird, attracted my attention. 

She saw me looking and grinned at me as she shook her large natural boobs in my direction. I grinned back at her as she walked on behind me. I turned my head and watched her walk on toward the ladies room in the back corner of the place. 

For some reason, I found that watching her walk naked through a room full of people was more erotic than watching her dance on stage. Anyway, she had a nice swing to that well-rounded ass of hers.

I turned my attention back to the stage and watched the next girl dance. She was not a bad looking young lady, wearing a very short mini dress, and these ridicules clear plastic high-heeled lift shoes. They must have been five or six inches tall. She was very awkward on them and nearly fell once. After that, she held onto the pole a lot.

The guy, who had told me about these places, had said the girls at the topless place were prettier. He was right, if you like the tall cookie cutter girls with the silly putty, I mean, silicone tits and reworked asses. These girls were a hell of a lot more real for my money and it was my money, after all.

No one seemed to tip during the first song and only a few during the second. Most waited until the third song and the girls were nude. The song ended and the girl turned to head through the door, taking off the mini dress as she went. Nice ass, flashed across my mind just before she disappeared. 

When she reappeared with just a g-string on, I grinned and stood up. This I had to check out from closer up. Not only did she have a very nice ass but also small well-rounded titties, with what I call ski jump nipples. You know the kind that are curved and point slightly upward. 

She smiled at me as she saw me approaching the side of the stage and moved over to dance right in front of me. When she squatted down, still swaying her hips, those nipples were right in my face and even brushed across my cheeks. 

I found myself licking my lips and grinned. She grinned back at me and brushed them a little harder across my face. I nearly took a lick, but decided I'd better cool it, until I knew the rules a little better. I did lick my lips again. 

She stood up, turned around, and bent over, shaking that beautiful ass very close to my face. Damn, I wanted to lick that even more than I wanted to suck on those nipples. I found myself chewing on my bottom lip to keep from do it. She grinned at me from over her shoulder and then pulled out the elastic band just above her left ass cheek. 

I stuck a couple of dollar bills under the strap and let my fingers accidentally brush the satiny skin as I pulled my hand back. She winked at me and moved across the stage to dance for someone else.

As I sat down at the table, I became aware of the hard-on that ran down the inside of my left pants leg. I shifted my position in the low chair, trying to get it in a more comfortable position, without being to obvious. 

Damn, I had forgotten how uncomfortable tight levies were with a hard-on. I must be getting old but you couldn't have told it from the bulge in my levies.

When that song ended, the girl went back stage and returned nude. I mean, nude, nude. There wasn't even a hair on her sex. I felt my manhood twitch and I got up with a soft groan as I walked the few steps to the side of the stage. 

Someone else had beaten me and she was dancing on the other side. She was squatting down and leaned back on her hands, lifting and rotating her bare sex in front of this guys face. He had a smile on, as he stared openly. After a moment, she held out her hand and he gave her some money. 

She stood up, looked around, and saw me. With a grin, she danced over in my direction. She didn't stop until her mound was less than an inch from my nose. Then she made tiny circles with her hips. Once, the smooth skin actually grazed across the tip of my nose. My tongue shot out automatically but not quick enough. 

I heard her giggle as she moved back and turned around. She went down to her knees and then bent forward until her tits were nearly on the floor. Then she scooted back toward me working her back, making her ass rock up and down. My eyes were glued to her low-slung sex and the brown circle of her asshole. Oh God, what a meal I could make of those, among other things. 

She watched me over her shoulder and then reached down between her legs and rubbed her sex for a second before holding her hand out for her tip. As I put it in her hand, my hand was only an inch or so from her sex. I swear I could feel her heat. My hand shook slightly as I moved it away from her. 

Again, she winked at me, before she got up. I licked my lips and winked back. She grinned and moved on to dance for the girls that had been sitting together. Now my hard-on was in full bloom and almost painful, trapped in the pants leg like it was.

I sat down at the table, turned toward it, and adjusted my manhood to a more comfortable position. I hoped the tablecloth covered up what I was doing. It was toward the main room but when I turned back to the stage, the dark haired girl was looking at me with a big grin on her face. She winked before she squatted down and then lay down on her back, with her hips raised. 

From my angle, it almost looked like she was hunching both of the women's faces, that's how close they were together and to her. She was still at it as the song ended. She sat up, collected her money, and whispered with the women for a second or two. Then she stood up, glanced my way, and headed back stage. 

I was watching the top of the stairs, when she came through the curtain. She saw me looking and smiled. I figured that she would walk on to the dressing room like the last girl did, but she didn't. 

She came over, sat down in the chair next to me, and started to get dressed as I watched. She turned the chair towards me and slipped the g-string on over her shoes. She was sitting well down in the chair and when she lifted each leg, she rolled the knee outward, giving me an excellent view of her sex. 

To say that she was wet was an understatement. Her clit was standing up hard and proud at the top her slit. It wasn't large but it was a beautiful rosy pink, a shade or two darker than the thin inner lips spread out to either side of her slit. 

Dancing nude and displaying her body seemed to turn her on immensely. Then she stood up, to pull the g-string up. Next, she picked up the dress, slipped it over her head, and worked it down to her waist. Leaving it there, she sat back down and rolled her chair over close to me. 

I gave her a low soft wolf whistle and she grinned. Leaning over close to my ear, she ran her tongue around its edge for a second and then whispered, "I hope you got that little problem of yours solved, I hate to see a man in pain."

I grinned and nodded as I turned to her and whispered, "Yes, I did but what are you going to do about that flood you have going on?"

She laughed and shrugged. "Occupational hazard," she whispered back. "And you weren't helping it a bit."

"Hey, I was a good little boy," I whispered in her ear, before I licked the outline of it as she had mine.

She gave a little shiver and whispered, "Yes, you were a little too good and you are definitely not a boy, or little for that matter, from what I could see." Her hand wandered up and down my left thigh as she said the last part. 

As it passed over my hard manhood, it paused and gave me a light squeeze. "Damn, not little at all and hard as a rock."

"That's all your fault," I whispered back.

She grinned and kissed me on the cheek as she gave me another light squeeze. "My pleasure I assure you. I'm so wet right now that I don't dare put my dress under me. I'd leave a wet spot if I did."

"I'd volunteer to clean up the problem but you have to work and probably have a husband or a boyfriend or two waiting for you after work," I said with a wolfish grin.

"Oh, I bet you would and could but like you say, I have to work for another couple of hours," she replied and then added with a wicked grin of her own, "I don't have a husband anymore and at the moment, no boyfriends. I do have a girlfriend and her husband for roommates."

"Hmmmm, I don't like the sound of that," I replied. "I wonder if there's a nice motel somewhere close by?"

She laughed and gave me a harder squeeze. "I think I know of one." 

She looked at me for a few seconds and then whispered, "Maybe I can get out of here a little early, its awfully slow tonight."

To no one in particular I said, "I think I'm in trouble."

She laughed and nodded. "Good guess. Now let me run to the ladies room and dry off. Don't you go anywhere, I'll be right back."

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere. First of all, you have a death grip on something I can't leave here without and anyway, I'd embarrass myself if I tried to walk out." I told her with a grin and then added, "Last but not least, is the fact that I'm not crazy and I'd have to be to leave here without you."

With a sigh, she released me and then kissed me on the cheek. "I'll be right back and don't you dare even talk to any of the other women in here. They are all whores and bitches."

"Does that include the lesbian couple at the corner table?" I asked jokingly.

I think she blushed slightly and whispered, "Yes, even them. I think you're as big a lesbian as they are together and I'm not talking size either." She gave a sharp giggle and stood up. "I shall return," she said in a husky voice and then winked at me.

*****

I watched the next dancer, a small, cute blonde. I considered going up to tip her and have a closer look but decided against it. My hard-on was still there and I didn't want to endanger what I already had lined up.

The girl came back wearing a short silk blouse that seemed to mold itself to her breasts and a very short green skirt. The fake glass shoes were gone and now she wore a pair of sandals. She rolled the chair around to the table next to me and sat down. 

"Is the flood under control?" I asked softly.

She grinned and nodded, "For the moment."

"Would you like a beer? I brought way more than I'll ever drink."

"Thank you, I can't open it though and I can't drink it out of the bottle. I'll have to go get a cup. I'll be right back," she said and then glanced up at the blonde dancing. "Why don't you go tip her, I don't mind, I might even join you tipping a lady or two, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind in the least but right now I still have this problem." I replied with a chuckle, moving my ass around in the chair.

She glanced down at my lap and grinned. "I seem to have done a good job on you."

"That's a fact," I said with a laugh. 

She laughed and leaned over to whisper, "I'll have to do something about that after while." Then she stood up and went for a cup.

*****

When she came back, I opened and poured her a beer. She took a sip and then another as she looked at me over the rim of the cup. 

When she sat the cup down, she said, "I'm trying to figure out what I find so damned attractive about you. You're not bad looking, in a rough sort of way. You look old enough to be my father but you're still in pretty good shape. You're dressed in faded levies and a Levi shirt, so you don't look like money. That old cowboy hat is all beat up but it fits you as a person, perfectly." 

She paused a moment and shook her head. "You just seem to look right into me and not just at me. It turns me on like crazy. You look so out of place here, also. Kind of lost. That's all I can say about it."

Not knowing what to say and slightly embarrassed, I just shrugged and then said, "I don't know, I'm just me and what you see is all there is."

She smiled and shook her head again. "No, there far more to you than meets the eye, I definitely know that for sure." 

To change the subject I said, "I don't even know your name? Mines, Randy."

"Rita," she said softly. 

"Glad to meet you Rita," I said with a grin.

"Same here." She replied with a like grin.

After a moment of us looking like two fools, grinning at each other. I asked, "What's with the VIP and High Rolls signs?"

She shrugged and said, "The usual. The VIP section costs a little extra but you get better service. This area down here is called the pit and you get very little, if any service. You can also drink mixed drinks in the VIP area and only beer down here." 

She paused a moment and looked at me. "You don't come to places like this very often do you?"

"The last nude bar I was in was almost twenty years ago and half a continent away. I hit a titty bar every once in a blue moon, but not very often. Probably not more than a couple of dozen times, in my whole life." I told her.

She nodded and said, "I can believe that. I wouldn't believe a lot of guys but for some reason I do believe you." She paused a second and took a sip of beer. 

"The High Rollers Room is for special services and dances. It can get rather expensive. You can get a lap or table dance out here but the girl has to keep her bottoms on. In there, she can take them off and the rules are far more relaxed on touching and what not. I usually stay out of there except for dances and then it has to be someone I like or know."

I nodded and said, "That's kind of what I figured. Money talks and bullshit walks as usual."

She laughed and nodded, "Exactly."

"Are there set prices on the things that go on in there and just how much of it, does the house take?" I asked, being nosy.

She laughed and asked, "Why, are you interested or just making conversation?"

"Both, " I said with a grin.

She grinned and said, "Yes, the prices are set by the house and they get half in most cases."

"Yeah, kind of what I figured, also," I said softly.

"A table dance out here is fifteen and I get ten. A nude dance in there is thirty and I get fifteen. No one likes the split except the house," she said with a frown.

"That's about par for the course," I said and then grinned. "I think I might be able to afford a dance or two in there, if you want to dance nude, just for me."

She chuckled and shook her head. "You just want to get me all wet again, and in there, I would probably come all over you. I get even messier when I do that. I've even been known to gush, if you know what I mean."

Still grinning, I said, "Oh, I think I can chance it but just in case, do they sell flood insurance around here."

She hit me on the leg and laughed. "Just for that, I'm going to sit on your face when I do gush."

"Yummy," I said and licked my lips. 

She laughed and hit me again. "Just about the answer I expected from you." She looked at me for a second and asked, "Are you serous? About the nude dance, I mean, I know you're serious about the other."

"Oh yeah." I replied with a grin. "I'd love to see you gush, on or off my face."

She glanced up at my hat and grinned as she whispered, "I think you will see just that, among other things. I'll show you where to hang your hat when we go in there. It'll give us more privacy." 

Then she stood up and held out her hand. "Follow close behind me and I'll try and hide that problem that's still in your levies. Damn, doesn't that thing ever go down?"

"Not around you, for some reason." I replied with a big smile.

*****

I paid the guy at the door for two dances and then we went inside the darkened room. The deeply tinted windows gave enough light to see well enough by, but just barely. She pointed to a nail on the wall and I hung my hat up on it. 


The Nude Bar



She grinned and said, "Sit on the chair there and let me get undressed. I'll start my dancing on the next song; this one is nearly over. I want you to get everything that's coming to you."

Actually, she sat me on the floor in front of the chair and then stepped back to undress. When she was naked, she moved over to straddle my body and then pushed my head back onto the chair seat. Moving forward a little at a time, she grinned and worked her hips to the music. It wasn't very long until her sex was pressed tightly to my mouth and my tongue was working overtime in its hot, wet, tasty depths.

It didn't take her but a moment or two to come and she did gush right in my mouth when she did. I swallowed a couple of time and went back to working my tongue up inside her. How she kept quiet, I don't know. Her hips and stomach were jerking and jumping around so much that I had to hold onto her to keep in contact.

When that song ended, she suddenly stepped back and pulled at me. I moved up to sit on the chair and she turned around to fool with her cloths. About then the door opened and the guy from outside said, "Sir, you need to move your hat, it's blocking the security camera."

"Oh sure, sorry," I said as I stood up and grabbed my hat.

I grinned at Rita as I sat back down and wiped my mouth on my sleeve. She laughed and grinned back at me. When a song started, she moved closer to me and danced slowly and sensuously. 

She moved closer yet and straddled my right leg, her right thigh rubbing against my crotch. She leaned in and let me suck on a nipple as she took my hands from my sides and placed them on her hips. 

"You can touch anywhere except my sex. Only I can touch that." She moaned softly as my tongue flicked back and forth over her hard nipple. 

"Oh, yes," she whispered softly, "You do that very well, not too hard and not too soft. You have a great tongue."

She moved back, taking the nipple away from me, danced a few steps back, and then turned. Bending over, she said, "Now, you can kiss and lick my ass like you wanted to earlier. Just don't lick my pussy, that's a no, no." 

She grinned at me from between her legs, winked, and wiggled her ass from side to side. "Come and get it big boy," she added teasingly.

I licked and kissed both cheeks and then as the song ended, I took a lick right up the center of the deep cleft. She took a hissing breath as the tip of my tongue bumped over the pucker of her asshole and then she stepped forward and turned around.

"You do that so well," she whispered and then grinned. 

"You have one beautiful ass, what can I say?" I replied with a grin of my own. 

When the next song started, she moved forward and pushed my knees apart to kneel between them. "I can't touch your bare skin but I can touch your pants." She explained. "I just don't want to cause an accident, so let me know if I get to intense, shall we say."

She ran her hands over the outline of my hard manhood as I caressed her shoulders and upper back. After a few moments, she leaned forward and nibbled on the cloth. I could feel her hot breath and the scrapping of her teeth. 

I groaned softly, slipped my hands under her to cup, and caress her breasts. Her nipples were like little rocks against my palms. She moaned softly and nibbled even harder, one of her hands disappearing from sight and I assumed it was on her sex. A loud hot groaning moan at my manhood, announced her orgasm. Along with the flexing of her beautiful ass. 

As her orgasm subsided, she sat back and then chuckled as she showed me her hand. It was all wet and shiny. "May I?" I asked as I reached for her hand. 

She let me take it and then gasped softly as I sucked on first one finger and then another. When I licked her palm, savoring the flavor of her there, she pulled the hand away and whispered hoarsely, "If you're not careful, I'm going to come again." 

She blew out a noisy breath and stood up. She looked down at her sex and inner thighs then grinned at me. "Well, you sure outdid yourself this time. I won't need a rag, I'm going to need a mop."

"My pleasure Ma'am, my pure pleasure," I said with a fake, exaggerated country accent.

She laughed and leaned in to kiss me on the lips. Then she hugged me and whispered in my ear, "You need to wash your face, you taste just like me." 

I laughed and hugged her back. "Yeah, I know," I said. "Now, grab your clothes and let's get out of here. You need a mop and I need a beer chaser." She laughed and led me out to the main room.

At the table, she kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "Thank you, I needed that and I've never come so hard in my life. I owe you big time and I'm going to pay you back in spades. Now, you sit here and relax, I'll be right back. That is if my legs will carry me all the way there and back." She winked and kissed me again.

*****

Rita came back dressed in baggy jeans and a sloppy t-shirt, carrying an overnight bag. She grinned at me and leaned over to kiss my cheek and asked, "How are you doing, cowboy?"

"Not too bad, except for this persistent problem that won't go away," I said softly with a chuckle.

She laughed and sat down next to me. Leaning close and running her hand over my semi hard manhood, she asked in a whisper, "Then how are you going to leave? I'm ready to go. We can't leave together though. I'll have to meet you at the little store on the corner."

"What about all this beer? We only drank three out of a twelve pack. I hadn't planned on meeting anyone special." I asked.

"Well, you did," she whispered with a laugh. "I'll take care of it. I'll have my friend, bag it up, and slip it to me out the back door."

I chuckled and said, "That takes care of the little problem. Now, about the bigger one?"

She grinned and whispered, "Just follow me to the beer counter by the door and then take the exit. It's dark over there and maybe no one will notice."

"That just leaves the well lit lobby and parking lot," I whispered and then grinned as I added, "What the hell, if anyone sees me, then they will just have to. I guess it could come under the heading of advertising for this place."

She laughed and stood up. "Come on, follow me, but not to close. I want to do a little advertising of my own. A couple of the other girls are asking questions about you as it is. They have sharp eyes for shiny things and or large bulges in levies."

I laughed, stood up, and followed her. She had been rubbing and squeezing me the whole time we were talking. My hard-on was back with a vengeance. What the hell, I was only human after all and a hard-on is a man's best friend. Fuck, what they say about the dog.

*****

After I met her at the store, she drove across the street and parked in a small strip mall. We transferred her bag and the beer to my truck and headed back toward town. A few miles down the road, she directed me to a small motel. I got us a room and a few minutes later, we were inside.

We had brought nothing in but her bag and as soon as the door closed, she was in my arms, kissing me. I kissed her back and let my hands wander over her back and ass. She moaned softly as I gave her ass a gentle squeeze. 

Breaking the kiss, she said, "We need to get out of these clothes and I mean, right now."

I grinned as I grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up and off over her head. She laughed as she lifted her arms to let me. As soon as her shirt was out of the way, she reached out, ripped the snaps open on my shirt, and peeled it off me. I kicked out of my moccasins and scooped her up in my arms, carrying her over to the bed. 

I dropped her there, pulled off her sandals, and reached up to unsnap her jeans. She laughed again as she helped me pull them down off her hips and then I grabbed them by the cuffs and pulled them all the way off. She now lay there on the bed totally nude. 

"Just beautiful," I whispered as I unsnapped my jeans and pulled them off. 

Her eyes dropped to my semi hard manhood and she grinned as she whispered, "Oh God, yes, that's a good word for it."

I climbed on the bed and lay down on top of her as her legs spread wide to either side of me. My manhood rested along the center of her slit and slowly slipped between the folds as I moved my hips back and forth slowly. She was rocking her hips up and back in perfect time with me. My dick was growing harder by the second. 

By the time, I was fully aroused, she was moaning softly and then she shivered and whispered, "Fuck me, please fuck me. I'm about to come and I want to feel you inside me when I do."

I lifted my hips and moved down, feeling the head of my shaft, slipping along her slit to come to rest against her opening. I pressed gently forward against her tightness and then felt myself slowly sliding inside her hot, velvety sex. 

She gave a loud yell and rammed her hips up, jamming me even deeper. This brought an even louder yell and she was bucking and hunching me so strongly that I nearly came out of her. 

With another yell, her legs wrapped around my ass, pulling me even deeper. I could feel her inner muscles grabbing and releasing me, along with a series of hot floods as her orgasm rolled on. It felt like she was going to crush me at any second but there was nothing I could do about it. Her legs were locked around me in a death grip.

By the time her inner muscles were down to just a trembling rippling sensation around my dick, she eased up with her legs and sighed deeply. I realized then, that I was all tensed up, and let myself relax. When I did, I moved slightly inside her and she clamped down again like a vice around my shaft. 

"Oh God, don't move, please don't move," she pleaded in a hoarse whisper.

I groaned softly and whispered, "Please don't crush me. God woman, are you always like this."

She shook her head slowly and whispered in a halting voice, "Not really, but this is the first time I've had intercourse with a man, since my husband died."

"I'm sorry," I whispered back and then asked, "How long ago was that?"

"About a year and a half," was her answer. "I've lived with my girlfriend and her husband since then. The club has been my only sexual outlet other than a few of the girls I know." She ended with a giggle.

"No wonder you're about to crush me and kept going boom, boom, boom," I said with a chuckle, which brought a responding crunch around my dick and another groan to my lips.

We lay there quietly for a long time and then she sighed deeply. "I think I'm starting to relax. You don't feel so much like a baseball bat anymore." 

I think she started to chuckle but clamped down on it before she did. "I think I've bit off more than I can handle. You're half again as big as my husband was at his best."

"Just relax and don't worry, we have all the time in the world. Or at least I do, I'm through with my job here for the time being and have a couple of weeks off." I told her.

Her eyes flew open and she looked at me funny. "It's not going to take that long for us to get apart is it?" She asked.

I wasn't sure if she was serious or pulling my leg. "No, but...." I let the sentence die.

She grinned at me and then whispered, "I was joking with you. Give me a few more minutes to rest and relax and then I want you to fuck me with slow steady strokes. I promise I'll try not to mash you flat."

"Yeah, like you will really be able to keep that promise once you start to come again, and again, and again," I said with a chuckle.

She tensed up and gripped me as I did, but not nearly as bad as earlier. She whimpered softly and then whispered, "I'm not planning on letting you out of this room until we are both so tired and sore that we can't move. After a nice nap, I'm going to fuck you some more, when we wake up. If that beautiful hard-on goes away, I'll suck on it until it comes back. I might even let you fuck me in the ass." 

She paused for a second and then grinned. "In fact that's exactly what I want you to end up doing, coming deep in my ass. I haven't had that happen since my wedding night. I hope you brought your Viagra."

"What Viagra?" I asked. "I don't use that stuff. I've never needed it. Although in your case, I might have to consider it, to keep up."

She looked at me for a second and whispered, "Oh shit."

When she did, I grinned back at her and took a long slow stroke almost all the way out and then back in. The head of my dick hit bottom before my hips met hers. She yelled and came just that quick. I held still and held on. It was one hell of a ride. Not nearly as bad as the first but great all the same.

*****

I thought she had fallen asleep, when suddenly she took a deep fluttery breath and whispered, "One stoke, one orgasm." She took another breath and went on, "I can see that this is going to take a while longer than I thought."

"Damn the bad luck," I whispered back with a grin.

Her eyes flew open and then she grinned as she saw mine. "You are such a tease," she whispered and rolled her hips slightly. She made a little whimpering sound but didn't go boom.

"How about if I make a little suggestion."

"And what would that be?" She asked.

"Why don't we roll over and let you on top. Then you can move as you want until you get used to things, shall we say."

"I love that idea, being on top was one of my all time favorites," she whispered. "But let's not try it together, I'd go boom big time if we did. I'm probably going to do it anyway when you pull out." 

She didn't but it was touch and go for a second.

I rolled over and lay down beside her. "How long were you married?" I asked, making conversation.

"Eight and a half years. I was just sixteen when we got married." She looked over at me and smiled. "I'm twenty six now. How old are you?"

"Add thirty one years to that," I said softly.

"Fifty seven? Damn, you are an old fart, aren't you?" she said with a laugh.

"Young enough to fuck your brains out and make you like it," was my answer with a big grin.

She chuckled and sat up with a groan. "Uh, yeah, you may be right about that, but then again it ain't taking much to set me off."

I grinned and motioned to her as I said, "Well, climb your young little ass up here and ride the old pony. Let's see how long you can stay on without falling off or going boom."

She grinned back at me and whispered, "That sounds like a challenge to me." 

Then she got a funny look on her face and leaned over to look closely at my manhood. "You're pierced!" She exclaimed.

"Well yes, I have been since I was around four or five." I told her.

"I've never seen a man pierced before. Nipples yes, but not a dick. Not that I've seen all that many, to really talk about." 

She looked up at me and grinned. "I would have never guessed that someone like you would be pierced." She reached out her hand and flipped the three quarter inch long barbell up one way and then the other. "Hey, that's neat, I like it."

She got up to her knees and straddled my hips. Slowly she lowered her ass until her slit was once again pressed along my shaft. She rocked her hips slowly, moving her sex up and down along my shaft. 

"Hmmm, now that I know it's there, I can feel it rubbing." She shifted her hips and resumed rubbing. Another shift and she gasped loudly, her hips jerking and then freezing. 

"Oh yeah, it just did a double bump over my clit and I nearly came," she whispered breathily. She shifted again and rode me slowly, her eyes closed and a soft smile on her face. 

She leaned forward and placed her hands on my chest, a shiver ran along her body as her hips moved a little faster. After a moment, she opened her eyes and sighed. "A girl could have all the fun she wanted just rubbing up and down on this thing, but I want to feel you back inside me," she whispered softly as she lifted her hips and used her hand to raise my shaft up. 

She rubbed it around her opening and grinned. "One thing for sure, I won't need any oil with you around. My dancing and stuff at the club, keeps me moist and horny but ever since I first saw you, I've been wetter than I can ever remember being." 

She centered the flared head of my dick in her opening and applied her weight to it. I slipped inside her slowly until it was about halfway in. She shivered and whimpered the whole time. 

She sat very still for a second or two and then started to move her hips back and forth slowly. Her sex was only moving back and forth along my shaft an inch or so, but she was slowly settling farther down on me. 

When the head of my shaft touched her cervices, she froze again and moaned loudly, a shaking starting in her hips and moving along her body. She lifted her hips until I was just inside her and held still until her body calmed down.

My hands had rested on her hips this whole time. Now I caressed her sides and back. "I love to watch your face when you move on me," I whispered softly. 

She grinned but didn't open her eyes.

"Books could be written about the play of emotions that flash across it," I added.

My hands moved up to cup and then gently squeeze her small breasts. She whimpered softly and slowly lowered her hips until I touched bottom again. Instead of stopping, she reversed directions and came back up. 

At the top, she paused and then whimpered loudly as she lowered her hips again. I rolled her hard nipples between my thumb and forefingers, which made the whimpering even louder.

When she touched bottom this time, she groaned loudly and leaned forward to lie down on top of me. I hugged her tightly to me and heard her sigh deeply. After a time, she whispered, "You feel so good inside me and I can feel that barbell moving. It's like a focal point." 

She sighed and rolled her hips from side to side slightly. "It wouldn't take much for me to come again and again but I'm not in a hurry anymore. I want to savor it now and let it build." 

I grinned and kissed her hair. "You won't hear any complaints from me. The only thing is that I can't figure out why I haven't exploded. I have pretty good control most of the time but this is very unusual. I love the feelings of you, both inside and out."

She rolled her hips around again and then whispered, "I hadn't even thought about that. I've been too wrapped up in my own little world." She sat up slowly and shivered as her cervices pressed tightly to the head of my dick. 

She lifted her hips slightly to ease the pressure and then grinned down at me. "Let's see if I can get the stuffing out of this thing or kill myself trying."

Then she lifted her hips almost all the way off me and then lowered them back down. She made a dozen strokes like this at a slow speed but the speed was increasing. As it got faster, the length of the stroke got shorter. 

I went to lifting my hips a little, as she came down on each stroke. The first few times I did, it brought a loud gasp to her lips. Then it was a sharp soft grunting groan as her orgasm built a little higher. 

She felt so very, very good as she fucked me but my orgasm wasn't building fast at all. I was enjoying myself far too much to worry about my own; it was hers that I was most interested in. It was building slowly this time and should be of earth shattering proportions by the time it peaked. 

I lifted my hips a little higher each time she came down and the groaning grunt got louder and longer as she leaned forward and placed her hands on my chest again. Her eyes were closed and a look of total abandon was written on her face. 

Suddenly, I felt a hot wave wash down along my shaft and she gave a long drawn out, loud moaning yell as she came and sat down hard. I felt the head of my dick pressing hard against her cervices and then I felt something give and her ass finally settled to my hips. 

Her eyes popped open wide, as did her mouth, and then there was an even hotter flood along my shaft. This, coupled with the pressure and heat around the head of my manhood, almost made me come right then and there. 




The Nude Bar



She yelled loudly and tried to get up but only succeeded in rocking herself back and forth, rubbing me around inside her, and forcing my dick even deeper. I had never felt anything like this in my life. I could feel her juices running down over my balls with a tickling sensation.

Finally, she made her legs work and raised herself up. She gave a loud yell as I felt the head of my dick come out of wherever it had been and then she collapsed on top of me, moaning softly, and breathing hard and heavy. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly. 

After a moment or two, she became quiet and slowly her breathing returned to normal. She was so still and quiet, that I figured she had fallen asleep. Then her eyelids fluttered open and she looked at me with a vague expression for a moment, before her eyes seemed to focus. When they did, she smiled shyly and then sighed deeply, her eyes closing again.

I was almost to the point of dozing off, when I heard Rita whisper, "I told you that I had bitten off more than I could handle."

I smiled as I kissed her on the forehead. "You sure seemed to be doing a fine job of handling it. That is until your legs gave out and you sat down. Then we went into unexplored territory," I whispered and then grinned.

"Boy, have you got that right. I was having one barnburner of an orgasm and then suddenly, I was on a completely new plain. There was a sharp pain and then I was riding a skyrocket, up, up, and away. I knew somewhere deep in the back of my mind that I needed to get up, but my body didn't want to work right. From then on, it was all sparkling lights and wave after wave of pleasure, so intense that it hurt. Then there was another sharp pain and I was floating somewhere far, far away." She told me in a rush.

I hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead again. For a while, I just held her and rocked her gently. She snuggled up closer and sighed deeply, a sound of total satisfaction. 

*****

I awoke sometime later, to a wonderful dream. Someone was sitting on my dick and slowly moving up and down as they rotated their hips slowly. I opened my eyes to see Rita grinning down at me as she moved over me. 

"I woke up and wanted to try this again," she whispered breathily. "Anyway, you were the one that was supposed to go boom earlier, not me." 

She chuckled as she hunched her hips quickly up and down on my shaft and then added, "This time it's going to be a race to see who comes first and don't you dare move. I want to do this all by myself." She groaned loudly and I could feel her inner muscles clasping and releasing my hard shaft.

She tossed her hair back over her shoulder and moved a little faster. She bit at her bottom lip as I felt the head of my dick bottom out on each stroke. I felt my orgasm start to build and build quickly. 

I must have groaned or made a face because she grinned and moved even faster and harder. Once I felt the head of my dick, press into the opening it had went through earlier and she gasped loudly. 

A second later, I did groan loudly, and a second after that, I was coming in long hard spurts. On the second spurt, Rita sat down hard, jamming me back into unknown territory. She yelled loudly and was coming as hard as I was. 

My hips came up, driving me even deeper as she leaned forward to kiss me wildly. Now, I was fucking her with short sharp strokes and our orgasms spiraled even higher. 

She broke the kiss to yell again and shook her hair wildly around, as her ass moved down as far as possible, allowing me to penetrate her even farther. Her body was jerking back and forth, against each of my thrusts. I could feel her sexual juices flooding over me as she tightened and relaxed, repeatedly. 

Suddenly, it felt like I was coming again. That's crazy and couldn't be happening, I thought through the haze and fog of my pleasure. Rita arched her back and sat up straight, rolling her hips from side to side, a grimace of pleasure and pain on her face. My hips had stopped moving at some point and now I just held them pressed tightly to her ass as she moved randomly.

I wanted to sit up and hold her but my body wouldn't do what I told it. It didn't matter, as shortly, Rita, sort of melted forward to lie down on top of me. I wrapped her in my arms and hugged her tightly.

*****

The next thing I knew, Rita was kissing me softly on the lips. As my eyes opened, she whispered, "Hi, welcome back."

I grinned and asked, "Who won the race?"

She looked perplexed for a second and then the light went on. "Oh yeah, that race. I think it was too close to call, so we'll just call this one a tie, if that's alright with you," she said with a grin of her own.

I chuckled and said, "That's just fine with me. I think we both won and in more ways than one."

She chuckled and nodded. "I think you're right." Then she laid her head on my shoulder and sighed deeply. 

"I think it's going to take a whole lot more than just one night to figure out who won what and why," she whispered softly, almost to herself.

I nodded, understanding exactly what she meant.



The Nude Beach



The sun baked our oiled naked bodies, the smell of coconut oil almost overriding the smell of the ocean being carried on the mild breeze. The setting was perfect, a quiet day, my sexy wife next to me and not many other people around to inhibit us.

Dazed by the hot sun, I idly ran my hand down the length of my lover's back. Her soft murmur of pleasure barely penetrated my consciousness until I traced the crack of her round ass. The catch in her breath and the squirm of her hips was so slight that I almost missed it. I retraced the path of my finger, this time pausing at the pucker of her anal flower and applying enough pressure to slip just the tip of my finger into her. I lay absolutely still, pretending that I wasn't paying any particular attention to what I was doing.

I withdrew my hand and sleepily rolled over on my stomach so that we were side by side, on our bellies. Her disappointment was obvious as she muttered that it wasn't fair to tease her like that in public. I lifted to my elbows and checked out the area around us and found that the other naked bodies weren't paying any undue attention to us just then. Dropping back to the blanket I had already decided to go as far as we could get away with.

I slipped my hand under my lover, cupping her naked pubes. I let my hand rest there for a few moments without moving. Slowly I began to lightly massage her Mound of Venus. It became obvious that she was being caught by the movements of my hand as she began to push down with her hips. Her legs parted slightly in invitation to my fingers. I willingly slid my fingers to her shaven pussy lips and lightly brushed her protruding clit. The tremor that went through her gave me the confirmation that I was seeking. Her legs parted more allow me easier access to her already wet slit. Parting her lips I slid a finger to the place at the root of her clit that always set her off and began to slowly massage her love button.

Her hips began to hunch, matching the movements of my hand as I played with the sweetest puss I had ever had the good fortune to be with. Her murmurs of pleasure were changing to moans of approaching orgasm. I wasn't quite willing to let her go all the way just yet so I stopped all movement of my hand causing her to groan in frustration.

Pulling my hand from under her, I rolled over and reached for the tanning oil. I squirted some on her back and began to rub it in to her body. More than anything else I wanted to see if anyone had caught on to what we were up to. There was only one couple in position to see what we were doing although several people seemed to be aware of our game. The male half of the couple about fifteen feet away was on his belly in a good position to see right into Gail's shaved pussy. His sunglasses prevented me from seeing his eyes but his head hadn't moved since she had parted her legs.

I moved down so that I could reach her legs with my free hand and continue to apply the oil. This also let me move the hand of the arm that I was leaning on back under her. Spreading my fingers I caught her clit in the vee and lightly squeezed. Her hard button popped out from the silky lady lips just like a miniature cock. Now, as I was able to massage with both hands I was also free to watch the others around us.

Her hips were moving ever so slightly in response to the hand on her clit when I finished applying oil to her legs. I began to pay loving attention her firm ass cheeks, alternately caressing and squeezing the rounded globes. Her legs were opening more every few moments in unspoken invitation to probe deeper in to her honey hole. I traced the crack of her ass, lightly rimming her puckered hole with my finger. Sliding my right hand down I was able to hide the hand underneath her as I slipped two fingers just inside her dripping hole.

She gasped and began to moan as I frigged her almost to orgasm. I stopped the movements just before she was able to squirt her hot come. As she again became aware of her surroundings I whispered in her ear that she was being watched. She responded by spreading her legs wider still, opening herself fully to the watching eyes and my probing fingers.

Now that I was teasing more than just Gail, I was ready to escalate the game. I had her turn over so that she was face up. She checked out our watcher, and settled back with her hard titties facing the sky.

Leaning over I took a rigid nipple into my mouth and sucked greedily. I spread her legs and began stroking her fat pussy lips with my hand. Spreading her swollen lips I allowed our watchers (yes, watchers, because the woman was now caught up in the action) to see deep into my lovers pink glory. Her swollen clit was at least an inch long and the juices were dripping from her soaking our blanket.

I brought her to the brink of orgasm several times, each time stopping just short of release. She soon began to beg me to bring her off so I helped her over the top. Her spray soaked my hand to the wrist with some drops landing several feet away. She pushed my hand away and replaced it with her own. I was able to watch the faces of the watchers as they stared deep into her soaking pussy as she squirted over and over. I licked my dripping hand clean of her salty juice and held her until she finally finished satisfying herself. I cupped her steaming pussy and watched the voyeurs as they lay there and squirmed. 

Gail collapsed into my arms spent and buried her face in my chest. I knew that my hard cock was going to have to wait until a little later. I let the sun lull me back to that lovely dream state that good sex games brought on.

The couple that had been watching us soon rose from their blanket and walked down the beach. Their intentions were obvious from the tent in his towel and her hard nipples. As they disappeared from view I felt Gail cup my swollen balls as she drifted away to sleep. 



The Nude Beach



California! The promised land! That's how it looked to me as a young girl growing up in St. Charles, Minnesota. Always sunny and warm. We used to always watch the Rose Parade on New Year's Day and every year it would feature these gorgeous flowered floats and beautiful young people in shorts and bathing suits.

Meanwhile, it was snowing like a big dog in Minnesota. No flowers. No shorts and the only bathing suits were worn by those insane people who jumped in a lake on January first to prove some point. Like..."Look how crazy I am!"

My big sister, Louise, was a star student and ended up getting a scholarship to UCLA in the early 70's. She met and married Matt who was a total hunk! I flew out there for the wedding along with my Mom and Dad and it was just as beautiful as I'd always pictured it. They got married at the Beverly Hills Hotel in the fall and we got to cruise all the usual tourist haunts. Grauman's Chinese theater, the Hollywood sign, Disneyland! 

The trip was over all too soon and I was back in Minnesota just in time for it to get freezing ass cold for six months. Get me out of here!

I was no brain child and getting a scholarship to college was out of the question for me. I struggled along after I got out of high school, California was always part of my thought process. How can I get out there and enjoy that glamourous life, not to mention the weather.

My Mom knew I was bored with life in the small town of St. Charles and felt bad for me. We had a heart to heart one morning after I'd returned home late from a Friday night date. By now, at 20, I'd had a few boyfriends and was no longer a virgin. My current beau worked at a brewery and we used to joke about him guzzling up the profits right from the tap!

Mom didn't exactly approve of him but knew well enough not to try and stop us from dating.

So she asked me that morning what I wanted out of life. "Where do you want to be in 5 years Linda?" She asked me.

"Anywhere but here." I said before I had a chance to think. I didn't mean to insult her and Dad. After all, St. Charles was their home. But the words were out and she certainly had heard them. 

The following week Mom and Louise cooked up this plan to send me out to California for New Years Week! I was going to get to go to the Rose Parade! Me! Live! In person! Was I excited? Oh my god! Yes!

Mom and Dad were planning to send me out on the bus but Matt and Louise were having none of that. Matt was doing quite well in the blossoming real estate business in Los Angeles and they flew me out the day after Christmas. My sister is a nurse and had to work that day so Matt picked me up at the airport.

"Hiya Punkin!" He greeted me when I made it into the airport. he gave me a big hug and helped me with my suitcase.

"Louise sure is lucky." I remember thinking. Matt was such an attractive guy! He was tall and tan and had that wavy brown hair like President Kennedy. Great flashing smile. I know he liked me too. When we first were introduced he went to a lot of trouble to spend time talking with me. He never failed to give me a nice...lingering hug whenever we met. Yes, my sister was lucky to have a great husband like Matt.

Matt drove us to the latest house he and Louise were living in. I say "Latest" because, apparently, they moved about once a year. Matt would find these older homes and fix them up in his spare time. Then he'd put them on the market and make a pile of money on the sale. They were doing real well financially. Even had an "Extra" VW beetle that they let me drive while I was there.

The Rose Parade was just as magical as it appeared on TV when I finally got to see it in person. The three of us went down to Pasadena on New Year's eve and spent the night on the Colorado Blvd. with all the other early arrivals. We partied all night long and were really primed when the parade finally started. California was so cool! The people were really friendly and we had a great time. I couldn't imagine being outside all night like that in St. Charles. No Way!

It was so warm that year that I actually went to the beach...In January! Can you imagine? Matt told me to drive through Topanga Canyon all the way to the coast and there was a nice beach right where the canyon reached the sea. I went there three days in a row and it seemed to get warmer and warmer each time.

My return flight to Minnesota was scheduled for January 9th and so we planned a beach day on the Saturday before as a sort of "Farewell to Linda" picnic. At the last second, my sister got called in to work. It happens when you work in the medical field. I assumed the picnic was off but Matt insisted the two of us could still go. "Louise doesn't mind." He told me. "After all, You're sisters!"

So Matt and I loaded up the VW, his designated "Beach Buggy" and got ready to head out for Malibu. Matt gave me one of Louise's bikinis to wear but I was sure it wouldn't fit. My sister has your stereotypical "Hourglass" figure. Big boobs, tight waist and generous hips. I got stuck with small tits, just a gentle swell really and big nipples. I've always been self conscious about my chest and to wear a bathing suit that showed off how little I have "Upstairs" would be embarrassing. 

I politely declined Matt's invitation and instead I just wore bermuda shorts and a tank top. With my little tits I never wear a bra. I knew that Matt could easily look down my shirt dressed as I was but, after all, why would he bother?

Instead of driving through Topanga, which I thought was a pretty neat route to the ocean, Matt took me to Las Virgines Road: Malibu Canyon! It was gorgeous! We went rambling through the hills and then into a long tunnel. When we came out the whole canyon was laid out before us. There was actually some water down below and Matt stopped at a turnout where we could really appreciate the view. With the sun shining and the Pacific as a backdrop, it was quite a sight!

Matt was very attentive to me and the conversation was flowing both ways. He briefly put his arm around me as we took in the view but it was in a friendly kind of way. And, after all, we were friends.

When we got to Pacific Coast Highway Matt took some time to drive me past some star's homes that he knew of, being in the real estate business. This was exciting for a country girl like me, to see where all these rich and famous people lived. We continued north until we reached this place called Zuma beach. Instead of turning in and paying to park at the toll booth, Matt made a left and we drove slowly down an unpaved road. 

"What's down here?" I asked. "Free Zuma" he replied. "It's for cheapskates like me who don't want to pay the buck fifty to park!"

We got our towels and the cooler and headed out onto the sand. Well, it only took a few moments for me to realize this was no regular beach. We walked by one blanket where two women were sunbathing topless! I couldn't help but look back as we passed them and when I returned my gaze forward I saw two guys with boogie boards walking towards the surf...completely naked! This was a nude beach!

I think I said something like "My goodness!" To which Matt replied "I should have warned you Linda. Louise and I come here all the time. You don't have to take your clothes off if you don't want to. I just like it cause it's a hang loose place and you can drink a beer without everybody getting all upset about it."

"Oh....gosh, well, I...No problem Matt. This looks great!" Of course I was shocked but this was California and everything was different here. We laid down our blanket and Matt snapped on the transistor radio and we settled in to enjoy the day. I eventually came to realize that it really was a "Hang Loose" beach and nobody cared if you wore a bathing suit or not. I felt like such a hick! Here I was, making judgments about these people just because they chose not to wear clothes. How "Minnesota" of me!

I still couldn't believe I was sitting on a beach in the month of January. California truly was different. The Bee Gee's "Night Fever" came on the radio and I started to get into the mood to enjoy this day out here with my sister's husband. He'd opened a can of beer and was holding it in a towel to disguise the fact.

"He's California through and through." I realized. No wonder my sister loved him. Good looking, easy going, fun to be with. Where were the groovy guys like him back home? There weren't any!

So I slowly got used to the nudity I saw all around me and ate one of the sandwiches we'd brought along. I also drank one of those cold beers which really loosened me up!

Matt looked over his shades at me and asked if I was ready for a dip. Of course, not having a swim suit, I declined. "Suit yourself!" He responded. Matt then proceeded to stand up and pulled his tee shirt over his head. Then, before I had a chance to react, he dropped his cutoffs and underwear and stepped out of them. My brother now stood before me completely nude!

I quickly turned back into "Silly Linda from St. Charles" and turned my head to avoid a face on confrontation with Matt's dangling penis. He paid no attention to me and simply headed out to the surf, his firm and tanned buns jiggling slightly as he walked away.

Well I wasn't expecting that! I had so much to adjust to here in California! I wasn't a virgin and had been in sexual relationships with boys but quite honestly, I'd always had sex rather furtively...like in the back seat of a car or at someone's house while I was baby sitting and hadn't really seen a grown man's penis up close. Like that! I was getting an education, that's for sure!

I watched as Matt entered the water and quickly dove head first into an approaching wave. He came up shaking the water from his hair and swam out to meet the next set heading in.

He's so cute! I found myself thinking. I wondered if my sister took off all her clothes when they came here. She would have been the star of the show on this beach that's for sure. I began to toy with the idea of disrobing. Just for a minute. If I had a body like Louise I would have done it proudly. But I was still really shy and inhibited and so I just sat there on the towel watching and thinking. 

I opened another can of beer and it started to taste good there in the hot winter sun. Matt came out of the surf and joined me on the towel. "Water's a bit cold until you get used to it." He commented. He put his sunglasses back on and laid back to dry off in the sun. I noticed a young woman about my age walking towards the water line whose breasts were no bigger than mine. She was talking with a couple of boys who didn't appear to be paying any attention to her body. It was like a natural thing to them I came to understand.

All of these folks were just out to enjoy the sunny winter day here in California and nobody cared what anyone else looked like...dressed or not.

So the idea came back into my head. I could do this. Nobody would know or care. Matt and Louise were obviously very familiar and comfortable with this public display of nudity so why shouldn't I be?

The Stone's "Miss You" came on the radio and I started to feel kind of sexy. The idea of taking off my clothes right out in the open began to edge closer and closer to making sense. "This is what it's all about." I told myself. "This is California!"

Matt got up and headed back down to the ocean, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I found myself gathering courage for what I now knew I was going to do. All I had to do was stand up and...and...

If I thought anymore I wouldn't be able to go through with it so I just stood up and reached for my tank top and began to pull it off. I could feel the eyes of every stranger on the beach as I bared my firm but very small breasts for the first time. The sun was hot but a cool breeze hit my sensitive nipples and they quickly began to enlarge. I have very pale skin and I thought briefly about putting on some Coppertone but I decided to get on with stripping before I lot my nerve. I dropped my bermuda shorts leaving me dressed in only my little white panties.

Just as I was about to take off my panties, I looked around behind me, I don't know, to see if anyone was looking I guess, and I noticed that some people were looking! Apparently if you sit on a nude beach for an hour or so fully dressed, it's more interesting when you take your clothes off. I grabbed the waistband of my panties and pulled them down a few inches, and panicked!

It's one thing to show your tits on a public beach but, to me, it's quite another to let a bunch of men you don't know see your pussy. I didn't want to look like a fool in front of these people who were all used to nudity, so I walked towards the waves in my panties.

Matt saw me approaching from the surf and he called out to me "There you go Linda! Dive in fast and you'll get used to it right away!"

Well, I found out another little known fact about California right then: It's sunny and warm on the sand but it's winter in the water! It was absolutely freezing! Get used to it indeed! Why not get used to bonking your head into a wall! I did my best to move steadily into the water but it was shocking. I had my arms wrapped around my boobs to try and keep warm but it was hopeless!

Matt was calling for me to dive into an approaching wave insisting "It'll be fine!" Fool that I am, I did just that, hitting the wave halfway up and freezing myself into next week! I came up coughing out in the surf and then Matt was right there with me. He encircled me with his arms and it was at least a little warmer.

"Good for you!" He gushed. I was shivering from the cold and he hugged me real tight in response. I felt my nipples, now very firm and completely erect poking my brother in his bare chest. It was an erotic moment to be sure even though I was so cold I was totally distracted. Yes, I did sort of "Get used to it" but I never stopped thinking about how soon I could get out of the water. Matt's hands roamed down to my panties . Then he was cupping my ass cheeks below the water as he gently guided me along out there. We were tightly pressed together and I could feel his penis touching my leg. He wasn't hard. No one could have been in that cold water! But it was putting some thoughts into my head, feeling Matt's cock against my thigh.

I finally told Matt I'd had enough and, hand in hand, we made our way back to the sand. I saw a number of eyes watching us as we walked to our towel and I looked down to see my wet panties were now almost completely transparent! My red pubic hairs were clearly visible right through the thin fabric of my panties. I must have been quite a sight! My pink nipples all stiff and my pussy hair showing through my panties as Matt led me to our stuff.

I gratefully laid face down on the warm towel and Oh! It felt good! I'd done it! I'd taken off, well, most of my clothes and gone in the ocean in California! I was, kind of proud of myself! No one back in St. Charles would ever believe this! 

The warm sand quickly managed to thaw out my hardened nipples and I separated my legs a bit to allow the sun's warm rays to shine on me. I knew Matt was getting an eye full of my firm young ass with only my flimsy little panties covering it.

"Those are probably full of sand." Matt said pointing to my underwear. "Maybe you should take off your panties."

I was thrilled that I'd had the guts to bare my breasts and all but I wasn't quite ready to take my panties off right in front of Matt. I would be lying there completely naked before him. I don't have the abundant growth of hair "Down There" that most women have. Just a sparse patch of curly red hair is all I have to cover my pussy. Why, my pink pussy lips would be showing and Matt would be able to see everything I have! Well, almost everything. Anyway, I said "I'm fine."

So I relaxed and enjoyed the afternoon, sunning my little tits and talking with Matt. We shared one more beer together and then decided maybe I'd better get out of the sun. To go back to Minnesota with a tan? That I wanted to do! To get sunburned and go home all peeling, no way.

We shook off as much sand as we could and climbed into the VW for the ride home. Matt put the Car's new album on the cassette deck and we sang along to "My Best friend's Girlfriend" as we rambled through the canyon. "What a life!" I thought. "What an incredible life!"

We stopped at a corn stand on the way home and got some freshly picked sweet corn, then Matt got some chicken wings to barbeque. I remember walking into the house and admiring the view from my sister's hillside home. What a life!

I went into the bathroom immediately to shower off all of the sand and salt I'd acquired on the beach and the water felt real good cascading over my naked body. I used my sister's shampoo to wash my hair and I was about midway through lathering up when I heard the bathroom door open.

"Hows the water in there?" Matt called to me. 

"Well a hell of a lot warmer than down at Zuma!" I shot back. I assumed he was going to pee or something but suddenly, the shower curtain opened behind me and Matt stepped in.

I was busy rinsing the soap out of my mane of curly red hair when I felt Matt's hands reach around and begin to soap up my little tits! "Hey! Cut it out!" I joked. I playfully reached back behind me to grasp his penis. After all, he'd been nude in front of me on the beach most of the day. I'd let him see most of my fresh young body too. But then I realized it wasn't exactly the same thing. His cock was erect! Instead of that sweet dangling mushroomed tipped penis I'd seen earlier lying harmlessly against Matt's leg, my little hand touched a fully blown hard on!

"Go ahead, it feels good." He said quietly. The running water provided a kind of screen for what was taking place. I touched him again. He was soapy and my hand glided over the slippery surface of his cock. Then I felt the head poking into my butt cheeks. I reached down for the creme rinse and Matt's cock slid between my legs until the head emerged in front. His penis was rubbing against my pussy lips as he moved right up against me as he had in the ocean. I was trying to go on with this silly charade of rinsing my hair while my sister's husband was sliding his big hard cock between my legs! I finally turned to face him and his big brown eyes were burning into mine. We didn't have to speak now. We both knew where we were headed.

I looked up at him, unsure of what to do and Matt seized the opportunity and kissed me. We both wanted it and I had to accept the fact that I was going to do this and I didn't want to think any more about the consequences. So we kissed and got all in each other's mouth and I felt his hard on impatiently rubbing my belly.

"All clean?" He smiled. I nodded and he led me out of the shower. The bathroom was steamed up and Matt set me down on the toilet seat, his penis bobbing freely before me. He then reached down and began to nuzzle and then suck on my sensitive pink nipples. And that just drove me wild with desire! My pussy began to get excited and I was eagerly anticipating whatever Matt had planned for me. I reached out to fondle him while he excited my little tits, licking and caressing them as they achieved full erection.

"You have such great tits honey!" He complimented me. "I'm sorry they're so small! I offered. But I knew from the look on his face that he wasn't disappointed.

Matt then coaxed me to my feet and placed a clean towel on the toilet seat. He turned me around and got me on my knees on the "Throne" he'd prepared for me. I looked back at Matt and watched as he gently opened my buttocks. "Oh God, he's looking at my asshole!" I realized. I lowered my eyes in embarrassment at my complete exposure to my sister's husband. And he took his time looking! He then took my pussy lips in his fingers and slowly spread me open! Even with the shower continuing to fill the bathroom with warm steam, I could feel cool air as Matt opened my pussy. I wanted to be fucked right about then and I looked back at Matt, noting the transfixed expression on his face.




The Nude Beach



"Go ahead and put it in Matt." I said softly. He didn't make me wait. No, he placed that big cock right at my little hole and began to push. My eyes widened at his unexpected size! I'd had sex with boys back home but Matt was no boy! "Oh...Matt wait!" I called back to him. "Don't put it all the way in!"

Matt was watching me as he slowly introduced his cock to my waiting pussy. He moved slowly, apparently knowing I would need a bit of time to adjust to his sizable manhood. So he moved slowly but my pussy was warm and tight and finally he just grabbed my waist and held me in place and shoved real hard. All of him slid right into my pussy! All of him! I took every centimeter until his balls were touching my swollen pussy lips below.

Then he began to fuck. Slowly at first but building up speed until I was totally lubed up and ready to take all he had to offer. And he offered plenty. Plenty of hard cock repeatedly stabbing into my willing young pussy. It felt so good. I felt his hands separate my butt cheeks and knew he was treating himself to another look at my little pink asshole. Now he'd seen everything I had. I began to move back to meet him as he shoved himself into my hot pussy over and over. I knew his crisis was rapidly approaching and with the last coherent thought I had in my brain I realized I couldn't get pregnant with my brother. 

"Don't come in my pussy Matt!" I warned. Matt kind of grunted when he heard me say "Pussy" and I felt his cock begin to swell inside me. "Where should I come Linda?" He gasped.

Remembering his infatuation with my rear cheeks, I spit out "Oh come on my little asshole!" 

"Oh honey!" He managed to get out before jerking his rock hard cock from my desperately clinging pussy hole. With a triumphant cry Matt unleashed torrents of hot sperm all over my asshole! I reached back and took my butt cheeks in hand and held myself open so he could really see his target. And he didn't miss either. I felt each and every shot as it landed on my forbidden little back hole until, finally, he was finished.

We jumped back into the shower which was now almost out of hot water. Matt started lathering me up again and, believe it or not, his cock began to stiffen! I knew if he got completely hard he probably wouldn't be satisfied just to come on my asshole. Besides, I couldn't live with myself if my sister were to arrive home early and discover what we'd been up to.

So I got out of the shower and Matt did too. We lovingly dried each other off and had one more kiss in that steamy bathroom before I went back to the guest bedroom to dress. 

When I made it back to the kitchen, Matt had the dinner well under way and it was all ready when Louise got home from work.

"Well, did you guys enjoy the beach today while I was slaving away?" She said in jest. She had no idea how much we enjoyed the day! 



The Nude Beach



It is a perfect day to go to the beach. There is a nude beach not far from where I live. I pack my beach bag with my sunscreen, towels, blanket and my book. I pack up a cooler with water and food. I put on my bikini and my cover up. I pack the car and drive over there. The beach is not too far away.

I find the perfect spot and lay out the blanket. I take off my bikini, and rub the suntan lotion all over my body. The beach is crowded. Some people have bathing suits on, and others are nude like myself.

I lay down on my back and start to sunbathe. The sun is beating down on my body. My skin is feeling very hot. I get up and walk to the waters edge. I stick my toes into the water. I walk further into the water. The water is very cold, but my skin is so hot from the sun. I am deep enough in the water and start to swim. My nipples are hard and erect.

The water feels so good against my nude body. I swim all around. The water is calm, with a few waves. I walk out of the water, and continue to just have my toes in the water.

Suddenly, a man walks towards me. He is in his bathing suit and starts to talk to me. We are talking about all sorts of things, and we are getting along well. He is very handsome. As we are talking, I notice his bulge is growing in his bathing suit.

He asks me if I would like to take a walk over to where he is sitting. I tell him that would be great. We go to the area where I was, and gather my stuff. We walk over to a more secluded part of the beach. He is sitting near a cove.

We sit down, our backs are against a wall of rocks along this cove. We are in front of each other but a distance from each other. He now has removed his suit. He asks me if I would like a beer. I take it, and we start to drink. As we are talking, we find out we are both nudists. We tell each other, that we like to masturbate in front of people.

He tells me that he took a vacation at a nude resort. I tell him that my lover and I have been nudists awhile now. We have a lot in common and the conversation is flowing.

He tells me that his girlfriend lives about an hour away. I tell him that my lover and I live together. We are telling each other stories about our lovers and our lives. We have this interesting connection. We don't want to have sex together, but to mutually masturbate in front of each other is very arousing.

We have now had about 4 beers each. His cock is about 8 inches long. He is clean shaven. He is stroking his cock from his base to his head. He is moving his flesh with each stroke. His one hand is fondling his balls, lightly squeezing them. He then changes hands, and starts to play with his nipple. He is rubbing his nipple between his index finger and his thumb. He is moaning. He is looking right at me, while he is masturbating.

My breasts are firm, and my nipples are erect and hard. My legs are spread, and I am rubbing my fingers along my clitoris. I slowly insert my index finger into my vagina. I have it up to my knuckle, and I am moving it all around. I am moving my fingers in a circular motion around my clitoris. My other fingers are deep inside my pussy. I am very aroused, masturbating in front of this stranger.

Our breathing is changing, as we are both getting each other off. He is stroking his cock faster now. His hands are holding his cock firm as he jerks it. He is moaning a little as he is playing.

I start to play with my left breast. I am pulling on my nipple, and pinching it between my index finger and my thumb. I am moaning a bit, as I insert four fingers into my wet pussy. My fingers are deep within my pussy. I am so wet as I play with my wet cunt.

He is stroking his cock faster and faster. His balls are now hanging, and he is cupping them in his hands. His pre-cum is oozing down his shaft. He swirls some on his fingers and tastes his cum.

I am leaning against the wall of rocks. My legs are now bent, as I am working my fingers faster and faster inside my pussy. I am moaning. I change hands and start to play with my other breast. I am twisting my nipples and rubbing my breast. My fingers are deep within my pussy. I am sliding my fingers into my pussy over and over again.

We then tell each other that we are minutes away from climaxing. He is working his cock fast in his hand. His breathing is now heavy, and his voice has changed a bit. I am working my fingers faster and faster inside my pussy. We look at each other, and we begin to climax. He starts to moan as his cum shoots out of his hard cock. He continues to jerk his cock until all his cum is out of his cock. He then licks some of his cum that was on his hand.

I start to moan. My body shakes, as I start to cream onto my fingers. My juices pouring out of my wet bald cunt. I am moaning, as my fingers are now coated with my cream. I take out my fingers and slowly begin to suck them.

We both smile, and say that was awesome. We walk back to the water and start to swim. We are laughing, and having a good time. We don't talk anymore about what had just happened.

We only shared our names with each other. We are both in relationships. We are not looking to meet ever again. We get dressed and say our goodbyes and leave the beach.

Once inside my car, I laugh and think to myself that was really wild.



The Nude Beach on Cres



Author's note: This was my eighth trip to Europe. They say that the jet lag means less every time you fly the pond, but I don't think that's true. What I do think is that we learn to live with it, but that our bodies still feel it, every time.

The focus is to be on one day, one day only. Here's the story of that day.

* * * * *

I woke up in a strange place, uncertain where I was. As I awakened, I realized that I was at my brother's house, in the village of Cres, on the Adriatic island of the same name. Cres lies on the Dalmatian coast, off mainland Croatia. Brother Don and I had driven from Frankfurt to Croatia on the same day that I arrived in Europe - a twelve hour drive after an all night flight over the Atlantic, a drive that included crossing the Alps - and ferried with his Audi over to the island.

His house is a two level apartment row house on an ancient village street, too narrow for cars. It had been a convent. There are shops and restaurants just paces away, and a small courtyard that echoes every sound coming from any of the surrounding buildings. Here, in the courtyard, the neighbors sit and do nothing but drink, talk and relax.

It was around 8:00 a.m. that morning, euro time, which is like early tomorrow this side of the Atlantic. Not a creature was stirring in that house, in my brother's beach house, there in the pedestrian only area of the village of Cres, where Roman stones formed the walkway toward my brother's front door. I got my ass up and I got moving. A block or so away, I found a coffee bar, and I had a morning espresso. I had not had a coffee in the two years since I kicked caffeine, but I didn't care. 48 hours out of JFK, after that too long drive down from Frankfurt, I was about as dazed as I could be. Then, in the rising sun, I wandered around the old town of Cres.

Next thing I knew I was at the stone church, which had a high square tower and which was the focal point of the town. The church was open, I went in. The Stations of the Cross were a thousand years old and truly unique. I walked the Stations of the Cross; I studied the representations of Jesus Christ, being cared for by the different women of Jerusalem as he walked his final journey. I wondered as I prayed. What about the people who had been stuck there, stuck there on that island, people who for this reason or that could not leave, generations who lived and died there, before cars, when the tiny fishing village was a place to escape from and not a place to escape to.

It was a Roman town, back in Roman times, and parts of the place probably looked the same to me as it did to some Roman thousands of years ago. It was and is a fishing village, with a bay and a small harbor. Pirates combed these islands during Roman times. Julius Caesar was probably held here when he was kidnapped as a youth. I finished my prayers, crossed myself with holy water, and I left the church. 

I have always enjoyed the morning sun, and the sun that day was a sun to enjoy. I went back to the house, changed into my bathing suit, left my wallet and passport behind, and headed out for a walk along the beach. Close to town, the beach is developed. A paved path, like a bike path in the USA, runs out from the small harbor along the coastline. There are restaurants here and there, nice houses on the water, some shops. But the beach itself is shit. No sand, only rocks. No surf. And the rocks are quite sharp. I was wearing my sandals and wishing that I had a pair of beach shoes. Already, before 9 am, there were other morning sun worshippers out. I saw an occasional topless woman as I walked. Not surprising, I had seen topless women in Europe many times. Although the beach was rocky, the water was aqua blue and beautiful. The sea did not smell, no rotten fish, no salt water odors, and the water appeared quite clean.

There was an attractive couple buying juice at a beach store; so attractive that I took a second glance at them. The woman had on a maroon shift dress that hung from her shoulders like a long tee shirt. She was thin, maybe 5'6, but thin with shape. She had long brown hair and a striking face. The guy was dark haired and a little taller than my 6'1. I guessed them to be late 20s, maybe 30.

My intention was to take a very long walk and to get some exercise. Jet lag and my over indulgence in wine needed to be balanced out. The path along the beach was a paved sidewalk, some concrete, some blacktop. Bicycles passed, and I watched the petals crank the wheels. The path seemed to go on forever. I watched, I walked. After an hour's hike, I came to an area where there was a campground. I saw people waking up, stepping out into the morning light, drinking coffee. The day was surprisingly bright, a sky clear blue sun hot day, common maybe there but not common to me. Kids were already in the water. Some of the kids were nude and it seemed quite natural. 

As I continued down the path, I came to an area where open nudity was permitted. There were no signs, not like France or California, nothing said "nudity OK." It was a campground of a sort, adjacent to the water. There were small trailer houses that may have been rental units, I didn't know, but the people were standing around nude, making small talk with one another. For the most part they were older, unattractive people. They sported distorted shapes that I found no pleasure in seeing clothed or not. It was embarrassing to look at them, stomachs hanging out, smoking cigarettes, drinking styrofoam cups of coffee. My pace quickened.

`Walking further out I rounded a corner or two, and I found a nice area set up for sunbathing. The beach there was extremely rocky, big sharp rocks interspaced with small rocks. To overcome the rocks' surface someone created concrete sunbathing plots in the 150 feet or so between the bike path and the sea. These were poured level pads, each about the size of a king sized bed. They were spaced at different height levels near the water, about 15 feet or so apart. (OK, they were spaced like Spock's chess game on the Star Trek series - don't mean to date myself.) Some of the better perches were secluded and could not be seen from the bike path. Some were clearly placed to be seen from the path, which no doubt brought its share of gawkers on a beautiful June Saturday. 

A couple was walking behind me, they followed me close for several minutes, after I passed them first from behind. They were attractive, early thirties I thought, she had dark red hair worn in a short style, and she wore black sunglasses; he was burly with a full trimmed beard. Along the water, a family of three were posing for pictures - a man, a woman and a young teen age girl - with their bathing suits on. The mom was fat but the young girl was just coming of age, thin, maybe 15 years old. In an instant they each stripped and posed for the same group pictures in the nude. The teenager had perky budding breasts and a wisp of blond hair at the top of her thin thighs. Then I noticed the couple behind me stop and climb toward one of the sunbathing platforms. I walked on, where I came upon a very attractive woman close to the path. She had long dark hair. As I approached, she stripped her bright blue bikini off while stretching out on a lounge chair. The woman saw me approaching her and she opened her legs. She looked up and smiled at me, and her smile invited me to study her nudity. The people in this area of the beach were, for the most part, very good looking. But more than that, they were exhibitionists showing off their good looks.

I stopped for a second. Turning around, I decided to head back. At that instant, it was too much for me. I felt that I was abusing these folks' privacy, I felt odd and I felt out of place. There was no reason for this, I thought, I am a handsome guy. I didn't need to behave like some geek, looking for a quick thrill. I started back, and walked 30 yards or so. Then I saw that the day had really come alive - it was about 11 a.m. - and there were many attractive women, and couples, sunning in the nude. For me it was a sight to behold: beautiful nudes, the sun and the sea.

With a changed mind I climbed to one of the concrete sunbathing platforms. I found a nice spot, not far from the path, with a nice view of the sunbathers and the sea. I sat for a second and I looked around. There was a 35ish blond 15 feet on my left, on my right there was an attractive couple, and 50 feet away were the couple that I had been walking near earlier. The blond said "hello" to me, in English, which is a normal greeting everywhere I've been. At the point of commitment, I stripped. I was not reluctant at all. If these folks could do it, so could I. I laid back. Turning, I leaned toward the blond so that we faced each other. I watched her; I showed myself to her while she showed herself to me. It was very relaxing to feel the suns rays warm all of my body. I wasn't sexually excited or aroused, at least not in the typical way, but there was excitement in both the exhibitionist and the voyeur aspects that I was experiencing.

I rolled to face the other way. On that side the couple, that were earlier walking near me, were spreading beach towels. I watched as they took their clothes off. They looked around, standing, showing off. They were staking out their territory. The gal with the dark red hair removed her blouse and shorts, while standing, and then she removed her bra and panties. She had a perfect physique, a firm round fanny, trim legs, medium sized natural breasts and nice facial features. She lifted her sunglasses up into her hair, and with hands on hips, she stared out over the sea. Her male friend, who was quite hairy but in good shape, stood proud next to her. What a pleasure it was to look at that attractive couple, a nude male and female, by the water in the sun.

At the spot where I chose, the rocks were extremely jagged. But there was a worn path to the water. That path went right next to the bathing pad that I was on. To swim, nudists walked right by me. The first couple that came by stopped, said hello, and virtually examined me while posing to get my approval. They welcomed me. The guy was a little overweight, they were about 40, but she was holding up very well. She had firm high breasts, a pretty face, died blond hair and a shapely ass. At the time it didn't occur to me, but these people were probably all regulars, who probably went there every sunny weekend day, and I was the stranger in their territory. As the gal stayed close to me, the guy went in the water. Then he tossed his plastic beach shoes back to his wife as she stood a few feet in front of me. She faced me, she turned, she opened her legs, then she bent down to pick up the plastic shoes. She pointed her fanny at me - she showed me her body from every angle - as her husband watched her and watched me enjoying her. 

I laid back, comfortably, and viewed the scene. It was as if I felt that I fit in with this group of exhibitionists. I am confident about my own nudity. At nearly 6'2, my weight is about 190. I have broad shoulders, I keep my body hair trimmed short, and I possess a good size cock. I worked out at the Y three times a week for that moment, I did one hundred sit ups a day for four months. Relaxing in the sun, I rotated again, this time to face the bike path. Tourists, gawkers, clothed people with cameras, including many women, were stopping along the path, gazing at the nudists, and they were gazing at me too. The situation had been reversed, and it was fun.

The sunbathing pad immediately next to me had towels spread out, like someone had claimed it, but no one was there. That spot was more secluded, it was tucked behind large rocks and hidden from the bike path. Then, to my amazement, the same attractive couple that I had seen in town, buying juice, climbed onto that spot. I was a single nude male, perhaps the only single male nudist around. I lay facing them as they arrived in their space. They poked around for a few minutes, with some hesitancy. I was close enough to see that they were not wearing wedding rings and to hear their whispers. The gal then lifted her dress off, facing me, and the guy started undressing too. They had bathing suits beneath their clothes. But they didn't pick that spot to wear bathing suits. He hesitated, she didn't. She took the lead and removed her purple bikini; first the top, to reveal firm breasts on a thin frame. Her long brown hair fell down her back. Next, she tugged the bottom half of her suit down to her knees, then she sat back and removed the panty portion. As she sat, she spread her legs wide directly in front of me. This woman was stunning, absolutely stunning, in her beauty. I stared at her trimmed mound as I lay nude fifteen feet from them. The guy still had his suit on. I couldn't figure it out, why she took the lead in stripping. Maybe he was aroused - or so I guessed - by his girlfriend's nudity and a little embarrassed by his arousal. But after 10 minutes, minutes that included other nude couples climbing in and out of the water right in front of us, he stood up and removed his black bathing suit. At that moment, the most attractive couple that I had seen in Cres was nude before my eyes and were displaying themselves for my enjoyment. They kissed, they caressed, they looked over at me, smiled and said hello. As they sat facing each other, she placed her hand on his penis, they talked and they laughed, but they were not speaking English. I wondered what they said.

Then they decided to take a swim. Standing up, they each pranced around a little bit, showing off. The guy was thin, trim, he had thick dark hair and his cock hung long. He climbed on top of a large rock and he dove into the water, smacking his balls against the surf. But the gal chose the slow climb into the water, which put her within inches of where I lay. When she was nearest to me, facing me, she stopped. She arched her back a little, her nipples appeared hard and aroused, her legs were open. At that distance - she was two feet from my face - I literally examined her. She stood for me, making certain that I saw everything about her nudity. I stared at her stiff mound, she posed, as she enjoyed her exhibitionist side, proudly showing her nude self to an absolute stranger. Her eyes found my penis. I opened my legs wide, encouraging her to visually enjoy me as I was enjoying her. This went on for a few minutes, like a ritual dance of a sort. Then she crept into the water, bending down, legs open, so that I could see her wide crotch through her butt. They swam for a few minutes, and then they climbed back slowly to their spot, again passing within my reach as they went by me. Once back in their spot, they started to kiss and embrace. Her left hand again touched his penis, but the guy got anxious and he put his suit back on. She said something to him I didn't understand, she stretched out nude, grabbed a magazine, and began reading.

I rolled over to balance the sun tanning. Maybe there's a rule against sex on this nude beach, I thought. They must have rules. None of the real nudists took pictures, and I didn't see anyone engaged in sexual activity.

There were two women on my left, the blond and a woman who looked like she could be her sister. They were speaking German. The blond also decided to take a swim, and she strolled to within inches of my face. Like the others, she made sure that I saw every inch of her anatomy, while she examined mine. I willingly opened my legs and moved for her, she studied my penis, my muscular chest and arms, I looked as closely at her as I could. Then a man came to swim with her, and they tiptoed towards the water. He was fat and overweight, and I assumed he was her husband. She made faces about him, as she posed for me, and as she cast her eyes on my body. They swam far out in the water, and back. As she exited the water, she went by me again. It was an enjoyable vision. Once back to their sunbathing spot, the fat man said something to the other of the two women, and he left with her, leaving the blond woman near me. She watched me watching her, and she smiled to show me that she did not mind my observation.

I had been there for at least a couple of hours, and although I was loving it, I felt that I should go back to my brother's house. Also, I was getting a lot of sun, especially on my shaved head. I put my bathing suit back on, hitched my sandals, took a last look at my neighbors, and headed back down the bike path toward Cres. As I walked back, there were many more nudists out, doing all the normal activities of any campsite. I walked past another stretch of "beach" that had no sunbathing pads, which was right next to the path. The nude sunbathers used aluminum folding lounge chairs to stay free from the rocks. In this stretch of the nude beach, the women were also very attractive, but in a different way. I saw a bleached blond with a body too good to be real lying on a yellow lounge chair. Her legs were spread wide, showing her dark pussy hair. The guy she was with had thick features and a bent nose. I imagined that he was the bouncer in the bar where she stripped. He gave me that "don't look at my chick" threatening stare. I kept walking back to town.

A hour later I had returned to my brother's house. I found my wallet and headed over to the store to buy some wine. When I came back, I poured myself a glass of wine and I chatted with Don about the nude beach. We lounged around for about an hour, drinking my bottle of Croatian white wine. When we finally left, we had already finished the bottle of wine. Don and I went back to the corner store and I bought 2 more bottles of local white wine, which was priced the equivalent of around $2 per bottle. We also picked up some bread, and two varieties of local cheese.

My brother and I then walked out of the town to the beach. We stopped along the path at a really nice area that included an olive grove, nestled right by the sea. There were a few benches and a table or two among the olive trees. Don and I sat down, and I opened one of the bottles of wine. We made small sandwiches with the cheese. But he wasn't much interested in my wine. I drank most of that bottle in an ideal setting, looking out on the Adriatic Sea from an ancient olive grove. 

Don wanted to go back to town.. Myself, I wanted to return to the nudist area. It's my vacation, so I did what I wanted to do. I told Don that I would be back in about an hour, and I took the last bottle of wine. I headed back to where I was that morning. I knew where to go, but I was getting pretty well lit, drinking wine in the sun during the heat of the day. The Croatian wine was strong, too, not like the gas station wine I had on previous trips to Croatia.

Soon I found an area where there were several beautiful women, mostly in couples with guys. I parked myself on a different concrete pad, stripped, and realized that the best way to see these women would be from the water. The prettiest gals were right on the water. So I went swimming, doing the same "walk by me to get to the water" thing that I had seen that morning. It was the first time that I had actually swam in the Adriatic. The water was clear and not that salty. As I stood up in the water, I stepped on the first of many spiny sea urchins. I pulled the damn thing from my foot, cursing and wondering how much venom was entering my system. Getting in and out of the water, I examined two very attractive nude couples who were displaying themselves. They spread out as I came by, they smiled, they stared closely at my body. It was just like the morning, they were attractive exhibitionists and voyeurs, and so was I. It was both relaxing and stimulating. No doubt that the stimulation was sexual, but I did not feel sexually aroused.

It was mid afternoon and I decided to walk further out. I pulled my suit and sandals on and walked toward the spot where I had laid in the morning. To my surprise, I found the exact spot, and the same people were still there from the morning. However, the pad where I had been laying was now occupied. There lay a single blond gal, a nice looking gal, alone and nude, whom I had not seen before. My guess is that she was late thirties, maybe 40 years old. She had the quality I look for in women: permanent good looks. Fortunately the next pad was empty and I climbed toward it. I was happily gazing away, more than a little tipsy. 




The Nude Beach on Cres



Then I tripped. 

I stumbled, and I fell hard, a drunken jet lag fall, a hot sun on my head fall, a fall of maybe 8 to 10 feet. I turned my body to protect the wine bottle from breaking, fool that I am, and my face crashed hard against the concrete pad. My cheekbone and eye socket took the brunt of my 190 pounds falling against concrete. It was bad, worse than I knew at the time. I had smashed my head, my right shoulder and my arm against the concrete slab. Being somewhat drunk kept most of the reality of the injury away. I straightened myself back up and acted as if nothing had happened. One of the gals from the morning asked if I was OK, in English, and I said sure, thanks for asking. I stripped, and after a few minutes I decided to take another swim. Maybe the salt will cleanse my wounds, I thought.

I crept into the water and then swam up the coast line, a little at a time, stopping to look at the nude sunbathers. But every time I stopped, I stepped on another spiny sea urchin. They infested the shoreline. I had to pull the bastards out of my feat, and I had around 50 of their splinters in me in no time. I swam back to where my sunbathing pad and clothes were. As I was climbing out of the water, I stepped on another sea urchin, and I yelled as I cut my foot on a sharp rock. The blond woman who had taken over my morning pad heard my yells and rose up. She came over and extended her arm to me; she pulled me from the water. 

"Are you hurt?" she said to me. I looked her in the eye, and then I looked at her. 

"A little bit, yes. I am hurt, but thanks for your help. You saw me fall, I guess I need some help," I said.

"You're drunk. You fell down drunk," she said.

"You're right, but I have been worse" I replied, "I'll be OK"

"Sit down and rest" she said.

She lay back, and I stretched out on her concrete pad. She layed next to me. We didn't speak for a while. She welcomed me, we sunbathed and rested as a couple. Maybe twenty minutes past in silence. We lay there nude next to each other, face to face. I studied her. Her body was close to fantastic, her face tremendous, her smile as exciting as any sunrise.

"You are hurt" she said again, "you're bleeding." 

I looked down and noticed the many cuts from the rocks, maybe 50 cuts, and my legs were oozing blood from many places. She motioned over toward my clothes, on the slab 15 feet from where we lay.

"Can I get your things for you?" she said.

"I would like more wine," I said, as any drunkard would say. 

"Let me get it for you" she replied.

She stood up and climbed to the next pad to pick up the wine and my clothes. I watched her walking nude, carefully stepping to avoid the sharp rocks. She turned around and brought the wine and clothes to me. As she moved, her body flowed gracefully. Her breasts were firm, her stomach was flat, her thighs thin and her fanny was hard and round. Her pubic hair was trimmed, a natural blond. I sat up. To gaze at that woman, nude with the sun and the Adriatic Sea behind her, as she moved up and down on the rocks, it moved my spirit to absolute dreams. She then handed me the wine. I opened the last bottle with my Swiss Army knife - the white wine was hot from sitting in the sun. I began drinking the wine, as I had no glass, like I would a beer, and I shared it with her, passing the bottle back and forth. Suggestively, or so I imagined, she pressed the neck of the wine bottle to her lips and took sips of the liquid coming out of it. We continued to talk. 

Her name was Svetlana. She spoke good English, and she was Croatian. I commented that she was very beautiful, and she played it off.

"I have a twenty year old daughter" she explained, "I don't feel so beautiful anymore."

She asked me many questions, she was curious about why I was there. I told her that I was an American on holiday - all the while looking at the sun and sea and the reflections in her eyes. She was a beauty. As I stared at her, she stared at my scrapes and bruises. Then she took my shirt, and walked to the water. She dipped my shirt in the water of the Adriatic Sea. With my wet shirt, she carefully wiped my battered face. She wiped my arms, my chest, slowly wiping the wounds from my fall. In a daze and with a concussion, I felt as if I was Jesus Christ, in one of the Stations of the Cross, having his face wiped by Veronica. She proceeded down my body, washing my cock and my balls, wiping the cuts on my legs, my feet, playing close attention to me, wiping the blood away. 

"That feels very good" I said to her, "very good." 

I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. "Thank you for helping me," I said.

Then it was my turn. I touched her shoulders, her breasts and her back, massaging her body. I was on my knees, scraping my knees on the concrete. She turned on her stomach. The same couple, the young couple from the morning, were still laying on the next pad over. Apparently they had been there all day. They watched me as I massaged her. We were all nude, and they watched my hands run the length of Svetlana's body. I was leaning over her, on my knees, rubbing up and down her thighs. At that moment, her face was close to my penis, so close, while I ran my hands back up her buttocks. She turned over and looked me straight on. 

"I am married," she said.

"That's all right," I replied.

That was hard for me to say, but true. I wasn't going to have sex on that concrete pad, in plain view of so many people. Even I am not that bold - especially with a woman who announces she is married. Hell, I was ecstatic that this beauty would even speak to me, let alone touch me and allow me to touch her. I stopped the massaging and I lay back down next to her. Another twenty minutes past, as we lay, side by side, arm in arm..

She remained on her side and I lay facing her. Our bodies were only inches apart, and we spoke softly as if we were lovers stretched out on a bed, with the sea at our feet. The sun began setting, and the colors of a clear sunset began to highlight the western sky. It was as perfect a moment in time as I have experienced. Even without intercourse, those moments were some of the most intimate encounters I have known. 

We lay there for as long as we could. The sun was sinking into the Adriatic Sea. The nearby attractive young couple stood up, and they showed their nudity one last time. I watched as they put on their clothes. Then they came up to us and each said, "thank you, goodbye." And I quickly thanked them in return. What a show they had put on for me in the morning, and I was pleased that they were able to be with us in the afternoon. Svetlana and I lay there alone, we were the last couple on the beach. Then she said that she had to return to her husband.

"Please meet me here tomorrow" I said, "at 1:00 o'clock."

"OK" she said, "I will see you here tomorrow."

We put our clothes back on, myself my bathing suit and my sandals. I wrapped the blood soaked shirt around my neck. She put on a gold bikini, and pulled a pair of jean cut offs over her bottom. Squeezing her hand, I gave her a quick kiss. I turned, and I walked away. There was no looking back, I didn't know it, should have known it but didn't. I should have known that I would never see her again.