6 comments/ 235527 views/ 56 favorites Fearful Nudity By: MaxSebastian 1 "You coming with us?" his mother asked him innocently. "How long you going for?" "Four weeks," she smiled, "your father's been given some time off after winning that contract for his company." "Where to?" he asked. "How does France sound?" his father beamed. "France?" Ben's eyes widened in surprise. Though healthily into his twenties, his family was not wealthy at all: his father's hard-earned salary had gone towards Ben's education, so they had never had the money to take Ben abroad. He had never even been out of the country. "Really?" he asked, truly thrilled. "Yeah. I got given a bonus," his father said. "So we can all go abroad this year." That all seemed very well, and for a couple of days, Ben was quietly excited about going to a foreign country for the first time ever. That was until shortly before his mother went out to work when she handed him the brochure of where they were going. He didn't look at it immediately she gave it to him, so he when he did get round to looking at it, neither of his parents were home for him to ask any questions. At the top of the front page was the name of the place his parents had booked for the vacation: Sunshine Nudist Colony. "Nudist colony?" he said aloud, though there was nobody to hear him. His first reaction was of complete surprise: since when had his parents been nudists? He knew they often went for weekend breaks all over the country while he had been at school and college, but nudism? They'd said nothing about that. His second reaction was of complete and unabashed horror. He was going to have to be naked for four weeks in front of all kinds of strange people. He yelled in absolute terror - not that anyone could hear him, of course - and dropped the brochure. For a long while, he just wandered around the empty house in a complete daze. He was going to have to take off all his clothes and walk around without anything to hide his modesty whatsoever! It was like that dream he had sometimes where he dived into the school swimming pool and lost his trunks, having to get out of the water in front of everybody in the buff. But this would be reality, and it wouldn't be running naked into the changing room, it would be four weeks of vulnerability. What was he going to do? He could just tell his parents he had plans, that he couldn't go. But his father had already paid for the vacation, his father had already shelled out for his place. He couldn't just waste all that hard-earned money now, could he? He'd just have to deal with it. But how could he deal with it? Well, he could try and stay indoors, away from anyone else, but four weeks in a virtual prison might be worse than four weeks of sheer nude embarrassment. He went upstairs, feeling more than a little light-headed, and went to the mirror in his bedroom. What would all those strangers think of him when he took off all his clothes? He was going to be so embarrassed. How was it they said you should deal with embarrassment? Imagine that everyone who is watching you is naked. But what if they already were naked? Hmm...if everyone else was naked as well, perhaps it wouldn't be so embarrassing. In front of the mirror, Ben stripped off his clothes and examined his body. If everyone else was naked, then he wouldn't be the focus for merriment in the way that he had been in those bad dreams. And since he had a fairly ordinary-looking body - as far as he knew, anyhow - people in a nudist colony probably wouldn't stare at him. He had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of: the slumbering snake sitting astride that soft patch of brown hair was closer to python than worm, nothing to make him feel small when exposed. But exposure itself: that was the big thing. How would he react to all those naked people with nothing to hide himself with? What if it grew? That, fundamentally, was the problem. Without bothering to put on any clothes, he went back downstairs. It felt strange to be naked anywhere other than in the privacy of his own room. The breeze around his exposed genitals, the feeling of unrestricted exposure, the lack of anything whatsoever to protect his vulnerable skin. He went back to the brochure: the Sunshine Nudist Colony. It was an inevitable reality of his near future. The cover displayed a number of smiling, happy, nude people. Most of the people were fairly ordinary looking. Most of them were the kind of people you would hope would never dream of going nude in public: bellies drooped here, buttocks drooped there, breasts hung knee-length and hair just sprouted without rhyme or reason. But as he flicked through the pages, there were girls around his own age here and there. Girls who really wouldn't have been out of place at his own college. Girls with slender, fit young bodies, perky, supple breasts with tender pink nipples and pussies with only carefully trimmed triangles or tufts of soft hair. A few pages into the glossy brochure, Ben's cock was as hard as granite, pointing straight up from where he sat on the couch. Damn it, it wasn't as though he was a complete virgin - he'd had some experiences - but he'd never seen so many girls his age without any clothes on. And these were European girls: their tans were as perfect as their curves. Those kind of looks were rare in the females he knew from his own social circle. How was he going to survive at such a place? 2 Ben's parents were clearly not fazed by the whole nudism thing: they were quietly looking forward to the vacation, not at all worried by the nakedness as Ben himself was. They obviously done it before many times in the past while Ben had been away, so they were used to the whole idea of public exposure. The next few days for Ben were awful: butterflies of nervousness fluttering inside his stomach non-stop, restlessness burgeoning into irregular sleeping patterns. He had those dreams again, only this time the people laughing at him as he left the swimming pool without any trunks were all nude European girls giggling about his erection rather than his nudity. Time was supposed to pass more slowly when you're having a miserable experience, but Ben was miserable and time seemed to speed up. Seemingly before he knew it, the day had arrived, and he had to help his parents pack the car full of vacation equipment - but he noticed that they weren't packing clothes. It was true, then. They hadn't been joking. "You've been acting very quiet," his mother said as they ate their last meal at home before the long drive. "I've never been to a nudist colony before," he answered honestly. Hell, what else was he going to do at this point? "Oh, you'll be all right," she said, "the kinds of people that do it are generally very nice." "You might find some friends your own age," his father smiled reassuringly. "I doubt it," he said gloomily. "Nonsense, there'll be lots of young people there - you'll find your feet in no time." "I'll be so embarrassed." "No you won't," his mother said, "after a few days, you'll get used to it and then everything'll be right as rain." "It's just a lifestyle choice," his father added, "everyone there will be the same, you won't stick out. No one will stare at you, Ben, because you won't be any different." And that was it: his last supper. Afterwards, they all got into the car and it was goodbye to normality, hello Sunshine Nudist Colony for four whole weeks. 3 After a long, long journey across the continent, they eventually arrived, and thankfully for a tired Benjamin, it was dark when they got there. Looking at his watch, it was close to three o'clock in the morning, something he was truly thankful for. Before even putting up the tent, the first thing his parents told him to do was remove his clothes. He did so on the back seat of the car while his parents de-clothed outside. The cool night air closed around his skin as he slipped off his shirt, and when he finally tugged off his underwear, it was the moment of truth. He opened the door and was outside, naked. "There you are, you see," his surprisingly nude mother smiled, "nothing to be worried about, huh?" "No, I s'pose not," he said. It felt odd being naked in front of his parents, very odd. At least it kept his penis clearly soft, though. They seemed to be consciously not looking at him, keeping their gaze away from his nudity, as though trying to put him at ease. As he helped them put up the fairly large family tent, he found that he didn't feel too bad. But then came morning, and the sunlight. Waking was an odd experience. Getting out of his sleeping bag, his first instinct was to reach for his clothes. But there were none. It all came back to him and shocked him a little. His room was small, just enough room for a single camp bed and not much else. There was a single window, made of slightly blurry clear plastic that he could roll up and tie off with elastic. He didn't though, even though the temperature was fairly sizzling already at that early hour. For a moment, he just sat on his bed, wondering what the hell he was going to do. As was fairly usual, he had woken up with an erection. It was one of those mysteries of male life that you woke up with a raging horn for no reason at all. And now was the worst moment: he had nothing to hide it with. "Ben, breakfast!" His mother's cheery voice came through the thin canvas walls of the tent. Damn it. He didn't even have time to wait for his penis to soften. Would it ever soften? What if it never went down? Tentatively, he drew back the curtain of his door. Outside, there was a smallish living area of the tent, but thankfully it was empty. His parents were outside, sitting around the white plastic table getting breakfast ready. Quietly, he slipped out and sat down quickly in the nearest white plastic chair, fast enough so that his hard penis went unnoticed. It was a bit of a relief to be sitting there with the table maintaining his modesty. His parents didn't seem to have any such problems: they lounged back in their own chairs letting it all hang out so that whoever might walk past would be able to see it all. It was slightly disturbing for him to see them naked, but his eyes didn't wander, so he managed to do his best not to be in any way judgmental. Breakfast was a strange experience. It felt quite nice to be naked in the warm sunshine, but he felt he had to stick behind that table to be really safe. Every now and then, strangers walked by, wearing nothing whatsoever but smiles and sunshades, some of them smiling at Ben and his parents as they passed, none of them worried that they were completely naked. Ben couldn't help to react to their nudity, particularly when a young girl went by. He had never blushed so much in his life. After a while, he found it was best if he just kept his eyes on his breakfast, and blocked it out. Once he had finished his food, however, a new problem presented itself. Or herself, perhaps would be more correct. Opposite them, across the lane, a similar tent to their own opened and a girl very much Ben's own age, or possibly slightly younger, stepped out carrying a towel. She had to be the prettiest girl he had ever laid eyes on, but she was completely nude. Ben's jaw dropped as he saw her leave the sanctity of her tent, and the warm sunshine touched her long auburn hair that was tied back in a extensive pony tail. His eyes were drawn down to her small firm breasts and her pinker-than-pink little nipples, further on down her flat stomach to her crotch, which still displayed a tan line in the shape of very high-cut thongs, but those thongs were not there. Absent. There was nothing whatsoever to prevent his gaze reaching the small tuft of bronze down on her irresistible mound, just above her tender little slit snuggling between slim thighs. Though her eyes were covered by black sunglasses, a sudden jolt of fire shot through Ben as he thought she had noticed him looking at her. Had she smiled at him? Damn it. Trust his parents to pick a spot in the most dangerous place in the camp, with a young naked beauty next door, there to make him feel one hundred per cent embarrassed every day for four weeks. "You see," his mother said as she put down the magazine she had been reading, "I'm sure there are plenty of people your own age round here." He nodded, but said nothing. What could he say? He didn't really want to ruin his parents' holiday. The most important thing for him was to keep them sweet, so that they would agree to help him financially through college. If he angered them, they would just say 'no', and that might ruin his life for the next three years or so. He picked up a magazine, one of his dad's car magazines: it didn't really interest him, but it was something to hide behind while the girl across the way made herself comfortable lying down on her front on that towel. It wasn't so bad having her lying on her front: her face was away from him, so he was safe. She had a cute behind, that was true: that sexy tan line showing between beautifully rounded buttocks, but it didn't quite stir his blood as much as her front view. Over the top of the magazine, he subtly watched her as she moved her long red hair off her back to get the full rays of the sun on her skin. "You coming for a swim?" his parents stood and cleared away the breakfast things, and he kept his eyes firmly on the text of the magazine to keep from accidentally straying to his parents' dangling genitals. He thought for a moment. If he went now, he'd be able to sneak away while the girl opposite wasn't looking. But then if he went swimming, chances were there would be many, many more young girls there to be embarrassed in front of. Bad news, if ever there was some. "Uh, no," he said, "I think I'll stay here for a while." "Fair enough. Don't forget to put on sun cream, will you?" His parents headed off to wherever it was they were going swimming, and Ben was alone. Suddenly he was very, very scared. What was he going to do? He was going to need to go to the bathroom soon. His parents had shown him where the toilet block was on their way over here the previous night, but it was a very public place. How was he going to get there? Well, he would have to deal with that obstacle when he came to it. Perhaps pure desperation would give him courage. Putting down the magazine, he noticed that the girl across the way was now lying on her back. The lines of her body were so incredible: so gracious, so alluring to the eye, so tempting to the soul, so very wicked yet somehow, so very pure. She lay there, side-on to his gaze, her slender legs stretched out to the left, her pretty head of bronze hair laid out to his right. Perfection personified. He couldn't help but allow his eyes to wander up and down her delicate skin, in awe at the sight of her sweet face, burning with desire at the vision the tender pink peaks on her succulent breasts, breathless at the way her flat stomach pointed the way with a devilish pale tan line to the little cherry tuft atop her jewel of a mound. So sensational to the eye, but she formed such a barrier to him. Sitting there at the table, his erection was more prominent than ever, and the worst thing was that encroaching tightness in the bladder: he was going to have to go soon, like it or not. He picked up the magazine again, trying desperately to find something to take his frazzled mind away from the situation. Maybe she would go soon. Maybe she would get hungry. Maybe she would drift off to sleep. How could he tell if he was asleep or not? She was wearing sunglasses - she could be looking anywhere for all he knew, she could be looking straight at him right now. Thinking about it just made it worse: his bladder was full, and felt more and more ready to burst as the thoughts of just what he was going to do raced around his brain. Damn, he wished he was German. The Germans were supposed to be fine about nudity. Not like the repressed English. Hmm...what if she was German? What if the most exquisite female he had ever seen was German, and nudity wasn't a big deal to her? He sighed. Even if she was German, that didn't hide the fact that he was English to the core, and no matter how many Germans were watching, he would be blushing like a nun in a whorehouse on his way down to the public conveniences. He focussed his eyes on the text of the magazine once more, trying to keep the thoughts of flowing water, of bursting dams, of gushing fountains out of his mind. The A8 4.2 Quattro Sport is based on Audi's 300bhp, V8 flagship, with the addition of lowered, stiffened sports suspension, up-rated standard equipment and a price premium of £3,7742.75. Performance - 0-62mph in 7.3 secs, restricted 155 mph top speed - is unchanged... No, it wasn't enough. It was just too mind-numbingly dull when there was a goddess of the most extravagant splendour lying just yards away from his raging erection. He just couldn't read pap like that. His eyes were drawn to the far-left of the magazine, ignoring the text and photographs to sneak a peak around the corner at the wonderful sight that lay...wait a minute...she was gone. The girl had disappeared completely, taking her towel with her. Ben's heart took a soaring leap as though Neil Armstrong had sneaked a pogo stick aboard Apollo XI and wanted to see just how big a step for mankind he could achieve. "Bonjour," the voice shattered the unbridled optimism rushing through his veins and his heart came back down to earth with a grisly crunch. He dropped the magazine flat on the table, a move that he would later regret bitterly. Standing there opposite him at the table was the girl, that breath-taking angel of a girl, no more that a few feet from him. If he had leaned forward he could almost have touched the smooth skin of her stomach. So close that he could see the individual hairs in the red tuft above that heart-burning slit between her firm thighs. He couldn't help it, his eyes involuntarily started at the bottom, where the table cut off the sight of her lower thighs downwards, slowly up past her tantalising pussy to view up her shapely midriff and over her glorious breasts until his gaze reached her face. It seemed so slow, his ogling at her body, but the Almighty knew he just couldn't help himself. And she really didn't seem to be in any way trying to conceal herself from him: one of her hands rested lightly on a hip while the other held her towel over a shoulder. "Uh...hello," he said, the genius that he was. Once his eyes met hers, something seemed to pass between them, something that set his insides alight more than they had ever been before. She was so very, very close he realised he could smell her perfume. He wasn't an expert on scents, but it was sweet and feminine, and enough to bag him hook line and sinker. "Oh, you are English?" she smiled in the most sensational manner. And her voice...so soft and delicate, yet with a sexy edge of real intellect and an accent...French, in fact...it teased his very soul. "How wonderful," she said, a twinkle in her eye betraying something that filled Ben with the most amazing feel of hope, "I will be able to practise speaking with you." For that moment, he may as well have been Russian - she wasn't going to get much English out of him, he was speechless. What could he say? "My name is Alena," she said, her accent making her sound so very sexy. "I live across the road from you." She held out her hand and he gently shook it, attempting a smile back at her. Lord, he had to look like a complete fool. But who could blame him: look at the way her tan line promised a sexy thong bathing suit to cover her deepest secrets, yet the article itself was entirely absent leaving those secrets fully exposed to his gaze. It was like a hypnotist had dangled a watch in front of him for a few minutes and told him he felt very sleepy, very sleepy, and when he woke up, he would feel like a dumpling with the decorum of a fifth century Barbarian. Fearful Nudity "Uh...Ben," he finally managed, sounding like a strangled tracheotomy patient, "my name's Ben." "It is very nice to meet you, Ben. This is your first time at the Sunshine Camp, non?" "Uh...uh...yeah," he said, trying to reflect her sweet smile, but feeling the cold hand of terror closing around his heart. "You can tell, huh?" Her eyes squinted in amusement, "it is...how do you say?...written all over you, non?" she chuckled, and Ben felt that most tragic of sensations, a blush sweep over his face. "How long are you staying?" she asked, apparently ignoring his reddened complexion. Damn it, she wasn't even going to sit down, or even put her towel in front of her crotch or anything. She was just standing there, holding her limitless beauty in front of him like a mythical siren drawing unfortunate sailors onto deadly rocks. "Four weeks," he replied, wondering if she thought him stupid already since his vocabulary didn't appear to stretch beyond one syllable. "Fantastic," she almost squealed with delight. "It's going to be so much fun!" He found her so devilishly attractive, but he had never ever had to cope with a crush in the nude before. Alena might be looking forward to the next four weeks, but if he had to feel this way all the time, it was going to be very difficult for him. "Would you like to come down to the lake with me, Ben?" the divine girl asked him. Lord, oh Lord her eyes were so incredible: that phenomenally elliptical shape that could warm the coldest heart, the glacial blue colour that made you thirsty just with a glance. "We can go and swim and then maybe I can show you around a bit." "Uh..." he really couldn't move. It wasn't just that he was mentally too embarrassed to get up, physically he had turned into gravy. His limbs just didn't respond to neural signals. "Uh...I would but..." "Oh Ben...no 'buts', uh?" she tilted her hips in disapproval, which did nothing but expose more of her private region to his helpless gaze and certainly did not help with his immobility problem. "I have a few things to do..." he stammered. "We only got here last night...I still have to unpack...uh... you know?" It was weak. He knew it sounded weak, but it was all his short-circuited brain could come up with at such short notice. "Such a shame," she said, taking a step back. Had he upset her? She smiled, apparently not. "Well you won't be saying 'no' to me next time, uh? I won't accept it, Ben." She gave a sexy, naughty wink, as though she thought he was just playing hard to get and providing her with more of a challenge. "I'll see you very soon," she waved, and then turned to walk down the lane towards the centre of the colony and the lake. As she walked, she moved her towel so that it was around her neck, as though purposefully exposing her sweet behind for his gaze. Was she interested in him? It was only when she had gone he realised that from where she had been standing, she could not failed to have had full view of his rock-hard erection. When he had put down the magazine, it had opened him completely to her sight. She had been standing there in the full knowledge of how he felt about her. He felt a post-traumatic blush cover his face, but then a thought occurred to him. Her nipples had been particularly hard, really protruding from those soft little breasts - and was it his imagination, or did her labia glisten slightly in the sunshine when she parted those wonderful legs of hers? It was the most bizarre thing having a huge crush on someone who was naked whenever he saw her. Most bizarre. With Alena gone, Ben felt it was the perfect time to make a move. He picked up a beach towel - who would know that he wasn't actually going swimming? - that could serve to hide his genitalia. The surprise at finding out that the young French girl had obviously seen his erection had actually made him soft again, but he couldn't be guaranteed that non-erect status on his way down to the centre of the Sunshine Colony. He put on a pair of beach sandals and took a deep breath before starting out away from the security of the tent. He made it as subtle as possible holding his towel in front of his crotch, but he did wonder if anyone noticed his embarrassment on the way down there. The closer he got to the public bathrooms, the more and more people there were around. A lot of the people just didn't even look his way as he walked, the people sitting outside their own tents getting on with their own nude lifestyle, but he attract some glances. The majority of the people there were at least into their middle age, and as with his parents, their naked forms weren't going to be a threat to Ben's visual integrity, but there were a number of teenagers and twenty-somethings around to cause him a problem. Keeping the towel there in front, he kept his eyes on the lane as he progressed, doing his utmost to keep his gaze away from the naked young women en route. But he was almost certain that people were checking him out as he went by, and not just the younger women, either. People weren't supposed to check each other out in nudist camps, were they? Weren't they all supposed to be tree-hugging hippy types who simply weren't interested in the fact that everybody was nude? Apparently not. At least three times on the way to the bathroom he eventually reached, he saw girls smiling at him in a plainly flirtatious manner. At last, he entered the public bathroom block and was shielded. Locked in his own toilet booth, he sighed a huge sigh. How was he going to cope with four weeks of this? He made it back to the tent in one piece, hoping witnesses would assume his blushing was merely sunburn. But he did well not to look at any of the people along the way, so didn't even see how they were reacting to him this time. He had a couple of hours peace back at the tent, taking advantage of the relative lack of people around to soak up some rays and hope that his pasty white skin browned a bit so that he wouldn't look quite so ridiculous in the nude. Lying on his front was fine: he could handle that as people walked by, but he found it difficult to lie on his back and display everything for all to see. That made him feel very self-conscious indeed. As lunchtime came around, and steadily more and more people drifted back along the lane towards their tents, Ben decided it was probably best to head inside. He went into his little room, lay on his bed and found a novel. Since he hadn't packed any of his clothes, one thing he'd had room for was a number of books. It looked like he was going to be doing a lot of reading this particular vacation. His parents came back for a light meal, and seemed to be as happy as they had ever been. They were all smiles and bubbly conversation about how nice it was down by the lake, around the swimming pool and so on. They had met another English couple who were going to take them on at tennis that afternoon. Ben grimaced. The thought of his parents bouncing around a tennis court in the nude was not the most aesthetically pleasing picture. Still, they were happy. All Ben had to do was stick it out, read his books, survive. It was a little bit like a prison, though, so far, albeit a sunny prison. During lunch, Ben saw that Alena's parents were having their own lunch opposite them. They were late risers, then - they hadn't come out of their tent yet that day. The two of them seemed far more natural to this than his own parents: their skin's were tanned to golden and they weren't at all out of trim. Her mother was really quite attractive, in fact, although way out of Ben's particular age range. After allowing the food to settle a little, Ben's parents headed for the tennis courts, and when he saw that Alena's parents had taken towels and headed for either the lake of the swimming pool, Ben decided to risk a bit more sun bathing. He rubbed sun cream onto his skin, spread his towel out on the grass and lay on his back in a desperate attempt to relax. He closed his eyes, breathed deeply and tried to imagine that he was on his own and that no one whatsoever would be able to see him. And after the late night when they had arrived at the camp, Ben actually drifted off to sleep. 4 When he awoke, he was actually a little startled that he'd gone to sleep - it made him feel as though he'd lost control. He found himself waking up to yet another erection, the result no doubt of thought of Alena drifting into his sleep. Damn it, how many people would have seen that in broad daylight? He felt like a complete muppet. Then he sat bolt upright and covered his crotch: the lyrical sound of Alena's voice came across the lane. Shock swamped his system: the stunning French girl was sitting there at her table, and couldn't have failed to see him lying there right out in front of the tent. But that wasn't all: she was sitting there with two friends, all facing his way. "Bonjour Ben!" Alena called across the way, holding up her palm in cheerful greeting. "Hello," he replied, giving her a sheepish smile. One of her friends leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Alena grinned and said something back, not in a whisper, but in French so Ben couldn't understand anyway. He'd always been useless at languages at school. "Why don't you come over?" Alena called to him, "we have a spare seat here." She said, indicating the chair opposite her at the table. Her two friends giggled at the suggestion. Heat flooded Ben's upper body. Now he was locked in a huge dilemma, that his English upbringing hated beyond all else: if he did accept their invitation, he would have to walk over there and sit right next to three gorgeous naked young girls - a seriously embarrassing course of action. However, if he didn't...well...they would probably think him an odd guy, and even worse, a boring guy. With a deep sigh, he stood up and approached the girls, carrying that towel in front of him yet again. It made him feel like a toddler with a comfort blanket as he sat down at the table. "It's very nice to see you again, Ben," Alena smiled sweetly as he sat, "you have a nice sleep?" "Uh...yeah...thanks," he said quietly. "We all enjoyed it," she said, and her friends giggled again briefly. A flush came over Ben yet again. Nudists weren't supposed to be sexual, were they? That was against the rules. Not fair. Still, he had to be brave. The trouble was that with beautiful flesh all around him, he had nowhere safe to look at. "Ben, this is Sabrina," Alena introduced him to the dark-haired, golden-skinned girl on her right. "She is from Verona." "Hello, Ben," she said, her accent very strong indeed. She had a nice smile and a pretty face, which Ben tried to focus on as he smiled a greeting at her, desperately trying to keep his eyes up from those round breasts and the little dark triangle between her legs. "And this is Béatrice - she is like me, from France." Béatrice was a little paler than the others, with brown hair and cute freckles on her nose. She gave him a bewitching smile and shook his hand. "It is nice...you...to meet..." she said, her English not so strong as the others, but still probably a few thousand times better than Ben's French would be. "Hi," he smiled back at her. Ben sat back on the chair, much as they did, but with the towel bunched up on his lap. Alena's two friends were just as comfortable with their nudity as she was, that was plain. The way they sat back in their chair, they really didn't mind what he saw. But damn it, he was British. Eyes up. For a moment, though, he really wished that he wasn't British. For one thing, he'd be much more comfortable and would probably have a much more pleasurable experience here if he didn't have this awful self-consciousness hanging around him. Oh to be Continental. Still, nothing he could do about it now: it was a part of him he couldn't change. "So are you having a good time?" Alena asked him. "It's all right," he said, sounding as up-beat as he could. "A bit hot, I suppose." "Well maybe you should come down to the lake with us to cool off, non?" "How long are you staying, Ben?" Sabrina asked him in her exquisite Italian accent. Just like Alena's, it sent a wonderful shiver down his spine just hearing her. "Uh...about four weeks," he said. "Mmm," the dark Italian girl smiled at her friends, a little conspiratorially Ben thought. The other two girls grinned back, similar ideas seemingly running through their minds. "It's going to be a lot of fun, uh?" Alena chuckled. Béatrice looked confused, so the redhead translated for her and she nodded in agreement. "Ben, we were wondering if you wanted to come down to the lake with us?" Sabrina said, and he couldn't help but feel his penis stirring beneath his towel at the beautiful sound of her voice. "Uh..." he said, "well I did say I'd wait for my parents to come back..." he lied. He couldn't help it. It was all just too much for him. "I'm sure they will understand," Alena said. "Well, I don't know..." he said, looking for a way out. "Please?" was all sweet Béatrice could manage. "I would love to," he said sadly, "but I really do have to wait." "Ah well," Alena shrugged, "maybe later, uh? We need to feel the water on our bodies right now." She smiled at him and stood up, and Ben found his eyes on her tender pussy again briefly before he managed to look away. The other two girls also stood, grabbing the beach towels that were hanging on the backs of their chairs. "See you soon, I hope, Ben," Sabrina said before the three beautiful girls turned to head down the lane. Ben waved at them and headed back to his own tent. "Ben?" he turned to Alena's call. "Yes?" "Do you have a girlfriend, Ben?" she asked. "Uh...no..." he stammered. Smiles beamed from the three girls. "Soon, Ben," Alena waved and they were away. 5 Suppertime came and went, a few things thrown on the barbecue, and Ben sat out there with his parents while the sun began to wind its way down towards the horizon. It had been a fairly terrible day: the only times it had not been boring, he had been subjected to embarrassing scrutiny by young female eyes. Across the way, Alena's parents ate supper without her: it seemed as though they hardly ever actually came into contact with their daughter, as though the two generations were in different time zones. It was only after the parents had finished eating and had gone out for the evening that their young daughter arrived back at the tent. She smiled at Ben and waved at him briefly before entering her tent. To Ben's dismay, his parents noticed it, then went all parenty on him. "Made some friends already, then, Ben?" his father grinned at him. Ben just wanted him to mind his own business, but that kind of sentiment wouldn't have kept his parents in a good mood. "A few," he said. "Seems like a nice girl," his mother said. "Who is she?" Ben sighed, "she's French. Alena, I think her name is." "How long is she here for?" "I don't know...the whole summer, I assume." "She's very pretty." He didn't respond, kept quiet, desperately wanting them to lay off the subject. He sank his nose back into the novel he'd been reading and hoped sincerely that his parents were done. But his parents weren't to be the real problem. "Bonjour Ben," he looked up and his eyes widened in surprise. Alena herself had wandered over towards them. "Look, Ben, it's your friend," his mother said quietly and pointlessly. The redhead stepped towards them, doing nothing whatsoever to conceal herself. Ben gulped nervously. "Uh...yeah," he said to his mother, and then looked up at the sensational approaching. "Hi, Alena." He noticed his parents congratulating themselves silently that their son had found such and attractive girl to get to know. "You want to come down to the lake with me?" she smiled briefly at Ben's parents and they flashed greeting smiles back at her. "Uh...mum...dad....this is Alena," he said. "Hello Alena, very nice to meet you," his parents said with broad, approving grins on their faces. Ben just wanted the ground to swallow him. "Hello, it's very nice to meet you, too," she said back to them. "May I take your son with me down to the lake?" She laid a soft hand on Ben's shoulder as she made her plea. Ben sighed. His parents would be full of questions later. "Of course," his mother said cheerfully. "Well..." Ben said apologetically. "Oh, go on Ben," his father said, "don't worry about us - we'll get the washing-up done without you." "You go and have a good time, dear," his mother added. Ben took a deep breath. There was no way he could get out of this one. It was a choice between the embarrassment of being naked in front of multitudes of strangers, or be interrogated by his parents. He stood up. For once, the least complicated course of action was to go along with the nude French girl and head down to the lake. "Bravo!" Alena clapped her hands together in joy as Ben grabbed his towel and murmured a quick goodbye to his parents, ignoring their self-congratulatory grins as he went. The divine redhead took his hand in hers and led him away from the tent. "That wasn't fair," he said to her when they were out of his parents' earshot. "That was as bad as blackmail." "I had to get you away from there somehow, Ben," she grinned. "You'll have a terrible time if you don't stop being so shy." "I'm not shy," he said, "it's just..." "Oh don't worry," she said, "I like that about you, Ben. It's...what's the word? Refreshing?" She squeezed his hand affectionately. A lot of people were passing them by, heading back for their evening meals no doubt. Ben was quite thankful for that towel. But it still felt very odd just walking past all those naked people - and being in the company of such an extraordinarily attractive naked girl to boot. "You know, the other men around here...they all love themselves," she said, and Ben found that at least with her at his side he wasn't forced to look at her and could keep some kind of self-control going. "They all walk around flaunting themselves, wanting all the girls to look at them...it sickens me sometimes." "Uh huh," he said, not really knowing what to say in such a situation. "But you...you are different," she squeezed his hand again. "Well...you know..." he said, shrugging, "I haven't really done this sort of thing before." "You'll get used to it," she said, "then maybe you'll stop being so shy, uh?" she giggled. "But you know what you have to do if you're frightened of something?" "What?" he said, feeling dread entering his veins. He had a feeling he knew what was coming. "You have to face your fear!" quite suddenly, she grabbed his towel and fled. Horror filled his body all the way down to his toes: sheer unbridled terror. It was moment, that moment he'd had nightmares about all his life. But this time, it was real. He might not have been in a swimming pool, wasn't anywhere near his school or college, but there was no mistaking it. He was in the middle of a fairly crowded place, completely an utterly naked, without a stitch to protect him. He felt more vulnerable than he had ever felt before. Oh come, friendly bombs, and fall on Ben. A few people looked his way, amused that his companion had suddenly dashed away. HE returned a few glances with a slightly embarrassed smile and, with that strange light-headed feel of shock still in his system, he walked towards the lake. No sudden movements. It was like facing a dangerous creature - if he made any sudden movements, he would attract more attention and that would be fatal. Much better just to take a deep breath and calmly go on as usual. As though nothing had happened. But there were so many people around now. He was at the centre of the entire place, where everything was - the bathrooms, toilets, the laundry, the restaurant, the shop, the swimming pool. Everything. Most people had gone home for supper, but there was still so much flesh out there. Fearful Nudity The light was fading slightly, though, which was one thing. His pasty white skin didn't stand out quite so much. And the real shock of sudden vulnerability had actually killed his erection. That was a relief, too. He kept his eyes in front, firmly away from any female curves, and walked purposefully towards the lake. He only really knew where it was by following Alena, who kept a safe distance away from him, taunting him with that towel. She had a cruel heart, that one. Finally, past the central building complex, they arrived at the gentle curve of the lake shore. The exquisite French girl tossed him back the towel once he got to her, and let out a small giggle. "I'm proud of you, Ben," she beamed, "you see? It wasn't all that difficult, non?" "You're a very cruel person," he said, coming to a halt by the edge of the water. "Oh," she pouted, "but I only do it because I care, Ben," she smiled, "and anyway, what have you to be worried about? You have nothing to hide, nothing at all." Her eyes flicked all over his body, and he frowned at her, moving the towel to hide his crotch from her roving gaze. "Come," she said, "let's find somewhere to sit, uh?" It certainly was beautiful there, with the orange sun heading for the hills and the golden light reflected from the lake surface. The beach ran around to the left for a long way, with the edges of hundreds of tents and mobile homes visible around the shore, but just over two-thirds of the lake seemed wild, with a few small beaches here and there but dominated by vegetation. It was certainly a large lake - not exactly Lake Michigan-sized, but substantial enough for the far side to be merely a thin strip of green between the water and the sky. He found himself following her again, around to the right away from the public beach and the centre of civilisation, through trees and bushes that were dark and slightly unwelcoming in the twilight. "We're not going on the beach?" he asked her as they went. "I know somewhere better," she said, a sense of purpose in her stride. Walking behind her, he couldn't help but look at her exquisite body. Her auburn pony tail reached down to her tan line that was the only thing that perched on the firm globes of her behind, just a very narrow white strip diving down into the darkness between her legs. She walked in a sultry way, almost as if trying to turn him on. She needn't have put any effort into trying, however: the merest glance of her form stirred his cock. He was able to keep the flagpole down only because the dark woodland made him a little nervous.. He dearly hoped they weren't going far: as the dark vegetation closed around them, Ben was not totally comfortable. Not only was he in a menacing wild place with insufficient daylight about to keep creepy shadows away, but he had nothing on to protect his vulnerable skin. "You're not scared of the dark, are you?" Alena asked, as if reading his mind. "Uh...no, as long as it keeps away from me," he said. "It isn't very far away," she said, much to his relief. Sure enough, she led him out through a few bushes to a little sandy beach no longer than a bus. It was quite a sweet little place, looking out on the orange strip of light that reflected the setting sun. There were a few rocky outcrops around, which also demarcated the limits of the beach as well as the trees and bushes that drooped down to the water, and these hid the beach almost entirely from the rest of the colony: only the part of the colony that stretched round to the far shore of the lake was visible. "It's nice here," Ben remarked. "Isn't it?" she grinned "Just the kind of place I could handle." For what seemed like the first time in more than an age, Ben smiled. It was a perfect spot - secluded, peaceful, beautiful. "We can watch the sun go down," she said, stepping forwards so that her toes touched the still silver surface of the lake, creating fresh ripples in the water that drifted out silently. She turned and unfurled her own small towel on the sand in front of her, just inches from the edge of the water. No tides here, so it was perfectly safe. Ben didn't quite know what to do. It wasn't as though he knew her very well, this naked enchantress who stood before him clutching a small bottle in front of her navel. For a moment, they looked at each other there on the beach, and it seemed to Ben that maybe she was attracted to him, it wasn't just that she felt sorry for the shy Englishman who had been so frightened by the prospect of public nudity that he had been confined to his tent all day long. There was some kind of quiet spark in her eyes. "The mosquitoes will bite us if we're not careful," she smiled dreamily, presenting him with the bottle she'd been holding. "Will you put some lotion on my skin?" "Uh...yeah," he said, caught up in his own dreamy mood. It was the most unreal experience he had ever had, and it didn't look like getting any less unreal in the near future, either. Dropping his towel, he took the bottle from her grasp, unable to read any of the French text but recognising the image of a bloodsucking insect on the front. "Where do you need it?" he asked her as she turned so that her back was facing him and she could stare out at the sunset. "Everywhere," she said softly, "when you have no clothes to protect you, they can bite anywhere they like." He squeezed a small pool of the pale fluid into his palm and then applied it to her right shoulder. The air temperature had significantly cooled since the afternoon, and the lotion was colder than body heat, so Alena flinched slightly as the fluid first touched her skin. It quickly warmed, however, as he ran his hand over her soft velvety skin. "Mmm..." she moaned quietly as he coaxed the lotion into her shoulders and the back of her neck. He quickly ran dry, so poured another, larger amount straight onto her skin, needing to use both hands to keep it from dribbling uncontrollably down her back. His rapid damage-limitation exercise made her laugh, knowing that he had poured slightly too much onto her. "Be careful," she said, "we need some left over for you." Soon her neck, her shoulders and her back were covered in the lotion, which had a very gentle, medicinal odour similar to sun cream. Ben was slightly confused as to what he was supposed to do now - was she going to do the rest of her skin now, parts that she could reach herself? "You'd better pay close attention to sensitive areas," she said, as if prompting him to continue with the rest of her body, "the mosquitoes like those areas best." He swept his hands around her waist to coat her tummy, and in doing so couldn't help but stand close to her. "Mmm," she moaned again as he ran his hands gently up until they were almost touching her tender breasts, "I like being in your arms, Ben," she purred. "I like you being in my arms," he spoke quietly into her ear. It was so wonderful to touch her, so sensual running his fingers over her incredibly soft skin. And his hands moved up to engulf her sweet breasts, gliding on the lotion. For a moment he wondered if this was what she'd meant, if perhaps he'd gone too far and she was going to scream and run away from him. But she just closed her eyes and moaned quietly, resting her head back against his right shoulder while he caressed her skin and stimulated her hardened nipples with the tips of his fingers. Alena leaned back against him and he felt her pressing against his crotch, his heated erection resting snug against her soft behind. "Is this better than an evening in that tent of yours?" she asked quietly. "A little better," he smiled as her pretty eyes looked up at his face. "How am I doing?" he asked her. "Quite well," she smiled blissfully, "but you're a little slow, Ben. There's a lot you haven't covered yet." And with that, her hands came up to gently drag his down between her legs. "This wouldn't be one of those sensitive areas you wanted me to pay more attention to, would it?" he asked with a grin. "I don't know," she said, "try it and we'll see." She'd placed his hands on her mound and slightly below, so that he was actually touching the hot centre of her sex, the little tuft of hair and the tender lips around her vagina that he had been thinking about almost all day. This was amazing: an amazingly warm glow throbbed inside him as he felt the wetness between her thighs, the arousal of the most beautiful girl he had ever met. At first, he did not pay the kind of attention she was looking for down there: he made sure that her hips and thighs were covered in lotion, not to mention her calves, shins and up over her firm behind. "Almost done," he said quietly into her ear as his hands once more drifted down her abdomen and over her mound. "But not the most important part," she replied, that sultry French accent making his heart flutter like a flag in a thunderstorm. His fingers crept down between her thighs, feeling the sizzling heat beneath her mound, where her soft labia were saturated with her moisture. She moaned as his digits dipped into her smouldering vagina and snaked up to gently touch her clit under its tender hood. He played with her button, keeping it moist with her juices, while the middle finger of his other hand penetrated her deeply, squeezing into her tightness to seek out her sensitivity. Alena let out a long contented sigh as he gently kissed the back of her neck, and he felt her pressing back against his rigid shaft, gyrating her hips slightly so that her smooth flesh caressed his burning cock. It felt so wonderful, yet so very strange. He had never before been like this with a girl the first day he had met her, never made love on the first date, never even really touched a girl on a first date, yet here he was. The first time he'd seen her she'd left nothing whatsoever to the imagination, and after only really being with her for a few moments that day, here he was listening as her moaning grew stronger and more incessant, rising in pitch and volume while her pussy became more and more soaked with her juices. In just a few moments, Ben was worried someone might approach them, wondering what all the noise was, but they were sufficiently away from the camp to be safe, and it was getting fairly late for any campers to be out in the wood. Close to her climax, Alena reached behind and grabbed his hips, pulling him against her so that his burning shaft was wedged between her buttocks, and as Ben fluttered a finger on her sensitive clit and slipped a second finger into her wet vagina, she came with a shivering moan, her moisture coating his hands. "Oh Ben," she said a little breathlessly, "that was incredible." "Good," he smiled and hugged her close. "I enjoyed it too." She turned around and picked up the mosquito repellent. "No I'd better make sure you don't get bitten." She returned his smile and moved around to stand behind him, mimicking his earlier position. A shiver of pure pleasure drifted down his spine as she began to spread the mosquito repellent over his neck and shoulders. "How old are you, Ben?" she asked as she began to rub the lotion into his skin, massaging his muscles in her dextrous fingers. "Twenty-two," he said, "nearly twenty-three." "Mmm...you must have had some experience, uh?" "A little," he said as her hands roved across his chest. "How about you?" "I'm a little younger than you," she said cryptically, "But that won't stop me." She laughed, a heart-warming sound that just couldn't fail to make Ben smile. He hands dropped to his waist, his stomach and round to coat his behind in the lotion. "So do you do this a lot?" he asked as her fingers reached round to explore his crotch and the rising column of his warm penis. "No," she said, squeezing his hardening shaft and coating the whole region in lotion. "I don't like the kind of boys you normally find at a nudist colony. To in love with themselves." "I meant...well...nudism..." he said, "do you...are you..." "My parents do it all the time," she said, as though they were just having a quiet drink at a bar rather than being naked on a darkening beach with her hands manipulating his rigid cock. "They have skin leather - it's horrible. I only go with them every now and then - I haven't been for a while. Can't you tell?" "Well..." "I have a tan line, you know," she said. "I know you know - you've seen it, haven't you?" "Well, yeah..." he said, finding it increasingly difficult to speak clearly as she continued to massage his erection. "You're allowed to look, you know," she said softly into his ear and kissed his neck under his earlobe. "Oh," he didn't know what to say. "Thank you." "You are so polite, Ben," she grinned, her hands breaking away from his throbbing cock just in time to prevent him firing off his hot seed. "I like that about you." She stepped around to his front and kissed him briefly on the lips, a wonderful sensation that seemed to taste sweet and creamy as though he were tasting melted vanilla ice cream. Breaking off, she smiled warmly, then dropped to a crouching position in front of him, squeezing out a little more lotion to coat his legs. A moment later, much to his surprise, her hands swept back up his thighs to his cock, and he suddenly found his length engulfed by her hot mouth. It took only a few instants for her tongue to work him over until he just couldn't hold back, releasing his warm come into her mouth. A warm sense of incredible well-being flooded through his body as Alena stood up, holding on to his waist to pull herself up. "How are you feeling?" she asked him once she was fully standing up, her petite frame pressed against him. "Better than I have for a long time," he said, his voice a little husky after what had happened between them. "Good," she smiled sweetly, "then you feel just like me. Coming for a swim?" 6 The water of the lake was very cool as he waded out after the pretty French girl. It was very peaceful there in their private little cove, with nothing but the crickets scratching their wings on their legs, sounding like someone running their fingers up and down a plastic comb deep in the vegetation. The golden light was really beginning to fade now, with just a quarter of the sun still above the horizon, and since the light of the sun moves across the surface of the globe at about 2,000 miles an hour, Ben knew for a fact that it would be dark very soon. Alena seemed in no rush to go back to the tents, however, and Ben knew for a fact that his parents wouldn't be worried about him. His heart was as peaceful as a pilgrim at Lourdes. The surface of the water passed over his waist, chill enough against his genitals to make him flinch. He dipped down, letting the water cover his body up to the shoulders, taking the shock of the coldness in his stride. He'd been at boarding school: he was no stranger to cold baths. He swam out a little way towards where she was treading water, about the line where their little bay joined the main body of the lake. He kept his toes up as much as he could: at a depth of about five feet there was a layer of much colder water, like ice when he dipped his feet into it. Though the water above was cool, it was considerably warmed than that. "It's nice here, huh?" Alena called to him as he approached her. "Yeah, it is," he smiled, "but it'll be night soon." She laughed, "there's no Loch Ness Monster in here," she said, then like a mermaid she gracefully flipped over and dived under the water. For a moment, he wondered what she was doing. The light was fast fading now, and in low levels of light the human eye is less sensitive to colour, so the surroundings were losing their serene greens and slowly turning grey. The water, on the other hand, was turning from the deep purple of the reflected sky to midnight black, and he couldn't even see below his waist. So he did not see her approach him, and jumped slightly when she touched him, her hands stroking his slumbering equipment under the cool water. A moment later, she surfaced, right beside him, pulling his body to hers in a warm embrace. "I was wrong," she said, one of her hands squeezing his penis affectionately, "there is a Loch Ness Monster in here." She laughed, and he couldn't help but laugh too. He kissed her, gently sucking her soft lower lip in between his, luxuriating in the velvet texture of her flesh. "Is this always what goes on in nudist colonies, then?" he asked her, placing his hands on her back to hold her close to him. "What do you mean?" her brows dropped in uncertainty. "I'm sure people fall in love all the time – nudist camps are no different." "I mean…well…I've never…well…not so fast, anyway…" he fumbled his words, but a smile grew on her face as she understood what he was trying to get at. "Nudist camps aren't havens of complete sexual depravity, Ben," she chuckled. "I may be guilty of giving you the wrong idea of what it's normally like here." "Right," he nodded. "It just so happens that I liked the look of you," under the water, she began caressing his cock once again, and this time Ben felt it stirring in response. "I don't normally leap into the arms of every young man I see," she said, "in fact there really haven't been many boys I've done anything with before." "I see," he said, understanding the situation a little better. "You know, most of the boys that come here are really not very nice people." She kissed him. "It's just all been very quick, you know?" he said quietly as his shaft grew in her hands. "I just liked the look of you," she smiled, "and I knew for a fact that you liked the look of me – I could see that plain enough!" "I thought I hid that." "Not very well," she squeezed him, his erection at full size now in the cool water. "It was very clear to me what you thought of me. But it did take me all day to get you away from that tent of yours." "I'm glad you did," he said. "So am I." And suddenly, his penis was engulfed in intense warmth. Alena sank down onto him in the water, pulling herself with her hands around his behind so that her tight vagina swallowed him up. She looked into his eyes and moaned as he filled her. His eyes widened at the sudden, unexpected penetration. "Mmm…" she groaned as they began a slow rhythm, stirring his cock inside her hot wetness. "I've never done this before," he said as they moved together. "I've never made love to anyone in a lake." "You know? Neither have I." She grinned and kissed him deeply, gyrating her hips to explore every textural quality available as their bodies converged. Ben's hands moved around to her cute behind, squeezing himself inside her deeper than ever, reaching parts that no one else had reached before, producing tingling sensations that she had never thought possible. The intense feelings surged through their bodies like pure electricity, pulsating and throbbing from their union all the way out to the tips of their toes, as though their blood was actually fizzing. Their breathing became deep, sucking in the oxygen to fuel their fiery passion, and Alena's moans grew louder and louder. Ben knew from her first climax that she was near a second, and he intensified the contact of his erection on the front wall of her vagina, caressing that most sensitive region to really set her alight. Her hands gripped him more and more desperately, her moans almost becoming like yelps as she rode him, clinging on in the water while the sensations exploded inside her, rippling throughout her hot vagina as it squeezed his rigid column. When it came, her orgasm was so explosive that she let out a high-pitch yell, urgently releasing the flood of energy that she was experiencing as his burning seed flooded inside her. Fearful Nudity She gripped his head in bother her hands, kissing his mouth with the ferocity of a raging predator as her incredible peak detonated within her and Ben's own orgasm rushed throughout his body so that had he not been standing in the soft mud of the lake, he might have slumped back in the water. It seemed to take an age for the two of them to recover, and once they had, they realised that it was actually dark: so dark that the stars could be seen in the heavens, as clearly as if they were making love in a planetarium, with the bright face of the moon shining calm light upon them. "Mon dieu," Alena whispered breathlessly. "You are the most amazing person I have ever met." He kissed her, not really knowing how to respond to such glowing praise. To tell her that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever met, that no one had ever stirred such emotions in him before, that no one had ever turned him on as much as she had, that the next four weeks were going to be the most sublime in history – if he said it now, it would sound corny, wouldn't it? But he couldn't just say nothing: it would make it seem as though he didn't care, or worse, that he had just used her for a quick screw. What on earth was he supposed to say to express just how alive he felt, just how amazing it was to be with her? "Alena," he said quietly in the moonlight, "I love you."