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Christine and Megan in Florida Keys

By: SoaringPaul



A previous story told of a nudist adventure on my boat, the S.S. Happy Place. This story occurs a few years later and tells of another boat trip in the Florida Keys and how we introduced two new friends to the nudist life.

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My daughter, Melody, had just finished an intense senior year of high school and looked like she needed a well-deserved vacation. Her mother, Keiko, and I needed a break also, as our reward for making it through the entire graduation hubbub and Melody's 18th birthday parties.

We hadn't taken our boat on an extended trip in awhile, so I decided to take a week off work for a trip to the Keys. Keiko was a little reluctant, but since it was for Melody, did her best to reschedule her patients or refer them to other doctors. So, it was the three of us so far, although we always try to invite some friends.

Being that we were going for an entire week, most of the friends we invited couldn't afford the time away from work, even though I had full Internet access through a satellite link for those that worked remotely. Only two lady friends agreed to go along, Christine and Megan.

Christine was a 27-year old web developer I'd worked with occasionally over the previous few years and agreed to go only if we promised to leave her alone a few hours each day so she could get at least a little work done for her clients. She was excited to go though, for she had just moved to Miami a few months ago and had never been to the Keys. She had been over to our house a few times for website meetings and afternoon barbecues, and quickly became friends with my wife and daughter. She was always enthralled with my 40-foot cruiser moored to the dock behind my house, so it was easy to convince her to join us on this trip.

Megan was Melody's piano teacher and was a few years into her performing arts degree at the local university. She seemed a part of the family already, as she was over three times a week for Melody's lessons and would often stay for dinner.

Megan had lived in Miami for about six years, moving down from chilly New England after high school. She adopted the alluring Miami lifestyle quickly as she embraced her studies at the university. She had become Melody's piano teacher soon after arriving, which gave us the opportunity to see her grow away from her conservative Catholic upbringing. The Miami skin-culture lured her into more revealing clothes and beach scene. Luckily, she didn't get sucked into the party scene, but hung-out with the adventure crowd and became quite the SCUBA junky. 

I don't know if she ever did the nudist thing before — easy, with all the nude beaches around south Florida — but I did catch her sunning topless one afternoon with Melody, who was sunning nude. Megan didn't seem to mind, or cover up, when I walked out onto the deck. I jokingly chastised them for blowing off piano practice, but since Megan wasn't bashful sitting there topless, I agreed to still pay her.

Megan had very much the bubbly, cute, American-girl look. She was tall, blond, blue-eyed and had a cute spattering of freckles on her fair skin. Her athletic body was honed from a life of basketball, softball and brothers. What people mostly admired though was her hair. She had a thick mane of naturally-wavy, sandy-blond hair. It was the classic mermaid hair, which I imagined looked great underwater. She was a welcome addition to our trip into the Keys, who I sensed would have no problem getting nude.

It was very normal for Keiko, Melody and I to shed our clothes on these trips and spend as much time as possible fully nude. The Florida Keys were so laid-back, and scarcely populated, that even if other people did see us nude, they just didn't care. Even the various law enforcement patrols didn't care. Most of our guests would eventually get nude with us, enjoying the excitement and realizing the frivolity of their prudeness. But we never pressured anyone, just showed them the freedom it offers. 

We've converted many people to the nudist lifestyle, to which we received many thanks. And without fail, when it's our guest's first time cruising nude with us, they're always reluctant to get clothed again when we return to the dock. Some were even bold, and walked fully nude to their car when we dropped them off at the marina. 

As for Christine and Megan, they both somewhat knew that Keiko, Melody and I go skinny-dipping off our boat sometimes, but I don't think they knew we spent our entire trips in the nude. Our nudist friends all keep the goings-on pretty low key, especially all the adult games that often take place late at night.

So, the five of us began our trip about noon on Friday. I wanted to beat the weekend crowd and get a good anchorage in our favorite lagoon. During the first part of the trip Christine spent most of her time with me on the bridge, while the others stayed below, in the main cabin. The bridge, being the highest deck on the boat, offered the best view and my tour-guide commentary. She was amazed at the beautiful scenery and all the tropical colors splayed out in the Florida Keys. 

Christine was beside herself with excitement as I talked about what she'll get to see when we go skin-diving on the reefs. Ya, skin-diving!!! She accepted my cover explanation that it just means diving underwater a couple minutes at a time, with snorkel gear. But my excitement for skin-diving with her was a little more sinister. I was hoping to see her skin-dive in the literal sense—in just her skin.

Christine was a beauty, and didn't even need any make-up to stop men in their tracks. She was half Asian, taking the best attributes from her Korean mother and Norwegian father. I'm really enthralled by Eurasian women, and delighted at how my daughter has become a beauty herself, with my Irish and Keiko's Japanese genes. 

Christine was a curvy 5'7", with beautifully soft skin, a gorgeous smile and flowing long hair. She had great legs and from what I could tell, very perky C-cup boobs. I had never seen her in anything more revealing than a tank-top and shorts, but her attributes were obvious, and on this trip I would do everything in my power to get her naked. 

I didn't have a specific plan in mind for "Operation get Christine and Megan nude," but I would just let things progress as they will, and normally did. Keiko and Melody are very persuasive towards our female guests, no doubt by displaying their good-natured comfort and naked confidence. Usually by the second day our guests are nude, and by the third day the sexual teasing games begin. We usually sailed with a more even guy-girl ratio. So this trip will be interesting, with me the only guy amongst four women. Not that I'm complaining mind you.

Christine was still with me on the bridge, when about half way along the cruise to our favorite cove, she quipped at seeing a boatload of naked people anchored near the shore. After a confirming double-take, she turned to me in somewhat disbelief and said, "Hey, that was a boat full of neked people. There must've been at least ten... Are they allowed to do that here?"

With shrugged shoulders and a casual tone, I answered, "Ya, you see that all the time down here in the Keys. Everybody's casual, trying to stay cool and casting off all their cares."

A wide-eyed, and still disbelieving Christine asks, "But, but... wouldn't they get arrested or something?"

Continuing with my casual tone, I began to explain, "Na. As long as they don't get ornery with it, the law doesn't care. And it's even legal where we are now. We're cruising through a National Park, federal land... err, well in this case over an underwater park. And there is no federal law against simple nudity. But even outside the park, the law is more concerned with drunks and poaching than with naked people. Down towards Key West, most of the beaches are clothing optional. Oh, and Key West even hosts a festival, Fantasy Fest, where people wear only..." Christine sternly threw up her hand, gesturing for me to stop with any more sordid details.

We stood in silence, both gazing forward; me with a wry smile and Christine with a "what the hell did I get myself into" look. From the assorted looks that her very-expressive face was rifling through, she was obviously starting to connect some dots. It was becoming agonizing clear for her now. All she'd heard about the keys and the few offbeat comments from my family members are starting to finally make sense.

She then looked straight at me, shook her head in disbelieving disgust, and stormed off the bridge for the main cabin below, angrily mumbling something incoherent.

I stood in somewhat puzzled remorse. I only meant to plant a seed, at how nudity is ok in the Keys and how casual everybody treats it. But I fear that I may have just pissed her off, and she thinks I'm a dirty old man who wants to tie her up in a cabin and have my way with her. Over the years, I've learned she's an emotional one and readily jumps to gross conclusions quite quickly. Crap, here we go again.

But she's down with the other girls now, and if there's one thing I can count on with Christine, she's always very forthcoming with her feelings, albeit sometimes explosively. 

Within a matter of seconds of her stomp down into the main cabin, I hear a muffled yet short scream. It was difficult to tell who the scream belonged to over the engines, but I suspected it was probably Christine. 

Let's see. Since Keiko and Melody usually waste little time getting nude on these trips, Christine probably screamed upon discovering my nude wife and daughter. Hmmm, I wonder if Megan was already joining them. I was only hoping as much.

I didn't hear a peep for nearly an hour, when Megan startled me from behind, saying, "I thought I'd join you for awhile. The conservatism is getting too thick down there for this liberal."

I turned to find Megan casually leaning against the back rail, wearing only the small shorts she boarded with. I took a good long look at her bare chest and the mesmerizing jiggle caused by the motions of the boat. She broke my distraction, by saying, "Well, since you've seen them before, I might as well get as comfortable as I can."

I couldn't let that opening get away so easily, so I looked at her straight and commented, "Comfortable as you can, huh. Well, you can always get a little more comfortable from what I see."

She blushed in bashful shame as she dropped her hands in front of her still-covered crotch, and piped back, "Hey, I don't know if I can go all the way just yet. A girl's gotta have a little modesty left." I told her I'd drop it as I began playing tour guide again. Megan stayed on the bridge until we reached our lagoon. She became more bold with each boat we passed; first just waving, then shaking her boobs and even acting out a sexy groping. She wouldn't let me touch though.

We arrived at our destination just before sunset, and Melody helped me get the boat anchored in the lagoon. I suppose it was quite a sight for the few people nearby. An eighteen year-old Asian girl on the foredeck of 40-foot ocean cruiser securing lines and diving in the water to check the set of the anchor. Of course also totally comfortable, and proud, that she was fully nude. Melody had been raised a nudist and it never really concerned her to be caught in her favorite state. Her rebellious streak made for some interesting situations, especially with any deliveries to the house, but she never got in too much trouble. She even had a little fan club among the regulars around the lagoon, and had converted many of them into the nudist lifestyle.

Once the boat was secure for the night, my stress went the way of the breeze and I could finally begin to relax. Keiko had dinner almost ready when I headed for the main cabin for the first time since Christine stormed off the bridge. I didn't know what to expect, but my dick was twitching under my shorts in anticipation that the girls had convinced Christine to get nude. Not this time though.

My beautiful Asian wife was scampering around the galley, proudly waving those surgically-enhanced boobs for all to enjoy, as Christine and Megan sat at the counter. Keiko and Melody were both fully nude, which appeared to still make Christine and Megan a little uncomfortable. Although probably a little less so with Megan, for she had kept her top off from before. Christine was still wearing the clothes she boarded with though; a baggy t-shirt and cargo shorts. 

All girl-talk quickly halted when I entered the cabin, as Christine glared my way in obvious contempt that everything was my fault. I've experienced that look before and know she'll be over it in a couple hours, but in the mean time I should just lay low. So I thought it best that I not get nude for a few hours at least.

Small talk ensued during the meal, with not a wayward comment about the six naked boobs on display. All were spectacular in their own way, but Keiko's of course always kept mine, and every other guy's, attention. My first sight of her, over twenty years ago, was of her walking away from me. Her perfect legs capped with a heart-shaped ass attracted me at first, but it was her air of poise and confidence that prompted me to leap from my perch and follow. We were on a beach, and I awoke from a nap just as she had strolled past me on a casual walk down the shoreline. 

I quickly strode in tow, keeping a fair distance but glued to her sexily swaying ass. Her long, dark, silky hair caressed her back in rhythm. She looked to possibly be Asian, but that hair could've also been Latino. I loved the looks of both ethnic groups, but preferred the Asians for their cultures. I could tell instantly she had class beyond compare. For she was very elegantly wearing a white sun bonnet, and a few delicately placed pieces of body jewelry... and nothing else. To be dressed to so stylish, while proudly sauntering nude down a beach, was more than just tugging at my heart, it was yanking my heart and not letting go.... and I still hadn't even seen her from the front.

Needless to say, I embarrassed myself and lots of other people when I followed her right up into her hotel lobby still fully nude myself. She grabbed her wrap before leaving the nude section of the beach, but I just couldn't let her get away. The nice girls at the reception desk were a little aghast at my boldness, but took care of my immediate needs and sympathized with my romantic gesture. The outrageous gesture in the lobby worked though, when Keiko turned around to see what all the screaming was about. Our eyes met, and we've been madly in love ever since.

She's a beauty, and it always excites me to show her off, as she does me as well. Her boobs were naturally perky and sized as small B-cups when we met, but being a nudist all these years let gravity extol its wrath. About five years ago, she had implants installed. She now sports an awesome pair of D-cups, which she proudly flaunts to the delight of every man.

Around the dinner counter, the other two pair of bare boobs were also very appreciated. Melody's well-tanned boobs seem to have inherited her mother's Japanese traits and barely fill-out an A-cup bra. She's still able to compete against her more-endowed classmates though, by not wearing a bra at all. Her desires will be fulfilled this coming summer though, for Keiko and I promised to go half on the cost of a boob job after she finished high school. The gawkers around the lagoon won't know what hit em.

The last pair of boobs on display, Megan's, were interesting to watch. It must be her first time eating a meal topless, without her boobs mashed tightly against her chest from a sports bra. Every other bite or so, a utensil or hand catches a nipple, causing an interesting wobble and frustrating sigh. 

After the meal and clean-up party, we settled onto the aft deck to enjoy the warm evening under the moonlight. The small talk turned to the nudist topic soon after my rum punch started working its magic. We all exchanged our views on the subject, which had a noticeable calming effect on Christine. It seemed she finally realized I didn't intend to tie her up in her cabin, but merely wanted to introduce her to a newfound freedom. 

Although I still secretly wanted to have sex with both Christine and Megan. But that would have to wait for a few days of buttering up and the ok from my usually open-minded Keiko. 

On about her third drink, Christine seemed to accept the week's dress code, no doubt realizing she couldn't stop us. I knew Christine had an open mind and enjoyed trying new things, but she just needed to feel in control and didn't like being surprised. She apologized about going ballistic earlier. And even though she respects our desire to be nude, she still felt very uncomfortable. Although she promised to try her best to get used to it.

The rest of us agreed to respect her wishes, even though it was still unclear to me whether she was going to try her best to accept us nude or actually consider getting nude herself. The next day will tell.

In the mean time, I took the cue and announced my brief departure to my cabin and get "more comfortable" before returning. We all knew what I meant, as all eyes were on Christine. After and awkward silence, she reluctantly rolled her eyes and gave me the nod.

I excitedly stripped in my cabin, but needed to wait a bit before returning. My semi-hard on belayed my pent up desire to show off for Christine. I've known her about four years, and since first meeting her, I've wanted to see her naked and possibly much more. But it would be very uncool if I walked back out with a raging hard on. So there I stood, in the master cabin, squeezing my dick hard to expel all the blood and filling my thoughts with baseball. It eventually worked. 

Besides, she would probably catch me hard at least a few times over the next couple days. The going rule on our trips is: "if it wants to fly, let it." Too much the delight of our women guests of course.

I stepped back out to the group with a nonchalant attitude and drinks for all. The rest of the night was eerily casual, without any more mention of nude people. I kept an eye towards Christine, and didn't catch her even once glance my direction. We all crashed around midnight, but I still had plenty of sexual tension to release, much to the delight of Keiko.

The next morning found Melody, Keiko and I waiting in the galley for the two new girls to eventually join us for breakfast. I sent Melody down to hurry them along. She returned to report Megan was in the bathroom and Christine was just getting out of bed. From my past dealings with Christine, I knew she was not a morning person, so we decided to start breakfast as soon as Megan came up.

Christine had a small cabin to herself, and really didn't know if anybody else was up. But there were noises, and she needed to pee badly. She emerged into the hall wearing her usual night clothes, an oversized t-shirt and panties. Megan was already in the small bathroom, fussing with her hair and make-up. Christine stopped in shock though when discovering Megan was standing nude at the mirror with the door wide open.

Christine excused her intrusion and said she'd wait, but Megan would have none of it and insisted she just come on in and do her business. Reluctantly, Christine obliged and wedged her way past Megan for the toilet. Christine just stood there, waiting for Megan to get the hint and close the bathroom door. Megan answered the "ahem" with, "Hey girl, you might as well get used to the tight space on the boat. Besides, everybody else is already upstairs. Just go ahead and do what you need. Don't mind my naked ass."

Christine resigned her modesty, dropped her panties and sat for the task at hand. With Megan's naked ass filling her view, Christine said, "Um... you goin upstairs like that? With... um.... being naked and all."


Christine and Megan in Florida Keys Ch. 02



At the end of part 1, Christine and Megan had just joined the rest of us nudists and bared their beautiful, naked bodies for the first time. Myself, my wife Keiko, and our college-bound daughter, Melody, often take our 40-foot boat down to the Florida Keys from our waterfront home in Miami. The three of us are devoted nudists, who also push the limits of exhibitionism. We also enjoy introducing friends to the nudist/exhibitionist life. On this week-long trip, our guests are Christine and Megan, two striking ladies in their twenties. This story continues with their adventure on the S.S. Happy Place. 

We pick up the scene from part 1. It was the early morning following our arrival the previous night. The timid Christine had just joined the rest of us, who were already nude, in the galley for breakfast. The story continues mere seconds after she had emerged from hiding, and for the first time, flashed her fully-naked body for us.

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WOW... is all I could mutter about Christine, once my eyes popped back into my head.

I had worked with this Eurasian beauty over the last few years on various projects and always longed to see what kind of body she was hiding under those baggy clothes. I was deliriously surprised. Christine was more breathtaking than I ever imagined, and I had imagined quite a bit.

Declaring her newfound freedom with a big "Ta-Da", she stood on display for us with arms outstretched wide and hips cocked in rebellion. The expressions washing over her face were priceless. First of defiance at Melody's dare to stand up from behind the counter, then of terror at realizing she's actually standing naked in front of people she barely knew, then of a brief conciliatory acceptance that the hard part is now over, and finally a wry smile of wicked amusement at being the center of attention. 

Her hourglass figure was perfectly proportioned, kept from any hint of aging by her taught and smooth Asian skin. Faint tanlines from a bikini revealed that her golden skin was natural. Her long black hair dramatically framed her provocatively-perfect, oval-shaped face, then continued down, tenderly draping her shoulders, and then gently ending its caress with a wispy kiss of her cleavage.

Her fine Asian hair glistened in the rays of the morning sun and gently flowed like feathers on the breeze. Her cat-like eyes, pouty lips and warming smile stopped all mankind in their tracks. I was so glad she agreed to come along.

As for the interesting parts, they were more spectacular than I had ever imagined. On every previous meeting, she always seemed to be wearing a sports bra or tight tank under a loose top. I could only guess she sported somewhat average B-cups, if that. Boy, was I surprised... or rather blown-away at what popped out from behind her clutched arms. They were perfectly-shaped and very big. Probably at least large C-cups, although more likely D-cups. They stood proud and firm, with slight splaying out to the side.

The sumptuously circular undersides gently continued curving around to seamlessly merge into her deltoid shoulder muscle. This continuous line — beginning from a girl's cleavage, outlining her boobs and then smoothly continuing up her side to finally crease her bicep — was one of my all-time favorite attributes a woman could have. It just drives me nuts, and Christine's got it.

I was so enthralled by her curving bustline, I had to mentally tear myself away to explore the rest, lest my gawk time expire and she sits back down behind the counter. She had the entire room's attention though. The other three girls were staring as intently as I was. I'd no doubt be hearing prangs of jealousy throughout the rest of the trip.

Steeling away from the still-hypnotic outline of Christine's curvaceous boobs, I finally chanced a detailed look at her love-buttons, crowned atop those works of artistic mammary perfection. They were delicately perfect, of course. As if I would've expected anything less than perfection by now.

Her areolas were perfectly round, and slightly puckered by this time. No doubt responding to the erotic excitement of the situation, standing naked for inspection. Their silver-dollar size was in perfect proportion to the globes they crowned. Her nipples appeared almost flush with her areolas, surprising, given her state of relative fear combined with erotic stimulation. From my own research, most women admitted their nipples became quite engorged in a situation as this.

I sure hoped Christine's own nipples would rise to the occasion when called upon. I vowed to investigate this further during the next few days... wink, wink!

Sensing she would sit back down any second, I quickly dropped my alluring gaze down south. This entire time, my peripheral vision registered the existence of some hair, but I neither detected a full forest, nor lack of any. Once my gaze arrived at its target, as you will the culmination of my torrid examination, I swear my dick was at full erection once again. Wow, this girl just doesn't seem to disappoint, does she? 

My attention glued, the untanned skin from her bikini beautifully presented her dark pubic hair in striking silhouette, as if it was artistically adorned for display in a museum. Now that would be my kind of museum.

Christine held her legs tightly together as she stood, probably more from a comfort standpoint than any lingering modesty. But as typically demonstrated by just about every other female guest we've had, their first naked strip is one thing. It usually takes another couple days nude before they release their vice-gripped legs. I'm sure Christine will follow the same track.

Therefore, my view of Christine's crotch was limited, but I could still admire the view. It didn't appear she trimmed the top or upper sides at all, it wasn't needed. Wisps of hair flowed from the edges toward the center, smoothly forming a liberal covering, yet still seemingly malleable. For if my previous deductions were correct, the trend would no doubt continue lower, generously covering her womanhood. I'll explain.

When Christine would drop by my house for a meeting or working session, she would often wear tight jeans or loose shorts. And my ever-leering observations noticed a common trend. I rarely, if ever, caught a panty line. At first I just assumed she wore thongs, as many girls do to avoid lines, but my vigilance didn't weaken. She would sometimes bend over wearing tight jeans and a short top, offering me a view down her butt. I never caught any panties then either, although I expected a thong at least. I therefore assumed she went commando all the time.

My second observational pastime then led credence to my assumption that Christine sported a good amount of pubic hair. During our sessions together, all these years, I would naturally take quick glances at her clothed crotch. It's natural for a guy, always hoping for a camel toe or just to stare and wonder. But my vigilance was never rewarded with any camel toes or even the slightest fleshy bulge.

Therefore, putting two and two together, commando yet no bulging, I deduced she had a very taught set of vaginal lips and plenty of hair coverage to keep any fabric from intruding. And from my current observation of her naked crotch, it looks like I was right, even considering my limited view. I was beaming.

My examination completed just in time, for as satisfied we all had a good look, Christine quickly sat back down on her stool, the counter covering her body from the waist down. We all ate our breakfast in silence for awhile, only interrupted by an occasional smile across the counter. My glances though spent most of their time sneaking peeks of Christine.

She was even more interesting then ever at this moment. It must've also been her first time eating at a table while nude, because she had the same struggles as Megan had earlier. The high stool combined with the low counter caused Christine to lean forward over her plate. This awkward position, compounded by the lack of her usual sports bra, placed her free-swinging boobs in a direct line between her plate and her mouth. Every other bite or so, a utensil or hand caught a boob, resulting in a rhythmic wobble and frustrating sigh. 

In addition to the boob interference, whenever she used a knife to cut her ham patty, the sawing movement created a little side-to-side dance from her pendulous boobs. She tried to calm their movement by squeezing them together with her upper arms, but that just caused them to squirt out forward while continuing to dance. Her struggles had everyone's covert attention.

We were trying not to laugh, but she just couldn't seem to get the hang of this nudist eating thing. Keiko often steps in at this point, always vigilant for a struggling first-time nudist. Without saying a word, Keiko leans into the counter herself, and mimics Christine's awkward movements, catching one of her surgically-enhanced D-cups with every bite. She even has a go with the side-to-side boob dance, albeit highly-damped though.

Megan joins in with the fun, and even leaves a little food behind on her nipple. Christine starts laughing along, even exaggerating her movements for effect.

Melody looked down at her barely-there chest and sighed, but didn't want to be left out. So she tugged and pulled each nipple in an effort to at least let something stick out, then leaned way forward and joined-in with the boobie games.

We were all laughing by now, when I pouted about being left out because I lacked the proper equipment. The girls teased, but I got back at them with a shocker. I stood up, leaned my nearly-limp, but still long dick over my plate and proceeded to make it dance with each forkful. The surprised looks and laughter were priceless, but did the trick to break the ice and release a little anxiety from Christine and Megan.

For the rest of that first full-day at sea, both Christine and Megan nervously expanded their foray into nudism. They hung close together, no doubt for mutual support, but also let Melody take the lead. The camp counselor in Melody guided them through their fears and by noon had both Christine and Megan gleefully snorkeling on the nearby reef. But baby steps were the order and the two girls made Melody promise to not take them around any strangers who happened by. Melody tried her best, even though boats were starting to arrive in the lagoon for the weekend.

The girls just had to suck it up one time though. The three of them were snorkeling a few hundred yards from the S.S. Happy Place, when they got boxed in on their way back. Keiko and I both laughed at the situation. The girls' only way back was through a group of three boats anchored loosely. Melody led the way between two of the boats. One was fishing the shallows with two older men and the other was a 25-foot cabin cruiser holding what appeared to be a small family. 

Even from my boat, we could see Christine and Megan's futile attempt to cover their bare asses with their hands or duck under the water. Futile indeed, considering the clear water afforded a view of just about everything. Swimming rapidly face down, there's no doubt Melody's little A-boobs couldn't be seen, not that she would hide them from anybody anyways, and Megan's taught B-boobs would be difficult to make out. But Christine's generous melons would no doubt provide a good show for the boat people. With her hands busy covering her gyrating bare ass above the water, the transparent water provided a clear view of her unimpeded boobs pendulating to their own rhythm.

As totally predicted though, we saw Melody stop and talk with the family in the cruiser, motioning for Christine and Megan to continue their dash back to my boat. Both red with embarrassment, Christine and Megan made me start an engine and spin the boat to position the rear transom away from the other boats. They zipped into the safety of the cabin upon a harried climb out of the water. 

Keiko and I both laughed, because we knew that within a day, both of these shy girls will be strolling nude down one of the nearby beaches, all aflutter to let strangers see them in the altogether. 

Melody arrived a few minutes after the girls and said she invited the family from the other boat over for dinner, drinks and ghost stories. Upon hearing this, the girls appeared guarded, and wanted to know more of what the invitation entailed, especially the expected dress code.

Melody explained that she knew the older girl, Wendy, from high school, and she had also met her younger brother and parents at a football game. They were cool and didn't even flinch at seeing Melody nude in the water. The mother even removed her bikini top after a few minutes. Wendy's younger brother, Keith, appeared very nervous, and avoided looking at Melody in the transparent water, obviously embarrassed at the whole situation.

Melody knew the look all too well, so she explained the situation on our boat, including what Christine and Megan are going through. Melody then offered the invitation, without any obligation to go nude, but if they wanted to try it, we would be very encouraging and understanding.

Upon hearing this, Megan seemed a little reluctant, but made a personal goal to be ready for her first guests by that evening. Christine was much more hesitant, so we all agreed to let her wear clothes if she really wanted.

We all enjoyed a nude lunch on the rear deck, with Christine and Megan tucked into the shadows, away from any eyes around the lagoon.

Melody joined me in the galley for clean-up duty, when after some idle chit-chat, she asked, "So, you think Christine is really hot, huh?" I nodded in guilty admission.

Melody pressed, "I think they're both really hot, and have awesome bods. Can I get my boobs done like Christine's this summer? You know you promised I could after I graduated, and I almost have enough money for my half. I saw how you reacted at seeing hers, and I wanna get that same reaction from guys."

I said, "Well, we all agreed you could have them done this summer... and I suppose you can get whatever size you want, but I think Christine's would topple you over. She has a much bigger frame than you. We can talk about it more later, but I want your mom and the doctor involved with the decision, ok?" 

Melody nodded in agreement, and continued, "There's one more thing on my mind though, and I'm sure you've been dreading this, but..." I winced at the lead-in, as she began, "...since I'm an adult now... well, ya know, for a lot of years now I've been shooed away to my cabin when you adults get all frisky late at night... but I know very well what's going on. I've sneaked a few peeks and played with a few hard dicks on this boat.... and well, I think it's time I was allowed to play along ... It's no secret you and mom take on the whole crowd, she even brags a little... So, can I? ... now that I'm an adult and all."

Yup, my grown-up daughter was right, I was definitely dreading this conversation. So, avoiding eye contact with her, I cleared my dry-as-a-desert throat, and stammered, "My little girl is all growed up now, what's a Dad to do.... Well Melody, you're right, as much as I find this excruciatingly difficult, I can't stop you from joining our games. We did promise you a few years ago, didn't we? I just thought the day would never get here... your mom saw this coming, and told me a few weeks ago that the decision, and especially the conditions, would be up to me."

Melody tried her best to keep her enthusiasm subdued, for my benefit, but she liked the direction this conversation was going and was ready to burst. I clutched my heart, and gave her my decision, "Well sweetie, I suppose you can join the games, but here are the conditions. First, and this one's for me, I just don't want to actually see you having sex with a guy. You can join us with the foreplay, but please go to another part of the boat when you're actually doing it. At least the first few times, ok sweetie?" Melody nods in agreement, then asks if there are any more rules.

I answer, "Well, that's the big one. But the second rule that comes to mind at the moment, is that I get final approval for any guy you have your sights on. You know I like all your friends, but you still need to get my nod before you get busy with him... Oh, and one last thing, any dick around my daughter better be wearing a raincoat. Got it?"

Melody's enthusiastic nod said it all, let the games begin. But before she bounded away with her newfound freedom, I asked a favor of her, "I'm glad you like your new toy now, but in return today, you gotta do me a big favor, which just might help you with your new toy also." She was all ears, eagerly awaiting her mission.

I began the mission plan, "It's obvious how enamored I am with Christine, as you can plainly see, and Megan is pretty hot also. Now you know we've been in situations like this before, getting people nude the first day and then bonking by the end of the week. But this time I really don't want to wait that long. I want to spend the whole week bonking Christine. So, what I'm asking, is for you...."

Melody stopped me mid-sentence, and blurted, "I know, I know...you want me to accelerate the process a little, huh? No prob.... I gotcha covered. You'll be bonkin them both real soon... and I guess that means I better be looking for a boy toy myself, huh!"

Just talking about a romp with Christine got my dick almost fully erect. Melody and I both laughed at my excitement, and joked that she better hurry, I'm ready right now. Melody bounded off right away, in search of her marks.

I worked my way up to the fly bridge to take care of some boating stuff, when I saw that Christine and Megan had joined Keiko on the foredeck for some serious tanline removal. Keiko was stretched out on her back, firm boobs pointing high towards the sky, while Christine and Megan displayed their pale asses for me. I still couldn't make out what kind of tattoo Christine had on her lower back. It appeared very detailed though, and oh so sexy.

I shouted down to them, but Keiko was the only one to respond. The other two girls were sound asleep from the afternoon sun. Keiko had to repeat her answer to me a few times, for I really wasn't paying much attention. The hourglass figures splayed out before me captured my lustful thoughts and just wouldn't let go.

I made some crack that I'd help with the sunscreen when Christine or Megan turn over, but instead of the wave-off I was expecting, Megan mumbled an "ok." I told her I'd be on the bridge when she needed me. I went back to my business, but after a few minutes I heard Megan call out from the foredeck. I nearly fell down the ladder, sprinting to the aid of a fair maiden in sunscreen distress.

She lay awaiting, with those beautiful, blond, mermaid trestles fanned out across the deck pad. Her gravity-deifying boobs standing firm, like pyramids rising out of the sweaty desert. Her legs parted effortlessly, relaxed from the sun's warmth. Her gaze said it all though, do with me as you would a generously oiled turkey, ready to be basted by the warm sun. How could I resist, with such an invitation.

Keiko looked on as I generously covered every inch of Megan's supple body. Of course a few places needed multiple coats of sunscreen. She even let me explore her innermost sanctity of womanhood. 

Complete in my duty, I sat motionless on the edge of her pad, intoxicated from her energy. She then raised her head, in search of her trophy. She smiled in triumphant satisfaction, upon finding my manhood pointing masterfully toward the sky. I coyly whispered to Megan, "Promise me you and Christine will both see to it I stay like this the entire trip." The wink sealed the deal, and I was off.

Christine slept through the entire affair as I began to leave the scene, when I turned to see Keiko's hand emerging from her own crotch. She loved to play along. I took a long, big bite from each of her erect nipples, leaving her to lust over the two beautifully greased goddesses.




Christine and Megan in Florida Keys Ch. 02



I practically ramroded Melody when we abruptly met rounding the same corner. She giggled something about sheathing my dangerous weapon, which of course I would have none of. She knew I liked showing off my erections. My large size and star-quality shape always impresses.

With a mischievous smile, Melody gazed down at my engorged dick and teased, "I saw you lathering up Megan out there. Are you sure you still need this mission of mine? It looks like you're doing fine all by yourself."

I reply excitedly, "Yup, I still need you. Megan is in the bag, but Christine still needs the hard sell." Melody then scampers off, eager for the challenge of the mission.

Towards the late afternoon, when the sun started easing its relentless quest to melt us all, Christine and Megan followed Melody off the side for a relaxing swim. I tossed them some floats so they could bob and chat for awhile. Megan sprawled face-up on the air-mattress float, her mermaid hair spread out on the water's surface, appearing like a Vegas showgirl headpiece. 

Christine balanced her small float under her arms, with legs dangling beneath. Her boobs were positioned right at water level, delicately bobbing in sync with every passing ripple. Melody positioned a tube-like float between her legs, enjoying the challenge of staying balanced. I got a wink from Melody as they paddled out of earshot and began chatting. I sat and watched them for awhile, savoring the feel of my dick slowly filling with blood. 

Melody began right in with her assigned mission, saying to Christine and Megan, "So, how do you guys feel about being nude? It's been almost a whole day already and you haven't died of embarrassment or shame yet. Not bad, huh?"

Megan spoke first, "I really like it. You were right, the hardest part was the first five minutes, and at this point, I don't think I care anymore if a clothed stranger sees me nude. But of course I really haven't done that yet, have I?"

Christine had been quiet the entire day, not her usual talkative self. With a little prodding, Melody finally got Christine to open up, as she began, "I don't think I'm over my initial shock yet. This is still very difficult for me, casting off twenty-five years of modesty in a single day. I pushed through the absolute terror of it all, but the knots in my stomach all day keep telling me it's still wrong. I suppose I'll get used to it in a few days, but I still don't know if I'll ever do this again. And it seems you guys are even getting a sexual thrill out of this. I can't even begin to have those feelings."

Melody loved a challenge, and Christine was definitely a diamond in the rough, exhibitionist wise that is. She would need healthy doses of both tender understanding, and persuasive influence. Melody had been through this before many times. She estimated that over her lifetime as a nudist, she's probably guided at least fifty people through the turmoil of their first nudist experience. 

Melody's plan for Christine is to have her proceed along the path in succinct steps. Each step slightly harder and potentially more embarrassing than the last. Megan would be easy and just needed to keep up.

Melody didn't let Christine even get a slight inclination that she was being played, and her sexual virtue was the focal point of a bigger plan. Melody paddled closer to Christine, and began explaining, "Christine, you've come a long way already, and bared your body along with your soul to the world. You should feel proud. But you still have a long way to go, before you reach total body acceptance and an awakened spirit."

Melody didn't give Christine a chance to consider what bigger fears they may have planned for her. Melody had already made the decision for her and Christine was now committed. She wouldn't be allowed to back out now.

Melody just confidently explained to Christine, and Megan, how they would proceed. She began, "We'll first start with tonight. My friends from the other boat will arrive later tonight, to be welcomed by you two, fully nude. Everything will be ok, just follow our lead and act like your nudity is normal. I even have some cool jewelry for you to wear. If our guests aren't nude already when they arrive, we'll talk them out of their clothes in no time. We always do." Both Christine and Megan slowly nodded in nervous receipt.

Melody continued, "But before our guests arrive tonight, I need to run an errand, and you two will join me."

Christine piped, "Alright, what kind of errand? I hope it doesn't involve me going naked into some store or something."

Melody explained, "Na, I wouldn't do something like that to ya... at least not on your first day. My Dad likes to spread out a layer of sand on the lower rear deck. It makes it kinda tropical and it feels good on your feet. So, on the first day of these trips, I gotta trudge over to a beach and fill a couple buckets with sand. But today, I have you guys to help, yea! We'll take the skiff all the way down to the far end of the island, because Dad says the sand has less rocks on that beach. We'll leave in an hour or so."

Megan yelped excitedly "cool," but Christine, once again, began her emotional death spiral, and cracked, "OK, I'll go. I think.... but can I at least wear a t-shirt?"

Melody shook her head, and said, "Nope, you gotta do this in the buff.... It'll be ok though. I won't steer the skiff near any boats, and the beach down there is always deserted. No prob." Christine reluctantly agreed and reminded herself this was all part of trying new things.

Melody then began her usual speech, given to all her first-timers, about a side benefit of nudism, "Now ladies, you've probably noticed by now that we're all nude and every private body part, as well as every blemish, is on full display for all to notice. Feel free to look at anything you want, it's acceptable and often encouraged. So Christine, you don't have to avert your eyes any more, like I've been watching you do. And because of that, nudist conversations often become extremely personal. Topics are discussed that are traditionally taboo in normal social circles, merely by the fact that anything on display is open for comment. You see where I'm going with this?"

Both girls nodded intently at this new twist, as Melody continued, "So, don't be surprised Christine, if for instance someone asks you about your boobs, or wants to see your clit piercing.... Do you have one by the way?" 

A mortified Christine violently shakes her head in the negative, and finally says, "Really, people talk about that kinda stuff... Isn't that kinda personal?"

Melody says, "Well, ya. It's personal. But you're also standing right in front of them without any clothes. You already established your exposure comfort, and declaring 'Hey, look at me. I'm nekkid and I really don't mind if you look or ask me a question about my body.' So you see Christine, everything is fair game... But the fun part is that it also goes both ways. You also have the ok to ask questions of others... Imagine that you had free rein to ask intimate details of a perfect-stranger's prick. How fun would that be?"

Sly grins washed across both Christine and Megan. Melody then suggested they start paddling back to the boat.

Melody hesitated about revealing the sexual aspect of nudism, fearing it may be just too much at once for Christine. Although, it would speed things along with her Dad's master plan and also possibly help Christine put all the pieces together. Why not, she thought.

Melody began, "Christine. I know you're still having difficulty with being nude, and you mentioned that your nerves have you all in knots. Well, there just may be a technique you can use to calm those nerves."

Christine replied enthusiastically, "Ya, what is it? I'll try anything."

Melody asked, "Well, what's one of the best tension relievers you can do by yourself, is portable, doesn't cost anything and is available anytime?"

Megan giggled, knowing where this was going. Christine thought for a second and then answered in goofy naivety, "Exercise?" 

Megan lost her composure and laughed out loud, "No, you silly. Masturbation!!!!"

A shocked Christine said, "WHAT... Oh ya. I guess that counts too... Wait, you aren't suggesting I masturbate every time I feel tense... are you?"

Melody revealed her secret, "Well, ya. Why not... In fact, why do you think I've been sitting on my float? It's been grinding my pussy this whole time. It's great, and man, do I feel relaxed." 

A shocked, yet very intrigued Christine piped, "Really, I had no idea... You're good, I didn't have a clue."

Melody proudly beamed with her clandestine performance, and said, "Yup, I've become pretty good at doing it right in front of people without them ever suspecting. It's really fun getting all sexed up, with them none the wiser... But my dead give away though are my nipples... Really, neither of you noticed these high-beams I've been sporting?"

Megan replied, "Well, I actually did notice, when you arched back in the water one time. I just thought you were cold or something... but way cool that you have the guts to diddle yourself. I don't think I have the pluck. Not that I could do it with that float anyways, I got too much hair in the way."

Melody teased, "Well missy, we can remedy that quickly enough. How bout it, maybe later tonight?" Megan blushed with an embarrassing headshake.

Christine and Megan gazed around the sky for a moment, until suggesting they head back to the boat.

Meanwhile, Keiko was hanging over the railing on the fly bridge as I repeatedly impaled her from the rear. We always enjoyed a good afternoon bonk on the top deck, often waiting until we had an audience. This time, we enjoyed the voyeuristic gawks from a young couple paddling by in kayaks. They were totally embarrassed at first, but definitely felt compelled to watch after Keiko and I waved. 

They slowed way down when they got close. During our show, the guy paddled close to his girlfriend and tried to pull down her bikini top. She fought him for a bit, but eventually did remove her top and let her guy grope her large, bouncy boobs. Keiko rewarded them, by standing up and waving her bountiful boobs at the couple, while I continued sexing her from behind.

We were on the opposite side of the boat from the three girls, so they called-out to us as they toweled-off on the rear deck. I yelled back that Keiko and I were on the top deck. I whispered to Keiko, "Should we stop? Or do you want Christine and Megan to see us just yet?"

Between moans of ecstasy, Keiko grunted, "Yup... why not... anything that gets... me closer to... Megan's pussy... I'm all for."

Melody was the first to appear, with the other two girls shortly behind. Upon noticing what Keiko and I were up to, Melody sauntered across the small deck, leaned up against the opposite railing, and struck a pose. Upon realizing the scene, the other two girls stopped dead in their tracks. Christine even ran full-force into the back of Megan, giving her an added thrill of two boobs being smashed into her sensitive back.

Melody called out to the frozen Christine and Megan, "Hey, girls... over here... come and watch the show... these two like being watched... come on already, will ya." The two stunned girls finally joined Melody, after Keiko and I both turned to give nodding smiles of encouragement.

Melody jabbed the two girls, in an attempt to help them relax a little and appreciate their luck. Melody even began squeezing her own nipples, trying to encourage Megan and Christine to do the same. The two just stood silently though. After a couple minutes of them watching me fuck my wife on the open deck, Melody noticed our kayak audience in the water, and decided to take things up a notch.

She glided over to the rail that Keiko was bent over, and cupping a pert boob in each hand, displayed herself to the admiring couple in the kayaks. She then turned and sat up on the railing, facing us and giving the kayak voyeurs an excellent view of her butt hanging over the side. Melody then stared upon Christine and Megan. And with a look of lustful forcefulness, reached down into her own crotch with both hands and began masturbating in earnest.

Christine and Megan knew what was being asked of them. Reluctant, they slowly turned to each other in silent permission, as if to ask, 'eek, I will if you will.' Accepting their partnership down this trail of exhibitionist adventure, they spread their legs slightly, and still leaning against the railing, reach down and began masturbating with Melody.

I had the pleasure of fucking my beautiful Asian wife, while watching four other naked women in the throws of erotic delight. My libido couldn't take any more, and I quickly voiced my approaching climax. Melody immediately asked me to let it fly in the open, so the new girls could experience my gusher. I excitedly complied, and pulled out of Keiko just in time to eject my load onto her back. My contented gaze around the deck was met with adoring eyes of approval from all.

Christine and Megan stopped their own masturbation, questioning whether they should continue to their own climax, not sure of the proper conduct when masturbating in front of others. Melody sensed their confusion, and said, "You may continue if you want, but only if you let us watch. Or... do what I've found to be a lot more fun and exciting... try to keep yourself right on that edge for the entire day."

With the total overload they've already experienced at just the beginning of this trip, both Christine and Megan just surrendered to Melody and nodded their acceptance of her next little game. Melody happily said, "Great... I promise you'll both have the most fun you'll ever have in your life." The girls rolled their eyes at the thought.

As we all waved good-by to our topless kayak voyeurs, Melody explained, "Now girls... you no doubt feel pretty sexed up at the moment — take this towel if you need it — but you gotta keep yourself from finishing the job.... the thrill is keeping yourself always on the verge of an orgasm.... and believe me, at the end of the night, you'll be rewarded by an orgasm so intense, they'll hear your screams back in Miami!!" 

Christine visibly shuddered at the mere thought, but her expression of amusement was quickly followed by a grimace, holding back an orgasm that was about to erupt any second. She sighed, barely able to abide by Melody's new rules. 

Melody continued, "Good job Christine, you're learning... Now then, to keep yourself on that edge, be creative. You'll soon be surprised at how many different ways, or with what different objects, you can stimulate that clit. But, if you're just around us, there's no need to be discrete. Just dive in... we all appreciate it, and we'll probably join you."

Megan gazed down at her little forest, sighed, and said, "Well, it looks like I'll need to try extra hard with those 'objects' you speak of." 

Melody piped in and said to Megan, "No prob girl... we can take care of that forest... hey, you're already on show to the world, you might as well get smooth like Mom and me. Once you get the feel of that breeze on your bare pussy, you'll be hittin yourself that you didn't try it sooner.... It also helps a skilled tongue do its magic... Mom's a wiz with a razor. I'm sure she'd happily volunteer." Megan reluctantly conceded.

With that, the girls were off, but not before they each took a quick grope of my soggy, yet still erect, dick on their way downstairs.

We soon saw three naked chicks speed away in the skiff, toting buckets and small shovels.

So, imagine the sight. Three 20-something chicks, fully nude, speeding along the waves in a small skiff, boobs bouncing along unfettered, each with at least two fingers up their pussies, on their way to a supposedly empty beach. No man could keep an erection down after seeing that spectacle.

Approaching the beach, the girls notice another small boat beached on the shore, but without any people nearby. They find a spot with soft looking sand and beach the boat.

It only took a few minutes for the three naked girls to fill all seven buckets, while the entire time they didn't see any other people. They began loading the boat, when all of a sudden, Christine shrieked. She had been so engrossed in her bucket duty, she didn't notice the two people approach from down the beach until they were within a dozen or so yards. She instinctively tried in vain to cover her nude body with her arms. The other two girls didn't though, and just stood nude and proud, eager to greet the people who obviously belonged with the other beached boat.

The approaching man and woman looked to be in their fifties and had kept themselves in pretty good shape. He was wearing board shorts and she sported a one-piece bathing suit. They continued approaching after seeing Melody and Megan unashamed of their nudity, but they also had the opportunity to walk well clear if the girls had felt awkward. Christine was still hunched down behind a bucket, trying to keep at least a shred of modesty.

The ever-so comfortable nude Melody chatted for a bit with the couple, explaining about the buckets of sand and relaxed dress code of the Florida Keys. The couple obviously felt sympathy towards the incredibly embarrassed Christine. The older lady empathetically said to the cowering Christine, "It's ok dear, we don't bite... you ain't got nuthin we haven't seen on all those other nude beaches."

Christine lifted her head and really noticed the couple for the first time. The lady continued, "If it'll make you feel more comfortable, dear, we'll take off our clothes too. We've been wanting to anyways, and there's nobody else around."

Christine nodded timidly, when Melody interrupted, "Wait a sec... You two should keep your clothes on, for Christine's sake. Let me explain.... This is her first time being nude in a relatively public place. Just this morning, she got nude with the rest of us on our boat, and we're doing our best to help her conquer her fears so she can become comfortable with her own body... This is her first fully-nude outing away from our boat. It's also Megan's here, but as you can see, she's cool with it already. But Christine needs to get through the fear of being nude around total strangers."

The couple fully understood and encouraged Christine to stand up from behind her bucket. With additional support from the other nude girls, Christine slowly stood up and dropped her hands. She was scared, but pushed herself through the fear, and for the first time in her life, was naked as she was born in front of perfect strangers. She even joked a little about not having any pockets for her fidgety hands.

Christine got congratulatory high-fives from everybody and slowly began to relax a little. They chatted for a little while more, before saying good-bye to the nice couple. Christine seemed to have an air of accomplishment about her on the skiff ride back to the boat.

The family from the other small boat were due to arrive shortly thereafter, so Melody, Megan and Christine volunteered to help prepare the meal while I created a beach on the rear deck.

Christine was still very nervous about our guests, and even though we initially said she could be dressed when they arrived, Melody's new rules now required Christine to be nude. Megan was becoming bolder with every passing hour, and teasingly suggested Christine start "relaxing" herself before the guests arrive. Realizing it's probably the only way she'll survive the evening, Christine agreed and excused herself to her cabin.

Keiko stopped her and said, "Hey girl, don't go running off so fast... Remember Melody told you it's ok to do it in front of us?" Christine sheepishly said she remembered.

Keiko pressed, "Well, there's no better place than with us girls around. It'll expand your nudist envelope a little and we can give you some pointers too." 




Christine and Megan in Florida Keys Ch. 02



Christine became extremely flushed and a little annoyed at Keiko's last comment. She quipped, "Hey, I don't need any 'pointers' thank you very much.... I've been masturbating since I was ten, so I think I got it down by now."

Keiko returned, "Sorry, sorry... I didn't mean you don't know how. Just that every girl has her own techniques and discoveries.... Tell me this Christine, have you ever had an actual lesson from an expert, or read a book on various techniques, huh?" She shook her head, no.

Keiko then explained, "Well then, wouldn't you like to experiment a little and explore something new? What could it hurt?" Christine hesitated before nodding, but soon became awash with expectant elation at the erotic possibilities. Megan was starting to bounce with excitement also, asking if she could join Christine's masturbation class.

Megan said, "Hey, I want some of those pointers too. Can I join Christine?.... but oh, I guess I really need to get this muff of mine cleaned up a little first, don't you think?"

Not even waiting a second for Megan to have second thoughts, Keiko whisked Megan off to the master stateroom to perform one of her favorite things, exposing a new pussy to the world. Keiko was beside herself with excitement. She had previous told me about how Megan's exceptionally full bush offered plenty to work with for a cool design. Keiko loves getting artistic with women's pubic hair, much to the delight of both sexes. 

The artist and canvas returned to the main cabin in short order. Megan promising to keep her hands over her freshly sculpted crotch, unveiling only when all were present. I had joined Melody in the galley, while Christine joined us shortly from the rear deck.

Megan announced, "I really didn't want everything shaved off, just a little shorter is all. But your persuasive wife there wouldn't even let me have a say. So I look like a little girl now. She promised though that I'd eventually like it and the guys would especially like the design.... So, here goes.... ta-da!!!" As she whisked her hands away from her crotch.

I just stared in admiration, for she had a pencil-thin line of pubic hair snaking vertically above the crease of her lips. From the top, it began from a point and widened as it turned and descended. It finished with an arrowhead, the tip just kissing her clit. Keiko said it was supposed to be a snake that pointed the way to the fun stuff. Christine chuckled for reasons unknown, as she covered her own crotch in defense that Keiko wouldn't do that to her.

Megan's crotch was fascinating, and started my dick a twitching, but of course I also wanted a view of the good stuff, which I couldn't see while she kept her legs closed. Happily accommodating my request, she hopped up on the counter and spread wide. Her outer lips were very thin and held everything else within very snugly, but her now-swollen clit prominently poked its head out into the open, as if to say, "Here I am boys, have fun."

I teasingly stepped closer to the spread-eagle Megan sitting on the edge of the counter. I grabbed my nearly erect dick and threw it down on the counter as if it was a cut of prime beef. I thrust my hips forward slightly, the head of my swelling dick lightly contacting her vaginal lips. I then coyed, "I really like your new look... It'll need a test drive though... and I'm ready for the race track, chicky!!" Her face was practically crimson, complementing her mischievous smile nicely.

We broke off our encounter. Megan then said, "Whew... I don't think I'll be needing that masturbation class anytime soon... You're goin solo this time Christine... I'm set for the next few hours now."

Christine then replaced Megan on the counter, spread her legs wide enough for me to get a brief peak at what she's been hiding and then proceeded to shoe me away. It was her time with the girls now, which I found out later became a very intimate discussion about masturbation techniques. Our guests arrived about a half-hour later, to be greeted by a fully-nude and surprisingly confident Christine.

Our guests arrived in various states of undress. The parents boarded first. Bill was wearing just loose shorts, while his wife, Amber, arrived wearing just a Brazilian-cut bikini bottom. She revealed that she had remained topless since Melody swam by earlier in the day. She also reveled at how much freedom she felt. The couple stayed in excellent shape, and both sporting athletic bodies.

Melody's friend, Wendy, was definitely in her rebellious phase and wore a Goth bikini very well. She was very cute, with a medium build and curvy features. She was white as a ghost, the only thing I don't like with the Goth movement. Her adornments though, begged further investigation. She had a few colorful tattoos etched in various places, with no doubt more hidden under her black bikini. She sported medium-sized boobs kept in check with a skimpy triangle bikini top. Clearly evident through the silk-like material, a ring dangled from each nipple. Her bikini bottoms consisted of a single triangle patch on the front, held in place by just strings around the back. The thin material in front also did well to advertise her style, with a clearly defined camel toe and clit piercing. 

Wendy's nervous little brother, Keith, arrived clothed in board shorts and a baggy t-shirt. The kid looked so uncomfortable, in what appeared to be multiple pairs of underwear under his board shorts. I suspected he was attempting to keep an uncontrollable hard-on at bay.

Dinner proceeded smoothly. The parents were self-admitted hippies, and revealed their household was always clothing-optional, but only they partaked in roaming nude once in awhile. Neither kid had roamed nude since they were five, even with encouragement from the liberal parents. Bill and Amber never could understand why, so didn't push the issue. 

Us nudists were thinking alike and saw this as a challenge. About half way through dinner, I admitted that as nudists, we like to dress up a little and accessorize our nudity in a playful way. Our guests were intrigued, so as dessert was winding down, I sent Melody down to fetch our special jewelry box.

Christine and Megan were also intrigued, but not surprised with anything anymore. Melody excitedly handed out all kinds of rings, clips, chains, stickers and other various adornments we'd collected over the years. Nothing approached the S&M realm though, just fun little body jewelry to adorn a nude body. Those of us who could, including the now nude Bill and Amber, soon had things hanging from our dicks and nipples. The shy Wendy and Keith didn't have any parts exposed to hang jewelry from, so just got a sticker or two.

All of us nudies were having fun joking around with our bodies and modeling our jewelry. As I had hoped, Wendy and Keith felt left out, but still held fast about keeping their clothes on. Each soon admitted they'd like to join the fun, but were scared of being embarrassed. 

I cornered Wendy, because she no doubt had previously exposed all for those piercings, and tonight wasn't much different. She admitted that it all just seemed too creepy to get nude with her family.

Keith's problem was a little different. Flush with embarrassment, he finally admitted to his total lack of control over an erection. It was really frustrating, especially when he sees a cute girl in class. But worse was his constant erection at home whenever his sister wore anything even slightly sexy or revealing. He imagined that if she ever found out, she'd kick him in the nuts, or worse.

The situation at hand provided the perfect opportunity to solve the sibling's problems, and their parents seemed game too.

I was currently holding back an erection, doing my best to keep our nudity non-sexual for our guests. I really didn't want them to think us weird or something. But the situation now required a hard dick for demonstration purposes. I excused myself from the group and asked Christine to help me in the galley, but not before ensuring the conversation continued about nudism.

I told Christine of my plan, "I want to casually go back out there with a full erection and explain how it's natural and plenty alright for Keith to have one. I'll also make sure Wendy's all right with her brother's erection and to not criticize him. I also want you and the girls to lay it on pretty thick about how you prefer seeing a guy's dick fully erect and wish guys would walk around that way all the time.... Can you do it, and do you think it's a good plan?" Christine followed my logic and agreed to help out.

We busied ourselves with the dishes, as I waited for Christine to realize the current snag in the plan. I caught her sneaking glances towards my crotch, no doubt waiting for an erection so we could start phase one. She finally said, "Hey, it looks like we're still waiting for step one there. Any progress?"

I said, "Nope, not yet I guess. Even though just thinking of you naked, over the past few years, had always gotten me hard.... I don't know what's wrong this time.... Maybe Keiko wore me out this afternoon.... Although, I suppose, you could help it along a little.... Wadda ya think there, cutie?"

Surprisingly, Christine didn't hesitate, and hopped right up on the edge of the counter, facing me as I stood. She spread her legs just enough to straddle my waist as she pulled me closer. I still hadn't been privy yet to a view of her pussy, but I was excited that I might finally get my chance. I slowly lowered my gaze from those almond-shaped Asian eyes, only to be thwarted again when she covered her crotch with a hand. I looked back up to a scolding smile and tisk-tisk of a waving finger. 

I was still in bliss nevertheless. I was rubbing up against the object of my lustful dreams. The delectable Christine was naked with me and about to fondle my awaiting dick to full erection. I had her full erotic attention and I was mere seconds from caressing those beautifully sculptured breasts. It took every ounce of control I could muster to keep my dick from rising before she even started. 

She seemed to be taking forever before reaching down to my awaiting dick. Maybe that was her intent all along, visually teasing me to erection so she could avoid actually touching me. I didn't mind too much though. I loved the long tease even more than the actual act of sex. Why do you think I became a nudist and exhibitionist anyways... for the long tease of course?

Then while still gazing lustfully into her eyes, oblivious to where her hands were, I felt her hand softly envelop my dick. A bolt of lightning shot through my entire being, as the compassionate hand of an angel touched me. I was instantly whisked into another world.

Her gentle caresses found my dick almost fully erect in no time. I had to consciously pull out of my pleasure trance, for she would stop once I was fully hard, and I still had to cop a feel of those vivacious breasts. She had left her boobs unguarded, for one hand was still covering her crotch and the other was busy on my dick. Those babies were mere inches from me now, but I still hadn't concentrated my stare on them since she climbed up on the counter. 

I hadn't looked, because I knew the visual stimulation would give me an instant erection, thus ending her groping. But the time was right. My dick was almost fully erect anyways, so I allowed myself the guilty pleasure. I really didn't know how Christine would react, nor if she had decided beforehand to allow me access to her breasts. But I certainly wouldn't ask for permission, and give her an opportunity to say no. But I feel at this point, I should be allowed anyways, for I had let her openly fondle my intimate organs. And if you're talking a fair trade, then I should really have access to her crotch. 

In a guy's mind, the dick is equal to the pussy, and therefore, if I let a woman touch my dick, well then I should be allowed pussy access. But of course a woman has a different set of rules altogether, which they never explain to us.

My head is racing with random thoughts about the issues, yet those delectable breasts are still taunting me, waiting for my loving touch. I wait no longer. I reach out with widespread hands, and before the realization hits me of what's awaiting, my hands become full with the softest, smoothest flesh ever created by God. They feel as delicate as a spring flower, yet respond firmly to my wanton touch. 

My fingers sink gently into her flesh, unable to completely encircle an entire breast. I squeeze ever so slightly more, causing each of my fingers to be enveloped by her baby-soft flesh. Her erect nipples tickle my palms, as if to announce their dominance of my spirit. She struggled, but couldn't contain herself and conceded to the erotic pleasure. Soft moans escaped from her pouty lips in surrender to my caresses. 

Christine enjoyed watching my blissful trip into the land of ecstasy, proud of her ability to get me aroused. But what she enjoyed the most, was fondling my dick. Throughout the day, she'd been admiring its flawless shape and large size, hoping she'd have a chance to maybe touch it. Her wanton desires had now been fulfilled, and then some. 

Initially, she only wanted to touch my dick. But being allowed to grope it to full erection far exceeded her earlier desires. My plans though went far beyond her desire of only a touch. I wanted it all. Her total surrender, any time and any place.

My dick had been fully-erect for some time now, but she didn't stop. Obviously enjoying the ride, as was I. And just then, while I was still locked in a blissful trance, it all stopped. Enjoyable as it was, her task was now complete. Christine pushed me away, and sighed with emotion, not really wanting to stop, but knowing she must before I soon showered her with pearls.

I reluctantly, and slowly released my grasp with a parting caress, neither of us wanting, but conceding to the inevitable. We stood, eyes locked, pondering our shared desires. Mixed emotions swirled through our heads; mine with the exhilaration of a soon-to-be-fulfilled fantasy, and her's with the surprising realization that she really desired me sexually. 

She smiled at me with affection, from her perch atop the counter. Christine then slowly removed her hand covering her crotch and spread her legs as wide as she could. It was her declaration of surrender. I accepted with a gentle kiss upon her pouting lips and a loving caress across her belly. I departed silently, not once glancing away from those beautiful almond eyes. She silently admired my reverence of her femininity, by not sneaking even the quickest peek of her wide-open pussy on display.

My mission to get Wendy and Keith nude went as planned, forever changing their household's dress code. The family left soon after their kid's unveiling.

After cleaning up a little, Keiko, Melody, Christine, Megan and myself relaxed on the aft deck, still wearing some of the body jewelry. We reflected on the day's events, and raised our wine glasses in triumph of Megan and Christine's entrance into nudism. Why just this morning, they were both wrought with shame at even the thought of being nude in front of strangers. But look at them now. They're both totally comfortable with their nudity... well done girls.

We all sat silently for a long time, reveling in the day's accomplishments. The night was still young, but we all needed a well-deserved recharge. It was a beautiful night in the Florida Keys. The warm, humid air swathed our nude bodies in loving embrace, while the frogs on the near-by shore bellowed their magical song. The water's ripples gently lapped against the hull, providing harmony to the sounds of nature. We were all in exquisite bliss on the S.S. Happy Place.

But I soon sensed a change in mood, as the air was becoming thick with passion. I casually looked each in the eye, detecting the beginnings of mischief about. It was obvious what thoughts were being circulated. I could actually smell the building passion in the air. 

Since I was the only guy, I knew I would soon become very busy servicing the three ladies. Melody was out of luck and would need to fend for herself this time. Although I'm sure Christine or Megan would lend a hand... or tongue.

I just sat back on the padded bench, affectionately nicknamed the fuck bench for obvious reasons. I arched my hands over my head and stretched my legs out straight. This practiced pose displayed my package proudly for all to worship and watch inflate. I was the bull, in total control over my herd of prize-winning lasses, and their dripping pussies.

All eyes were on my inflating dick, coaxing its progress and anticipating its completion to full-erection. I just let my dick take its time all the way to a super-erection. I was totally enjoying the center of attention and the admiring looks from four knockout gorgeous naked chicks. And by this time, they all had legs spread wide, actively working their pussies in anticipation. I was truly on the S.S. Happy Place.

My dick was just about to its supper-erect state, with the head starting to swell and become purple, when Christine was the first lass to speak. She purred, "Fuck me.... Fuck me hard... and don't stop until I wake the entire island.... I want you so bad now... I wanna be the first tonight."

My lustfully mischievous look gave Christine all the answer she needed. She practically leaped across the deck to my awaiting body. I actually shuddered with excitement watching Christine's supple body bound towards me, her boobs leading the way, gyrating in seductive abandon.

Our audience watched intently, as Christine perched herself above me, a foot placed either side of me on the fuck bench. She faced me, with pussy displayed wide and dripping on my belly. She was just about to drop down onto my anxious purple-headed monster, when she remembered how I really liked the long tease. Even though every part of her being desperately wanted my big dick inside her, Christine fought back the urges and stopped her descending pussy a mere inch above my awaiting flagpole.

I squawked in protest, but her teasing smile clued me into her game. Megan then piped in, "Hey, you're mean.... If you don't want him, then let me in there." Christine waved her off, but Megan was soon busy enough, joining Melody in a little 69 action of their own.

Still straddling me from above, Christine called out for some dancing music. Keiko soon had the music going, as Christine started some belly-dance action, gyrating her hips in rhythm with her equally gyrating boobs. I was in delightful awe of her dancing talent, and also with her talented pussy that occasionally dripped. I had a stunning view right up into that gyrating pussy, clearly discovering that her vaginal lips part her pubic hair when engorged a pleasant shade of pink. I was already in danger of erupting my load watching her dance... baseball, baseball... gotta think baseball.

Christine continued undulating those curvy hips, often dipping down and brushing her pubic hair against my leg or belly. It made me think about those Asian massage parlors where the nude masseuse uses her pubic hair as a scrub brush. I vowed to convince Christine to do the same sometime during this vacation.

Christine also encouraged my hands to do some exploring on their own. I happily obliged as she gyrated within my caressing grasp. Her boobs were constantly receiving attention, for they were either being kneaded by her own hands or mine. Only swinging free when they were featured props in the choreographed dance. She must've practiced this sexy dance before.

I begged, no, actually pleaded for her to get on with it already, but she was obviously enjoying the tease. The hoots and hollers from the other cheering women encouraged her even more. But finally, Christine sympathetically yielded to my contortions and writhing expressions of agony.




Christine and Megan in Florida Keys Ch. 02



She slowly and purposefully ended her hip gyrations, standing fully upright. Then with focused concentration, Christine stood above me, stared down at my awaiting dick, and slowly began maneuvering her hips ever so slightly.

The cheering section was silent with anticipation, while I was becoming a tad nervous from a never-before-seen expression on Christine. What was she planning from way up there? 

Christine then seductively, and with a hoarse voice, breathed to me, "Don't.... move..."

I was frozen in both anticipation and fright. She was still standing fully upright above me, her feet straddling my hips. And her little hip posturing looked much like a deliberate attempt at sighting her target. Realizing her apparent plan, I mentally shuddered at what she may be about to do, hoping to God she didn't miss and possibly break my dick. I didn't dare move after she was all sighted in.

Then in a torrent of both pain and pleasure, Christine did it.

I watched, as she ordered her leg muscles to go completely limp, the weight of her entire body letting gravity propel her towards me. And within a fraction of a second, our hips collided, and hard. But her aim was better than any sharpshooter, for my dick slid right up the center of her pussy. Applause erupted from the cheerleaders, as a triumphant relief washed over Christine and me, satisfied that her aim was right on the mark.

She collapsed into my awaiting arms, our sweat-soaked bodies melting into each other. Our bodies remained motionless while we smothered each other in passionate, animalistic kisses. She soon though pulled back, unlocking our kiss, and stared ever so passionately into my eyes. She then smiled, as I felt my dick being massaged by her love muscles. I was in blissful, erotic heaven. 

This was enormously better than I had ever imagined sex with Christine could ever be... and we weren't even moving yet!

Soon though, Christine began rocking those hips forward and back. Slowly at first, then gradually gaining speed until a torrent overcame all reasonable control. 

She climaxed first. And in a shocking, yet pleasant horror, she erupted with an animalistic howl from deep within. It echoed throughout the lagoon.

During this explosive orgasm, of which I've never before seen so powerful, her love-muscles clenched my dick so hard, that her pussy effectively pulled my love juice right from deep inside me. Causing me of course to answer her howl with a louder one of my own. I didn't think that was even in me. 

I sensed right then and there I had the best orgasm of my life. I sure hadn't ever had one that awesome before, and I couldn't imagine I'd ever have one any better. Christine just collapsed in my arms, every muscle having gone limp.

Holding Christine tightly, I finally had a chance to look around. I spied the other three women entwined in their own erotic feast.

All was well and good at the end of that first day at sea.

For the remainder of the week, I had sex with Christine at least twice daily and in every situation I dared. We had been watched having sex in the woods, behind a building at the marina, on a raft and even once while holding our breath 20 feet underwater. Christine had me so sexually charged during the week that I even had plenty mojo left to fully satisfy Keiko, Megan and four other women guests.

Christine and Megan's exhibitionist training proceeded very smoothly throughout the week. Every task Melody created was easily completed, building the girls' confidence a little more each time. Christine and Megan would have been seen; walking nude through a campground, shopping nude at the marina store, walking a heavily-populated beach wearing just hats, individually visiting near-by boats just to chat in the nude, spearfishing nude and many other nudist adventures. The girls were seen in their birthday suits by at least a hundred unsuspecting people.

We entertained at least a dozen more guests during the week, and our practiced technique had them all experiencing nudism for the first time. I'm sure Christine's tantalizing body helped also. Two guys and a girl we had met on the beach, even stayed a few days, eagerly joining our nightly orgies, much to the satisfaction of Melody. And it took a few nights, but I can now finally accept the sight of my daughter having sex. 

So, over the duration of that incredible week, the body count is as follows. I had sex with seven different women, Keiko had five men and two women, Megan had four men and two women, Christine had five different men and of course at least 20 sessions with me, and Melody had two men and four women. Quite the accomplishment for us all. 

I'm really glad I bought that boat. 

Upon our return to Miami, we practically had to force clothes back on Christine and Megan. We no doubt created a couple of nudist monsters, and released them into an unsuspecting world. 

The experience changed Christine forever, as she gained a great deal of confidence with herself and took every opportunity to get nude. When she came over to my house for a meeting or working session, she usually stripped nude within seconds of arriving, even when the rest of my family stayed clothed. We also heard of her many naked dares around town.

Even though Christine grants my every sexual request, and I've seen her bare hundreds of times, I still go weak in the knees every time I watch her remove her clothes. Those boobs are just so distracting. If I know she's coming over to work, I always expect she'll have everybody nude with her in short order, including the team of three maids who work one morning each week.

Christine usually convinces me to join her nude during our working sessions, and as frequently happens, those pendulous D-cups dangling over the table distract all my remaining attention, in addition to giving me a hard-on. She delights in her power over me, but always accommodates my desire to fuck her, often right on the work table in front of an audience.

I tricked her once though, just for fun. I usually held meetings in my downtown office, but this one evening I scheduled a meeting for prospective clients at my house. I invited Christine in case the clients asked about our website coding. She didn't need to prepare for the meeting, so I just told her the evening would be a working session amongst us.

Upon her arrival, I told her we were down the hall in our usual meeting room. She always gets a Coke before starting any work, and usually leaves her clothes in the kitchen as well. So I knew she'd be joining us after a few minutes. 

I also knew she wouldn't suspect anything amiss when I said "we" were down the hall, because a select few of my office staff sometimes work with me at home. And the seductively-persuasive Christine had convinced all of them to join her, and work at my house in the nude. All but one woman though. It was just as well though, that lone holdout weighs close to 300 pounds, ugh!

I applauded Christine on her success with my people, for I would've no doubt been sued if I actually acted on my secret desires and asked any of my workers to remove their clothes. Only a beautiful, flirtatious and bold person could convince a relative stranger to get naked with their co-workers. We're all the victors though, afforded a privileged view of the beautiful people in their altogether. 

The situation also drastically changed my company's dynamic, for much of the buzz now centers around who got asked to work with the boss at home, knowing they'd return with an entirely different view of their co-workers. 

The accusations of favoritism also circulated, sighting I only picked the younger, better-looking people to work with me at home. All right, that one contained a bit of truth. I just couldn't help myself, yielding slightly to my lustful desires when deciding whom to pick. Although I did satisfy a long-running fantasy, staring that petite blond from accounting. 

I gave her a good sexing, as she was bent over my backyard table, while I waved to the boats passing in the channel. It was hot, and she now joins Keiko and me sometimes for late-night sleepovers.

So the scene was now set for Christine to barge fully-nude into a sales presentation being given to seven men visiting from Australia. I wasn't too worried though about loosing the deal. These guys were from Australia of all places, a society created from outcasts and home of the naked surfing circuit. And who knows, Christine's voluptuous body and soothing charm might even help clinch the deal. With any eventuality, the entire room will get a twitch in their dick and a good story to take home.

Sensing the time was near for Christine's entrance, I toned-down the murmur so as to not alert an approaching Christine of anyone else in the room besides me. She was taking her sweet time about it, but she finally turned the corner. As that eyes-caught-in-the-headlights look enveloped her face, she stopped dead in her tracks, resulting in that boob wobble I enjoy so much. She was fully nude of course, one hand carrying a notebook, while the other held a cell phone to her ear, obviously in mid-conversation.

The silence in the room was broken only when Christine stammered into her phone, "Um... I gotta go Nancy... I'm naked and just walked into a room full of very-surprised men... bye!"

Christine then summoned her well-earned courage, stood up straighter, leaned casually against the door sill, and ever so wittingly said, "Well, hello fellas... anybody got a trench coat? I can't very well flash the neighborhood dressed like this now, can I."

The Aussie's apprehensively laughed at her joke, somewhat breaking the tension, but wide eyes were still transfixed on Christine's curvy body and unashamed stance. She then sternly marched right towards me and my wicked grin. 

With hands squarely on hips, indicating her desire to rip my head off, she slowly leaned in close, and whispered into my ear, "Ha, ha... good one there slick.... You win this time, but your time will come soon enough... I promise.... Now, who are these guys?"

I whispered back in a subdued chuckle, "They're the guys from that Australian bid I told you about, and I'm right in the middle of presenting our proposal. You remember that one, don't ya?... You're the sub for the website."

A very annoyed Christine whispered back, "Ya, I remember... but you really should've told me the presentation was here, instead of downtown... thanks a lot... idiot." 

She punched me in the arm, resulting in a few laughs from the guys, then confidently spun toward her audience. She struck a pose for her drooling admirers, and for effect, waited a long time before speaking. 

Since fully embracing her nudist lifestyle, Christine now took great pleasure feeling the lustful stares upon her nude body. She often just stood silently for her admirers, shifting poses to ensure all had a good long look. She admitted to often walking away from a scene like that needing a towel to wipe down her inner thighs.

Satisfied the Aussies had a sufficient look at her nude body, she cheerily announced, "I'm Christine, and it looks like I'll be your web developer on this project. But I gotta warn ya though, I sometimes actually wear clothes.... Now, don't let me distract you guys any more... please continue."

Christine then took a bow, pausing for pendulous boob effect, then quickly rose back up, resulting in another mesmerizing boob wobble. She turned on a pirouette and nimbly made her exit. It took the better part of ten minutes to gain the attention of the group again, but I smiled the entire time, knowing we now had this job all but locked up.

Christine and I had a good laugh out of it, but her revenge got me back in spades. That's a tale for another time though.

As for Megan's life change, she also became a card-carrying nudist. Declaring that forever more, Melody's piano lessons would only be held if both teacher and student were nude. That was fine with me of course, not having to waste time ripping Megan's clothes off for a quick bonk.

Megan also formed a small group of friends who enjoyed their yoga in the nude. So every Saturday morning I awake to a dozen or so naked people contorting themselves on my back porch. It's a good show from the kitchen window, but you know about those earthy people and their aversion to vanity. Hairy armpits on women just turn me so very off.

Megan had become such a changed woman after playing piano nude with Melody that she was on a crusade now to extol the virtues of her newfound revelation. She wanted to tell the world how being nude opens a whole new set of experiences. She even once gave a fully-nude concert to a packed college auditorium.

We obviously supported her cause and agreed to let her bring some of her other students, male and female, into our home so they could experience playing in the nude. I'm sure the piano students just expected to be nude with Megan. Boy, were they surprised, and very embarrassed, while during their lesson, seeing an almost parade of naked people walking by.

My life is good, no, actually great. It's always a pleasure when naked hot chicks are constantly wandering through my home.



Christine and Megan in Florida Keys



Megan replied in a serious, yet confident tone, "Yup, I am. I was already topless most of yesterday already. So everybody's seen these puppies.... ha, and you should've seen what I shook for those fishermen yesterday...you should've been up on the bridge with us, it was wickedly awesome. I had no problem going topless. I mean, the whole family's seen me sunning topless with Melody a few times on her backyard deck. I even stayed topless once for movie night, as everybody else was, to keep in theme for the movie.... ha, I even answered the door topless that night and gave the pizza guy a thrill."

Christine listened intently as Megan continued, "Hmmm...Although I only went all nude once at their place. Melody's parents were out of town, and she wanted her piano lesson in the nude. I first assumed she just wanted to be nude herself, but when she asked me to take off my clothes too, I thought there was something kinky going on or a hidden camera or something. But she eventually convinced me and we had a blast. It was just scary enough to be totally exciting, for anybody walking past the front of the house could've seen us in the window. I'd been playing piano since I was real little, but playing nude for the first time opened up a new world. I was so hot when I got home, I had to make a booty call. I just about broke that poor guy."

Christine was long done with her pee by this time, but stayed put for Megan's story, and even started squirming unconsciously at hearing Megan's nude piano revelation. Christine squeaked, "Wow, you seem so confident and sexually sure of yourself. I don't ever take a risk with sex or do anything even remotely like that. I guess I'm always afraid I'll get caught or my boyfriend would think me weird." 

Megan replied, "Well, I'm sure these folks wouldn't think you weird at all. I mean look at them. They're all totally comfortable with their bodies and seem to enjoy shocking people." Both girls laughed.

Christine asked Megan, "But why are you taking everything off now? They said we wouldn't be under any pressure to get naked and would respect our decision. Aren't you ashamed at all?"

Megan continued her revelation, "Well, yesterday afternoon I promised myself I would keep my bottoms on for the entire trip. But now, I feel much more comfortable after we all talked last night. For one thing, I grew up with three brothers, which makes it real difficult to be a girl with any modesty. And we also constantly played sports, which made me appreciate my body more as a tool than an object of beauty. So I'm not really concerned with the beauty stigma society places on women... I am what I am, and if you don't like it, bite me."

Christine chuckled as she began to understand Megan's logic and yearned for that same body acceptance herself. Christine then asked, "So, let me get this straight. Since you totally accept your body, and don't care what other people think, it leads you to strip naked for strangers and let them see right up your crotch. That's just too far a leap for me... I dunno."

Megan quickly added, "Oh, but there's more...pretty lady. Now, haven't you got a thrill at that first time you let a new boyfriend see you without clothes or hop naked under the covers with him, huh?"

Christine embarrassingly admits, "Well, I suppose I have... gotten a little thrill out of it. But only a little... I'm usually scared he won't like something about me."

A victorious Megan continues, "Great, so you do know the thrill and excitement a first time exposure creates. Now from what I've been hearing about this exhibitionism thing, multiply that excitement tenfold. That's what they say it feels like. Just like what Keiko was telling us last night about being an exhibitionist. I've tasted a little bit of the thrill from my brief experiences, but hearing them talk last night, I'm excited to try the major league now."

Christine shakes her head in disbelief and quietly admits, "Well, I see your point....and it sounds fun... but I dunno. I'm still petrified to take my clothes off in front of anybody except a boyfriend or doctor. You're really going to do it, huh?"

Megan was facing away from Christine this entire time, primping in the mirror. But in response to her direct question, Megan turned around quickly to face Christine with an answer. Christine straightened up and reeled back at the sudden, and very close sight of Megan's naked body. Megan proudly answered, "Yup, I am. I'm going right up there and have some breakfast. And if it's entirely possible, I'm even vowing to stay naked like this for the entire week. No clothes for me buddy."

Megan then turned, waved Christine good luck and bounded off; delighted at her newfound freedom. Christine just bowed her head while still seated on the toilet, and slowly reached out to close the door.

From my vantage point at the galley counter, I had a clear view across the main cabin down into the stairwell leading from the lower deck and hall of staterooms. Something caught my eye, and the first thing I noticed was Megan's blond mane in the stairwell. She stopped at the bottom and announced she was sorry to be late and ready for some breakfast. My vantage point allowed a clear view of her from the waist up. She appeared as she had the previous night, topless, to which I assumed all that she dared to expose today also.

I refocused my attention back to my plate, but I looked up briefly just as Megan was sitting down at her stool. The counter now obscured any view below her belly button, but I thought I caught a brief glimpse of what I thought to be a black g-string bikini. I wasn't sure though and replayed the image in my head several times. It could've been a black g-string, but it could also be a really thick black bush, meaning she was fully nude for breakfast.

None of the girls were saying anything about it. No doubt avoiding Megan any embarrassment, but I just had to know. This is the fun part of introducing our guests to nudism. The initial exposure is so exciting, both when I expose myself to them the first time and of course when they take the leap and expose themselves to us the first time. In both instances, the look on their face is priceless.

Since Megan was almost like family already, she could take a direct question from me and not think of me too weird, so I asked, "Hey Megan, did I catch that you're going commando today?"

She answered with slightly subdued pride, "Yup, I really am. I decided to start the day nude and stay that way now for the rest of the trip. You guys convinced me, and I'm ready. But I think I may need your encouragement this week if we ever get into situations where I want to hide." She then stood up on the lower rung of her stool, which raised her crotch a good foot above the top of the counter.

She patted her thick bush a couple times and excitedly declared, "Well, here I am, hairy bush and all.... You're right, this is way exciting, exposing to you all for the first time... well except for Melody that is."

Curious, I asked what she meant about Melody. Megan sat back down and replied she would tell us of the naked piano incident later, but that it was really hot and she wouldn't want to get anybody overly excited this early in the morning, as she grins my way.

I admit, "No need to worry about that. I'm still half-fluffed from my wake-up woody, and I've been growing steadily since you joined us." Melody looked down as she leaned my direction and confirmed my situation to the girls. We all chuckled, until Megan asked to see.

I replied, "All in good time Megan. You'll get plenty of chances to see me, both hard and soft. In the mean time, how is it your curtains don't come anywhere close to matching your carpet?"

A little taken aback at the directness of such an intimate question, Megan quickly realized she just might as well answer, considering she had nothing on her being left to hide anymore. She stood up on her stool again, excited at all the attention now focused on her crotch, and explained, "Well, that's just the color it came out. The dark roots on my head don't even come out anywhere near that dark. I also hate my pube forest down there. If I would've known before we left that I'd be spending the week nude, I would've trimmed a little."

Then with both hands, she reached down and parted her pube forest, offering us all a clear view of her pink lips. She pulled even wider while saying, "It's in there somewhere, and I really need to cut this back. Although I don't think I could shave it all off like Keiko and Melody here... Wow, I can't believe I'm even doing this for you right now. I feel so wicked though, it's fun."

Megan announced the show was over and sat back down once again. She quickly though realized the effect her show may have just had on my dick, and asked me pointedly, "Well, did my little show work? Can I see if you're hard now, please, please?"

She seemed so intent on seeing how hard I could get, so who am I to deny a naked woman's request. I immensely enjoy this situation myself anyway, so I stand up and proudly wave my fully-erect dick for all the ladies to enjoy. Megan admits her awe at how big I can get and says she's never even touched one that big, let alone had one that big to ride. I sit back down, beaming that I'll have her full attention for the rest of the week.

Christine in the mean time did actually build all the courage she could muster and walked across the cabin hall to her bedroom, holding her t-shirt and panties in her hand.

She sat naked on the edge of her bed for what seemed like to her an eternity, but was in actuality only a few minutes. She finally resigned herself to try and enjoy this trip, but how could she. Everybody else was naked, which would constantly be a reminder of her deep-rooted fear. She knew her anxiety would envelope her and very quickly lead to an emotional breakdown, it had before.

She only had one option, to bite the bullet and get nude herself. She couldn't think of any other options, except being a total wimp-out and ask to be taken home, which she just couldn't bring herself to do. So, the decision had been made.

No time like the present she reckoned. So she stood up, avoided looking down at her nude body, for fear of self-doubt, took a deep breath and opened the door. She stood there, transfixed at the situation she'd gotten herself into. At the last second, she reached back and released her long hair, still tied back from sleeping. She figured her long hair draped down her chest could provide a small amount of coverage, even without the length needed to cover her nipples.

She gingerly stepped into the hall, and slammed her cabin door closed in a deliberate attempt to signify she couldn't turn back.

At hearing a cabin door loudly thump closed, Melody said to the breakfast gang, "Well, it's about time that lazy girl got out of bed, there's so much fun awaiting."

Megan came to Christine's defense, and said, "Christine and I had a long talk this morning, as I stood nude in front of her, so we just may see a changed woman. But you all gotta give her lots of space and encouragement, alright." We all nodded in agreement, while my dick felt like it was getting even harder still with the possibility of seeing Christine nude for the first time.

Christine slowly made her way down the hall. She fought-back the natural urge to cover her exposed boobs and crotch with her hands, and repeatedly forced herself to continue one step at a time. She reached the stairwell and peered just her head around the corner. I anticipated this, so I always kept one eye fixed on the stairwell ever since Megan arrived.

I acted like I didn't notice her peering from around the stairwell corner, but she had my full attention. It was important she not realize I was staring, for I feared she would balk if put on the spot. Satisfied that the rest of us were busy chatting around the galley counter, she slithered the rest of her body around the corner, staying tightly pressed up against the wall. 

Pausing for courage, Christine finally called out to us from the bottom of the stairwell, nervously announcing, "Hi guys... I'm coming up now... be nice to me.... you know how hard this is for me." We all offered our encouragement and told her to take as long as she wanted.

I now concentrated my attention on her nude body, pressed up tightly against the sidewall at the foot of the stairs. She already looked beautiful from the limited view. Her bare ass curved smoothly into those long legs, as her skin looked so touchably smooth. The subtitle tanline was sexy in its own way, but the pleasant surprise was a large tattoo across her lower back. I'd have to wait a little longer though before I could see the actual design.

Christine then announced loudly, "Alright, I'm ready now... but only if you guys turn away just this one time. I'll let you know when I've made it to my seat and you can turn back around. You'll have plenty chances to gawk at me later, just let me get comfortable with myself first. Ok, everybody cool?"

We all abided with her silly request and turned away from her path. Satisfied none of us, especially me, were looking, we heard clumsy stomps up the stairs. Her sprint across the cabin though ended with a crash, followed closely by a shriek that we stay turned around.

She let us finally turn back around after untangling herself from the target stool and attempting to compose herself at the counter. She sat directly across from me, the counter shielding her from the waist down. She was slightly hunched forward, each arm tightly pressed up against a boob. Humiliating fear enveloped her always-expressive face. We all identified, for each of us had been through the same at one time.

In an attempt to gently ease her fears, and bring some color back to her skin, I thought a few empathetic first-time stories may help. I addressed the table, and asked, "Ok, did anyone here go through a similar first-time experience? But first, let's see if I remember each of ours. Well, Melody doesn't have one. She popped out nude and stayed that way. My first official time was at a nude beach at Cape Canaveral... kinda boring though. Oh, now Megan was just too confident this morning for this to be her very first time. How about it Megan?"

She was hesitant, but after our prodding, she began, "Well, you're right. This wasn't my first time. But my experiences are kinda muddled. Was it sharing a bathroom around naked brothers, or naked parties with the girl's softball team or that time I streaked frat row at two in the morning."

The scholar of everything nudist, Melody piped in, "The official definition of a first-time nudist is when you are, for the first time, completely nude around multiple members of the opposite sex whom you don't know, in a relatively public setting... whew. So Megan, did you have one of those encounters?"

Megan excitedly replied, "Oh ya, I guess I did. I had just moved to Miami as a freshman at the university. A dorm buddy talked me into joining him and his roommates for a day at the beach. I was pretty naive about the local beaches and didn't know we set up camp right down from a nude beach. Everybody around us wore suits, so I didn't see what was coming."

"The guys in the dorm all banded together for this plan, and soon, almost our entire wing was hanging together. So at least I felt more comfortable with some girlfriends around, instead of just the three guys. After a couple hours, a gang walk down the beach was formed. We soon stumbled upon the nude beach at Haulover. We couldn't believe there were hundreds of people there, nearly all of them nude. Most of us, especially the girls, were really scared and freaked at the thought of exposing ourselves on a public beach. Us ten or so girls flatly refused to play into the guys."

"Well, one dare led to another and you can just imagine what eventually happened. The guys planned it all to get the hot chicks nude, reasoning nobody would refuse if everybody else was doing it. Us girls didn't complain too much though, we all got to see plenty of swinging dicks, most of them hard too. Dorm life was very interesting after that. Many of us stayed nude or showered together."

Megan concluded, "So Christine, I was terrified at first also. But I just buried my fears and pushed right through. I had it worse though, being on a public beach and all. At least you're among friends and inside this awesome boat. So, no worries, you can do it."

We all began talking about the day's events as a matter of distraction. Attempting our best to divert Christine's attention away from the fact she was totally nude around other people. It seemed to be working, right up until Keiko served her a plate of food.

With an arm still tightly clutched over each boob, a look of scared confusion washed over Christine's face. What was she to do now; we certainly weren't going to spoon feed her. 

She was breathtaking, sitting nude herself amongst the rest of us beautiful nudists. She had been hiding an awesome body under those baggy clothes all this time. I spent many hours daydreaming about what she would look like nude. It was definitely worth the wait. She attempted to shield her boobs, but they just splayed out to the sides. Even pressed tightly against her, they were perfectly round and firm. I wouldn't have long to wait though to see how big they really were, she couldn't hold her arms up forever.

Christine was still holding her chest as she stared hungrily down at the plate full of food. She really didn't want to let everybody see her topless so soon, but she was really hungry.

Melody broke the stand off, and practically yelled, "Geese Christine, just do it already! You haven't got anything the rest of us don't... well, except me. And you know you'll be getting nude with us eventually. So just stop being such a whiner. The sooner you get with the program, the sooner you can start enjoying your vacation... Now, drop those hands and stand up already."

The chastising worked, and got Christine all flustered. She threw her arms out to her side and stood up. The girls all cheered, while I had a different reaction altogether. I was frozen in lustful gaze at the specimen of beauty on display, transfixed on Christine's dancing boobs. Other parts of me were very active though.

I had been sporting a super erection under the counter for some time now, but upon seeing Christine's nude leap, exposing every womanly part, I lost it instantly. I shot ejaculate with such force under the table, each girl but Christine was sprayed in the leg or foot. I shook uncontrollably with orgasmic pleasure. Nobody had any doubts as to what had just happened.

Once I arrived back into reality, wide-eyes stared at me in disbelief and awe. I was especially surprised, since I had never previously orgasmed without being touched. I was embarrassed, but not as much as Christine. Her embarrassment was short lived though, when she realized what a powerful effect she had on me.

The ultimate complement was all Christine needed to get her over the hump. She thereafter became totally comfortable with her nudity and didn't have any more doubts or fears of being nude around others. 

*

The further adventures of Christine and Megan are always continuing.