4 comments/ 71253 views/ 14 favorites Meeting Nudist Keiko By: SoaringPaul Before I get into the current story, I need to explain a special relationship I have with a very dear friend. * I met Ginnie while we were working together at a shop in Southern Florida. We became best buds and as much as I often wish it was more, she always kept me at bay. But we highly respected each other and became close enough to tell each other all about our respective love interests. Nothing was too personal to talk about and we would frequently compare notes when talking about our sex lives. This talk would get pretty intense as I would often get a noticeable hard-on and her nipples would be straining for relief. But we greatly respected each other and would never let it get physical in any way. We joked a lot about sex and teased each other quite frequently. For instance, when I would go clothes shopping with her, she always knew what looked good on her because the bulge in my pants never lied. I noticed the same effect on her nipples that would let me know I had on a hot outfit, especially when I went suit shopping. I would tease her by saying I would turn a lot of heads if I were either wearing a suit, or nothing at all. Anything in between just didn't get the same reaction. Ginnie always pondered this observation and I could tell she wanted to see what all the fuss was about. In my travels across the world, I realized that America is a pretty prudish country, while the rest of the world, especially Europe, was a lot more carefree when it came to nudity. I quickly became comfortable with nudity at the public pools, saunas and parks. When I returned to the States, I actively sought out nude beaches or nudist resorts. I truly felt comfortable in those settings and wanted to tell everybody how enlightening it was to participate in normal group activities while nude. But, the attitudes of the general population in the States would label me a pervert or freak if I spoke out. So I usually kept it to myself. Although, I would always tell Ginnie about my adventures. She was very intrigued and wanted to know all about it, but I could never get her to go with me to either a nude beach or resort. Until a few months ago. I finally convinced her to go with me to a full-service clothing optional resort in the Tampa, Florida area. It was a tough battle that first weekend, but when we had to go home, she whined up a storm that she had to put clothes on again. It was such a monumental achievement to finally see each other fully naked. I know she always desired to see me without clothes, but never said anything. I on the other hand, let my desires be well known. From what I could see with her clothes on, every part of her body was perfect. She had those sultry eyes, great hair, nice perky boobs and the tiniest waist that topped the best pair of legs in Florida. I wanted to see that hot body the first time I met her, but waiting a few years was worth it. And I didn't even want to have sex with her, because I agreed that it would ruin the friendship, but I really did want to see her nude though. There's just something about seeing a good friend nude that completes the picture and strengthens the bond. I can't really describe it, but it's there and very powerful. I finally had her hooked and she joined me at the Tampa resort a few times in the previous few months. She was getting quite comfortable at the resort, being nude all day, participating in lots of activities and forming her own group of friends. As for our relationship, well, the sexual ribbing continued and we would often find ourselves teasing each other quite openly at the resort. It really takes those deep conversations about sex to the next level, when we can describe in detail what happened and point directly at the organ in question. It was great fun, and it would somehow be ruined if we actually did have sex with each other. So the teasing got pretty intense with no holds barred, and everything fair game. We would sometimes freak out the other guests with our frankness, but it was all in good fun. There was a little touching between Ginnie and I, but it never went too far. We had strict boundaries. Crotches were off limits from each other and there wasn't any kind of erotic petting. We were very comfortable with each other and were constantly joking around. On the weekend nights at this resort, there's quite a swinger scene and we play along as if we're a couple, so we can score some sex for each of our rampant sexual desires. The next day we then laugh about it and compare notes, even though we're all usually in the same room or hot tub. So, you can see that Ginnie and I have an interesting relationship. We both admit that being nude all day in the sun with our body parts on display and a nice breeze flowing between our legs, gets us both pretty horny. Being that we can't have sex with each other, we try to partner up with other guests. We tried mutual masturbation once, but it really didn't accomplish anything. We were still horny afterwards and really just needed a warm body. As I mentioned before, we often pair up with some swingers for a quick romp, but we really both admit that we need to build a somewhat meaningful relationship, even if just for a day, to really enjoy passionate sex that we long for. So, we each try to hook up with another guest for the weekend and often make a foursome out of it. It's a lot of fun and much more intense than a quick romp. Therefore, Ginnie and I are both on the constant prowl for possible dates for each other. We've been pretty successful on past weekends, but this weekend Ginnie truly outdid herself when she found a dream girl for me. Ginnie is such a good friend and always looking out for me. I love her for that. So, on to the story about this particular weekend at the clothing-optional resort. I guess I fell asleep in the sun, because Ginnie nudges me awake from a very peaceful afternoon nap by the pool. I'm roused awake by a very pleasant sensation on my butt as I realize Ginnie is standing over me rocking me with her hand on my ass. She seems very excited and wants my immediate attention, as I blurt out something to the effect that she shouldn't stop. Realizing that I'm now awake, she sits down on the lounge next to me with my gaze looking right up her ever-so-slightly parted legs. I say something crude again like, "Nice view from here, I'm staying..." She realizes her seating position, closes her legs tighter, grumbles something at my comments and motions for me to sit up and listen to her. We both really enjoy the constant banter back and forth like this. She is obviously excited to tell me something. So I rise up and swivel to sit on the lounge facing her. In my groggy state, I don't even realize that I'm sporting a pretty good erection. Ginnie notices right away, and gestures for me to put it away because of all the people close by. In defiance, I stay put and ask her, "So, do you think I look better this way? The other women do. Maybe I should just walk around like this all the time." She sheepishly admits, while keeping her gaze on my face, "Well, yes, I think every man looks better with an erection, and I sure wouldn't mind if all the guys around here would let it fly. It's sure better than all the shriveled nubs." I return, "Yea, that's what I like to hear. So just let me have my erection for the moment, while you tell me what you're so excited about. I see that it's not about a guy this time." Confused, she says, "Hey, how do you know it's not about a guy?" I explain about my keen observations, "Because your nipples are flat now. When you're excited about a guy, the tips of your nipples stick out a little, but not all the way. When you're cold, they stick out the same amount, but the edges of your areolas get goose bumps too. And when you're ready for good fucking, they..." She stopped me mid-sentence, but not after looking down herself to see the state of her nipples before she pressed her hands hard against them into her chest. I embarrass her further by saying with a big smile, "Oh ya baby, I really love it when you squish them into your chest like that — gets me hard." She's practically flabbergasted now about what to do with her hands, and also embarrassed that she can't hide her mood behind a bra. And also that I can actually read her nipples like a book. So I give her a break, and redirect back to me with another embarrassing question, "Hey, don't be afraid to look at my dick any time you want, or any other guy's around here for that matter. Why do you think we're here? You really don't look at my dick much at all. It also says a lot about my mood, ya know. So, go ahead and take a good long look right now. You're allowed." She reluctantly looks down slowly at my hard dick, of course without looking like she is to the people on nearby lounges. In defense, she says, "I do too look at it. At least enough for me." I don't believe her, because I never catch her sneaking a glance, ever. So I quiz her, "Well then, miss observant, which ball hangs lower? You should know that easily if you're looking enough." I cover my balls so she can't peak, although she tries. She stumbles and stalls, because I found her out, and finally says red faced, "Well, they hang both the same... right." Triumphant, I blurt, "Wrong-o missy. The left one always hangs just a little lower, unless they're both sucked in.... See, you don't look at me enough. ... Ok, from now on, I want to catch you once in awhile checking out my dick, from every angle too, and also asking questions." She agrees to my request, and is also a little excited at the prospects of checking out other guys without feeling awkward for staring. Just then, the guy laying face-down on a lounge behind Ginnie pipes up, obviously overhearing us, and says, "Hey, you can look at me if you want." A surprised Ginnie turns around quickly and catches the guy roll onto his side towards her. I peer around Ginnie to see that he's proudly showing his hard dick to her. Our conversation must have done it good for him. Ginnie says to him as she turns back around, "Thanks anyways, but I got one here to look at already." I smile and ask, "So what are you all excited to tell me?" Ginnie then elaborated that she was too wound up from the morning rollerblading to take a nap with me, so she went for a walk around the resort. I was proud of her for venturing out on her own without me tagging along as usual to provide a security blanket. She cast off my complement so she could get on with her story. Ginnie began to tell me that when she was walking by the tennis court, she was stopped by a nice lady, Eve, who was waiting for a court. They talked for quite awhile, but Ginnie admitted that she was distracted by a young lady that was playing a game of doubles. Eve asked Ginnie if there was something that interested her on the court and Ginnie confessed that she was mesmerized by the Asian girl on the court. Eve said that this was the girl's first weekend at the resort and is trying her best to experience every sport and activity this resort has to offer. Eve figures it's one of those personal things to do everything she can nude while she has a chance, so as to one up her friends or something. Those Asian people sure have that determination thing down and coming from a conservative culture as she does, no doubt she's bucking plenty of taboos. It's impressive. But Eve continued to notice Ginnie's intensive interest in watching the Asian girl bound around the court with plenty of action from a pair of large boobs not normally seen on Asian women. Eve tried to not disappoint Ginnie when she said that the girl is straight. Ginnie quipped back and excitedly said that, "Oh, she's not for me, but my guy friend that brought me here. He's really into Asian women, big time. He would totally fall for her and treat her like a queen." Eve understood and began to tell Ginnie all that she knew about the Asian beauty named Keiko. Ginnie excitedly told me about Keiko and the ensuing conversation with her after the match. She was in her late twenties, but of course being Asian looks much younger, and that I would just adore her. It's Keiko's first time at a nudist resort, which meant they had lots to talk about. But, Keiko's reason for coming is that a very free-spirited girlfriend dared her to take off her bikini top while visiting Miami Beach, which is topless. Keiko's upbringing in Japan and very traditional family would not approve of such heresy and just the thought ringing through her head ruined a great day at the beach. So, being the rebel that she's turned into by living in Florida for the past ten years, she had to one-up her friend and decided to not only go topless on a beach, but spend an entire weekend at a nudist resort and do as many activities as she could fully naked. Her friend was skeptical that she'd go through with it, so promised to join her just to make sure. At the last minute, her so-called liberated friend chickened out. But Keiko was determined to overcome her fears, and came on her own. By this time, I was totally intrigued with Keiko as Ginnie told me more. Ginnie even snapped a quick picture of Keiko by the tennis court with the camera Keiko was discreetly hiding. She wanted proof of all the things she did in the nude to finally quench her friends constant prodding that she wouldn't go through with it. Keiko even persuaded Ginnie to be in one of the pictures as Eve tried to keep the picture taking quiet. Nudist resorts have rules about having cameras around, for obvious reasons, but as long as it's kept quiet and private, people look the other way. Ginnie added that Keiko actually enjoyed her picture being taken and was much more comfortable with her body than Ginnie, even to the point of striking a seductive pose as a couple of old men walked by with a leering eye. Ginnie admitted to wanting to curl up in a little ball when the guys walked by. Since Ginnie and I have spent many days together as friends and tell each other in great detail about our love lives, she knows what I like in women and told me that Keiko is perfect for me. She's intelligent, witty, adventuresome and a knock out hottie. Although, I'm always suspect when a woman tells me another women is really pretty. They all have a secret understanding or something to embellish their friend's looks when describing them to a guy. As Ginnie continued to tell me about Keiko, I muttered something like, "Gin, you're making me fall in love already. Please tell me that I'll at least get to meet her." Ginnie nodded in excitement and told me that I'll definitely fall in love alright, knowing that I've always had such a hot lust for Asian women. It's those eyes that I've always confessed to Ginnie that just drive me batty, but it's really the entire package including the culture that I desire to explore. Ginnie was always a little jealous that Asian women are so desired while her sultry Italian genes just couldn't compete. I always tried my best to console her. Ginnie also described me to Keiko, and she's very excited to meet me. I don't know what the details were, but Ginnie said that Keiko started to unconsciously caress her body as she was being told about me. She was even beside herself with anticipation when Ginnie said that I was a pilot. Cool, a hot Asian chick that loves airplanes... I'm in heaven. I was way too excited now, and begged to know if Ginnie had coordinated a rendezvous so I could meet Keiko. An excited Ginnie said that, yes, Keiko agreed to meet me later, but in a very special way. Curious and excited, I begged that Ginnie tell me, but she said that Keiko is going to plan something special and memorable that she still needs to formulate. Ginnie sported an evil grin while mumbling, "I also got Keiko all excited when I told her about your body and smooth prowess. I got ya covered. You'll be fine." I was a little frustrated but excited at the same time, as Ginnie pointed to my now almost fully erect dick and said, "It looks like Keiko's doing a number on you already. Maybe you should save that for later tonight." I replied, "Oh hey, thanks for noticing. I didn't even feel it myself yet." Yup, maybe I finally got her comfortable at this resort now. Well at least over the embarrassment of staring at my dick. I commented to Ginnie, "I like this already, you kinda keeping tabs on my dick now. Remember, survey all angles and states, like I've done with half of your indicators. There'll be a quiz at the end of the weekend." She questioned, "Half... indicators.... What do you mean by that?" I explained, "Ya know, your boobs sure indicate your mood, but your 'lips' also tell a good story. Especially where you've been recently. But alas, you've kept them pretty well hidden from me and any daylight. I know you keep them shaved clean, so they'd be easy to read, but you never give me a chance." Visibly offended, she snapped back at me, "Oh ya, well they're staying hidden. A girl's got to keep at least something private. You get to see everything else I got. Just be satisfied at that.... I'm taking a nap." Which she then turned onto her stomach in a huff. I mumbled something about the other women don't seem to mind and I'm not hiding anything. I let her sleep. While she was sleeping, Ginnie got lots of admiring glances of her naked ass from passing men, so I woke her in the same way she did me earlier; grabbed a cheek and rocked her awake. It worked, but made her a little uneasy to be groped in public from a friend that wasn't a lover. I told her to get over it and join me to get something to eat. She followed me through the sea of lounge chairs still not totally awake yet. I seemed to be waiting forever for her to decide what to order, when out the window of the Tiki bar I spied a young lady with long dark hair on rollerblades coming towards the pool complex. Even from a distance, and my chlorine-blurred eyes, I could easily see a beautifully-sculptured young woman gracefully gliding my way. I was transfixed and couldn't move, when just then I felt a pair of hands envelope my face from behind and cover my eyes tightly to prevent me from wiggling free. Ginnie said sharply, "No peeking just yet. You'll ruin the surprise." I tried unsuccessfully to break free and whined, "Oh, so that's Keiko, huh?" Ginnie confirmed that it was her, but that I'd have to wait until later. I was totally disappointed that I missed her, but what I did save to my photographic memory was enough to distract me for the rest of the day. I was so excited to meet Keiko and as frustrating as it was, I was actually enjoying the ultimate tease and build-up to the big moment. Although, in that brief second, I did notice a couple of things about Keiko that I really liked... ok, lusted for. First, she looked taller than the average Japanese girl. Even being on rollerblades, I estimate that she was about 5'6." I just love those tall Asian women. She also had long dark hair that glistened in the sun and flowed beautifully behind her as she glided gracefully on those blades. And then I noticed the parts that were usually hidden, but the sole reason for her being here. She had beautifully-shaped boobs that were much bigger than the typical Asian. Even at that distance, I estimate that they were a full C-cup and quite firm, but they complemented her tall frame perfectly. I wasn't sure, but I thought I caught the sight of something shiny on her left nipple. I asked Ginnie later and she confirmed that Keiko did have a gold piercing on her left nipple. This was getting better by the moment. I also noticed that she didn't have a lot of hair between her legs, but I didn't get a good look, being that I was transfixed on those gorgeous boobs. God, I hope she has that type of pubic hair that is naturally just enough to announce its presence, but not too much of a forest. Meeting Nudist Keiko My previous Asian girlfriends all had way too much hair down there, which made it difficult to find things. I offered to get busy with a shaver, but they would have none of that. It seems to be a cultural thing or something. Anyways, I got a glimpse of one beautiful woman that is about to kill me with anticipation. I looked over my shoulder at Ginnie and mouthed a 'thank you' as I sighed a longing repose of love. Ginnie told me that she knew a lot more about Keiko, as they talked for almost an hour, but wanted to keep me in suspense. Later that afternoon, Ginnie met again with Keiko to plan out the evening. It seems that for just arriving a day and a half ago, Keiko had the entire resort scoped out and had created a grand plan for the evening already. Wow, she works fast, even considering that it was also her first time nude in public. I fully expected someone in her position to be very shy and withdrawn for the entire weekend, but instead she had fully accepted her nudity and was already working with the staff in planning the evening. I'm totally impressed already and I haven't even met her yet. I half-jokingly mentioned to Ginnie that she should start thinking about a wedding present. She gave me that "well, it just might happen" look. What did she get me into? I was now in for the ride of my life... maybe so. Now I was starting to worry that I wouldn't live up to Keiko's expectations. Ginnie put my mind at ease with some encouraging words that I was a real catch and had so much going for me that I needn't worry. And that Keiko is definitely one of the few that can keep up with my life. A warm sensation enveloped me as I thought about the possibilities. What was I doing though? I'm totally falling in love with this girl that I've never met, as Ginnie's efforts are working their magic on me. Ginnie did say that I'll need to dress up real sexy for the evening. I lamented that, well we're all nude already, which is pretty sexy to most people, but I would enjoy a little dressing up of the goods. Ginnie took me over to the boutique in the resort to find some sexy evening wear for me. This is not your usual resort boutique, but filled with all kinds of sexy clothes, lingerie, jewelry (for the entire body) and a good selection of sex toys. We enter the store as the clerk introduces herself as Nancy, a middle-aged lady who was no doubt a real looker in her day. She's still very kept and looks like a woman that is keeping a tiger at bay within her. I can just tell that she's no doubted become an expert with all the toys in this shop. I generally don't get too fancy for the evenings, even while the women go to great lengths to out do each other with their lingerie. It's quite a competition in the night club, and a great show for us guys too. There's always plenty of pushed-up boobs and framed asses on display. Unfortunately, there's not much for us guys to get creative with. I usually just wear a pair of silk boxers and minimal top to the nightclub. I'm really not into wearing those uncomfortable g-strings. They're uncomfortable and I think they look pretty silly. So, I agree to let Ginnie dress me up, but just not one of those ball sacks. I say that we need to start by embellishing the crown jewels first, just to set the theme and eventual prize. Ginnie waves off my comment as if I'm too enamored with my own dick to consider what a girl wants. But I insist that I really want to do something special with it and dressing it up gives me confidence as a man. I'm still getting that "you're full of it" look from Ginnie, so I begin to explain what it all means, "Look Gin, we've been over this before. My dick is what makes me a man and it symbolizes all that is masculine. Just as those boobs of yours mean womanhood to you. So, it's very important that I pay it special attention to my manhood tonight so I can feel like a real man and impress Keiko." Nancy then pipes in to say, "Oh, do you mean that really cute Asian girl that's running around today." I give Nancy an excited nod, to which she replied, "Ya, she's quite a doll and you'll have no problem impressing her from what I see." I thank her for the encouraging words as we get down to business selecting clothes and accessories for my big night. I ask Ginnie how I should proceed tonight as I progressively remove clothes throughout the night. She quickly responds by saying, "Always make her want more." So, I should let her see that there's something good underneath without actually revealing it too soon. Both Ginnie and Nancy agree. So then, I had a great thought about how I want to finally present my manhood to Keiko tonight. It's the last part to discover, so as the anticipation builds to a peak, and she's waiting with baited breath, I want her to laugh when it finally comes out. Not sympathetically, but jokingly. Nancy says she has just the thing and brings out a small piece of paper with a smiley face tattoo. I love it, and agree that it's perfect. I then ask Ginnie what should I wear as bottoms. She then says that a pair of silk boxers, as you usually wear, will do just fine. She picks out a pair of black ones that have an oriental design on them, of which Keiko will appreciate. I realize just then that if I'm going to have a tattoo on the head of my dick, that I shouldn't let it get totally deflated or the temporary tattoo will shrivel off. Nancy has the answer again and pulls out a rubber cock ring to wear that will ensure I stay pretty hard all night. This also has an added benefit in that Keiko will be able to see through the boxers that I'm pretty large. "Always make her want more," I shout. I'm sold, but ask for the lasso type of cock ring instead of the rubber doughnut type. I confess to the two ladies that I like wearing the lasso type because I enjoy the strings hanging down and touching my inner thighs as I walk. A quizzical Ginnie then asks me, "So then mister, this is new. When do you wear these lasso things so they can swing free." I confess that I really haven't told her that I sometimes walk around my house nude wearing these lassos around the base of my dick or around my balls. It is a little bit of a turn on because it keeps me rock hard for a long time, of which you know that I enjoy the feeling, and it's also a cool way to accessorize an otherwise too familiar body part. You girls accessorize your happy parts all the time, so why not me once in awhile. I wish I could wear it out in the open around here though. You girls get to." Ginnie returned, "Don't even look at me, I would never pierce anything 'down there.' It hurts to even think about it." Always trying to push Ginnie into new things, I say, "Well, there's no need to get all in a tizzy. I would never ask you to get a piercing you don't want, but why don't we start with something simple for tonight." I pull a couple of beaded nipple lassos from the case and hold them up to her bare boobs while saying, "These are just little lassos for your nipples and just cinch around the base. You gotta get those nipples hard first, then just cinch the cord around the base so they hang like dangling earrings. And they also keep your nipples swollen all night, just as the lasso around my dick keeps it pumped." She finally agrees to wear them tonight and is actually starting to think they may look pretty cool. I've always liked dressed-up nipples and I can't wait to see what Keiko has on her left nipple. To finish off the ensemble, Ginnie picks a rather tight white shirt. I normally like my shirts very loose, but both girls agree that I'll look pretty hot. I ask about shoes, but Ginnie says that my personality always did clash with shoes and I'm more representing of me by not wearing any shoes. I totally agree of course, because I'm barefoot most of the time. As we leave, I beg Ginnie to tell me a little more about Keiko. She finally gives in a little and tells me that Keiko is very at home outside, as I am, and likes the water. Ginnie meets with Keiko again that afternoon, and returns to me with my instructions. At 7 tonight, I'm to walk down the forest path that leads from the back parking lot to the lake. Keiko will be waiting for me there. Ginnie wouldn't tell me any more, except that Keiko asked if I was a sporting sort, for she had a few pent-up fantasies that needed a willing partner. Ginnie told me of her laughing fit at that question and that I would be open to virtually anything, except that bondage thing. I drew the line at that one. Ginnie told me that she told Keiko of all the exhibitionist things I've tried to get her to do over the years, without much success, and that I would be a most willing partner for just about anything. I was beside myself with excitement as I envisioned all the possibilities. I asked Ginnie to check on us once in awhile throughout the night. She was reluctant at first, respecting our privacy, but I insisted because I wanted to include her in some small way and let her share in my excitement. Besides, I secretly wanted to include her in some of the games. Nothing outrageous, or that would make Keiko uncomfortable, but just a third participant in a teasing game. With all three of us, and hopefully a new guy she hooked-up with, we might be able to encourage Ginnie to participate in a game or two. It'll do her good, she's usually pretty reserved around here. After dropping off my new clothes in our room, it's still early afternoon, so we decide to get some pool time and start on the tropical drinks. We were chilling in the waist deep water, enjoying the sun, watching all the beautiful nude bodies on display and waiting for the poolside waitress. I had a feeling there would be a wait, because the well-enhanced and topless waitress seemed to be offering free gropes with every drink. Ginnie even commented about the quantity of hard dicks around the pool. Not something normally seen around here during the day, but enjoyable just the same. I told her that I agreed at the tension in the air, and that the atmosphere has been charged all day around here. I added that even at breakfast, I noticed a couple of guys sitting real close to their tables, attempting to hide erections. It was fun to watch them push back from the cover of the table when that young hostess checked on them. She normally always stays at her podium at the front, but it seemed that today she was checking out the guys and even encouraging them to show off what they were packing. Ginnie said, "Oh, you mean that girl that barely looked 15 in the tight spring dress. I overheard that her family lives here all year and that her parents have strict rules about the kids growing up too fast, if you know what I mean." I said, "Yup, she's the one, and it looks like the kids are on their own schedule. I've only seen her in the restaurant and didn't know she lived here. Have you seen her anywhere else in the resort?" Sensing my obvious interest, Ginnie teased, "So, oh horny one, are you only asking because you want to see her young body in the buff? Come on, admit it." I replied, caught red handed, "Well, alright, maybe a little." Ginnie relented at my male hormones and replied, "Ya, I did see her over at the health club the other morning, and your observations are correct. Her and her two brothers have their own maturity schedule. She seemed to be the oldest of the three. They were all working the machines in the gym with their father, and were all wearing workout clothes. After a bit, the father left the three there to complete their workout. As soon as he was out of sight, she quickly stripped everything off, while still jogging on the treadmill even." Ginnie continued, "The girl instantly drew the attention of every guy in the place. She was hiding a pretty impressive chest under that support top. Probably a C-cup, but also pointy and firm. Oh, I wish I had the boobs of a teenager again." Ginnie's eyes were closed to the sun as she told the story, so she was surprised when she felt me grab one of her boobs and say, "Don't worry Ginnie, you're holding up just fine these days." She smiled at the complement, and continued about the girl, "You could tell she enjoyed showing them off and making them gyrate with each stride. It looked practiced. Her younger brothers on treadmills each side of her were even staring intently. She had quite the command over them, because she soon demanded they strip also. They complained quite a bit, but eventually relented. Once their shorts came off, it was obvious why they didn't want to strip, as they were both sporting full erections. The girl laughed at their embarrassment, knowing full well the lack of control young teen boys have over their dicks. But the boys stayed on their treadmills just the same and didn't seem to care much. She must do that to them a lot, I gather." I interrupted Ginnie and asked, "So, how about you? Did you like seeing their hard dicks gyrate around, and watching the scene unfold?" She giggled as she answered, "Well, at first I couldn't see much because I was behind a couple weight machines, but yes, I did want to see and started working a couple machines that allowed a better view. The boys got off the treadmills after about twenty minutes, and their dicks were still pointing straight up. They continued working out, much to the stares from the twenty or so people in the club." Ginnie stopped abruptly, but knowing her so well, I could tell when she was embarrassed about something she did. I pushed for more, and said, "Well, any more to the story, deary? You're not telling everything. I know you too well." Yup, she was caught. So she relented, and with a red face, continued, "Well, the girl was off her treadmill by then and making her way through the machines talking to people. It took me awhile to realize what she was doing, but twice I noticed her talking with a guy who after a few minutes went back into the locker room. Both were good looking, with lots of muscles. They were clothed before entering the locker room, but returned in a few minutes wearing just shoes. You see what she was doing now. She was convincing the guys to work out in the nude. There were slightly more guys than girls in the club that morning, and by that time, there was probably only five guys still in clothes. I decided to stick around to see if she succeeds in getting all the dicks out, and maybe hard too. You're the one always telling me how difficult it is holding back a hard on during a workout." I encouraged Ginnie to continue, excited to hear what this teenage tease was going to do next. But Ginnie explained that not much else happened, as the three kids left shortly thereafter. Ginnie and I both commented to each other that the sexual tension seems to be elevating by the moment and this afternoon may get real interesting. She turned to look me in the eye and joked, "Any effect on you there, dude?" I told her to look for herself. I was standing in water just below my belly button, and Ginnie let out a small gasp when she looked down to see the engorged head of my very erect dick poking above the water surface. A little embarrassed herself, she asked how long I've had that going and that I should put it away. I said boldly, "I've had it for awhile now and I'm going to enjoy it as long as it lasts. As you see, lots of other guys are, so I guess I can too." Ginnie relents with a shoulder shrug, takes another intensive look down and says, "Hey, it's kinda cool how it sticks straight up like that. You usually stick straight out in front when it's hard. I guess the water helps it float a little." I then take a few swats at it as she watches and I explain that it does all kinds of different things in the water, similar to how her own boobs are more buoyant. Just then, a lady waded close by, and from the focus of her stare at my dick, she was obviously interested in the conversation between us two. She asked if she could touch it. I said, "Sure, but only if I can touch something too." She excitedly agreed, stepped closer, and wrapped both hands around my dick for a really strong squeeze. I took my turn, and slipped a couple of fingers deep inside her shaved pussy. She then swam off, looking for another hard dick to squeeze no doubt. Ginnie was floating on her back with her head resting on a step just below the surface. She looked so hot laying there, with her perky boobs standing out of the water like little islands. I told her how hot she looked and that she was getting plenty of stares from the guys around the pool deck, all wanting to fuck her senseless. She smiled with content. There was even a contingent of three teenage boys across the pool who kept staring at Ginnie. It was hard to tell with them standing in the water, but it looked like all three had bathing suits on. They were obviously amazed and overwhelmed at the scene, probably being their first time at the resort. But they just couldn't keep their eyes off Ginnie floating in the water. I was getting antsy for those drinks, so I told Ginnie I was heading over to the bar. She looked down at my bobbing, and still erect, dick and said in a concerned tone, "Are you going over there like that? Maybe you should give it a couple minutes." I replied, "No way, I'm proud of it and like showing it off. I rarely get an opportunity to walk around with a full erection without fear of getting thrown out of this place. And with all that's been going on this afternoon, it looks like I can get away with it today. So, I'm off to get us some drinks, although I may just stroll around for a bit. There's a few places here that I've always fantasized about going into with a raging hard on. So, relax Gin. Maybe you can experiment a little too. It looks like the restrictions have been lifted this afternoon." Ginnie just resigns to let me do what I want, but I could see that she was also thinking about my last comment. She's confessed a few things on this pool deck. Like what she once really wanted to do with that hunk playing water volleyball. I encouraged her to join the game, because there's plenty of falling on top of other people, but she always held back. Maybe this time... I started treading away from Ginnie towards the steps on the opposite side of the pool. Ginnie called out to me wondering why I didn't use the steps she was using for a headrest. I shook my head and said, "Silly, those far steps have a bigger audience." I turned back towards Ginnie, raised myself out of the water to bring my entire package out of the water, which was beginning to deflate slightly, and teasingly said to her, "Well, how do I look, Gin? Am I properly fluffed and presentable?" She giggled, and rolled those beautiful brown eyes I exited the pool feeling like a prize stallion, a total man attitude with a total man-sized boner pointing the way. I felt a rush of testosterone flow throughout my body. Seeing the looks of awe and admiration from the pool deck confirmed I did the right thing. Good, step one completed, and I was on my man walk. I decided to first peruse the two stores off the pool deck, then into the main office and deserted nightclub, then back out to the bar for those drinks. Oh, and I must remember to sneak a peak back at Ginnie to see what erotic mischief she would be in. As I was walking amongst both the resort guests and staff, I got a few looks, but people didn't seem surprised as much as I would of expected or hoped. It was exciting talking with a couple women staff, who were fully clothed, although it didn't phase them in the least. I guess they're used to horny show offs at this place. It was fun though standing at a glass display case of body jewelry and cock rings, across from a good looking sales girl. The glass top was at a convenient height to rest my dick upon, and we talked quite a bit about what I could get to adorn it. Quite the show and tell session. Meeting Nudist Keiko I made the rest of the way around the pool deck and finally got our drinks from the bar. I got plenty of looks at my hard on, and passed a few other guys sporting ones too. When I returned back into the pool, Ginnie was surprised that I kept my hard on the entire time. I just told her that I was thinking of her. I was giddy with excitement as the time approached to meet Keiko. Ginnie was getting a quick late-afternoon workout and met me at our room to help me get ready, if only to calm my nerves and make sure I had everything straight. I was already in the room when she arrived. She had a mischievous grin on her pretty face and a noticeable bounce in her step. I teasingly asked why she was so happy, when I also realized that she was wearing only flip-flops and holding her work-out clothes in her hand. This was unlike her, because she always wore at a minimum stretchy shorts and a jog bra top to the resort health club. And arriving with her workout clothes in her hand, meant she either stripped on the way back or finally allowed herself to feel the excitement and freedom of a nude workout. When we had worked out together, I was always nude, but she was just way too uncomfortable exercising without clothes. I confessed to Ginnie how it really excites me, and I always looked forward to working out in the nude at this resort. I could go on and on about the experience, but I was really curious about her experience this time. She explained about joining a yoga/exercise class in the back exercise room. But to her shock, this one was different, and one that I've never heard of before. Before it started, she noticed that everybody was actually wearing full complements of workout clothes. Not the typical around here, where the majority are nude. The room was full, with about 30 people evenly mixed with men and women. She also noticed quickly that everybody was on the younger side of the average age for this resort, and all quite the beautiful types. The lady instructor was very beautiful herself, wearing clingy spandex over a very toned body and obviously enhanced boobs. She began with simple stretches, then easy calisthenics. When the jumping jacks started, the instructor announced her need to "be free" and if anybody could help her. Ginnie soon found out about how special this class was when a guy from the back "volunteered" and walked up behind the instructor to pull her top over her head. Her boobs were certainly "free" now and keeping in rhythm to the music. The instructor then slowed to explain the class rules to any newcomers. Ginnie admitted to her fear now, that she may be required to strip. Which she never does when exercising, because of her fear of somebody seeing her pussy lips. The instructor lady explained that on her commands throughout the class, everybody is to allow another person to remove a single piece of their clothing. There would also be some erotic exercises designed to enhance their experience, but are always optional. Ginnie almost walked out, but remembered how I encouraged her to try new things out of her comfort zone, and decided to stay. She was also relieved a little when the instructor encouraged the nervous ones to take the back row. Ginnie moved to the back as the class resumed. At the first strip command, a cute guy, named Gary, who was new too, approached Ginnie to remove her top. She said only if she could pull his shorts off first. He wholeheartedly agreed, so while everybody else was getting topless in this first round, he was the first to let his dick fly. Ginnie admitted she was actually starting to like topless aerobics. This also began all the impromptu erotic movements around the class, encouraged of course by the self-groping instructor. Girls would grab their boobs or tweak their nipples to the music. Ginnie could see Gary dieing to grab his dick, but was holding back to see what others were doing. The instructor then began with the yoga and that everybody needed to be barefoot. No problem for the crowd, but when Gary began removing Ginnie's shoes, as she sat on the floor, he teased that he couldn't wait to see up her crotch soon. She was in a huff, but the instructor lady was nearby to offer encouraging words. Nude herself already, she said some magic words that calmed Ginnie's fear, at least for the duration of the class, and made the nearby guys promise not to look when her legs were open. At the next strip command, everybody was fully nude. Ginnie felt strange, especially that anybody walking outside the windows could catch her on full display. But she took her mind off it by counting how many guys already had erections. She expected more, but only found two. The next series of yoga positions worked to stimulate everybody's genitals. The instructor even went around to each person to make sure they were doing the position correctly, and if not, offered her own hands to help. Ginnie even surprised herself, not seeming to have a problem now with spreading her legs for the various positions. When they all stood back upright, the effect was obvious. Every dick and nipple was about to burst. The sexual tension was unbearable. So for the last exercise, the instructor lady had everybody sit around one big circle for a group masturbation release. The Kleenex box was passed around as everybody joined the circle. At this point, Ginnie was so relaxed and sexually charged, that she really wanted this and found a seat between two guys with really big dicks. With the instructor gyrating loudly in the middle, it didn't take long for each person to orgasm, some even twice. Fully relaxed and with a fresh sexual release, Ginnie told me she practically glided through the air on her way back to our room. I promised to join her in the next class, but I missed out this time, because there was only one per weekend. On to the task of preparing for my date, I tried to get Ginnie to apply the smiley-face decal, which she refused, as expected, but she did help with the process. I was standing naked in front of the hotel room mirror, reading the decal directions, when Ginnie jumped up on the counter facing me. She had taken a quick shower in the room and was now wearing a pair of unzipped shorts, revealing a tease of pubic hair, and a loose tank top. Seeing my nervousness, she told me that she used to apply those temporary tattoos all the time, and that it's real easy. I looked at her coyly and asked, "In any interesting places?" She blushed as she pointed to her butt and replied, "Just there once." She gave me some tips on the technique, before dramatically stopping suddenly. I asked what was up, so she slowly looked down at my very limp dick and said, "It won't... ah.... stick very well to wrinkled skin. It needs a smooth surface." Suddenly realizing the obvious, I said, "Well, we'll just have to take care of that, won't we dear.... Any suggestions?" She quipped back, "You know I can't. We have our rules." Ginnie broke the long silence, and said, "Well, I guess we have two problems then. Getting it hard to apply the decal and keeping it at least semi-hard, so the thing doesn't shrivel off before you get a chance to show her." I reminded her of the reason that I bought the cock lasso this morning. She finally understood now why I bought that thing she thought was so silly. But then on to the other pressing problem, Ginnie reluctantly offered to help as much as she could, having realized what she needed to do. She then hopped off the counter, closed the hotel room door and pulled the window shades closed. My dick was already starting to feel a twitch, in anticipation of what I hoped she would do. She peeled off her clothes on her way across the room and told me in a matter of fact way, that I was going to owe her big time for this. Just to put this in perspective, of all the times we've been to this resort with the sexual tension through the roof, we've only had one mutual masturbation session. It was fun at the time, but we later agreed that it was too much of a temptation and could have easily led to sex between us in the heat of the moment. And we needed to honor our steadfast rule of no sex between us. We've accidentally stumbled across each other a few times masturbating, but quickly excused ourselves out of respect. We've also of course been in the same room having sex with another couple a few times, but never did Ginnie and I touch each other or participate in a mass orgy. So, for Ginnie to do next what I think she'll do, it'll most likely be due to her desire that I have a magical night with Keiko and to help any way she can. I really do owe her big time for this one. So, she hops back up on the counter, leans back against the mirror, and says, "Well, I suppose you'll need to put that lasso thing on first." Stunned for words, I nod and go rifle through the bag. I hold it up and contemplate, whether I should install it around the base of my ball sack or base of my shaft. I admit to Ginnie that I've done it both ways, and sometimes just behind the head. She looks at me with a suspect curiosity and says, "Geeze, how much do you do this? Not that I'm shocked any more at anything you do, but you just haven't told me before. Spill it." I then just tell her, "Well, sometimes when I'm home alone and feeling horny, in an adventurous way, I like to experiment with different sensations. I read somewhere about constrains and that it kept the blood from draining, and well... it's just something different that feels good. I haven't told anybody else though, and haven't worn one around any of my girlfriends." Ginnie took it all in, accepted it as just another of my "quirky things" and motioned for me to put it on. Responding to her look of acceptance, I said, "See, you'd have a boring life if it wasn't for my endless antics." She chuckled and admitted that life with me was always full of surprises. I still needed to decide which was the best place to install the lasso. I asked for Ginnie's opinion if I should wrap it around the base of the shaft or head. We agreed that I should wrap it around the base. That way, it kept my dick hard and wouldn't be noticeable under the tight-fitting boxers. I tugged and pulled it in position, then stood proud for Ginnie's approval. She nodded with approval and let out a resigning sigh for her next task. Starting with her hands on her upper chest, she seductively moved them down caressing her boobs, and continuing down to her crotch. She started to caress herself as I began to squeeze and pull on my dick, which was finally starting to grow. The nervousness tonight of my meeting Keiko had rendered it all but tucked away in the hangar for the last few hours. Ginnie continued to pat and rub herself, punctuated with a few tweaks of her hardening clit. Even though her legs were open pretty wide, she kept her lips covered with her hand. Still not ever letting me see all the details. She was watching the progress of my dick, no doubt trying to do as little as possible for the desired effect. It didn't take much time at all, and as I was getting real close to full size, Ginnie told me to reposition the lasso and get the decal ready. I cursed the interruption, but snapped into reality to the task at hand. She slowed her hand movements and reached over with one hand to help with the decal, but she made sure I didn't stop with my wanking. She stopped her hand job in a sigh of relief, when we both agreed the desired size had been achieved. I'm sure she thought she'd need to go further, but was definitely relieved at my quick response. So, there I stand with a hard on and a decorative leather strap around the shaft of my dick. I didn't have much difficulty applying the smiley-face decal to the swollen head of my dick. Ginnie expertly advised on its placement, for maximum impact. She was actually pretty excited now that she saw the dressed package. I sneered a "told ya so" at her doubting my plan. I then donned my tight white shirt and black silk boxers for Ginnie's approval, but the lasso was keeping my dick way too hard and tenting the boxers. So I worked the lasso a little looser and squeezed until it hung down low and the outline of the head was just noticeable through the silk. In a yelp of triumph, Ginnie said, "Stop, that's it. Right there. Try to keep it that size. Not too big that you look like a horny pervert, yet big enough to make her drool." As I continue to get ready, I ask Ginnie what plans she had for the evening. She told me that she spied a really cute guy who just checked in to the room a couple doors down. He looked by himself and from the look of overwhelment on his face, probably the first time at this resort. She felt confident of her ability to snag him for a long ride tonight. I asked if he saw her outside the room. I was interested in this, because I know how she delights in snagging a guy for the night and tease him in the process of removing her clothes slowly over the evening. So I was hoping he hadn't seen her nude yet, for she arrived at the room this time still nude from the pool. She said she spied him just as she was entering our room, and if he was quick, he may have seen her naked ass. I asked if she had anything special in mind for the seduction. She revealed, a little reluctantly, that she found something really cool while shopping with Keiko for my present. Dieing to know what Keiko bought me, I held my curiosity, and proceeded to ask what Ginnie had bought. She excitedly said that it was a flower for a special place. I teasingly demanded she show me, so she bounded across the room for a bag on the dresser. Man do I love watching her ass jiggle, and even more those boobs gyrate when she bounded back to show me her new flower thing. It was a silk yellow daisy with a funny-shaped plastic thing for a stem. She noticed my confusion and explained that it's made to be held in place by her pussy. I was excitedly surprised, for I'd never heard of it before. She said the boutique lady recommended it after a long, examining look at the shape of Ginnie's crotch. The boutique lady was excited when Ginnie removed her sarong from around the waist of her topless body to try on some lace panties. Ginnie said she was quite embarrassed in the middle of the store, as this older lady bent down to more closely examine her well-trimmed crotch. The lady retrieved the daisy from the jewelry display and offered it to Ginnie to try on, after explaining where it goes and that it was brand new. The boutique lady said that she'd been waiting for just the right girl to be the first and that Ginnie's crotch region was perfect. After a little prodding from Keiko, Ginnie stepped behind a rack of clothes and proceeded to maneuver the specially-shaped stem into her pussy. She had a little difficulty because she was standing and the pool water had dried her out quite a bit. She was offered help from a couple of people in the store of course, but she fended them off, determined to make it fit. It took a little maneuvering and a few deep squats, but she emerged from behind the clothes rack to proudly show her new adornment. She loved it and was excited to wear it tonight. Back at our room, I asked Ginnie to show me how it fits. She then took her previous position on the counter, thought pensively for a moment, and then surprised me by spreading her legs very wide. But this time without covering her crotch with her hand. She thought that in this position, she'd have an easier time inserting it, although she's pretty wet already from her previous act on the counter. She also admitted to being a little naughty and daring, so she had me open the front door of the room and make sure I didn't block the view. Anybody walking by would get a clear view of her spread eagle on the counter. She was really primed for the evening. As I walk back from the front of the room, I'm staring intently at her open legs and just gotta know about this change in attitude. All the while bringing her to this resort, I've never once seen her spread those legs enough for a full view of those lips. Plenty of other ladies enjoy showing off, but maybe Ginnie is just a little shy for that. Although it doesn't stop her from plenty of flashing and handling. She even has the ability to masturbate with her legs closed tight. Every other woman I've seen needs to open their legs a fair amount. Ginnie keeps her crotch very kept, from what I've seen. She has the hair on her lips waxed clean with neatly-trimmed hair above in a triangle pattern, pointing down. To help find the target as Ginnie jokes. I was offered quite a sight. I cooed, "Hey, thanks for the view. It looks like that boutique lady was right, she must have noticed, as I have, how your pubic bone is a little deeper than most women and how a gap doesn't form between your legs. You've never let me see into your pussy before. And I gotta admit, it does look very tantalizing and tight, and also very colorful, awesome." A little embarrassed, she began to close her legs, but opened them again while saying, "Well, I suppose I don't mind this time, you've been a patient boy and I guess it's only fair, since I've seen you in all your hardness. I'm also really, really horny tonight, with all the day's events. And for some reason, wherever I turned today, there was a hard dick. It seems guys were just letting it fly today without concern. Ya know how I enjoy seeing hard dicks flopping around the pool." Wanting desperately to talk in detail about her woman parts, I asked, "So, why do you suppose the boutique lady thought you were perfect for that thing? And by the way, I don't think you've seen my dick yet when I've had a super hard on." Ginnie revealed a little more about herself as she prepared to insert the flower, "I still couldn't guess why the boutique lady was so excited about me, I'm not so different. So I took her aside and asked. The vendor told her that for it to stay in place while walking, it needed a girl with a special shape, which was quite rare. She said that, as you already noticed, the girl needs a flat pubic bone, close legs and something that I didn't even know I had... a high vagina." Surprised and intently curious, I quipped, "A high what?" Ginnie continued as I was straining to see what she meant, "The lady said that my 'opening' starts higher than most women. That allows the flower stem to ride more forward than down, and so it won't fall out when I walk around. And I also don't need to clench my muscles to keep it in place." I still look confused, so with complaint, Ginnie says she'll just show me. Then by inserting her index finger, she shows me how the opening begins high on her pubic bone and not lower like most women. I nod at this discovery, and say, "Oh, I see now. It's not something I usually notice, but I guess it's pretty cool... Oh, and that must be why you can masturbate with your legs closed then. I always thought that was a pretty good trick." With an air of pride, she said, "Yup, I always liked that I could do that, I guess I know why now.... But geeze, enough talk about my pussy. I want to show you the flower." I watched intently as Ginnie easily slid the flower stem into her glistening pussy and adjusted it for a perfect fit. She then bounded off the counter for a couple twirls, then stopped abruptly with hands on hips to say, "What did you mean before about that super hard on? You mean you get even bigger? You were really big the first time I saw your dick, with all that pent up desire over the years to see me nude and all." I admitted, "Ya, I guess I was pretty hard that time, but when I get a super erection, it does get a little longer. But mostly the head really swells up and gets all purple. It doesn't happen too often and it's unpredictable, but it's quite a sight. Too bad you haven't seen it yet, I can't wait to show you. Wouldn't it be a gas if I got a super erection here sometime. And you were on the other side of the pool deck or something. And I go running through the crowd to show you. That would be a funny sight."