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My Holiday Vacation Ch. 01

By: lonelyssbbw



Fact or Fantasy? I'm going to leave that to your imagination. But please let me know if you enjoy the story. With enough positive feedback, I'll post the 2nd weekend's adventures, too!!

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My vacation was unbelievable! I've been extremely stressed lately between work, the kids, and some other things going on. So my husband suggested I take a week and go visit my old college roommate. This was a surprise that he suggested a vacation, let alone to visit Celeste! Celeste and I roomed together the entire 4 years we were in college. And hubby knows that she were a little wild at times. She and I have kept in touch over the years - both of us are married with kids. Her kids are a lot older though. Her daughter just started college and her son is a senior in college. We've both shared secrets, fantasies - all the stuff that makes or breaks a good friendship. When I called her and asked if it would be a good time, she was ecstatic - she was going to have a week off work, too. So we started planning: I'd fly in on Friday night, 6/24 and she'd pick me up from the airport. We'd stay in the city over night. Then we'd go to her house (which happens to be on a small, semi-private lake) sometime Saturday.

Hubby took me to the airport. He helped me get my luggage checked and we kissed goodbye. I waved at him as he drove away, then went inside to wait. I hate traveling alone, but was so excited - I hadn't seen Celeste for about 5 years now. Inside the airport I sat and read a magazine, trying to be patient for the plane. To make a long story short, there were mechanical problems with the plane I was supposed to board. I ended up sitting at the airport over 4 hours waiting for a flight out. I called Celeste to let her know I'd be real late and not to drive into the city for me. I tried to keep my voice strong, but I was so tired and disappointed, there were tears in my eyes.

By the time the flight landed, it was about 2:30 in the morning. I sleepily got off the plane and headed to the luggage area. When I turned the corner, I was shocked to see Celeste waiting there for me! I was so glad! We gave each other the biggest bear hug! Maybe I should explain at this point that Celeste is much smaller than I am. If you watch "Everybody Loves Raymond", Celeste looks a whole lot like Deborah, even to some degree in the face. (If you haven't read my profile, I'm 5'5", blond hair, brown eyes, and close to 400 pounds with very large breasts.) Seeing her and that hug made my day! We chatted about everything while waiting for the luggage - kids, husbands, work, stresses. We weren't anywhere near out of subjects to chat about, but we'd been there 45 minutes and no luggage. So finally we asked: the luggage had been put on the wrong plane and wouldn't be in until sometime late Saturday. Lucky for me Celeste had already booked us a hotel room (and I should say a very nice one with one very comfortable queen-size bed) for the night. So we left our contact information, hopped in her car and headed to our room.

Once in our room, I was exhausted. It was nearly 5 a.m. and I'd been in the same clothes since for almost 24 hours. I had nothing to sleep in. Celeste saw the look of concern on my face. She looked at me, grinned real big and said "remember the college days? I'll sleep naked if you will!" I grinned back at her, faced her and stripped, almost as if this had been a dare. I was so tired, though. I gave Celeste another hug and told her thanks for everything. I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

I slept hard for a few hours. I'm not quite sure what woke me up, but it was about 11:30 in the morning. It took me a minute to remember where I was. Then I looked around - the curtains were open, looking out into a commons area with a swimming pool. The lights were off. The bathroom door was open and no one was in there. Oh well, I figured Celeste had probably gone to get coffee or something. So I got up, tried to keep my back to the sliding glass door, and went to take a shower. I would have Celeste close the curtains when she got back. The hot water felt so good! Finally I got out and dried off. Celeste had still not returned. There was no way the towel would go around my body, so I held it in front of myself as I walked toward the dresser (which was coincidentally towards the glass) to get my clothes. When I opened the drawer, there were no clothes, but there was a note:

"Sheila:

I'm so glad to see you again! I had to think of a way to make our time together unforgettable, but I was having trouble figuring out how. Then when you undressed in front of me last night, it hit me. You shared a fantasy with me long ago - one where you were left in a motel room with nothing but a negligee to wear. When I woke up this morning you looked so beautiful lying there sleeping. I knew I had to make it happen. But I didn't have a negligee to leave for you. So, sis, you have nothing to put on. The room is paid for through Sunday noon. I'll be back for you, but I'm not going to tell you when. Room service is delivering lunch to you at 12:30. I did leave your driver's license and some cash in the bottom dresser drawer in case you needed ID or money for a tip. Enjoy your day!

Love,

Celeste"

I tore the room apart, but there was nothing to wear, not even that would fit her. Then I heard a knock at the door. I looked through the peephole, hoping it was Celeste. She had told the truth - it was room service! I did the only thing I could think of - I held the towel in front of my breasts so it hung down below my crotch and opened the door. He looked somewhat surprised, but I motioned and he brought my lunch in and sat it on the table. Then I went to reach for money to tip him. In my attempts to open the bottom drawer and get the money, I found I couldn't do it one handed. Here I was, facing a huge mirror, my bare ass already in plain sight for him, my cheeks (the ones on my face) as red as cherries, and I think tears were forming in my eyes. Finally I decided I had to do it - I laid my towel on the dresser, opened the drawer, got out $3 or $4 (I didn't even count) and turned and faced him - totally naked. I'm not sure whose jaw had dropped farther - his or mine. I thanked him and he headed toward the door. I tried to mumble some kind of apology. He turned towards me once more and said "There's no need to be embarrassed, Ma'am. You're gorgeous and you've made my day. If you need anything, just call room service and ask for Martin." He smiled and left. That's when I realized how hard my nipples were - and so clearly visible. I was a bundle of emotions - from excited and scared to horny. Then I realized the curtains were still open. I walked over to close them. Four or five men walked by while I was trying to find the cord. They smiled real big and waved. By the time I sat down to eat, I was famished from everything that had happened. But his was just the beginning of what became a very exciting week. 

As I said, I was famished and lunch tasted so good. But I was thirsty for something other than water. I decided to set my tray outside the door and hope I heard the cart when it was picked up. I lay down on the bed and flipped through the channels on TV. There wasn't much on, so I settled on some old sit-coms. After about 45 minutes I finally checked outside the door. The cart had come and I didn't hear it. I really needed some caffeine by now. I bit the bullet and called room service: "May I speak to Martin?"

"Martin is off duty now. He'll be back tomorrow. Can anyone else help you?"

What's a girl to do? I thought for a moment and decided to suffer. Surely Celeste would be back soon. So I lay down on the bed again and watch some more lame TV. As I relaxed, I slipped into that place between awake and asleep. I let my fingers wander to that magic place and let them softly, gently move wherever they wanted. At some point I drifted off to sleep. And in my sleep I must have had some pretty sexy dreams, because I was really aroused when I woke up. It was a knock at the door woke me. This time I was alert enough I knew where I was and what predicament I was in. I picked up my towel and looked through the peep-hole, then threw the door open. I was excited, yet angry to see Celeste.

"What the hell did you think you were doing!? What if the place had caught on fire? I had to expose myself to room service. And God only knows how many people saw me through the window before I got the shades closed."

Celeste was smiling real big, almost laughing. "Yeah, you looked pretty sexy through the window. And Martin was really turned on." Celeste confessed to me that she hadn't even left the hotel except to get herself some lunch. And she confessed that Martin and his family were good friends of hers. She only saw them a few times a year, but he was certainly willing to do this favor for her. I didn't know whether to be angry, flattered, or horny. "So, can I get dressed now? Maybe we could go to the pool?" Then I realized the only thing Celeste was carrying was her purse and a small bag. 

"That's a good idea, Sheila. Here - here's a pair of panties and a t-shirt. You can't go to jail this way, but it'll be like having next to nothing on." She tossed these to me. 

I couldn't admit to myself, let alone her that so far this weekend was like a fantasy come true! I put them on and made a fuss. "Girlfriend, my boobs are showing through this t-shirt dry. It won't hide anything at all wet. And I don't dare bend over in these panties - they're a size too small - my whole ass would be on display." 

She didn't say a word. Instead she handed me my drivers license, pushed me out the door and toward the pool. I know we passed half a dozen men on the way to the pool. And I know they noticed me - their eyes burned into me. At the pool Celeste settled into the hot-tub. "Come on in, Sheila - the water's great." 

I leaned over and whispered - "It'll make my t-shirt see-through." 

Celeste replied "While you're in the water, no one will know." She had a good point, so I slid into the water with her. 

We got to talking and I kind of forgot about my situation. We brought each other up to date on what had been happening. After 15 or 20 minutes of conversation, Celeste got out of the water (she looked fine in her one-piece suit, too!) and commented that since it was pushing 6 p.m. she was going to go to the room and order us some pizza for dinner. I told her I'd join her soon, enjoying the relaxed sensation. I stayed another 10 or 15 minutes, and then got out. And yes, it was as if I had nothing on. I dried the best I could, held the towel in front of me, picked up my id and headed for our room. I knocked on the door - no answer. I knocked again - still no answer. Now what do I do? I've locked my key in the room, Celeste isn't in there. I went back to the pool to sit in the water and wait. But it had become uncomfortably crowded, especially for my attire. I did the only other thing I knew to do - I headed for the lobby to get a replacement key. When I turned the corner to the lobby I froze. There had to be 2 or 3 dozen men and just a few women there. I had no idea what was going on, but I couldn't walk out there like this, even holding a towel in front of me. I turned and high-tailed it back to my room and pounded on the door. Still there was no answer. 

After surveying my options: stand in the hall and wait for God knows how long; go to the pool and put my body on display; or stand in line in the lobby for (hopefully) a short period of time. I finally settled on option 3. I mustered up all the courage I had, and walked purposefully into the lobby. I got in line (about 5 people ahead of me), holding my towel in front of me, suspecting that anyone could see my butt right through my panties. I felt eyes on me from all directions. And it seemed I was in the slowest moving line. After what seemed like hours, but was really about 10 minutes, I was next. I explained to the gentleman (yes, it had to be all men working the counter that night) that I had locked my key in my room. He took my ID, looked at it, did something on his computer, and then looked at it again. "Ms. Carney, I'm sorry but I don't find any reservations under your name." 

"It's under Celeste Buck." 

He looked under that name. "Yes, here it is, but since the room isn't in your name, I can't issue a key to you." 

I thought I was going to explode from a combination of anger, embarrassment, and fear. 

"I can call the room and see of Ms. Buck is there." 

I was just about to answer when I heard Celeste speaking very loudly: "Sheila! I've been looking all over for you." Then she giggled some. "Next time you slip out of the room, you really should get dressed. You've probably left several men with a little problem tonight." 

I couldn't believe she said such things so loud. I know my face was red again. But at least I was safe (or safer, anyway). I didn't want to admit it to her, but Celeste was getting me so turned on, I didn't know if I could wait much longer for release. And we hadn't masturbated together or had sex in so many years, I didn't know if she was open to the idea anymore. 

I was turning into putty in her hands. She led me, ever so slowly and the long way around, back to our room. Once there she told me how she had watched much of what I did. Then she told me to undress, that she had one more surprise for the night. I had no idea what it might be, but I was ready to find out. I was game. 

We had visited just enough that I knew our friendship was still as solid as ever. Celeste, still fully clothed in contrast to my nakedness, came up to me and gave me a big, reassuring hug. Then she whispered in my ear. "Remember what we did to Sally on prom night?" I shivered - we had stripped her, tied her to her bed, and left her to be found by whomever might have walked in. Fortunately for her, it was her roommates that found her. 

"Yes, I do." 

"Well, I'm going to be here with you for most of the time, but I have a bit of a surprise to go along with it. Do you trust me?" 

I nodded, us still embracing. She loosened her hug and led me toward the bed. She lay me down on top of all the covers so there would be no way to cover me up (except towels again). Then she ever so gently but securely tied my arms, then my legs to the four corners of the bed. I wanted sex so bad right then that I would have done anything! 

"Now, sis, I want you to go through a little endurance test for me." She reached into her purse and pulled out a vibrator. She turned it on the lowest setting there was and slowly, gently ran it over my lower lips, easing it into me. She made sure it was where she wanted it, then let go of it and left it in me. But I needed so much more for relief! 

"Celeste, what are you going to do?" 

I hadn't any more than asked the question but she had picked up the phone, dialed a number, and held it to my ear. As the phone was ringing on the other end, she said "Order some pizza for us." 

It was so difficult to concentrate, but somehow I managed to order a large pizza and a two liter of pop. 

Then Celeste smiled at me. She went over to the sliding glass door and opened the shades. Then she walked to the main door. "I'll be back soon. The cash for the pizza is on the table. I'll leave the door so the delivery person can get in." With that, Celeste swung the bar back on the door letting it close but not lock and walked out. Oh, how I wish the vibrator was running faster or that I could get my hands to myself! But Celeste had made sure my bindings were secure. The only thing I could do was concentrate on a fantasy world. But tonight I chose to relive the day's experiences: naked in the hotel room, see-through clothes at the pool, and standing in the lobby. And now I was where I had only dreamed of, only fantasized about - helpless and somehow starting to near an orgasm. But I needed more. I had probably been there about 15 minutes when the door opened. I looked up to see Celeste smiling at me. 

"Comfy?" 

I smiled at her the best I could. "I need more." 

"Poor thing" she replied. She did sit down in a chair beside the bed and begin idly playing with one of my nipples. It still wasn't quite enough. Oh, I was so close. 

Soon there was a knock on the door. Celeste hadn't flipped the hook back around yet, so she said "Come on in, it's open." Though so excited, I still saw the look on the deliveryman's face. He had walked into a hotel room where a big, fat woman was tied to the bed, a vibrator in her pussy, her nipples hard as rocks, and a gorgeous, nearly petite woman sitting there playing with her nipple. 

Celeste spoke: "You can put the pizza on the table. I think there's enough money there to cover the price and the tip. Let me know if that's enough." 

This man had to walk around the bed to get to the table. He sat the pizza down, picked up the cash and turned and faced us to count it. "Ma'am, this covers the price but it's not much of a tip." 

You could even hear disappointment in his voice. Celeste looked directly at him and responded matter-of-factly, almost sternly: "Well, if you think you're going to get some while you're here, you're wrong. She's mine and I'll be the one that decides when and where she has sex. Now, if I owe you more money, let me know. If not, and if you really have to have a more of a tip, you can play with her breasts for 45 seconds each."

I couldn't believe my ears! This was getting out of hand - I was scared now. What if he tried more and Celeste couldn't stop him? Celeste and he seemed to be in a staring contest. And as bad as I wanted an orgasm, I was scared. He got down on his knees beside on the opposite side the bed from Celeste, pulled my breast over to him, and started sucking on it hard. That got me so close! And I don't believe it was any 45 seconds before he let go and left our room. Celeste smiled at me. "Are you ready, Sheila?" 

I didn't know for sure what she meant, but I knew what I hoped she meant. "For what?" 

She smiled at me: "For relief." 

"Oh, god yes! Please make me cum!" 

Instead of reaching for me, Celeste reached for the phone. This time, to my surprise, she said she was going to call my husband. I'm sure question marks were in my eyes. "You're going to tell him you're masturbating and you want to hear his voice when you cum. You're not to tell him I'm here. If he asks, I'm out getting dinner. But I'm going to be the one that gets you off." Then she dialed the number and held the phone to my ear. For once I hoped he wasn't home. But sure enough, he was. 

The next few minutes were a combination of heaven and hell. I had to keep talking to my husband. I couldn't tell Celeste what I wanted. She'd get me right to the edge, playing with me and sucking on my nipples, then stop suddenly. When she finally did take me over the edge, I lost it. I tend to be loud when I cum, but I know people in every room around us had to hear me. And oh, what an orgasm it was!! My husband even asked several times if I was OK and what had made me cum so hard. I told him it was the fact that I was relaxed, in a hotel room, and didn't have to worry about any chores or interruptions from kids. We visited a minute before he asked if I was going to cum again. I told him I hoped I would a little later. We said our goodbyes and Celeste hung up the phone. 

Then she said "Sheila, I can't wait any longer." She stripped and pulled out another vibrator. She turned mine up on high, and then lay down beside me. She sucked on my nipples while she played with herself. It wasn't long until we were both in the throes of orgasm. And this was a 2nd intense one. I was drained. Celeste lay calmly beside me and turned my vibrator down. We were both feeling rather peaceful when there was a knock at the door. Celeste got up and put her blouse on which barely covered her. It was security. 


My Holiday Vacation Ch. 01



"Ladies, it's really none of our business what you do behind closed doors as long as it's legal. But the key phrase here is behind. You need to close your curtains before I leave the room or I'll have to arrest both of you for indecent exposure and lewd acts in sight of the public." 

Celeste had a big grin on her face as she turned and walked to the windows. She closed the curtains and thanked the security guard. He left, Celeste untied me and we had some pizza, neither of us bothering to get dressed. And try as I might, I never did get her to tell me if the curtains were left open on purpose or not. We both went to bed shortly after that. I had one of the best nights rest I had gotten in at least weeks, probably in months, possibly even in years. 

We fell asleep basically in each others arms. It was a very peaceful night's sleep, too. We awoke around 8:30 Sunday morning. I still didn't have any luggage from the airline and they had not yet contacted me. Celeste had taken pity on me without my knowing it. She had washed the clothes I had worn on the flight while she had left me naked in the room on Saturday. The only clothes I had was my dress, my panties (that I had worn in the hot tub Saturday evening) and the t-shirt she had purchased for me. So, I pulled the t-shirt on and she dressed. She ordered room service for us for breakfast and we began to discuss the plans for the day.

I told Celeste I hated to wait around all day for luggage, but I only had a toothbrush and deodorant with me. We decided if the airline hadn't called by 11:00 a.m., we'd head to Wal-Mart, I'd get just a few things then we'd go on to her place. Then when the airline did contact us, we'd just have to make a special trip to the city. I really didn't want to buy a bunch of clothes, but I wasn't sure what else to do. You should understand that Celeste lives about a 3 hour drive from the airport. We did a lot of visiting after breakfast. Checkout time was 11:30 a.m. and it was approaching 11:00. I was anxious to get out of the hotel. We looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders. "I guess I'll go shopping at Wally World" I said. So I pulled off my t-shirt and put on my dress and panties. 

Celeste told me not to worry, that everything would work out OK. I knew it would, too. But I hated the thought of having to buy stuff I already had. 

Martin walked by as we were checking out. I think I blushed the second I saw him. But he came over to us and visited for a few minutes. It seemed really strange to be visiting with a man that about 24 hours before had seen me totally naked. I wanted to ask him what he really thought, but I was way too shy. In fact, I let Celeste do all the talking. She mentioned having a BBQ on Saturday. He said he thought he and his wife could make it. I didn't think any more about it. We finished checking out (no luggage to carry to the car) and headed to Wal-Mart. As we pulled in the parking lot, Celeste told me not to worry about buying much. She said that she would help me take care of things. I wasn't sure what that meant, but I've always trusted her and she's never let me down. She may have embarrassed me a time or two and she may have done things in unconventional ways, but she always came through for me. 

We found a pair of shorts and a blouse that went with it. The blouse was really a size too small, but it was on clearance and I was trying to watch my spending real close. "This way I can get a swim suit, too." I commented. 

But Celeste told me not to worry about that, that she had it covered. I started to the lingerie section to get a couple pairs of panties when Celeste leaned over and whispered to me "I dare you to go without panties all week." 

I must admit I was a bit surprised, but it sounded kind of exciting. And it would save me a bit of money. She must have seen the wheels in my head turning, because she leaned over again: "And you won't need anything to sleep in - you have the t-shirt I got you." 

She was right, So with a couple of personal items, a pair of shorts, and a blouse in the cart we headed for the checkout. 

We visited while Celeste made our way out of town. Once out of the main part of the city, we were laughing about some of the things we'd done in the past. Then I asked her "Celeste, you've got such a great body, have you ever showed it off?" 

Her reply was something like this: "Celeste, sometimes when I'm driving to or from the city alone, I'll pull off on a side road, strip, and put my clothes under the seat." 

I looked at her really surprised. I knew from my last visit that on this drive there were 2 or 3 small towns where you had to stop at stoplights. But I also knew that in her area, she could drive almost to her door and probably get out of the car and walk into her house naked and no one would be able to see. I smiled an evil smile and looked at her. "Yeah, as long as your clothes are in reach, you're fine aren't you? I bet you'd never put your clothes in the trunk for such a trip though!" Well, I had underestimated my friend again. 

"I will if you will." I think my jaw dropped because Celeste giggled a little and asked "What's wrong? Can't you do it?" 

Well, I had issued the challenge. I felt like I had to go through with it. "Pull off the road and let's see." 

I kind of hoped she was bluffing. But she pulled off on a side road, got out and went to the back of the car. I just sat there a minute, but then got out and went to see if she was undressing. She was down to her panties. 

"Well?" she asked me. I couldn't back out now. 

I took my dress off while she took her panties off. We threw them in the trunk at about the same time. I should mention that our bag from Wal-Mart was in the trunk, too. There was nothing in the passenger area of the car to cover up with!

The first few miles of driving like that I tried to hunch over every time a truck was even near us, let alone beside or passing us. Celeste just laughed at me. After about 30 to 45 minutes, I was almost as relaxed as I had been in the hotel room that morning. I have to admit that I was a bit nervous as we went through the towns. But I don't think anyone even noticed. In fact, I'm not sure what few people were outside even looked up when we drove by. 

When we were just a few miles from her house, I found a chance to change the subject: "Celeste, should we stop and get our clothes out?" I had suspected she might say no. And I guess I was ready for it if she did. 

"Sis, none of my neighbors are supposed to be home today. So we're not stopping 'till we get there. And if they are home, well, they'll just get an eyeful, won't they?" 

There was something in her voice that was relaxed and reassuring. I can't say I was really nervous, but I was, let me call it anxious. We pulled in her drive about 4:30. She pulled to the side of the house. She had already told me that her husband wasn't going to be home until late that night. So when Celeste got out of the car, I did too. I walked towards the trunk but she walked towards the door. It scared me a bit at first, but she unlocked the door then tossed me the keys. "I gotta pee bad!" she said. So I quickly (I was still anxious) grabbed our things, closed the trunk and went inside. 

We settled in and I started to get my shorts out. "Sis, there's no need to get dressed. It's just you and me. And I'm not getting dressed till I have to." 

I didn't want to tell her, but this was music to my ears. When we were in college, unless someone else was in the room with us, we were usually naked. It wasn't sexual (at least not all the time), but rather that we just preferred to not wear clothes. I had shared with Celeste in some emails that at times I missed going nude most of the time as we had in our dorm room at college and she had remembered this. But for now we settled in, visited, basically just kicked back and relaxed. 

Celeste had planned ahead and had dinner in a crock pot. It was getting close to time for her husband, Charlie to get home. I said something about the time. Celeste grinned at me like the cat that had eaten the canary. "I've got an idea I think you'll love." When she shared it with me, she was right - I loved it, yet dreaded it in some ways. It turned out to be what she had in mind way back at Wal-Mart. And I wouldn't need much in the way of clothes this week if this worked!!

What she had proposed excited and scared me at the same time. But if I was ever going to try it, now was the time. So Celeste put her plan into action:

I slipped my dress on, nothing else. We went to her neighbor on the North side of the house. The couple looked to be in their 50's. Both husband and wife were there. Now Celeste and her family have always been quite neighborly. She introduced me. They chatted about different little things going on around the area. Then Celeste told them the reason for the evenings visit. She said something like this: "I wanted to check with you about something so as not to cause trouble. You see, Sheila and I have known each other since our senior year in high school. And she's a nudist. Now a lot of people have a big misunderstanding about that lifestyle. She doesn't go around having sex with anyone and anything she sees. She just prefers not to wear clothes. I told her that it's fine to go without clothes inside, but we'd need to check with our neighbors before she did so outside. Will it bother you if she doesn't wear clothes while she visits?" 

The two of them looked at me, at each other, then at Celeste. Finally, Mrs. Long spoke up. "Well, Celeste, Sheila. It won't bother us if it is as you say." 

Deep down I think that's the answer I wanted to hear, yet I knew this man (who had a slight smile on his face now) and woman would sooner or later see me naked this week. Celeste looked at me and said "There, Sheila, you have your answer. We just need to check with the Dobbins's now." 

I could tell from her tone of voice and look that this was my cue to speak. In as courageous of a voice as I could, I smiled and said "Thank you for understanding Mr. and Mrs. Long." 

Celeste then added "Thank you very much. And if it won't bother you, I may see how it feels too." 

Mrs. Long again reiterated that as long as there wasn't any sex going on outside, it was OK. There was some more chit-chat between Celeste and them, then we said goodbye. My heart was pounding faster than I think it ever had.

We walked to the South, past Celeste's house to the other neighbor. (I should mention that there are no houses on the other side of the street. And with trees, fences, and bends in the lake behind the house like they are, there's no way the people on the other side of either of Celeste's neighbors could accidentally see her back yard.) 

Mr. & Mrs. Dobbins were sitting on their back porch. Celeste had me follow her around to meet them. The speech was much like it had been at the Long's. There was no hesitation here, though. When Celeste asked "Will it bother you if she doesn't wear clothes while she visits?" this couple, probably in their late 40's, both said "no" at the same time. Celeste replied something like "Thank you for understanding. We've already spoken to Mr. & Mrs. Long. They're fine with it, too. And I may join Sheila from time to time this week." 

Then Celeste looked me straight in the eye. "Well, Sis, you can take your dress off now if you want." 

I think my cheeks went dark red. I tried to calmly state "I don't make it a habit of undressing in front of other people." But it came out more like "Uhhh, ohh, OK. Should I go ahead?" 

Celeste smiled real big at me. Mrs. Dobbins said "Yeah, go ahead. We don't mind a bit." 

I could hardly believe what I did - I stood right there on their back deck and took my dress off. Celeste and they chatted for a few moments longer. Then we said goodnight and headed for home. 

Celeste was helping me make fantasies a reality. I wasn't sure I could do it. But with her prodding and encouragement, I was doing things I never thought would happen. My next big test would come in about 15 minutes. Celeste handed me a magazine to read while she was setting the table for dinner. She told me the next part of her plan: when Charlie came in the back door, I was to be engrossed in my magazine article and not hear him. She would lead him into the living room. (Keep in mind I've been friends with these people as long as I've known them.) She would clear her throat - that would be my cue to look up, see Charlie, jump up and give him a big bear hug - hopefully all before he could say anything about my dress. Or should I say absence thereof. 

Boy, does Celeste know her husband. It worked like a charm. He didn't get to say a thing before we were hugging each other like old friends should. Celeste even managed to speak first. "Charlie, the airline lost Sheila's luggage. All she has to wear is a dress, a pair of shorts and a top. But she told me too that at home when the kids aren't there, she goes naked all the time. So I told her that's fine, she can here too. We've even checked with the neighbors and they're fine with it." 

Talk about taking the bull by the horns! What could Charlie say now? He looked at her, then at me. "Well, Sheila, I guess that's OK with me. Just, uhhh,...I'm afraid..." 

I interrupted him "What, Charlie? What are you afraid of?" 

Celeste jumped in. "Sweetie, if you're afraid you'll have a hard on all the time, don't worry about it. It's natural if you're not used seeing such beauty constantly." 

I giggled.

Yes, it was awkward at first. But let me tell you that the rest of the week was liberating. I didn't have to worry about what to wear, what people thought or about being "properly covered". I didn't' even have to worry about laundry! Celeste and I spent a good part of our Sunday evening sitting outside visiting. And Monday morning Celeste decided to join me as a nudist. The neighbor's seemed to always be doing some kind of yard work that day. 

While nothing quite as sexual as the weekend at the hotel happened, the rest of the week did have its interesting parts. In fact, for the most part, the week was uneventful compared to what the weekend had been like. The daily routine for me was to get up, shower and have breakfast with Celeste. By the time I got up, Charlie had already left for work, so the two of us would visit until lunch time. A lot of times in the afternoon we'd sit outside. The neighbors came over to visit regularly. What surprised me was that the women seemed as interested in sitting with us as the men. One or the other of the ladies would come over for a few minutes just about every day. There Celeste and I would be sitting, naked and they would be fully clothed. Of course the men came over too, but usually at different times from their wives. It was really kind of cute they way they tried to steal glances at us.

The evenings were kind of fun. Charlie had to work Monday through Friday. He'd get home around 5:30 in the evening. And every evening when he did, there were his wife and I both sitting around naked. Sometimes we were inside, sometimes outside. Charlie's really modest. It didn't take a lot to make him blush. So we had some fun with that, but sparingly. I sure didn't want to get kicked out! Monday and Tuesday we went really mild on him. Tuesday night I could hear Celeste and Charlie, though greatly muffled, having quite the time if you know what I mean. I lay there listening, playing idly with myself, kind of wishing it were me, yet feeling so relaxed that I didn't care a lot.

Wednesday morning Celeste had a glow about her - the glow that says "I just had the best lay that I've had in months and I want the world to know how sexy I am." Our routine during the day was pretty much the same. But the evening took something of a turn! Now if you're anxious to hear about me getting laid, forget it. It didn't happen all week. This wasn't about swinging or cheating, but about being a nudist. Yes, Celeste and I have our fun when we can, but I'd never, ever do anything to hurt her - and Charlie's her man. Anyway, Charlie got home right on time that evening. (Celeste told me late in the week that he got home earlier this week than he had in a long, long time.) Celeste and I were sitting in the living room. Charlie started to the bedroom to change clothes when Celeste spoke: "Charlie, did you mean what you told me last night about Sheila and me being two of the sexiest women you've seen?" 

Charlie looked like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. "Yes, sweetie, I did." 

"Well, Sheila and I think you're one mighty sexy man." (She and I had discussed this a few times, and not just this week.) 

Charlie, blushing slightly: "Thank you." 

Celeste: "So, Charlie, you need to join us tonight." 

Charlie: "What do you mean?" 

Celeste: "You know what I mean. Go hang your suit up and don't bother to put anything else on." 

Charlie: "I couldn't. I mean, it's...uh..." He was stumbling for words. It was real obvious he wanted to, but was really nervous. "well...it's not so obvious when one of you are excited. I mean..."

Celeste interrupted him. "Charlie, we're not going to make fun of you if you get an erection. We may smile, but to us, that's flattery. You've looked at us every chance you've had for the last two nights. And I'll say that you felt REAL good last night. But poor Sheila here has only seen me." (I'll confess that that was a treat in and of itself to me, but I didn't' say anything at the time.) "So do this for me: Go to the bedroom, take off your suit and hang it up. Take off all the rest of your clothes, and come on back in here. OK?" 

Celeste's tone reminded me of a mother giving directions to a child. And Charlie had no other arguments. It wasn't long before he slowly came back into the living room. As bad as I wanted to whistle and laugh, just to torment him some, since Celeste had promised we wouldn't, I didn't. But if he used his body very well at all, I know why Celeste had that look on her face in the morning!

Needless to say, Charlie was erect, too. (And it was all I could do to keep from staring.) We sat around and visited. Celeste and I worked to talk about anything we could other than clothes and sex. And it wasn't that difficult. About 6:30 or so, Celeste picked up the phone and dialed. Neither she nor I had started fixing anything for dinner, so she ordered delivery. You're probably expecting some wild tale about the driver or sex, but it didn't happen. It's difficult to see into the living room from the front door of their house - possible but difficult. When dinner arrived, Celeste slipped on a t-shirt that fell below her cheeks (but just barely) and went to the door. I kept visiting with Charlie, trying to keep his mind (and mine) off of his member. We had dinner, visited a bit, and watched a movie. Charlie usually went to bed before we did. When he did, I heard Celeste tell him "Tomorrow night you'll just automatically change into your birthday suit, won't you?" I couldn't help giggling to myself. 

On Thursday and Friday evening Charlie did just that, too. Both of those evenings Celeste and I cooked a couple of his different favorite dishes. I know I've said it a couple of times, but this was one of the most relaxing, liberating weeks of my life! And I got to see eye-candy daily! Friday evening we stayed up late watching some crazy movie. Around 1:30 a.m. it went off and another one came on. I thought I was game to watch it, but Charlie and Celeste were ready for bed. (I'm not sure if they were ready for sleep.) So I laid down on the couch to watch the next movie. Well, I fell asleep there. And I slept good. 

I'll tell you all about Saturday when I get a chance, but it was much different than the week had been!!!



My Holiday Vacation Ch. 02



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You'll need to read part I for the details of how I got to this point. Just to bring you up to speed, my best friend from college, Celeste, has left me in a motel room with absolutely nothing to wear and no way to go anywhere. I didn't have any idea of when she would be back. And to top it off, I've just exposed all my assets to Martin, who delivered my lunch. 

I was famished and lunch tasted so good. But I was thirsty for something other than water. I decided to set my tray outside the door and hope I heard the cart when it was picked up. I lay down on the bed and flipped through the channels on TV. There wasn't much on, so I settled on some old sit-coms. After about 45 minutes I finally checked outside the door. The cart had come and I didn't hear it. I really needed some caffeine by now. I bit the bullet and called room service: "May I speak to Martin?"

"Martin is off duty now. He'll be back tomorrow. Can anyone else help you?"

What's a girl to do? I thought for a moment and decided to suffer. Surely Celeste would be back soon. So I lay down on the bed again and watch some more lame TV. As I relaxed, I slipped into that place between awake and asleep. I let my fingers wonder to that magic place and let them softly, gently wander where ever they wanted. At some point I drifted off to sleep. And in my sleep I must have had some pretty sexy dreams, because I was really aroused when I woke up. It was a knock at the door woke me. This time I was alert enough I knew where I was and what predicament I was in. I picked up my towel and looked through the peep-hole, then threw the door open. I was excited, yet angry to see Celeste.

"What the hell did you think you were doing!? What if the place had caught on fire? I had to expose myself to room service. And God only knows how many people saw me through the window before I got the shades closed."

Celeste was smiling real big, almost laughing. "Yeah, you looked pretty sexy through the window. And Martin was really turned on." Celeste confessed to me that she hadn't even left the hotel except to get herself some lunch. And she confessed that Martin and his family were good friends of hers. She only saw them a few times a year, but he was certainly willing to do this favor for her. 

I didn't know whether to be angry, flattered, or horny. "So, can I get dressed now? Maybe we could go to the pool?" Then I realized the only thing Celeste was carrying was her purse and a small bag. 

"That's a good idea, Sheila. Here - here's a pair of panties and a t-shirt. You can't go to jail this way, but it'll be like having next to nothing on." She tossed these to me. 

I couldn't admit to myself, let alone her that so far this weekend was like a fantasy come true! I put them on and made a fuss. "Girlfriend, my boobs are showing through this t-shirt dry. It won't hide anything at all wet. And I don't dare bend over in these panties - they're a size too small - my whole ass would be on display." 

She didn't say a word. Instead she handed my my drivers license, pushed me out the door and toward the pool. I know we passed half a dozen men on the way to the pool. And I know they noticed me - their eyes burned into me. At the pool Celeste settled into the hot-tub. "Come on in, Sheila - the water's great." 

I leaned over and whispered - "It'll make my t-shirt see-through." 

Celeste replied "While you're in the water, no one will know." She had a good point, so I slid into the water with her. 

We got to talking and I kind of forgot about my situation. We brought each other up to date on what had been happening. After 15 or 20 minutes of conversation, Celeste got out of the water (she looked fine in her one-piece suit, too!) and commented that since it was pushing 6 p.m. she was going to go to the room and order us some pizza for dinner. I told her I'd join her soon, enjoying the relaxed sensation. I stayed another 10 or 15 minutes, then got out. And yes, it was as if I had nothing on. I dried the best I could, held the towel in front of me, picked up my id and headed for our room. I knocked on the door - no answer. I knocked again - still no answer. Now what do I do? I've locked my key in the room, Celeste isn't in there. 

I went back to the pool and to sit in the water and wait. But it had become uncomfortably crowded, especially for my attire. I did the only other thing I knew to do - I headed for the lobby to get a replacement key. When I turned the corner to the lobby I froze. There had to be 2 or 3 dozen men there. I had no idea what was going on, but I couldn't walk out there like this, even holding a towel in front of me. I turned and high-tailed it back to my room and pounded on the door. Still no answer. 

After surveying my options: stand in the hall and wait for God knows how long; go to the pool and put my body on display; or stand in line in the lobby for (hopefully) a short period of time. I finally settled on option 3. I mustered up all the courage I had, and walked purposefully into the lobby. I got in line (about 5 people ahead of me), holding my towel in front of me, suspecting that anyone could see my butt right through my panties. I felt eyes on me from all directions. And it seemed I was in the slowest moving line. After what seemed like hours, but was really about 10 minutes, I was next. I explained to the gentleman (yes, it had to be all men working the counter that night) that I had locked my key in my room. He took my ID, looked at it, did something on his computer, looked at it again. "Ms. Cxxxxx, I'm sorry but I don't find any reservations under your name." 

"It's under Celeste Bxxxxxx." 

He looked under that name. "Yes, here it is, but since the room isn't in your name, I can't issue a key to you." 

I thought I was going to explode from a combination of anger, embarrassment, and fear. 

"I can call the room and see of Ms. Bxxxxxx is there." 

I was just about to answer when I heard Celeste speaking very loudly: "Sheila! I've been looking all over for you." Then she giggled some. "Next time you slip out of the room, you really should get dressed. You've probably left several men with a little problem tonight." 

I couldn't believe she said such things so loud. I know my face was red again. But at least I was safe (or safer, anyway). I didn't want to admit it to her, but Celeste was getting me so turned on, I didn't know if I could wait much longer for release. And we hadn't masturbated together or had sex in so many years, I didn't know if she was open to the idea anymore. I was turning into putty in her hands. She led me, ever so slowly and the long way around, back to our room. Once there she told me how she had watched much of what I did. Then she told me to undress, that she had one more surprise for the night. I had no idea what it might be, but I was ready to find out.



My Holiday Vacation Ch. 03



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You'll need to read parts I & II for the details of how I got to this point. Just to bring you up to speed, my best friend from college, Celeste, has me in a motel room with nothing but panties and a bra to wear. She's asked me to take those off. And she just told me she had one more surprise for me for the night.

I was game. We had visited just enough that I knew our friendship was still as solid as ever. Celeste, still fully clothed in contrast to my nakedness, came up to me and gave me a big, reassuring hug. Then she whispered in my ear. "Remember what we did to Sally on prom night?" 

I shivered - we had stripped her, tied her to her bed, and left her to be found by whomever might have walked in. Fortunately for her, it was her roommates that found her. 

"Yes, I do." 

"Well, I'm going to be here with you for most of the time, but I have a bit of a surprise to go along with it. Do you trust me?" 

I nodded, us still embracing each other. She loosened her hug and led me toward the bed. She lay me down on top of all the covers so there would be no way to cover me up (except towels again). Then she ever so gently but securely tied my arms, then my legs to the four corners of the bed. I wanted sex so bad right then that I would have done anything! 

"Now, sis, I want you to go through a little endurance test for me." She reached into her purse and pulled out a vibrator. She turned it on the lowest setting there was and slowly, gently ran it over my lower lips, easing it into me. She made sure it was where she wanted it, then let go of it and left it in me. I needed so much more for relief! 

"Celeste, what are you going to do?" I hadn't any more than asked the question but she had picked up the phone, dialed a number, and held it to my ear. 

As the phone was ringing on the other end, she said "Order some pizza for us." 

It was so difficult to concentrate, but somehow I managed to order a large pizza and a two liter of pop. 

Then Celeste smiled at me. She went over to the sliding glass door and opened the shades. Then she walked to the main door. "I'll be back soon. The cash for the pizza is on the table. I'll leave the door so the delivery person can get in." 

With that, Celeste swung the bar back on the door letting close but not lock and walked out. Oh, how I wish the vibrator was running faster. Or if I could only get my hands to myself. But Celeste had made sure my bindings were secure. The only thing I could do was concentrate on a fantasy world. But tonight I chose to relive the days experiences: naked in the hotel room, see-through clothes at the pool, and standing in the lobby. And now I was where I had only dreamed of, only fantasized about - helpless and somehow starting to near an orgasm. But I needed more. I had probably been there about 15 minutes when the door opened. I looked up to see Celeste smiling at me. 

"Comfy?" she asked smugly.

I smiled at her the best I could. "I need more." 

"Poor thing" she replied. But she sat down in a chair beside the bed and began idly playing with one of my nipples. It still wasn't quite enough. Oh, I was so close. 

Soon there was a knock on the door. Celeste hadn't flipped the hook back around yet, so she said "Come on in, it's open." 

I was so excited, but I still remember the look on the delivery man's face. He had walked into a hotel room where a big, fat woman was tied to the bed, a vibrator in her pussy, her nipples hard as rocks, and a gorgeous, nearly petite woman sitting there playing with her nipple. 

Celeste spoke: "You can put the pizza on the table. I think there's enough money there to cover the price and the tip. Let me know if that's enough." 

This man had to walk around the bed to get to the table. He sat the pizza down, picked up the cash and turned and faced us to count it. 

"Ma'am, this covers the price but it's not much of a tip." You could even hear disappointment in his voice. 

Celeste looked directly at him and responded matter-of-factly, almost sternly: "Well, if you think you're going to get some while you're here, you're wrong. She's mine and I'll be the one that decides when and where she has sex. Now, if I owe you more money, let me know. If not, and if you really have to have a more of a tip, you can play with her breasts for 45 seconds each."

I couldn't believe my ears! This was getting out of hand - I was scared now. What if he tried more, and Celeste couldn't stop him. Celeste and he seemed to be in a staring contest. And as bad as I wanted an orgasm, I was scared. He got down on his knees on the opposite side the bed from Celeste, pulled my breast over to him, and started sucking on it hard. That got me so close! And I know it wasn't any 45 seconds before he let go and left our room. 

Celeste smiled at me. "Are you ready, Sheila?" 

I didn't know for sure what she meant, but I knew what I hoped she meant. "For what?" 

She smiled at me: "For relief." 

"Oh, god yes! Please make me cum!" 

Instead of reaching for me, Celeste reached for the phone. This time, to my surprise, she said she was going to call my husband. I'm sure question marks were in my eyes. 

"You're going to tell him you're masturbating and you want to hear his voice when you cum. You're not to tell him I'm here. If he asks, I'm out getting dinner. But I'm going to be the one that gets you off." Then she dialed the number and held the phone to my ear. For once I hoped he wasn't home. But sure enough, he was. 

The next few minutes was a combination of heaven and hell. I had to keep talking to my husband. I couldn't tell Celeste what I wanted. She'd get me right to the edge, playing with me and sucking on my nipples, then stop suddenly. When she finally did take me over the edge, I lost it. I tend to be loud when I cum, but I know people in every room around us had to hear me this time. And oh, what an orgasm it was!! My husband even asked several times if I was OK and what had made me cum so hard. I told him it was the fact that I was relaxed, in a hotel room, and didn't have to worry about any chores or interruptions from kids. We visited a minute before he asked if I was going to cum again. I told him I hoped I would a little later. We said our goodbyes and Celeste hung up the phone. 

Then she said "Sheila, I can't wait any longer." She stripped and pulled out another vibrator. She turned mine up on high, then lay down beside me. She sucked on my nipples while she played with herself. It wasn't long until we were both in the throes of orgasm. And my 2nd one was more intense. I was drained. Celeste lay calmly beside me and turned my vibrator down. 

We were both feeling rather peaceful when there was a knock at the door. Celeste got up and put her blouse on. (It covered her, but barely.) It was security. 

"Ladies, it's really none of our business what you do behind closed doors as long as it's legal. But the key phrase here is behind. You need to close your curtains before I leave the room or I'll have to arrest both of you for indecent exposure and lewd acts in public view." 

Celeste had a big grin on her face as she turned and walked to the windows. She closed the curtains and thanked the security guard. He left, Celeste untied me and we had some pizza, neither of us bothering to get dressed. We both went to bed shortly after that. I had one of the best nights rest I had gotten in at lest weeks, probably in months, possibly even in years. 

The following week wasn't nearly as intense as the weekend, but there were plenty of surprise yet in store. I'll try to continue later. Watch for part IV!!



My Holiday Vacation Ch. 04



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You'll need to read parts I - III for the details of how I got to this point. Just to bring you up to speed, my best friend from college, Celeste, has spent the weekend with me in a motel room and helped me have one of the best orgasms I've had in a long time. We fell asleep basically in each others arms. It was a very peaceful night's sleep, too. We awoke around 8:30 Sunday morning. I still didn't have any luggage from the airline and they had not yet contacted me. Celeste had taken pity on me and washed the clothes I had worn on the flight while she had left me naked in the room on Saturday. The only clothes I had was my dress, my panties (that I had worn in the hot tub Saturday evening) and the t-shirt she had purchased for me. So, I pulled the t-shirt on and she dressed. She ordered room service for us for breakfast and we began to discuss the plans for the day.

I told Celeste I hated to wait around all day for luggage, but I only had a toothbrush and deodorant with me. We decided if the airline hadn't called by 11:00 a.m., we'd head to Walmart, I'd get just a few things then we'd go on to her place. Then when the airline did contact us, we'd just have to make a special trip to the city. I really didn't want to buy a bunch of clothes, but I wasn't sure what else to do. You should understand that Celeste lives about a 3 hour drive from the airport. We did a lot of visiting after breakfast. Checkout time was 11:30 a.m. and it was approaching 11:00. I was anxious to get out of the hotel. We looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders. 

"I guess I'll go shopping at Wally World" I said. So I pulled off my t-shirt and put on my dress and panties. 

Celeste told me not to worry, that everything would work out OK. I knew it would, too. But I hated the thought of having to buy stuff I already had. 

As we were checking out, Martin walked by. I think I blushed the second I saw him. But he came over to us and visited for a few minutes. It seemed really strange to be visiting with a man that about 24 hours before had seen me totally naked. I wanted to ask him what he really thought, but I was way too shy. In fact, I let Celeste do all the talking. She mentioned having a bar-b-que on Saturday. He said he thought he and his wife could make it. I didn't think any more about it. 

We finished checking out (no luggage to carry to the car) and headed to Walmart. As we pulled in the parking lot, Celeste told me not to worry about buying much, that she would help me take care of things. I wasn't sure what that meant, but I've always trusted her and she's never let me down. She may have embarrassed me a time or two and she may have done things in unconventional ways, but she always came through for me. 

We found a pair of shorts and a blouse that went with it. The blouse was really a size too small, but it was on clearance and I was trying to watch my spending real close. "This way I can get a swim suit, too." I commented. But Celeste told me not to worry about that, that she had it covered. 

I started to the lingerie section to get a couple pairs of panties when Celeste leaned over and whispered to me "I dare you to go without panties all week." 

I must admit I was a bit surprised, but it sounded kind of exciting. And it would save me a bit of money. She must have seen the wheels in my head turning, because she leaned over again: "And you won't need anything to sleep in - you have the t-shirt I got you." She was right, So with a couple of personal items, a pair of shorts, and a blouse in the cart we headed for the checkout. 

We visited in the car while Celeste made our way out of town. Once out of the main part of the city, we were laughing about some of the things we'd done in the past. Then I asked her: "Celeste, you've got such a great body, have you ever shown it off?" 

Her reply was something like this: "Sheila, sometimes when I'm driving to or from the city alone, I'll pull off on a side road, strip, and put my clothes under the seat." 

I looked at her really surprised. I knew from my last visit that on this drive there were 2 or 3 small towns where you had to stop at stoplights. But I also knew that in her area, she could drive almost to her door and probably get out of the car and walk into her house naked and no one would be able to see. I smiled an evil smile and looked at her. 

"Yeah, as long as your clothes are in reach, you're fine aren't you? I bet you'd never put your clothes in the trunk for such a trip though!" 

Well, I had underestimated my friend again. "I will if you will." she said matter-of-factly.

I think my jaw dropped because Celeste giggled a little and asked "What's wrong, can't do it?" 

Well, I had issued the challenge. I felt like I had to go through with it. "Pull off the road and let's see." 

I kind of hoped she was bluffing. But she pulled off on a side road, got out and went to the back of the car. I just sat there a minute, but then got out and went to see if she was undressing. She was down to her panties. 

"Well?" she asked me. 

I couldn't back out now. I took my dress off while she took her panties off. We threw them in the trunk at about the same time. I should mention that our bag from Walmart was in the trunk, too. There was nothing in the passenger area of the car to cover up with!

The first few miles of driving like that I tried to hunch over every time a truck was even near us, let alone beside or passing us. Celeste just laughed at me. After about 30 to 45 minutes, I was almost as relaxed as I had been in the hotel room that morning. I have to admit that I was a bit nervous as we went through the towns. But I don't think anyone even noticed. In fact, I'm not sure what few people were outside even looked up when we drove by. 

When we were just a few miles from her house, I found a chance to change the subject: "Celeste, should we stop and get our clothes out?" 

I had suspected she might say no. And I guess I was ready for it if she did. "Sis, none of my neighbors are supposed to be home today. So we're not stopping 'till we get there. And if they are home, well, they'll just get an eyeful, won't they?" 

There was something in her voice that was relaxed and reassuring. I can't say I was really nervous, but I was, let me call it anxious. 

We pulled in her drive about 4:30. She pulled to the side of the house. She had already told me that her husband wasn't going to be home until late that night. So when Celeste got out of the car, I did too. I walked towards the trunk but she walked towards the door. It scared me a bit at first, but she unlocked the door then tossed me the keys. "I gotta pee bad!" she said. So I quickly (I was still anxious) grabbed our things, closed the trunk and went inside. 

We settled in and I started to get my shorts out. "Sis, there's no need to get dressed. It's just you and me. And I'm not getting dressed till I have to." 

I didn't want to tell her, but this was music to my ears. When we were in college, unless someone else was in the room with us, we were usually naked. It wasn't sexual (at least not all the time), but rather that we just preferred to not wear clothes. So, we settled in, visited, basically just kicked back and relaxed.  

Celeste had planned ahead and had dinner in a crock pot. It was getting close to time for her husband, Charlie to get home. I said something about the time. 

Celeste grinned at me like the cat that had eaten the canary. "I've got an idea I think you'll love." 

When she shared it with me, she was right - I loved it, yet dreaded it in someways. It turns out to be what she had in mind way back at Walmart. And I wouldn't need much in the way of clothes this week if this worked!!

I'll have to tell you about it in part V. But let's just say that it was a delightfully carefree week.



My Holiday Vacation Ch. 05



As I said in part IV, Celeste had planned ahead and had dinner in a crock pot. It was getting close to time for her husband, Charlie to get home. We were both sitting in her living room, completely naked. I said something about the time. Celeste grinned at me like the cat that had eaten the canary. "I've got an idea I think you'll love." When she shared it with me, she was right - I loved it, yet dreaded it in someways. It turns out to be what she had in mind several hours earlier when we were at Walmart. And if we went through with it, I wouldn't need much in the way of clothes this week!!

Celeste and I both had gone nude most of the time we were in our dorm room at college. I had shared with her in emails that I missed that feeling. What she had proposed excited and scared me at the same time. But if I was ever going to try it, now was the time. So Celeste put her plan into action:

I slipped my dress on, nothing else. We went to her neighbor on the North side of the house. The couple looked to be in their 50's. Both husband and wife were there. Now Celeste and her family have always been quite neighborly. She introduced me. They chatted about different little things going on around the area. Then Celeste told them the reason for the evenings visit. She said something like this: "I wanted to check with you about something so as not to cause trouble. You see, Sheila and I have known each other since our senior year in high school. And she's a nudist. Now a lot of people have a big misunderstanding about that lifestyle. She doesn't go around having sex with anyone and anything she sees. She just prefers not to wear clothes. I told her that it's fine to go without clothes inside, but we'd need to check with our neighbors before she did so outside. Will it bother you if she doesn't wear clothes while she visits?" 

The two of them looked at me, at each other, then at Celeste. Finally, Mrs. Long spoke up. "Well, Celeste, Sheila. It won't bother us if it is as you say." 

Deep down I think that's the answer I wanted to hear, yet I knew this man (who had a slight smile on his face now) and woman would sooner or later see me naked this week. 

Celeste looked at me and said "There, Sheila, you have your answer. We just need to check with the Dobbin's now." 

I could tell from her tone of voice and look that this was my cue to speak. In as courageous of a voice as I could, I smiled and said "Thank you for understanding Mr. and Mrs. Long." 

Celeste then added "Thank you very much. And if it won't bother you, I may see how it feels too." 

Mrs. Long again reiterated that as long as there wasn't a lot of sex going on outside, it was OK. There was some more chit-chat between Celeste and them, then we said goodbye. My heart was pounding faster than I think it ever had.

We walked to the South, past Celeste's house to the other neighbor. (I should mention that there are no houses on the other side of the street. And with trees, fences, and bends in the lake like they are, there's no way the people on the other side of either of Celeste's neighbors could accidentally see her back yard.) 

Mr. & Mrs. Dobbins. were sitting on their back porch. Celeste had me follow her around to meet them. The speech was much like it had been at the Long's. There was no hesitation here, though. When Celeste asked "Will it bother you if she doesn't wear clothes while she visits?" this couple, probably in their late 40's, both said "no" at the same time. Celeste replied something like "Thank you for understanding. We've already spoken to Mr. & Mrs. Long. They're fine with it, too. And I may join Sheila from time to time this week." 

Then Celeste looked me straight in the eye. "Well, Sis, you can take your dress off now if you want." 

I think my cheeks went dark red. I tried to calmly state "I don't make it a habit of undressing in front of other people." But it came out more like "Uhhh, ohh, OK. Should I go ahead?" 

Celeste smiled real big at me. Mrs. Dobbins said "Yeah, go ahead. We don't mind a bit." 

I could hardly believe what I did - I stood right there on their back deck and took my dress off. Celeste and they chatted for a few moments longer. Then we said goodnight and headed for home. 

Celeste was helping me make fantasies a reality. I wasn't sure I could do it. But with her prodding and encouragement, I was doing things I never thought would happen. 

My next big test would come in about 15 minutes. Celeste handed me a magazine to read while she was setting the table for dinner. She told me the next part of her plan: when Charlie came in the back door, I was to be engrossed in my magazine article and not hear him. She would meet him in the living room. (Keep in mind I've been friends with these people as long as I've known them.) She would clear her throat as they entered the dining room - that would be my cue to look up, see Charlie, jump up and give him a big bear hug - hopefully all before he could say anything about my dress (or should I say lack of dress?) 

Boy, does Celeste know her husband. It worked like a charm. He didn't get to say a thing before we were hugging each other like old friends should. Celeste even managed to speak first. "Charlie, the airline lost Sheila's luggage. All she has to wear is a dress, a pair of shorts and a top. But she told me too that at home when the kids aren't there, she goes naked all the time. So I told her that's fine, she can here too. We've even checked with the neighbors and they're fine with it." Talk about taking the bull by the horns! 

What could Charlie say now? He looked at her, then at me. "Well, Sheila, I guess that's OK with me. Just, uhhh, .....I'm afraid......" 

I interrupted him "What, Charlie? What are you afraid of?" 

Celeste jumped in. "Sweetie, if you're afraid you'll have a hard on all the time, don't worry about it. It's natural if you're not used seeing such beauty constantly." 

I giggled.

Yes, it was awkward at first. But let me tell you that the rest of the week was liberating. I didn't have to worry about what to wear, what people thought or about being "properly covered". I didn't' even have to worry about laundry! Celeste and I spent a good part of our Sunday evening sitting outside visiting. And Monday morning Celeste decided to join me as a nudist. The neighbor's seemed to always be doing some kind of yard work that day. 

While nothing quite as sexual as the weekend at the hotel happened, the rest of the week did have it's interesting parts. I'll try to tell you all about those someday real soon. 



My Holiday Vacation Ch. 06



If you've read the previous parts about my vacation, you know that I'm spending the week with my friend old college roommate, Celeste. Through a series of events, I'm actually able to find out what its like to be a nudist this week! The first time Charlie, her husband, saw me this week I was completely naked. He's had some concerns about me not dressing, but mostly about his potential embarrassment. And their neighbors are fine with it! 

As I said at the end of the last part, it was awkward at first. But the rest of the week was liberating. I didn't have to worry about what to wear, what people thought or about being "properly covered". I didn't' even have to worry about laundry! Monday morning Celeste decided to join me as a nudist. And again on Monday, for that matter the rest of the week, the neighbor's seemed to always be doing some kind of yard work.

For the most part, the week was uneventful compared to what the weekend had been like. The daily routine for me was to get up, shower and have breakfast with Celeste. By the time I got up, Charlie had already left for work. So the two of us would visit until lunch time. A lot of times in the afternoon we'd sit outside. The neighbors came over to visit regularly. What surprised me was that the women seemed as interested in sitting with us as the men. One or the other of the ladies would come over for a few minutes just about every day. There Celeste and I would be, sitting naked and they would be fully clothed. Of course the men came over too, but usually at different times from their wives. It was really kind of cute they way they tried to steal glances at us.

The evenings were kind of fun. Charlie had to work Monday through Friday. He'd get home around 5:30 in the evening. And every evening when he did, there were his wife and I both sitting around naked. Sometimes inside, sometimes outside. Charlie's really modest. It didn't take a lot to make him blush. So we had some fun with that, but sparingly. I sure didn't want to get kicked out! Monday and Tuesday we went really mild on him. Tuesday night I could hear Celeste an Charlie, though greatly muffled, having quite the time if you know what I mean. I lay there listening, playing idly with myself, kind of wishing it were me, yet feeling so relaxed that I didn't care a lot.

Wednesday morning Celeste had a glow about her - the glow that says "I just had the best lay that I've had in months and I want the world to know how sexy I am." Our routine during the day was pretty much the same. But the evening took something of a turn! Now if you're anxious to hear about me getting laid, forget it. It didn't happen all week. This wasn't about swinging or cheating, but about being a nudist. Yes, Celeste and I have our fun when we can, but I'd never, ever do anything to hurt her - and Charlie's her man. Anyway, Charlie got home right on time that evening. (Celeste told me late in the week that he got home earlier this week than he had in a long, long time.) Celeste and I were sitting in the living room. Charlie started to the bedroom to change clothes when Celeste spoke: "Charlie, did you mean what you told me last night about Sheila and me being two of the sexiest women you've seen?" Charlie looked like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. 

"Yes, sweetie, I did." 

"Well, Sheila and I think you're one mighty sexy man." (She and I had discussed this a few times, and not just this week.) 

Charlie, blushing slightly: "Thank you." 

Celeste: "So, Charlie, you need to join us tonight." 

Charlie: "What do you mean?" 

Celeste: "You know what I mean. Go hang your suit up and don't bother to put anything else on." 

Charlie: "I couldn't. I mean, it's....uh...." He was stumbling for words. It was real obvious he wanted to, but was really nervous. "well....it's not so obvious when one of you are excited. I mean.........."

Celeste interrupted him. "Charlie, we're not going to make fun of you if you get an erection. We may smile, but to us, that's flattery. You've looked at us every chance you've had for the last two nights. And I'll say that you felt REAL good last night. But poor Sheila here has only seen me." (I'll confess that that was a treat in and of itself to me, but I didn't' say anything at the time.) "So do this for me: Go to the bedroom, take off your suit and hang it up. Take off all the rest of your clothes, and come on back in here. OK?" Celeste's tone reminded me of a mother giving directions to a child. And Charlie had no other arguments. It wasn't long before he slowly came back into the living room. As bad as I wanted to whistle and laugh, just to torment him some, since Celeste had promised we wouldn't, I didn't. But if he used his body very well at all, I know why Celeste had that look on her face in the morning!

Needless to say, Charlie was erect, too. (And it was all I could do to keep from staring.) We sat around and visited. Celeste and I worked to talk about anything we could other than clothes and sex. And it wasn't that difficult. About 6:30 or so, Celeste picked up the phone and dialed. She nor I either one had started fixing anything for dinner, so she ordered delivery. You're probably expecting some wild tale about the driver or sex, but it didn't happen. It's difficult to see into the living room from the front door of their house - possible but difficult. When dinner arrived, Celeste slipped on a t-shirt that fell below her cheeks (but just barely) and went to the door. I kept visiting with Charlie, trying to keep his mind (and mine) off of his member. We had dinner, visited a bit, and watched a movie. Charlie usually went to bed before we did. When he did, I heard Celeste tell him "Tomorrow night you'll just automatically change into your birthday suit, won't you?" I couldn't help giggling to myself. 

On Thursday and Friday evening Charlie did just that, too. Both of those evenings Celeste and I cooked a couple of his different favorite dishes. I know I've said it a couple of times, but this was one of the most relaxing, liberating weeks of my life! And I got to see eye-candy daily! Friday evening we stayed up late watching some crazy movie. Around 1:30 a.m. it went off and another one came on. I thought I was game to watch it, but Charlie and Celeste were ready for bed. (I'm not sure if they were ready for sleep.) So I laid down on the couch to watch the next movie. Well, I fell asleep there. And I slept good. 

When I woke up on Saturday morning, the house was very quiet. I was relaxed. It was so nice not having anything that I had to do. I listened for a few minutes in case Charlie and Celeste were awake. I didn't hear anything, so I got up and went to the kitchen. There was a note on the table.

"Sheila, You were sleeping really sound, so we didn't want to wake you. Charlie took me to the store to get a few groceries. We'll be back as soon as we can. Love, Celeste."

That explained why it was so quiet to take a short but soaking bath, shave my legs, you know all those things that the men never want to hear about. After I was out of the tub and presentable (that is, dried off because I planned to spend my entire day naked again) I fixed a bite of breakfast, picked up the newspaper and went out on the deck. The sun felt extra good that morning. I was about finished with breakfast when both Mr. Dobbins and Mr. Long (Celeste's neighbors) came over. When I invited them to sit down, they seemed a bit shocked. 

I laid the paper down and we chit-chatted about the national news. Both men are attractive in their own way. And even though they did a fair job of keeping the conversation going, it quickly became obvious both wanted a good view of me. They were both looking at my boobs every chance they got. Once when I caught Mr. Long staring and practically drooling, I cleared my throat, smiled at him and asked in a stage whisper "What would your wife think of you staring at my boobs?" I winked at him then and his face turned bright red. To try to put him a bit at ease I told him I was flattered that they were the least bit interested in a "fat old broad like me." Then I offered to get them both a cup of coffee. I figured if they accepted, they could stare at my back side as I walked to the house. And coming from the house I'd have to hold the cups out away from me in case they spilled. And it worked - both accepted. 

While inside fixing their coffee but out of their sight I teased my own nipples, trying to be sure they'd be hard as I walked back outside. As I walked back out carrying their coffee, I felt like I was on stage in a dream! I was being admired by these 2 men. They were openly looking, even staring at any part of my body they wanted. Of course I hadn't been able to carry the cream and sugar, too. So that gave me another chance to let them see me without making it a really awkard situation. After all, we had promised this wouldn't be a real sexual thing.

We were all just finishing a second cup of coffee when Mrs. Long came out to see what was taking her husband so long to do some picking up in the yard. I waved at her and invited her to join us, hoping to diffuse any potential trouble. She walked over and stood for a bit, listening to our somewhat political discussion (President Bush, the war in Iraq, etc.). She seemed to be getting somewhat interested, so I found an opportunity to ask her a pointed question, hoping to engage her in the conversation. It worked - soon she was right there in the discussion with us -- me sitting there naked and all 3 of them clothed! We had all been visiting about 15 minutes when the phone rang. I thought I should answer it, so I excused myself and walked toward the house. The sun had come around just right so that I had a great view of their reflections in the glass door. All three were staring at me. I smiled inwardly enjoying the attention. 

It was Celeste on the phone to let me know they were on their way home. I wasn't sure why I needed to know that, but thanked her for calling. When I started back outside I saw that Mrs. Dobbins was standing on the same side of the table where I had been sitting (facing the men). I called out to see if anyone need any more coffee. Mrs. Long replied that they all needed to be going soon. 

So I made my way back outside and walked behind both men. I stood between them and placed a hand on each of their shoulders. This placed my breasts basically between their heads. I started to speak and both tried to turn to look at me. Of course basically all they could see was my boobs. I saw that both wives were trying to hide a grin as I spoke: "I want to thank you two for being such gentlemen this morning. It was so refreshing sitting here, knowing at any time you could try to turn the conversation towards sex. But instead you engaged my mind. I'm sure your wives appreciate it, too." Then I leaned over and kissed each on the forehead, allowing at least one boob to "accidentally" brush against each of them as I did. I winked at their wives as I stepped back and to the other side of the table. "Now I've got to go get the kitchen cleaned up before Charlie and Celeste get home." And with that I leaned over in front of them to pick up the coffee cups.

Once inside, though, I wasn't doing the dishes but instead went straight to the couch where I had slept to do myself! Between sitting there naked with them, giving them the little show and not having much relief all week, I wanted to cum! It wasn't going to take long, either. I had one hand in me and the other holding my boob to my mouth so I could chew on a nipple when I heard Charlie's voice: "Sheila, we're home, and we have a surprise for you." He was looking straight at me. So was Celeste. And so was their daughter, Tammy. And so was some guy I'd never seen in my life. All five of us were totally surprised. I wanted to die. I reached for a cover, but had folded it up and put it away. I sat up and bent over, folding my arms across my breasts, trying to somewhat hide my nakedness. 

Celeste spoke: "Sheila, I'm sorry. Tammy met us in town. This was supposed to be a pleasant surprise for you. She eloped two weeks ago. This is her husband Roy." 

I looked up just a bit. "Hi Tammy. Hi Roy." was all I could manange to say. 

Tammy sat down next to me and put her arm around me. "Why don't you all go unload the cars?" For her age, Tammy seemed very mature. She hugged me while I just cried. We just sat there, hugging and me crying for several minutes - crying from shame. "Aunt Sheila, don't worry - It's OK. I've done that before. Well, I can't suck my own nipples, but I've masturbated. And I've even seen mom do it. Well, Mom can't suck her own....." 

That's when I started to giggle a bit. "I know she can't. But Roy?"

"It's OK. He's very understanding. We've dated for 3 years. It'll be fine. Mom told us about you being a nudist. It's OK."

I smiled at her and gave her an even bigger hug. "Thank you." I'm not sure how, but she signaled the Celeste back into the room. 

The next thing I heard was Celeste's voice: "Sheila, you were about to orgasm. I'm so sorry for such poor timing. I'll make sure we make it up to you."

All I could do was wonder just what she meant by that. But as the day progressed, I learned. I'll have to tell you all about that another time.



My Holiday Vacation Ch. 07



If this is the first part of my story that you've read, you'll need to refer to the earlier chapters to find out how I got to this point - the final weekend of my vacation.

Between having been so close to orgasm and so utterly surprised and embarrassed at being seen masturbating by a man that I had never even met, I was temporarily devastated. Between Tammy's cuddling and Celeste's reassurance, though, it didn't take too long before my tears had dried. Tammy continued to tell me about her and Roy - how it seemed to be love at first sight but yet how they dated for 3 years before getting married. They had wanted to be absolutely sure they were right for each other. Tammy also in the same conversation reassured me about me - how she wouldn't change a thing about me and how sure she was that Roy would be accepting of me, my size and my lifestyle. I giggled inwardly at that - "my lifestyle". This was the first time since college I had been able to be so, well, open about enjoying being nude. 

Having such a soul-mate as Celeste is absolutely wonderful, too. Instead of having to ask if I was ready for Charlie and Roy to rejoin us, she paid attention to the conversation and my actions. And somehow she guided them back into the room one at a time without my even knowing it. When I realized Roy was standing on the other side of the room, Celeste noticed that I had noticed. And she made the proper introduction: "Sheila, this is my new son, Roy. Roy, this is my long time friend and former college roommate, Sheila. Yes, Tammy calls her 'Aunt Sheila', but there is no genealogical relationship of any kind."

I surprised even myself with what I did next. I stood up and walked straight to Roy. I put my arms around him and hugged him real tight, saying loud enough for everyone to hear "Welcome to the family, Roy." I held him tight for a few more seconds than I probably should have. He held me just as tight and didn't let his hands roam my body, either. But I also noticed that he was excited. Yes, guys, women notice these things when we hug you right. And I felt his erection pressing against my belly, reminding me that it had been quite some time for me; reminding me that I was so near orgasm just a short while ago; and reminding me that I'm quite naked in front of this fully clothed stud. As I started to let the embrace dissolve, I reached to give him a long kiss on the cheek. He moved just right, though, so that I kissed his ear instead. As I realized it, I slipped my mouth over his ear grabbing a quick nibble, hoping it would help keep him turned on for Tammy for later that night. Fortunately, my face was on the side away from everyone else so that only he and I knew what had happened.

Now that the tension was relieved, we all sat down and began talking, chatting, just about their wedding, their plans and stuff in general. It was obvious that Tammy and Roy were somewhat tired from their trip, so Celeste suggested they go freshen up. Roy practically jumped up, reaching for Tammy's hand. "But there's one rule for the weekend...." Celeste added before Tammy could reach for his hand. "...There's to be no closed doors - for any reason. Everyone got it?"

I looked at her, almost in disbelief. But this was Celeste. Roy changed his tune a bit, making it obvious that he had intended to have sex with his wife. Instead, he took a lightening fast shower and, when Charlie said he was going to light the grill, offered to help.

Tammy went upstairs to shower. When she was out of ear shot, Celeste turned to me. "Sheila, I never thought I'd ask anything like this. But I want to be sure my daughter is happy. Can you look in on her for me? She's always opened up to you."

How could I tell Celeste no? I went upstairs and found that Tammy was in the master bathroom. I lay on the king sized bed idly running my hands over my body waiting for the shower to shut off. When it did, I got up immediately and knocked on the bathroom door. "Tammy, can we talk?" She opened the door and let me in. "Tammy, your mother is more than a little concerned about your happiness." As I spoke, I picked up a large bath towel and started drying her back. "Most of the time the only relief I get is by myself. But it wasn't always like that." I started telling her about Celeste and me in college, about a couple of really wild boyfriends. I don't know what made me do it, but as I was talking, I kept carefully drying her off, first her back, then her sides, I spent more than enough time on her cute buttocks. Then I reached around to her breasts. As I cupped them through the towel, one in each hand, she leaned back into me very relaxed. I kept my hands there, kneading for quite some time while telling her about some select moments from the prior weekend. I told her how her mother and I have been in a 69 position together more times than we could count, and how I very much enjoyed her taste. As I lowered my hands over her soft belly, reaching near but not quite touching her womanhood, I leaned to her ear and spoke barely above a whisper: "Does Roy satisfy you?"

"Yes, beyond measure."

"Tammy, let me taste you, please?" 

Tammy moved so suddenly I just knew I had blown it. To my amazement her movement was to turn towards me, take my head in her hands and kiss me passionately. I kissed her back, just as passionately. I was so excited. We moved to the bed, our lips locked together nearly the entire time. At the bed I indicated to her to lie back. Then I kissed and licked my way down her young, plump body, marveling at the size of her breasts. I took my time, teasing her nipples, licking her belly, kissing her inner thighs. When I finally allowed my tongue to touch her womanly lips I found them already sweet with her nectar. I kissed her lips, licked them, then parted them with my tongue. I used fingers from one hand to manipulate her while the other hand reached to her breast. I continued feasting on this young maiden, making note of how similar her taste is to her mothers. Tammy was ready to explode from our contact and conversation in the bathroom, but I wanted it to last for her, for it to be not a good orgasm, but a great one. So I slipped my fingers out of her and played with both her nipples while kissing her skin randomly.

While doing this I heard Celeste whisper through the door. "It's OK girls. Don't stop. But I need to make a semi-private phone call." I don't know if Tammy even heard her mother, because it was about that time that she came hard. Tammy pushed me away for a bit, which kind of surprised me. But I just went with the flow. Tammy lay there, panting, not letting me touch her for the moment. So I went to the other side of the room, where Celeste had pulled the phone into the bathroom. There I could hear Celeste's end of the phone conversation: 

"Larry, this is Celeste....Yes, every thing's fine. I know we talked last weekend and I promised I wouldn't bother you. Yes, Sheila and I went through with everything I suggested to you. She's been naked all week. But I have another request. I know Sheila promised you a long time ago that she'd never her sex with anyone without your permission. Well, somethings come up and I want you're OK for her to POSSIBLY have sex with Charlie, me, Tammy, Charlie, Tammy's husband, Roy, or some combination of us.........Yes, it will be safe........OK - thanks so much. I need to go.....Love you too, Larry...." 

I moved quietly but quickly to the bed, but the conversation may have gone on for a few more seconds. I began caressing Tammy's hair with one hand and started inching my other towards that magical spot, all the while wondering what Celeste was planning. Tammy took my lower hand and moved it directly onto herself - she was ready for me. And this was so much fun! 

I almost immediately had my face buried in Tammy again. She was building towards an even stronger orgasm when I heard Celeste:

"Roy, can you come up here please?"

Celeste purposely made sure Tammy was going to be completely happy this weekend. And I must say her timing was impeccable! Just as Roy turned the corner Tammy orgasmed, covering my face in her juices (I can say from experience that her mother doesn't ejaculate like that!), screaming MY name and then suddenly went limp for just a moment or two. Roy practically ran to her:

"Tammy! Tammy! Are you OK??? What has Sheila done to you?"

Tammy's eyes opened. She looked down towards me, then to Roy. "She's made me happy Roy -- She brought me to orgasm like I hope you will later."

I stood up in front of him, pulled him to me to whisper in his ear: "Your mother taught me how to do that. I'll bet she'll teach you, too." Then I gave him a great big kiss on the lips. 

Roy was speechless. Celeste was giggling. Tammy was in heaven. 

I sat down next to Tammy and began idly running my fingers all over her body. Roy was speechless. Celeste told him to go help Charlie with the Bar-B-Que grill, that "we'll all talk later." Personally, I could hardly wait to hear Celeste's plan!!