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Shade, Sun, and Neighbors

By: glendale22



William and I were in our mid-twenties and had been married only two years when we moved into our first home, a place well out in the country and away from the city and suburbs. The open countryside may have appealed to us because of our mutual shyness. Neither of us had brothers or sisters, and when we had met on the intramural soccer fields at the state university, we were both the kind of player who came along only because a friend had dragged us there.

Of course, I was glad that I joined the team because, at the time, I had dated a bit, but I had no real sexual involvements. Experiences with William, therefore, became my "firsts," and I was happy to know that they were "firsts" for William as well. My sexual curiosity may have been stronger only because William at least got to see women nude in movies. Even famous stars with cute, girl-next-door images sometimes appeared in the nude, but we all know that the male stars almost never give us women in the audience similar satisfaction. For that, I had William, and together as lovers, we satisfied a great deal of pent up curiosity. Which is not to say that we lacked curiosity about more.

After graduation, we both found interesting jobs that, if they did not make us rich, allowed us to look for a home in the country. The property we found covered four acres, although less than half of it was the yard around the house, and the rest was wooded and overgrown. Along the rural route, the hills rolled, but only a few of those hills leveled off enough to make for good settings for a house, so our place and one other seemed quite isolated. Not that we cared.

The neighbors, another couple who, the real estate agent told us, were in their young forties, lived about a hundred yards away. Behind and a short distance from the houses, the two yards were separated by a line of dense bushes, but nearer to the back patios that each had, there was a lower fence that was covered with vines, except for one break for a gate. We noticed when we were first looking at the house that this vegetation prevented anyone's seeing into the other yard, unless one came over to the gate. From the upstairs windows, however, each house had a mostly clear view into the back yard of the other.

And when we looked from one of those windows, the first thing we noticed about the other property was its in-ground swimming pool next to the patio in a yard that was otherwise open to the sun. Our prospective yard, on the other hand, had a smaller patio with a low brick wall and more shade because of a few mature trees.

The real estate agent noticed our envious looks and said, "I should give you fair warning about the pool." I thought she was going to tell us that the neighbors were unfriendly and would probably never invite us over for a swim, but I was wrong. Instead, she told us, "I don't know exactly how to put this, but the couple next door are somewhat wild." We did not know exactly what she meant by that and asked her to explain. She seemed reluctant, but finally said, "Well, the former occupants informed me that those two are nudists. It's springtime now, and the weather will only be getting warmer, so you should expect they might often be using their pool and yard for soaking up the sun."

I would not say that William and I were prudes regarding other people's behavior, but we were obviously not that adventurous ourselves. When we honeymooned in Europe, on one of the beaches along Spain's Costa Brava, a lot of women were sunbathing topless. As for me, I thought I was already showing more than I ever thought I would in a bikini that William bought for me. Only half-seriously, he tried to talk me into removing my top while we were there. I allowed him to undo the strings on my top as I was lying on my stomach and even allowed him to pull it away from beneath me, but I remained on my stomach.

William wanted to take a few photos, and this pose would make it look as if I were more daring than I really was. He pretended to plead with me to turn over, more in a teasing manner than otherwise. Besides, as he knew, I did not want to bare myself that way, not only because I was shy, but also because I was self-conscious about what I considered to be a skinny body, especially my small breasts. If I were sitting up, my breasts would appear no larger than small lemons, so lying on my back, I would have appeared almost completely flat-chested. William always said my body may have been thin, but my long, legs (I'm 5'9", same height as William) were so slender that my bottom appeared nicely shaped. And about my tiny breasts, he said they were lovely and, besides, my areolas were wide and dark pink, making my slightly upturned nipples a special feature that more than compensated for the very modest size of by breasts.

When he pleaded, half joking, I responded, "Do you think my mother and father gave us that digital camera so you could take nude pictures of their only daughter?"

"Well, they're not here, so let's take the pictures now, and we can ask them later." We both laughed, and William never really tried to pressure me into anything I didn't want to do. He was so sweet, so finally, when it was time to go back to our room, I suggested a compromise: I would sit up to put my top back on, but he could not take my picture.

Before I sat up, I hastily checked to see that no one was looking our way, and then I did it as quickly as I could. As I was tying the string behind my neck, I was embarrassed to notice a man smiling at me, making me wonder if he was pleased by the brief show I might have given him. To William, it only added to his thrill. We never saw that man again during our stay, and I had to admit that I was not really that upset over maybe letting him see my breasts. Whenever William and I recalled the incident, we laughed.

That afternoon a couple years later when we toured the vacant house, this memory of the beach probably occurred to William just as it did to me, although neither of us mentioned it at the time. We did not decide anything that day, but neither did we tell the real estate agent that we were not interested in the house.

Other available houses that we looked at were in other counties that were closer to the city. Their prices were therefore higher, and they were more likely to be engulfed by encroaching suburbs sooner rather than later.

We talked it over. As William pointed out, the real estate agent never said anything that would suggest the neighbors would be dangerous perverts, and the house was in all other respects ideal for what we wanted. What neither of us said in this discussion regarding the house was that we were curious about the neighbors, curious about their boldness. So we bought it.

When we took possession of the house, we spent part of the afternoon just walking around the property and getting acquainted with the surrounding woods. Returning to the house, we were greeted by our new neighbors from the gate. They had heard of our buying the house and then had noticed the activity next door. We were pleased to meet them, and I was relieved to see that they were dressed that day. I was anxious about meeting them and trying not to react in an embarrassing way, and I thought I would need to prepare myself for the encounter. Their sudden introduction got me over any anxiety.

Still, I did look at Carrie and Steve in a different way. More average in height, she had a fit appearance, fair hair and skin, some freckles and a pretty face and smile. Steve was tall, similarly slim and more tanned than his wife. As we talked, I tried not to think of them without their clothes, but I admit I did wonder, and afterward, William admitted the same.

It was several days later when we finally moved in, and the neighbors made no appearances then. Later, we would learn that they were vacationing in the Caribbean. In any case, we had plenty to do while settling in.

I did not see either of them until a couple of weeks later. William was gone for a few days on business, and I was in an upstairs room at the computer, writing and editing various articles. I looked up once and saw Carrie in the yard. She had a watering can and was going around the patio and pool to each of several potted plants. She was wearing a hat, a bikini bottom, and nothing else. I was taken by the ease of her manner because she looked so casual and comfortable.

She certainly had nothing to be shy about: her breasts were nicely rounded and, perhaps not able to pass the pencil test anymore, still attractively firm enough to give me a pang of envy. As I watched her, I imagined that William would be sad to have missed seeing her, and that thought made me wonder whether Steve would be out there as well. Not that morning, I guessed, once Carrie had gone back inside and did not return.

At lunchtime, I took my salad out on the patio to enjoy the fresh air. I ate and then leaned back and closed my eyes, feeling the warm breeze. Carrie's voice made me sit up. She was at the gate, calling hello. I got up and walked over to her. She was saying that she hoped we were getting settled well in our new home. I told her that we loved the house and yard, but as we went on talking, I was having trouble concentrating. Up close, I could see that her freckles went down over her breasts and around her pale nipples. I could see because she was still topless.

In fact, she brought it up when she must have noticed my looking at her. Or my trying not to look at her. Carrie said she was glad to see me alone because she wanted to talk to me. She did not know what the real estate agent had told us, and she said, "Linda, I guess you've seen how I take advantage of the isolation here. I just hope that you and William won't think that we're strange, but Steve and I, well, we both enjoy nudism. If that upsets you guys, we would do whatever we can so as not to offend."

"Oh, we don't think you're strange. It's just something different, something we're not used to." I then told her about my brief exposure on the Spanish beach.

Carrie laughed and said, "If you were with us last week in the Caribbean, you could have looked right back at that man and seen more of him. Down there, people on the beaches are fully nude."

"Oh, I don't think I wanted him to see more of me, though."

"I don't know why you say that," Carrie replied. "You look like you would make quite the bathing beauty on the beach." I just blushed and said nothing, and she went on, "Anyway, if you think you see too much of us, you just say the word. We don't want to get off on the wrong foot with our new neighbors. And by the way, if you guys think a dip in the pool would sound great some time, feel free to come over and get in. With or without swimsuits, you're welcome. In fact, if you feel like a break, why don't you come over right now? Steve's at work."

It was a bit warm in the sun, but I was not ready to jump in, as it were. "I should really get back to work for another hour or two."

Carrie immediately picked up on the opening I'd left, saying, "That sounds fine. In another hour or two, it will be hotter and the water will feel all the better. So, see you around three? Just come on over."

I told her okay, but as I was going back to my desk upstairs, I was wondering how I could get out of going. Or what I would do if I did go. Not much work got done that afternoon, and as three o'clock approached, I found myself heading downstairs, pausing to get a bottle of water out of the refrigerator, and then walking across the patio and over to the gate. Like my soccer participation, this visit was more to please a friend, although I felt that I really wanted to be her friend. Carrie was just coming out onto the patio as I walked up. She had a robe on.

"Glad you could make it. Since it's just us girls now, is it okay with you if I just forget my bikini altogether?"

"Oh, no, I don't mind. It's your pool. Whatever makes you comfortable." Not that I was all that comfortable myself, mind you.

With that, she opened and dropped her robe on a chair. Carrie's fair skin must have been susceptible to sunburn easily, so she did not have much a tan, but no tan lines either. I also could not help but notice how densely curled her pubic hair was. Given its strawberry blonde color, from a distance it might have been difficult to tell that she had any pubic hair at all.

As I was thinking that William would be sorry to miss this show, Carrie said, "So, what do you say we get in the water?" That's when I realized that, in another sense, I had forgotten my swimsuit too. Like an idiot, I just walked over, and now I didn't know what I was going to say to Carrie.

I stammered, "You won't believe this, but I forgot to put on my suit before coming over here. I don't know where my mind is these days."

"Don't worry. It's not like this pool has any requirements regarding proper attire. If you really want to, you can go get your suit, but feel free to just hang your things over a chair and join me in the best way to swim."

I did not want to look as though I was uptight, and neither of our husbands was present to see. Still, it was a challenge, being outside and with someone I had not known that long. Carrie waded into the pool, as if to give me a bit more room to make up my mind. And to get undressed if I chose to do so.

I moved toward the edge of the patio, as if to go back home, and then I stopped and stepped closer to the house. It just felt a little more out of sight there, and I kicked off my sandals and started to take off my clothes. Since I was not wearing a bra, I unbuttoned my shorts first and stepped out of them. I was turned sort of sideways, not wanting to be so shy as to turn completely away from Carrie, but also not so brave as to face her directly. Pulling my shirt over my head, I took a quick glance to see if she was watching me, but I could not look out in her direction long enough: once I had my shirt off and suddenly felt the breeze on my nipples, all I could do was look down at myself and wonder if I could go any further. For a moment, I thought that I might keep my panties on, and in the next moment I realized how foolish that would look. My string bikini panties, supposedly for William's eyes only, were so thin in the front as well as the back as to be see-through, and they would practically disappear when wet. I set my shirt down on the chair, took a breath, hooked my thumbs in the string of my panties, and slowly eased them down. Stepping out of them left me with an entirely new sensation, one that I was not sure I was enjoying.

Carrie called out, "You look ready. Come on in, the water's fine." As I walked over to the pool's edge and waded down the steps into the water, I noticed that Carrie was not looking away now. There was nowhere else to go, however, but into the water where I could feel somewhat less on display. "I knew you had nothing to be shy about," Carrie told me. "Lots of women would kill for that shape you have. Anyway, now you're here, so let's enjoy the water."

We swam and talked about all kinds of things, but not about nudism, and pretty soon I was less self-conscious. Carrie got out once to answer a phone call, and I felt comfortable looking at her body as she stood talking. As if to return the favor, I got out of the pool and forced myself to stand casually, facing her as I sipped on my water and applied sun tan lotion to myself. I thought it was like being with a sister with whom I shared a room, not that I really knew how often such sisters might be casually nude together. She said, "Your skin should tan better than mine ever would. Use the lower SPF stuff and lay out on one of the loungers. An all-over tan will give William a nice surprise when he gets home."

I did as she suggested and even lay on my back for a while. She got out and joined me, but pulled her chair into the shade from the house. We continued talking, and I turned over onto my stomach so that I could lie there facing her as we spoke. Our conversation drifted, and the warm sun made me a little drowsy. I guess I soon drifted too, off to a light nap.

What woke me was the sound of Steve's voice. Carrie was back in the pool, asking him how work how been that day, and he was answering her. I stirred a bit, a little disoriented, and Steve said, "Hi, Linda. I see that Carrie has introduced you to our pool's customs."

I glanced up, suddenly aware of exactly how I looked to him: my clothes were well out of reach, and forever how long he had been there he was able to take a lingering look at my nude body, especially my bare bottom. I think that was all he could see because I was hugging myself to the lounger and trying to act unfazed. That act was getting to be more difficult, however. Not only was I so exposed to him, he was taking off his own clothes too. "That water looks so good. Mind if I join you?"

I tried not to stare just as much as I tried not to show more of my body to him. Even so, I could not resist watching as he finished undressing. He slid out of his briefs (cute, low-cut black ones), displaying an evenly tanned and slender bottom. Before he got in the water, he put sunscreen on his shoulders and arms, all the time standing in front of me, completely casual about my plain view of his sun-bleached pubic hair and his penis. Aside from William's, it was only the second penis I had ever seen, and I noticed that it looked slender, like the rest of Steve's body.

I remembered what Carrie had said about being able to look back at that man on the beach, and maybe I was beginning to get her point. But what I liked was getting to see what Steve looked like in the nude, not that I was also nude.

Finally he got in the water and started swimming around. I watched carefully for an opportunity, and when, headed in the other direction, he dove under the water one time, I jumped up and ran to the chair where I had put my clothes. I tried to keep my back turned, although in my hurry, I put my shirt on first, leaving my bottom on display that much longer. At least I realized that I would not need to put my panties on and quickly pulled my shorts up. No doubt, I must have looked rather panicky as I told them what a nice afternoon it had been but that I had to get home.

Once in the house, I calmed down and caught my breath. It had been quite an afternoon of new experiences, and I was wondering how I would tell William about it. I went back to my desk upstairs, and about an hour later, William called. He asked how things were, and I said, "You won't believe this, but I'm looking out the window right now at Carrie and Steve's pool, and they're swimming in the nude."

But that's all I told him then.

Shade, Sun, and Neighbors Ch. 02



Before William returned, I saw Carrie once. She came over the next day, the day after our swim. As I guessed, she and Steve realized how embarrassed I must have felt, and she just wanted to apologize for not warning me that we would not necessarily have the pool to ourselves for the entire afternoon. She even wore a shirt to put me more at ease.

"Steve and I feel terrible if this was too much for you too soon. I thought you were enjoying yourself so much before he came and scared you off. When he came home and saw us from inside the house, and saw that you were sunbathing nude, he figured everything was okay as far as you were concerned."

I was still embarrassed, but I told her, "Don't worry. I know Steve didn't mean to embarrass me. Like I said before, it's just something new for me, something I'm not used to doing. I'll get over it, and we'll still be friends."

Carrie stayed for tea, and we talked about other things. I think she left feeling a little reassured. On the other hand, I continued to wonder how I would tell William about my unplanned exhibition at the neighbor's pool. Or, to put it more accurately, I wondered how William would react when I did tell him.

A day later, I learned the answer: "You were sunbathing nude, and Steve got to see you but I didn't?" If not the reaction I expected, it flattered me that his disappointment was more in not seeing me than in not seeing Carrie, although he expressed some regrets about that too. I was also pleased that William was not upset with me in the least. He just wanted to be there, to see my body, not for the first time, but for the first time in that kind of situation, in the sunlight with others around.

William kept remarking on his bad luck to have missed such a show and asked me if I thought it might happen again when he could be there. I did not have an answer for that question. I did, however, have an idea for giving William a sense of that afternoon's events.

"Get the camera and come with me," I told him. Unaware of what I had in mind, he followed me, camera in hand, through the gate and over to the neighbor's pool. Carrie had told me of plans they had for the day, so I knew William and I would be undisturbed for a while.

Moving over by the house, I told him, "Here's where I took off my clothes," and as I described my undressing in sequence, I illustrated my story by re-enacting it. With William staring at me with undisguised lust, I stripped for him just as I did for Carrie. "After I had my clothes off, I got in the pool for a while and then got out to lie on this lounger to let the sun dry me," and I stretched out on the lounger as I had before. "When Steve came out and saw me, I was lying like this, on my stomach," and as I demonstrated, I said, "So you can see that most of my body was hidden from his view."

William took a moment before he said, "What he saw though was so lovely—is so lovely now."

"If you like it so much, why don't you take a picture? Steve got to see me this way, but he didn't get to take my picture."

William smiled as he remembered he had the camera. "That's right. I wish I'd been there, but I love how you're explaining things now, love it very much." He started to raise the camera to his eye and then paused. "But do you think your parents would mind if I was using their wedding gift to take nude pictures of their only daughter?"

We both laughed, and he took my picture. Then I added, "You know, Steve also did not get to see me this way," as I raised up on my elbows so that my breasts were visible. William took another photograph. "And he didn't get to see me this way either," I said as I turned on my right side facing William, letting my left leg hide my pubic hair. William took more pictures. "And Steve certainly didn't get to see me this way," I said as I stretched out on my back with my legs together, "or even this way," as I stood up. It was an exciting first time for us, to let William take pictures of my nude body with nothing hidden.

After he had photographed me from a few different angles, he came closer and held me, running his hands up and down my back and over my bottom, even picking me up. The sensation of rubbing against him added to the thrill of being nude outside once again. I could feel his excitement and knew he would have added to our new experiences if I did not suggest we return home where our bed would offer more room and comfort than the poolside lounger.

Our lovemaking that afternoon was special. The fact that I remained nude as we walked back to our house turned William on all the more, and soon we were upstairs, putting our hands and mouths to good use. Even though his penis needed no help in growing to full erection, I still wanted him in my mouth, where I could feel the level of his passion. His tongue was giving as good as he got until I rose over him, held his penis up, and settled down on it.

We talked more than usual while I rocked up and down and back and forth on him. As he played with my nipples, he pulled my face closer and said, "I love the way these breasts look in the sunshine. I want to see them in the sunshine every day. Do you want to keep them out for me?"

"Yes, I want to feel the sun and the breeze on them, and I want you to see me."

"See you how?"

"Nude in the sunshine."

"Topless and bottomless?"

"Yes, completely nude." I was panting, so close.

"What if others see you?"

"Yes, completely nude."

"What if Steve sees you?"

"Yes , completely nude." I was almost chanting in rhythm, so close.

"What if you see Steve?"

"Yes, completely nude." I increased my rhythm at that, so close and then so ecstatic for the sweet moments of my orgasm. My vagina held him, and I continued my movements, wanting to share that feeling with William. Now I bent towards him and whispered, "What about you? Will you just be watching, or do Carrie and I get to see you nude also?" He didn't have to answer. The look on his face and the pulsation of his penis as he pushed up into me told me all I needed to know.

Of course, while making love, we may say things and later not feel so sure that we want to act out those fantasies. Later, when we were talking over what we had said, William made it clear that he didn't want to push me into something I didn't want to do. "Seriously," he asked, "how bad is it to know that Steve saw you without your clothes."

I repeated what I had told Carrie: it was just something I didn't expect and wasn't used to. With Carrie, however, I was trying to respond politely, not wanting her to feel so bad about what had happened. Now, with William, I realized that my response revealed more of the truth than I perhaps realized. I wondered, what if I could get used it? "Tell me," I said to William, "honestly, how bad is it for you to know that Steve saw me that way?"

"Honestly, it's a bit of a turn-on."

"You wouldn't mind if he got to see me again? I mean, really."

"I think I'd love it, lots more if I'm there too. Are you really thinking about this?"

"For now, I guess I'm just thinking about it. I need to go slow, despite the sudden start I made the other day."

"Did you really enjoy seeing Steve and Carrie?"

"Yes. Okay, I admit it. I'm not used to seeing men in the nude, and Steve has a nice body. I couldn't resist looking at his penis. And as for Carrie, I wouldn't describe it as the same feeling, but it definitely is another kind of turn-on, making me wonder if I could be comfortable in front of others the way she is. Maybe if I had her confidence . . . ."

I left the idea hanging there, and William did not push me to pursue it then. Afterwards, I was thinking that I had not asked William what he really thought about being nude himself in front of others. He said plenty about being turned on by my exhibiting myself, and maybe I assumed that men would have fewer qualms about baring themselves for others to see.

And that made me wonder how I would feel if Carrie got to see William nude. She, of course, had already seen many more men than I, so I could not say what her reaction would be to one more. To me, however, it would be a first, a first time for another woman to see my man's body, to see his penis that I thought no one else but I would get to see. Carrie certainly didn't care that I looked at Steve's penis, but again, that was nothing new to her anymore. I concluded that I was not like Carrie. Which is not to say that I could not be curious about the possibility of change.

We did not see our neighbors much for a week or so. No doubt, we all had things to attend to, so it did not seem odd that we weren't getting together more. There was one occasion when I happened to see Carrie and Steve watering their plants around the patio and pool. She was topless, and Steve was nude. I called downstairs for William to come up, so he finally got to see them from a distance.

A few days later, William asked me, "Are you still thinking about working on your nudist-self-confidence?"

Put in his typically funny way, his question was, I knew, serious. "Sure, I guess. Why?"

"Can you come with me today? I have a call to make down at the university, but I should be done by lunch time, and we could spend some time together."

So we were off on a day trip. I noticed he brought along an athletic bag, but I didn't ask about it. His business completed as promised by noon, we stopped to eat at a restaurant we used to visit often when we were both still in college. In those days, when we went out on dates, we would often wind up at this place for pizza. I told William, "If it was late after dark, this would feel just like a date."

"We can go out on a date in the afternoon too, you know. In fact," William said, "I had an idea for a place we could visit while we're here."

"Oh, yeah? Where's that?"

"The old quarry."

I remembered the place immediately, although neither of us had ever been there. About ten miles north of town, an abandoned strip mine had become a gathering place for students who discovered that it made a great swimming hole. At first, the authorities claimed that the place was unsafe, but they were actually upset that many of the students were skinny dipping. Eventually, the curiosity of the local newspaper and TV stations turned elsewhere, and the quarry was never closed.

"And what did you want to do at the quarry?" I asked.

"Go swimming and see on which part of the 'beachfront' we'd feel most comfortable."

He then proceeded to explain how the quarry had changed. Over the years, as it turns out, the area had been fixed up considerably. People volunteered to clean up the grounds, keep the grass cut, improve the "beachfront," as they called it, and turn it into a popular place for anybody to swim. That is, a certain portion closer to the parking area was more family-friendly, and the area beyond that was understood to be for nude or topless bathers.

I took a moment to think about it before I asked, "What's in the athletic bag you brought along?"

"I have my swimsuit and your bikini, if that's what you're wondering, and I brought the camera."

"My bikini? Actually, that's a relief. For a second there I was wondering if you expected me to go without my swimsuit right away. So, okay, let's go." In my mind, I had not decided what I would do once there. Except take the opportunity to look at the other bodies.

It took only fifteen minutes to find the quarry. One of the improvements I noticed immediately was the addition of rest rooms, so I had a place to change out of the public eye. Also a little encouraging was the fact that the parking area wasn't very crowded. Spring semester had already ended, so the student population dropped considerably. Having changed and walked with William onto the "beachfront," I could see that we would be able to sit pretty far away from anybody else. "There are so few people here, even with the number of cars in the lot, I expected more of a crowd."

"Look around," William replied. "We're in the family section. These people could have all come in two or three minivans."

He was right, and my heart started to beat a little faster as we continued past the few families and ventured to the other side of a discreetly placed line of piled rocks. From atop the wooden steps over this barrier, I saw a more crowded beach. No matter where we put our towels on this side, we would be within a short distance from someone else.

Worried about how people might look at me (as usual, I was already a little embarrassed about how I looked in my skimpy bikini, let alone without one or both pieces), I almost failed to see the people around me. A couple walking from the water back to their blanket caught my attention. They passed just a few feet in front of us, and we both got a visual treat as I saw that his short, stubby penis was moving from side to side as he walked and that water droplets were glistening in her dark, very bushy pubic hair. Seeing them made me look more carefully around me. After William and Steve, any nude men here would quickly add to my mental photo album. As it turned out, not that many men and women were completely nude, although almost all of the women were at least topless.

William led us to a spot that was near some other people, but not close to any of the single men. "How's this?" he asked. "That couple over there seems to be pretty safe," he said as he nodded in the direction of an older man and woman, probably about the same age as Carrie and Steve, lying on their stomachs to tan their bare backsides, "and this group here aren't bad looking either," indicating four couples who appeared to be students and who were all wearing their swimsuit bottoms.

It struck me then how the fashions, just like popular movies, allow men so much more to look at. These guys nearby were all wearing large, baggy trunks that came down to their knees while their girlfriends were in bikini bottoms cut very high on the hips and very skimpy in the back, not to mention that they were all topless as well. At least none of them had very large breasts that might make me feel too inferior.

The suit William wore, I am happy to say, showed more daring. I bought it for him just as he had picked mine out before we went on our honeymoon. Except for the nylon material, it resembled a sexy pair of low-cut briefs. I loved the way his body looked, tapering from his shoulders to his waist, with a line of curly, dark hair trailing from just above his navel and disappearing below the waistband, leading my eyes toward the bulge in his suit. I also loved the way that he blushed when he removed his shirt so others could see his little suit.

We spread our towels and sat down, neither of us saying anything for a minute or two. The older couple remained face down and bare bottoms up, and among the other group, the girlfriends occasionally turned themselves to even out their tans, thereby alternately hiding or exposing their breasts.

My heart was beating so hard as I decided to test myself. With a quick announcement, "Well, here goes," I untied my top while still sitting up, pulled it away from my breasts, set it aside, and then turned over onto my stomach, all done in a few seconds, hoping I would not look silly in any haste. 

William was stunned, beaming a proud smile. "That was lovely."

"Did anybody see?"

"I don't know. I was watching you, not them."

Turning my face, I looked in the direction of the older couple. The woman had not moved, but the man was now lying sideways, facing us. He was wearing sunglasses and reading a book, and since I did not know when he turned over and could not see his eyes, I was unsure whether he witnessed my sudden exposure. While I looked his way, I noticed something different. "William, try not to be too obvious, but look and tell me what's with that man's penis."

After a moment, William said, "It's uncircumcised." Another new experience for me, I thought.

Then I tried to look toward the group of students, but I could not see past William and our bag. My heart pounded more as I raised myself up on my elbows a bit, knowing I was bringing my breasts into view for the older fellow if he was looking. Among the group of guys, I did see one glance our way more than once, as if he did not want to be caught staring, but couldn't tell if William and the bag were in his way too.

Turning back to the other man, though, I found him looking at me with his sunglasses pushed down his nose a bit. He smiled and nodded. I fought the urge to drop myself flat onto the towel and instead nodded back as casually as I could. In such a short time, I thought, here's yet another new experience: a strange man able to see my breasts, and I'm letting him look all he wants.

"Enjoying yourself?" William asked.

"Give me more time and I'll let you know."

"That guy can see your breasts, can't he?"

"Does it bother you?"

"I can see all of his wife, so I guess he should be allowed to see some of mine." With such encouragement, I stayed up on my elbows, and my little breasts stayed in view.

William got out the sunscreen and the camera. He took some pictures first, just in case my courage might desert me, and then put the lotion on my back. Since I was still up on my elbows, he took the opportunity to reach around my sides and rub some of it over my breasts, giving my nipples an extra squeeze.

After he rubbed some into his own chest and legs, he asked, "Do you think you could put some sunscreen on my back for me?" I hesitated, and he said, "Here, we can do it like this," and he lay down next to me, turned away, so I would need only to turn towards him, and hide behind him, as I spread the lotion over his back.

I appreciated his chivalry, and I was therefore determined to show more boldness. Not immediately, but eventually, that is. We must have been there for thirty minutes before I moved. In the meantime, the older couple got up to go for a swim, and I saw she had heavy breasts and a smoothly shaved vagina (yet another first for me). William did not miss that detail, but sweetly told me that I was still the loveliest one on the beach as far as he was concerned. That's when I moved. I sat up and kissed him.

"And you're the only man on this beach that I'd want."

He smiled broadly as I remained sitting up, legs extended out in front of me so that my breasts were out in the open for anyone to see. With me in a different pose, he took some more photographs, and I tried to push my chest out proudly for him. While I sat there, a few people passed by, mostly guys with the baggy trunks parading their topless girlfriends up and down the water's edge. Also, a couple of single men walked by slowly, which I thought was a little creepy. For all of them, however, I kept my appearance of composure and allowed each to see my breasts and probably compare them to the many other breasts on display here.

William asked me, "You still need more time to tell whether you're enjoying yourself?"

"If I weren't leaning on my hands right now, I bet they'd be shaking. But I'm okay. You?"

"Couldn't be better. You want me to get rid of this swimsuit? I don't want you to feel all alone in this adventure."

"You really think you could take it off here?"

"I don't know."

A quick glance confirmed for me that he had an obvious erection in his suit. "I think the rules of decorum on such beaches won't allow you to show as much as you would be showing. Besides, if you remove your suit, it would only be fair that I should take mine all the way off too, and I think I may have taken off as much as I can today."

He seemed relieved, and then he kissed me again and even leaned over and gave me a kiss on one of my nipples. The older couple, returning from their swim, were coming back just in time to see this play, and they both smiled at us. "So nice to see a couple in love," she said.




Shade, Sun, and Neighbors Ch. 02



"Thank you, but my husband may need to get in the cold water soon," I answered.

They went back to their towels, and William asked me if I wanted to get in the water. "I don't know. What about the camera? Maybe one of us should stay behind. Go on, I can wait."

While he went in, I sat on my towel watching. When he came back, he urged me to go in too. I thought about putting my top on before getting in the water, but finally resolved to get the most out of the experience by staying topless.

As I waded into the water, a nude man was walking out toward me. Later, I would find out that William used the zoom to get a picture of me and him in the same frame, with the water only up to his knees, as he made an obvious glance in my direction. The camera was not able to see that I too was looking sideways at his wet penis.

Later, coming out of the water after several refreshing minutes, I knew right away that William was taking a series of pictures of me while my body was still dripping wet. The group of students was a second audience to my approach. As I stood next to William, drying off, I was giving them more time to stare. By then, the older couple had dressed and was leaving. "Would you like a picture of the two of you together?" the man asked. "I could help if you like."

William got to his feet quickly. "Sure, we'd like that. Thanks."

I ran my hands through my hair to try to straighten it, and William put an arm around my waist and hugged me to his side. The man stood back somewhat to get us into the frame from head to toe, but after he took one shot, William asked him to take another, a closer shot that would show us from the waist up. The man smiled knowingly, and over his shoulder, I noticed his wife was smiling also. This one, of course, would show my damp breasts and nipples more clearly, and I think William also liked the idea of my standing there that way in front of a fully dressed man we didn't know.

Honestly, I liked the idea too by this time. Looking at the pictures later, I was embarrassed to see how a blush had spread across my chest and that my nipples had hardened for him. Because his suit was so thin, it was also evident that part of William remained hardened also. No wonder they were smiling.

We did not stay much longer, and as a final act of bravery for me, I took off my bikini next to the car and toweled off once more before getting dressed again for the trip home. Nobody could have seen me there, but the show added to William's excitement, as I could observe when I dared him to change there also. As enticing as his erection looked at that moment, I delayed my further pleasure until later that evening at home.



Shade, Sun, and Neighbors Ch. 03



For a few days after our adventure at the quarry, our time passed in everyday activities, so we had no opportunity to get together with Carrie and Steve, let alone to try other new experiences if we felt the urge and had the courage. That changed the following week.

Since the incident at their pool when Steve caught me in an inadvertent display, I noticed that our neighbors were trying to be more discreet if they knew we were out on our patio or in the yard. For that reason, I was not surprised to see them eating lunch on their patio, dressed in shirts and shorts. They would have seen me along the vine-covered fence between our two yards, carrying a basket and snipping flowers and greenery for a bouquet I wanted for our table. I too was wearing shorts and a light sleeveless blouse.

Concentrating on my task, I did not see them approach. Carrie said, "Hi, been awhile. How are our new neighbors?"

I was, at that moment, leaning over to reach a particularly pretty bloom, and when I looked up, Carrie and Steve stood just across from me. Although it was not as severely embarrassing as Steve's previous unexpected appearance, I must have blushed all the same: in that position, my blouse would have hung away from my chest, giving him an unobstructed view of my breasts.

The need for a bra that afternoon never occurred to me. The ability to do without a bra might be seen as an advantage by some. Even so, part of my previous attitude toward my tiny breasts had arisen from the frequency of innocent occasions that might result in unintended shows, and because they were so small, a view down my blouse, as opposed to the blouse of a woman with larger breasts, usually included my entire breast, all the way down to my nipples. Reflexively, I straightened up and talked with them about nothing special, just the usual small talk between neighbors, and we all silently seemed to agree that what had been seen had not been seen.

Steve was not the type to leer, and Carrie always had the ability to say the right thing in order to put everyone at ease. Nevertheless, in the back of my mind, I was trying to figure out why I would be able to sit topless amongst strangers one week, and feel embarrassed about a friend's accidental peek at my breasts the next week. If I had the time to ponder the question, I guess I would have concluded that doing something daring in front of strangers offers the security of knowing that I would probably never have to face the witnesses again, whereas a friend, especially a next-door neighbor, would be a constant reminder of what I had done. After all, wasn't I still a bit self-conscious in front of Steve because of his seeing me nude that day?

There at the fence, though, I did not have time to ponder the question and did not consider the issue beyond the point that struck me first: Steve and Carrie are friends, and the people at the quarry were not. With that in mind, I continued talking to them, and I also went back to snipping flowers. Trying to act as if unaware of my exposure, I leaned over for several more flowers, took my time in snipping them, and felt the breeze and Steve's eyes enter my blouse and sweep over my nipples. I also found that I could reach while turned sideways and give him a view of my breast through the loose arm hole of my blouse. During all the time I was allowing this display, I was still embarrassed (this sort of behavior was not yet normal for me) only now the embarrassment included some excitement.

I wondered if Steve could perceive my excitement, if my nipples showed my feelings to him. I also wished William would come out and see me stretch my boundaries again. Unfortunately, William was busy elsewhere, and Steve and Carrie soon went back to their house to get on with their day's business as well. Before she left, though, Carrie winked at me and said, "You're a cutie."

Back inside, I could barely hold on to the vase as I arranged my flowers in it, because my heart was racing once more. This time, I did not have to wait for William to return from out of town, and I went upstairs to look for him and tell him what happened. Again, he reacted with what I'd call amazed disappointment, and again I could try to recreate the scene by showing him how my blouse gaped open when I bent over or reached to the side. And once again, we wound up in bed, whispering and then almost shouting to each other about what we've done or might want to do.

Over dinner, we talked more about our neighbors. I said, "Have you noticed how they're trying to make it so we won't feel threatened?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, today for instance. They had clothes on to eat on their patio. If you think about it, the only times we know that they've been outside nude are when, for all they knew, we weren't home, and we definitely weren't outside. What I mean is, they're trying to be our friends on our terms,"

William replied, "You could tell them not to worry, that we're cool with whatever they do at home or in their yard."

"I don't know if I want to do that."

"Hey, I'm not saying that just because I figure I'll get to see Carrie nude more often."

"Oh, I know you didn't mean it that way. Still, you wouldn't mind it, I bet." He just smiled. "Anyway, I guess what I'm considering is that I want us to be their friends too, their friends on their terms."

"You want to be nude with them?"

"I can hardly believe my own ears, but, yes, I'm curious about how it would feel. Still, thinking that's what I'd like to do and actually doing it are two different things. You may have to help me."

"How? By taking your clothes off and tying you up outside by the gate?"

I laughed. "That would be one way, just not what I had in mind."

"So what did you have in mind?"

"I don't know right now. Let me think about it."

Another chat over coffee with Carrie pushed my thinking about it even further. She didn't exactly say that they had seen down my blouse the other day, but she mentioned that I appeared to be getting more comfortable around them. I had not planned to tell her about our visit to the quarry, but I wound up doing just that. She was happy to hear about my topless afternoon.

"You may be ready to get in the pool again soon." I didn't know what to say, and she went on, "I'm only teasing, Linda. Why don't you and William come over for a swim this evening after dinner? It should be a cool way to finish a hot and humid day. And come any way you feel comfortable. Moving at your own speed is best."

So William and I found ourselves walking over to their yard in the evening light, not sure what we were getting into. I was wearing my bikini and a pair of shorts over the bottoms. William wore his little suit and had a towel draped around his shoulders. Just the opposite of me, Carrie wore her bikini with a short tee-shirt over her top.

Steve was the big surprise. He was in the pool, and we could see that he was nude. Carrie noticed our surprise and said, "You don't mind, do you? I told Steve about your trip to the quarry, so he thought he could return to his old habits."

William answered, "No, it's fine. Your pool, your rules." I had to make myself stop staring into the water to try to get a clear view of his penis and listen to hear if any rules applied to us.

Carrie said, "The rule is be comfortable." William got in the water right away then, but Carrie and I lingered, taking our time to remove our extra clothing. "How comfortable are we getting tonight?" she asked. I was just stepping out of my shorts, a bit self-conscious about Steve seeing my revealing bikini, even though he'd seen more of me before, and I turned to ask Carrie what she meant. She had pulled her shirt off over her head, but still held it in her arms, covering her breasts. She wasn't wearing her bikini top. "Would William mind?"

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind at all." My expression must have shown some uncertainly, though. 

"I guess I figured as much. So how about you, then? You okay with me this way?"

"Yes, like William said, your rules."

"I mean that I don't want you to feel pressured. If I go topless, it doesn't mean you have to."

"Well, just not right now. But thanks. Maybe if you give me some time."

"You take all the time you want," Carrie said, and she dropped her shirt on a chair, calmly revealing her breasts to our view. William tried not to stare, but I knew he liked what he saw, and Steve looked proud to know that his wife could get that sort of reaction from him.

We swam for a while and talked about various beaches, and we naturally brought up our time at the quarry. Steve wanted to know William's opinion of how Carrie compared to the women there.

He was still trying not to stare, but said, "Carrie would look great on any beach." She smiled and thanked him, and he added, "Linda would look great on any beach too. At the quarry, she was the most beautiful one there. I mean, I already knew how pretty she was, but she convinced everyone else too."

"I wish we'd been there," Steve said.

I was blushing and thanked them both. Looking at William, I sensed he was hoping I would join Carrie in going topless again. At the quarry, I sat up topless to kiss him when he gave me a similar compliment, and moving closer to him in the water, I kissed him again. To Steve and Carrie, it would have looked like I was kissing him because of his compliments to me, but I was also whispering to him. "If you want to untie my top, you can."

He whispered back, "I'd rather watch you untie it," and stepping back, he said aloud, "Go on, you're lovely."

Steve and Carrie were watching intently. She stood up enough to get her breasts above the water line, as if to encourage me by example. I was standing in the shallow water as my hands, shaking nervously, went to my back to find one of the knots holding my top up. My eyes were fixed on William as I loosened the string on my back, loosened the other string at the back of my neck, and pulled my top away from my breasts. It was only a few seconds I stood there before I tossed the top over by a chair and quickly lowered myself into the water. The experience was almost overwhelming, because at the same time I was feeling so self-conscious about my tiny breasts, baring them for our friends also made them seem so prominent. In the clear pool, my breasts would still be visible, but I felt more at ease that way.

Finally, I was able to look at Steve and Carrie, both of whom were smiling and otherwise not making too much of a fuss over my exposure. Steve simply stated, "You look beautiful."

Because I was so small, the water did not affect my body this way, but I couldn't help noticing how Carrie's breasts were more buoyant in the pool, and Steve's penis, even though it was not erect, was standing up under the water. Anyway, with their help, then, I soon became as casual as they were about being seen.

Of course, being in the water made it easier for me, but after an hour of swimming, we decided to go inside for drinks, and I wondered how I would react when I got out of the pool. Steve and William got out first, and Steve began toweling off. "We don't want to drip too much on the floor," he said, and he was making no effort to hide his penis from view.

I felt Carrie elbow me in the side. "I didn't think he could resist a full-frontal show."

"No problem," I answered. "To be honest, I like seeing his penis," and then I stopped talking, afraid I had said too much.

"I'm glad you like it. By the way, I hope you don't mind if I take a look at William's body."

Looking his way, I wasn't sure what William was going to do. Steve told him, "You can put your suit over the chair and wrap a towel around yourself."

He moved somewhat tentatively and looked back at Carrie and me in the pool, seeing us watching him rather eagerly. I smiled at him encouragingly, and then William hooked his thumbs in his suit and pulled it down and off. He was trying to keep his back turned toward us and strip his suit off quickly, but it was too wet to come off easily, and we still saw quick glimpses of his penis when he had to step out of his suit and when he was drying his legs before he could use his towel to cover himself again. Steve kept his towel in his hand, but did not cover himself. The two of them then went inside to fix the drinks, giving us a moment to get out of the pool and out of our bikinis.

Carrie was quickly out of her bikini, and she asked me, "Was that William's first time nude outside?"

"Yes, he surprised me a bit. Besides me, you're the first woman to see him without his clothes. "

"If you don't mind me saying, he has a nice body, at least a very cute bottom. He'd make a few women turn to look on any nude beach, and you can tell him I said so. Anyway, I'm going to wrap a towel around myself too. You want one also?" Standing there half nude, I did not think I could feel comfortable with such a flimsy covering, so I opted to remove my bikini bottoms and put my shorts back on.

Before I could dry myself and put them on, however, Steve put his head out the door to ask Carrie where some glasses were, and he got another look at my bare bottom. In fact, both Carrie and I were nude, facing away. I was about to grab a towel to cover up when Steve put his head back inside and called, "Hey, Will, you should come over here and see this."

Waiting only a moment, I then saw William at the door, looking at our backsides and seeing me nude in front of Steve, just as he said he had wanted to see me after that first time in front of Steve. For an instant, the idea of turning around and remaining completely nude struck me as fun and exciting, but the thought passed. William's big smile may have inspired the notion, yet seeing his tight grip on his towel perhaps kept me from taking that next step.

I even started to feel my nerves again then. Going inside, I wanted a towel, but to wrap around my top. That would look strange, though, so I remained bare to the waist as I stepped into the brightly lit room overlooking the pool. William seemed uneasy in his towel, but he beamed a great smile when he saw me come in that way.

The rest of the evening passed more casually than I would have imagined. Steve was completely nude, Carrie and I were topless, and William wore only a towel, but we kept up a friendly conversation and enjoyed ourselves. In fact, somewhere along the line, Carrie let her towel come undone, and nobody reacted. Well, I'm sure William noticed, but with her seated, he could not see that much more of her.

His towel also would not stay tucked in at his waist while he was seated, but unlike Carrie, he kept it over his lap. When we finally got up to leave, however, the loose towel meant that we all saw his bottom again before he could gather it around his waist. Carrie, on the other hand, stood and let him see her fully.

William tried to act nonchalant, but the sight of her must have distracted him enough that he knocked a bowl of chips over. When he rushed to pick them up from the floor, his towel came undone again, and this time his hands were full. Although he had his back to us, we could all see his penis dangling beneath him as he crouched on the floor. Carrie smiled, but she said nothing, figuring that William would not want that kind of attention.

He surprised me a bit, though, as we were leaving. With Steve and Carrie in the doorway to see us off, William left their towel on a chair on the patio, but didn't put his suit back on. He also kept his back to them until we were just off the patio, where he turned, one hand over his penis, and waved goodbye with his other hand.

I let my shorts drop so that we could both walk back home nude, and after a few steps, I turned to wave goodnight to our neighbors, covering my pubic hair with my other hand as William had done. Our neighbors watched us until we reached the gate. The distance and the darkness gave us enough courage to turn toward them for one last wave, and although it felt thrilling, I think they could not really see that much.

The thrill was plenty for us, though, and we spent a lovely couple of hours in bed recalling our feelings and making love. When I told him how Carrie and I could see his penis while he was getting dried off and while cleaning up the spill, his orgasm soon followed.

A couple of days later, I told William that I had thought more about going nude with Carrie and Steve. He looked at me intently. "Go on, I'm listening."

"I don't know how to ask any other way, so I'll just say it: Do you think you could go first? I mean, when it comes to deliberate acts, I've mostly been the one to show something."

"When it comes to accidental acts too," he laughed.

"Right, but each of the times that I was aware of what I was doing, all I did was expose my breasts, and that's not showing that much."

"That's showing the very best, I think."

"You're sweet to say so. Anyway, what I'm getting at is this: if I'm going to bare all, I'm going to need more encouragement."

"No problem. I can be a one-man cheerleading squad whenever you need me, and I'm sure Steve can be counted on to say nice things too."

I laughed again. "No, really. Words of encouragement are fine, I just need more, I think."

"So what can I do?"

"You remember how you offered to take off your suit at the quarry. You didn't even ask me to take mine off first, you just offered to remove your suit if that's what I wanted."

"If you had told me to go ahead, I don't know that I could have done it, though." He waited for what I had to say next.

"I know I told you to keep your suit on because I didn't want to take mine off then, but if the offer's still open, I think I can go as far as you can. I just need you to go first. But not like the other night at their pool. You have to be nude and face us too." 

"A dare, huh?" William seemed to be considering the idea, a little hesitant now that I was seriously suggesting that his body be the one so exposed, and to Carrie and Steve rather than strangers on a nude beach. "So, how would you suggest I do this?"

"Let me think about that some more. But you're genuinely curious to know if you could handle it, right?"

"Curious, yes. Able to handle it, I don't know."

I moved over to him and reached to stroke the front of his pants. "This penis deserves to be seen," I whispered in his ear. I must have pushed a good button in him.

Before I could say any more, he was guiding me to the sofa and stripping me at the same time. William stood before me as I sat, and I brought his shorts and underwear down quickly as he pulled his shirt off over his head. Then it was natural and easy to take his penis into my mouth. I let him move back and forth over my tongue, and sometimes I'd hold him out of my mouth and lick his penis so that he could look down and see my tongue running all over his erection. I paused once in my tracing of his length and asked, "What if Carrie could see this penis now?" and then popped it back into my mouth as deeply as possible. Just like the other night, the taste of his orgasm followed suddenly and strongly. As it did for me, thinking about being seen in the nude enhanced his passion. 

Tomorrow, we would see if he could act on the fantasy.

The next day was a Saturday, the day William usually mowed the lawn. He came downstairs in old shorts and a tee-shirt, as if that day would be no different. "Wait up, sweetie. I think I want to tell you my idea now."

"All right, I'm at your service."

I cut right to the chase. "Why not cut the grass in the nude?"

"What? Are you serious?"

"Well, if you keep your shoes on, there's no danger, right? Your shirt and shorts don't protect you in any way, do they?"

"No, I just think this idea sounds pretty strange. What made you think this would be a good idea?"

"I want your nudity to be casual, to be part of your everyday activities. Like Steve and Carrie. Remember how we've seen them nude when they were out to water their plants. And since the other night, they are out in the yard more often, working without their clothes. I saw them this morning already, although I don't know if they're still out. Anyway, I think it would impress them to see you doing your yard work as you would do it any other weekend. Except this time you won't be wearing any clothes."




Shade, Sun, and Neighbors Ch. 03



"I don't know. I sort of figured I'd just somehow wind up skinny dipping in their pool."

"We could have done that the other night. They still must think we aren't that comfortable with complete nudity. What better way to show them than to, well, show them your body?" As I put this question to him, I lifted his old shirt over his head, getting no real resistance. "See, you're half way there. Nothing odd about having your shirt off on a warm day, is there?"

"It's not the shirt I'm thinking about."

"Don't you think you look good this way? Don't you think Carrie would like your chest?"

"Who knows? I guess so."

"Believe me, she'll like it. And if she likes this top half, she'll like this bottom half too. She already told me she thought you had a cute bottom." I was unfastening his shorts and bringing them down so he could step out of them, leaving him in his red briefs.

"She wouldn't be satisfied to see me like this?"

"Are you getting cold feet?"

"Maybe. You really think this is a good idea?"

"I think it's great, and when they see you, Steve and Carrie will think so too." With that I started to lower his briefs. I did not just yank them down suddenly because I wanted to be sure he was ready. He had never pushed me, so I was not going to push him. When I had his pants to his knees, I knew he was going along with me, and soon I was helping him step out of his underwear, pulling them over his shoes. While I was still down on the floor, I gave his penis a quick kiss and said, "You're beautiful. Go let the neighbors see you."

He moved as if he had doubts. Perhaps he was wondering whether I was daring him to do it because I knew that the neighbors weren't outside or weren't even home. Or perhaps he was wondering how he'd feel if they were home and were outside, whether it would be too embarrassing if Steve and Carrie actually saw him mowing the grass in the nude. Off he went, though. He stayed near the house as he walked over to the shed where we keep the mower, and then he came back. "What about the front yard?"

"Never mind," I laughed. "Do that later."

This time he did not come back. I watched him start the mower and tentatively begin the big job of cutting all our deep yard. Before long, he had cut the grass that was next to the patio and near the house, and as he paused before venturing out further, I recognized the moment of catching your breath and trying to slow your racing heartbeat.

Finally, after checking to see if the neighbors were in sight, he cut a line all the way back to the woods and returned on a parallel line. Whether Steve and Carrie had noticed him yet, I didn't know, but I was getting an exciting show of his tight bottom when he walked out, and an even better show of his penis when he walked back. The warm weather made his testicles hang down loosely, and I was glad to see them so clearly. The way his penis and testicles moved as he walked turned me on, and so did the notion that he was getting his first feel of the sun and breeze on every inch of his body.

Another idea occurred to me, and I ran upstairs: the camera. This big event needed to be recorded, so I took a few pictures from the upstairs window, shots of him coming and going. In one, I got a shot of him as he stopped to pick up some sticks. He was facing away, and I liked the way I could see his penis dangling between his legs as he stretched and reached over.

Soon after I noticed Carrie near the gate, and William quickly caught her attention. As she watched him moving toward the back end of our yard, she waved Steve over to see also. Together, they watched William coming in their direction, his penis moving from side to side in the sunlight. I knew he became aware of them when he stopped abruptly and looked toward the gate. Steve and Carrie stood there waving to get his attention. Both of them, of course, were still completely nude.

William shut off the mower and then stood there, not knowing what to do or where to put his hands. Later, he told me he suddenly wanted to hide and stayed behind the mower as if it could block their view of him. Steve called to him, "Hey, Willie, me boy!" and Carrie jokingly added, "I can see he's a boy, all right! But don't say 'Willie,' it's crude. Say 'penis' instead." William blushed even more to hear such direct references to his exposed penis. They came in the yard and went over to him, all of them moving into the shade under our large maple tree.

After one more picture of the three of them together, I knew I would have to go outside if I wanted to hear what they were saying. In my mind, I had imagined this scene of the four of us a certain way, so I grabbed a blanket and stopped in the kitchen for a tray, four glasses, and a pitcher of iced tea.

One other detail: still dressed only in my thin nightgown, I lifted it off over my head and dropped it on the counter. I had not worn panties this morning, so I would not have lines from the elastic waistband. Even if I wouldn't admit it to myself, I must have been planning ahead for Steve to see all of my body.

Carrying the tray of refreshments on the folded blanket, I paused at the door, took a deep breath to compose myself, and stepped out onto the patio. Talking under the tree, the others did not hear me come out, so it was all the more dramatic for William suddenly to see his wife, walking toward them, completely nude. I did not even have my sandals on.

Despite the fact that my breasts are so small, I was conscious of how they bounced slightly with every step I took. Because I had my hands full, there was no way for me to cover myself, as Steve and Carrie saw when they turned to look at what had caught my husband's attention. Carrie smiled at me, and Steve seemed at a loss for words as he frankly let his eyes roam up and down over my breasts and, for the first time, my pubic hair and vagina. William was just as speechless. I had told him I needed him to go first, but he had no idea that I would join him so soon in shedding all my clothes for our friends.

"I thought you could all use something cool to drink." I asked William to hold the tray for me while I spread the blanket for us to sit on. In doing so, I knelt on the ground and reached to each corner in order to open the blanket fully. With the other three standing behind me, I knew how my bottom must have looked to them and how they could probably have seen between my legs. With the blanket all arranged, I turned toward William to take the tray. Now it was my turn to be speechless. He was blushing more: his penis was sticking up, nearly fully erect.

William said, "Maybe I should go inside for a little while."

Carrie responded, "Don't feel embarrassed. It's so romantic to see a man aroused by the sight of his lovely wife. And besides, it's also a lovely penis. Be a shame to hide it."

"I second that," said Steve, and William stayed put as if trying to decide. 

I took the tray, and Steve and Carrie joined me on the blanket. Steve stretched out on his side, and Carrie did likewise. Neither betrayed any shyness about letting their genitals show. I sat with my legs folded beneath me, so I was not as open as Carrie was, but they could still see the top of my pubic hair. William finally decided to sit, although he couldn't find a comfortable position at first.

"Just sit any old way, William. Nothing about your penis offends us, so stop worrying."

So he stretched out like Steve had, his erection holding stiffly parallel to the ground, having grown even bigger. This was better than I imagined. It excited me to think of Carrie getting to see his penis, and now she was getting to see all of it. I smiled at him, catching his eye, glancing down at his erection, and then returning my look to his eyes to show how happy and proud I was of his brave display. Likewise, he let his eyes wander over my body before winking at me, both of us silently thinking that we couldn't believe we were out here so openly nude with our neighbors for the first time, finally.

We were sipping our tea when Carrie spoke up again. "I like the way you two look at each other. I must say, I'm enjoying your body, William. You know, I've always said that when I can see a man without his clothes, I'm seeing him nude, but when I see him without his clothes and with an erection, then I'm seeing him naked. And I really like seeing a man naked."

"I'm glad you like it. I can't help it anyway," William replied.

"No need. Besides, I think Linda helped it already." Turning to me, she went on, "You're certainly full of surprises. Hard to believe you're the same Linda who scurried off our patio not so long ago."

Steve said, "She's the same Linda all right. I'd recognize that bottom anywhere, and happy to make the acquaintance of the rest of your body."

Carrie came back to William. "You haven't looked at me that much or said anything about me. Don't you like what you see? Let me tell you what I like about your body. I love the way you're still kind of shy about this, and I love that your body is relatively pale and your penis and scrotum have a deep reddish color that stands out in contrast, especially that large, purple head of your penis. It's even shiny it's so stretched."

William took a sip of tea, embarrassed and hesitant. Given permission so clearly, though, he let his gaze take in her body. "Okay," he said, "since you described me so kindly, I'll tell you that I love the way those freckles spread over your breasts, and while I love Linda's breasts, it's nice to see another, larger pair of breasts, just for variety. I'm also excited to know that the color of your pubic hair matches the hair on your head. I wondered about that from the first time we met. I've never seen such lightly colored curls on a woman's vagina."

"Oh, what a sweet talkin' guy. Steve, can you match that? What do you think of Linda's body?"

When I turned his way, I could tell he had been staring at me almost the whole time. "I think it's magnificent," he answered. "I bet William agrees with me. Those wide, dark nipples on your breasts may be your most attractive asset. Otherwise, it have to be your wispy pubic hair because, even when you're standing up with your legs together, that hair is thin enough to allow anyone to see the cleft between your labia."

His words acted on me as if they was actually caressing my breasts and vagina as he described each, and I'm sure I was blushing. It was nice to hear him praise my small breasts (William would no doubt say he told me so), and I was surprised to know my vagina was so easily observed.

"Look, Linda," said Carrie, "you've made my husband naked too." And sure enough, Steve's penis had grown beautifully erect. "I think William's penis may be a little thicker than Steve's, at least just beneath the head where it looks the thickest. Steve's is more the same thickness up and down, but I guess it's a good thing that they are otherwise about the same size. What do you think, Linda?"

Making myself stare openly at him, which wasn't easy since William and Carrie would see I was looking mostly at his penis, I tried with difficulty to put words together, finally saying, "That first time I saw you at the pool, I was fascinated by your pubic hair, the way the sun has lightened it. It was different, so I liked seeing that about you. And now that I can see your penis this way, to know how big you get with an erection, I see that it bends a little bit and the head looks so large. I just like knowing what you look like, it's different."

Carrie leaned over and held his penis out, saying, "I always liked this thick vein. Sometimes when I hold him like this, I can actually feel a pulse there."

I scooted over to William, and held his penis out so Carrie could see the vein running up his penis. Touching him that way while they watched was exciting, and I was getting to understand the pleasures of their kind of nudism.

While Carrie was still examining his penis, William asked her, "If an erection is what makes a man naked to you, what is it that makes a woman naked in the eyes of a man?"

"A man's erection does it because that makes his penis so obvious to see. For a woman's sex, it becomes obvious to see when her legs are open enough to display the folds of her vagina. Let me show you," and Carrie sat up, leaned back, and spread her legs. Her pubic hair was thick, but now we could see her moist inner labia. "Don't be shy, go ahead and look."

William could not tear his eyes from the sight for several moments, until I asked him, "Do you want me to get naked too?"

Steve said, "I was hoping you would."

William sat up and looked at me. He whispered, "Yes, please."

I moved so that I was sitting on my bottom with my legs curled in front of me. Never in my imagination of this scene had I thought the men would get erections, and never did I think I'd then show myself so openly, but I had gotten to see them, and I wanted to let them see every detail of my body too. All of us would get to satisfy our curiosity about what each other looked like. It was only fair. Once more then, I took a breath and shifted my legs out in front of me. I could not bring myself to look at them, so I looked down and closed my eyes as I leaned back on my hands and slowly opened my legs as far as I could. 

One of the men sighed audibly, and then William said, "It's so wet." A bit of breeze did brush my labia and make me shiver slightly.

"And so delicate," added Steve.

In a way, I wished I had a mirror because I wanted to see what they were seeing of me. I opened my eyes, still looking down between my legs, and with one hand on my lower stomach, I pulled my skin up a bit so I might see better. From my vantage, my labia were just visibly protruding.

"Now that's very lovely," Steve said. "I love the shiny color of your clitoris. It's like coral."

I made myself look up then to see their faces, but I did not make eye contact with either. My vagina was the center of their attention.

"They're right, your vagina really is pretty," said Carrie. "You should try to stay naked like that while we all finish our tea."

And so I left my legs wide apart for them. William and I talked to them about how much this adventure was testing our nerve and satisfying our curiosity at the same time. It was good to hear them say that, even though being seen nude was no longer a big challenge to them, the opportunity to see another body completely exposed still turned them on. They were very happy we managed to overcome our fears because they were enjoying the sight of us. That the experience was our first made it all the more sexy for them.

All too soon, though, Carrie and Steve got up, and William and I stood as well. I said, "Just leave the glasses and things, I can get them later."

Carrie took Steve by his erect penis, saying, "I think we have something to do at home." Likewise, taking William by his erection, I started to lead him into the house. "Same here," I said.

Carrie gave William's penis one more lingering look. "Just checking your grip," she laughed. Then we all continued to our own homes, and I watched our friends as their nude and naked bodies passed through the gate, leaving it open.



Shade, Sun, and Neighbors Ch. 04



As you might guess, William and I enjoyed a full afternoon of passionate sex, often talking to each other about Steve or Carrie's body, but more about their reactions to our bodies. After dark, we even went out under the maple tree to retrieve the tray and glasses, and we wound up making love there on the blanket. Although we figured that the neighbors could not see us in the dark, I don't think we would have stopped if they did see us.

After the two of us, in just a matter of weeks, had come so far in what William called our nude self-confidence, I continued to look for ways to keep the experiences new and exciting. Steve and Carrie maintained their usual routine of going nude when sitting on the patio, swimming, and doing yard work. William and I joined them in this regular habit, and I immediately wished I had enjoyed the pleasures of being outside in the nude earlier in life.

I liked the way Carrie would show up nude at the back door for a little visit, so I tried joining them on their patio that way a few times. I liked the way William followed Steve's lead by working around the yard, seemingly without a care about being exposed, and both of them were always at least half erect. Despite appearances, though, William told me it was still difficult to let the others see him that way. No doubt, it didn't help that Carrie and I teased the two of them, saying we didn't think we'd see them completely flaccid ever again. Of course, she and I were both happy to see their penises remain fuller and to keep them on edge a bit, not to mention that a stiffer penis bounces more when the man moves about.

Every once in a while, we each had occasion to be the only ones nude in front of the others. One of the times Carrie dropped in, William and I were just going out to run errands. At their house, I once came in from a luncheon outing with Carrie, and Steve was coming in from a swim. For them, however, I think the feeling was not that unusual.

On the other hand, on another occasion, Carrie and I were planning to go shopping for wallpaper border that I wanted for our bedroom. Before heading out to the store, she and I were in the bedroom to measure the walls, and William came in from mowing the grass out front, meaning that he was dressed when he came inside. He was going to jump in the shower when he found us in the room and seemed surprised and a little embarrassed because we made no effort to hurry or go.

Neither of us made any effort to look the other way either when he finally started to undress for his shower. With both of us fully dressed and smiling, he perhaps felt challenged and decided to show how daring he could be. His shirt and shorts were off quickly, and the underpants came down after only a brief pause. He never turned away while stripping and left the bathroom door open when he went in to shower.

Carrie and I took our time (who can concentrate on measuring walls when a man can be seen in the shower in the next room), so we were still in the room when he came out. Leaving his towel aside, he even came over to us to talk to us about our plans for the afternoon. I was proud of his confident display, and our stares must have pleased him because his penis grew erect while we talked.

After that daring show, I wanted to prove my own confidence too. My opportunity came soon enough. William and I had been out for part of the morning, and we had to get back in time for William to go golfing with Steve. I walked with William next door, where we found Steve waiting on the patio, but Carrie was not home. They had a little time, so we sat to talk before the guys left, and I saw my chance to satisfy my curiosity about taking such a dare. I stood up and said, "It's getting warm out here. Do you mind if I take a quick dip in the pool?"

Steve quickly answered, "Of course not. Feel free anytime."

I had the attention of both and started to unbutton my blouse. Because we had been to some stores before, I was wearing a bra. It was thin enough to let my nipples show through, which the men could see as I faced them while undressing. With my slacks off next, they could see that my panties matched the bra and did little to hide my pubic hair.

Steve remarked, "It's strange, but I've never seen you in your underwear."

"Do you approve of this style," I asked and turned around to show that my panties were see-through in the back as well.

"Oh, yes, I approve, that is, if underwear is necessary, yours seem to me to be a good choice."

William was beaming as he watched me continue stripping for them. "Well, no undies are needed for the pool," I said, and I faced them again as I reached behind to unclasp my bra. Pulling the loose straps off my arms, I placed it on the chair with my other clothes. Neither of them took their eyes off me as I paused, still needing to gather my courage. Proudly, I kept my composure, eased my panties down my legs, dropped them on the chair, and stood for a few moments for them to examine me.

Only when I thought I had given them enough of a show did I walk around to the deeper side of the pool, deliberately giving them a view of my bottom in motion, and dived in. When it was time for them to go, I got out to give William a kiss good-bye. And to give both one more look at my dripping nudity. It was difficult for William to tear himself away and go then, and we later made love, talking entirely of how my scene had made both of us so aroused.

William and I also paid a return visit to the quarry the next time he had a call at the university. Although neither of us spoke about it, it was understood that we both wanted to lay out in the nude this time. In the middle of summer, with the weather somewhat hotter, the "beachfront" was even more crowded than before, and no matter where we spread our blanket, we were going to be very close to others. Looking for people we wouldn't mind being next to, I noticed that a few more couples were baring all today, but there were still several men with the baggy trunks and topless girlfriends, and still a few men alone and gawking. "So what," I figured.

"Don't those two look familiar?" William asked, and he pointed to a couple up ahead.

"Yeah, they're the ones from last time, the guy who took our picture."

They were camped out a bit away from the water's edge, and there was room next to them for our blanket, so we had found our spot. The two of them were sitting up as we approached, and I could see again her shaved vagina and his odd looking (to me) uncircumcised penis. They looked our way and must have recognized us. "The romantic couple returns," she exclaimed, and he offered a friendly, "Welcome back."

"Hi again. Glad to see you," I said, and immediately hoped they would not take that the wrong way. "Are you guys regulars here?"

"We can't get tans like this in our backyard," she replied, laughing. "By the way, we're Karen and Ed."

"We're Linda and William. We live about two hours away, so we don't get here so often. It's a great place, though."

William and I went about the task of spreading out our blanket, and then William started to fidget with something in the athletic bag. Maybe he was stalling to see what I would do. I was determined not to be shy or afraid. Still on my feet, plainly in view of our new acquaintances and several other potential watchers nearby, I quickly untied my bikini top and dropped it on the ground.

Continuing our brief conversation, Karen said, "You'll need plenty of sunscreen today in this heat."

Acutely aware that they were looking at me, I answered, "That will just make the water feel all the better," and then, before I could think about it too much, I hooked my thumbs in my bikini bottom and peeled it off in front of them and who knows how many others. Ed certainly didn't turn away, and I noticed a number of other pairs of eyes glancing or staring my way.

William was taken aback by my abruptness, but he soon caught up. Getting to his feet, he followed my example and peeled his suit down and off. He told me later that he was fighting his nerves, on the one hand, and arousal at my stripping, on the other. As a result, his penis was not fully erect, but it was partially on the way there. Karen didn't turn away from his display, and I liked the fact that they, like us, enjoyed gazing at another's nude body for the first time.

While we were both still on our feet, I got out the sunscreen. It was sexier to apply it while standing, and I enjoyed rubbing it into my breasts and thighs. At my request, William did my back, and it made me quiver when he ran his hands over my bare bottom in front of so many. I did the same for him, and when I noticed that he was too shy to touch himself, I tenderly applied some lotion to his penis and testicles so they might get red from excitement, but not from sunburn.

All oiled up, we finally sat down. I leaned back on my elbows, but kept my legs together out in front of me, and William followed my example. Karen remarked, "How nice to see a couple take care of each other so lovingly. I'm glad you're back and next to us. Ed could use some lessons that way."

I looked at him and noticed that the head of his penis was peeking out a little. We made eye contact, and he saw where I had been looking. I smiled, and he shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "Whaddya gonna do?" Karen saw him and giggled as she gave him a slap on his bottom.

Given the way I had started to study various bodies, I took note of other differences that made their bodies interesting. His penis and her shaved vagina were the obvious ones. His chest and legs (but not the top of his head) had lots more hair than I had seen on William or Steve, yet I was surprised to see that this didn't mean that his pubic hair would be any denser. About Karen, her bottom was very rounded, and her breasts and nipples, despite a little drooping, would sometimes be covered by her long, straight brown hair when she sat up, and that looked sexy.

Because we felt we could trust them to take care of our bag of stuff, William and I were able to go in the water together. Walking to the water's edge, I felt many eyes on my bottom. William was predictably in a frisky mood, and his hands and fingers gave me a great deal of pleasure under the water. In my hands, his penis was soon fully erect, but we didn't do any more than play with each other like that. In order to get out of the water without such evident arousal, William said he needed to swim and work off the tension. I went in the other direction so as not to distract him, and after several minutes saw him walk back to our blanket, apparently without drawing more attention to his body than was proper.

I swam in toward the water's edge and got out a little further down the way than I planned. I could have gotten back in the water, but I decided to try my resolve again. Stepping out onto the beach, nude and dripping wet, I walked the hundred feet or so back towards our blanket. Along the way, I had to pass several people, some nude or partially nude, some covered. In fact, at least two guys in shorts made it a point to walk past me.

Unknown to me at the moment, William was getting it all on camera, including shots of me near one of those guys with the shorts, but also shots of me near people whose nude bodies, male and female, were on display in the sun as much as mine. Back at the blanket, I was toweling off as William took one more picture that showed me with Ed and Karen in the background.

Ed noticed the camera and offered to take a picture of us together again. I was hoping to get such a snapshot, and the two of us posed arm in arm.

"Do you want me to get in closer, like last time?"

William told him, "One like that would be fine, but be sure to get one of us from head to toe also." And that's what he did, having us turn in different ways so that at least one or two would turn out well. As I later saw when looking at these pictures, Ed must have been turning us so that my vagina would be clearly visible in the sun, rather than hidden by shadows.

When I finally sat down again, William was telling me that he was starting to like it when women passed by and gave his penis a quick sidelong glance. Some got to see more than others, depending on how well he was dealing with his arousal.

Then he mentioned that he still did not have a picture of me naked. It was a good thing that Ed or Karen did not hear him, so we didn't have to explain. Without speaking, I leaned back and opened my legs, not so wide as to be too obvious, but enough to show my labia to him and the camera. After that, I turned on my stomach for a while and rested, but I spent as much time on my back, legs parted, that afternoon. Any number of people passing by were able to see me naked, including Ed and Karen when they came back from a swim.

I rolled on my side to face them. "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"

"Let me guess," Karen answered. "You want to know about my lack of pubic hair."

"Sorry, I was curious. It looks very nice. Is it comfortable?"

"It is now, in a couple of ways. First, if you shave regularly, you don't get the rash or itching that comes from a one-time rush job. Second, after being talked into it by this husband of mine, I had to get over the jitters when it came time to let the whole world see my bald vagina. Now, I think I even like the stares."

"I'm glad to hear you say that. I am trying to get comfortable enough to like the stares too."

Ed said, "You're doing very well then from what I can see, but I hope I'm not staring and making you uncomfortable."

"No, I'm fine with you guys. In fact, I was hoping you didn't think I was staring too much at you."

Karen summed up our mutual feelings: "So we all like to stare a little. Big deal. What's a little nudity among friends, huh?" The rest of the afternoon was more comfortable than I would have imagined.

When it was time to go that day, I suggested to William that we stay nude to walk back to the barrier separating this part of the beach from the family part. He smiled at my desire to make the sensations last as long as possible, so everyone still there at that hour got one more show.

At home, we looked at the pictures on our computer, and we were able to share them with Carrie and Steve this time. They liked all of the shots and took special note of the ones that showed me with other people also in the frame. "It looks like Linda won't ever be running away from someone who sees her nude again," Steve observed.

Carrie said, "You know, I think we can change our group's plans now. Let's have them back to our place so we can use the pool. And let's invite our neighbors."

"What group is that?" I asked.

"We get together with some other couples every few months," Carrie explained. "In the summers, Steve and I like to host the parties because we have the pool. There's a party coming up next week, but we made up an excuse to have someone else host it. You see, we didn't know you would be okay with so many nudists. Even after the little picnic show, we didn't want to presume that you would feel comfortable in a crowd. But now, finding out that you've been to a crowded beach and seeing these pictures, well, I think you're invited. What do you say?"

I looked at William. He said, "I can if you can."

"That's what I was going to say to you," I replied.

Steve then said, "Carrie didn't tell you the whole story. Sometimes there may be some sex involved, but—."

"You mean swapping partners all night?" I didn't mean to sound so shocked, but the idea went way beyond my present limits.

"No," Carrie quickly answered, "nothing like that, really. We all like looking at other bodies, so sometimes we like to have sex with our own partners in view of each other. It's more of a show. But you wouldn't have to do anything you didn't want to do."

Having finished looking at our pictures on the computer, the four of us were going back downstairs to our front room. As was our recent habit, we were all nude. William sat in a chair, and I sat on the arm of the chair next to him. His penis was getting erect, so I knew Carrie's invitation intrigued him. "How does it work at these parties?" I asked.

"Nothing complicated," replied Carrie. "For instance, I might begin like this," and she pulled Steve closer to the sofa she sat on, stroked his penis and put it in her mouth. We could see them from the side, and I was stunned by the sexiness of their passion and by the memory of times when William and I might have been seen in exactly this position.

Every once in a while, I had looked at William and myself in a mirror as we made love, curious about what we looked like that way, and now I was getting a live show from our friends. She continued to suck him until he stepped back, knelt before her, and picked her legs up to put them over his shoulders. Her vagina opened for his tongue, and she clearly enjoyed his technique. "Do you like what you see?" she asked.

I could hardly speak, but managed to whisper, "It's lovely."

They moved to the floor with her on her hands and knees, and he entered her from behind. "This is our favorite position," she panted. "Feel free to move around and look from any angle."

I got up, fascinated. I had no idea that such a scene would have so many exciting details. The way his testicles bounced, the way the shaft of his penis slid in and out of her, the way the flesh of her bottom and breasts shook when he pushed into her. I loved it all.

Also, I became aware of how they enhanced their pleasure by looking at us while they made love, how being able to see our bodies while they experienced the feelings of their bodies made their sex more exciting. She cried out when her orgasm hit, and Steve's face contorted when he soon followed. They collapsed on the floor, and after a few moments, I got up to get wash cloths for them. William and I were both very aroused. They could see William's arousal clearly enough, but we were at a loss for words.


Having rested a while, Carrie and Steve got up. Before they left, she looked at William and me, smiled at our blushes, and said, "You two think about it and let us know. We'd love to see you at the party. And I do mean see."

William and I just looked at each other, a little bit stunned. "Do you think you could do that?" he asked.

"I don't know."

"Me neither," he said, and I was glad to know we were still both approaching these new experiences at the same speed. He added, "They looked like they enjoyed it, though."

"Oh, I got turned on too, and we all know you did. But we were watching, not doing."

"You still turned on?"

"Yes, very."

"You want to—," but I stopped him.

"I don't want to do anything right now. I think I want to keep feeling what I'm feeling and keep wondering what I'm wondering."

"Wondering what?"

"Whether I could make love with you while they watched. I know it would be only fair. I just was not going to be ready to do it for them tonight. It all happened so fast." I took his penis in my hand, bent over and gave it a deep kiss. "Maybe if I make myself wait I'll want you so bad that I won't care who watches." And we went to bed for the night.

It was true that I did want William very much then, and more the next morning. We didn't say a lot to each other over breakfast or afterward, although we both probably had a great deal to think about.

In the afternoon, I pushed myself to a decision. Having made a few preparations, I told William, "I've laid out some clothes for you on the bed. Why don't you put them on and meet me on the patio?" He could see that I was wearing my short silk robe, but he couldn't tell what, if anything, I had on underneath it. With a quizzical smile, he went upstairs, and when he returned shortly, I knew he understood my idea and was ready to go along with me.




Shade, Sun, and Neighbors Ch. 04



A quick call to the neighbors was all that was left to do. "Carrie? Can you and Steve take a break for tea in the shade with us? We'll see you under the maple in a few minutes."

We arranged the blanket and set out the glasses and pitcher of tea. At the gate, Carrie and Steve stopped. They were nude and saw both of us wearing short robes. "Are we dressing for tea?" Carrie asked.

"You're fine. Come on over," I answered.

They still seemed a bit tentative, unsure of how we were reacting to their invitation and show last night, so I tried to put them at ease. "William and I are dressed this way for a reason. We have enjoyed some great first-time experiences with you two, and, if we can keep up our nerve, this is going to be another first, but also a bit of a re-enactment. These clothes were what we were wearing on the night that we first made love with each other."

"Oh, I see," said Carrie. "I love that romantic streak in you."

"That time, I spent the night at William's apartment, and we picked out some underwear for each other. I didn't let him keep his robe for long because I wanted to see how he looked in the pants I gave him." And as I said this, I started to untie William's robe.

Just before I pushed it off his shoulders, though, he reached in his pocket to get the camera, which he handed to Steve. It wasn't part of my plan, but I liked the idea immediately. With the robe on the ground, he was standing there in a very small pair of light colored briefs. They were very thin and had no fly, so the shape of his penis was plainly visible. "I loved the way I could see the outline of his penis in these pants."

As I stroked it through the thin cotton, Carrie said, "Yes, you can even see the ridge around the head," and Steve took a picture.

William broke in, "I was eager to see some of Linda too," and he untied and pushed my robe off of me. As he did so, he turned me slightly so that Steve and Carrie could see the way a red g-string showed off my bottom, which also inspired Steve to snap another photo. On top, I was wearing a matching camisole, although one strap was falling off my shoulder, leaving one breast out already for them and the camera. "She liked to run her hands over me, but I preferred using my mouth to explore her." And he bent to lick my nipple and then take it in his mouth, even biting it lightly and pulling it for them. Steve asked him to hold my nipple in his teeth like that long enough for him to get a close-up.

"I liked that feeling and wanted more," I said, as I pulled the camisole over my head. William then turned his attention to my other breast, pulling it in the same way. While he did this, my hands were roaming over his bottom and into his briefs, and Steve was getting several more shots. Stepping back a little, I told them, "I could wait only a short while before I had to see his penis. First, I just took a peek like this," and I pulled the waistband out to see into his pants.

Carrie, who had not sat down yet, stepped closer to see into William's pants also. "When I saw it, I just had to have it," I said, and I knelt before him and pulled his briefs off completely. "From that first night, I've always loved the way his penis bounces up when I pull his pants down."

"You and me both," Carrie replied.

Steve got a picture of William's display, the first time he'd been photographed with an erection. "This is going to be good," Steve said to Carrie as the two of them sat together on the blanket.

With William naked and me on my knees, we were poised for another new experience. I confess that I did not do exactly what I had done that first time with William. This time, with his erection in my hand, I turned to look at our friends and the camera lens. They both looked right at me, and holding their eyes in mine, I rubbed William's penis against my cheek, licked its tip briefly, and then put it into my mouth as far as I could take it. Never breaking eye contact, I moved it in and out of my mouth, stopped to lick it all over, and put it back inside me.

Carrie and Steve had such lovely smiles as they watched us, and Steve got a picture of everything I did. Remembering what they had done last night, I shifted my gaze to their bodies, pleased to see that Steve's penis was fully erect and in Carrie's hand. I was feeling William's penis and looking at Steve's, making me feel like I was having both at once. 

I continued licking and sucking on William for a few minutes. Just as during that first time with him, my mouth was giving him too much excitement to hold back. Carrie sensed his approaching orgasm and said, "Oh, yes, let us see it!"

I don't know how she guessed, but I had taken William's penis out of my mouth that first time so that I could see his semen come out. And I did so again for our neighbors, pulling him out while continuing to stroke his penis with my hand. William groaned, and his semen spurted, at least three different sticky strings that shot over my shoulder or onto my chest. Steve managed to hold the camera steady enough to record his beautiful orgasm. Unable to resist, I put his penis back in my mouth to taste his pleasure.

Another difference from that first time was that, without a wall to lean against, William almost fell over. A sweeter difference was that I got to see Carrie keep stroking Steve's penis until he had to put the camera down just before he shot a long string of semen onto her stomach.

"Beautiful!" said Carrie. "Now that's what I call naked, naked and beautiful. You ever see anything so beautiful as these two just showed us, Linda?"

"Well, I've seen William do that before, but it certainly was sweet of Steve to let me see him in such an intimate moment."

Steve, meanwhile, had picked the camera up again and was focusing on a close-up of some semen dripping off one of my nipples. After he took a few shots, Carrie and I used some napkins to clean ourselves off, and then we each cleaned up our own husbands as well. For a while, we all sipped some iced tea. Carrie, ever ready to keep things sexy, asked, "What about you? Didn't William return the favor?"

William responded, "Just watch and see. I was drained only briefly and wanted to explore more of my lover." In fact, his penis was still nearly fully erect, and it bounced wildly as he pushed me over onto my back, licked my nipples once more, and then turned his hungry attention to my skimpy panties.

As Steve aimed the camera again, William told them, "I loved her in these panties, but I wanted to love her without them." He pulled them down and off, picking up my legs as he yanked my last bit of modesty away. I was held in that explicit pose long enough to be photographed, and then my legs were held wide apart for William's pleasure as well as for the camera and the eyes of our friends.

"This was my first vagina, and I wanted to know it inside and out." William pushed one and then two more fingers into me, my excitement making it easy for them to enter me. Then he bent close to my vagina and used his fingers to part my labia and find my clitoris. As Steve got close-ups of this examination, William continued to arouse me with tickling my clitoris and then licking it. Just like on that first night, his tongue and fingers were driving me wild, and I was lifting my body up to meet his mouth. When I could not wait any longer, I rose up and pushed him down as he had pushed me onto my back.

Once more making eye contact with our audience, I held his penis up and slid my vagina up and down along its length. Steve alternately watched and took pictures, and he got a shot of me as I rode up and held myself right at the tip of William's erection, pushed it back just enough, and then slid down around it. My movements up and down became more wild, but I could hear the camera and our friends along with the sounds William and I were making.

Steve said in hushed tones, "Look at how her nipples bounce. I've got to switch this camera to movie mode for that." Carrie just nodded, mesmerized by our passion. Steve acted just in time. Very soon, a red blush covered my chest, and the feeling of ecstasy was so intense I had to close my eyes.

When I opened them again, I saw the sweet smiles of William and our neighbors. Steve and Carrie were smiling of course because they had gotten to see a very sexy display, and I was happy to give them the same pleasure they gave us.

William's smile meant more to me, though. We had come so far in sharing our bodies and now our passion with our friends, so much further than we would ever have imagined, but it was feeling so wonderful. Who knew we could feel such pleasure and feel it so easily, just by taking off all of our clothes in front of friends. We felt so in love.

Carrie said, "Oh, yes, you two are ready for the party."

I looked at William. "Yes," I answered, "I think we are."



Shade, Sun, and Neighbors Ch. 05



Not that long ago, I had seen only one man's penis, and now, aside from William's, I had seen several. Also, just a day ago, I had seen only William's penis ejaculating, and now I had seen another. Within a couple of days, I would get to see seven more.

William and I were excited about the afternoon making love with Carrie and Steve there to watch, and we enjoyed reliving those couple hours by viewing the many photos and the one short video Steve took. We used to joke that my parents would be shocked to know that their wedding gift of a digital camera might be used to take nude pictures of their only daughter, and now it was filling a large album file of both of us and several others in the nude, including these new pictures of our lovemaking under the maple in our backyard.

As far as we had come, however, we still felt a little anxious about the upcoming party with Carrie and Steve's friends. With our neighbors, we could be more comfortable, knowing that we shared similar erotic desires without any fear that they would try to push us beyond our limits.

From what they said, the group of friends would be equally easy-going, but I wondered if one or two of the guys might be a little crude or aggressive. Although I might now be willing to do things many others would not do, I still have some limits, and I'm not as willing as most to use foul language, especially for sexual talk. Popular movies have it backwards, I think: they are too explicit with violence and profanity, but not at all daring about nudity, especially male nudity.

A visit from Carrie put us somewhat at ease. The morning of the party, she came over to tell us what to expect. One party custom that I immediately liked was that the women would at first be dressed in lingerie.

William wanted to know, "What about the men?"

"The men wear nothing at all from the time they arrive until they leave. Do you think you can handle being introduced to several women who will be looking at your penis before they catch your name?"

William didn't know what to say, and Carrie went on to explain, "The men enjoy a provocative fashion show, but the women enjoyed measuring their reactions, if you know what I mean." So I had to think of what I would wear to meet this new group. And William had to think of how he would feel to meet them while nude. Carrie added, "Linda, at least you won't have to go out like me to get something the guys haven't seen before. All your stuff is new to them."

"Well, it would be nice to have something new for William and Steve to see," I answered.

Then Carrie also told us of some "rules" regarding touching. "No one will try to engage in any actual sex with someone other than a spouse, but we have sort of allowed some touching. For instance, if there's dancing, there's going to be some contact, so a man can hold his dance partner with his hands lightly on her bottom, that is, not pulling her into him, although her breasts will usually be pressed against him a bit."

"Mine might be too small for that to happen," I said.

"We'll know soon. Otherwise," Carrie continued, "sometimes, someone other that a spouse might help put suntan lotion on a person's back side. The party is in the evening, so you probably won't see much use of sun block anyway. That's about it, I think."

I was not sure about the touching rules, but Carrie assured us that we could always just say no thanks. As uncertain as I was, though, the idea of seeing another woman in William's arms sounded intriguing, and he later told me he sort of liked the idea of seeing my bottom touched. Obviously, even with another case of nerves to fight, we were not going to back out of this invitation.

As I had said, I bought something to wear that William and Steve wouldn't have seen before, and I didn't let William see me prepare or see my outfit until we went next door to the party. In accordance with the rules, William walked over in the nude. I was wearing satiny string panties that were tied at my hips. The panties were so small they covered only the bare necessities in front and showed about half of my bottom. A matching lace-up vest that I tied very loosely covered my breasts as long as I stood up straight and the wind didn't blow.

Surprisingly, I soon learned that my revealing outfit left me a little overdressed compared to the other women. When we walked over, Carrie and Steve were, of course, already on the patio to welcome guests. Carrie wore a gown of sorts, actually two pieces of sheer nylon that were pinned at her shoulders. The fabric went to her ankles, but almost any movement would make it fall away from her body.

Two other couples had arrived just before us, Pam and Rob, and Sandy and Norman. As we approached, we were in time to see the two men starting to take off their clothes. One of the women looked up and saw us. "Woohoo! Look at what's coming from next door." Carrie immediately introduced us to all four of them, and we found them to be very friendly.

The two women made a special note of William's nakedness, Sandy saying to Carrie, "Glad to see you've recruited a big one for us to see." He would have been more embarrassed, I'm sure, if he wasn't so taken by the sight of new bodies to look at. Sandy then turned to Rob and Norman, who had stripped to their plain white briefs before we came up. "C'mon, get those clothes off so that Linda can meet you properly."

Both of their husbands were on the heavy side, and they both had rather small penises under their tummies, along with unusually low hanging scrotums. I'd never seen this body type and wondered if all overweight men looked like they did. In a few moments, they started to get erect, and Rob's stuck straight out about four inches, while Norm's curled up like a little banana. To me, size didn't matter because I was curious about any man's body, and even though I knew they might not like the term, I thought their penises were cute.

Pam was heavy set also, and Sandy had the pear-shaped body of a mom, but William liked their large breasts and mature bottoms, which were on display in baby-doll nighties. Pam's was yellow, Sandy's was pink, both were see-through, and neither included panties. They seemed comfortable, though, and once the two men were nude, they showed no hesitation in coming over to talk with us and look closely at my loose fitting vest. 

John and Becky arrived next, and John didn't have time to finish undressing before Peg and Chuck walked around to the back yard from the driveway. All of them were in their thirties and were good looking. During all the introductions, I tried to keep an eye on the men as they stripped. I liked seeing who wore boxer shorts and who wore briefs, and I really liked seeing each one's penis bounce up as he pulled his pants down over it. John and Chuck showed partial erections right away.

Their wives showed almost as much: William got to see them strip nearly all the way, both wearing only white g-stings. Aside from their vaginas, William got to see their firm breasts and bottoms.

Jim and Lynn, the next arrivals, were similarly attractive. As his boxers came off, I saw that his penis was already aroused, and she peeled off her shirt and shorts to show she was almost as bare as Peg and Becky, wearing only a red thong. All three of the women had average size breasts. Which is not to say they all looked alike. Becky's had nipples that protruded almost an inch. Lynn seldom got out in the sun, so she had very pale skin that showed blue veins on her breasts. And Peg's nipples were very red, or cherry flavored, as Chuck liked told us.

These women also commented on the size of William's penis when introduced to him, and I was beginning to appreciate how lucky I was to have William's penis for myself (and how lucky Carrie was too to have Steve). At the quarry, I had seen a number of nude men, but as Carrie would say, I had seen only two naked men. The various penis shapes and sizes already on display at this party made me realize that William and Steve were above average in length. "No wonder the women all comment on his penis," I thought, and I felt all the more proud of William. I know he enjoyed the compliments. Steve and William also had nicer bottoms. On this night, I was learning that some men had sort of flat, featureless bottoms.

But I was about to learn about other even larger shapes and sizes too. Jackie and Luke came next, and they were stunning. At 36, she had flawless skin, a tight bottom, and very large, firm breasts with wide nipples, all visible through her mesh body stocking. It was like seeing a young Sophia Loren's body. Carrie joked, "Let me introduce these two. They're Jackie. Oh, and their husband is Luke." Jackie was used to the kidding and the stares.

Her figure made all the women a bit envious, and Luke's body probably did the same for the men. Watching him strip, I got the surprise of my life when I saw how big a penis could get, probably eight or nine inches in his case.

Even so, Jackie joined the other women in complimenting William about his obvious erection, making him blush again and therefore look all the sweeter to her and the other women. She had a kind comment for me too, saying, "Your breasts have all the guys interested, so I'm jealous. I know they like to see mine too, but you don't have to put up with bra straps that dig into your shoulders or with back aches."

"Thanks," I answered, "but I think it still would be fun to have your breasts for a day. Or fun for William, at least."

The last couple to arrive were extraordinary for other reasons. Niki and Kenji, closest to our age in their early thirties, were brought up in America, but they still had the exotic look of Asia. Kenji was a little short, and his penis was also short but very thick. It was surrounded by dense, black pubic hair, although his body was otherwise hairless as a young boy's.

Niki's slender figure was accentuated by her long, black hair and her loose jade silk gown. She didn't care that the spaghetti straps would often fall off her shoulders so that her dark, dime-sized nipples showed. When she bent over to put her purse down, we could see she was not wearing panties.

Introductions were soon completed, and William and I felt welcome, if still a bit nervous. We were the "kids" in this group in more ways than one.

William came up behind me to say, "Jackie is right. Your breasts are lovely, too lovely to hide. No other woman here has on more than one thing, so let's lose the vest." And he pulled it from my shoulders. Loosely tied, it had not really covered me much, and I was aware of the men getting glimpses of my nipples, but without it, I suddenly felt that my panties were extremely small. Of course, I was also thinking my breasts were extremely small in this company. Even so, the men simply smiled to see me, and in another part of my mind, I was looking forward to letting them watch me take off my panties later.

For a short while, we all simply mingled. A few times, I was able to look around and find William, always feeling somewhat amazed at the scene. I mean, it was exciting and strange at the same time to see him among these people without his clothes and with his penis sticking out so far. He later told me that he managed to look in my direction also with the same sensation of how odd it was to see me so exposed to whoever I was talking with at the time.

Then Carrie announced that the barbecue would start soon, and everyone paired up with their partners. William and I didn't know what was happening, so Carrie explained, "Time to work up appetites. The game now is to see which women lose their clothes first. The men get to choose, but first we get to see their initial orgasms for the evening. First to get off says who is first to take it off."

At a signal, all the women started to stroke their men. I was surprised, but I got into the game, and when I saw some use their mouths, I put William's penis into my mouth too. Rob was standing right next to us and watching me very closely. Pam said, "Here's one advantage to Rob's penis," and she put all of it in her mouth, her nose rubbing against his pubic hair.

I tried to keep helping William to win, but I also wanted to look around at all the erotic sights. Carrie cried out, "I think we have a winner," and I turned in time to see Steve's semen shooting out again.

When no one stopped, I realized we were still competing for second through seventh place. Jackie cried out, and Luke's orgasm was second and beautiful to see. Fortunately, William's ejaculation followed. I called out just in time so that all could see his semen spurt, and then I could watch the others more closely.

"What a show this is," I whispered to William. Each woman called out in time for the others to see her husband's orgasm. Norman was the last to shoot his semen for us, a spurt that went straight up like a fountain from his curved erection rather than out in front of him like the other guys. 

When all the men were drained, Steve approached me. "I think our newest member should be our first to undress. May I?" I didn't know what he was asking until he knelt in front of me. Then I realized I was not going to take off my panties because he was going to take them off for me. Before I could say anything, his hands were at the strings on my hips. I had wanted to make an impression, and now I was going to surprise William and the others more suddenly than I had planned. With the laces undone, my panties fell to the ground. All the men stared and saw me completely nude.

Completely nude as in shaved too. Steve had the closest look, and William had the biggest smile. My pubic hair was already wispy and not covering much, so I had thought, "Why not?" Even so, at first I stood with one leg cocked a bit, sort of hiding my vagina, but an approving look from William made me stand up straight. My vulva was smooth and tight, not showing my inner labia while I was standing, and the men were impressed.

When asked, I turned around so that they could all see the rest of me, and, as requested, I even touched my toes while facing away from them. Finally they moved on to Luke's choice, Carrie.

After she was unpinned and exposed, William had to choose. He would have chosen Carrie if Luke had not taken her, so he walked over to Niki. "May I?" he asked. Her answer was to raise her arms so that he could grab the hem of her gown and pull it over her head. He could then see what was hinted at through her gown, a thick black triangle of pubic hair and breasts shaped like they would fit perfectly in champagne glasses.

Within a few minutes, all the women were nude, and William, like me, didn't know where to look next. Jackie's body stocking had not hidden much, so you might think her nipples and pubic hair were only more clearly visible without it. Still, seeing her actual bare skin was so much more than viewing her through the mesh of her body stocking. Her breasts were as heavy as grapefruits, but their shape was more sensual than simply round. They rested high on her chest and sloped down to her nipples, and all her tanning had given those wide nipples a coppery glow. She also was the only other woman who trimmed her pubic hair, a narrow strip so that we could see more skin than hair.

Pam's breasts were larger, about the size of cantaloupes that jiggled beautifully as she moved around, but they were not nearly so firm as Jackie's. Sandy's breasts, like her body, were pear shaped. As for the three in g-strings or thongs, they now bared vaginas with varying amounts of pubic hair covering their charms, and William could see that Becky was a natural blond, and her labia protruded like her nipples did.

The food was good, but the distractions were better. William and I could hardly believe we were chatting with these people so casually, not only because we all had our clothes off, but because we all had just seen each other masturbate the men to provide such an explicit appetizer. When not talking to the others, William and I whispered to each other how excited we were about our parts in the show.

Steve had put some music on for our meal, slow jazz that fit the mood well. As people finished eating, some got up and began dancing. Pam and Sandy, who had been undressed by each other's husband, now traded husbands for their first dance. Of course, Carrie had told us about the "rules," but I was really taken aback to see the two women take their dance partner's penis in hand to place it snugly between their stomachs. From what Carrie had said, I expected to see the men hold the women by their bottoms, but this sight went beyond that. John approached me to ask for a dance, but I wasn't ready for this. "Sorry," I said. "I think I'd like to sit out for a while and just watch."

"No problem," he said. "I understand how you feel. Maybe later." And he wound up with Jackie instead. Obviously he was just wanting to try the new girl, but I still felt very flattered to know such a beauty would be a second choice after me.

So William and I sat and watched the others dance until Steve and Carrie came to get us out of our seats. Steve said to me, "Maybe you'd feel more comfortable starting with someone you know," and he offered me his hand. With a look of approval from William, I got up a little slowly and moved into Steve's arms. His penis was poking me in the stomach. "You can move that if you like." I looked at him and then looked down at his penis. Hesitantly, I reached for it, taking it lightly between my thumb and forefinger to hold it up more. As I did so, Steve slid his hands down over my bottom and held us together. I let go of his penis, which stayed wedged between us, and looked at him again. His hands were sliding over both sides of my bottom.

"Can I hold you that way too?" He nodded, and I put my arms around him and let my hands rest on his bottom. I pulled his body a little toward mine, enough to make sure that my nipples grazed his body. He smiled at the gesture, and we moved with the music.

When I looked to the side, I saw Carrie with William, her hand adjusting the position of his penis between them before returning to his bottom, just as his hands held her firmly by hers. He looked at me just as I was looking at him, and we shared a smile over what each other looked like in the arms of another.

With the ice broken by our neighbors, William and I were soon dancing with all the others. Some of the women held his penis for longer than necessary just to move it, and I too grew more daring. When John finally had me in his arms, I took his penis in my fist rather than just two fingers, and I just had to hold onto Luke's huge erection too. Luke deliberately moved so that his penis would keep dropping from between us, allowing me to grab it again and put it back. It was fun to touch every man's penis that way. Even though they all looked different, each one's shaft felt equally hard in my hand, and the head of each one felt equally spongy.

I don't know exactly who started it, but one of the women must have said this dancing was getting her hot. Hearing that, Kenji and John assumed that we all felt that way, so they picked Jackie up and tossed her in the pool. They then went after the next nearest woman, and all of us girls were potential targets. I happened to be caught by Rob and Luke. They took me by the arms and legs, spreading my legs in the process, of course, and thereby putting my vagina very much on display. I was carried that way past all the other men before being tossed into the water with the others. The water felt cool, but so did the evening air on my wet vagina as they carried me so openly.

The men joined us in the pool, but Carrie said, "Don't get too comfortable, you guys. We don't want any one of you getting cooled off. You're all fine just the way you are." She was right, they all had lovely erections, and I really wanted William then. I didn't have to wait much longer to have him.




Shade, Sun, and Neighbors Ch. 05



Carrie led the procession out of the pool. Our men playfully helped us dry off before we headed inside where the sofa and chairs were all covered with sheets, unless the plush carpet was preferable. I watched the others and followed their lead as the women sat or knelt before their husbands and made sure their erections were fully restored.

William and I did not get a seat on the sofa or chairs, so we were in the middle of the room with Niki and Kenji. Sandy commented on William's penis again and asked, "Did anyone actually measure him yet?" It turned out that, at one time or another, each of the men had submitted to this statistical survey, and when asked about William's size, I had to admit I had never measured him before.

Everyone paused as Carrie found a tape measure. I reached to take it from her, but the other women all protested. "It has to be an objective observer," Sandy stated. Niki being closest, Carrie handed the tape measure to her.

"Is he ready?" Niki asked. All eyes were on us as I stroked him some more and took him into my mouth, although all the attention and Niki's touch would ensure William's erection was as large as possible. Niki placed the end of the tape at the base of his penis and held it there in his pubic hair as her other hand ran along the top of his shaft, stretching the tape to the opening at the tip of his penis. With her hand at the base of his penis, she tightened her grip and pulled slightly, causing his erection to stretch a bit more as the head of his penis blossomed, brightly red. "Seven and a half," she reported, and there was applause.

"Now let's see that seven and a half put to good use," Carrie called. "Linda, show them that favorite position of yours that's so lovely."

No other couple was doing anything more that stroking each other, all of them focused on William and me. I imagined that everyone would be making love at once, not that we would be the center of attention. William did not hesitate, though, and stretched himself out on the floor, pulling me over him. He pulled me up far enough so that he could reach my nipples with his mouth. After enjoying his licking and biting for several moments, I slid down his body, sucked his penis briefly, and then showed them all how I liked to slide my vagina up and down its length. With my pubic hair gone, they had a clearer view of my labia, spread like wings around him.

No one was talking, just watching, the only sounds coming from the passionate sighs William and I made. By this time, I was no longer so self-conscious about having an audience, even though, no matter how much I tried to concentrate on William's body, I could see Kenji out of the corner of my eye. Finally, I put his penis inside of me and began bouncing up and down on him, overcome with lust and careless of who was watching. I heard Steve point out the excited motion of my nipples again.

As my orgasm approached, my eyes clenched shut. From almost right next to me, Niki said, "Look at everyone watching you. See how they love your body." I made myself look around, and that's when my orgasm really hit.

Then William pushed up into me even harder, and I could feel his orgasm inside me. In a moment, I was collapsed on him, hearing the sighs and compliments of our audience.

Honestly, after that rush of excitement, the next hour or two seemed a bit of a blur. I know that I saw everyone else making love, but only certain explicit details remain clear to me. Niki and Kenji were still right next to us, so it was easy for me to see her on her back, her hands under her knees, holding her legs wide open while Kenji, with his hands on either side of her, held himself up as his penis thrust wildly into her.

Across the room, Pam and Sandy were on their hands and knees, side by side, and as their husbands entered them from behind, each let his hands roam over both of the bottoms presented in reach.

The others took positions that allowed for the best viewing of the room. John and Becky seemed like mirror images of Chuck and Peg, as each couple lay in spoon fashion facing in from opposite sides of the area between the sofa and chairs. Jim and Lynn made the missionary style look very sexy on the sofa because of the way they kept turning their faces to look around. Right above them, Jackie stood, leaning against the sofa with Luke standing behind her, lifting her up as he thrust into her, making her large breasts bounce very attractively. Our hosts held one of the chairs, where Carrie, facing all of us, sat back upon Steve, who could lean to either side to see all the action.

I just wish that I'd had more energy or more time to get up and move around to see better. William had taken my energy, and our sensual display had inspired such excitement that no one else was able to hold off and make the time last longer.

After the final orgasm, we sat quietly. I simply lay on the floor between William, who was sitting up against a chair, and Niki, who was as exhausted as I was. Carrie and Steve made sure everyone had fresh drinks, and then the conversation picked up again. William and I received many compliments on our love making. We all talked until Pam asked Carrie if the shower was available, and she and Sandy then led their husbands upstairs. When they came back down several minutes later, they were dressed and said their good-byes, I thought, in a bit of a hurry. The other couples also went up in groups. I didn't know if they were using both showers up there or showering together, and I again wished I had more strength to go up and see.

We exchanged kisses and hugs with each couple that left, all of whom said they were very happy to have seen us join their group. It was a bit strange to be nude while hugging people who were dressed again, but I liked the sensation. The men all gave me a pat on my bottom, as did the women to William.

Only Nike and Kenji managed to be different. They remained nude, saying it would be fun to ride home that way in the dark. As they were going, William was sitting on the floor. Niki leaned over to hug him, pressing his face against one of her breasts in the process, While hugging him, she reached for William's penis once more, saying, "This was so big before, and now I can hold it in the palm of my hand." Indeed, she cupped his spent penis and testicles in her hand, giving him one more squeeze. Of course, he blushed. And he loved it too. Feeling invited to be more daring, I hugged Kenji, saying I was happy to meet him, and then I stepped back and took his penis in my hand like I was shaking hands and said, "And I am happy to have seen you too." 

That left us with just Carrie and Steve. Carrie said, "I can see that you liked Niki and Kenji. So what do you think of the others?"

"I felt very comfortable with them," I answered. "There were so many different types of bodies to enjoy looking at. And they were all nice about how they looked at us."

"Just incredible," William added. "I just wish it could go on longer. Is it just me, or were some kind of eager to leave at the end?"

"You mean Pam and Rob, and Sandy and Norm? Didn't you notice how they did everything together? Outside of our parties with the group, they get together and share each other. They're probably still going at it. And you two gave them plenty to keep going."

Carrie's description of their relationship intrigued me, but before I could ask more, William said, "We should go, Linda, so our good friends can get to bed."

Carrie answered, "We can't send you home all hot and sweaty."

And Steve stood up, saying with mock dignity, "Please accept the hospitality of our shower and towels. On the house."

William looked at me, and my eyes must have told him I was curious to see the shower and to see us in there with our friends. So, with hearts beating excitedly yet again, we followed Steve and Carrie upstairs.

In the master bath, they had a huge walk-in shower with a clear glass door and a shower head that you could pick up in your hand rather than a fixed shower head. William and I were unsure about where to go or to sit until Carrie said, "This shower is the best. We can all get in here at once."

Steve made the water temperature comfortably warm with the spray set for light pulsing. To see if we all liked it, he picked up the shower head and aimed it at us, like a kid with a hose in a water fight. We all laughed, and Carrie said, "Be nice, you naughty boy," and she took the nozzle from him. "Since you can't play nice, you'll just have to take your bath first."

Pushing him to face the wall, she ran the water over his body and picked up a bar of soap. Offering another bar of soap to me, she said, "You can help me get this bad boy clean." William sat on the built-in bench in the corner while Carrie worked up a lather with the soap in her hands and started to wash Steve's back. I made my hands sudsy too and tentatively started to wash him as well. We both let our hands slide over his back, and we both crouched to wash his legs.

I was following Carrie's motions, so when she ran her hands up his leg and over his bottom, I wanted to do the same. When I paused, Carrie gave me a nod, and I slowly started to run my hands along one side of his bottom. Another nod from her, and my slippery hands were sliding from one cheek to another, and I even ran my hand down between his legs and barely touched his scrotum.

Carrie rinsed him and told him to turn around. I was still crouching and had an excellent view of his revived erection. As I stood and stepped back a little, Carrie said, "You can still help if you want." This time, I needed a nod from William before I moved closer, letting my hands run over his chest in circles that widened so that I was washing his stomach too, just grazing his pubic hair.

All along I was watching Carrie's hands and doing what she was doing. On one sweep from his chest to his stomach, she let her hand drop and begin to soap his penis. She kept her hand on it, so I brought my hand down only far enough to wash his pubic hair, allowing me to touch the base of his penis with my fingertips. But Carrie took my hand and guided it to his penis, letting me repeat the strokes she had given him, letting me feel how hard his erection had grown. I could hear Steve's satisfied moans, but as I washed him for several seconds, I never took my eyes off of his penis in my hand. Holding him like that, I paid special attention to every detail of his penis, carefully washing the shaft along all sides and running my fingers around the rim of its swollen head and over the opening at the tip.

I continued to run my hand along his slippery penis and even gently washed his testicles one at a time, wondering if Carrie wanted to see him have an orgasm in my hand. Finally, though, Carrie began to rinse him off. I stepped back, and William told me, "That was so beautiful to see," suddenly reminding me that my husband was watching everything.

Carrie told him, "I'm glad you liked it because you're next."

Steve took a seat as Carrie and I placed William between us, facing the wall. Like we did to Steve, we washed William's back, his legs, and finally his bottom. She showed no hesitation in running her hands over his bottom. When we turned him around, both of us had our hands on his chest and stomach while both of us had our eyes on his erection. Carrie looked up at me for a moment, saying, "He's your husband, so you first." So I soaped up his penis and testicles with both hands, having him to myself for only a few seconds before Carrie's hands joined mine. "He's so big," she sighed. "I love how it feels in my hands."

William was breathing hard and gasped, "I love how it feels in your hands too."

Carrie's hands gave him the same sudsy massage I had given Steve. After giving her several minutes to explore every millimeter of my husband's erection, I took the shower head to rinse him, and his shiny, wet penis looked so beautiful. Carrie didn't let it go until Steve got up and said, "Maybe you need to cool off a little."

Carrie's expression showed the first time I think I had seen her even slightly embarrassed. With a smile, she let go of William and turned to the wall with her arms raised. I sat to watch the two men wash her. She looked very sexy, with her glistening, wet skin, standing between two men whose erections kept bumping into her side. As much as I liked seeing them this way, I felt eager to take the same position between William and Steve.

They started on her back before moving their hands to her bottom, but they seemed eager to turn her around. When she did turn herself to face them, she and Steve looked at each other, apparently coming to some silent agreement. Carrie turned to William and said, "We women usually don't allow the men to touch us as much as we touch them because you guys have less self-control. But I think I can trust you. Besides, I love how four hands feel on me." And now she leaned against the shower wall and held her arms above her head, her feet somewhat apart, giving them an inviting body to wash.

Steve and William accepted the invitation quickly, running their soapy hands over her breasts. While William had both her breasts in his hands, Steve knelt to do her legs. Carrie actually shuddered when he reached between her thighs and lightly grazed her vagina. Her sigh was a signal for William to join Steve below her waist, and soon he too was moving his hands through her pubic hair. I could not see how far they reached between her legs, but her expression and breathing told me they were touching her vagina in very pleasing ways.

Finally, Steve handed the shower head to William so that he could rinse Carrie's excited body. When she came to sit where I had been watching them, she told me, "You're going to love this." And I did, more than I imagined.

Getting my backside washed by both of them was sexy, but I could not look at them easily while their hands roamed over my back and bottom.

When I turned to allow them to wash the rest of me, the feeling got much more exciting. William and Steve teased me, running their hands up my arms, down my sides, and around my stomach. Then, with a nod, William gave Steve permission to wash my little breasts first. He used both hands, feeling them by circling and squeezing them in various ways. "These nipples feel so rubbery," he sighed. William's hands joined Steve's for a while, but I was anticipating more.

As if to encourage them, I moved my feet further apart, and their hands started to make circles lower and lower across my stomach. In my excitement, I turned to kiss William and almost slipped. They both caught me, William holding me against him and Steve hugging me from behind so that I could feel his penis against my bottom. I moaned and raised up on tip toes to rub myself against them before they put me against the wall again.

Their hands massaged my thighs and stomach, teasing some more, but finally I felt a hand dart between my legs and feel my vagina. I looked to see that the hand was Steve's. He was kneeling before me, closely examining my vagina and opening my labia so that he could slide a finger over my clitoris. "This feels so smooth and slippery," he whispered, and I was surprised when I felt that finger actually enter me.

They then both stood on either side of me and took turns with their hands on and in my vagina, their other hands returning to my little breasts, and the sensations were wonderful. Each time a finger entered me, I was lifted up, my clitoris rubbing against the hand. Soon I became lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Reaching down, I held each penis at the base, pressing down as if lifting myself on parallel bars as they in turn lifted me by my vagina. Within a few moments, a blush covered my breasts and a familiar tingling coursed through me.

When I opened my eyes, the other three were smiling at me. Carrie said, "You are so beautiful when an orgasm hits you."

I was feeling a little embarrassed and would have worried about William's reaction to my orgasm, but Carrie stepped forward and began to stroke him again. "You're so close. Come on and join your wife in another orgasm." And sure enough, he quickly shot his semen over her leg.

Steve said, "If only I was as young and had my old strength back."

I looked at his penis, still erect, and replied, "You look fit enough."

They proceeded to clean us off again, Steve taking very tender care of my vagina. As Carrie rinsed William's penis, she noted that it still was not completely spent. "Look at William. That penis looks plenty fit too. After you're dried off, he may have more fun with you at home."

She was right. We all stepped out. Carrie and I dried our husbands, and they returned the favor. From experience of drying William after showers, I knew I might find some hairs caught on Steve's penis. I always carefully removed them from William's penis, telling him I didn't want the hairs to wind up in my mouth. Now, I carefully held Steve's penis and checked to see that no stray hairs remained, but I didn't say anything. Carrie gave the same attention to William, and at home a short time later, I did not get any stray hairs from him in my mouth.



Shade, Sun, and Neighbors Ch. 06



[i think this is the last chapter for this couple's story. thanks for the votes and all the comments.]

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For William and me, the erotic adventures with our neighbors and their friends only enhanced our own sexual pleasures. Of course, it was fortunate that we continued to move at about the same speed in our willingness to try new experiences. If William had not enjoyed an orgasm in Carrie's hand that night, my own orgasm from Steve's touching might have caused problems. As it was, our seeing each other that way inspired more talk and sex play at home.

Part of the excitement for me was from the sense that I did not know what would come next. When we talked about our experiences, we always focused on what we had just done, but we almost never speculated about what new boundary we might like to cross next time.

Because the summer was passing quickly, we made it a point to visit the Quarry one more time while it was still hot enough to go swimming. On this trip, as luck would have it, we met Ed and Karen in the parking lot, so we walked with them to the far side of the barrier and onto the nudist "beachfront." Very few others were there that day, and we felt almost as if we had the place to ourselves.

The spot we all picked out was somewhat isolated from anyone else, and that turned out to be a good thing. I had been hoping to see Ed and Karen again because I wanted to see their reactions to my shaved vagina. Karen, after all, had more or less given me the idea. I was less certain about having a big audience, however, so the way people were spread out that day made it easier for me to take my clothes off.

Because I was wearing only a light shift, I was able to undress much more quickly than the others. When I reached behind my neck to lower the zipper a bit and then pull my arms out so that I could let the dress fall, Ed noticed immediately and elbowed Karen. She smiled and said, "Oh, you tried it. How's it feel?"

"I like it, but I know what you mean about letting others see it for the first time."

Ed was quick to apologize for staring, but I told him, "I have to get used to the stares, and I'd rather practice with someone I know. You're lots better than one of those guys who walk around here alone and never take their shorts off."

"I guess that means I better get mine off then," he said, and he quickly finished undressing. Getting to see his uncircumcised penis was always a treat for me.

Karen was also completely nude in a moment, and she stood next to me so the guys could compare our hairless vaginas. William looked at us, but seemed a little distracted. For one thing, he was seated on his towel and still had his swimsuit on. A quick glance told me what he was worried about. "We're all friends here," I said to reassure him. He looked again at Karen. She was standing up, facing him and spreading sun block over herself.

She gave him a smile and said, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

William didn't stand up, but he did finally lift his hips so he could push his suit down his legs. His erection sprang back as it escaped his suit, and Karen made a little sound as she saw it. "Well, you showed me all right."

"You're not offended, I hope."

"William, it's not a common sight here, but I think it's a nice change once in a while."

I noticed that Ed's penis had grown at least semi-erect too, and I wondered how big it got when fully erect. I didn't have to wait long to find out. Karen said, "Since you two like to take pictures, we thought we'd bring our camera today too. Before things settle down too much, do you mind if I get it out now?" The idea must have appealed to Ed because his penis continued to grow into a lovely, thick erection.

We had gotten them in a few of our pictures before, so it was only fair to let them photograph us also. In fact, we got our camera out too, and we all posed for each other in various groupings: William and I together, Ed and Karen together, William and I with Ed and then with Karen, and so on. We even took two versions of each grouping: one facing the camera and one turned away.

Finally, in order to get pictures of all four of us together, Karen called over one of those creepy loners who was walking by to leer at us. He was a pale, red-headed guy, and he blushed when looking at us. She handed him both cameras and asked him to take our pictures: two shots facing him, and two shots of our bottoms. I felt a bit unnerved, but managed to look back at him as if I had all the confidence in the world. He probably couldn't believe his luck.

In order to give him even more to remember this day for, when Karen and I approached him to get the cameras back, I reached for the elastic of his shorts while he handed Karen her camera. Before he could do anything, I yanked his pants and underpants down to his knees. As he tried to step back from me, he tripped and fell, making it easy for me to pull his pants down to ankles. Karen took a quick picture as we got to see his very red pubic hair around his very pink erection.

He protested, and our husbands laughed, but Karen and I both told him he had nothing to be ashamed about. "You got to see me," I said, "and I just wondered what you looked like too." I could hardly believe I had done it, but you could call it my revenge on the creeps who only stare.

After he hurried away, things did, as Karen put it, settle down, and the time on the beach went pleasantly. Very few others showed up while we were there, so I did not have to calm my nerves too often over being seen in such a bare state. Posing nude for Ed and Karen was enough of a new experience for that day.

More unexpected was the kind of sharing William and I did with another couple of friends soon thereafter. The timing was lucky because Carrie and Steve went on a trip to visit relatives, and we were going to be looking after their house for two weeks. With them gone, we would not have to worry about two friends from college coming to visit for a few days and having to cover up the nude routines for that time.

Mark was William's best friend from college, and I had always liked him. I even went out on a couple of dates with Mark before William asked me out. In fact, it was Mark who had encouraged William to come out for the intramural soccer games where we met.

I was brought to those games by my roommate, Armandala, a student from India. Everyone called her Manda, and we were a good match for roommates because we were both similarly shy and inexperienced compared to many of the other women in the dorm. For her, the shyness was partly a natural consequence of being a foreign student. Manda did have one passion, though, and that was soccer. She may have introduced me to the sport, but I later introduced her to Mark, and now the two of them were a couple and were coming to see us in our new home.

Since she had been in America for several years and had also gotten into a serious relationship, I was curious to see whether Manda had changed in any other ways too. William and I certainly weren't the same as we had been back in college.

Given airline schedules and our distance from a large airport, it was quite late when they arrived. We just greeted them, showed them their room, and let them go to bed.

In the morning, I got up, put on a light robe (for a change), and went downstairs to make coffee. When I returned upstairs, Manda had been in the bathroom, and when she was coming out, just across from our bedroom, she saw William still asleep. I had not closed our door, and William had not kept the sheets pulled up. I caught her, then, just as she was suddenly stopped in her tracks by the sight of my nude husband.

She didn't notice me until I was almost next to her, and she quickly apologized for being such a spy. I looked in the room and saw William asleep on his side, his cute bottom nicely turned our way. The scene reminded me of how Steve had first seen me that time on their patio.

"Don't worry about it, Manda. Everybody has one. I bet Mark has a nice one too."

She giggled quietly. We had not moved away from where we could see William, and she didn't want to wake him. "As a matter of fact, Mark has a very nice one," she whispered. "I know because I just saw it again when I got up." She giggled again. When we were in school together, we never talked naughty like this, and it was funny.

"You going to let me see?" I asked, also trying to keep my giggling quiet.

She took one more look at my nude husband and moved to the other bedroom door. With her hand up, she made a motion for me to wait while she tiptoed in. A moment later, she was back, opening the door enough for me to see the bed. "Okay," she whispered, "he's not showing any more than William, although I had to pull the sheet down without disturbing him." Mark was asleep on his stomach, and he was completely nude. Taller and thinner than William, he looked more angular, but I liked seeing him.

"They'll never believe we looked at them this way," she said.

"I don't think we should wake them to tell them. Anyway, do you want them to know?"

"Well, Mark is always teasing me about being so uptight. Just because I never went out with lots of boys doesn't mean that I didn't like to look a little bit." I did not say anything about how well I understood her.

"Hang on," I whispered, "I know how we can prove it to them later." I went to get the camera. Manda was not too sure about the idea at first, but when she went along with it, she reminded me to disable the automatic flash. The morning sun was bright enough anyway.

Going to our room then, I saw that William had not moved, and Manda, at my prodding, sneaked into the room and near to the side of the bed. William's legs were open a little, and I knew she could see his scrotum. As she looked at his body, I took the picture.

After she quietly retreated, we went to the other room. Handing the camera to Manda, I told her to get ready to shoot, stepping quietly into their room, moving close to the bed where she could get us both in the picture. And where I could get a closer look at Mark's body. Manda took the picture as I looked at his sleeping form.

He appeared to be sound asleep, but suddenly shifted. I quickly ducked to hide at the foot of the bed and waited. Looking toward the door, I saw Manda motioning me to lay low. After a minute, though, she signaled that I could safely get up and get out of the room.

When I stood up, however, I saw that Mark had rolled onto his back, and his soft penis was resting on his thigh, nested in his thick, dark pubic hair. A penis did not have to be erect to look lovely to me, and I stood there staring. Manda had her hand over her mouth, as if to stifle another giggle, and it did not help that I motioned for her to take another picture of this scene. She did it, though.

Back in the hall with the door shut again, we gave into that urge to giggle at what we had done. "Come with me and I'll see if I can't let you get even with me." Manda didn't know exactly what I meant and followed me nervously back into our bedroom. 

William had not moved. I told her that we could take another picture from another angle: she could stand on the other side of the bed where she could see William's penis, and I would take the picture from the door of our bathroom. She was not too sure about my plan, but I told her that she should get to see all of William since I had seen all of Mark. Once in position, she forgot her nervousness and seemed to enjoy looking at William. In the picture, she is bending over a bit to look right at his penis, and her nightshirt rides up enough to show her white cotton panties.

Back out in the hallway, I asked her, "Well, do you think it's true what they say, 'Seen one, you've seen them all'"?

She giggled and answered, "They looked different enough to me."

"Yeah, how?"

She paused and then said, "William's penis definitely pointed to 9 o'clock, but Mark's was running slow, pointing only to 7." That made us break up in another fit of giggling.

"I could go back and set Mark's penis to the right time if you want."

"No, why not let me go move William's penis to the right time?" She giggled more, and I had to admit that I was surprised at how easily she fell into casually joking about touching William's penis and about looking at our nude men.

The two of us kept our secret during breakfast and the rest of the morning that we spent touring the house and property. Occasionally, Manda and I would share a conspiratorial glance, which would make us giggle a little. The guys just figured we were reverting to our roommate silliness.

Of course, out in the yard, they could see over the gate to Carrie and Steve's pool. When they found out that we were watching the place for our neighbors that week, Mark lamented, "I wish we'd known you had a pool. We'd have brought our suits."

I responded, "Who said you needed a suit, Mark?" This just made Manda giggle even more.

Over lunch, the subject of swimming came up again, and the guys discussed how we all might be able to get in the water even though William and I had no extra swimsuits. Mark was suggesting that he and Manda wear shorts, with a t-shirt added for Manda. William was suggesting something more daring. "Our swimsuits aren't that big, so it would be more fair if you and Manda swam in your underwear."

Manda laughed, "You guys would love that, I bet." She did not, however, refuse the idea.

"I have an even better bet," I said. "Underwear may be fine for Manda and me, but you guys shouldn't need your underpants."

"Oh, and why not?" Mark wanted to know.

"Because it's not like we haven't already seen you guys without your pants, that's why not."

"Yeah, right," Mark answered. William said nothing, but had a quizzical look on his face.

"All right, then. We all meet in our underwear at poolside in ten minutes. Whether or not you guys get to keep your pants on depends on the bet. Time to put up or shut up."

"And if you lose, what do we win from you and Manda?"

"Ask for anything you want, it doesn't matter."

As we all headed upstairs to get ready, Manda gave me a look that said she wasn't so sure about this idea. I told her, "Nothing to worry about. You know we have the proof we need."

"I know that, but I'm not sure I want to be swimming in my underwear."

"No problem. Once they have their pants off, you won't be feeling so exposed, I promise."

Minutes later, then, the four of us were walking together through the gate. William was wearing a red pair of low-rise briefs, but in his way, Mark's regular size white jockey shorts looked just as sexy because he was so obviously nervous about letting me see him that way.

For his anxiety, he was repaid with seeing me in a light blue matching bra and panties. They were a little skimpy, but not see-through. I didn't want to go too far, knowing that Manda's underwear had always been pretty plain. Even so, I had to admit that her white bra and briefs contrasted sharply with her warm, brown skin, an effect that certainly pleased the guys. It was difficult to ignore how petite she was. I wore a size 4, but Manda, a few inches shorter than me, wore a size 2. The fact that her body was so slight and the way she kept her arms crossed over her chest only enhanced the look she was sporting now.

Once we were at the pool, I handed the camera to William. "No doubt you'd like a picture of us."

"Sure," he said, a little surprised. Manda was equally surprised to have me stand beside her with an arm around her shoulder, posing for William. I made her put her arms down and smile, although she held her face down a bit, looking up shyly.

Once William took the picture, I said, "After you check to see how that one turned out, go ahead and look at the other saved pictures. Manda and I will be right here in the pool while you guys take your pants off."

A moment later, William was telling Mark, "We've been had," and he handed the camera to Mark. William didn't waste any time. Standing there next to Mark, he peeled off his underpants, tossed them aside, and walked over to the pool's edge to jump in. Manda forgot about worrying whether her underwear would show too much when wet and just watched William's show. His partially erect penis looked beautiful, and I know he must have been hoping to get nude in front of our friends. For Manda, his penis was only the second she had seen in real life, so I was happy to see that he was not shy in front of her.

Mark was a different story. When he realized that he too would have to strip in front of us, he hesitated before following through on our bet. Like I had done that first time with Carrie, he turned toward the house and slowly pushed his briefs down his legs. Turning around, though, he kept both his hands over his penis so that I could not really get a clear look at it. Still, I could see that he was having trouble hiding all of it, which made me want to see all of it even more.

While we swam, the guys were good sports about having lost the bet and their clothes. Mark was a little distracted from looking at Manda and me because he wanted to keep his penis out of sight as much as possible, which in the clear water was not easy. William knew to keep cool and not try talking us girls out of our clothes. He recognized that Manda would, like us, need to go slow. In order to keep her going at all, he also knew that acting casual about his own nudity would make her relax and enjoy the new sensations. He therefore sometimes found a reason to get out of the pool so she could have a clearer view of his body. His penis was fully erect a couple of these times.

One of those times, I moved next to her as she stared at William's bouncing penis and asked, "Like what you see?"

"Yes, very much, thank you." And we both giggled some more. She was acting a bit shy, but did add, "I'm glad William is so free with his body. I like seeing him." To some extent, then, his casualness must have worked because she soon felt comfortable enough to get out of the water. Her wet bra did not show much, except that her breasts must have been even smaller than mine, but her cotton panties were plastered to her skin, showing her brown bottom nicely as well as a thick growth of black pubic hair.

I too made no effort to hide my body, but my bra and panties did not show much more when wet. Nevertheless, from what I could see, Mark's penis showed that he liked what he was seeing. Finally, when it was time to go home to get ready for dinner, I did not let him off the hook: I stared directly at him as he got out of the water, making sure that he had to walk toward me to get his towel, which I threw to him to ensure that his hands got out of the way. I wasn't disappointed. His penis was still erect, long and very slender, like his body.

I surprised him then by taking a quick picture while he dried off. He was embarrassed, although he appreciated the smile I gave him. I also took a picture of William so that it didn't seem that I was picking on Mark. Manda and I were pleased to see that they must have grown accustomed enough to the exposure that they didn't put their pants back on then, remaining naked as we returned home.

Going out to dinner and then taking a drive around the area to show them the scenery meant a return to normalcy for the evening. Later in bed, William complimented me on my strategy for getting him and Mark undressed, but he wondered if I had any ideas for persuading Manda to join in. He was assuming, of course, that I would be perfectly willing to be nude in front of Mark. And he was right.

As it turned out, Mark came up with the idea for me. The next morning, the two of them were in the bathroom together. While Manda was using the tub for a bath, Mark was in the shower. He was finished before her and came out wrapped in a towel, deliberately leaving the bathroom door wide open. Rather than going back to their room, he came to the steps to call William. "Hey, grab the camera. There's another open door up here."




Shade, Sun, and Neighbors Ch. 06



Both William and I came upstairs to find him at the bathroom door with Manda's nightshirt in his hands. William had picked up the camera and joined him at the door. Manda was loudly protesting his trick, and when I saw her, she was crouching in a few inches of water in the tub, bent over on her knees with her arms across her chest, trying to hide herself from our view. Her complaints did not sound all that serious, though, and William stepped into the room to take her picture.

She cried out, "A gentleman would never do this to a lady friend," but she giggled as she said it.

I stepped in, saying, "Manda's right. Where are your manners, William?" He turned to look at me, but I surprised them all by taking his pajama pants by the waist and pulling them down, leaving him nude, with a partial erection. "Okay," I said, "now you're showing the lady the proper respect."

Manda gasped and her eyes widened as she realized that I was not going to do anything to prevent William from taking pictures of her in the nude. Even so, after a moment, she smiled despite herself.

Standing over the tub, he could not get that much of her body in the picture, but she was obviously nude, and part of her bottom was visible. Mark mentioned that the picture should be more like the ones we took before, so William handed him the camera and sat on the edge of the tub next to Manda. As Mark took their picture, Manda turned toward him and stuck out her tongue. Mark took another picture as William took a sponge and, standing over her fully erect, wrong it out so that water poured on her head. Mark then encouraged us to stay as he held out her nightshirt, teasing her.

"If I get out of this tub, you may not want me to catch you."

"I'll take my chances," Mark replied.

She was fast. With an arm over her chest and a hand over most of her abundant pubic hair, she sprang out of the tub, grabbed her nightshirt and Mark's towel in one motion, and ran past us back to their room. It all went so fast that we didn't really see her breasts when she used that hand to grab her clothes.

Even so, she could not run fast enough to keep us from seeing her slender, glistening bottom racing down the hall. We knew she was enjoying herself despite the protests because of her laughter and because she paused at the door to drop Mark's towel and glance back at all of us, giving William a lingering look at her bottom, not to mention allowing her to get another look at the two naked men flanking me. Mark went to join her in the room, and we saw them embracing next to the bed.

"Want me to close the door?" I asked.

Manda, her bare backside visible as she was held in Mark's arms, turned her head carefully so as not to show more of her body to us and answered, "Please do."

I was glad she wasn't angry or hurt, not to mention that I got another look at Mark's erect penis. He must have enjoyed getting some revenge on her, and after they were back in their room, they didn't come down to breakfast for quite some time. And they took showers again.

When they did finally come downstairs, she was wearing her tee-shirt over a bra and panties that were similar to the set she wore yesterday. The shirt came to her waist and did not cover her panties at all. Mark too was in another pair of white briefs, so they were ready to go back to the pool. William could drop his robe and be ready also, having changed to his black low-rise briefs. I, however, had nothing on under my robe.

"I'll need to go get my, ahem, 'swimwear' before we go next door."

"Don't bother yourself," Mark said. "That robe will do nicely."

"Yeah, and when it floats we'll get to see how long you can stay under water. I think I better put on something else just to ensure your safety."

As I started to go, Mark turned to William. "Is she refusing a dare?"

"I guess so," he answered with mock disdain.

I didn't stop walking toward the staircase, but said to them over my shoulder, "I'm not refusing all dares, just that one for now." As I spoke, I untied and dropped my robe, giving them all a brief rear view of my bare body disappearing up the steps. 

At the pool, of course, there was now a sense of tension and anticipation. The guys had been fully nude yesterday, and this morning they had been treated to fleeting glimpses of Manda's bottom and mine. Right away, I said, "I don't know why you guys even put on your underwear to come over here. Why cover up now after swimming nude already?"

Mark responded, "That was paying off a bet. No bets today."

"Sure there are no bets, but there's also no need for modesty anymore."

"Well, what about you and Manda?"

A glance at Manda told me that, despite the streaking before, she was not really ready to go nude with us. I tried a compromise. "Don't rush us, Mark. Have some consideration for me and your sweetheart here. Just give us time."

William had taken his pants off while we talked, and now we all noticed. Standing casually near Manda, he said, "Take your time. Why not start by going topless for a while? That way Mark and I won't feel like sex objects for your amusement."

Even Manda had to laugh at his mock pleading, but she still kept her arms wrapped around herself. She looked at me to see what I'd say. I acted like I was reluctant and then said, "Well, I guess that sounds fair." Manda's eyes widened. After a moment, she looked back at me and giggled again, which I understood to mean she was thinking about it, waiting to see what I would do next.

"Mark, you have to strip first. Try being a gentleman."

He turned around again and slipped his pants off, covering himself with his hands before facing us.

"Come on, no teasing. Put your hands aside."

With a little hesitation, he did just that. His penis was beautifully erect, standing up in the sun. He wanted to get in the pool right away, but since William, also fully erect now, was not moving, Mark stayed put. The other three were now looking at me. 

"Okay, if you really want to see my little breasts that much, I guess it can't hurt to let you." I wasn't just acting. Being nude in front of others would not be entirely new to me, yet I still got shaky hands and a racing heart as I reached to unclasp my bra. Letting it come down my arms, I looked to see Mark's reaction, and we both liked what we saw.

Now we all looked to Manda. She seemed frozen then. Mark asked if she wanted help. She shook her head. Very slowly, she reached behind her back, fumbled with the clasp a bit, and finally loosened her bra. Still, she held it in place with her hands on the shoulder straps. "There's not much to see," she said, almost apologetically.

No one spoke as she brought the straps down. Once she had the bra free of her arms, her first impulse was to put her arms over her breasts, but she resisted it. As roommates, we never saw each other nude, although we knew that each other's body was far from voluptuous. Now I could see that her breasts had swelled only slightly on her chest. Like mine, though, her nipples were notably large, and their deeper brown color made them stand out from the caramel complexion of her body. Mark called her nipples Hershey's kisses.

William spoke up first. "Linda is always saying the same thing, and I'm always answering in the same way. Small breasts can be just as pretty and sexy as large ones, and Manda, yours are certainly turning me on."

She thanked him and quickly got in the water. We all complimented each other on the attractiveness of various body parts not normally seen, and we all grew more comfortable with our full or partial nudity over the next hour or two. Nobody remained too shy to sit along the edge of the pool or get out for a moment, and Manda and I saw that the guys' erections even subsided a bit as they got used to being exposed. When William brought out the camera, Mark did not try to hide his penis, and Manda did not try to cover her breasts.

While taking a few pictures, though, the guys again brought up the fact that only they were completely nude. As before, Manda looked to me to see how I'd respond, but I wanted to be sure she was really willing, not pressured. Being in the relationship with Mark had changed her in many ways, similar to the way William and I changed each other, so I thought she might be ready. "What do you say, Manda? Shall we join them?"

"Are they daring us?"

"Yes, we are daring you," Mark said.

Manda thought a moment. "I don't know what would be worse, embarrassment from being nude in front of William, or embarrassment from being teased as uptight by Mark in front of both of you."

William said, "You already know what the teasing is like and that you don't like it. Maybe being nude won't be so bad. You won't know until you try. Mark and I are doing okay with it."

She walked along the pool's edge to where Mark was sitting. All she said was, "Quick, before I change my mind." Mark stood up, and she turned toward him, almost hugging him. They looked in each other's eyes briefly, and then he took her panties by the waistband and brought them down in one swift motion. Manda seemed to shiver and hesitated before actually stepping out of her panties. She remained close to Mark, turned away from us.

William was enjoying another lingering look at her bottom, but was also waiting intently to see the rest of her. When she finally did turn to face us, she had her hands over her vagina. Then Mark embraced her from behind, his penis very erect again, his hands on her shoulders as he leaned over to kiss her deeply. His embrace made her lean back a little, and she reached with her hands to steady herself, hold his face and return his kiss. In that pose, her body stretched, fully exposing her abundant black pubic hair. The two of them looked like a sculpture, and William was sharp enough to stop staring breathlessly and take their picture. Manda then looked at us, smiling shyly, hoping we liked her slender body. She didn't have to worry.

I stood up to remove my panties, facing them the whole time. Still holding Manda, Mark now looked over her to watch me, and I returned his look while I lowered my panties. Of course, they could immediately see my smooth pubis. Both Mark and William commented on the enjoyable contrast our vaginas presented to them. And both of them wanted Manda and me together in a photograph to preserve that contrast for all time. Posing side by side, we started to giggle again, hardly believing what we were doing, but getting to like the feeling.

Manda and I did not jump right back in the pool, giving the guys more time to enjoy our bodies. It must have required some effort on her part to stay with me, because she kept saying that her body wasn't that attractive. We were standing in a little circle, reviewing the pictures in the camera, and I told Manda, "If you ever wonder whether your body is pretty enough, just look at these guys." Taking William's penis in hand, I added, "You should feel how hard this penis has grown, that would tell you what William thinks of your body."

William and I were both surprised when she took my words literally. Without saying anything, she reached over and held William's penis in her hand, stroking it lightly and squeezing it. William gasped with pleasure and made no objection. I simply smiled, thinking how Manda could surprise us so.

"Can I see how much Mark likes my body?"

"I think that would be fair," she answered, still holding my husband's erection.

As we felt each other's man, we looked at each other and giggled once more. Here we were, the two most socially awkward girls from our dorm, completely nude with our lovers, and boldly taking the initiative by fondling their penises. Given the expressions on our guys' faces, we could see that they liked our attitudes as much as our hands and bodies.

Manda told them, "Why the shocked looks? Can't we be sexually curious too?"

Mark stammered a bit because I was not letting go of his penis. "We're not complaining, just didn't expect it from you."

"Because I'm Indian? Maybe I've been in America long enough to be sexier."

William managed to joke, "Another reason to liberalize immigration policy." We all laughed.

Now when we got back into the water, there was an implicit understanding that more touching was allowed. Manda and I continued to feel William's and Mark's erections now and then, and they in turn were occasionally using their hands to compare our breasts, nipples, bottoms, and vaginas. Of course, it was easy for them to see my labia. Manda, on the other hand, had to be persuaded to sit on the pool's edge for a moment so that William could look more closely at her with her legs spread. I sat beside her so that she wouldn't feel alone, and our spread legs seemed to invite further touching. Mark opened my labia to touch my clitoris, and William parted Manda's hair to discover that she was as pink inside as any other woman.

Our next surprise came from Mark. With his face so close to my vagina, on an impulse he leaned in and gave me a brief lick. It felt wonderful, despite being sudden and unexpected, but I wondered if William would mind. He saw what Mark did, smiled at me, and then leaned in to lick Manda's vagina. The thought crossed my mind that, only last night, we were wondering if Manda could be convinced to go nude with us, and now I was wondering if William and I could keep up with her and Mark.

Actually, in one way, I guess I was still ahead of Manda. Because neither of us objected or closed our legs, the guys persisted in their licking. Manda was leaning back with her eyes closed, obviously feeling great pleasure from William's tongue. The sight of them along with Mark's tongue in and around my own vagina quickly led me to a keen sexual edge, and my gasping sounds and blushing chest let the others know when exactly I went over that lovely edge.

My second orgasm from another man surprised me, and it inspired William to give Manda a similar joy. Her darker skin did not blush so clearly across her breasts, but her firm nipples and satisfied sounds signaled her orgasm, a first with someone other than Mark. The two guys looked awfully pleased with themselves, and Manda and I were surely not going to say they didn't deserve a bit of pride.

I reset the mood when I finally said, "I think I need to get in the water to cool off now."

Manda pointed out, "Mark and William are already in the water, and it hasn't cooled them off any," a remark that led to some splashing fights and more laughter.

When we later got out of the water, the guys spread towels in a shady spot closer to the house. Off the patio and concrete around the pool, they figured we would all be more comfortable lying on the grass. William and Mark stretched out first, and Manda and I began gently to dry them off. Both of us alternated between the two guys at first, but she eventually concentrated on William while I rubbed down Mark's body. Nudging him to turn over on his back, I expected to see that he had an erection, and I wasn't disappointed. Manda found William's penis in a similarly aroused state.

As we dried them, our attentions soon focused solely on those erections. I was holding Mark's penis, stroking it tenderly, studying the details of its shape and texture, as well as the details of his pubic hair and testicles. A glance to the side told me that Manda was likewise fascinated by William's penis. In the back of my mind, I was contemplating whether I should return the favor and try to bring Mark to an orgasm by stroking his penis.

Manda must have had the same thought, although she had another means to the end: when I glanced her way once, she looked at me, next caught William's eye, and then leaned over to put his penis in her mouth. She was moving it in and out, taking most of it in and running her tongue around it. She also held it and licked all around, gently holding each testicle in her mouth briefly. William clearly was in ecstasy, and she returned to sucking him. His hips started to move up and down in tempo with her sucking, pushing more of his penis into her mouth.

All the while she had his penis in her mouth, she was lightly fondling his testicles with her free hand. Within a few minutes, William's breathing and movements increased, and I could tell he was getting close. The question in my mind was soon answered by what I saw. When William groaned and held his hips up, pressing urgently into Manda's mouth, she kept her lips locked around the shaft of his throbbing penis. Finally releasing him from her mouth, she coaxed a few more drops of semen from his penis in her hand, all the time smiling, telling him what a strong penis he had.

Mark's penis was still in my hand, but the two of us had been watching the others. Now that William and Manda turned our way, I knew they were expecting more of the same from us. I guess I had thought about having sex with other men recently, but figured the possibility of STDs would prevent me from ever acting on such thoughts. As much as I enjoyed our relationship with Steve and Carrie, I would be afraid to take that next step. With Mark and Manda, however, I could be confident that they were a couple like William and me, a couple of relative innocents whose sexual histories had no more than one chapter.

These thoughts went through my mind quickly, and suddenly I found myself moving to kneel next to Mark, bending over his middle, holding his penis straight up for all to see, and then putting it as far into my mouth as I could make it go.

His reactions and movements resembled William's, but his excitement must have been closer to boiling from the beginning. Although I had time to explore his genitals with my tongue, I did not have to suck on him for long thereafter before I tasted his semen deep in my throat. Like Manda, I held his penis in me until the pulsations in his penis subsided. Sitting up, I saw one drop more come from the shiny wet tip of his penis, and I quickly bent over again to lick it off, leaving his penis clean and glistening. Turning to Manda and William, I saw their broad smiles. William was still erect, both from the show and from being still in Manda's hand.

He was also holding the camera, having recorded a few shots of me with Mark's penis in my mouth. One of the pictures from behind me very explicitly depicted my bottom and vagina as I knelt over Mark's body. Since William still had an erection, I got Manda to pose for a couple of pictures with it in her mouth. We rested then, but the camera had us thinking of other pictures in our minds that might be enacted in real life.

After a suitable rest in the sun, I said, "If you two guys are ready, I'd like a picture with both of you."

"You already have pictures of us with you," Mark replied.

"I had a different pose in mind," and I took William's penis in hand and played with it to get him erect once more. As Manda and Mark watched, I showed them how I could turn William's penis into a kind of slide. They were fascinated by the sight of my vagina gliding up and down his length, but I was not finished. "Mark," I said, "come here next to us." When he was near me, I pushed William's penis up inside of me, looked at Manda, and said, "Get ready to take our picture."

She raised the camera just as I took Mark's penis and pulled him closer. Smiling at her and the lens, I put his penis into my mouth, feeling two men inside of me for the first time. The three of us established a rhythm soon enough, and Manda got it all in the camera. Before I could reach an orgasm, however, she said, "I've got that pose. Now try another."

I did not know what I should do, but the guys moved almost without hesitation. William moved from beneath me, leaving me on my hands and knees, while Mark moved around behind me. I did not know exactly what to expect next, but the guys seemed to know. William knelt beside me held me, rubbing my back and fondling my breasts, as Mark scooted nearer, close enough for me to feel his penis against my bottom.




Shade, Sun, and Neighbors Ch. 06



"Now I'm going to get to watch you make love," William whispered, and Mark placed his penis at the entrance of my vagina and pushed ever so slightly. I gasped at the feeling of just the head of his erection entering me, and I went almost limp against William. He held me up, though, and turned slightly so that I could take his penis into my mouth easily. Once again, I had the exhilarating feeling of two men inside of me at once. Manda took a picture, and Mark then pushed even further in before starting to move himself in and out, the steady motion causing my nipples to bounce gently.

We did not stop this time. In moments, William's semen shot into my throat, and I could feel Mark's orgasm quickly after. I reached beneath me to fondle his testicles as he pushed into me, lifting my hips and holding me against him as my own orgasm made me shudder. Manda missed nothing of our erotic display, telling us, "That looked so beautiful. I hope you guys can recover soon so that I can get my picture taken later."

When they were able to pleasure Manda, trading places between her mouth and vagina, the feeling was different yet still wonderful. Moving around them with the camera, I was reminded of watching Carrie and Steve that first time they made love in front of us, and I also realized again how explicitly I had been on display for my audience and the camera. I loved the intense arousal of making love with two men, but I also loved the excitement of getting to watch others and letting them watch me.

Mark and Manda had to leave the next morning. I joined Mark in the shower, and Manda took her bath with William seated right behind her. They had to dress to leave, but we saw them off in the nude.

A couple of days later, we welcomed Carrie and Steve home in the nude. What William and I shared with our college friends would not be repeated with our neighbors, at least not to the same degree of intimacy. Thanks to our neighbors, though, I knew that in one brief summer, William and I learned to enjoy sex, both doing and watching, so much more, and that we were enjoying the best of both worlds.