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A Traditional Swim Ch. 02

By: HStoner



The evening after our sex at the Y with Mindy watching was my first real "date" with Sara. We went across the River to an older place that had New Orleans jazz and Cajun food. Along with the great food and music, and a couple of glasses of wine, we had many laughs. I was thinking, and hoping, that something was developing between us beyond sex and nudity; although those are certainly both good things.

After dinner, I brought Sara back to my apartment Downtown. It was a little after 9:00 p.m., and dusk was turning into night. Since the weather had warmed and stayed warm, the building had opened the pool on the roof. I figured that there wouldn't be anyone using the pool after 9:00 on a Friday night, and suggested to Sara that we have a light swim.

Sara gave me a sexy pout. "But, I didn't bring a suit."

"I know that you have one swimming outfit with you that looks fantastic," I replied.

"You really like it?" she asked, smiling.

"I love it, and you wear it very well."

Sara pretended to think about it a moment. Feigning hesitancy, she said "Well, it wouldn't hurt to burn off a few of the calories from dinner; and if you like my new swim outfit that well . . . ok."

We stripped down in my apartment. I pulled out a couple of bathrobes which we put on for the elevator ride. I grabbed my apartment keys, and we were out the door. Fortunately, I had guessed correctly that no one would be at the pool. My building is overlooked by several of the surrounding buildings. Most of those contain offices. Someone working late would have had a lovely view as Sara dropped her robe and dived nude into the pool. A much less lovely sight, I dropped my robe and followed her into the water.

My building's pool was not designed for serious swimming, and you could cover any dimension in a few strokes. After a couple of half-hearted lengths, I stopped. I was standing in waist-deep water when Sara hugged me from behind. Pleasant as her bare breasts against my back were, my attention was re-focused when she reached down into the water. Her right hand quickly found my balls and she began gently stroking just behind them. It didn't take a long time for her to get me very hard. I quickly turned around, encircled her, with my arms, and pulled her tightly to me. We both lowered our grips to each others' buttocks and held each other very tight. During a very long, deep kiss, I was looking into her eyes. I saw light, joy, and, so help me, affection.

Sara finally broke the kiss. Leaning back slightly, she ran her finger lightly across the head of my dick, which was pointing straight up and resting against her belly. "Someone seems excited," she said.

"Someone knows how to get me excited," I replied.

"That is good, I would hate to bore you," she came back in a slightly lower, throaty voice.

Then Sara broke away. As she lunged, I grabbed her around her hips, pulling us both underwater. Underwater, I kissed her and began fingering her. After a short moment, Sara stood up, took my hand, and led me to a side of the pool where the water was only waist deep. Sara pushed herself up onto the side of the pool, facing me. She pulled me very close, wrapped her legs around me, and gently eased herself on to me.

We set up a gentle rhythm, not rushing. Sara gets a truly wonderful look on her face during intercourse, which I was savoring. Then we heard the slam of the metal door between the pool and the elevator.

Looking to my left, I could see that a couple had come onto the pool deck in swimsuits. I saw them well enough to recognize them as a late 20s- early 30s couple who lived in the building. Their expressions made it clear that they were disappointed to find someone else using the pool.

In a chipper tone, Sara called out, "Don't mind us. We're just fucking in the pool."

I couldn't be sure, but I thought I heard the man mutter "That's what we came up to do."

After a few more minutes, Sara gently pushed me away and slid into the pool. Having not yet come, I was still very hard. Sara took my dick in hand and led me over to and up the steps out of the pool. The two of us walked over to a shower near the hot tub. We could see the other couple watching us, so we spent several minutes washing each other thoroughly and intimately. Then we toweled each other off. We walked over to the chair on which we had left our bathrobes. Sara smiled at me and shook her head "no." We each slung our robe over our shoulder, and walked to the door to the elevator. As we passed close to the other couple, Sara very pleasantly said "I hope that you enjoy the pool."

We rode down the elevator nude, and walked down the hall from the elevator to my apartment. I was rather glad that we didn't run into anyone because I was still very erect. Once the apartment door had closed, Sara threw her arms around me and said "That was so ... hot!"

I very much needed to finish what we had started in the pool and started maneuvering to enter her there. Sara backed away a bit. 

"Not here, only the balcony," she said, and led me outside.

Sara lay back on the chaise with her legs spread and I mounted her. At that point, we were both too excited to give any thought to being seen; although I could hear traffic in the street below. We were also both too excited to last very long. Sara had a very loud orgasm that started just before I exploded inside her. Exhausted, we lay naked on the chaise looking at the lights in the apartments across the street.

Finally, Sara looked at me, smiled the smile to which I was swiftly becoming addicted, and said "You were right. Feeling exposed is a good feeling."

The following week, I had lunch with my former colleague Sally. Sally and I had worked together at a large law firm several years ago and had become good friends. We had also worked together a few times since we each moved to smaller practices. Sally was a very intelligent and hardworking person, yet was extremely easy to deal with. She had a great, and occasionally bawdy, sense of humor. Sally had dark red hair, a voluptuous figure, and a lovely face. There had always been "something" between us, but she had been in a serious relationship, then I got married, then she got married, then I got divorced. As far as I knew, Sally was still married.

As I sat down across the table from Sally in a Downtown faux Scottish pub, she asked, "How's the single life?"

"I'm managing all right."

"Well, I'll be finding out," she said.

"What?"

"Yes, Bob and I filed for dissolution several months ago. We signed the property division agreement last week, and we have our final hearing in three weeks," Sally elaborated.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. We had moved in different directions. These days, Bob's afraid to do anything that he hasn't done a hundred times before. There are still a lot of new things I want to try in life." Sally then smiled, tilted her head slightly, and asked, "So, are you in a relationship these days?"

I nodded me head affirmatively.

"Serious?"

"I hope so, I think."

Sally bowed her head slightly for a second, then straightened, looked at me, and said, "The timing has never worked for us, has it? Well, that may take care of what I wanted to ask you."

Our server arrived to take our lunch orders. After we each ordered our fish & chips, I said, "Well, we won't know until you ask me and I answer, will we?"

Sally sighed, "It won't work the way I had hoped. Ok, I have a friend who does catering and event planning. Some of the younger 'movers and shakers' in town have approached her about a big ticket charity event at a private mansion in Shawnee Hill [a very affluent and exclusive suburb of our city]. It will be drinks and hors d'oeuvre, then a sit-down dinner, then entertainment. Except, that the youthful heavy hitters want to do something very risqué that the traditional power-people would never do, so my friend needs three couples to work as servers for the cocktail hour and the dinner, in the nude. They don't want strippers or hookers, and there just aren't many legitimate servers in this town willing to work in their birthday suits."

"So you wanted to ask me if I'd work as a nude waiter for an evening?"

Sally nodded her head, "Yeah, I thought we could do it together. We've never seen each other naked, and I thought it would be a fun way for me to re-enter single life."

"I'm flattered that you thought of me; but I really couldn't do something like that without Sara. But, Sara might be willing to do it. Can you find someone to pair with you? We could still do it."

Sally was a bit dismissive: "Yeah, I could find a guy willing to get naked with me for an evening; but there is a bit more: the after-dinner entertainment. Our rich young hipsters want one of the couples to have sex in front of them. I thought we could do that too. I don't suppose your Sara would be interested in that. Oh, and you can't be paid. That would constitute prostitution."

"I don't know. Sara is pretty adventurous. I don't know what she'd say, but I'm sure she wouldn't be angry for me asking."

Sally looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Really. I think I'd like to meet your Sara."

Sara and I were sitting nude of the sofa in her living room that night when I told her about my conversation with Sally. Sara looked at me for a moment when I finished.

"So, the idea is that we'd spend two or three hours waiting on some wealthy young egoists bare-assed. After we clear off the dessert plates, we'd go to the front of the room and fuck for their viewing pleasure. Is that the idea?"

I nodded. "That's basically it. Don't forget that we'd do this on a strictly uncompensated, volunteer basis; throw in the risk that one or more of the guests may recognize one of us, and you have it." 

Sara sat silent for several beats. Then she smiled broadly, and leaned forward and kissed me. "It actually sounds like a lot of fun. Are you willing to do it?"

I thought for a moment, looked into Sara's eyes, and then I smiled. "Yeah, if you're serious."

Sara asked, "Will your friend Sally be doing it too? I'd like to meet her."

"She's in if we are. She'll find someone to partner her. But, the live sex act is ours alone."

Sara took my penis in her hand. Looking straight into my eyes, she said very firmly, "Good. I don't want to do this if someone else is doing the sex show."

I called Sally the next morning to say that we were in. "Even the sex?," she asked.

"Yes, we'll do the sex."

"Your Sara sounds like quite a person. I'm looking forward to meeting her."

Sally and Sara did meet a week later when we met with Sally's caterer friend to go over what we were to do. Sally was there with a much younger man named Eric. Eric was, obviously, a bodybuilder and seemed very egocentric. When he talked, his sentences all started with "I" and ended with "me." He was not whom I'd have expected Sally to hook up with, and she shot me a seemingly apologetic glance each time he spoke. Of course, we later learned that he was hung like a horse, which may explain a few things. The third couple we younger: Amanda and her boyfriend Steve. Amanda worked part-time for the caterer. She was a petite girl, and seemed rather plain sitting in our meeting in jeans and a t-shirt. However, she and Steve were the most vocally enthusiastic about being a nude waitress and waiter.

Since none of us were professional servers, most of the meeting focused on basics: how to put plates and glasses before the guests, how to remove used china and silverware, how to respond to common requests. We also covered things like where the event was, what time to get there, and the like. While largely unmentioned, the fact that we would all be working nude was one elephant in the room. The bigger elephant, at least for Sara and I, was not even mentioned.

The event started at 6:00 p.m. the following Saturday. We needed to be there by 5:00. By 4:40, Sara and I were driving through the leafy, and exclusive, enclave of Shawnee Hill. The address we'd been given put us in front of a locked gate. Beyond, we could see a driveway winding up a hill. After identifying ourselves over an intercom, we were buzzed in, and drove what seemed like a couple of miles up a hillside. At the top was a genuine mansion set in the trees, with a working fountain in front. The driveway forked and we were met by a private security guy. After identifying ourselves and explaining who we were working for, we were directed to park around behind the mansion.

Sara grinned at me: "the servants' entrance."

We parked next to the caterer's van, and got out of the car. We had dressed lightly since we'd be taking everything off shortly anyway. As instructed, Sara wore light make-up. We went inside and were greeted by the caterer. We quickly joined Amanda and Steve in setting out chin and silverware on the twenty tables in a large hall on the first floor. Sara and I could not help noticing that the tables were set up in concentric half-circles. 

At what would have been the center if the tables had formed a full circle was something that looked like a small daybed draped in a red cloth. The caterer came up to us. She pointed to the daybed and, with seeming embarrassment, said "um . . . , well . . ., that is for your act." 

Sally and Eric arrived as we were finishing the place settings. The caterer called us together. "The cocktails will start on the back patio in twenty minutes. Amanda and Steve will bartend. Sally, Sara, Eric, Harry, you will pick up hors d'oeuvre trays at this kitchen entrance. When your tray is empty, bring it back here and get a full one. Guys, keep your dicks out of the food. Right. I think you should all get undressed now."

With that, the six of us took all of our clothes off. The caterer gave us a quick inspection and pronounced herself satisfied. Sara, who is a beautiful lady clothed, looks absolutely stunning naked. Nude also flattered Sally's fuller, curvy figure. Amanda immediately became less plain, revealing a butt so lovely that she should be required to bare it at all times. I've already mentioned Eric's most notable feature. Steve and I just looked like average naked guys.

At first, it was strange and exciting to be walking naked among people wearing tuxes and evening gowns. However, the thrill quickly passed as we coped with the task of serving the guests. From the patio cocktails, the guests moved into the dining hall and we managed to serve a several course meal. It was, frankly, tiring. Most of the time, we forgot we were nude. Although, I would get the occasional reminder when one of the guests, fortunately only female guests, "accidentally" brushed my penis. Sara told me later that she had a number of hands on her ass and a few nipple grabs.

Finally, we had cleared away the desert dishes. The six of us stood near the kitchen entrance as an older man in a tux, the host I assume, stood and addressed the guests. "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for attending this evening and thank you for your generosity. I trust that you all enjoyed the splendid meal and the special attire of our servers. I promised you a unique after-dinner entertainment, which we will do in this room. I know that I can trust you all, but please remember that what occurs tonight is not to be discussed with anyone not in this room. Also, please, no picture-taking. If the staff will proceed."

That was our cue. I looked at Sara and she smiled at me. She was already breathing faster, as was I, and her nipples were erect. She took my hand, and we walked through the tables full of guests towards the daybed. All of the guests were turned, looking at us. While we had almost forgotten our nudity while serving, I was very conscious of being nude as Sara and I walked through the tables hand-in-hand. It was actually a good feeling. I started to feel a bit proud. We were the ones with no clothes on, not them.

We stopped in the center of the room, in front of the daybed. Sara smiled at me, and her eyes were twinkling. We kissed. Then, Sara knelt down and took my penis in her mouth. Sara gives an excellent blowjob, and this one was special; but her purpose right now was only to get me very hard. She stopped after a few moments. I led her to the daybed, which was end on towards the guests' tables. Sara lay down on her back with her feet towards the guests. Then she spread her legs wide, exposing her pussy to the guests. I waited a few moments to make sure that everyone had a good look, and then began to go down on Sara.

I stopped once I was sure that Sara was fully aroused. Sara got up, and then got down on the daybed again; this time on her hands and knees facing the guests. I walked behind her, knelt on the daybed, and entered doggy-style. Although not our favorite position, we had chosen this one so that the guests could see our faces and so that we could make eye-contact. Eye-contact was quickly forgotten as I slid into my very wet lover. Sara clenched her muscles around my penis, and we started a gentle rhythm. 

We had been told to make the sex last as long as possible. However, being there, naked and humping in front of a room of elegantly dressed people was way too stimulating. Soon, Sara began to moan. I felt her body start to convulse. As I felt myself nearing an explosion, I heard Sara let out a scream.

I must have actually blacked out for a second, because the next thing I remember is Sara and I lying together on the daybed, sweaty and panting. As I remembered the situation, I looked into her eyes, a bit fearful of what I might see there. What I saw was warmth and, I think, love. Sara smiled and kissed me. Somewhat shaky, we helped each other stand up from the daybed.

As we stood up, energetic applause broke out. What could we do? Sara took my left hand, and we stood, naked and sweaty, facing the guests. We nodded our heads to acknowledge the applause.

It may sound humiliating. But, I actually felt wonderful. At that moment, I was very happy that all of these strangers had just watched me make love to an incredible lady. I was proud that we were standing there naked, just us in our skin, holding hands.

We walked back through the tables towards the kitchen holding hands. As we reached the kitchen entrance, Sally said "Jesus, I wish that had been me."

Quiet Amanda echoed her, "I wish that had been me too."

A Traditional Swim Ch. 03



Before we did our sex performance at the mansion in Shawnee Hill, Sara and I had discussed the risk that someone there would recognize us. While neither of us were good friends with anyone with the kind of money required to be invited to that event, we had both represented wealthy clients.

As it turned out, a former client of Sara's was at the event and did recognize her. This turned out to be a very fortunate circumstance. The husband of that couple had started a business making a portable electronic device. He was continually frustrated that the prices he was charged by his suppliers were keeping him from pricing his product competitively, and suspected collusion. A couple of weeks after the mansion event, he called Sara about this situation.

Since Sara was a transactional lawyer and this situation sounded more like litigation, Sara referred to device-maker to me. Of course, he recognized me too. He didn't say much about what Sara and I had done. But, I appreciated what he did say: "Anyone with the balls to do that in front of a room full of people may just have the balls I need. And, it looked like you give good service."

After several meeting with the device-maker, and his financial, procurement, and sales people; I became convinced that there was a real case. However, it would be going after some huge companies and I would need help to pursue it. Fortunately, Sally agreed to help me with the case.

This isn't the place to recount in detail two and a half years of litigation. The case became the only case Sally and I had. Up against multiple teams of lawyers, we eventually recruited Sara away from her firm to give us support. That led to an interesting development.

My office was in one of the oldest buildings Downtown. The air conditioning (and heat) was spotty at the best of times. The landlord was cheap and turned them off on weekends. One Saturday in July, the three of us were reviewing documents in my conference room to prepare for some very important depositions. It was sweltering and we were all dripping with sweat.

Finally, Sara said "screw this," stood up, and took her clothes off. After a couple of minutes, Sally and I decided to follow Sara's lead. Nude, we all got back to our stacks of documents. The heat and workload had made everyone short-tempered. However, as we were packing up about 11:00 that night, Sally made an observation.

"You know, we stopped being nasty to each other once we took our clothes off. We had been getting on each other's nerves, but, nude, we started being nice to each other again."

Sally was right. I could have pointed out that, from my perspective, it would be churlish to be unpleasant to two very beautiful ladies when they are naked; but I thought better of it. Sally's observation was insightful, and caused us to adopt a policy of working nude when we were in the office by ourselves (although the FedEx guys came to love deliveries to our office). As the documents began to overwhelm us, we even found a part-time paralegal who agreed to work nude with us.

To make a long story shorter, we settled the case for mid-nine figures shortly before trial. Even net of expenses and cut between Sally, Sara, and myself; our one-third fee left all three of us very well set for a long time to come. Sara and I decided that a celebratory trip was in order. We quickly decided upon a well-known nude resort on the beach on St. Martin. Sally had dumped Eric a very long time ago, and her work on our case had kept her from forming any other attachments. That, and the fact that all three of us really liked each other, led Sara and me to ask Sally to come with us. It really didn't take too much persuasion. The vision of lying nude on a tropical beach with a rum drink to hand was powerful for all three of us.

Sally's acceptance raised another interesting question. While the chalets at the resort are very nice, they are not that big and, with three of us in one, the accommodations would be a bit "intimate." Sally was all for trying to rent two adjoining chalets. Sara, however, would not hear of it.

"Sally, you've already seen Harry and I go at it doggy-style. What else could we do that would make you uncomfortable. Besides," and here Sara grinned, "if you pick up a stud on the beach and want to make it with him, we ought to be able to watch. Turnabout is only fair."

Sally laughed her wonderful deep, throaty laugh. "You're right; there isn't much we don't know about each other by now. So, you're saying that we share a chalet and any sex is done in full view of all three of us?"

Sara and I looked at each other for a second, and then we both smiled. In a wonderfully sexy voice of her own, Sara said "I think we have the ground rules for the trip."

Getting from where we lived to St. Martin was a full day ordeal. Even the tropical climate and the beauty of the bay could no offset the fatigue that we all felt when we arrived at the resort. The first order of business for all three of us was to get out of our clothing. 

Sara grabbed my hand, and said "Come on, I saw a shower just outside the back door. I want to wash off that canned jetliner air." Sara and I washed each other in the open-air shower, waving at the other nude guests who walked by as well as the clothed staff.

Back inside, Sally greeted us with a wry smile. "We have another problem."

"What?" I asked.

"Follow me," and Sally led us into the bedroom. What we saw was one large bed. Apparently, we had not been clear enough when we made the reservation.

"Well," I offered, "I can go to the office and see what they can do."

Sara had the grin she gets. "No, I really don't see a problem here. Let's just stay with this. Besides, we know that the resort is almost full."

Sally said, "The sofa in the front room looks decent. I can sleep there and let you two have the bed."

I interjected, "I understand your thinking, but that seems very ungentlemanly of me to make you do that."

Sara, who still had her grin, looked at both of us. "I really don't see any reason why we all three can't share this bed."

After a moment, Sally started to grin. "Yes, I see your point. That will work for me."

Sara and Sally both looked at me. "What, you think I'm going to veto sleeping with the two greatest ladies I know? I'm not crazy."

Sara chuckled. Then she said, "Oh, Sally, by the way, Harry and I always sleep nude."

Sally's smile was broader. "So do I."

Having resolved our sleeping arrangements, we put our valuables in the safe. I put the key and some money into a small shoulder bag. We each grabbed a towel, and we walked hand-in-hand up to the resort bar, where we could have a drink in the nude while looking out on the bay.

After a drink, we decided to stay nude and just eat in the surprisingly good restaurant which the resort bar doubles as. Dinner was followed by a couple more drinks, during which we started chatting with a Canadian couple and a couple from Virginia. Although it was still early, the alcohol exacerbated our fatigue. We soon walked back to the chalet.

This time, the three of us showered together outside. Although I had never really touched Sally before, nor her me, Sara and I washed her thoroughly. Then Sally and I washed Sara. Last, Sara and Sally washed me. We toweled off and went into the bedroom.

The three of us stood by the bed for a moment. Sara and Sally shared a look. Then Sally said to me, in her deeper voice, "you are in the middle." I got into bed on my side. Sara got in facing me, snuggled close, and we put our arms around each other. Sally got in the other side, and moved very close with her front to my back.

Sleeping nude with two incredible ladies, it was not surprising that I woke the next morning with serious wood. I had started gently fingering Sara. When Sara full awoke, she pushed me onto my back, shook Sally awake, and, pointing at my hard on, asked "What should we do about this?"

Sally's response was swift: "I think that you need to get on it."

Sara straddled me, guided me into her, and began riding me. At one point, I glanced over at Sally, who was lying next to us getting herself off. Sara and Sally came at almost the same time. Both were noisy. Sara a bit high pitched and staccato, Sally with a long lower moan that built to crescendo. After we had all orgasmed, Sara, still straddling me, pulled Sally closer and we had a group hug.

After several minutes of holding each other, Sara broke the silence. Smiling she said, "Louis, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship." A few minutes later, the three of us went outside for our morning shower. Showering outside the next chalet was the couple from Virginia we'd met the night before.

The lady from Virginia called over, "From what we heard, I'd say that you've had a good morning." Her partner, not quite so subtle, added "I did think that I heard three different voices."

Sara quickly grabbed both Sally's ass and mine. She cheerfully responded, "Yes, we are VERY good friends." While I thought that they might be offended, the Virginia couple just smiled back at us.

We spent the day lounging on the beach and chatting with other guests of the resort. At one point, Sara came back from a trip up the beach and said, "I've fixed it. The water sports people are taking us out there tomorrow," pointing to the uninhabited small island in the bay. "We leave at 10:00 a.m. from right by the bar. They provide lunch and drinks. Right now, we're the only people signed up for tomorrow. Oh, and, we don't have to bring any clothes with us."

We were, indeed, the only people on the boat the next morning; and we did not bring any clothes, only gallons of sunscreen. While not the usual procedure, we'd gotten operator of the water sports concession to agree to leave us on the island with some food and drink. The boat would come back to get us in about three and a half hours. 

Alone on the island, Sally, Sara, and I walked around hand-in-hand-in-hand. When we reached the side of the island facing out to sea, away from the developments around the bay, Sara stopped. She looked at Sally and me, and said "I've been getting all the attention on this trip. That isn't right." Sara put a hand on each of Sally's back and mine and gently pushed us together. 

Sally and I stood in the surf, just touching, looking into each other's eyes. There were years of unrequited desire going both ways between us. We had just received my girlfriend's permission, if not instructions, to make love. Sally took my penis in her hand and began softly stroking. I reached between her legs and began fingering her clit. After a time, I put my arms around Sally and gently lowered her to the sand. Awash in the surf, I mounted her. Maybe not "From Here to Eternity," but we kept at it for some time before sharing shattering orgasms. All the while, Sara stood just a couple feet away, beaming.

After Sally and I recovered from our lovemaking, the three of us walked back to the bay side of the beach to the coolers of food and drink. For a picnic, it was a gourmet meal. The ladies had chilled wine, while I had some very good Dutch beer. After eating, we explored the island more, and swam. Finally, we walked back to where Sally and I had made love, and I did "From Here to Eternity" take two with Sara. We had mistimed, however, and were still in full coitus when a girl from the water sports concessionaire found us to tell us that the boat was there to take us back. The girl was kind enough to wait until Sara and I had finished. I think she enjoyed the show.

We spent a total of two weeks on Orient Bay, with occasional clothed trips into Marigot or Grande Case. One afternoon, as our trip was nearing its end, the three of us were in chaises on the beach, with drinks of course, talking about what to do next with our lives. While we had made a ridiculous amount of money from our antitrust lawsuit, we had also destroyed any other practice that any of us had had. 

Sally started what turned into the serious part of the conversation. "I've really always wanted to run a small bar and restaurant somewhere out of the way."

"A tropical beach bar," I added. Sally nodded affirmatively.

"A clothing optional beach bar," Sara chimed is.

"At which staff, management, and ownership would always be nude. Guests could go nude or clothed as they preferred," I elaborated. Sara and Sally both agreed that they liked the picture we were painting.

At that point, Sara, always the dealmaker, stood and said, "Let me get my tablet and start looking around."

That is how the three of Sara, Sally, and I became lovers and partners in a nude business.



A Traditional Swim Ch. 04



Sara found a beachfront bar with a fixable house on an adjoining lot on a French island. After a bit of negotiation, and a substantial contribution to the local authorities' pet project, we were able to have both properties designated as a "quartier naturiste." Having closed the deal, Sara largely ceded implementation to Sally.

Sara's focus shifted back to swimming. She had learned about a swimming competition which a naturist group sponsored in a large natatorium in suburban Paris. According to Sara's research, the competition was open to anyone who achieved a qualifying time, provided that you were willing to compete nude. Online, Sara had found photographs from a prior competition that showed the large amount of permanent seating in the facility.

"Imagine, all those seats filled with spectators; bending over and taking your mark on the blocks with nothing on, fully exposed before all of those people," Sara mused. Then she shifted into her determined mode. "This meet is something which we MUST do."

When Sara sets a goal, she quickly plans out how to achieve it and quickly implements her plan. Her new goal was that she and I would both compete in the nude swim meet in France. Fortunately, there were several months for us to attain the qualifying times. We'd need those months, I more than her.

Having been a competitive swimmer, Sara knew quite a bit about training. She developed a training regimen that we both adhered to rigidly (Sara because she was determined, I because I love Sara). Sara thought that ocean swimming, fighting the waves, would build strength; so we spent hours in the water off of our new home and business. Sara, who can be extremely persuasive, also found a municipal pool on our island and persuaded the authorities to let us train there a couple of days a week, very early before the pool opened to the public. Personally, I think that the men who operated the pool allowed us to do that because they enjoyed seeing Sara nude on the pool deck, as she often was. I don't blame them. Sara was, and is, a very beautiful lady, in or out of a swimsuit.

Sara had some interesting training techniques. For example, to strengthen my kick, she would have me extend both arms in front of me. Then she would tie my wrists together. While I could extend my arms over my head to dive into the pool, I could not stroke with my arms and had to rely exclusively on my kick.

Sara also entered us in every competition she could find in North America, South America, and the Caribbean. Virtually all of those competitions were clothed, which reaffirmed my strong preference for being nude when I swim. Sara acquired a couple of new competition suits. Viewed from most angles, they were simply black competition suits in the new style, running half-way down her thighs. However, if the right light, her suits became essentially transparent. 

"If I have to wear something to compete, I want it to be something that still lets people see the real me," she explained. My staid young lawyer had become an exhibitionist. To my slight surprise, Sara was never questioned about those suits. 

After intense work, Sara recorded qualifying times in the 100m and 200m freestyle and fly. I managed to qualify for the age-group (read "Geezer") competition in the 50m and 100m breaststroke. Sara was thrilled. I'm not sure that Sally was enthused about the two of us devoting so much time to this just as we were starting a new business. We asked Sally to come to France to take pictures of us at the meet. She declined, arguing that someone had to stay on the island to "mind the store." We had hired an American couple who had been cruising the Caribbean to work as our cook and chief bartender. Sally was forming a close relationship with them.

Living on a French island, we had direct flights to Paris Charles DeGaulle airport. Sara and I landed two days before the competition started. After a day playing restrained tourist in Paris, we went to the far suburb where the competition was held the day before the meet to check in. Fully clothed, a young lady with the naturist federation gave us our passes, a meet schedule (en francais), and assigned us to a dorm room. She also showed us around the pool area, explaining, per Sara's translation, that the natatorium seated 5,100 people and all sessions of the meet were sold out. She showed us the surprisingly small unisex changing and shower rooms under the stands, and pointed out that there were no lockers so we should bring as little as possible when we came to compete.

The dorm being used to house the swimmers was a very large, drab building about two blocks from the natatorium. I've no idea what it is used for normally. Our assigned room was on the fourth floor. Upon entering, we learned that we had roommates: two German ladies. While they were pleasant enough, it created a problem as the room had only two beds. While Sara and I intended to sleep together, the German ladies made clear that they did not. Oh well, I'd slept on the floor before and Sara could use me as a mattress. The room had a small WC. There was a large communal shower down the hall.

The pool was open for practice that afternoon. Sara and I did a few practice laps, found a tolerable bistro for an early dinner, and went to sleep early. Because the whole competition was shoe-horned into two days, the meet started at 9:00 the next morning. At 6:00, the shower was full of people shaving their, or their partners', whole bodies. Sara and I shaved each other, put on warm-ups, and were at the pool by 8:00 as directed. 

By 8:30, we could hear a crowd over our heads in the stands. An official stood on a bench and explained, in French and English, that the competition would start with the competitors marching into the pool area and around the pool deck. We were then to be seated in the competitors' area while there was a short ceremony, and then heats would begin. At that point, the official asked us to please remove all of our clothes.

After stripping down, we formed into a two column line to march into the pool. There were more swimmers than the change room could hold, so we were pressed firmly into the bare skin of the couple in front of us, as two people behind us were pressed into us. My dick was jammed against of the brunette in front of me.

"Its not quite where I'd fancy it, but having a penis touching my body anywhere is a right start to my day," the brunette said in an Australian accent, turning her head towards me as much as she could. In the moments before entering into the pool, we became friends of a sort with the brunette, Dawn, and her partner, Geoff. Since Sara and I were in full bare body contact with them, conversation was inevitable. They seemed a very pleasant couple.

The lines decompressed as the swimmers began entering the pool. The first thing that struck me was that the pool area was much cooler than the cramped change room. The second was that the stands were, indeed, full of clothed spectators. Geoff turned half around to us and said "great fun to be walking starkers in front of all this lot, right?"

Sara, smiling broadly, squeezed my hand. Leaning towards me, she said softly, "I'm glad were down here naked instead of up there dressed."

Trying to imitate the Olympics slightly, we swimmers waved to the stands as we circled the large pool. Our concern that Sally might not have been allowed to take pictures if she had come evaporated swiftly. The pool area seemed filled with cameras and video recorders. As we marched behind the blocks, Sara gestured to a group of photographers set up behind the blocks. 

"They'll have some great pictures of us starting," Sara said. Indeed, Sara was able to get a lovely picture of her from behind on the blocks just before she started a race which is now framed and on the wall of our house.

Dawn, exclaimed, "Damn, I'm only swimming backstroke. Geoff will have to get a few of me on the blocks after the session."

We gathered in the competitors' area while a couple of nude older men made short speeches. Sara's summary translation was that they were officials of the federation welcoming the swimmers and crowd. Then a striking lady of about 40 came to the microphone wearing a very stylish (to my eye) business suit. Sara's translation was that the lady was the mayor of this municipality and she was welcoming us all to her community. Then, although the lady was still speaking, Sara giggled. I looked at her quizzically. 

Trying to stifle another giggle, Sara said "the mayor said that she wants to impress the naturists with their welcome here and intends to demonstrate her solidarity with us."

As Sara finished her translation, the mayor took a step back from the mic. She took off her jacket and handed it to a woman I took to be her aide. The mayor kicked off her shoes, unbuttoned her blouse, unzipped and stepped out of her skirt. Standing in a bra, hose, and panties, the mayor hesitated a moment. Then she took off her bra, pushed down and stepped out of the pantyhose, then pushed down her panties. Fully nude, she raised both arms over her head to great applause. You had to love it. 

Smiling, the mayor stepped back to the mic. Per Sara, she said that she had never done this before, but that it felt wonderful and that she was going to have to go naked more often.

That ended the ceremony. Save for those swimming right away, we swimmers went back into the change room. With little to do before our heats, we chatted with Dawn and Geoff. Sara complained about our dorm situation.

"We've not got any roommates, and we've got two beds," Geoff said. "We only need one, as I expect do you. Why don't you move in with us tonight?" We did only need one bed, so the logic of his suggestion was inescapable.

The heats went quickly and, before long, it was time for Sara's first swim. She put on her swim cap and we walked with her out onto the deck. Nude, the swimmers loosened behind their respective blocks. Each, in turn, was introduced to the crowd, and waved. Then they were called to their blocks, and called set. Sara looked stunning, naked, bent over on the blocks ready to start. She looked stunning in the water, too winning her heat, which put her into the final. Later in the morning, Dawn won her heat as well; and Geoff swam second, which qualified him for the final. 

Sara's first final was in the early afternoon. The visual was just as appealing as the morning, but two swimmers were faster than she. Still, third place put her on the podium. 

They did have medals ceremonies. Each of the top three swimmers stood nude behind a small platform with three different levels. As the third place finisher, Sara stepped onto her place as her name was announced and stood there as the second and first place finishers stood up. Then, one of the federation officials stepped forward, followed by a nude girl carrying a pillow. Sara bent forward slightly as the older man placed a ribbon with a bronze medallion attached around her neck. The ribbon ran down between Sara's bare breasts, and the medallion was set off nicely by Sara's tanned skin. We have a picture of that on the wall too.

Dawn also placed third in her final, but Geoff finished out of the medals. He took it well though. The age-group races started in late afternoon. Swimming a short race, my heat came up early. To my surprise, the stands were still full. Hearing your name announced and stepping forward to wave at the crown with nothing on, dick, balls, and but on full display, was an experience like no other; and one that I would not trade. I understood why Sara had been almost giddy after her first race. To my further surprise, I won my heat (apparently there aren't any good older male athletes interested in nude competitive swimming). My final came in the early evening. I was absolutely flummoxed to finish second. 

I now had my nude turn on the medal podium. Since nothing else occurred during the medal ceremony, the three swimmers were the focus of all attention. Standing there, completely nude in front of about 5,000 clothed people was an exhilarating feeling. I was now very glad that Sara had forced me into this. To add to the pleasure, the mayor was back to award the medals to the male swimmers roughly her age. She once again demonstrated her solidarity with the naturists. Up close and from the front, she was a very beautiful lady. I admit that I tingled abit as she brushed my bare chest after putting my medal around my neck.

The first day ended with four medals between the four of Dawn, Geoff, Sara (2), and me. That was grounds for a decent dinner and a couple of drinks, even though we were all swimming the next day. After dinner, Sara and I moved our stuff (most of which had actually been left checked at our Paris hotel) in with Dawn and Geoff. Sara and I went back out to walk around some as Sara was still "up" and needed to burn off energy. We came back to the room about an hour later. Dawn and Geoff were atop one of the beds in vigorous missionary position coitus. Geoff looked at us as we walked in.

"Don't let us be the only perverts here. Get your kit off and get at it on your own bed." Sara kissed me, and we did.



A Traditional Swim Ch. 05



When Sara and I returned to the island from France, we had some issues to resolve. Sally had been more than slightly put out that we had "run off" just as the bar was getting off of the ground. Sally had also formed a relationship with Chelsea and Tom, the American couple whom we had hired to help with the bar. At the same time, Sara had decided that running a bar, even one which operated fully nude on a beach in Paradise, was not what she wanted to do. Sara wanted the freedom to drop everything and run off somewhere in pursuit of her newfound love of nudism and exhibition (not inherently the same thing). Sara and I were both committed to us as partners, so where she was going, I was going too.

After some extended discussion, we found a resolution which satisfied everyone. Sara and I basically gave Chelsea and Tom our interest in the bar and the adjoining house. The house allowed them to root themselves with Sally. At the same time, the bar and the cove on which it sat made a good, and very pleasant, base of operations. Sara and I moved to another house on another small cove about ten minutes walk from the bar. In return, Sara and I and a "reasonable" number of guests were guaranteed free food and drink at the bar perpetually (or as long as Sally, Chelsea, and Tom owned it). Having made these arrangements, very friendly relations were re-established all round.

Sara was still a bit buzzed from our experience in France. We were still swimming hard, both in the cove in front of our new house and at the municipal pool. However, Sara was already looking for our next adventure. The opportunity, and the seeds of a large life-change for both of us, came unexpectedly.

We were in Sally's bar one evening when Sara struck up a conversation with a couple who had sailed into the cove and anchored. Sara was intrigued both by their large mono-hull (obviously a very expensive boat) and by the fact that the couple was obviously nude from the first moment we noticed them entering the cove. The couple was German. Dieter was roughly my age and his partner, Birgit, was mid-thirties. Dieter had effectively retired a couple of years earlier. After persuading Birgit to join him, they bought the boat in Italy and sailed out of the Med, across the Atlantic, and began hopping the Caribbean islands. As Birgit proudly told us, "From Italy to BVI, not one thread either of us wore."

Dieter and Birgit lived on their boat and remained nude unless circumstances absolutely required that they dress. As they explained to us, such circumstances arose infrequently in the Caribbean. As they told it, their journey sounded idyllic and had given them many opportunities to nude in non-traditional circumstances. I had some experience sailing, but was not a competent sailor. Sara had virtually no experience with boats, but expressed the wish that we could do what Dieter and Birgit were doing. Sara's wistful statement provoked an invitation.

Dieter told us that they were sailing up to Antigua for Sail Week, a huge annual celebration of sail and racing. Antigua was a few islands up the Leeward chain, and an easy two day sail. "You may come with us. You will quickly learn much more about sail, and can decide if it is something you wish to pursue." At that, he smiled and looked at Birgit.

Smiling, Birgit added the kicker to their invitation. "There is one condition: you must both stay nude the entire time. You will not bring anything which you could use to cover yourselves on our boat." 

Two days later, Sara and I were standing bare in the stern of Dieter's and Birgit's boat watching our island recede from view. Despite everything, I think we both had some anxiety knowing that we would be spending at least ten days a very long ways from our clothes and that we had agreed with our hosts not to cover ourselves under any circumstances. Of course, Dieter and Birgit had no intention of covering themselves either. 

The sailing was leisurely and great fun. When some waves developed, Dieter told us to stand in the bow. He took a close-haul so that the waves broke over the bow and over our naked bodies. Sara and I shared a long embrace freshened by the spray.

We anchored off of Guadeloupe for our first night's stop. After a dinner of fresh fish which Dieter had caught, we shared a couple of bottles of wine on deck with our host and hostess. Dieter went below and came back topside with two hammocks.

Birgit explained, "There are two cabins below. However, when the weather permits, Dieter and I usually sleep on deck. With the breeze, the bugs will not bother you." When in Rome... Dieter showed Sara how to rig one of the hammocks on deck while I followed Birgit's directions to rig the other.

As we lay together in the hammock looking at the stars, Sara and were gently fondling each other. The environment really called out for his to make love, but we were unsure how Dieter and Birgit would react. Our doubts were soon resolved as we heard sounds which could only come from copulation coming from the other hammock. A quick glance confirmed that Dieter and Birgit were, indeed, fucking vigorously. With that, Sara quickly brought me fully erect, shifted on top of me, and guided me into her. The sea, the open air, and the pleasure which Sara and I take from each other made this an intense session. I have remarked before than Sara is quite loud during sex. So is Birgit. If anyone was within earshot of our boat, they could have no doubt exactly what the four of us were doing.

Sara and I awoke from a deep and restful sleep as the Sun came far enough above the Eastern horizon to warm our bodies. Getting out of our hammock, we met Birgit on deck. She smiled at us.

"Making love outdoors is so much better than in a small dark room, yes?" We heartily agreed. 

Dieter came on deck and said, "We really do not need to be in English Harbor until tomorrow. Take your time. Swim, or walk the beach." He gestured to the seeming uninhabited beach a few yards off the starboard side. Sara and I accepted the invitation to swim. The sea was calm as I followed Sara through what we estimated were some half-mile laps. A quick glance up occasionally let me see her lovely bare ass slicing through the water.

Finished with our laps, we were holding onto the ladder on the port side when we heard noises from the other side of the boat. Swimming around, we saw Dieter and Birgit on the beach in the missionary position. A gleam in her eye, Sara said, "Come on, let's join them."

We swan into the surf until it was too shallow and then walked onto the beach hand in hand. We were only about a yard from Dieter and Birgit. Not breaking stride, they both looked at us and smiled. Sara reached down and began running her hand softly along the length of my dick. I figured her clit, and began some finger penetration. When I was very hard, Sara said "On your back."

I lay on the sand on my back, my erection pointing into the morning Caribbean sun. Sara straddled me and lowered herself down on me. I like her on top because it is easier to see her face. She gets the most beautiful facial expressions I can imagine during sex. On a beach on Guadeloupe Dieter was pounding Birgit while Sara rode me less than three feet away.

Dieter and Birgit finished before we did, so that sat back on the sand and watched us. After Sara came loudly and I came explosively, I pulled Sara down on my chest for a long, slow kiss. When we broke our embrace, Sara rolled off onto the sand next to me. Then, we heard applause coming from the tree line.

Somewhat startled, all four of us stood up. Four people came out of the trees onto the beach smiling. First was a couple I guess were a few years older than me. They were followed by a blonde who looked mid-to-late twenties and a thin blond guy who looked the same age as her. All four wore t-shirts, shorts, and boat shoes; and were carrying backpacks. All four were smiling. 

The older man said, "We were walking to the beach when we saw you through the trees. It seemed rude to interrupt you, so we waited. I hope that you don't mind that we watched." We all mumbled something meant to indicate that we didn't mind. The man introduced the older lady as his wife and the younger one as his daughter. The younger man was the daughter's boyfriend. After a short conversation, we excused ourselves to swim back to the boat.

As the four of us entered the water, the younger lady spoke for the first time" "Thanks. You've shown us a better use for the beach." 

Looking back to the beach when we were on deck, Sara and I noticed that all four of the intruders were themselves stripping down. Dieter suggested that "we ought to raise sail and give them privacy." Dieter and I started hauling the mainsail.

When the sail was almost up, Birgit yelled that someone was swimming out. Turning, we all saw a body in the water swimming towards the boat from the beach. As the swimmer neared the boat, we could see it was the younger lady. We moved the ladder to the starboard side, and a few minutes later she climbed on deck.

The lady had a fantastic nude body, accentuated by the seawater dripping off of her. 

"You aren't going to leave," she asked. Dieter said that was our intention.

"We talked while you were swimming out," the young lady explained. "We were just walking, but, frankly, watching you made all of us very horny. Since we watched you, it seems only fair to ask you to watch us. Also, we've got some wine we will share with you. Please come back." 

Her invitation delivered, the lovely young lady stepped over the rail to dive back into the sea. Just before she did, she turned back to us and said, "This will be different. I've never had sex in front of my parents before."

After looking at each other for a few moments, we decided that we might as well accept the young lady's unique invitation. Looking back to the beach, I could see her parents nude and kissing with her father fondling her mother's breast. Brigit went below and came back quickly with some cheese, a bottle of wine, and two dry bags with straps. Putting the cheese and wine in separate bags and sealing them, she handed them to Sara and me.

"You two are the stronger swimmers. You should have no problem taking those to the beach. We ought to bring something."

It was easy to swim the bags to shore. As Sara and I walked back through the surf, the younger man came to us.

The man said, "This is pretty weird, but we're on vacation and you guys don't know us. I know this seems really kinky, but Kim and her Mom are pretty excited." Sara quickly assured him that there is nothing kinky at all about making love to your partner with other people watching. As Dieter and Birgit came out of the surf, the two couples were focusing less on us and more on each other. I'll spare details but to say that we watched both couples engage in very sincere but unimaginative lovemaking.

After both couples had finished, we opened some bottles of wine. One of the backpacks carried paper cups. The eight of us sat nude on the sand drinking wine and eating cheese. 

After a time, the younger lady (Kim, I assume) asked Sara, "I saw you on top. We've tried that but it isn't that stimulating. How does it work for you?"

I saw that glint in Sara's eye again. Addressing Kim, she said "It is easier to show you than just tell you."

With that, Sara reached out to me and took my dick in her hand. With her gentle stroking and Kim and her boyfriend staring at my dick, I did not take long to get hard. Sara gently pushed on my chest, indicating that she wanted me to lie back on the sand. With me flat, Sara straddled me again and lowered herself down, using her hand to guide my dick into her pussy. Sitting on me, Sara began a gentle up and down motion; all the while giving a running commentary on what she was doing.

After just a short time, Sara stood up, leaving my dick hard, wet with her juices, and fully exposed in the mid-day sun. Sara took Kim by the arm and began to guide Kim towards me. Kim looked questioningly at her boyfriend who just shrugged. Sara positioned Kim over her and put a hand on her shoulder, pressing her down. As Kim sank towards me, Sara took my dick in her other hand and guided it into Kim.

Sara told Kim, "Slide all the way down on him. Pause a moment, and then use your legs to go up and down just a bit. He'll pick up your rhythm and start thrusting."

Despite her obvious disbelief that she was actually riding a complete stranger, Kim quickly began getting into the motion. She was a beautiful girl, and felt wonderful. Nonetheless, I could see that Sara had gone over to her boyfriend and was fondling his dick. Soon, Sara had the boyfriend on his back and was riding him whilst giving him instructions on what to do.

I turned my full attention back to Kim, who had a dreamy look on her face. "How is this feeling," I asked.

"Great," Kim responded in a far-away voice.

"You need to stay with me in the moment to get the most out of it," I said. I began thrusting harder, and pulled Kim down to me to change the angle of my dick inside her. We stayed in that position for some time, giving me the opportunity to smell the young lady and taste her sweat. Nice. Finally, I felt Kim spasm and she let out a series of yelps that grew louder and then a final moan. I was glad that she had come because I was close to doing so myself. 

I put my hands under Kim's butt cheeks, pressed, and said "lift up." She did, just in time, so that I came on myself rather than in her. Looking over, I saw that Sara had gotten off of the boyfriend and was finishing him with a hand job. Looking further, I saw Dieter and Birgit smiling, and Kim's mother was giving her dad a BJ.

Finishing the boyfriend, Sara stood up. Very businesslike, Sara told Kim and the boyfriend "I want you two to rest for a time, but you do that with each other before you leave this beach."

Kim's father having gotten his blowjob, I walked over and began to apologize for the whole thing. He waved me quiet with his hand.

"If I had seen this at home, I probably would have punched you and called the police. But, here it seems perfectly natural. I didn't realize that our daughter is such a beautiful and sexy lady. Thank you and your partner." Kim's mother nodded agreement.

A look among the four of us communicated that we should leave before this got any more out of hand. We gave the others the remaining contents of our dry bags and then stuffed them with the trash we'd put on the beach. As we began wading into the surf, Kim stopped Sara and handed her a small piece of paper. Sara put it in a dry bag.

Back on deck, Sara had an almost out of control laughing fit. Finished, she smiled her killer smile at me. "I hadn't planned on sharing you, but it seemed right at the moment. Was she good?"

Wisely, but also completely truthfully, I responded "There is no comparison to you, my love. I wasn't thrilled about you doing him, but, from what I could see, it looked pretty hot." Sara stepped to me and we hugged very tightly. Then we kissed." 

After a few minutes, Birgit spoke up, "Dieter and I are totally committed to each other, but that is more than just sex. We don't do it often, but there are times that just sex with someone else is the right thing to do."

Sara and I released each other. I helped Dieter raise the sail again. We left Guadeloupe headed to Antigua.



A Traditional Swim Ch. 06



We actually entered English Harbor just after sunrise the morning following our frolic on Guadeloupe. Dieter had radioed ahead, and we were met at the mouth of the harbor by a young lady in an outboard. Since she seemed to be someone official with the harbor, Sara and I were concerned that our nudity would cause a problem. 

Birgit assured us that "We've come here many times. Naked is not a problem."

Indeed, it apparently was not a problem. The lady directed us to an anchorage not far from the harbor mouth. The boats were anchored very close, allowing only about six feet of clearance between us and the boats already anchored to the port and starboard of our assigned slot. There was absolutely no room for our boat to swing at anchor, which necessitated setting anchors fore and aft. Forward was not a huge problem as Dieter had that anchor line attached to a power winch. There was no winch aft, and Dieter's other anchor was stowed. It fell to me to break the anchor out, check the line, tie it off, and drop the anchor as nearly exactly aft as possible. Dieter then engaged the small propeller on the "iron wind" to push us forward enough that we were reasonably confident that the aft anchor was set. We would have to pay close attention to be sure that we didn't drag.

Two youngish couples were on deck on the boat to our starboard watching us set anchors in the nude. We were so close that one of the guys aboard the other boat was able to use a normal speaking voice to ask us if we stayed nude all the time or just stripped to set anchors.

Thinking that we were being mocked, Dieter adopted his more German accent, which sounds stern to an English-speaker: "We stay nude at all times on board and ashore." 

Undeterred by Dieter's accent, the fellow on the other boat asked, "You don't get in any trouble being nude here in English Harbor?"

Apparently intending to soften the impression Dieter created, Birgit responded, "No, not at all. We came for Sail Week last year and stayed nude the whole time; and we have anchored in this harbor many other times and stayed nude. No one has said anything about us."

Our interrogator on the other boat looked at his three friends with a grin. The two men instantly dropped their shorts on their deck. It took the brunette lady a moment longer to remove her bikini top and bottom. Interestingly, the blonde lady took off her bikini bottom but left her top on. Since she was shaved, we couldn't tell whether she was an authentic blonde. After they stripped, our interrogator went below and came back on deck with a bag which he was tying off. He called over for us to throw him a line, which he tied off to the bag, and then dropped the bag in the water. We pulled the bag on board and found that it contained six cold bottles of Ayinger Pils. The three nudes and one bottomless on the other boat waved and said "thanks" in unison. Even Dieter was impressed.

We spent part of the day resting and part doing routine work on the boat. After an early dinner, Dieter lowered his dinghy (actually an inflatable Zodiac with a powerful outboard) and said "let's go."

Sara asked, "Where are we going?"

Dieter responded, "There is one bar in this harbor that I like. I want a drink and I want to show it to you." Sara looked down at her stunning, but totally nude, body. Dieter dismissed her obvious concern, "You are lovely lady. No one cares that you are naked."

Birgit was taking this all in stride, leading me to think that they had done this before. Rather than get into a debate with Dieter, Sara and I meekly climbed down into the Zodiac. Dieter took us through a channel in the harbor where no boats were anchored and tied up to the seawall. Dieter led us, barefoot, across an asphalt road into an old building. In the 18th Century (and perhaps longer) English Harbor had been the primary base of the Royal Navy in the Western Hemisphere. The buildings which had supported the fleet and housed its men ashore had been preserved or restored and now housed bars, restaurants, an inn, and a museum. We were entering a pub named The Blind Eye. Presumably, a reference to the fact that Horatio Nelson once commanded the fleet based in English Harbor. The pub was busy, but nowhere near as crowded as I'd expected. 

Upon entering, Dieter turned to us and asked, "Is beer acceptable?" We nodded yes. Dieter got the barman's attention and held up four fingers. Dieter then pointed at a vacant high table in a corner. The barman nodded his head.

We followed Dieter to the vacant table. Dieter could see me looking around. "This bar is much more expensive than the others in the harbor," he said. "For that reason, it draws fewer and better behaved customers."

A few moments later, an extremely beautiful young lady arrived at our table with four pints on a tray. Setting the beers on our table, she said in a pronounced English accent, "I don't know why you've got all of your kit off, but Paul the barman says you're ok, so here you are."

We sipped some of the best beer I had drunk in some time. I asked Dieter what is was, but he shrugged. "I do not know. The house draft, I believe."

About fifteen minutes later, our beers were all low. The beautiful server returned and I ordered another round. Looking at Dieter, I said "my shout."

When the server returned with our beers, she said, "I know that it is none of my business, but why are you four standing in a pub completely starkers?"

This question led Sara to tell the story of our trip. The server exclaimed, "You sailed from Martinique to Antigua with absolutely no clothes?" Sara smiled and nodded affirmatively. The server tried to act shocked. However, I think I saw a gleam of interest in her eyes.

When the server again came back to clear empties and take our order for a third round, we questioned her. Her name was Zoe. She was originally from Yorkshire, but had gone to university in London. She and her boyfriend, Derek, had received their degrees (with honors I think, but I never really understood how the British say that) the previous spring. Rather than start into the rat race immediately, they had decided to take a year or two to bum around the globe. They had been on Antigua for about a month. Zoe's degree was in something called "Modern Artistic Technique." She was waiting tables at The Blind Eye. Derek was an engineer or some sort, and had spent the last couple of weeks helping with repairs and modifications to the serious racing boats. 

When Zoe came back to see if we wanted a fourth round, we declined. However, Dieter, in his "command" voice, told her "you and your Derek shall visit our vessel tomorrow" and gave her our anchorage location.

Zoe smiled at us and said, "Your boat sounds nice. We might just do that." I almost said "yeah, right."

There is a reason I don't gamble: my predictions are often wrong. Sara and I were doing calisthenics on deck (we were leery of swimming in the harbor) a bit after nine the next morning when we heard an outboard approaching. Going to the rail, I recognized the beautiful Zoe seated in the center of the boat with a solid looking run man steering the outboard. I called out to Dieter, "we have company."

Derek brought the small boat very smartly alongside Dieter's boat. I caught the line Zoe tossed and Derek put out two fenders before I pulled them closer alongside. Derek called up to Dieter "permission to come aboard, sir?"

Dieter, again using his "command" voice, responded "permission granted as soon as you have all of that clothing off." Zoe and Derek didn't hesitate, pulling off their t-shirts and dropping their shorts. Both had gone commando.

I put the ladder over the side and first Zoe then Derek climbed up. They had left their clothes in their dinghy. I liked this couple already.

Probably noting the pronounced tan lines Zoe and Derek sported, Sara came up with two tubes of sunscreen, handing one each to Zoe and Derek. Zoe turned to me with the tube and asked "Would you do my back? Sara, would you help Derek?"

I did not need to be asked twice. I carefully spread the sunscreen evenly over the back of Zoe's neck, her shoulders, and down to the small of her back. As I straightened up to hand her the tube, Zoe said, "Please go on, would you?" 

I glanced at Sara, who smiled and gave me a nod. Ok. I proceeded to spread sunscreen over one of the most beautiful female posteriors I have seen, then down the backs of her thighs and on to her heels. Looking over, I saw that Sara was giving Derek similar treatment. Finished with her back, I handed Zoe the tube of sunscreen, saying "You can do your front."

Zoe gave me a smile that rivaled Sara's. "This time" she said. "Thank you."

Sara and I put new coats of sunscreen on each other. As we finished, Zoe asked "so, do you do anything on this boat besides sitting around starkers?"

The truth was that we had not expected Zoe and Derek to act on Dieter's invitation the night before and had not planned anything. However, I had an idea. First, I asked Zoe and Derek "do either of you need to be somewhere later?"

Zoe answered "I have a shift at The Blind Eye at 6:00 p.m."

Looking at Dieter, I said "why don't we take them out?"

Dieter acknowledged "good idea. You will have to transfer our aft anchor to their dinghy; I don't want to tow that." That was simple enough and only took a few minutes. Dieter radioed the harbormaster to say that we were leaving temporarily but would be back later in the day and that we were leaving a dinghy at our anchorage.

Dieter motored out of the harbor and then we raised sail. There was a brisk wind. It was a good day for racing, and the last races of Sail Week were in progress to the northeast. Dieter set a close-haul course. At Sara's suggestion, Zoe and Derek stood in the bow so that they could enjoy the wind and spray and their naked bodies.

Sara and I stood more nearly amid-ship with our arms around each other's waists, watching as the wave sprayed over our new friends. Sara leaned to me, "they're a nice couple, aren't they?"

I had to agree.

"And they're both so good-looking, "Sara added.

Later, Dieter saw a cruise ship moving at a right angle to our course. "Let's say hello," Dieter called to me. I nodded.

With some deft tacking, Dieter put us on a course parallel to the cruise ship about 100 yards off its port side. Sara, Birgit, Zoe, Derek, and I lined up along our starboard rail and began waiving. We saw passengers on some of the decks; however, at first, no one paid us much attention. As we drew closer, we could see cruise ship passengers begin to point and gather along their rails. Dieter brought us close enough that the cruise ship passengers could clearly see that we were all nude. As we waved, a few passengers waved back and I saw a few applauding. As we cleared the cruise ship's stern, I glanced at Zoe. She was smiling broadly.

After "flashing" the cruise ship, Dieter changed course and, an hour or so later, we were a bit off of the finish of one of the races. I was somewhat surprised by the positive comments from the other spectator boats who noticed that we were all nude.

Later, Dieter anchored off of an unoccupied beach. We all swam and sunned on the beach. Sara and I agreed that, for seeming first-timers, Zoe and Derek seemed very comfortable in the nude with virtual strangers.

We were back at anchor inside English Harbor in plenty of time for Zoe to get to work. Before Zoe and Derek left us, Dieter told them "Tomorrow morning there will be a parade of ships around the harbor. Anyone can join in and we will be sailing in it (this was news to Sara and me). You should please join us."

Zoe grinned. "You're going starkers in the parade?" 

Dieter nodded affirmatively.

Squeezing Derek's hand, Zoe said "perhaps we will."

After Zoe and Derek left, we had a leisurely dinner on deck. Dieter, Birgit, Sara, and I agreed that Zoe and Derek were a very nice couple. Birgit then said what we were all thinking: "They are so very attractive naked."

Dieter went ashore early the next morning to get more fuel. Because the parade was inside the harbor, we would have to use the motor throughout, which would be much longer than Dieter normally ran it. I was less surprised this morning to see Zoe and Derek approaching in a dinghy. As they drew closer, I was heartened to see that they had already stripped off.

For the second morning, we went through the process of shifting our aft anchor to the dinghy. While we were working, the brunette on the neighboring boat asked if we were sailing in the parade. We answered that we were.

"You're going naked?" she inquired further.

"Of course," Dieter answered. "Always naked on this boat."

"Can we come with you?" the brunette asked.

"Please do," Dieter answered.

At that, the brunette went below to get her friends. Soon all four had dived over the side and were climbing up our ladder. The brunette and the two guys were nude. The blonde still wore a bikini top but no bottom.

I took some considerable time for all of the boats to form up, and we were towards the end of the line. The parade went clockwise around the closed end of the harbor at a very stately pace. Dieter steered from the cockpit as the rest of us milled about on deck. Soon, we could see the beginning of the seawall and a substantial crowd atop it.

"Everybody go to the rail and wave to the nice people on shore," Dieter directed. So, Sara, I, and seven other nude people stood along the rail and started waving to the crowd on shore. I must say that we received a more enthusiastic reaction than the boats fore and aft of us. To my slight surprise, we heard no rude or suggestive comments.

I was standing between Sara and Birgit. As we motored very slowly along the seawall, Sara reached over and started soft stroking the underside of my dick. Sara's ministrations and being on full display to the crowd had an effect, and I began to stiffen. Birgit saw what Sara was doing to me and pointed it out to Zoe. Zoe giggled and started doing the same to Derek.

By the time we turned to motor along the closed end of the harbor, Derek and I were both at full staff. I could tell that people ashore were noticing. The people from the other boat were lined up aft of Sara and me. The brunette from the other boat also noticed Derek's and my erections.

The brunette teased her friends, "Those two guys are hard and you two are just hanging there."

The guy whom I took to be the brunette's partner countered, "Their ladies give them a reason to get hard. If you want us up, get working on it."

The brunette and her blonde friend did, indeed, get working on it. As we turned for the final leg of the parade, our boat was proudly displaying four male erections.

The parade broke up past the end of the seawall. Many of the racers and larger boats ahead of us were already out to sea, headed for their next ports. We headed back to our anchorage.

I looked at Sara. She had the same excited look she had when we were marching nude on the pool deck in France. We hugged tightly, and she kissed me. I glanced at Zoe, who had a look very much like Sara's. She and Derek were holding hands. Derek was also smiling.

After we went through re-setting our anchors and tying Derek's dinghy off to our boat, we opened some wine and sat on cushions on deck.

"What did you think of the parade?" Sara asked Zoe.

"If you had told be yesterday morning that I'd be going starkers in front of hundreds of people, I'd have said you were quite daft. But, I enjoyed you lot seeing me yesterday and today was a real thrill."

"It does get you going, doesn't it," Sara said, gesturing to her own pubis.

"It got me quite wet is what you meant," Zoe laughed. She spread her legs to show that she was, indeed, quite moist. "Seeing Derek and Harry in front of those people with wood was also a turn on," Zoe added. 

I looked at Derek. Diplomatically, he said "Whatever makes Zoe happy."

"I guess we're just bloody exhibitionists," Zoe said, "but I like it."

"Enjoying being seen naked is perfectly natural," Dieter intoned.

We drank some wine, ate some cheese, and chatted. After a time, I asked Zoe and Derek what their plans were.

"With the racers leaving, I'm out of work," Derek said.

"I have a shift at The Blind Eye tonight, but, with everyone leaving the island, Paul isn't going to need me longer. Business will be down and he'll want to keep his lady Jane on ahead of me."

At the mention of Jane's name, Dieter and Birgit both chuckled.

"You know Jane?" Zoe asked.

Birgit answered, "Yes, Jane and Paul spent some time on board the first time we visited Antigua."

"Starkers?" Zoe asked.

Birgit nodded. Zoe giggled. Now I understood our reception at The Blind Eye the night before last.

"You know, I thought of something you might be interested in," Sara said to Zoe and Derek. She went on to explain about the bar and our house on Martinique. "If you have nothing else to do, why don't you come to Martinique and stay with us for a time?" Sara concluded.

Dieter added, "we are taking Sara and Harry back there tomorrow. There is plenty of space for the two of you."

Zoe and Derek looked at each other. Zoe squeezed Derek's hand. After a moment, Zoe looked at us and said, "we'd love to."



A Traditional Swim Ch. 07



This story is part of a series. Chapters 1 through 6 will provide context. Hopefully, however, this story may also be enjoyed as a stand-alone work. As a brief background, the protagonists, Sara and Harry, sailed with new friends Dieter and Birgit to Antigua. Neither Sara nor Harry took any clothes for this trip. On Antigua, they met recent graduates Zoe and Derek and introduced them to nudism and exhibition. Zoe and Derek are going back to Martinique with Sara and Harry.

In contrast to our leisurely sail to Antigua, Dieter was in a hurry going back. He was dropping the four of us at our cove on Martinique and he and Birgit were then going on to Bonaire. To accommodate our hosts' schedule, we agreed to sail through the night. It turned out that Derek was an experienced sailor, and I was learning fast. He and I agreed to stand an overnight watch so that Dieter and Birgit could get some sleep. Sara and Zoe stayed up with us.

In truth, there was not that much to do. The auto-pilot was on and we should not need to change course until after sunrise. It was a clear, peaceful night. Apart from our conversation, the only sound was the hull cutting through the water.

We chatted with Zoe and Derek about many things. Eventually, Zoe began to ask about our clothes-free experiences. Since Sara has taken to going nude with an almost religious zeal, it doesn't take much to start her proudly recounting our naked adventures. I was grateful that Sara left out our early live sex show, even though that led to our present early retirement. Sara did recount how I was completely nude when she and I first met. She also told them about the nude swimming competition in France. It seemed that Zoe was impressed with our exploits and even Derek, whose reactions to everything seemed muted, expressed appreciation. 

I felt some trepidation when Sara began telling the story of our trip to Antigua. As I feared, Sara could not leave out our encounter with the young lovers, and her parents, on an uninhabited beach on Guadeloupe. 

Zoe started laughing. "You decided to teach them the cowgirl position by using it on him and having his girlfriend use it on Harry with her parents watching? And you'd just met these people?"

I think Sara actually blushed. ""Well . . . yes. I grant you that it wasn't my best impulse ever, but it seemed so right at that moment."

Zoe focused on me. "What was your thought about all this?"

I responded, "the young lady was obviously inexperienced. I was just trying to help." That got me a small chuckle.

Zoe's next question was, "so, you two take other sex partners?"

Sara answered, "just that once. We don't have an 'open' relationship."

Zoe kept at it. "Would you take other partners?'

Sara thought for a moment. "I can't say never, but we would both have to agree and the other person or persons would have to be someone with whom we had formed a strong bond."

Zoe caught her on that one. "Just like the couple on the beach?"

Sara laughed. "No, I don't think we'll do that again ever. Just say we were drunk on sun and sea and sand."

The conversation wandered on to other topics. Finally, Derek injected a practical note.

"Is there anything we can do to earn money on Martinique?" he asked. "Zoe and I made some on Antigua, but that will not last a long time."

Sara left that for me to answer. "Possibly, we'll look into it. But, I think we can help you keep your expenses down. You can stay with us, we have a spare bedroom. You can eat, and drink for that matter, for free at the bar as our guests. That was what Sara and I got in return for giving up our interest in the bar and the other house." 

Derek objected, "we don't wish to sponge off of you."

"You won't be," I replied. You staying at the house costs us nothing, and providing food and drink to us all is, in substance, the price of our buyout from the bar. I'm sure that you'll want to move on at some point, but it is really no imposition on us."

Derek still seemed dubious, although Zoe seemed satisfied. He did drop the topic.

Dieter and Birgit were up with the sun. Dieter handled the changes of tack which brought his boat into the small cove in front of our new house before 10:00 a.m. We traded contact information with Dieter and Birgit, and hugged each of them. We used Dieter's zodiac to get Zoe's and Derek's bags ashore. Of course, Sara and I had brought virtually nothing to Antigua.

We opened the house, dropped our guests' bags in the spare bedroom, and opened every window for air. Sara gave Zoe and Derek the nickel tour.

"There is no need to wear anything anywhere in the house or on our property. The bar is about a ten minute walk along that path" as she gestured. "It is perfectly ok to go to the bar nude as well. In fact, you'll probably stand out if you're dressed. There is a small tub and shower in the house, but the good shower is outside in back. That's what we use. There is a small cabinet there where we keep towels, soap, and shampoo. Swimming in the cove is very safe. Harry and I usually do every morning. Tomorrow, we can throw on pareos and I'll show you a bit of the island and the best markets."

Having been up all night, all four of us were very fatigued. By unstated mutual agreement, the two couples went to their respective bedrooms. I lay down on the bed and Sara lay on top of me. Quickly, we were both out. (Historically, I move around a lot in my sleep. However, Sara likes to sleep on top of me. She must have a calming effect because we've never had a problem.) 

We slept until early evening. I assume that Zoe and Derek took a nap as well, but they were up when Sara and I awoke. Sara and I took a quick shower together outside. We both loved the outdoor shower, which consisted of a pipe going up a column to a very large shower head, a large concrete slab with a drain in the center, and a weatherproof cabinet a few feet away. With no walls, the shower allowed us to enjoy any breeze, and we had a view of part of the cove. A small boat went buy while we were showering. Whoever was in the boat waved, and we waved back. Sara and I toweled each other off. Then we collected Zoe and Derek and the four of us walked nude to the bar.

We introduced Zoe and Derek to Sally, Chelsea, and Tom. A couple of boats were anchored in this cove. The people from the boats were lounging in the bar along with a few ex-pats who lived nearby. (For whatever reason, the locals rarely patronized the bar). Everyone, customers and staff, was nude.

The four of us had delicious fresh fish which Tom had prepared. After a few drinks and some sharing of stories, we were ready to go home. Sara and I walked hand-in-hand back to our house, with Zoe and Derek following. Upon entering, we said our goodnights and went to our separate rooms.

Rather than go straight to sleep, Sara and I decided to read. After about a half hour, we began to hear moans from the other room. The guest bedroom was next to ours. We had forgotten to tell Zoe and Derek that the walls were really thin.

The moans moved up an octave or two, and then became a series of short yips. After nearly forty-five minutes, we heard a pretty loud scream. Sara looked at me.

"I think Zoe just had a nice O," Sara said. I nodded as that was my guess too.

Sara slide next to me on the bed. She smiled. "I think we need to respond."

That was good enough for me. I flipped around so my dick was at Sara's head. I gently pushed her thighs apart and began licking her clit as she took me in her mouth. I got some nice moans eating Sara. But, the situation called for full on intercourse, so we shifted to missionary position. I didn't time us, but I rode Sara for a good long while. In the process, she made this marvelous trilling sound that I'd only heard a few times before during sex. That had always been an indicator of a massive orgasm building. I guess that the possibility that Zoe and Derek were listening to us was turning Sara on.

Just as I exploded, Sara let go with a series of yelps followed by a long, low, loud moan. She dug her fingernails into my back and clamped my pelvis with her thighs. When she subsided, a kissed her and rolled off. We looked at each other (Sara's face always looks spectacular just after sex), and Sara giggled.

We were up early the next morning. Sara went to the kitchen while I went outside to shower. After a few minutes, I heard the back door. I turned, thinking Sara had come out to join me. Instead, it was Zoe. She hesitated.

"I'm sorry, I thought Derek was out here showering," she said.

"Just me, I'm afraid," I responded. "You're welcome to join me. There's plenty of space. Soap and shampoos are in the cabinet."

A smile crossed Zoe's face. "Thank you, I will." Zoe picked a bar of soap out of the cabinet and walked under the shower a couple of feet seaward of me. 

After a moment or two, Zoe said something which I didn't quite hear. I asked her to repeat herself.

"Please wash my back," she said; handing me her bar of soap.

I hesitated as she turned around. I rationalized that it was no different than putting sunscreen on her when she and Derek first came to Dieter's boat. I washed her shoulders, the backs of her arms, and he upper back. Again, I stopped at her waist.

"Please do the rest," Zoe said.

As I started washing her hips, she spread her legs slightly farther apart. After a moment, I thought that I was done with her butt. However, she reached back and spread her butt cheeks. Suffice to say that every inch of Zoe was very beautiful. I gently washed and rinsed between her cheeks. I worked down the backs of her thighs and calves. Finished, I stood back up.

Zoe turned to face me. "This time, please do the front."

I really hesitated. This was going beyond whatever boundary had previously been set. Then, I heard Sara's voice not far behind me.

"Its really ok, Harry. So long as we can join."

Turning, I saw Sara and Derek standing on the edge of the shower pad.

Smiling, Sara said, "you two looked like you might have some fun, so we thought we'd join in." With that, Sara and Derek stepped under the shower. Zoe and I proceeded to wash each other while Sara and Derek washed each other, very thoroughly. Zoe finished with me and I turned to see Sara bent over work on Derek's feet, with her butt to me. I goosed her. Sara yelped, turned, and started laughing. Sara's laughter started us all laughing, although I think it was more of a nervous release.

Rather than toweling off, we air-dryed by walking hand-in-hand-in-hand-in-hand along the beach. Ours was the only house on the cove, and no boats were out that morning. Partway down the beach, Sara and Derek stopped. Zoe and I kept walking about ten more yards. We looked back and saw Sara and Derek in an embrace. Zoe reached down and cupped my balls as I pulled her to me and kissed her. Our kiss became long and passionate as she started stroking me and I fingered her. After several minutes, Zoe went down to the sand, gently pulling me with her. On her back, Zoe spread her legs and guided me into her. Looking back up the beach, I saw Derek on his back with Sara riding him.

Like Sara, Zoe was an energetic and enthusiastic lover. Being new to each other, it took us some time to figure out what and where maximized each other's pleasure. I assume that Sara and Derek were making similar discoveries as both lovemaking sessions went on for some time. Sara and Derek finished first and ran laughing into the sea. Several minutes later, Zoe and I joined them.

In the water, we each went back to our original partners. Sara hugged me very tightly and we kissed for a long time. I think Zoe and Derek were doing the same. After re-affirming our primary affections, we all went into shallower water. Zoe got on Derek's shoulders while Sara got on mine. We had a childish naked chicken fight. Derek and I worked hard and successfully to avoid contact with each other. From what I could see, the girls were not so careful and each girl frequently grabbed the other's breasts. Finally, Sara pushed Zoe, and with her Derek, over. In the process, Sara lost our balance and we fell on top of them. For a moment, we were all four entwined in the water.

As we walked back onto the beach, Zoe said "I guess we need another shower." So we all took another shower. This time we each washed our primary partner.

The rest of the day was very pleasant, but unique. It seemed like, and was I guess, the first day of passion in a love affair. Except, this affair had four people instead of two. That night, Zoe and Derek joined Sara and me in bed. That would be our customary sleeping arrangement for many years to come.



A Traditional Swim Ch. 08



This story is part of a series. Chapters 1 through 7 will provide context. Hopefully, however, this story may also be enjoyed as a stand-alone work. As a brief background, the protagonists, Sara and Harry, sailed with new friends Dieter and Birgit to Antigua. Neither Sara nor Harry took any clothes for this trip. On Antigua, they met recent graduates Zoe and Derek and introduced them to nudism and exhibition. Zoe and Derek came back to Martinique with Sara and Harry. They are now a foursome.

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Ever since Dieter and Birgit had dropped us back in Martinique, Dieter had been sending Sara and me e-mail suggesting that we should also buy a sailboat. This idea had some appeal to the two of us, and appealed to Derek who had substantial sailing experience. Zoe was taking a bit of convincing. The three of us regularly tried to paint word pictures for her of the four of us nude together with the sea spray in our faces or anchoring off of an uninhabited beach and frolicking nude in the surf. Confident that we'd bring her around, Sara, Derek, and I were focusing on what kind of boat to get and what to do with it.

We talked for a time about going commercial and offering nude charters. However, a fair number of folks were already doing that in the Caribbean. While not entirely on board yet, Zoe suggested that we differentiate ourselves by making nudity mandatory for our guests. Her idea was that our guests would show up at the dockside nude and would have no access to clothing for their entire sail. We liked that idea, for ourselves as well as guests. The idea foundered on practicalities. In order to carry enough people comfortably so that the price per trip was not exorbitant, we would need a large boat with a deeper draft. The problem with that was that much of the Caribbean is shallow, so we'd be excluding ourselves from the very uninhabited beaches we were touting to Zoe. At the end of the day, we decided that the boat was for our pleasure only. It need accommodate only six, or eight if all were close friends. Nudity would be required. Part of our thinking was to get a boat small enough that eight naked people would necessarily become close friends. This approach finally won Zoe's wholehearted commitment.

While we were in the formative stage of becoming boat owners, Sara got a call from her sister Christina. Chris was a few years younger than Sara. She had done a two year MBA (rather than Sara's three years school) and was now working on Wall Street making megabucks. Chris had finally decided to take some vacation after several years at her investment bank without taking any. She wanted to know if she could visit Sara in the Caribbean for about ten days.

Chris's call gave Sara something of a dilemma. Sara had told Chris about me, but had not fully explained our clothes-free, and occasionally exhibitionistic, lifestyle. Nor had Sara told Chris about Zoe and Derek. After talking over with the three of us, Sara decided that she could not gracefully refuse to invite her sister to visit. Sara also decided that trying to cover up how we lived would ultimately fail and she'd look worse for having tried to conceal it. Chris was coming and we'd go on as we were.

Sara and I met Chris at Lamentin. Chris was taller than Sara. Sara had told me that Chris had also been a college athlete, playing volleyball. However, to me, Chris appeared less athletic and less symmetrical than her older sister. To me, it was an easy call who was the truly beautiful sister.

In contrast to Chris's polo shirt and mid-thigh shorts, we had come to the airport wearing only pareos. Our vehicle on the island was an open four wheel drive. As usual, I let Sara drive and her penchant for speed created quite a bit of breeze in the vehicle, exposing us both as we drove Chris back to our house. Chris had to have noticed, but said nothing. 

Arriving at our house, Chris was greeted by Zoe and Derek, both of whom were displaying their deep allover tans. Sara and I took Chris's bags into the guest room, and then returned displaying our own allover tans. Based on some of her comments, I think Chris interpreted our nudity as something instigated by Sara to shock her. I'm not sure how Chris thought we had acquired the deeply tanned asses and pubes if we were not regularly nude. 

After the introductions, Sara gave her sister our standard newcomer's introduction to the house. When Sara got to the part recommending our outdoor shower, Chris stopped her.

"No. You do have somewhere I can bathe in privacy or do I need to get a hotel room?" Chris asked sternly.

"Yes, there is a shower inside in the guest bath, but I can't remember when it was last used," Sara responded.

"Please check and make sure it is working," Chris demanded.

Somewhat put off by my lover's sister, I trundled off to check the indoor shower. I returned to report that the shower indeed worked. Somewhat snidely, I added that the bathroom door locked too. Chris seemed genuinely pleased to hear that.

Chris then claimed to be tired by her flight from New York and excused herself to take a nap. With Chris gone to her room, Zoe and Derek commented on the negative initial impression she had made. Sara mounted a half-hearted defense of her sister, saying that Chris had always been more "strait-laced" than she was and that Chris had some trouble seeing value in anything that didn't make money.

When Chris re-appeared early that evening, we decided to take her to the bar to meet Sally, Chelsea, and Tom and to get dinner. We took the path for the ten minute walk, four of us nude and Chris in her polo shirt, shorts, and sneakers. It was a Friday, so the bar was pretty busy. I think Chris was truly shocked when she realized that everyone in the bar, including the staff, was completely nude. The seeds of doubt were sown that it was just the four of us getting naked to jerk her chain. We stayed in the bar until fairly late in the evening. Chris seemed continually taken aback as more of the ex-pats in the neighborhood walked in nude and more customers swam in nude from boats anchored in the cove. Through the whole night, Chris was the only one dressed.

While Chris was apparently averse to nudity, she didn't mind a few drinks. Quite a few in fact. As we walked back to our house in the dark, Chris had loosened up enough to suggest, more than once, that everyone on this part of the island went naked because none of us made enough money to afford clothes. This might have drawn a laugh in a bar in Manhattan, but she was not endearing herself to us.

Sara put Chris to bed, so I assume that she did not notice that Zoe, Sara, Derek, and I shared the same bedroom. Given the thinness of our walls, I think that she must have heard what we did in that bedroom. 

The four of us were showering together outside the next morning when we noticed Chris peaking at us out a window. We carried on as we usually did, which involved a lot of everyone touching everyone else. Once we dried off, we went inside and started coffee. Chris was sitting in the front room in a t-shirt and another pair of shorts. She gladly accepted a cup of coffee from me, overlooking the fact that my dick was at her eye level as she sat. Sara then told Chris that we were going down to the beach, and invited her to come when she was ready.

Chris came down to the beach a few minutes after we did. She had put on a bikini, and I made a small upward revision is my assessment of her physical attractiveness. However, the bikini was not at all revealing. Of course, the four of us were nude. Out of deference to Chris's apparent sensibilities, we refrained from our frequent morning past-time of making love in the surf. I think all four of us were a bit frustrated by her presence.

The first 24 hours set the tone for Chris's visit. She remained conservatively clothed for her entire stay on the island. We remained mostly nude. To give the rest of us relief, Sara got dressed one day and took her sister shopping. Sara told me later that the shopping trip included Chris questioning her about "what the fuck" she was doing living naked with the rest of us.

Chris also caught me alone sitting at a table we had put near the beach. This afforded the opportunity for some prying questions about my relationship with her sister. (Fortunately, I don't think Chris's imagination allowed her to conceive that her sister also had an intimate relationship with Zoe and Derek.) I assured Chris that my intentions towards Sara were honorable, notwithstanding our rejection of clothes.

"Do you love her?" Chris asked.

I had thought a lot about that one and was able to give a sincere and convincing "yes."

"Do you intend to spend your life with her?" Chris persisted.

Again, I was prepared and sincerely answered "yes." I saw no point in adding that there was a reasonable chance that much or all of that life would also include Zoe and Derek.

"Why don't you marry her?"

I responded, "Sara and I simply have not talked about that yet. It is as much or more up to her as me. I don't know if she wants to formalize our relationship."

Chris was not satisfied, but finally dropped the subject. Soon she walked away, leaving me musing on how two sisters not that far apart in age could be so different.

Finally, Sara and I took Chris back to the airport. Again Sara's driving had blown back our pareos so we were both almost completely exposed from the waist down. Neither of us covered up as we entered the airport traffic. This prompted a comment from Chris.

"Do you need to show your bits here in civilization?"

Sara looked back at her with her million watt smile (the one that kills me every time) and said, very sweetly, "Yes, it is great fun, and it gets me wet."

As we stood in the terminal before Chris went through security, Chris started the predictable lecture about telling "Mon and Dad" how Sara was living.

Sara cut her off. "Please tell our parents exactly everything you have seen and heard here. There is not one small aspect of my life that I'm ashamed of. I want Mom and Dad to know how I'm living and that I'm supremely happy."

Sara's words were quietly said, but forceful. There could be no doubt that she was being completely sincere. I think Chris became confused by the fact that she did not have what she had seen as her primary leverage. I wondered briefly "leverage for what" and then realized that Chris was one of those people who sought leverage for its own sake. I seriously doubted that she had been raised that way. I decided that it was a trait she acquired in B-school or on the Street.

The sisters parted with a handshake rather than an embrace. I received only a very correct "it was a pleasure to meet you."

Leaving the airport for home, Sara and I took our pareos off completely once we left the most built-up part of our route and drove most of the way naked. Arriving home, Sara parked and took me by the hand down to the beach. We embraced very tightly. After a few moments, I laid her gently on the sand. Sara spread her legs enough for me to enter her and the wrapped her legs tightly around me. We had intercourse very slowly and lovingly. We came together. It was a unique experience. Our shared orgasm did not seem like two different people pleasuring each other but like a single being experiencing total bliss. For several minutes after we came, I remained in her as we shared a long kiss. When we again became aware of our surroundings, we saw Derek and Zoe standing a few feet away, holding hands and smiling warmly. 

We decided that we needed to get out of the sun, so Sara and I walked back towards the house hand-in-hand. A few feet from the door, we stopped and simultaneously said "I love you." Then we kissed again.



A Traditional Swim Ch. 09



This story is part of a series. Chapters 1 through 8 will provide context. Hopefully, however, this story may also be enjoyed as a stand-alone work. As a brief background, the protagonists, Sara and Harry, sailed with new friends Dieter and Birgit to Antigua. Neither Sara nor Harry took any clothes for this trip. On Antigua, they met recent graduates Zoe and Derek and introduced them to nudism and exhibition. Zoe and Derek came back to Martinique with Sara and Harry. They are now a foursome.

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Dieter and Birgit took some pleasure in facilitating Sara's and my exhibitionism. Their latest effort involved more travel. Dieter and Birgit had become friends with the manager of a resort in the Dominican Republican. Dieter called Sara to say that his friend's resort was having a nude beauty contest. Such contests used to be held in many resorts, but they had gone out of favor in the Western Hemisphere. The few still held were mostly for strippers. Dieter emphasized to Sara that his friend had been very definite that their contest was not for strippers. They did expect a large crowd for the contest and, oh yeah, there would be a men's contest as well.

Sara was thrilled at the idea of participating in an event when there was an audience present for the specific purpose of seeing her, and others, nude. It quickly became obvious to me that we were going. As soon as I said yes, Sara added that I would have to be in the men's contest. I could see how that might be a bit of fun, so I agreed to that too.

The contest was in three weeks. Dieter and Birgit would pick us up in their boat in ten days and we could take a moderately leisurely sail northwest. Sara tried to interest Zoe and Derek. Zoe put that to rest.

"I'm not quite as far along as you in showing myself off, "Zoe told Sara. "And, right now, the idea of two weeks on a boat doesn't appeal."

So Sara and I would do the nude beauty contest by ourselves. Or so we thought.

Three days before Dieter and Birgit were to pick us up; Sara had a call from her sister Chris. Chris was an investment banker making the big bucks in NYC. She had come to the island about a year earlier and made a bad impression. In our view, Chris was much too self-important, and she was opposed to the clothes free life we'd adopted.

The short version of Chris's call was that she had suffered a "major life event," needed to get away from New York, and was on a plane to our island the next morning. Sara explained that we were leaving in three days, but Chris was not to be put off.

"Is there room for another on your friends' boat? Then why can't I come too," Chris argued. Sara didn't really want to tell Chris about the beauty contest, but she did explain that we never wore clothes and Dieter and Birgit's boat, nor did they.

"Look, Sara, I know I pissed you guys off last year. I was a jerk. I get it. I've realized that some of my thinking and assumptions were just wrong. I really need some time to heal with people who weren't part of my New York life." Chris had hit one of Sara's weak points: her fundamental decency and compassion. Sara reluctantly agreed to Chris's visit.

"Should I call Dieter and waive him off," I asked.

"No. Chris made a big deal about how she has changed. She's going with us, and she'll just have to deal with her sister showing off her goods," Sara declared. Then, with a grin, Sara added, "and her sister's lover showing off too." 

We met Chris at the airport about midday the next day. She was dressed in a much more relaxed way, just jeans and a button-up shirt, her hair loose on her shoulders. I must say that she looked much more attractive than I had remembered. She hugged Sara and thanked us profusely for letting her come. 

When we had parked at home, Sara asked, "so, Sis, what is this huge life event that caused you to drop work and have to come to the islands?"

Chris had been looking around a bit nervously. "Can I have a drink, and we'll talk about it?"

I recalled that Chris tended to drink white wine. I went inside to get her a glass, while she and Sara went over to the outside table. Looking out the window, I saw Sara taking off her pareo so I put mine on the kitchen table. I walked back out, naked, carrying wine for Chris and Sara and a beer for myself.

When I reached the table, Chris smiled. "Since both of you are naked, I suppose that I should get my clothes off too."

Chris stood and quickly unbuttoned her shirt. She took the shirt off and set it on the table. She was braless underneath and, like her sister, had very beautiful firm breasts. She took a deep breath, undid her jeans, slid them down, stepped out, and set them on the table. Standing topless in a pair of rather sheer panties, Chris looked at Sara and me. After a moment, she smiled again and then pushed her panties to her ankles. Looping the panties over first one foot and then the other, Chris set her panties on the table. Sara quickly grabbed her sister's clothes, stood, and headed to the house, saying over her shoulder "I'm putting these out of your reach."

Chris was much more attractive naked than clothed. I told her so.

"Thank you. This will take some getting used to, but it was exciting to have you and Sara watch me undress. I like you better naked, too." With that, Chris smiled again.

Sara came back to the table. "So Sis, what happened?"

Chris took a drink, then a deep breath. "The bottom line is that I don't have a job any more. I was laid off."

Sara, knowing that her sister's self-image had been heavily dependent on her status as one of the "brightest and best," asked with concern "what happened?"

Chris smiled a wry smile. "Like everything, it was basically about money. It started when my group acquired an IPO project for a company that digitalizes and manages medical records. Understand that, while we get fees for our work, the real money comes from the underwriting. Basically, we buy the stock from the issuer and sell it into the public markets, hopefully at a major profit."

Chris caught herself at this point. "I should stop saying 'we.' I'm no longer a part of that."

Chris took another drink. "Things looked great on this deal and all of us in the group were expecting a mega bonus once it went through. But, it didn't go through. The CEO and much of the rest of management were arrested. They had been selling the records they handled to various other businesses without patient consent. No management, no IPO. No underwriting profit. The oddest thing to me was that the rest of my group was indignant about the arrests. Their thinking was that if management could make money selling the patient data, that should be perfectly ok. It struck me as very wrong."

Chris had another sip of wine. "So, our group revenues were going to be way below what had been forecast. Then the Board told the EVP in charge of our group that he needed to cut a couple million in costs. That meant pink slips for me and four other members of that group. I got the axe a month ago, effective last week. The day before I called you, and friend who's still there told me that the Board gave that EVP a million bonus to reward his 'cost management.' In other words, I got canned so that shit could get an extra million."

After another gulp of wine, Chris continued. "I was shattered and then really pissed off. Then I started trying to analyze why I felt so bad. It came to me that I defined myself as an investment banker. I was upset because I wasn't that any more. That's when I realized that I needed to reassess and redefine myself. My life shouldn't be just what I do for a living."

Sara and I looked at each other. It was obvious that Chris had been badly hurt. Whether we agreed that she should feel hurt was irrelevant. She did. The trick would be to help her heal; and, hopefully, help her not fall back into the same pattern. Also, as is often the case when someone expresses strong emotion, I did not know what to say.

Sara, however, was right on it. "Sis, you need major changes. We're starting one right now. You are staying naked all of the time. You've got a great body. Once you realize how people appreciate it nude, maybe you'll realize that you are a lot more than just a Wall Street geek. Of course, we've got to get some color in that skin."

Chris made a sound that might have been a laugh. "Well," she said, "it feels ok sitting naked here with you."

Sara grinned broadly. "You're going to get comfortable nude in all kinds of situations, pretty fast. Your clothes are locked up, and not even Harry knows where I keep the key."

Chris's face took on a distressed look. "What about our trip? You'll give me clothes to take for that, right?"

Sara was still grinning. "You'll have the only thing that Harry and I are taking: a pareo. It is only to be worn if absolutely necessary. From now on, the whole point is for the world to see you in the outfit you were born in; although, Sis, you've filled it out nicely."

That closed that subject. Chris went with us and Zoe and Derek to the bar for dinner and a few drinks. All five of us walked over nude. The bar was reasonably busy, but time, and a few drinks, helped Chris over her trained-in discomfort at being nude around strangers. We didn't stay late because we were meeting Dieter and Birgit early in the morning.

The next morning, Sara, Chris, and I each had one small duffel bag packed. We had coffee with Zoe and Derek at the outdoor table until we saw Dieter sail into the cove and anchor. Dieter came onto the beach with his dinghy and we tossed the bags in.

Then Sara turned to me, "let's swim out." I nodded affirmatively. Sara turned to her sister, "Chris?" Chris nodded. 

I pushed Dieter's dinghy off from the beach, then Sara, Chris, and I swam the roughly 200 yards out to the boat naked. I let the ladies go first up the ladder aboard Dieter and Birgit's boat. Treading water as Chris climbed up the ladder; I had a very fetching view. Sara was treading water next to me. She whispered in my ear, "She's something, isn't she?"

We introduced Chris to Dieter and Birgit. I think Chris was somewhat startled by Dieter's very open visual inspection of her nude body. Fortunately, Dieter and Birgit waited until we were well away from shore before mentioning the beauty contest.

Chris was almost sputtering. "You're entered in a nude beauty contest!"

Sara looked at her sister coolly. "Yes, I am. I think that it will be wonderful, and a very empowering feeling, to be standing alone on a stage with everyone looking at me naked."

Chris, still disbelieving, looked at me. "Harry? You're ok with this!?"

Sara responded, "He's not only ok, he's competing too. They also have a men's contest."

I just shrugged "It sounds like a bit of fun. As you know, I don't have any problem with folks seeing me nude."

Sara went on the offensive. "Actually, Sis, you should compete too. That's about as far from investment banking as you can get, and it is time that you opened yourself to some new experiences. Besides, with your body, you might win."

Chris didn't say anything in response to that. For a moment, it seemed to me that she was actually thinking about it, but that I knew I was misperceiving.

Dieter liked to anchor each night, and we didn't disagree. Early our second morning out, Sara had Chris and myself out for a long swim, nude of course. Naturally, we had forgotten to set the ladder and Dieter and Birgit were not up yet when we finished our swim. As we got back alongside the boat, Chris tried to reach up to the deck, but fell just a bit short.

Sara instantly gave instructions: "Harry, put your hands on her ass and boost her up." 

So I did. I must admit that having two handfuls of Chris's bare behind was a very pleasant thing. Chris wasn't quite as attractive as her sister, no one was or is, but I had come to appreciate the fact that she was a very beautiful woman. Oddly, I think Chris enjoyed the experience as well. Once she was on deck, she looked down at me, held my gaze for a moment, and then smiled a very slight smile.

Since we really had much more than enough time to get to the DR, Dieter made a small detour to Orient Bay on St. Martin. Dieter, Birgit, Sara, and I all knew many of the folks who ran Club Orient and its concessions. Dieter anchored in the bay. Sara and I swam ashore while Chris, Birgit, and Dieter used the dinghy. Ashore, we had a wonderful naked lunch at Papagayo. After lunch (and a couple of drinks), Sara wanted to walk the beach. To my pleasant surprise, Chris was not hesitant at all so the three of us set out, leaving Dieter and Birgit to a conversation they had struck up with two of their countrymen.

I'm not entirely sure why, but there is something very nice about walking along a beach naked. In this instance, I had the added pleasure of walking with two very beautiful naked ladies. I was not surprised at all when Sara kept walking once we reached the textile part of the beach. I was somewhat surprised that Chris didn't hesitate to go with her. 

We kept walking the beach in front of the many resorts that have built up on Orient Bay. Very soon, we were the only naked people among the crowd on the beach. It is almost a cliché, but it does really happen. About halfway along the textile portion of the beach, we heard a male voice call out "Chris!"

We turned to see a reasonably fit middle-aged man in board shorts and a much younger lady in a pretty conservative bikini walking towards us. The couple stopped a few feet away, and the man inquired again "Chris?"

Looking at Chris, it was apparent that she knew the man. I expected an embarrassed reaction, but Chris smiled broadly, stepped towards the couple, and extended her hand to shake. "Hi Bob," she said.

Bob stepped forward a bit hesitantly and shook Chris's hand. "It is you," he said.

Chris giggled and said, "Yes, it is me."

Bob leered slightly and said, "I didn't quite recognize you in that, um, outfit."

Chris did a small pirouette. "You like it?"

Bob was becoming flustered. "Um, well, yeah, of course."

Chris then made introductions. "Bob, this is my sister Sara and her lover Harry." Turning towards us, Chris said, "Bob is a senior vice president at the investment bank I used to work for." Nodding towards the lady with Bob, Chris said "And you are?"

Bob picked up the cue. "This is Shelly. Don't you remember her, Chris?"

Chris said, "Right, Shelly. You were Ralph's PA, weren't you?

Shelly smiled, "I still am."*

Bob cleared his throat and asked the question he had been dying to ask: "Um, why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

Chris answered immediately, "Because we choose not to."

"Aren't you concerned about people seeing you," Bob asked.

"No, should I be?" Chris answered, and then continued "going nude really is better than wearing a swimsuit. You should try it."

Shelly said, "Yeah, I can see that. I wouldn't mind taking everything off."

That was enough for Bob. Putting his arm around Shelly, he ended the conversation: "Well, Chris, it was nice to see you." 

As we walked further along the beach, Chris started laughing. "Bob was such a leech. Every time I had to work with him, he was always undressing me with his eyes. Well, he didn't have to work very hard this time. I hope he enjoyed it."

Chris stopped and turned to face the two of us. "You know, I enjoyed that. I'm standing there totally naked talking to a guy I used to work with and I feel perfectly comfortable. Proud actually that I don't have anything on. He's the one who's uncomfortable. Sara, I'm beginning to get why you love running around naked."

Sara smiled. Then she took my right hand in her left and we started walking again. After a moment, Chris took my left hand. Here I was stark naked walking hand-in-hand with two beautiful naked women on a Caribbean beach. Life simply does not get any better.

Then it happened again. This time it was a female voice calling "Harry!" I turned to see a stunning brunette in a small bikini running towards us, followed by a very fit younger man.

The brunette ran up to me, hugged me, and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "Harry, it is great to see you!"

"Karen," I exclaimed. "It has been a while. You look beautiful as ever." I quickly made introductions. "Karen, this is my partner Sara and her sister Chris. Sara, Chris, this is my friend from Captiva, Florida, Karen; and, if I'm not mistaken, the gentleman walking up behind her is her husband, Dr. Rick."

Rick walked up and shook my hand. "Harry, great to see you again."

Giving us a very open inspection, Karen said, "You guys are staying at Club Orient?"

"No, " I answered, "we just stopped off." Pointing, I said "That's our boat in the bay. Well, not ours, but friends'. Actually, we probably ought to get to our friends. Do you two want to come back with us and have a drink at Papagayo?"

Karen looked at Dr. Rick, "Dear, want to go to the nudie beach?"

"Sure, why not?" Dr. Rick responded.

The five of us started back down the beach. Sara, Chris, and I nude. Karen in a small bikini and Dr. Rick is board shorts. As we walked, I explained for Sara's and Chris's benefit that Karen was a financial wizard, Wharton School and Kellogg. I had used her as an expert witness in a case several years ago and we had hit it off. Along with being very bright (and almost as beautiful as Sara), Karen is also one of the truly good and kind people. Originally from the New York area, she had settled on Captiva before I met her. Not long after our case, she had met a rising physician in Ft. Myers. Wisely, she had married the doctor, and he had turned into a very talented and successful cardiac surgeon. Like his wife, Dr. Rick is just a genuinely good person. I had visited them on Captiva a couple of times before I met Sara, and Karen and I had sort of stayed in touch by a few e-mails back and forth.

Karen put the coda on my story. "Just so there's no confusion, Harry and I were never lovers; although I sure thought about it before I met Rick."

That was news to me, and I think Karen was just being nice. I had certainly thought about it until she got married and I met Sara. 

As we reached the edge of Club Orient's property, Karen said "hold on a second." Reaching behind her, Karen undid her bikini top and whipped it off. Then she pushed down her bottoms and stepped out of them. Glancing over at Dr. Rick, I saw that he had taken off his shorts.

Karen said, "We were planning to come down here anyway. You just gave us another good reason."

The five of us walked on, naked, to Papagayo where I introduced Dieter and Birgit to Karen and Dr. Rick. The seven of us had a couple of drinks together (Dieter had been drinking the whole time, but has that German gift of never showing that he's been drinking). Sooner than I expected, it was dinner time, so the seven of us just ate at Papagayo. As Karen put it, "I love not dressing for dinner."

Finally, Dieter said that we needed to get back to the boat. We said our goodbyes to Karen and Dr. Rick, with me promising to do a better job of staying in touch and Karen inviting us all to Captiva. Then I got another hug from Karen, this time with both of us bare. That alone would have made it a great day.

We all agreed that no one felt like sailing that day, and the light was quickly fading. Dieter and Birgit went below. Sara, Chris, and I sat on deck talking.

Chris said, "This was the best day I've had in a very long time. And I had it not wearing a stitch." She paused, then added "Harry, your friend Karen is some lady."

Looking at Sara, I answered, "yes, Karen is the second greatest lady I know." Sara leaned over and kissed me.

Chris yawned, and said "I guess I'd better get some sleep. By the way, where do you guys sleep?"

Sara answered, "In a hammock on deck. It is great, you should try it."




A Traditional Swim Ch. 09



Chris asked, "Is there another hammock?"

Sara responded, "Don't worry about another hammock. Just sleep with us. There's room."

The day ended with me lying in a hammock on the deck of a sailboat in Orient Bay, St. Martin with my lover lying naked on top of me and her sister lying naked beside me. Not a bad day.



A Traditional Swim Ch. 10



This story is part of a series. Chapters 1 through 8 will provide context. Hopefully, however, this story may also be enjoyed as a stand-alone work.

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Finally, we reached the coast of the Dominican Republic the afternoon before the contest. Dieter got on the cell phone to his friend the resort manager. After a short conversation, Dieter ended the call.

"We will take the dinghy to shore to meet Walter and his assistant who is running the contest. They have some forms for you to sign and they'll show you around," Dieter announced.

As we motored towards the beach, what was obviously the resort property sprawled left to right across the entire visible horizon. Two figures stood on the beach. One was obviously a man, and the other appeared to be a shorter woman. After Dieter cut the engine and tilted it up, the man waded out to help pull the dinghy up onto the beach. He and Dieter embraced, and then the man hugged Birgit. It seemed that they had known each other for some time. Dieter introduced the man as his friend Walter, the resort's general manager.

Walter laughed, and in a slightly German accent said, "That means I am the senior person onsite. I have responsibility if anything goes wrong, but the corporate offices never give me the authority to prevent it." Walter swept an arm towards the short blonde standing next to him. "This is my assistant manager Kelly. She is in charge of our contest tomorrow."

Kelly was short, but quite attractive. Her compact body seemed perfectly proportioned. She had that "high energy" way of speaking that I often found very annoying. Coming from Kelly, it was at least tolerable.

"Yeah," Kelly said in a distinctly Midwestern American voice, "the contest was my idea. I had hoped that I could compete in it, but I'm an employee and the company has a weird rule that employees can't be seen nude on resort property. So, I can only MC and I have to keep my clothes on." Kelly had some clipboards in her hand. "Do you need two registration forms or three?"

Sara and I looked at Chris. After our stop at Orient Bay, Chris had talked about competing, but hadn't made a decision. Chris looked first at me, then at her sister. After a moment, Chris grinned and said "Three."

"Great," Kelly said as she handed each of us a clipboard. "These are the registration forms. Some basic information, certify that you're over 21, release the company from any liability if, for example, your nude picture from here ends up on the Internet. Most important, to me at least, is the empty block towards the bottom. There you should write whatever you want me to say about you as you are walking down our runway. Just two or three sentences please."

We filled out the forms and gave them back to Kelly with the US$ 50 per person registration fee. Then Kelly said, "Follow me. I'll show you where we're going to do this tomorrow."

Dieter and Birgit excused themselves and walked off with Walter. Sara, Chris, and I followed Kelly along a path for about five minutes until we came to two white tents.

"This is the 'backstage,'" Kelly explained. "Please be here about 10:30 tomorrow morning. We want to start the men's competition by 11:15." Kelly led us into the left-hand tent. "This is where the men will take their clothes off. The other tent is for the women. It is identical. Now follow me." Kelly walked through the draping on the other side of the tent and up few steps. We followed. We were on a sort of Y-shaped platform. One arm of the Y ran to each tent. The tail of the Y was long, roughly 30 feet. There were chairs on both sides and at the end. To my surprise, there were bleachers set up behind the chairs, forming a U shape that ran from the one tent around to the other.

Kelly started up again. "I'll be standing on the runway right outside the tent with my mike. Every contestant will have a number. When I call your number, my assistant inside the tent will repeat it. When your number is called, you will come out of the tent, up the steps, and go past me all the way to the far end of the runway. There you will turn and walk back. Don't hurry."

Kelly continued on. "We are awarding a winner and first and second runners up. My original idea was to let the winners of one competition judge the other. But, of course, we won't have any women winners when the men go, so we've roped off an area for all of the women contestants to stand and you'll all get to vote on the men. Leave your clothes on for that girls, we don't want the audience to see you yet. We'll also have three 'celebrity' judges. For the men's competition, that will be the lady who manages the neighboring resort, our chief masseuse, and our food and beverage manager, all women."

I said, "This is quite a set-up. How big an audience to you expect?"

Kelly beamed. "We've really promoted this at our resort and the neighboring resorts. We can hold 1,585 here, and I'm proud to say we sold out at noon today at US$25 per ticket. "

"Impressive, "I said. "How many competitors do you have?"

Kelly answered, "We're leaving registration open until just before each competition, just in case someone in the audience gets a sudden urge to take his or her clothes off, so I really won't know until each competition starts. Right now, I've got 15 men and 19 women. Everyone, I think, except you guys, is a guest at one of the resorts in the area."

Just then, Kelly's phone chirped. She answered, listened for a moment, and then said "I'll ask." Putting down the phone, she said to us, "That's Walter. He wants to know if you're ready to go back to your boat."

Sara, Chris, and I nodded our heads yes. I said, "Kelly thank you. I'm sure that you have a lot to do. We appreciate you taking the time for us."

"No problem," Kelly responded. "Come on, I'll walk you back to the beach."

Walter, Dieter, and Birgit were already standing by the dinghy. As we reached the dinghy, Kelly shook each of Sara's, Chris's, and my hands. "Thank you for joining in our contest," Kelly said. "I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, and I do mean that like it sounds." Kelly smiled broadly.

Riding back to the boat, Sara gave Dieter and Birgit a summary version of what Kelly had told us. Once we were on deck and the dinghy stowed, Birgit said, "Well, if 1,600 people are going to see you naked tomorrow, you should shave, all three of you, everything."

That seemed like a good suggestion. Most of the rest of the evening was spent with Sara and Chris shaving me, Sara and I shaving Chris, and Chris and I shaving Sara; all over. After a quick dinner, we went to sleep. Following the practice we started on St. Martin, Sara, Chris, and I shared a hammock.

Sometime in the wee hours, I felt Chris slide away from me and get out of the hammock. I followed her. Sara was a very heavy sleeper; I was not worried about disturbing her.

Chris was standing in the bow. I walked up to her. "Something wrong," I asked.

"No, I'm just too excited about tomorrow to sleep. I can't believe I'm going to do this, but I'm glad that you and Sara talked me into it. I keep imaging what it will be like to be standing naked in front of 1,600 people." Chris giggled. "Thinking about it is making me wet."

I chuckled. "This is your first time doing something like this. The anticipation is part of the fun. It will be an erotic experience for you. I hope that you enjoy it."

Chris responded, "I know I will." Then she leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss. "Shit, I'm breaking all kinds of taboos. I just kissed my sister's boyfriend."

At 10:30 the next morning, Sara, Chris, and I, wearing our pareos, were outside the tents as instructed with about 30 other people, slightly more women than men. Looking around, I could see three or four women whom I thought I'd want to see nude. The rest just appeared ordinary. I'm no judge of men, so I didn't bother looking at my own competitors.

Very soon, Kelly got up on a small stool and began giving her instructions. It was basically what she had told us the evening before, but she added a few things. "Folks, go slowly down the runway and back. Stop and pose at least three times. Be classy, but we want the audience and the judges to see as much of you as possible. For the guys, that means we want to see your dick and balls. Ladies, we want to see those pussies. Don't keep those thighs too close together."

Kelly finished up. "Ok, everyone ready? Ladies, leave your clothes on and follow Steffi around your tent to your viewing area. Men, get in your tent and get your clothes off."

I was many years away from my less than stellar athletic career, so it had been a long time since I'd been in a small space with a number of naked men. I was surprising how cramped the tent was and it was impossible not to bump into other guys and be bumped into. There were a couple of pretty cute girls in the tent dressed in resort uniforms. As we got undressed, one of the girls was writing numbers on the guys with what looked like a lipstick. When she got to me, she wrote an eight on my thigh just to the right of my dick. She then told me to turn around and she wrote the eight again on my left butt cheek. 

When the one girl had finished numbering us, the other one moved to the drape by where we were to go up the steps. She announced, "Men, line up by your numbers, and don't smudge your numbers. When I call your number, go through the drape, up the steps, and you're on. When you get back inside the tent, stay in your number order."

I could hear the PA outside. A moment later, the girl by the drape, whom I thought of as the "gatekeeper," yelled out "Number One!"

Slowly, each guy went out and the next one moved up to stand by the gatekeeper. When I got up to her, she said, "You must be used to going nude. Most of these guys have been so excited they've had wood. You're completely at rest." She paused, and then said, "Actually, it would look better if you got some blood down there. Here, let me help." With that, she began stroking under the head of my penis. She was right, it did stimulate blood flow. After a few moments, she stopped, saying "that looks good."

Her timing was impeccable as number seven came back through the drape. The girl slapped my butt and said, "You're on."

I walked through the drape and up the steps to the runway. I could vaguely hear Kelly announcing my name. My first reaction was almost shock. The seats and bleachers were absolutely full of people. My first sensation was a slight breeze blowing across my butt, reminding me that I was totally nude.

I glanced down to my right and saw Sara and Chris smiling at me. Then I started getting into it. Here I was, the only naked person in front of nearly 2,000 people looking at me, at my balls, at my butt. This was great! I walked slowly down the runway, trying to make eye contact with people in the audience. Halfway down the runway, I stopped for my first pose, doing a toned-down version of what I remembered as a bodybuilding pose. Looking towards the first row of the bleachers, I got another surprise. A man and woman, looking like late 30s, and a girl who looked like late teens. Geez, it looked like mom, dad, and daughter had come to see the nudes. 

I walked on to the end of the runway. The three "celebrity" judges were seated at the very end of the runway, looking up at me dick and balls. I smiled down at them. I walked slowly back up the runway and struck my third pose. I looked over again at mom, dad, and daughter. Mom was telling her daughter something and pointing at me. I made eye contact with the daughter. She smiled and waved. Mom looked up at me and I made eye contact with her. She smiled and waved too.

I didn't want to leave the runway, but I had to. Back inside the tent, I was totally exhilarated. I wanted as the remaining seven guys took their individual turns. When we were all back in the tent, the "gatekeeper" girl said, "Ok, now everyone goes out one behind the other." Out we marched.

As I walked by the gatekeeper, she slapped my butt again. "Good job out there," she said to me.

We paraded down the runway and back up, this time to applause. When we were all back in the tent, the gatekeeper announced, "It will take a few minutes to count the votes. When I come back, I'll announce the number of the second runner-up. When I do, I want that guy to go up onto the runway. Then, I'll announce first runner-up, and winner. When I announce each of you, go out onto the runway."

Everyone was, I think, high on the energy of having gone nude in front of such a big crowd. There were loud voices and laughter. We were also getting very sweaty in the Caribbean heat.

Finally, the gatekeeper came back in. I heard Kelly on the PA, and then the gatekeeper yelled "Second runner-up, number 12." A very muscular, bodybuilder type guy with close cut blond hair walked out and up the steps. Rolf someone. After a few minutes, I could hear Kelly's voice again. Then the gatekeeper yelled "First runner-up, number eight." It didn't register for a moment. The gatekeeper looked right at me. "You, get your bare ass onstage."

I walked back up the steps. Everyone was clapping. Sara and Chris were jumping up and down. Kelly came over, kissed me on the cheek, slapped my butt, and put a sash over my right shoulder. The sash was the only thing I had on. I turned slowly and waved to t e whole crowd. Mom, dad, and daughter were applauding energetically. After my few moments in the sun, Kelly gestured for me to stand next to the second runner up. Then Kelly announced the winner, Pascal someone. The guy who came out of the tent looked Spanish. Olive skin, longish dark hair, and the type of face I imagine women dream about. Most noticeably, he was hung like a horse. He took a slightly longer star turn. Kelly kissed him, but didn't slap his butt. I was pleased by that.

Finally, the three of us walked back down into the tent. The gatekeeper made another announcement; "Gentlemen, thank you very much for participating. I hope that you had fun. I know that Amanda and I did. You can get dressed now, except for our three winners. Winners, if you'll please stay naked, you're going to help judge the ladies. As soon as they get into their undressing tent, I'll take you to where they were standing." 

The other guys got dressed while the three of us stood there wearing only our sashes. Finally, the gatekeeper came back. "Gentlemen, please follow me."

She led us out the back of the tent and around the outside of the ladies' tent. We could hear voices and movement inside. Then she led us in front of the first row of seated spectators to a roped-off area where the arm of the Y joined the tail. She left us standing there, three nude guys in a crowd of about 1,600 clothed people.

I looked across the runway for mom, dad, and daughter. I saw dad and daughter, but mom had gone somewhere.

Finally, the first naked lady came out. The first five were, I thought, nothing special. I was willing to bet that each one was carrying some silicone. Number six was Chris. I was a bit worried how she'd deal with it, but she was poised and fine. Looking up at her from below, I realized that Chris really was a very beautiful lady. Not Sara, but awfully damn good. I also realized that Chris was enjoying herself. While she remained classy, the audience got to see pretty much all of her. As Chris walked back up the runway, she looked down at me and mouthed the word "wet."

Number seven seemed like a lady who had come to the DR on vacation and been dared by her husband or boyfriend to enter the contest. When she first came through the drape, she stopped, turned back, and started to go back in. The ladies' gatekeeper pushed her back the right direction. The poor girl finally made it down the runway and back, but she was shaking like a leaf. That was too bad because she looked very lovely naked.

Ladies eight through 17 were nothing special; although number 15 looked to be in her late 50s and was carrying a few extra pounds. I admired her for going nude in front of a big audience. She understood that every lady is beautiful when she's naked. She seemed to enjoy herself, too.

Number 18 caught me off-guard. A blonde in her late 30s. Pretty nice body, but not getting quite enough exercise. Then it hit me: she was mom from the bleachers on the other side. I looked over and her husband and daughter were jumping up and down, clapping and yelling. Kelly's idea of allowing last minute "impulse" registrations had worked. Moreover, mom had a real presence on the runway. Looking at her, you got the impression that there was nothing in the world she'd rather be doing than standing naked in front of all those people.

They saved the best for last. Number 20 was Sara. It isn't just my bias when I say that she was far and away the most beautiful lady in the competition. She glowed. Knowing Sara, I knew how much she was enjoying being up there naked with everyone looking at her. As she came back up the runway, she looked down and blew me a kiss. I mouthed the words at her "I love you."

All of the ladies came back out and paraded. Then it was decision time. The three of us naked guys had votes. I was pleased to see that Pascal and Rolf both had Sara first. After some brief discussion, we agreed to make mom, number 18, the first runner-up, and Chris second runner-up. Walter, who chaired the "celebrity" judges for the women, came up with their three votes. Astoundingly, it was unanimous. Walter wrote down the final placing and handed that sheet to Kelly.

Kelly announced Chris as second runner-up. A moment later, Chris came back onto the runway. Now, Chris glowed. Kelly put a sash over Chris then gestured for her to walk down the runway. Chris did, very slowly. The entire crowd was applauding. Chris was drinking it in. I couldn't help thinking that she was a long way from Wall Street now, in more than just miles.

The Kelly announced mom, whose name was Debbie, as firs runner-up. Debbie came out, obviously astounded that she had placed. I think I saw tears. Kelly put the sash on her then gestured for her to take her victory walk. As she started down the runway, Kelly announced that Debbie had come today as a spectator but decided to join the ladies competition after watching the men, and that Debbie was here with her husband Bill and her daughter Gwen. Then Kelly delivered the clincher: "And Debbie tells me that she's never even gone to a nude beach before today." As Debbie walked naked down the runway, the crowd stood up for a standing ovation. Looking across the runway, I saw that Bill and Gwen were both smiling from ear to ear.

Finally, Kelly announced Sara as the winner. As Sara came out, she got a standing ovation and a huge and sustained cheer. I had thought Chris had glowed. Sara outshone everything. It seemed like a special light emanated from her tanned skin. Watching Sara walk naked down the runway, I was again struck by how beautiful she was (and is) and how incredibly lucky I was to be sharing her life. I was a bit sad that Zoe and Derek weren't there.

After Sara got her star turn, Kelly asked the men's winners to come onstage. We went through the ladies tent, where the other contestants were still getting dressed, and up onto the runway. Sara immediately ran to me. We gave each other a crushing hug and a long kiss. After Kelly separated us, I got a hug and kiss from Chris. She whispered in my ear, "thank you so much."

Kelly wanted us each to stand with the same place finisher of the other gender. That put Rolf with Chris, Sara with Pascal, and me with Debbie. Kelly directed pictures, starting with Rolf and Chris. Frontal with arms around each other's waists, then a kiss. Then it was my turn with Debbie. However, Debbie and I didn't just kiss, we also hugged. Debbie felt good. Bill was a lucky man. Then Pascal and Sara. Sara, being Sara, couldn't overlook Pascal's dominant feature, so they took a third photo with Pascal's massive dick lying in Sara's hand. Finally, a group photo of all six of us. 




A Traditional Swim Ch. 10



After the photos, Kelly announced that the event was over, but everyone staying at that resort was reminded that the dress code for dinner was togas. Dinner would be in the dining hall at 6:00 p.m.

To get out of the sun, we walked down into the ladies' tent. Bill and Gwen were there waiting for their wife/mother. Debbie and Bill shared a very long kiss. After a decent interval, I walked over and said to Bill, "You must be very proud of her."

Bill smiled. "I am. I always told her that she's a very beautiful woman, and more beautiful still naked. Maybe now she'll believe me." Bill paused, and then said, "You're sort of responsible for her getting into this."

Perplexed, I asked "How is that?"

Gwen had joined the conversation and answered me. "When you were out there and looked into my eyes, I could see that you were having so much fun that I wanted to go in the women's contest. I told Mom. She went off and asked someone, but she came back and said that I couldn't because I'm 18 and they wouldn't allow anyone under 21. That's when I told her "Mom, if I can't do this, you have to. Who knows if we'll ever get the chance again. At least one of us has to do something that much fun. I still wish Mom and I both could have done it."

Kelly was standing behind me, and interjected: "Maybe next year. This was such a success, I'm sure we'll be doing it every year. The 21 thing came from corporate. I'm not sure why we can't allow people in 18 and up. I'm going to push for that."

Behind her was Walter, handing out checks to the winners. This surprised me because I didn't know that there was a prize. I asked Walter to please give Sara's Chris's, and my checks to Dieter because we didn't have any place to carry them.

At that point, Sara looked around and realized that someone had taken her and Chris's pareos. Kelly quickly said, "We'll replace them immediately. But, you really don't need them yet. We'd like the winners to stay around the resort for at least a couple of hours. We'd like to take you through the entire resort. Anything you want is totally free, compliments of us. We just ask that you stay naked the whole time."

That was certainly no issue for Sara, Chris, and me. Pascal and Rolf seemed ok with the idea too. Debbie, however, asked "What about my husband and daughter?"

That had Kelly a bit stumped, and she admitted that "We didn't anticipate a winner with a family."

Gwen piped up, "Can we go naked too?"

That really had Kelly flustered. Debbie, Bill, and Gwen weren't staying at this resort, they were staying next door. Kelly looked to Walter, her boss. Walter rolled his eyes, muttered something softly in German, and then said "yes."

Gwen gave a fist pump and began to undress. Debbie gave Bill a look and he began stripping down too. Kelly called out to the girl I had called the "gatekeeper," "Janice, get us a few resort bags so these folks can carry their clothes. Also, get Raoul at the boutique to give you three of our best pareos, two red and one blue."

Janice acknowledged the direction, "Yes ma'am." Before she set out, she came over to me, slapped my ass again and said, "I was rooting for you. Good job."

"Thank you for your assist, "I said. That produced a blush.

Janice nodded towards Sara, "your girlfriend or wife?" 

I responded, "Girlfriend now, wife before too long I hope."

Janice nodded. "Wise man" she said, and then left to run her errands.

Unfortunately, or not, Chris had overheard me. Loud enough so that the whole tent could hear, Chris yelled, "Sis, I think that I just heard your boyfriend here say that he wants to marry you."

Everyone turned to look at me. I shrugged and tried to downplay it. "Of course. I'd be an idiot if I didn't want to spend the rest of my life with Sara."

Sara walked over smiling. "Is that a backhanded proposal?"

"Well, I suppose that it is," I said.

Sara threw her arms around me and gave me a very long, very sexy kiss. Finally, she pulled back. "The answer is yes, definitely yes."



A Traditional Swim Ch. 11



This story is part of a series. Chapters 1 through 10 will provide context. Hopefully, however, this story may also be enjoyed as a stand-alone work.

*****

After my somewhat off-hand marriage proposal to Sara, Walter and Janice wanted us all to tour the resort, nude of course. Pascal and Rolf had finally been joined by their girlfriends. While neither lady's bikini covered all that much, they resolutely kept them on. So, the group consisted of Sara, Chris, and I, nude, walking hand-in-hand-in hand; Debbie, Bill, and Gwen, nude; Pascal and Rolf nude with their bikinied girlfriends; and Janice and Walter fully clothed.

Janice and Walter took us through the large ocean-front pool and bar area, which was full to capacity. The resort was not primarily a clothing optional resort, although Janice had told me that there was a small corner of isolated beach on the resort where they allowed full nudity.

"Unfortunately, no nudity for resort staff though," Janice added and frowned.

Anyway, the pool area was crowded with people wearing swimwear. Marching in as a group, we attracted attention, especially since several of us were completely naked. Sara and I had, of course, spent a great deal of time nude among clothed people and enjoy it immensely. Chris suddenly seemed very conscious of her nudity and grasped my hand tightly. 

I leaned over to Chris and whispered "you look wonderful." That bought a look I can only describe as dubious and a bit scared.

My sense was that Bill was also a bit embarrassed, but Debbie and Gwen seemed to revel in the attention they were getting. Janice directed us to a central place on the pool deck while Walter walked off. In a few moments, I heard the pool PA announcing that the resort was pleased to introduce the winners of its first annual nude beauty pageant. That definitely got us everyone's attention. Chris squeezed my hand almost to the breaking point while we all waived to the crowd around the pool and at the bar. I was pleased that everyone seemed cool with our nudity and there were no crude remarks.

After we left the pool, Pascal, Rolf, and their girlfriends somewhat rudely walked off. However, that did give Sara, Chris, and I an opening to beg off of the rest of the resort tour, which Walter accepted (perhaps realizing that it wasn't the greatest idea). We invited Debbie, Bill, Gwen, Janice, and Walter to dinner on Dieter's boat (I was confident that Dieter would not mind). Walter and Janice offered to bring out some champagne and grilled lobsters when they got off of their shifts in a couple of hours. Debbie, Bill, and Gwen walked down to the beach with us. Seeing Birgit on deck, I waived and she soon met us with the inflatable to ferry us to the boat.

It was now late afternoon. Most of us relaxed on deck. However, Gwen wanted to skinny-dip in the ocean so Chris agreed to go with her. A couple of hours later, Walter, Janice, and another girl who worked the pageant came out in a small boat carrying cases of grilled lobster, grilled corn, and champagne. Janice and the other girl stripped of immediately while Walter, clothed, went to the bow with Dieter and Birgit. We all pigged out on lobster and drank a bit too much champagne. After a time, Dieter put dance music on his boat's sound system and the younger ladies began to dance nude on deck. 

I am not much of a dancer and was lounging comfortably with Sara, my new fiancé, when Janice came over, extended her hand towards me, and said "we need a man on the dance floor."

Janice looked lovely standing nude in the twilight, but I am just not a dancer. Not until Sara put her hand on my butt, shoved me, and said "get your bare ass out there Buster." I took Janice's hand and walked a few steps to where Gwen and the other girl from the resort were making very suggestive moves to the music. 

Janice smiled at me and said, "don't worry, just move." So I did. Obviously, a man "dancing" nude has an appendage flopping around and mine seemed to attract the attention of all three girls. For some reason, the dancing space became more constricted until all four of us were in constant contact with each other. I was more than a little concerned when Gwen began rubbing her butt against my dick. But a glance towards Debbie and Bill showed me that they were watching and smiling.

After a few tunes, Dieter changed the music to a slow dance. Janice walked over to Sara and said something to which Sara nodded her head. Janice came back and said "Your fiancé granted me this dance." Janice raised her arms and I put mine around her bare waist. Bill and Debbie also came onto the dance floor. At first, Janice and I kept a small distance between our nude bodies. However, we soon noticed that Debbie and Bill were really grinding into each other. Soon Janice was holding me very tight and rubbing her closely trimmed pubic hair against the head of my dick. I felt a bit guilty with Sara right there, but it did feel good.

At the end of the song, Janice held me very tight. Then she kissed me and fondled my balls for a moment. "I like you, too bad you're taken," she said after breaking off the kiss. 

Walter came forward and announced that he needed to leave which meant Janice and the other girl from the resort were leaving too. Debbie asked if Walter could take Gwen, Bill, and her ashore. Walter had room for them with the lobster and champagne gone. Before they left, Gwen declared that any more family vacations had to be taken at a place where she could go naked the whole time. I was pleased to see Debbie and Bill agree, and Sara invited them to stay with us if they came to Martinique.

As our visitors lowered themselves into Walter's boat, I began to apologize to Sara for my dance with Janice. Sara smiled the smile that melts me and said, "No problem, I enjoyed watching. Besides, I get the last dance, which will be horizontal." Do you wonder why I love this lady?

Janice had given us digital copies of the photos from the pageant. For a lark, I e-mailed a few of them to Karen. About 20 minutes later, I got an e-mail back from Karen saying, "Of course your friend Sara won. I wasn't there. She had no competition. I think Rick would finish ahead of you too, slightly. Next time, you tell us about this beforehand!" You can understand why I admire Karen a great deal.

It was dark now and we were tired. Dieter and Birgit went to bed below. As had become our habit, Sara and I stretched out the hammock on deck and all three of Sara, Chris, and I got in it. Up until now, the three of us had actually just slept together naked. In the middle of this night, however, I was awakened to the feel of a hand stroking my dick. Looking over, I saw Sara awake and smiling. After Sara got me hard, she shifted around and mounted me cowgirl style. Of course, the moving around woke Chris. When Sara saw that Chris was awake, she took Chris's right hand and placed it on her own right breast. Chris got the idea and began playing with Sara's nipple. As Sara rode me more vigorously, she began moaning. Chris sat partially up and began tonguing her sister's nipple. I could see that Chris also had a hand between her own legs pleasuring herself. With me thrusting inside of her and Chris on her tits, Sara came, violently and loudly just a moment before I did and, I think, Chris did. Sara then lay flat on top of me and went to sleep with me still inside of her. I didn't complain.

Later in the night, Sara rolled off of me and cuddled close to my side. Chris was cuddled on my other side. Again, I wasn't complaining.

We awoke about dawn the next morning. Dieter and Birgit were apparently still below. Sara reached out again and again began stroking me to a full erection. However, this time, she took Chris's arm and began pulling Chris, indicating that she should mount me.

Sara smiled, and said softly to Chris, "He's part of the family. We should share him." 

Chris smiled, straddled me, and lowered herself down so that I was inside her. Sara went behind and began fondling Chris's ass. Chris was a bit bigger and more muscular than her sister, and we both became a bit aggressive in our intercourse as the day grew lighter. The hammock was swaying so hard I feared it would snap as Chris let out a howl and came. A second later I came inside of my fiance's sister. As we relaxed, Sara came up from behind her sister and gently kissed Chris's bare back. Then we heard soft clapping. Looking over, I saw Dieter and Birgit standing on deck a bit away from us smiling broadly.

It took us three nights and three and a half days to get back to Martinique. During each night, Sara, Chris, and I were on deck under the stars doing everything imaginable to pleasure each other. The night we stopped off of Guadaloupe, a catamaran anchored a few yards away from us. That deterred the three of us not at all, and I know that the two couples on the cat spent time watching us. Hopefully, we inspired them to engage with each other. A portion of each day was devoted to our threeway trysts, although Sara and I both spent a lot of time with Dieter as he sailed his boat. Both of us wanted to get a sailboat and Dieter was providing our tutorial.

Back on Martinique, we were greeted with some news that was both good and disheartening. A contact of Zoe's had gotten her an interview for a good position at the Tate Modern in London. Derek and Zoe were leaving for London in a couple of days. We would miss Zoe and Derek greatly. However, Sara and I understood that we already had some professional accomplishments behind us. Zoe and Derek needed to prove themselves to themselves. Hopefully, they would be back to visit.

Zoe and Derek's last night on the island began with a large party in Sally's bar. Before any of us got too drunk, we left and walked back to the house, nude as always. Instead of going straight to the house, we walked down to the beach. Then we were in the water, a tight pod of five people rubbing together and touching each other everywhere. After several minutes, I felt a hand on my now erect dick. I looked into Zoe's smile as she guided me into her and wrapped her legs around my hips. Glancing over, I saw Sara similarly wrapped on and impaled by Derek. Still in Zoe, I gently walked to the beach and laid her back on the sand. We made slow, caring love in the sand until the moon came up. 

I had always been careful to pull out of Zoe before I came, but tonight, she whispered in my ear, "in me, you must come in me" then she bit my ear softly. 

Zoe and I were covered in sand as we watched Sara and Derek, still aroused, come out of the water. Sara took Chris by the hand and the five of us washed each other under the outdoor shower. Dry, we went inside and shared the large bed. During that night every coupling possible happened, except Derek and me. At some point, Chris pulled out a camera. On a wall in our house we now have a framed photo of Sara, Derek, and me standing. I have entered Sara vaginally from the front and Derek has entered her anally from behind. Sara likes that picture.

Leaving Zoe and Derek at the airport was a bit sad. As Chris, Sara, and I drove back, Sara said, "Zoe and I agreed that you should come in her and Derek should come in me yesterday. Don't worry, we're both on birth control." Sara paused, then said, "But, Chris and I are going off of birth control at some point and we're not telling you when that is." Both ladies thought that was quite funny.



A Traditional Swim Ch. 12



This story is part of a series. Chapters 1 through 11 will provide context. Hopefully, however, this story may also be enjoyed as a stand-alone work.

*****

Even people who have a wonderful situation and need do nothing often feel the need to be doing something. So it was with Chris after a few months on the island with her sister and me. Chris told us that she was going to start a money management business which she could largely do remotely from the island. However, she was going back to New York for a few weeks to interview with some prospective clients, including a university endowment fund.

I think that I would have missed Chris more than I cared to admit had not Sara, my swim coach, suddenly increased the intensity and frequency of our workouts. Sara had gotten us back into the public pool where we could train nude very early in the morning before it opened. She also had us doing a huge amount of open water work in our cove and at other locations around the island. Frankly, Sara was kicking my ass.

Something was up, but Sara took her sweet time telling me what. Finally, she came clean. She had gotten the urge to compete again. "I just love being among naked athletic bodies," she said.

Acting on her urge, Sara had reached out to a number of the people whom she swam with and against in college. Sara showed me a huge file of e-mail. A few people whom she had contacted about nude swim meets immediately reacted negatively, a couple being fairly insulting in their responses to Sara. A slightly larger group endorsed the idea immediately and committed to swim if Sara could pull it together. The largest group did not immediately respond one way or the other, but you could tell than many of them were intrigued and thinking about it. As e-mail was forwarded on, the network grew beyond the people whom Sara had contacted. I was, frankly, surprised at how many people who were, or had not long ago been, serious athletes were interested in competing in the nude.

Things really started coming together when one of Sara's college assistant coaches, now a head coach at a university in New England joined the conversation. The coach was very enthusiastic about the idea of a nude meet. She said that she was sure that she could make the natatorium at her school available. Having a venue made the idea more real and the fence-sitters in the online discussion began coming down one way or the other. A surprisingly large number came down in favor of competing. In a fairly short time, enough swimmers had committed that the meet would have a full slate of men's and ladies' races.

The group then set a tentative date several months out so that everyone would have time to train. Sara's old coach verified that she could provide the pool on that date. The next thing that the group addressed was the meet's rules. First, it was decided that the meet would not be open to the public and would not be promoted. However, each competitor would be allowed to bring one guest. With competitors and guests, there would be a fair crowd. The next rule was that all competitors would stay nude for the entire meet. Guests could be nude or clothed, although it was hoped that most guests would choose to disrobe. The coach verified that she could keep the natatorium warm enough that no one should get tight, and there was a warm pool by the diving tower.

Diving became an interesting issue. The original plan had not included a diving competition. However, one lady (whom Sara identified to me as a diver at another school in the same conference while Sara was in college) sent an e-mail to everyone. The operative part was as follows: "You wimps who hide in the water amuse me. Get some other divers and you'll see this bare ass on full display on the platform and the springboard."

Sara's comment to me was that, at least when they were both in college, "she had an ass that was probably worth seeing." Apparently, a few others thought so too because several divers stepped up to take her challenge. The coach found three of her colleagues willing to judge, so it looked like there would be a diving competition too. Unfortunately, there were not enough divers committed to have separate men's and ladies' competitions. The solution there was to limit the dives that could be performed to create a level playing field.

Finally, Sara told me that the meet was only two weeks off. She had already booked our flights to New York, the rental car, and our room at the old inn in the college town where her former coach now coached. Apparently, the swimmers, divers, and guests had taken over the entire inn for the weekend.

New York is a longer flight than I really like. In any event, Chris picked us up at Kennedy. Although Chris lived with us now on the island, she had kept her Manhattan apartment. We spent the night with Chris in a very intimate reunion. I tried hard to please both ladies, and think that I succeeded. It was also heartwarming to see how much the two sisters enjoyed giving pleasure to each other.

The next day, Chris drove us over to LaGuardia to pick up the rental car. We went up I-95 until we were between Providence and Boston, then turned northwest and drove for another two or three hours. Finally, at mid-afternoon, we arrived in a quintessential college town.

After checking in at the inn, Sara asked for directions to the college natatorium. She had called her old coach, who was waiting for us. At the pool, Sara and her coach had a warmer reunion than I had expected. Sara introduced me to her old coach, Beth. Beth was a few years younger than me and, as you'd expect of someone who has spent a lifetime swimming, looked very fit. I'd not say that Beth was a great beauty, but she had a charm and a friendly manner that made her seem to become more attractive the longer you were around her. I learned over the course of the weekend that Beth and Sara had been fairly close friends when Sara was in college.

Beth raised an eyebrow when Sara introduced me as her fiancé. "So," Beth said to me, "you are the one who launched pure, innocent Sara on her course of nudity an exhibition? Showed up at a YWCA swim nude and then sweet-talked Sara out of her suit?"

Obviously, Sara and Beth had talked. That was basically true, so I some sheepishly nodded yes.

"I don't blame you," Beth continued. "Sara always had a killer body."

Beth showed us around the natatorium, which was surprisingly large, modern, and well-equipped for a fairly small college. "We've managed to make swimming and diving one of the marquis sports here, along with hockey. I'm getting top quality kids from all over New England and New York who want to come up here to swim. You'll meet my kids tonight. Some of them are very talented."

Beth walked us through a locker room, weight room, training room, and into the main pool area. Along with a full 25 meter pool, there was a separate diving well with both platform and springboard. Along one long dimension of the pool were seats. Not bleachers, but actual seats. "We can seat about 300," Beth said. Then, to Sara, "Don't get your hopes up. We won't have that many tomorrow night. Fortunately, our season hasn't started yet so I can use the facility without anyone else really caring what I'm doing. The IM pool is across campus."

As we shook hands and left, Beth said "remember, the dinner starts at 6:30. I want to introduce everyone, which will take some time, and I want you all in bed at a reasonable hour."

As we walked back to the car, I asked Sara "Dinner?"

"Yes," we've taken the dining room at the inn tonight. Only competitors are invited. We thought it would give everyone a chance to meet clothed and get to know each other a little." Sara grinned. "Hopefully, it will also build some anticipation to see what everyone looks like tomorrow evening with their clothes off."

We walked around the town for a time. It was early autumn, and the leaves were just beginning to change. I had the impression that there was a football game at the college the next afternoon. I had played football when I was much younger and still have a deep affection for the game. I would have liked to have seen the game the next day, but getting naked took precedence.

It was about 6:25 when we walked into the inn's dining room, which was crammed with people milling among the tables. Very swiftly, I heard a female voice exclaim "SARA!" Over rushed a very lovely blonde in a very elegant and flattering dress. Sara and the blonde hugged, and did the "it has been so long, how are you" thing for a few moments. Then Sara introduced me. The blonde was Trish. Trish had been a teammate of Sara's in college.

"I'm a bit surprised that you agreed to do this, Sara said to Trish.

"I wasn't going to when you first contacted me. But, the more I thought about it, it started to sound like it might be fun. I finally got up the courage to mention it to my husband and was taken aback at how enthused he was. 'So you want to see me walking around naked with a bunch of strangers" I asked him. 'Absolutely' was his response. So I told him, "Buster, if you want to be there watching, your ass is going to have to be as bare as mine.' To my surprise, he readily agreed to that too. You'll get to see all of him tomorrow night."

Trish went on. "The biggest issue for me was my training. I play a lot of tennis, run, and lift a little bit; but I hadn't been in the pool seriously in several years. I've really kicked my own ass the last few months since I agreed to do this, but my times sure aren't what they once were."

Trish turned to me, "Did I hear Sara say that you are her fiancé?"

I nodded.

"And you're the man who got our innocent little Sara out of her clothes and spirited her off to a Caribbean island?"

I nodded again.

"Good for you," Trish said. She looked me up and down. "It looks like Sara may have made a catch. Guess I'll find out tomorrow."

I looked at Trish. Although it took a moment to realize it, she was a very beautiful lady. I was looking forward to seeing her nude.

Sara said to Trish, "So, we're the only ones from dear old alma mater here?"

Trish laughed. "We're the only two with bodies worth baring."

I chimed in, "I suspect that is true. Guess I'll find out tomorrow."

Trish turned her back to me and gave her rear a shake. Turning back around, she smiled at me and said, "You'll see that my husband chose wisely. Come to think of it, I think I'm going to enjoy being naked around you."

At that point, Beth began rapping a fork against a glass and asked everyone to be seated. Trish put her hand on Sara's arm and said, "You two are sitting with me." Pointing to a table with three empty seats, she said "there."

As we were walking to our seats, a tall, well-built redhead in an emerald dress stopped Sara and thanked her for putting the event together. Sara introduced the lady to me as Felicia, who had insisted on a diving competition.

Felicia turned to me and said, "Yes, I am a natural redhead as you'll see tomorrow night."

Moving on towards our seats, Trish commented "Felicia always did rate herself pretty highly." Actually, Felicia was a very pretty lady.

When everyone was seated, I looked around. My rough guess was that there were 50 people in the room. According to Sara, everyone here was a competitor, so all 50 of us would be completely nude in about 24 hours.

Beth began to speak. "While some of you know each other, I don't think anyone here knows everyone. For obvious reasons, we haven't printed a program or roster of competitors. The college actually knows that we're doing this, and has been very cool about it. Still, I think we are wisest to keep this as much within the family as possible. So, I wanted to take some time to introduce you to each other. Since you will all be totally exposed to each other tomorrow night, I thought it would be nice if you knew a bit more about each other than the size of your dicks and tits."

"First," Beth continued, "I'd like to introduce my swim team, who are sitting at those tables over there." Beth pointed to two tables occupied by about 15 boys and girls who looked to me like, well, boys and girls.

"Five of my kids are competing tomorrow," Beth said. "Mark, Gretchen, and Lynne are swimming. Belinda and May are both diving. Would you five please stand up?"

Four girls and a boy stood up. One of the girls looked somewhat attractive. They all looked terribly young to me, although Beth had told us earlier that the youngest person on her team was 19.

"The rest of my team will be helping us run the meet," Beth said. "I'm proud to say that every one of my swimmers has, fully voluntarily, agreed to work nude at our meet."

We all applauded that announcement. I thought a couple of the girls were blushing.

Beth went on, smiling: "My boys and girls haven't seen each other in the altogether before, at least as far as I know. This will be a new experience for them. I should tell you that I asked my swimmers to help with this, but my intention was to have them stay clothed. My team came to me and insisted on stripping down like everyone else." That brought another round of applause.

Beth stopped at a table by a lady about her own age sitting next to a much younger lady. "First, I want to introduce our one mother and daughter pair. You may remember Alice who won three events at the Big Tens and finished third at the NCAAs in 199_. Also swimming tomorrow is her daughter Susan, who is currently a top swimmer at _________ (Beth named a prominent West Coast university). I understand that their joint guest tomorrow is Alice's husband, Susan's dad."

Beth moved on to another table and stopped by a man who appeared to be in his late 20s. He had a darker complexion, waving dark hair, and the classic V build. "Probably our best credentialed competitor is Jan. Although Jan grew up and went to college in the States, he swam several events in Beijing as part of the Dutch team. I was at Beijing and saw Jan in his Speedo several times. I think we ladies, at least those of us who like men, are in for a treat tomorrow night when Jan takes the blocks without his Speedo. Part of Jan may be in the water while he's still up there. We'll have to think about whether that is a legal start."

Moving to our table, Beth said "I want to introduce someone who is a dear friend of mine. I was an assistant swim coach at ____ (naming Sara's university) when Sara swam there. I would never have guessed then that pure, innocent Sara would be the person organizing a nude swim meet, but Sara is the person who thought this up and put it together. I should also tell you that this is not Sara's first nude meet. She medaled at the INF meet two years ago in Paris, swimming nude before a crowd of about 3,000." This brought a round of applause for Sara.

Beth moved next to Trish. "I see that Sara cajoled her old teammate Trish to come as well. I will tell you that Sara and Trish are fine people and were very talented swimmers in college. I can also tell you that Sara and Trish had stunning bodies. From what I can tell so far, they both still do. While we're looking at Jan, guys you could do a lot worse than keeping your eyes on Sara and Trish."

Beth stepped over next to me. "Harry is someone whom I just met today. He is Sara's fiancé, and took her off to Martinique, which is going to be sounding damn good to me in a month or two. I understand that Harry is the person who first got Sara out of her clothes. Without him, we wouldn't be here this weekend. Sara tells me that Harry is fairly new to competitive swimming, but he has swum the meets with Sara and has posted some very good times, all swum nude. He did well for a newbie at the INF. Folks, Sara and Harry have spent a lot of time racing nude. They may have an advantage over you more modest types."

Beth then gave me a saucy look. "I teased Jan earlier, and we all know that he has a dick about four feet long. To be honest, the guy I'm looking forward to seeing tomorrow night is Harry, in the water and out." Beth winked at me and moved on.

Trish leaned over and said, "You seem to have made an impression on Beth."

Sara chimed in, "He doesn't get it. Harry thinks that he is not attractive to women."

I quickly added, "No, I've figured out that I'm attractive to the only lady who matters."

Beth continued around the room introducing the other 40 plus swimmers and divers. There were some interesting resumes and interesting stories in the room.

Finally, Beth stopped by an older man sitting next to a lady who appeared to be in her early 20s. "I started by introducing our mother-daughter pair. I wanted to save the best for last. We also have a father-daughter pair swimming tomorrow night. Alicia is a senior at (Beth named a prestigious East Coast school) and has one of last year's best times nationally in the 200 IM. She tells me that a friend of hers forwarded to her one of the e-mail that went around about this meet. Alicia became interested, but her friend chickened out. Then Alicia remembered that her father, Bob, swam in college. Alicia says that her mother was instrumental in persuading Bob to swim with us tomorrow. Bob tells me that he hasn't seen Alicia naked since she was a baby. Dad, you best get ready because I think that tomorrow night you're going to see that your daughter's all grown up and a very lovely woman. Alicia also tells me that her Mother and younger brother are coming tomorrow night and have both promised to strip down to give Alicia and Bob moral support. Folks, we are going to have whole nude families. Isn't that great?"

Despite a few odd looks, we all applauded Alicia and Bob. Beth's final statement to us as a group was, "You might want to use tonight to assemble your relay teams. I know that we have families and some couples swimming tomorrow. Let's try to break those up. Swim with someone you don't know."

The relay was a manufactured event. There was going to be a 200 meter coed relay. Each team had to alternate man-woman, but each team was allowed to set its own order of swimmers, so men and women would likely be in the water at the same time. Each swimmer also had to swim a different stroke.

Trish leaned across Sara and asked me, "Harry, do you want to swim with me?"

"I'd be honored," I replied.

Trish mused, "Now we just need two more, a guy and a girl... Wait!" I saw a gleam in Trish's eye. She got up from the table and walked across the room to where Alicia and Bob were sitting. She spoke to them for a few minutes and I saw heads nodding.

Coming back to our table, Trish said "we have our team. Alicia and Bob will swim with us. Two old guys and two hot girls. That should be fair. Alicia will do backstroke. Bob can do free and I'll do fly. Sara says you're good on the breast...stroke, I mean."

Just then, Beth walked up. "Sara, would you swim with Mark and Gretchen on the relay? I'd like to have someone I know with them. I'm going to ask Jan to be your other guy. That should give you a really fast team."

Of course, Sara agreed.

Over dinner, we chatted around the table. Also sitting with us was a married couple in their late 20s. They had met on their swim team in college. "We used to talk about doing a meet naked, but we never had the courage then to try it." The woman told us. "When I got an e-mail about this, I took it to Seth," nodding towards her husband, "and said this may be our very last chance." She lowered her voice slightly. "We thought we were doing something a bit kinky. My guest is my Dad and Seth's guest is his Mom. But, now we hear that there are whole families here. We seem pretty vanilla."

Sara and I spent most of our time talking with Trish. It turned out that she was an architect based in Chicago. She had recently won a commission to design a big-ticket museum in Florida. Her husband was an oncologist, "but, don't let that put you off," Trish said. "Larry spends enough time with people who are dying that he really does try to live every day to the full. He is really great fun."




A Traditional Swim Ch. 12



After dinner, a few people hung around to finish organizing relay teams. I went over to introduce myself to Alicia and Bob. Up close, Alicia was a very beautiful lady and Bob reminded me of a younger Robert Redford (where did they come up with these incredibly handsome people and what am I doing here?). We chatted for a few minutes. Bob walked off, and Alicia told me "I really discouraged my friend from coming here. I wanted Dad to come because I've never seen my Father naked. I talked to Mom and she thought that it was a great idea. She brought my brother in. He and I have never seen each other naked, and I'm pretty sure he's never seen Mom naked. Mom's idea is that, after this, we can take a family trip to a nude resort during my and my brother's Spring break next year. I've just got to work on her some more about my boyfriend and Josh's girlfriend coming too."

Isn't youth great?

Sara came over, took my arm, and said, "We need to get to the room. See you tomorrow Alicia."

Alicia giggled. "Yeah, I guess a lot of people will see me tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it."

Up in our room, Sara and I quickly stripped and began fondling each other. "All of those people will be stark naked tomorrow night, and we'll be among them," Sara mused. "Beth and I did a pretty good job of getting a group of competitors who are physically attractive, didn't we?"

"Was that a goal?" I asked.

"Of course, if everyone's going to be nude, we wanted people nice to look at."

"Well, you certainly accomplished that," I complimented her.

"And we have some genuinely good people. I hadn't seen Trish in years, but she's a dear and very bright and beautiful." Sara sat up on the bed, kissed me, and said, "If this goes right, we've got several people we might have fun with after the meet." Then she kissed me again.

I now understood why we had all had to submit recent STD test results.

Sara has a very precise routine on meet days. We were up early and had a light breakfast. After a short walk in the brisk morning air, we went back to the room, stripped, and started shaving each other all over. Body hair creates resistance in the water, and Sara likes us to have shaved pubes.

About halfway through my shaving Sara there was a knock on our door. I went over and opened the door. There was Trish in a bathrobe with a fully dressed man. Trish said, "Harry, this is my husband Larry." Larry and I shook hands. "Larry has never really shaved me," Trish continued. "I was hoping you could help him."

I looked at Larry who was smiling and nodding in agreement. "I'll be honored," I said. "Let me finish up Sara."

"Great," said Trish and she took off her robe. She was nude underneath and had a body almost as perfect as Sara's. "Once we're both done, Sara and I can shave you," Trish said.

I went back to work on Sara with Trish and Larry watching. The last thing we always did was Sara's butt hairs. She rolled over, and I spread her cheeks. Sara's gorgeous rosebud was fully disclosed to Trish and Larry. I knew Sara was enjoying their inspection. I explained, primarily to Larry, "Sara doesn't have much hair back here. It wouldn't affect her swimming to leave this alone, but it is an aesthetic thing." Trish reached down to hold Sara's cheek apart as I carefully cut the few hairs with a small pair of scissors.

Fully shaved, Sara stood up, twirled, and asked "How do I look?"

In unison, Trish, Larry, and I said "exquisite."

I had Larry take his wife into the bathroom to shower her and lightly dry her. Trish came back out and lay down on a towel on the massage table we had borrowed. Sara shaved some light hair off of Trish's arms and a bit of stubble off of her legs. Trish then spread her legs and said to her husband, "Dear, watch this closely, this is one of the fun parts."

Trish had a neatly trimmed, but rather extensive blonde bush. I carefully wet her public hair again, and applied shave cream. Moving very carefully (it would have been sacrilegious to mark something as beautiful as Trish's mound); I shaved her blonde bush off. I took the small, very sharp scissors, and carefully cut the few rogue hairs around her cunt.

"Be sure to check inside," Trish told me. So I used my fingers to spread her cunt lips. Of course, there was no hair. Before I let go, I used my index finger to rub her clit a couple of times. Then I looked at Larry, who reached down and fingered his wife's clit.

"You guys are too good," Trish sighed.

I took some of the lotion that Sara uses and rubbed it gently all over Trish's mound. Sara told me that the lotion removed any burn from the shaving and increased her sensitivity.

Trish asked, "May I have some on my clit too?"

I held the bottle towards Larry, but he said, "Go ahead, you're doing a fine job."

I knew how to do this because Sara liked it on her clit too. I squeezed a fair amount of lotion onto my index finger. With my other hand, I exposed her clit again, and began rubbing the lotion more vigorously than I had on her mound. Trish moaned a time or two and squeezed Larry's dick through his trousers.

Trish then said, "don't forget my ass" and rolled over. Sara spread her cheeks. I didn't see a single hair. However, and I know this sounds weird, like Sara, Trish had a beautiful asshole. I couldn't resist running a finger over it, which elicited an appreciative moan from Trish.

With Trish done, it was my turn. I was a larger project since I naturally have light hair over my arms, chest, legs, and pubes. Sara shaved one arm while Trish shaved the other. Each lady took a side of my chest and worked to the middle. Sara shaved my right leg while Trish did my left. Both ladies started right at my groin, which meant that both ladies were handling my dick and balls.

When it came to shaving my pubes and ball sack, Sara did the shaving but had Trish hold my dick out of the way. Trish was gently rubbing the underside of my head with her index finger, so I was fairly hard when I was told to roll over. Unfortunately, my ass is rather hairy. Sara spread my cheeks and let Trish shave away. Suddenly, I felt a finger penetrating my asshole, going all the way to my prostate, which was rubbed for a few seconds. A moment later, Trish said, "Larry always enjoys that." Of course, even a short prostate massage produces a raging hard-on.

Done with my ass, Sara told me to roll back over. "I'm going to try some of my lotion on you," Sara said. She squeezed from her bottle into Trish's hand and Trish then began rubbing the lotion up the length of my shaft and all over my head. Sara then put more lotion on my balls. The lotion tingled in a pleasant way, and felt like it was drawing more blood into my dick. I now understood why Sara liked the lotion.

Shaving done, Sara and Trish went into the other room. Standing up with a massive hard-on, I gave Larry a questioning look.

"Don't worry," Larry said. "Trish and I have been married 13 years. We each have permission from the other to play a bit, but we usually do it in each other's presence. We understand the difference between sex and love. We may, and do, play with other partners; but, at the end of the evening, we go home together."

"Sara and I have the same relationship," I said. I saw Larry's eyes light a bit, which was understandable. Every hetero man who sees Sara, especially those who see her nude, wants to fuck her. "That is up to her," I said, "but if she's ok with it, so am I."

Trish and Larry left our room shortly after the shaving was done. The next part of Sara's meet day routine was a nap. It was odd to me that, for most of my life, I could not actually sleep if someone else was too close to me. With Sara, it was the exact opposite. We both slept best tightly entwined with each other. Often, Sara would guide me into her and we would fall asleep in a coital position.

The meet started at 6:30. We walked up to the natatorium door about 5:45. A discrete sign on the door said "Closed for Maintenance." Stepping inside, we were greeted by a young lady with brown hair who was completely nude. Flashing a 1,000 watt smile, she extended her hand and said "Good evening, I'm Megan." Megan was one of Beth's swimmers. I had seen her clothed the night before and she had made no impression. Tonight, it was not only that she looked fantastic naked, but she also projected more confidence and presence. The transformation was startling.

Megan took our names and checked off her list of competitors. "Obviously," she said, "you are free to use either locker room. We aren't issuing locks tonight, but a team member will be in each locker room at all times, so your stuff will be safe. I'll just remind you of the rule: competitors must be completely naked within 10 minutes of entering the building and you need to stay naked until you leave. I hope that you guys have great swims tonight."

Heading towards a locker room, I couldn't resist. I turned and said, "Megan, nude looks wonderful on you."

Megan's 1,000 watt smile went up to 10,000 watts. "You really think so? Thank you, that is so sweet."

"Sweet" is about as good as a guy my age gets from a lady her age.

Sara and I stripped down quickly and walked out into the pool area. There Beth was directing her team on the last minute preparations. Beth was another lady who changed dramatically by taking her clothes off. It wasn't just that Beth had a great body, although she did. Her whole manner seemed different. She seemed more confident and happier. She almost glowed.

Walking up to Sara, Beth said "We're going to have to run the diving concurrent with the races or we'll be here all night. Think that will cause any problem?"

Sara said, "No that will be fine." Then Sara giggled, "But Felicia is going to be pissed that she isn't the absolute center of attention."

Beth smiled, "Ain't life a bitch." Both ladies laughed.

As 6:30 approached, the seats were filling up with mainly clothed people while the pool deck was filling with nude swimmers. I could see Larry sitting in the stands, naked as instructed.

Bob and Alicia came up accompanied by an attractive lady who looked to be early 40s and a very fit young man. All four were nude. Bob lightly put his hand on the older woman's shoulder. "Harry, this is my wife Leslie." 

Leslie extended her hand and we shook. Then she said, "What the hell" and gave me a hug. "What's the point of running around naked if you can't hug a few strange guys?" Leslie explained.

I made introductions between Leslie and Sara. Leslie then brought the young man forward. "This is our son Josh. He's a junior at ____ (naming a well known university in New York)." I could see Sara looking at Josh's groin and I understood why. For a slender man, Josh had an extraordinarily long and thick penis. I was starting to feel inadequate again.

My feelings of inadequacy were quickly forgotten when Alicia stepped forward and gave me a very tight hug. Releasing me, she smiled. "Like Mom said." Alicia felt good.

A few minutes later, Beth blew an air horn to get everyone's attention. She also had a wireless microphone in her hand. Beth's voice came over the natatorium's PA system

"I want to welcome our competitors to our first nude swim meet. Hopefully, this will become at least an annual event. We have some great swimmers here tonight and I think you'll see some exciting races. But, let's be honest. We're not turning these times into USA Swimming. Everyone takes their swimming seriously, but the point of tonight is to have fun. Remember, you're naked. Show off a bit." With that, Beth raised her arms over her head, lifting her breasts, and twitched her hips. "See and be seen."

Beth continued, "I also want to welcome our guests. You are, of course, welcome to stay dressed. However, we hope that you will want to share the spirit and the joy of this evening. Also, because all of us are naked, we've turned the heat up in the building. With the heat and humidity, you are likely to be more comfortable with nothing on."

With that, the meet began. I was swimming a fairly modest schedule: 100 and 200 breast and free and, of course, a relay leg. Sara, however, had a huge schedule: 50, 100, and 200 fly and back and the 200 IM as well as a relay leg.

While my 100s were ok but not great, I surprised myself in the 200 breast. This race had the full eight swimmers, but the clear favorite was Jan. He went out to a fast start and probably had half a pool length on the field after the first turn. However, Sara's rigorous training paid off and I was able to reel him in over the last four laps. I touched about half an arm length ahead of Jan to win the race. Damn, I'd beaten an Olympian (even if his Olympics was seven years ago).

Sara, Trish, and Susan were the class of the field in the ladies' butterfly races. Susan won the 50 with Sara second and Trish third. Trish won the 100 ahead of Sara and Susan. Sara took the 200 in front of Trish and Susan. The backstroke featured Sara, Alicia, and one of Beth's swimmers. Again, Sara won the longest distance.

The ladies' IM was a featured race near the end of the evening. Megan was starting the ladies' races, and she tended to hold the swimmers in the set position. Knowing that and knowing that Sara and Alicia had the two middle lanes, I wandered over behind the blocks for the ladies' IM start. Bob had beaten me there. All eight lanes were being used. As the ladies stepped up on their blocks, none was truly ugly but Sara and Alicia stood out.

Megan called the swimmers set which meant that they were fully exposed to those of us standing behind the blocks. Megan held them long enough for us to savor how wonderful Sara and Alicia looked in that position. Once the gun went, Bob turned to me.

"This sounds a bit sick, and I know she's my daughter, but damn did Alicia look great up there."

I replied, "Bob, don't worry about it. I'm pretty sure that she wanted you to see her."

Bob added, "Your friend Sara looked awfully nice also."

"Well, as far as I'm concerned, Sara is far and away the most beautiful lady alive," I said. I added, "Knowing Sara, I know she wanted us to see her."

The ladies' IM was a very tight race. To me, it looked like five swimmers all touched out simultaneously. After some discussion, it was decided that Alicia had won by a hundredth of a second and that there was a three-way dead heat for second among Sara, Susan, and one of Beth's swimmers. Trish did not swim the IM, but stood with Bob and me for much of the race. "I'm too damned old for an IM," Trish told me. Her gorgeous nude body belied that assertion.

The last race was the coed relay. Having friends in high places helped again. Beth made the lane assignments and had given the teams with her two former swimmers, Trish and Sara, the middle lanes. Trish had decided our order of swimming. She would go first doing fly followed by Bob swimming free. Alicia would go third doing backstroke, and I would anchor swimming breast. Sara's team was using the same order of strokes, but, apparently hoping to take control early, Sara's team was leading off with Jan.

Trish swam a fantastic 50 meters, but Jan showed us that he had been an Olympian and had opened about a 7 meter lead. Bob, swimming against the other lady on Sara's team, cut that to a body length. Alicia went in against the other guy on Sara's team (violating an unwritten rule that only ladies were doing backstroke that night). Alicia smoked him so I had a three body length lead as I dove in to swim breaststroke against Sara. 

Fifty meters, two laps, is a sprint and sprinting is not my strength. I also tend to forget that Sara is substantially younger than I am. I was reminded that night. Sara made up the distance and blew by me in the last ten yards. Looking to my right, I saw Sara's beautiful bare ass in front of me just before she touched. I managed to barely hang on for second, touching out the guy from Beth's team.

Although I had blown our lead, climbing out of the pool, I was rewarded with a simultaneous nude hug from Trish and Alicia. After the relay, Beth got on the PA again, thanking everyone, and the meet was over. Walking up to Sara and me on the pool deck, Beth smiled and softly said, "You guys don't leave." I also saw her talking to Bob and Alicia, Larry and Trish, and Megan.

Sara and I helped Beth and her swimmers get things put away and cleaned up. After about a half an hour, everyone had left except Beth, Megan, Larry, Trish, Bob, Leslie, Alicia, Josh, Sara, and I. Beth nodded to Megan who walked off. The rest of us chatted for a few minutes, naked on the pool deck. The enthusiastic consensus was that the meet had been a great idea and needed to become a regular event. Megan stepped back out and nodded towards Beth.

Beth said to the rest of us, "Why don't we go to the training room. There's a hot tub back there." We followed Beth back. In the training room, there was a spread of meats, cheeses, and other food, and a selection of good beer and wine.

The tub was already on. Beth said, "It will be a tight fit, but we're all friends." It was a tight fit. Bob, Leslie, and Alicia got in, followed by Larry and Beth and that appeared to be capacity. 

Leslie looked over to me and said, "Come on Harry, you can fit behind me." Sara nodded at me, so I slid in behind Leslie. It was tight and, as Leslie wriggled to make room, her buttocks spread and my dick was caught between them. Leslie reached back and patted my hip. Megan walked around the tub handing out drinks. That done, she turned her attention to Josh, who seemed equally interested in Megan. Having my dick in Leslie's ass was giving me another hard-on. 

Trish and Sara were still outside the tub. I saw Trish and Sara exchange a smile. Then Trish came over, tapped Leslie on the shoulder, and said, "Excuse me. May I slide in front of Harry?"

Alicia had just gotten out of the tub, which gave Leslie room to move over by Larry. Trish put her hands on my shoulders and slid into the tub facing me. As I said, Leslie had given me a boner and Trish slid right onto it. Glancing at Sara, I saw her smiling and nodding. Permission granted, I began humping her former teammate. There wasn't much room to move in the tub, but I had accidentally hit Trish's spot. She was soon gripping me and moaning softly. Because of the limited room, I couldn't be too energetic, which prolonged our tryst. I was not complaining. Trish was a beautiful lady and felt wonderful. She had been right the night before. I was convinced that Larry had chosen very wisely. Finally, Trish screamed and had a shuddering orgasm.

Relaxing, Trish kissed me. Then she said, "But you didn't come."

"Don't worry about that," I said, "you did and that's the important part."

Leslie had heard Trish. To me, she said, "You didn't come so you're still good." Looking out of the tub at her daughter, Leslie said, "Alicia, would you like to come in here and fuck Harry?"

"Very much," Alicia answered.

Leslie turned to me, "Harry would you like to fuck our daughter?"

I looked at Sara who was grinning and nodding. Turning back to Leslie, I said, "I'd love to if it is ok with everyone."

At that point, Bob chimed in. "Harry, she's an adult and she's been hot for you since she met you last night. I'd much rather that she has you between her legs than a lot of guys."

Wow, parental permission.

Trish got out of the tub and Alicia came in, guiding my throbbing boner into her. Alicia held me very tight and whispered in my ear, "Please come inside of me. I'm on the pill."

Beth and Larry had gotten out of the tub, and Bob and Leslie got out, so Alicia and I had a lot more room than Trish and I had. We made full use of it. Alicia was an athlete with excellent muscle control and outstanding sexual technique. She was also very vocal, telling me exactly where she was at every moment. We took our sweet time and savored each other, but we were able to achieve simultaneous orgasms. I came harder inside Alicia than I had ever come with any lady other than Sara.




A Traditional Swim Ch. 12



Exhausted, Alicia and I kissed tenderly several times. Then, I decided that I'd best get out of the tub and see what my fiancé was up to.

Sara, it turned out, was with Megan and Josh doing a bit of tutoring. When I first came up, Sara was showing Megan how to get Josh hard. That accomplished, it was freaking how big Josh was. Leslie had walked over and whispered in my ear, "My boy's impressive, isn't he?"

Sara had moved on to teaching Josh had to get a lady ready. First, Sara took Josh had and placed it between her legs, guiding his index finger into her cunt. "Feel how wet I am?" Sara asked.

Josh nodded.

Then Sara put Josh's hand between Megan's legs, guiding his finger into Megan. "Is she as wet?" Sara asked.

"She's wet, but not as wet as you," Josh responded.

"Well," Sara said, "you have a bit of work to do." Guiding Megan onto a treatment table, Sara spread her legs and pushed back the hood of Megan's clit. "Josh, I want you to start licking her there."

Josh dutifully began licking Megan's clit. "Megan, how does that feel?" Sara asked.

"Good," Megan said. Then, she almost immediate had a sharp intake of breath. "That was great!"

"Josh, keep your tongue right where it is," Sara commanded.

This scene was incredibly erotic. Leslie was standing on one side of me and Alicia had come up on the other. Both mother and daughter were stroking my dick.

After a few more minutes, Sara said, "Ok Josh, that's enough." Megan looked slightly disappointed, but Sara assured her that "we're only getting started."

Sara leaned back on another table, spreading her legs. "Over here Josh." As Josh came close, Sara guided his massive dick into her cunt. "God, Megan, you are going to enjoy this" Sara exclaimed. "Josh, push your pelvis into me. Get a regular rhythm." 

After letting Josh hump her for a few minutes, Sara sat up. "That's good. Megan, lay back, legs spread." Megan did as she was told and we could see that she was very wet.

Sara led Josh to the table where Megan was lying. "Josh, up on the table. On top of Megan, but don't put all your weight on her." Sara reached between the two young people and guided Josh into Megan. "Now Josh, thrust like you did into me."

Josh had gotten the idea and Megan was soon very much enjoying his massive member. Sara walked over to me. We hugged and I squeezed her ass. "Good work," I whispered in her ear.

After Josh and Megan cemented their new friendship, things sort of broke up. Leslie, Bob, Alicia, Josh, and Megan left together. Trish, Larry, Beth, Sara, and I went back to our room, where we proved that five people could share one bed.

The swim meet was a stunning success on several levels. Besides being fun in itself, it allowed Sara to re-establish close relationships with Trish and Beth, who, along with Larry, also became very good friends of mine. Sara and I acquired some other good friends in Leslie, Bob, Alicia, Josh, and Megan (I will add that Josh and Megan became an item and are still together today). All of those wonderful people visited us on the island many times. Those visits, however, are stories for another day.



A Traditional Swim Ch. 13



This story is part of a series. Chapters 1 through 12 will provide context. Hopefully, however, this story may also be enjoyed as a stand-alone work.

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The nude swim meet in New England had stoked Sara's desire to train and compete. We had only been back on the island about ten days when Sara informed me that we would be leaving for Central Florida. Sara had been on the phone with Beth, her old coach. Another friend of Beth's now coached the women's swim team at a fairly major school in Florida. The team was about to start pre-season practices, and the coach had agreed that Sara and I could train with them until the season started.

I looked at Sara questioningly when she told me this. Sara insists on training, and competing, nude and insists that I swim nude with her. I had trouble imaging that a college coach would allow this.

Sara said, "I know what you are thinking. No, we are not taking suits. After Beth put me in touch with the coach, I spoke to her and explained myself. She asked her team and says that all of her swimmers were ok with the three of us training with them nude."

"Three of us?" I asked.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot. Trish had a 'personality conflict' at her job and 'resigned.' Fired more likely, but she has time on her hands and is coming down to train too."

To my limited experience, Trish was a very easygoing person. If she had a "personality conflict," I had to believe that the other person was a real jerk.

"Is Larry coming," I asked.

"No, he can't take the time off. You're stuck with just me and Trish."

I would not characterize time with Sara and Trish as "stuck." They are about the two most intelligent and personable people I know, and Trish is almost as beautiful as Sara.

Being the dutiful male in the couple, I acquiesced and ask where, specifically, we were going and when did we leave. After Sara told me, I figured that Captiva was not going to be that far away.

"Maybe we can go over and visit Karen and her husband," I suggested.

"If you want to do that, you'd better plan it for the end of the trip. We're training two-a-days six days a week. I'm expecting that we'll both be pretty whipped on the off day," Sara responded.

I wasn't entirely thrilled with the image of an aquatic concentration camp that this conjured. Still, it was something Sara wanted to do. Seeing Trish would be a pleasure. And, I'd be training nude with a college women's swim team. There had to be some value in that. I sent Karen an e-mail to see if she and her husband would be available when my swimming boot camp was over.

Three days later, we had met Trish at Orlando airport and the three of us were in the rental car heading for the college. Sara had booked us into a reasonably nice hotel a couple of blocks from the college. "I only booked one room. Since we'll be spending five or six hours together nude each day, I didn't think privacy was a big issue," Sara explained.

The hotel was a glitch. Sara had booked a room with two queen size beds. There was some sort of convention in town and all that was available was one king. Sara took it, and then gave me a look. "Don't get any ideas, bud. You'll be too beat to do anything other than sleep."

After dropping our bags in what turned out to be a reasonably nice room, we walked to the natatorium to meet the swim coach. The natatorium turned out to be a large and very modern building. Going in the glass front doors, we were confronted with a receptionist. I had been expecting something a bit less formal. This seemed a bit high-powered and corporate for what we had in mind.

After a few minutes a slender woman with long, straight brown hair walked into the reception area. She looked to be in her late 30s or early 40s. "Sara?" she asked and extended her hand to Sara. "I'm Lauren ____, head women's swim coach.

Lauren led us through double doors, and we began to get a scent of chlorine, as she explained some basics. "This facility just opened last year. We have separate men's and women's training pools and then the competition pool with spectator seating. Due to our climate, water sports are a large part of life in Florida so it seemed to make sense for the Athletic Department to emphasize swimming and diving."

Lauren went on, "right now we have 20 swimmers and three divers on the team. Everyone is on scholarship." Lauren chuckled, "I may have to ask you three to hide a few times as I expect that we will have a few recruits and, maybe, parents visiting practice. Ordinarily, I have two assistants, but Shelly, my diving coach, is still recovering from surgery. You'll meet Gail at practice tomorrow."

Lauren shifted to our situation. "When Beth first called me to say that you were looking for a team to work out with and explained your training preference, I thought it was a great idea. Then I thought about what University Administration would say. It isn't unusual or improper for us to have other swimmers workout with us in pre-season, but they usually wear suits. Still, because Beth assured me that you're serious swimmers, I admire what you're doing. So, I talked it over with my team. I explained that there would be a man and he would be nude throughout practice as would two women. Well, you know a bunch of college-age girls. Most of them thought it would be a hoot. We do have a fairly straight-laced freshman, Heather. I think she went along with the idea mainly out of peer pressure from her teammates. Heather is my youngest. She just turned 18 over the summer and had a pretty sheltered upbringing. I think that she is still finding being away from home at college a bit disorienting. She is a hell of a swimmer though. So, what I'm telling you is that no one beyond my team knows about you or what you're doing. Please be low-key. And, you probably ought to keep some distance from Heather. You'll notice her immediately: short, blonde, with this incredibly innocent face and a body I wish I had."

Lauren had some special instructions for me. "It is fine if Sara and Trish use the locker room with the team; but I didn't think I could ask my team to shower with a man. Harry, you will change, or undress, and shower in the visitor's locker room. There may be some equipment and training staff people in there, but they'll be dressed. Ok?"

I nodded that it was fine with me.

Lauren summed up. "Ok. Practice starts at 5:00 a.m. tomorrow. We'll run until 8:00. Obviously, you don't need to attend the team meetings, so you'll be back at 4:00 p.m. for the afternoon practice until 7:30. Don't worry; we'll swim your ass into the ground." Lauren smiled and we were dismissed.

As we walked out, Trish said, with a tone of sarcasm, "She's pretty relaxed."

Sara laughed. "I have to get you two in shape. I'm just sorry Larry couldn't come."

We walked around a while, had a light dinner, and went to sleep early. The next morning, we were up at 4:00 and walking to the natatorium as the sun shone on the horizon. We each carried a small gym bag, more as cover than anything else. Mine contained swim goggles and a combination lock. 

We went in and walked past Lauren's office. We saw a couple of young-looking women going into a room marked "Lockers." Sara ran up and asked, "Where are the visitor's lockers?"

An attractive brunette who was halfway through the door turned and came back into the hallway. "Are you the people who will be swimming with us?" she asked. Sara nodded. The brunette gave each of us a long, appraising look. Then she smiled. Gesturing to Sara and Trish, she said "this is the team lockers. You can go on in." Nodding to be, she said "this way."

I followed the brunette further down the hall to another door marked "Lockers." She opened the door for me. "You're in here. I'm Ashley by the way." I introduced myself. Ashley said, "See you in a few." She smiled, winked, then turned and went back down the hall.

I walked into the vacant locker room. It was quite large. I picked out a cubicle, emptied my few valuables into the bottom, shut the lid, and fastened it with my lock. I took off my clothes and hung them on the hangers. Nude, I went into the shower and wetted down. I toweled off enough so that I wasn't dripping. Then I saw the door marked "POOL." I took a breath, opened the door, and was hit with the warm, humid, chlorinated air of an indoor pool.

At the other end of the people were a number of women. As far as I could tell they all wore dark blue one-piece suits; high on the chest on sides cut very high on the hips. The suits were also very tight and I could discern several excellent profiles. Someone noticed me and pointed. Not surprisingly, everyone stopped and looked at me. I guess they weren't used to having a naked man at practice. Finally noticing a blonde showing a lot more flesh than the others, I walked along the pool deck towards Sara and the swim team.

Sara, completely naked too, walked up and gave me a kiss. Behind her were two girls in the practice suits. One I recognized as Ashley. Sara turned between us. "Harry, I think that you already met Ashley."

With a big grin, Ashley said "very nice to see you again."

Sara gestured towards a tall blonde with a stunning figure. "This is Sandy. She and Ashley have already been very helpful."

Sandy stepped forward, extended her hand, and we shook. "It is good to meet you," Sandy said. "I admire your courage going naked with a pool full of women, although I gather from Sara that you're pretty used to going naked just about anywhere. Anyway, glad that you're here. If I can do anything, except swim your laps, just ask."

At that point, Trish walked out of the locker room, also nude, talking to Lauren. Lauren clapped her hands sharply and her swimmers sat down on some risers at the starting block end of the pool. Sara, Trish, and I stood, naked, against a wall.

Lauren outlined the morning workout, which sounded daunting. Then she told her team, "As you know, we have some guests who will be with us for preseason workouts." Turning to us, Lauren said, "Please come over and introduce yourselves."

We walked over and stood naked in front of 20 college girls in tight one-piece swimsuits, said our names, and thanked them for the opportunity to work out with them. Lauren said, "As you can see, our guests aren't wearing anything. We talked about this. Sara, Trish, and Harry will be nude anytime they are in the pool area." Glancing out me, Lauren said, "You're welcome to look, but behave yourselves."

Standing there in front of the women's swim team, I did feel exposed. Sara reached out and took my hand. Exposed actually felt pretty nice. 

Looking over the swimmers, I noticed one blonde-haired girl sitting slightly away from the others. She had a heart-shaped face and, from what I could see, a fantastic body. That must be Heather. She appeared to be thinking about something. Then she looked up and we made eye contact for a moment.

Lauren clapped her hands again and yelled, "Ok, 20 warm-up laps." The girls lined up at the end of each of four of the six lanes, diving in in quick intervals. Ashley stood in the line closest to me and gestured for me to go in front of her. As I watched the ass and legs of the girl in front of me go in the water, Ashley said, "keep your spacing. We don't want you swimming up Carol's ass, but don't dog it or you'll have me in your crack." I could think of worse things to happen, but dove in determined to pull my weight.

After the warm up, Lauren put us through swims of various distances which had to be done within a prescribed time. Missing the time meant ten extra laps in the sixth lane, which was reserved for penalty laps. Following that were laps with a practice board, using only your kick to propel you through the water. After about an hour, it seemed longer, Lauren called a short break. Getting out of the pool, I quickly drank a lot of water from a fountain and sat down on the risers. Sara and Trish were chatting with team members. I was already tired.

A slender girl walked up, extended her hand, and said "hello, I'm Kay."

"Hello Kay. Pleased to meet you."

"It's a bit rough, isn't it?"

I smiled. "I'm glad to hear you say that. I thought only the old guy was wearing out."

Kay sat down a bit away from me. "No, Coach always makes the first couple of days a bitch. It gets better from there. May I ask you something?

"Certainly," I responded.

"I'm ok with it, but why are you swimming naked?"

I gave Kay a short history of my relationship with Sara.

"That's cool." Kay said. "How does it feel?"

"It truly feels great," I responded.

"Even with all of us girls here?" Kay was smiling by now.

I smiled back. "Yes, even with all of you girls here."

Lauren clapped her hands again and it was in the pool for another long session. We got one more break and finished practice with 40 laps. I almost crawled to the shower at about the same time in the morning that a lot of normal people were waking up.

I met Sara and Trish in the hallway. Sara looked fresh as always. Trish, however, leaned exaggeratedly on my arm and said "Jesus that was tough. We're doing this again in eight hours?"

Sara, disgustingly chipper, said "Yes, two weeks of two-a-days, "and smiled broadly. 

Ashley and Sandy came out of the locker room. Ashley said, "We don't have class until 10:00. Do you guys want to get something to eat?" We walked with Ashley and Sandy to a small place off of campus. 

Sandy explained, "It is health food, so the menu sounds a bit weird but it mostly tastes pretty good and we've learned that it beats hell out of eating at Mickey D's during preseason practice."

We had a surprisingly good meal. Ashley and Sandy asked us a number of questions about our nude lifestyle. After Sara told them about the international nude meet in France a year or so ago, Sandy said "that sounds like a great time." Ashley nodded agreement.

Ashley and Sandy left to go to class. Sara wanted to roam around, but Trish and I both wanted to go back to the room. Sara said she'd meet us at the room later and walked off. Trish and I walked, slowly, back to the hotel. Once in the room, we stripped, fell into bed together, and slept.

Sara woke us about 2:30 and gave an enthusiastic monologue about all the great things she had discovered in the town. Trish and I were more focused on the longer practice session starting at 4:00 p.m.

The next morning, I was doubly surprised. First, I was not nearly as sore as I had expected to be. Second, I had spent the night in the same bed with two very beautiful nude women and sex had been the farthest thing from all of our minds.

We fell into a routine built around swim practice. Basically, we were living the same life as the team members except we didn't have classes. We were also making friends with the team members, except for Heather.

In the hallway after Friday evening's practice, Kay came up to the three of us. "We're having a party tomorrow after practice. You guys are welcome to come. Here's a sheet with the directions. Oh, and, we don't tell Coach about our parties."

The second Saturday practice started at two, so we were down by five. Outside, Kay asked if we were coming to the party. Sara said that we were, after we went back to the hotel to clean up. "Can we bring anything?" Sara asked.

Kay shook her head, "no, just show up. We'll be glad to see you."

Sara, Trish, and I went back to the hotel and cleaned up. Sara and Trish both put on sundresses with nothing underneath, and both looked stunning. I pulled on a pair of shorts and one of my old Northwestern t-shirts. We walked several blocks away from campus into a leafy, seemingly upscale residential neighborhood. The houses were farther apart and well maintained. The address Kay had given us was a large older home that sat well off of the street with a number of well-established trees in the yard.

After we knocked, Ashley opened the door. "I am so glad that you came," she said. Sandy came out of another room and gave each of Sara and Trish a quick hug. Ashley explained that she and Sandy rented the house. It was a nice house and I said so.

"Well, Dad pays for it and Dad has a lot of money," Ashley said almost apologetically.

A tall, athletic-looking young man came into the hall. Sandy introduced him as her boyfriend Rob. Rob was followed by a shorter young man.

Ashley introduced the shorter man, "And this is Kent. Kent and I are seeing each other." Apparently, Kent had yet to achieve boyfriend status with the lovely Ashley.

Ashley motioned us out of the hallway, "Come on. Everyone is in the back yard." We followed Ashley out of the hallway, through a kitchen door, and down a short flight of steps into a large, leafy, and semi-secluded yard. I could see an upstairs window of another house through the trees. It looked like the entire swim team was there, along with a few other girls and a fair number of guys who I assumed were boyfriends. While I could see an ice chest with beer and a few bottles of wine on a picnic table, it seemed to be much quieter and decorous than the college parties I remembered from my distant youth. I looked, but I didn't see Heather at the party.

Kay came up and hugged all three of us. "I am so happy that you guys came. Let me introduce you to the folks you don't already know." With that, Kay undertook the task of introducing us around. Of course, the swimmers all knew us and our story. Explaining what we were doing there to some of the boyfriends and other girls brought disbelief. One guy in particular, who seemed to be paired up with a slightly Hispanic-looking backstroker, was especially dubious.

"I absolutely do not believe that, every day, you three take all of your clothes off and go through swim practice nude. Nope. No way."

A slight smile played on Kay's face. She turned to Sara, Trish, and me and said, "Would you be willing to show him your practice uniforms?"

It never took much prompting to get us naked. Sara whipped her sundress over her head. I quickly peeled off my t-shirt and dropped my shorts. After a moment, Trish said "what the hell" and pulled her own sundress over her head. The doubting Thomas was speechless, I assume because Sara and Trish look so incredibly beautiful with nothing on.

Ashley walked over smiling. "I was hoping that we'd get you guys naked. Here, let me put your clothes in the house. I'll get them for you when you're ready to leave." Ashley had decided that we'd stay nude for the whole party. Oh well, it was a very pleasant evening to go naked.

Everyone adjusted to our nudity surprisingly well. We, of course, were more comfortable with nothing on including, by this time, Trish. Mainly, we mixed and chatted. We learned that Sandy's boyfriend, Rob, was a senior pitcher on the school baseball team. Rob had been drafted the year before, very late, by the White Sox. As he got ready for his senior season, he was trying to decide whether he wanted to try minor league ball after college.

"I don't really have major league stuff, but I'm not sure that I'm ready to quit playing. Besides, sitting in an office all day doesn't sound like a good time. I'll probably end up there, but I don't think I'm ready for that yet," he said. I asked how Sandy affected his plans. "Sandy is a really great lady, and I love her a lot. But, she wants to be a swim coach. I think Coach Lauren will give her a year or two here as an unpaid grad assistant, but she's going to have to move around to climb up that ladder. If she's going to live a nomadic life, there's no reason I shouldn't. Whether the relationship will survive that, well we'll have to see."

We also learned that the guy Ashley was "seeing," Kent, was not an athlete but was a poli sci major like Ashley. Sara let slip that I had twice been a candidate for public office, unsuccessfully, and had managed two winning campaigns. "That was before he decided to go swimming with no clothes on and met me," Sara grinned.




A Traditional Swim Ch. 13



Ashley, however, was fascinated. "That's what I'd like to do is work on campaigns. I've volunteered some and the energy was fantastic."

"Well, any campaign takes a long time and it completely takes over your life," I cautioned. "It is great when you win, but losing makes you think long and hard about how you just wasted the last year or so. Losing is hard." I paused for a second, and then took a slight risk. "Ashley, you might think about being a candidate. You strike me as a very bright lady and advertisers will tell you that the public, men and women both, respond favorably to a beautiful woman."

Ashley blushed slightly. "Well, thank you. Maybe I'll think about that." Standing behind her, Kent's expression made me think that he was not pleased with my compliment to his girl.

Fatigued from the intense practices I assume, most of the team and their friends drifted away pretty early. By 9:00 p.m., it was only Ashley, Kent, Sandy, Rob, Kay, and the three of us sitting in the yard. Sandy prompted Sara to tell Kay, Rob, and Kent about our recent nude swim meet in New England.

After Sara finished her story, Kay said, "Yeah, I can see that would be a lot of fun."

Ashley agreed. "Yes, I might like to try something like that."

"WHAT!" Kent exploded. "Show yourself off to a bunch of people?"

Ashley responded, "Well, I don't think it is as much showing off as swimming without a suit; but, what's wrong with showing off? I've got a nice body; at least you seem to like it."

"That's different," Kent responded.

"Not really, and it does sound like it would be fun," Ashley replied.

"No. Absolutely not." Kent said emphatically. Then he went the step too far: "I would not let you do that."

I could see fire in Ashley's eyes. Slowly and coldly, she said "It is not up to you to decide what I do."

I got the sense that this argument was just a manifestation of some larger dispute in Ashley's relationship with Kent. Rather than say anything else, Kent stood up and left. After we heard the front door close, Sandy said "I'm not too sure we'll be seeing Kent back."

Ashley replied, a bit heatedly, "That's perfectly ok. He seems to think that he owns me. I don't need that."

Sandy turned to Rob. "Well, Rob, what would you do if I told you that I was going to swim in a nude swim meet?"

Rob thought for a moment. "First, I would make sure that I could get in to watch you swim. "

"And second?" Sandy asked.

"I'd probably ask whether there was a men's race I could enter. I'm not a bad swimmer, you know."

Sandy leaned over and gave Rob a long kiss.

Rob finally broke from Sandy, and I didn't blame him for not hurrying. He looked at me. "Harry, what does it feel like for you to be naked for hours with all those girls in suits?"

I paused, wondering exactly how I should answer that. I guess the couple of glasses of wine I'd had led me to tell the truth.

"As you probably know, a one-piece racer's suit on a girl is incredibly sexy." Rob nodded his agreement. I went on "There is a thrill is seeing all those beautiful bodies in just that tight spandex and knowing that my bare dick is just inches away and they can all see me. Yeah, there's a sexual thrill to it."

Kay leaned forward. "You think we look sexy in our suits?"

I nodded. "Absolutely."

"Even me?"

"Especially you, Kay."

"And you like us looking at you?"

I nodded to Kay.

Ashley chimed in. "We've all done a lot of looking. Harry, you're not bad to look at, for an old guy." Ashley smiled.

Sara chimed in, "Well, he's not bad to look at for any age guy, I think."

Ashley said, "I never really thought about you looking at us. We are pretty well outlined, aren't we?"

"And it flatters all of you," I replied.

Sandy said "Sara is Harry always this sweet?"

Trish spoke up, "I can vouch that, other than my husband, Harry admires and respects women more than any man I've met."

This was getting way too syrupy for me, so I changed the subject. "Where are your divers?"

Sandy replied, "Our two younger ones are both hurt and are getting therapy. Lucinda, our senior, is really good. She's still diving in Europe, but she'll be back in time for the season. I'm sorry that you're going to miss her. Lucinda is a real no BS girl. I think you'd like her. She's not bashful about taking her clothes off either."

It looked like Sara and Trish were getting tired, and I know that I was. We made appropriate thanks, Ashley got our clothes, and we left. Kay walked part of the way back to the hotel with us.

"Sara," Kay asked, "are you going to do more of those nude swim meets?"

"Trish and I are working on having quite a few."

"Will you have any after the college swim season?" Kay asked.

"Yes, we'll organize them throughout the year. Why do you ask?"

Kay blushed. "I think I'd like to swim in one."

Sara smiled. "I will certainly make sure you know about all of our meets. We'd love to have you swim."

I knew that recruiting swimmers for the nude meets was one of Sara's goals in having us come to the college. I was happy for her that her plan seemed to be working.

We started our second and final week of practice with the team. Whether Ashley had been right that Lauren backed the work down after the first few days, or I was getting into better shape, I was nowhere near as exhausted after these practices. We were leaving the natatorium after Tuesday night's practice when Heather walked up to us.

"Could I talk with you guys?" Heather asked. We hadn't exchanged five words with Heather the entire time we'd been there.

"Of course, "Sara replied.

Heather nodded towards the health food restaurant. "Want to get something to eat?"

The four of us sat down at a table and ordered. Then Heather broke the silence. "I've been watching you guys since you've been here. I was brought up being taught that it is a sin to let people see your body. But, you guys seem so normal and natural and nice. Can you tell me more about your swimming?"

Sara took the lead. "Being naked is natural. We're all born naked. Swimming with nothing on feels so wonderful. You feel the water moving over your body in a way that you never do in a suit."

Heather asked tentatively, "But, what about people seeing you, your . . ." and she nodded towards her crotch.

Sara responded "There's nothing wrong with people seeing your pubic region. I actually think mine is quite pretty." I nodded. Sara went on, "Do you worry about people seeing your face?"

Heather shook her head "no."

"Why should I be more ashamed of my vagina or my ass than I am of my face? How does that make sense?" Sara asked.

Heather seemed unsure. "I can't explain how it makes sense, but I was always taught that I have to hide those parts, that no one should see them"

Trish said, gently, "Heather, you are away from home at college. It isn't my place to tell you that what you've been taught, by your parents I assume, is wrong. But, you have to collect your own information and form your own opinions. You know that Sara, Harry, and I go naked where other people can see us. You've seen us naked every day now for over a week. Do you really believe that we are going to rot in hell?"

Heather shook her head. Our food came. Sara said, "Heather, let me tell you about some of our swims and you can make your own judgment." Over dinner, Sara gave Heather a very detailed description of the meet in France, the recent meet in New England, our training, and how she felt as she did all of those things stark naked. Trish added comments here and there. As the guy at the table, I thought it best to keep my mouth shut in order not to shift focus to the sexual aspects. I thought that Heather was becoming intrigued.

After dinner, Heather shook our hands. Very politely, she said, "thank you very much. You have given me a lot to think about. I appreciate it." Then she walked off in the dusk towards her dorm.

Our days at the college were winding down. It had been a good, if fatiguing, experience and I hoped that we'd made some new friends. There were a couple of surprises left.

Before each practice, Lauren had her team gather on the risers for a short meeting. The Wednesday evening meeting was ending when Heather raised her hand.

"Coach, I've been thinking about Harry using the other locker room. It seems a little unfriendly to me. We see Harry naked every practice. It seems only fair that he see us, at least in the shower. I've thought about it, a lot, and I really don't mind if Harry sees me naked in the shower. In fact, I'd kinda like him to." Heather turned to her teammates. "Girls, do any of you have a problem if Harry showers with us for the rest of the week?"

Sandy stood up. "I'm glad you said that Heather. We'd talked about it and the rest of us wanted to move Harry into our locker room last week. We didn't say anything because we thought we'd upset you." Sandy looked over her teammates. "Coach, we're all in agreement that we want Harry in our locker room with us." Every girl nodded affirmatively.

Lauren was caught off guard. After thinking a few minutes, she said, "Ok, but please don't tell anyone."

After another rigorous practice, I went back to the visitors' lockers because that was where I had left my stuff. A moment later, the door from the pool opened. Heather walked in, still in her suit. "Harry, you're supposed to be over with us. Here, I'll help you carry you stuff."

We walked backed out onto the pool deck. Me naked and beside me a beautiful 18 year old girl in a tight spandex racing suit. Heather looked at me and smiled. Inside the locker room, Heather said "Here, use the locker next to me. It's empty. Oh, can you help me get my suit off?" I helped Heather pull the straps down over her shoulders and peel the form-fitting suit off. She thanked me.

I walked into the shower room which, to my surprise, was just like a guy's shower: a large open tiled space with showerheads spaced along the walls. I had expected individual stalls. Seeing Sara and Trish, I walked over to them and stood under the same showerhead. A completely nude Ashley walked up with dark wet hair framing her lovely face.

"Sara, would you mind if Harry washes my back?" Ashley asked. 

"Of course not," Sara smiled.

I followed Ashley's perfectly shaped bare ass to another shower head. She handed me a bar of soap and turned her back. Much as I love Sara, I don't get to spend a lot of time with nude athletic college girls so I thought that the least I could do was give Ashley a sort of a standing massage. I pressed deeply, but cautiously, into the firm muscles of Ashley's upper back and, slowly, felt them relax.

"That is heavenly," Ashley purred. "Please also do my butt." I never effuse a lady.

Walking back to the hotel, Sara teased me. "Did you enjoy your time with Ashley?"

I was honest. "Yes, I did."

"You should. She's a very beautiful and very bright girl. I think that we have a good chance of recruiting her into the nude swimming circuit, so I hope we'll all spend more time with her," Sara said.

Friday evening was our last practice with the team. We were surprised when we walked into the locker room and found it empty except for us. We mentally shrugged and began taking off our clothes. A moment later, Gail, the assistant coach came in.

"Guys, "she said, "We've decided to do something a little special for your last practice with us. If you will just stay in the locker room, I'll knock on the pool door when we're ready for you to come out."

We said that was ok and finished stripping off our clothes. After we wetted down, we heard the knock. Walking out onto the pool deck, we were astounded to see the entire swim team naked, even coaches Lauren and Gail. Lauren said, "the girls wanted to experience one practice they way you do. Gail and I thought 'what the hell.'"

Sara was standing next to me as Ashley and Sandy came up. Suddenly, Sandy gave Sara a tight hug.

"I'm not lezzie," Sandy said, "but I've always wanted to hug another girl nude."

Sara responded, "It was a pleasure. Let me hug you again." And Sara gave Sandy a tight hug and patted her ass a couple of times.

Ashley came up to me. "I don't know about them. But I'd rather hug a nude guy." And she did. Then her left hand hugged my balls for a moment. Ashley has very nice hands.

Lauren made her two handclaps. "Girls, I know everyone is tired and we have our first meet a week from, tomorrow. Tonight will be a light one."

A "light one" meant around 100 laps. As we finished, Lauren and Gail came onto the pool deck dressed. "Girls, we're leaving. I know that maintenance is done for the evening. The doors will lock behind you when you leave the building. I know that you want to say farewell to our naked guests, and I'm confident that you won't do anything to get any of us in trouble." Then Lauren and Gail walked out.

Sandy, Ashley, and Heather walked up to me. "We've cleared this with Sara," Ashley announced. I looked over to Sara, who was smiling and nodding. 

The girls led me to a small Jacuzzi-like device that sat in a corner of the pool deck, for therapy I assume. Sandy turned it on. Ashley took hold of my dick and began stroking my shaft. "I need to do some prep work," she explained. Once Ashley had me standing almost straight up, she led me into the bubbling tub and said "sit."

I sat down. Heather got into the tub, came over and straddled me. I felt her hand grasp my dick under the water. She used her hand to guide me into her as she sat on my lap. Leaning her head forward so that her blonde hair was in my face, she whispered in my ear: "I'm not quite as innocent as you think. I had sex once with my high school boyfriend just after graduation. It wasn't much fun. I think you will be different, and I wanted my teammates to watch. Sara was right. We shouldn't be ashamed of things that give us pleasure."

Heather's nude teammates, Sara, and Trish were gathered around the tub. Using my hands on Heather's glorious ass, I got her to start moving up and down on my shaft. I could tell that she was getting stimulated, but, after a few minutes, I said, "Heather, I think we can do this better lying down."

I gently eased Heather off of me and stood up, revealing my raging hard on to all of the girls. Stepping out of the Jacuzzi, I led Heather over to a gymnastics mat I had seen in another corner of the deck. Standing in front of Heather, I savored the blush in her cheeks, her rapid breathing, and her very erect nipples. "Lie down on your back and spread your legs," I instructed.

Heather lay down and smiled at me as I mounted her. I soon picked up a good rhythm and, before long, Heather was moaning. Heather had excellent muscle control and had clamped strongly onto my dick. I kept thrusting more forcefully and deeper, and Heather's moans turned to yelps. She raised her head and bit me above the left trapizius as her entire body convulsed. A few seconds later, I pulled out (birth control?) and shot over her gorgeous firm chest. 

The team applauded as Heather and I lay on the mat, panting, and kissed each other. After a few minutes, we got up and everyone went into the showers. I was standing next to Sara when Kay came up, with wide pleading eyes. "Harry, will you wash me?"

I nodded yes and put my arm around her bare shoulders to lead her to another showerhead. Sara leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "You'd better give her a good fingering."

I slowly soaped and washed Kay, starting with her calves. Then I moved to her shoulders. I was staying away from her sensitive regions to build tension. Finally, I began very gently rubbing the erect nipples on her small breasts. Then I leaned forward and gently bit her left nipple. Then, I turned Kay around and began washing her ass. After kneading her cheeks for a few minutes, I spread the, and began massaging inside her crack. I put my index finger gently in her asshole and moved in back and forth a few times. I then carefully washed my hands and turned Kay around to face me. I gently pushed her thighs apart a bit and began fingering her clit. Soon, I had a finger in her cunt pressing against her pelvic bone. Then she yelped and I knew I had found her spot. I kept finger Kay there until she screamed and pulled me tightly to her.

We finally left the shower and got dressed. Ashley came up to us wearing short shorts and a t-shirt with obviously nothing underneath. "Thank you for doing Heather," Ashley said. "And that was quite a wash you gave Kay. I'm sorry I missed out."

Sara chimed in. "Ashley, why don't you come back to the hotel with us? I think Harry has some more energy, and there are some things I can teach you about hugging a girl."



A Traditional Swim Ch. 14



This story is part of a series. Chapters 1 through 13 will provide context. Hopefully, however, this story may also be enjoyed as a stand-alone work.

*****

We dropped Trish at Orlando airport the morning after our "going away" party. Sara and I were driving to Captiva to visit my friend Karen and her husband, Dr. Rick.

I think that I have written about Karen before, but she merits a repeat. I had first met Karen several years ago. Originally from New Jersey, Karen had gone through the Cornell hotel management program and then found a job at a well-known high-end resort on Captiva Island. She rapidly worked her way up that management food-chain, and then took a position as the number 2 manager at the other substantial resort on Captiva. After a couple of years in that position, Karen decided to go out on her own as a resort management consultant.

I had met Karen about a year after she set up her consulting business. I represented some folks who were limited partners in a resort up in Michigan on Lake Michigan. The business had been hemorrhaging money due, my clients felt, to imbecilic management by their general partner. Karen had been recommended to me as a possible expert witness on resort management.

I first met Karen in a Ft. Myers restaurant to talk to her about the potential expert witness assignment. Everything about Karen is, consciously I think, slightly understated; and she wore a conservative business suit to our meeting. Nonetheless, just a moment's observation disclosed that Karen is an extremely beautiful lady. There was no doubt that the suit concealed an extraordinary body. Even before she smiled, her face, framed by longish, straight dark hair, would win anyone over. The magnetic smile sealed the deal. Our conversation revealed that Karen is also very bright, charming, and has a good sense of humor.

To make a long story short, Karen agreed to work with me on my case. With her substantial help, both in forming unassailable opinions supporting our case and in working with us on the settlement, we were able to settle by selling the resort at a significant profit, all of which went to my clients. In the course of our work, Karen and I discovered some shared views and interests and became good friends.

Karen had met and begun dating Dr. Rick shortly before I met her. Dr. Rick, also from the New York City area, had trained to be a cardiac surgeon at Harvard Med and Johns Hopkins. Dr. Rick had just joined a fairly substantial practice group in Ft. Myers when he and Karen met. I had dinner with them one evening as I was passing through Ft. Myers. It was obvious to me that Karen and Dr. Rick had each found their perfect partner and were deeply in love. Rick was about the most low-key surgeon I have ever met, confident but not egotistical.

I was not surprised to learn that Karen and Dr. Rick were getting married, although I was secretly chagrined as I had quite fallen for Karen myself. About the same time as their wedding, Rick had finely perfected and patented a new artificial heart valve that could be implanted through an artery rather than using an open procedure. Fortunately for Karen and Rick, his heart valve had made them quite wealthy at reasonably young ages. Among other things, it enabled them to acquire a Gulf-side mansion on Captiva.

Naturally, my contact with Karen had dwindled to almost nothing after her marriage until we ran into them on St. Martin. In the interim, I had found the absolutely perfect partner in Sara. However, after our unexpected encounter, Karen and I had stayed in touch regularly by e-mail. I got the impression that Karen derived some vicarious joy from our nude adventures. When I told her that Sara and I would be in Florida, she insisted that we pay her and Rick a visit on Captiva. I was certainly up for that idea. I've liked Captiva ever since my first visit and seeing Karen is always a pleasure.

Although we were up quite early to get Trish to the airport, we dawdled over the several hour drive to Captiva. Karen and Rick both had meetings that day, so our invitation was to meet at their mansion on Captiva in late afternoon for drinks and dinner. Sara and I would leave pretty early the next morning to drive to Miami International for a mid-day flight home. Not too far outside Orlando, we found an outlet mall that was opening for the day. Oddly, even a lady as committed to nudism as Sara still enjoys clothes shopping, so that killed a few hours.

Karen and Rick have one of those houses which you can't see from Captiva Drive. All you see from the road is a mailbox with a street number and a driveway entrance going through huge tropical bushes. We followed the shell driveway a short distance west which brought us to a large Mediterranean style house set up on pilings to raise it out of any storm surge. From a center point, two wings curved away from us towards the Gulf. Beyond the house, we could see the water of the Gulf of Mexico shimmering in the late afternoon sun. 

As we parked and got out of our rental car, Karen come down the front steps, looking as beautiful as ever in a short flower-print sundress. I re-introduced her to Sara, and Karen gave me a quick but delightful hug.

"Harry, it is really great to see you again. Sara, welcome to Captiva." A very young looking, very tanned man appeared in the doorway, causing Karen to add, "You both remember Rick, don't you?" Of course we remembered Dr. Rick, even though he and Karen wore considerably more clothes than the last time we had seen them.

Karen led us to our room to drop our small bags and then down a flight of stairs onto their back patio. "Patio" does not really convey the wonder of this space. The dominant feature was a large, but irregularly shaped pool. The pool deck was made out of a light-colored material with a slight grain to enhance footing. The entire area, including the Gulf side, was surrounded by bushes that provided a sense of isolation and which screened off the neighbors and anyone walking on the beach. Inside the bushes was a carefully landscaped area of various tropical flowers. Like Karen, the landscaping was very beautiful, but not ostentatious.

Dr. Rick, wearing cargo shorts, walked towards a large wet bar and Sub-Zero refrigerator on an outside wall of the house. 

"May I get you something to drink?: he asked.

Drinks in hand, we listened as Karen gave us a quick oral tour of the patio, punctuated by an occasional amused comment from Dr. Rick. Even though it was already fall, it was quite warm in the Gulf Coast afternoon.

Finally, Karen exclaimed, "Oh, I've been so rude. I'm sure that you're both hot and sticky. Please, take your clothes off and feel free to use the pool. "

Sara and I needed no more elaborate permission. We quickly stripped and took a quick shower under the open-air shower at one corner of the deck. Having made sure we were comfortable, Karen excused herself to check something about dinner. We stood naked, chatting with Dr. Rick, until we finished our drinks. Then we took a quick dip in the pool.

Karen came back onto the patio as Sara and I were climbing out of the pool. Karen had decided to go nude as well. Despite her naturally pale skin, she displayed a healthy-looking tan with no tanlines in sight. Sara is a more beautiful lady than Karen, by an extremely slight margin. The two ladies standing naked on the pool decking talking to each other is probably the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. After a few minutes, Karen turned to her husband.

"Hey sailor, you're NOT staying dressed while the rest of us spend the evening in the buff."

Dr. Rick just smiled, pulled his t-shirt over his head, dropped his shorts, and put his clothing on a chaise. Rick was also devoid of tanlines. We spent about half hour chatting before Rick went to light an outdoor grill about the size of my last car. Then Karen called us to a low gate in the hedge between their patio and the beach to watch the sunset. The four of us stood nude about ten yards from a cluster of clothed people on the beach for the same reason. As was typical of my experience along the Gulf, the sun was obscured by distant clouds before it made its disappearance over the horizon. Dr. Rick expertly grilled grouper filets (is there anything Doctor's can't do other than invest?). Shortly before he was done, I helped Karen set up a table and chairs on the pool deck. Then I helped her carry some side dishes out from their kitchen. Karen said their kitchen was cramped. It wasn't, but I also wasn't complaining about the repeated brushes against her bare body.

Naked, the four of us had a marvelous fresh fish dinner followed by a Key Lime pie which Karen proudly informed us that she had made from scratch. As it got darker, a number of automatic lights built around the pool deck came on, giving the area a soft, almost romantic glow. I'm sure that the glow was enhanced by the steady flow of alcohol we had been consuming more or less since Sara and I arrived.

After dinner was cleaned up, the four of us sat around the pool talking. The question came up of Sara's and my travel schedule. 

Karen asked, "Are you sure that you guys can't stay a day or two? That way you won't have to get up early. We can take you out on the boat tomorrow and then to dinner at the Mad Hatter."

There was no real reason why we had to be anywhere on a particular schedule. Sara looked at me and saw, apparently, that I was enjoying myself. 

"Let me check," Sara said, as she reached for her smart phone in the small bag by her chair. After a few minutes pushing at the screen on her phone, Sara announced that we could stay another day and that we had a 10:00 a.m. flight out of Ft. Myers the day after tomorrow connecting to the afternoon flight to Martinique in Miami. Karen and Dr. Rick seemed genuinely pleased.

The evening went on. Karen, sitting in a regular chair, had pulled her feet up onto the chair seat. The put her knees almost on her chest, but left her vagina on clear view. Sara was sitting in a chaise with her legs spread. Both ladies were fully exposed. Dr. Rick and I were enjoying what can only be called an inspiring view.

It was getting a bit late when Karen, apropos of nothing, asked the group, "Do you think that it is possible to love more than one person at the same time?"

Sara immediately said, "Yes." Dr. Rick offered a "yes." I just nodded my head.

Karen went on, "But, do you think that you have to stay physically faithful to just one person?"

I smiled at Sara, who gave our joint position on that issue.

"Sex and love are two related but different things. Sex is about pleasure and, sometimes, variety enhances the pleasure. Harry and I have both had sex with other people, sometimes in front of each other. There is no jealousy because, while we have an intense physical relationship, there is so much more that bonds us than just sex. I want Harry to get as much pleasure in his life as he can, and I'm sure Harry has the same goal for me." Sara sounded very sincere as she gave this explanation.

Apparently satisfied with Sara's response, Karen looked at her husband.

Dr. Rick took a second before he smiled and said, "I agree with Sara, except for the part about a bond with Harry of course. I see no problem in having sex with someone other than your primary partner as long as you are honest about it with your partner." Dr. Rick paused, and then continued. "I think I know where this is going. Dear, I know that you've known Harry a long time and the frequency with which you talk about him makes it clear that you are attracted to him. If it's ok with Sara and Harry, I'm fine if you want to make love to Harry."

Karen smiled at her husband, and looked back at Sara. Sara smiled at me.

"Karen, I know that you and Harry are good friends. I'm fine if you want to have sex with him." Turning and giving Dr. Rick a very sexy look, Sara said. "Rick, do you want to sleep with me tonight?" 

That was an offer that no heterosexual man would decline, and I could tell that Dr. Rick was excited by the prospect.

No one had said anything to me. Karen got out of her chair and stood in front of where I was sitting. In the soft light, she looked incredible. In a soft voice she said, "Harry, I've thought about this a long time. I have my husband's permission and you have Sara's permission." Then she extended her hand.

I took Karen's hand and stood up. As we walked along the pool deck towards the house, I put my arm around her bare waist. Over her shoulder, Karen told Dr. Rick, "We'll use the guest room."

As I followed Karen into the room which Sara and I had been going to use, I started to close the door. "No, leave it open,"" Karen directed.

We stood facing each other. Then we kissed, long and passionately. Karen began stroking the underside of my dick and I began fingering her clit. After a few moments, I broke the embrace and led Karen to the bed. Sensing what I intended, she lay down on her back, spreading her legs. I got up on the bed and slowly licked up the inside of Karen's left thigh. Her skin tasted wonderful. Reaching my goal, I began eating Karen. Her cunt tasted wonderful too. When Karen started short gasps, I stopped eating and mounted her. She wrapped her legs around me tightly as a thrust into her forcefully and rapidly. This wasn't "lovemaking," it was raw sex. We were both breathing very hard when Karen started a loud, long moan and shuddered several times. An instant later, I came into her.

After I got off of Karen, I noticed some of my cum on her thigh. I wiped it up with my finger and brought my finger to her mouth. Karen put both of her hands around mine, then licked my finger clean. Her eyes were gleaming. The sweat between her breasts looked incredibly sexy.

We held each other for a long time. Then we started up again. This time, Karen took me in her mouth. When I was very hard, she pushed me onto my back and she mounted me. This time it was slow and loving, living out the fantasy I had harbored for years of making love to Karen. Again, Karen came with that incredible moan.

We lay in bed, naked, talking and cuddling. It must have been about 4:00 a.m. when Karen got out of bed and went into the adjoining bathroom. She did shut that door. After several minutes, I heard the toilet flush. Karen opened the door and came out with a smile on her face and a tube in her hand. She handed me the tube, which was a lubricant.

"I've always wanted to try anal," Karen said. "It makes no sense, but it seemed wrong to ask Rick. So, I'm asking you, will you take my asshole virginity?"

Of course, I'd gladly penetrate any part of Karen to which she consented. I nodded yes. Karen climbed onto the edge of the bed on her knees. Reaching back, she grasped her buttocks and spread them wide, revealing a genuinely cute asshole. I put lube around her opening and up into her anus. Seeing her lick this had made me very hard. As gently as I could, I pushed my dick into her asshole. Karen yelped a couple of times, but told me to keep going. After a few minutes, her sphincter relaxed noticeably and I was able to start an almost normal intercourse rhythm. 

I reached down to finger Karen's clit as I fucked her ass and met her hand there. Together, we fingered-fucked her while I did her in the ass. Finally, I shot a load into her ass. Since Karen apparently had not cum, I gently pushed her over and brought her to orgasm with my mouth.

I doubt if we'd been asleep more than two hours when an energetic Sara, shot into our room and dove onto the bed.

"Good morning lovers," Sara exclaimed cheerily. Sara kissed me on the lips and then gave Karen a peck on a nipple.

"It's early, but Rick says that we can swim in the Gulf nude before the beachgoers come out."

Sara bounded off of the bed. Karen and I got up more slowly. We'd obviously been having sex, and I glanced towards the shower in the next room. Karen shook her head, "Let's be proud of each other, Harry."

We followed Sara downstairs onto the patio where a nude Rick stood holding several towels. It was fully light. "I've seen a few fishermen out already, but they thrive on skinny-dippers. Let's go, "Rick said. He pushed the gate open. We followed him across the beach. He dropped the towels in a heap on the sand, took Karen's hand, and led her into the gentle surf. I took Sara's hand and did the same.

In the water, Sara asked me, "You had a good night?"

"Pretty wonderful actually," I replied.

Sara grinned, "I know." I gave her a questioning look so she explained, "Rick and I were watching from the hall."

"All night?" I asked.

Sara giggled. "No, we fucked a couple of times; but it was really fun watching you two. You've never fucked me in the ass."

I was taken aback. Sara grinned more broadly, kissed me, and said, "We both had fun, lover. I hope Karen gets Rick inside of her regularly. He's almost as good as you."

"Surgical skill?" I asked which earned me a groan.

We had moved into water just below waist high and my dick was floating on the surface. Sara began stroking me. When I was hard, she put her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my mid-section. I guided myself into the place where I really belonged. 

We were fucking standing up in the surf on a public beach for all to see. It did not take Karen and Dr. Rick long to see and then to mimic our position. Both couples were standing in shallow water, obviously fucking when a couple a fishing boats came up from the southeast several yards further out. They slowed long enough for the fishermen to convince themselves that they were really seeing what they had thought. Then they waived and sped up as Sara and Karen waived back.

After all four of us had come in the Gulf, we walked back onshore, grabbed the towels, and then showered together at the outside shower by the pool. Karen then led us inside for a naked, catch-as catch-can, breakfast of fruit and yoghurt out of their main fridge.

We were finishing breakfast when we heard a car on the shell driveway. "That will be Dale's ride," Dr. Rick said. He explained that he kept his boat at a marina on the bay side of Sanibel and paid someone to run it up to their house when he didn't want to go get it. Rick grabbed a pair of shorts and walked out.

Karen said, "Let's grab some beer, wine, cheese, and crackers. I don't think that we need any clothes. We'll go around the top of Captiva into the Sound and show you some of the sights." Karen giggled, "Maybe we'll be the sights." "Then we can go to North Captiva. Everyone suns nude there."

That is what we did, spending about six hours on Dr. Rick's boat or on the beach. The only item of clothing among us was Rick's pair of shorts. We met a group of older nudes on North Captiva and beat them two out of three at volleyball. Shortly before we left, a boat carefully beached a ways north of us. A mixed group of what looked like teenagers got out and noisily stripped down on the beach. There was a lot of laughing, screaming, and touching from that group. We speculated that it might be the boys' and girls' first nude outing together.

Later, we had a great meal at a wonderful (albeit pricey) restaurant just on the Sanibel side of Blind Pass. Afterwards, we went back to Karen's and Rick's house stripped off and floated in the pool for a time. I, and I think Karen, were pretty tired. We each went to bed with our long-term partner. Before I fell asleep, Sara said to me, "We've got to get Karen and Rick to the island."



A Traditional Swim Ch. 15



This story is part of a series. Chapters 1 through 14 will provide context. However, this story may, I hope, be enjoyed as a stand-alone work.

*****

Sara and I flew back to the island after a wonderful, short stay with Karen and Dr. Rick on Captiva. Sara gave me a day off and then had me back in the water training. We swam in the ocean off of our beach and, several mornings a week, got up obscenely early to go train in the municipal pool before it opened. Sara had worked out that deal shortly after we came to the island: we could use the pool to train nude so long as we were dressed and out before the pool opened for the public each day. An implied part of the agreement was that we could train nude so long as we did not mind the clothed staff watching us. We didn't mind. To the contrary, we rather enjoyed it. Of course, Sara's beautiful bare ass was in the water training right next to, or more frequently, in front of, me.

Apart from the rigorous training, things were quiet. We would go whole days without putting anything on. Often, we'd walk nude the short distance to Amy's bar for an early dinner and a drink. The bar was just around the point from our cove, and was the only bar/restaurant in the small sanctioned naturiste zone which we had helped to create on the island. The fact that you could eat and drink right on the beach totally nude, coupled with the fact that Amy's partners turned out very good food, had made the bar popular, especially with the cruisers who'd anchor just offshore.

As an outgrowth of the nude meet in New England (see A Traditional Swim Ch. 12), Sara had become part of a group of swimmers, mostly former college swimmers, who organized nude meets. Most of these had been in the States, although there was talk of holding one in Montreal next summer.

About two weeks after we got home, Sara informed me that a meet was being scheduled in the Tampa area in three weeks. Apparently, a couple who had both swum in college and were now part of the Tampa area nudist community had gotten hooked into Sara's group and decided to host a meet. There was, of course, no question but that we were going and that we'd both swim. Almost nightly, Sara would report that more people were committing to swim in this meet. The last schedule we saw before we left for Tampa showed men's and women's races in each stroke at 50, 100, and 200 meters. The meet would end with a non-traditional event which had become a staple of these nude meets: a 200 meter coed medley relay. Each swimmer swims a different stroke for 50 meters (down and back). The order of swimmers was up to the individual teams with the condition that the swimmers alternated boy-girl or girl-boy.

The first coed medley relay at the meet in New England a year ago had been pretty ad hoc, with teams formed the night before the meet. Now, teams were formed well in advance and the same teams typically swam together at each meet. Sara, Trish, and I would be swimming together. Since Larry, Trish's husband didn't compete; we had picked up a second male swimmer through Sara's networking. Adam was about three years out of college. In college, he had been a water polo player at a very strong West Coast program. The opportunity to drop his trunks had converted him to racing. Adam came to the meets in the company of his vivacious and attractive girlfriend Glenda. While Glenda seemed more than happy to watch the nude swimmers of both genders, she neither swam nor disrobed.

We arrived at Tampa airport the day before the meet. Trish and Larry had flown in a couple of hours earlier and were waiting for us. We figured we'd save money if the four of us shared a car and a room. The natatorium was in a suburb north of Tampa and we had found a chain motel out by the Interstate. None of us knew Tampa. We wandered around a bit but ended up having a mediocre dinner and a couple of drinks in a chain restaurant.

Although it was fall, it was still reasonably warm. The motel's pool was still filled. About 9:00 p.m., the activity level outside had subsided to the point where we thought that we could get away with using it nude for a while. 

The motel was newer style block construction with the rooms opening onto a central hallway. We were on the second floor. There were steps at each end of the hall. On the first floor, you pushed open a glass door, walked a short ways down a concrete walk, and went through a thigh-high fence to the pool deck. Sara and Trish insisted that we take the walk from our room nude. I could see lights on in a few rooms on the first floor, but the curtains all seemed to be closed. The only real sound was the traffic on the Interstate.

We dropped our towels on the pool deck and quietly slid into the water. There was a light on a stand on at each end of the pool. We quietly a slowly swam around for a while. Sara stopped at a point where she could stand with the water just below her breasts. I swam by intentionally rubbing against her. She reached out under the water and grasped my dick. I let myself me led to her. We had just started to kiss and fondle each other when we heard the metallic creak of the gate to the pool deck opening. Looking towards the gate, we saw a younger couple in terry-cloth robes enter the pool area. Larry and Trish had been similarly engaged on the other side of the pool. Still embracing, they looked towards the newcomers to see what would happen next.

I expected that the four of us would be making a rather swift exit with appropriate apologies to the couple who had walked in. Thank god they hadn't brought kids! Both the man and woman were smiling. They shared a look and the man nodded his head slightly. The young lady addressed us in a slight, but pleasing, southern accent.

"We saw y'all out the window of our room. We apologize, but we watched y'all for a little bit. Y'all seemed to be having a good time, so we thought we'd join you. We hope y'all don't mind."

With that, the young man and the young lady took off their robes, revealing their very fit and completely nude bodies.

Trish replied for us. "We absolutely don't mind. As they say, come on in, the water's warm."

The young couple walked hand-in-hand down the concrete steps in the shallowest end of the pool, giving us a splendid full frontal. Finally, they both dove ahead and swam to the far end. Realizing that there was no threat, Trish and Larry and Sara and I swiftly resumed what we had been doing. With her back against the side of the pool, S Sara wrapped her legs around me and I entered her. I was pretty sure that Larry and Trish were doing something similar on the other side of the pool.

Sara and I were thoroughly enjoying each other when we heard a female yelp close-by to my right, Sara's left. Glancing over, we saw the young lady at the pool edge, facing out, with her weight apparently partly on her arms on the pool deck. Her partner was close behind her and it looked like he was taking her in the ass. After a moment, the lady moved one arm from the pool deck down into the water in front of her, apparently between her legs.

To a baseline of typical noise from the highway was soon added the sounds of three couples making love in the water. From the sounds, Trish and Larry came shortly before Sara and I did and the newcomers shared orgasms just after ours. There seemed to be an unspoken agreement that everyone would get out of the water quickly while there was still visible evidence of their lovemaking. All three of us guys were still semi-hard as we hoisted ourselves out of the pool. Some of my cum was visibly trailing down the inside of Sara's right thigh. I could see cum in the ass-crack of the young lady who had joined us.

There was a group of cheap aluminum frame chaises in one corner of the pool deck. The six of us all headed there and sat down. Again, there seemed to be an unspoken agreement that everyone sat with his or her legs spread so that dicks and cunts were on display.

The young lady broke the silence. "Well, that was refreshing." Everyone laughed.

The young lady went on, smiling. "We don't usually do that outside among strangers, y'all understand. But, watching y'all, it just seemed like the right thing to do. Again, we hope y'all didn't mind."

Sara replied, "We certainly don't mind. We enjoyed sharing the experience with you. It was a pleasure to see you, and I hope that you had some pleasure seeing us."

The young man spoke to us for the first time. "Y'all do look good with no clothes on."

I returned the compliment. "Both of you look very good naked too."

The young lady stood up and did a slow complete turn, showing her lovely bare front and back. Sitting back down next to her partner, she smiled and said, "You really think so? Why thank you."

We chatted for several minutes. The newcomers, Leanne and Doug, were from suburban Atlanta. They were traveling and had just stopped for the evening.

Leanne explained, "We don't run around naked in front of strangers, or friends for that matter. But, we saw y'all out the room window. Y'all looked like you were having fun and we thought 'what the hell.' Just a wild hair, I guess." Leanne laughed and nodded towards Doug, "I don't know what to do about that boy, but he sure likes to stick his dick in my ass, so I let him."

Trish commented, "It is understandable. You have a lovely rear."

Leanne smiled. She stood up again, turned away from us, and bent over so her asshole and cunt were on full display. After a moment, she straightened and turn back to face us. "Y'all really think so?"

In unison, the five of us said "Absolutely!"

Leanne turned slightly towards Doug. "I could get used to this running around naked thing. It's good for my ego."

Ever the proselytizer, Sara said, "Knowing that people derive pleasure from seeing your nude body is a wonderful and empowering feeling. I think anyone would feel good at being told 'you have a nice face.' There's no reason why someone should feel any different at being told 'you have a lovely ass' or 'you have a beautiful pussy.'"

I'm not sure that Leanne or Doug knew exactly how to react to that, and we never got to find out. We heard voices outside, not far from the pool. We all decided that retreat to our rooms was the better part of valor. Leanne was impressed that none of us had worn anything down to the pool. She tossed her robe over her shoulder and started back to her room with Doug naked. As she walked away, I think that there was a slightly accentuated twitch in her enticing ass.

The meet started at 6:00 p.m. the next day. There was a pre-meet meeting at 4:00. Following directions we got off of the internet, we were at the natatorium about 3:30. We were all very surprised when we pulled into a huge parking lot in front of a very large building. The letters mounted on an outside wall saying something or other swim club confirmed that we were in the right place. There were already several other cars parked outside.

At the front door, we encountered a table manned by an attractive young lady and young man. They appeared to be college age. We gave our names, which were checked against a list, and we were allowed inside. The facility was reasonably new, large, and impressive. We wandered into the main competition pool area which was a huge space. The ceiling appeared to be about three storeys up. Surrounding the 25 meter pool was a reasonably wide deck. Around two sides was permanent seating coming down to the deck. There was a balcony behind the blocks with additional seating. Underneath the balcony was a continuation of the deck with benches and shower heads coming out of the wall. I couldn't tell how many seats there were, but it was a lot. In addition to the usual humidity of a pool, the space was also quite warm.

An attractive lady who appeared to be in her late 40s or early 50s, wearing a polo shirt and shorts walked up to us.

"Are you swimmers?"

We nodded affirmatively.

"Hello. I'm Rebecca or Becca for short. I and my husband Jeff are the organizers for tonight."

We introduced ourselves.

Becca beamed at Sara. "I'm so happy to finally meet you. We've traded e-mail and I read your posts for this group. I have to say thank you for everything you've done to make the nude swim meets a reality."

Other people were walking in, peering around at the huge hall as we had done. I also noticed a number of college age boys and girls flitting around as if they worked there.

Becca gestured towards one end of the pool. "Have a seat on those benches behind the blocks. We'll start the meeting in a few minutes." Becca reached into a satchel slung over her shoulder and pulled out some sheets of paper. "Here are copies of what we are giving out as a program tonight. We weren't sure how everyone would feel about having their names in print, so we left off the names of the swimmers."

Becca handed each of us a single 8½ x 11 sheet. Across the top, in bold print, was written "ALL SWIMMERS WILL BE NUDE AT ALL TIMES DURING THE MEET. PLEASE DO NOT ENTER IF NUDITY OFFENDS YOU. TICKET MONEY WILL BE REFUNDED." Below that was the schedule of races, starting with the women's 50 fly and ending with the medley relay. At the bottom of the sheet was written, "Spectators are free to disrobe."

We went to the end of the pool and sat down. Sara, Trish, and I set our gym bags (which only carried swim caps) on the deck. By 4:00 p.m., there was a very large group sitting or standing at that end of the pool. I was told that 60 swimmers had signed up to compete. Looking around at the people I presumed to be other swimmers, I was struck by the fact that this was a younger-looking group than had competed in previous meets. I was pretty sure that I was the oldest person there, by a significant margin.

Becca walked in front of us accompanied by a man of similar age. He was introduced as her husband Jeff. Behind them stood about a dozen college-age-looking boys and girls in t-shirts and shorts.

Becca began, "Welcome. Jeff and I would prefer to be swimming with you, but, looking at the times all of you submitted, we decided we'd be better off just running the meet." Becca smiled.

Becca half turned towards the kids standing behind her and gestured to a young lady who took a step forward. "This is our daughter Pam. Pam swims at the university in Tampa. She and some of her teammates have graciously agreed to help run things tonight." Pam was blonde and stunning. Her face, arms, and legs had a uniform deep tan. Her smile showed perfectly even, perfectly white teeth. Becca went on, "Pam was brought up in a nudist household, so tonight won't faze her. I'm not sure about her teammates, so please be respectful."

Becca went on, "The pool has electronic timing which we will be using, so remember that the pads on the blocks sense your start and the clock stops when you touch the pad in the pool wall. We have a starter credentialed by Florida Swimming. Since we're not sure how they would view this unsanctioned event, I'll let him stay anonymous."

"This is a private facility and we have full use of it tonight. We've talked to the lawyers and what we're doing is perfectly legal so long as we don't sell any booze, which we aren't. The competition hall seat about 1,000. We've really promoted this in the swimming and nudist communities and we expect a sellout."

At that, I heard several expressions of surprise from the swimmers.

"We're opening the doors at 5:15. We ask that all of the swimmers be out of the competition hall by then. There is a warm-up pool next door. We don't have a long schedule tonight, so we thought we'd have a bit of showmanship. We ask that all of the swimmers be in the locker room, nude, by 5:50. At about six, one of us will get you and we're going to have you march out single file around the pool deck to these benches."

"We ask that all of the swimmers stay on deck during the meet and that you stay nude." "We've turned up the heat, so no one should get tight. There are hot showers and a hot tub in that corner if you must. Still, we ask you to stay visible. Becca smiled, "These folks paid good money and we need to give them something to look at, right?"

"When we call each race, please go behind your blocks. We will introduce each swimmer. When you hear your name, please get up on your blocks and acknowledge the fans. Backstrokers, please stay standing on your blocks until we tell you to get into the pool. I think that's it. Any questions?"

As the meeting broke up, Pam came over to Sara, Trish, and me. She only got more beautiful the closer she came.

"You guys know Ashley and Sandy, right?" We nodded.

"We swim against them every year and they're reasonably good friends. They told me that you guys trained with them and you were nude every practice." Again, we nodded.

"That must have been a blast. I love being naked when everyone else has something on. Hey, this isn't for everyone, but my folks are having a party at their place after the meet. It's not too far from here. My teammates are going, why don't you guys stop by?"

Sara responded, "Thank you. We fly out tomorrow, but we will see how we feel and we might come. Ashley and Sandy told us that they are coming tonight."

Pam smiled her 10,000 watt smile, "Great. I've got to run. See you later."

We found Adam, standing with Glenda, and talked about our relay for a moment. Then we went into a very crowded and very hot locker room. Trish, Sara, and I stripped down and followed signs to the practice pool. We managed to get a few warm-up laps in, but, with the crowd, it was difficult to avoid bumping into another naked swimmer. Finally, we went back to the locker room and waited. 

The locker room was so hot that I must have showered off three times. Finally, the door to the competition pool opened. Becca, now nude, said, "Ok, form up single file and let's go."

One at a time, we stepped out of the door and followed Becca the long way around the pool deck. The seats were full and you could hear the noise of the crowd. I had felt it at the INF meet and felt it again now. There is something exhilarating about marching nude in front of a crowd of clothed people.

Trish, walking just behind me, said softly "oh God." It dawned on me that Trish probably had never before been naked in front of this many people. I smiled and continued to follow Sara's beautiful bare ass.

As we marched in front of the seats along the long side of the pool, I heard a female voice yell "Adam." Glancing to my left, I saw Glenda standing and saw the flash from her camera. Adam had told us that Glenda was compiling a photo album of his nude swimming career.

Looking behind Glenda and more towards the middle of the pool, I noticed Ashley, Sandy, and Heather. They had claimed prime seats. They waved. Trish, Sara, and I waved back.

Sara and Trish were both swimming the first race. I watched Sara, admiringly, as she stood behind her blocks waiting to be introduced. All she wore was a swim cap, which added an erotic quality I thought.

When Sara's name was called she stepped up onto her blocks and waved to the crowd. Sara enjoys being seen nude and I could tell that she was thrilled to be nude in front of this big an audience with all eyes, for the moment, on her. She positively glowed.

Trish seemed much more comfortable as she stepped up on her blocks. I sensed that she too was enjoying the exposure. Both Sara and Trish looked exquisite. In the center lane, between them, was the race favorite. She was a young lady, just out of college, who was still competing in sanctioned, clothed meets at a high level. To my eyes, she was nowhere near as attractive as Sara or Trish and the phrase "East German swimmer" ran through my mind. Still, there is no such thing as an ugly naked woman.

Looking quickly over the entire field for the race another thing struck me. The other five swimmers had to be at least ten years younger than Sara and Trish. If this was the direction these meets were going, I wondered whether we could continue to compete or whether we'd be joining Becca and Jeff walking officiously around the deck.




A Traditional Swim Ch. 15



As the ladies took their marks, they were all fully exposed to us on the benches and the fans in the balcony above us. Sara's asshole and cunt were clearly visible, and quite beautiful. Sara had told me repeatedly that this was her favorite part of the race and that she always hoped for the starter to hold them there a moment.

Sara had one of her poorer starts and the "East German" opened a significant lead. Still, Sara had an excellent turn. However, the "East German" was just too fast. Sara finished a solid second. Trish swam fourth, but, as she told me later, swam her best time in the 50 fly since college.

Given the excitement of our entrance and the start of the races, I had not bothered to pay attention to the college kids working the meet. Between races, Pam walked up to me. She was now nude and I could see that the dark tan was all over her perfectly proportioned body. 

"Having fun?" Pam asked.

I nodded. "You?"

"I love being naked with all these people. I'm just sorry I don't get to swim." Pam gestured towards another of the college girls a few feet away; an attractive brunette, also nude, with very noticeable tan lines. "This is April's first time going nude in front of people. I think that she's having a blast." Nodding towards one of the college guys standing in front of the timer's table, also nude, Pam said, "Rick doesn't know it yet, but the whole women's team is going to hear about his small dick."

I was only swimming the 100 m and 200m breaststroke. My first race came 11 races in. I put on my swim cap and walked behind the blocks once our race was called. Having submitted the fourth best time coming in, I was swimming in the next to last lane being used and was the fifth swimmer introduced. 

Stepping up onto the blocks, I raised my right hand to the fans. I was suddenly very conscious of my own nudity and it felt great to be standing in front of all those people, nude but for my cap. It really was exciting. I could have stood there for a while. However, we were quickly called to our marks and now I was fully exposed to those behind the blocks. I understood completely why Sara enjoys it so much. I was slightly disappointed when the chime sounded starting the race.

The center lane was occupied by another swimmer just out of college and still swimming on the sanctioned circuit. I knew going in that he would burn, and he did. I was seeded fourth in the race and that is where I finished. Still, it earned me bare hugs from Trish and Sara when I got out of the pool and a slap on my bare butt from Pam.

Sara was back on the blocks for the women's 100 m free. I had some time before my next race and looked over the crowd. It was really warm in the hall. Finding Ashley, Sandy, and Heather in the crowd I saw that they were, at least, topless. Looking around I saw what I'd guess as 20% of the spectators either partially or fully nude. 

Between races, Pam brought over the girl she had said was named April and introduced us. Pam introduced me to April as "the guy of the three people Ashley told us about who worked out with them pre-season." April was very cute with very pale small breasts and a very pale band around her hips and pubes that naturally drew the eye there.

"I'm pleased to meet you," April said. "When Ashley told me about you and your partners, I thought 'yeah, that's different and sounds kinda of cool" but I'd never have done it myself. I let Pam pressure me into this and I was scared to death when I took my clothes off. But, having been naked for over an hour, wow! I'd have never thought it was this much fun to be running around naked where everyone can see you. I know that people are looking at my tits and my pubes because of my tan lines, but I'm really enjoying it. I guess I'm a pervert at heart."

A pervert with a great smile.

As I stood on the blocks for the men's 200m breast, I looked over my shoulder just before we took our marks. Pam and April were standing just behind my blocks. They got the full Monty when I took my mark: asshole, balls, and dick. That made me feel great. Perhaps that inspiration or, more likely, Sara's rigorous training, served me well at the longer distance. I finished a solid second; although, I never really threatened the winner. The winner was also less than half my age.

The medley really was the same story. Trish opened with fly and swam the best time of her life, putting us into second. I set a personal best, but only held place. Sara gained a few yards with her best 50m backstroke time ever, but Adam just barely touched out a strong freestyler to save our second place. We were a full two seconds behind the winners.

With the races concluded, formality also concluded and a number of fans came down onto the deck to see spouses, lovers, or friends who had swum. Most of the spectators who came down to the pool were partially or completely nude. However, amongst that sea of flesh, I saw a fully clothed Glenda hugging Adam.

Ashley, Sandy, and Heather came down to say hello to us. Ashley and Sandy were topless and wearing small shorts. Heather, however, had taken everything off and looked, well, beautiful. Pam and April came up and renewed acquaintance with Ashley and Sandy.

Ashley said to April, "I'd have never thought you'd go naked."

April actually blushed, which was quite nice. "Pam pressured me into this, but I've got to say I've had a great time. I don't want to get dressed. Oblivious to the nude and beautiful Heather, April went on "Have you guys tried this? You've got to."

That gave Pan an opening. "Come on over to my folks' place. They're having some people in. It's not far. We're all going. You'll pretty much have to get naked there." Sara looked at me and shrugged.

In the end, we went. Becca and Jeff had built a huge glass conservatory on the rear of their house. Inside was a large pool and hot tub, and plants everywhere you turned. The ambiance was such that clothes would have seemed very out of place. A few people Jeff and Becca's age (and mine) were there. Pam and her college friends were there. Then there was Ashley, Sandy, Heather, Trish, Larry, Sara, and me. After we stripped off and got drinks, Jeff came up to me.

"Mr. S, I'm pretty sure that Pam wants to fuck you. I'm ok if that happens; just don't tell me, ok?"

It didn't. We were tired, didn't really know anyone, and had flights out the next day. When we left, Ashley, Sandy, and Heather left with us. They followed us to our motel. It was getting late and they really didn't want to drive back to the Orlando area at night. Naturally, we said that they could stay with us.

In our room, everyone stripped down immediately. We talked for a while, mainly Ashley, Sandy, and Heather asking Trish and Sara about the experience of swimming nude in front of 1,000 people. The answers Trish and Sara gave were so enthusiastic that I'm pretty sure all three of the college swimmers determined to do it themselves.

Then we confronted a reality we'd overlooked. Trish, Larry, Sara, and I shared a bed so the room only had one king size bed. With a bit of determination, we made it work for seven instead of four. I guess you could say that Larry and I had every guy's dream: sleeping nude with five beautiful nude ladies. 

Everyone was sleeping on his or her side. As we got into bed, Sara got a sly look on her face. Reaching between my legs, she began running a finger just behind my balls. Naturally, that got me hard quickly. 

Sara announced to the room that "Harry and I like to sleep with him in me." She guided my dick into her cut as we lay on our sides facing each other. We hadn't slept this way before, but Sara apparently wanted to show off. Heather got into bed behind me with her breasts pressed into my back. I didn't really sleep well that tightly packed even though I was packed between two extraordinarily beautiful ladies. Several times during the night I felt Heather's hand reaching between Sara and me to check that I was still in Sara. I was.

In the morning, everyone showered and packed pretty quickly. Before we went our separate ways, Heather stopped Sara and me. In a somewhat pleading tone, but with a very endearing look on her stunning face, Heather asked the two of us: "Harry, sometime you will spend a whole night with your dick in me like you were in Sara last night, please?"

Sara answered for me. "Yes, he will definitely do that."



A Traditional Swim Ch. 16



This story is part of a series. Chapters 1 through 15 will provide context. However, this story may, I hope, be enjoyed as a stand-alone work.

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Heather went back to college and Sara and I went back to the island after the nude meet in Tampa. We lived very quietly on the island. We stayed in touch with Heather, Ashley, and Sandy as their season progressed, spent time at Sally's bar, and continued to explore and make friends around the island. Actually, Sara made most of the friends. Her great personality and tremendous physical beauty drew all kinds of people to her. I just tagged along. 

Sara started us on my rigorous training in January. We split between open water work swimming out of our cove and pool work at the local municipal pool. Since we trained nude, we had to hit the municipal pool ridiculously early each day to get done before it opened to the public. Sara's goal was to get us ready for another season of nude meets. However, while Sara was in regular communication with numerous people in her nude swim meet network, nothing was coming together. Apparently, too many people in this network were still involved in mainstream swimming and were simply too busy during the collegiate and high school swim seasons. Nonetheless, we trained religiously. When the calendar told us that we had made it from January to May, it was time to go back to Florida. We had been invited to Ashley's and Sandy's college graduation.

We were only in Florida for a few days. Naturally, Ashley and Sandy had family in and were spending most of the time around graduation with them. Although Rob had also graduated, he was missing the ceremony because he was already with the White Sox rookie league farm team. 

Much of our time was spent with Heather. With Loren's tacit approval, Heather was able to get us into the university pool a few times where the three of us swam naked. Loren was also kind enough to invite us back to train with her team the following September, provided that we trained naked. Of course, we agreed.

We were sitting with Heather in the health food bar after one of our swims when Heather said,

"I am really not looking forward to the summer."

"Why not?" Sara asked.

"I'm going to have to go home and spend the summer living with my parents. I only recently learned the joy of going naked and I have to give it up for three months. There is no way I can nude living with my parents."

"Can't you sneak out to a lake or stream?" Sara asked.

"No. Since my body developed, I'm treated at home the way I've read that they treat women in Saudi Arabia. I'm not allowed out without an escort."

"That is absurd," Sara commented.

"Wait," I said. "Your parents fully support your swimming, right?"

"Absolutely," Heather replied. "The scholarship saves them paying for my college."

"What if you could find somewhere more relaxed to spend the summer and explain it to your parents as training?" I suggested.

Heather and Sara both discerned where I was heading and started smiling. Heather's smile quickly fell, however.

"My parents don't know you. I don't think that they would go for me spending the summer with you on a Caribbean island unsupervised."

"Heather!" Sara scolded. "You're 18. You don't need your parents' permission to visit us!"

"Yes, but, defying them on something like that would bring on a complete break. I really can't do that. Better just to do my thing out of their sight and hearing and let them think that I'm the good little fundamentalist daughter."

"What if," I asked, "one of your coaches was with you?"

Heather and Sara both gave me questioning looks.

"Loren is taking Sandy on as a graduate assistant coach next season, isn't she?"

"Yes," Heather said slowly.

"Maybe we can persuade Sandy to come down as your chaperone." I said. "Would that overcome your parents' objections?"

Heather brightened. "It might."

Sandy really had nothing to do until the swim season started next fall. She was more than happy to stay with us over the summer.

"I assume that I can pack very light," Sandy said, smiling.

Persuading Heather's parents was somewhat more difficult. We had to enlist Lauren (who also thought Heather's parents were stifling her) to speak to them. Loren gave Heather's parents and enthusiastic endorsement of us and of the training Heather would receive on the island. Loren also assured them that Sandy, whom Loren trusted completely, would be there to keep Heather away from bad influences. Loren emphasized that a summer's training in an environment like ours could make the difference between Heather making the NCAAs and not. It was, of course, pure BS. But, everyone who knew Heather wanted to give her the opportunity to spread her wings.

"What do we do if your parents decide to visit?" Sara asked.

"No chance of that," Heather responded. "Mom and Dad have never been out of the U.S. Dad likes to say (Heather puffed her chest mockingly and also quite strikingly) 'If we don't have it in America, I'm not interested.'"

The deal was done. We scrambled to get Heather a passport on an expedited basis. A week after graduation, Heather and Sandy joined us on the flight back to the island. As an additional bonus, Ashley had agreed to come down for most of July. She started graduate school in Gainesville in late August.

After a day of relaxation, Sara had all four of us training very early and very naked at the municipal pool. Heather was loving it. At her suggestion, we began riding nude in Sara's SUV from the cove to the pool. We went over early enough that no one was out or on the roads. Coming back, however, there was human activity and we were typically seen. Sara, Heather, and I enjoyed being seen. Sandy was discovering that she also enjoyed being seen nude. She was certainly worth seeing.

Sara was continuing to work her network to arrange some nude meets. One afternoon, one of her contacts sent her a number of pictures, probably posed, showing something that looked like a swim meet in which the ladies all wore suits and the men were all nude. Sara's contact included the question, "What about something like this?"

Sara showed the pictures first to Heather and Sandy. Sara told me about it later. Heather wasn't impressed. For her, the attraction was that she got to go nude. Of course, Heather could not swim in any of these totally unsanctioned meets anyway for fear of losing her eligibility to swim at school.

Sandy's first reaction was "having just the guys nude makes it more overtly sexual." Sara said that Sandy thought for a second, then said "but, hell, it is sexual. What if we had one where the guys are nude and the girls wear suits and another where the girls are nude and the guys wear suits?"

Sara liked that idea and began circulating it among her network. Apparently, the idea caught on. Becca and Jeff offered to host both meets at the pool in Tampa so long as they both got to compete. After some checking, they came up with dates on a Thursday and Saturday so that everyone could make only one trip to Tampa.

It was at this point that Sara disclosed the idea to me. She showed me the pictures of the naked men and suited women she had received. Sara gave me her "persuasion" smile.

"You'd enjoy doing that, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah," I said. "That could be fun. I do think that it is too bad if you ladies will be covered up though."

Sara laughed. "Don't worry. We're going to do a second meet two days later with the girls nude and the guys in suits. In both cases, it will emphasize the nudity of the people who are nude. That should be fun. I think that we've got a fair number of people committed to swim. We're going to do the CFNM meet first, but the rule is that, if a girl swims suited in the first meet, she has to swim nude in the second."

So, it was on and I was committed to do it. Sara and Sandy would be swimming. Heather was coming along to help.

I remember feeling a bit different walking into the natatorium in Tampa this time. It wasn't going to be a nude meet. Only we men would be on display. 

Coming into the pool area an hour before the meet, we met Becca, Jeff, Pam, and a well-built young man. The young man was Jason, Pam's older brother.

"We needed another guy for our coed relay," Pam explained. That confirmed that Jason would be swimming tonight.

After the introductions, Becca said, "This is great. I get to swim tonight. I'm regret that I didn't get to swim last time. I'm just sorry that I have to wear a suit."

Pam smiled and said, "Well Mom, you'll get to be naked Saturday."

Becca looked at her daughter, smiled, and said, "You went nude at the last meet, but I didn't get to."

"True," Pam responded, "but I wasn't swimming. This time, I'll be bent over on the blocks showing everything. So will you Mom."

"I know," Becca replied. "I'm looking forward to it."

At that point, Pam's friend and teammate April walked up.

Pam asked us, "You guys remember April?"

I certainly did. April had helped run our last nude meet at this pool. Pam had talked her into to going naked. That had been April's first time nude amongst a lot of people and I think that she became a convert. Like Pam, April was a very, very lovely young lady.

Pam continued on. "April is swimming tonight. She'll be the other woman on our medley relay." Pam grinned and added, "And, April will be swimming Saturday night."

April said hello to us all. "I'm happy that you invited me to participate. I'm really looking forward to Saturday. Scared, but also very excited."

I couldn't help asking Pam and April, "Are you worried about your eligibility? We did some checking and decided that it was too risky for Heather to swim in these meets."

April answered me. "Pam and I graduated in the spring, so we don't have the NCAA to worry about. I doubt that USA Swimming will find out, or care if they do. It's not like we're submitting times from these meets or being paid to swim. I can't speak for Pam, but I really doubt that I'll be swimming many more sanctioned meets. These meets will be great for me because I can swim competitively in a more relaxed environment, have some fun, and make some new friends."

Pam agreed. "I suppose that I could keep swimming sanctioned meets, but it's not like I'm fast enough to go to the Olympics or Pan American. Besides, I've got a chemistry degree I need to put to use. Swimming in these meets naked will give me the motivation to stay in shape."

"Shape" for both Pam and April was a very beautiful thing.

"Changing the subject," Becca interjected, "we're using separate locker rooms. That should create a bit of tension. Everyone will assemble in the hall outside the locker rooms and march into the boy-girl-boy-girl, or nude-clothed if you prefer. That should look interesting. And," Becca smiled, "we've sold out both nights. Oh, and we want you in suits in the warm up pool."

"Damn Becca, why?" I asked.

"It will be better if you don't get naked around the girls before the actual meet," she answered.

I felt strange in the warm-up pool. I had not swum wearing anything in a long time. As I finished warming up, Sara came over with a younger man who was built like a top-flight swimmer.

"Harry," Sara said, "this is Ed. Ed was a Pac-12 champion four years ago. He's the fourth on our medley relay. He'll anchor and swim free."

As I extended my hand to shake, I asked Ed, "you ready for this?"

Ed smiled. "It should be fun. Besides, I don't mind showing my dick to see girls in the old-style suits. What they compete in now is not sexy at all."

I had to agree. The competition suits in use now are ugly and cover the swimmer up in order to reduce drag in the water. The ladies in our group had decided to compete in older-style suits that were tight and cut very high on the hips and lower on the chest. These suits were not the fastest, but they showed much more skin and much more of the swimmer's figure. Frankly, they were sexy.

After the warm-ups, the girls went off to put on their competition suits. We went into the men's locker room to strip off. After several minutes and quite a few piss stops, we all walked naked out into the hall. The girls were already out there. Most of them looked very good. As I walked down the hall to find Sara, I saw Trish looking great in a tight, very high cut red suit.

Trish called out "Harry!" I walked over.

"How are you Trish?"

Trish looked at me a moment. "Hairless?"

"Yeah. Sara, Heather, and Sandy shaved me last night."

Trish reached out, lifted up my dick, and looked at my balls for a moment.

"They did a good job. Hairless looks good on you Harry."

"Trish, that suit looks pretty great on you," I replied.

"Thank you, but don't I look better without a suit?" Trish asked flirtingly.

"Of course," I responded, "but the suit is pretty hot. Where's Larry?"

"Back in Connecticut," Trish answered with what seemed to be genuine displeasure.

"Good luck and have fun," I said and walked on down the line to find Sara.

I saw her quickly. Sara stands out in any group. In this instance, she was wearing a light blue one-piece that looked painted on. It was lower on her chest than a real competition suit and was so high on her legs that the back was almost a thong. Sara looked tremendous.

Waiving me over, Sara said "your place in line is here, behind Pam."

Pam was wearing a more conservative medium blue suit. Also high on her hips, it fully covered Pam's tight ass. Pam looked me up and down.

"You look good shaved, Harry," she said.

"I don't like swimsuits, but that one looks great on you," I responded.

"I wish I could take it off right now," Pam replied.

Sara tapped my shoulder. I turned to her and she hugged me tightly.

"This is pretty hot," she whispered in my ear. I kissed her.

One of Pam's former teammates who was helping run the meet called for our attention. It was time to march in. Marching behind Pam's ass covered in that tight material was engaging and, I think, Pam was adding some motion in her walk for my benefit. More than once, I felt Sara slap my bare ass.

Walking into the pool was a relief in one sense because the hallway was air conditioned to the point that it was chilly. The pool had the usual warm moist air. Looking around, I saw that Becca had been right. All of the seats were filled and people were standing in the back. We marched a complete lap around the pool deck. 

There was seating on three sides of the pool. The first rows of seats on two of the three sides were very close as we walked by. Had anyone wished to, they could have reached out and touched me without extraordinary effort. I made eye contact with as many spectators as I could as I walked by. I felt very exposed and that felt wonderful. I was really very proud to be walking naked in front of these people with my dick, balls, and ass on full display.

As we finished our lap at the competitors' seating behind the blocks, Sara asked me. "Having fun Harry?"

I grinned at her and nodded.

The racing was interesting. The meet started with the women's 50 fly. Fly was one of Sandy's strongest strokes so I expected her to win. By luck of the draw, Pam was in the lane next to Sandy. Sandy got a great start and had about a body length lead just before the turn. After the turn, it seemed a very long time before Pam surfaced. When she did, she was just slightly behind Sandy. Pam really burned the final 25 and touched Sandy out at the wall.

My first race was the men's 50 breast. Ed was in the lane next to me. We both noticed that the ladies were all standing behind the blocks. As we bent down to our marks, exposing our balls and assholes, Ed laughed and said "the full Monty."

I had been training well and thought that I had a good shot. Ed beat me off the blocks and stayed just a bit ahead of me for the whole 50 meters. I realized that he was considerably younger, but I decided that I really wanted to beat him.

Ed and I raced each other again in the 100 breast. Ed was in front of me through the last turn. An extra shot of adrenaline kicked in and I swam probably the best 25 meters of my life. I touched just in front of Ed. The effort left me completely exhausted. Sara and Sandy had to help me out of the pool.

It took me several minutes of sitting to get back to normal breathing and heart rate. A few minutes later, I decided to head back to the locker room for an energy drink. As I walked naked along the long side of the pool between races, I heard a female voice call "Mr. Stone." Naturally, I had walked along the side where spectators were sitting. Turning, I saw a woman whom I guessed to be between 30 and 40 stand and gesture to me. Walking closer, I saw that sitting next to the woman was a girl in her late teens or early 20s. The woman gestured again so I walked over.

As I got close, the woman said, "Mr. Stone, I'm Claire and, gesturing towards the girl, this is my daughter Emily. We saw you swim here a few months ago and we've been following you on the naked racers website (a site that Sara and a few others maintained to promote our nude meets). Emily just graduated from high school this spring. She swam for her school all four years. We're both fans. Emily is too embarrassed to ask you, but, may we have your autograph?"

Being asked for my autograph was a first. Being asked for my autograph while standing nude in front of a lady and her daughter was more than a bit strange. Nonetheless, I nodded and said "sure." Claire handed me one of the single sheet programs we were using and a pen. Not having any place to write, I put the program against my bare and damp thigh and signed as best I could. Claire was smiling. Her daughter's expression was ambiguous.

As I handed the program back to her mother, Emily said, "Thank you Mr. Stone. May I ask a question?"

"Of course."

"What is it like to be totally naked in front of all these people?"

"Emily, I'm not sure that I can adequately explain it, but it is a wonderful experience. I feel both empowered and liberated. There is also something sexy about knowing that people are looking at, and hopefully enjoying, my naked body."

"That is pretty much what I thought," Emily said. "I'd love to do it, to be naked in front of a crowd like this. Oh, and I do enjoy looking at you naked."

I glanced at Claire expecting an expression of stern disapproval of her daughter's stated desire to go nude in from of a couple thousand people. To the contrary, Claire was smiling and nodding.

"If you're serious," I said, hoping that I wasn't making a mistake, "I think that you can still enter to swim Saturday. That is when the ladies swim naked."

Emily's face broke into a smile. "Really?"

Claire almost floored me by saying, "That would be great!"

"What would you want to swim?" I asked.

Emily replied, "I was best in backstroke."

"I'll talk to some people and see if there is space for you to swim," I said.

Together, Emily and Claire said, "thank you."

I walked away mentally shaking my head in astonishment. I was so taken aback that I didn't notice Heather walking towards me until she was right in front of me.

"You've developed a fan club, Harry?" Heather asked grinning.

"Something like that I guess," I replied. "But, the younger lady of that pair said that she wants to swim with us Saturday night. She was a high school backstroker."

Heather asked, "Does she understand that the women are nude Saturday?"

I nodded, "that's why she wants to do it."

"Ok, "Heather said skeptically. "I think that we've got room. I'll go talk to them." Heather walked off in the direction of Claire and Emily.

Fortunately for me, the 100 breast was my last race, save for a relay leg. That gave me a reasonable amount of time to recuperate. While I was pondering whether I was too old for this sort of thing, the races went on. Sara swam all three distances in both the back and free and won all six races. Sara never ceases to astound me. Pam beat Sandy again in the 100 fly. Neither lady swam the 200. Sandy saved face by beating Pam in the 50 and 100 breast and Sandy just touched out April in the 200.




A Traditional Swim Ch. 16



The coed medley relay was the last race of the evening. I dragged my tired bare body to the blocks. Sandy would open for us swimming fly. I would swim second in the breast. Sara had the third leg in the back. Ed would anchor us swimming freestyle. While there were a number of other swimmers and four other relay teams, it looked like the competition was from our local friends. Rather than Becca and Jeff swimming the relay, our hosts had assembled a team of Pam, Jason, April, and April's boyfriend. I was not optimistic about our chances.

One benefit of the relay was that, standing behind the blocks, we had a lovely view of Pam, Sandy, and Trish bent over on the blocks in their very tight suits. All three looked better nude, but this sight by itself would have made the evening worthwhile. It didn't last long. Once again, Sandy got a great start. Once again, Pam reeled her in, giving Jason a slight lead over me. While I followed Jason for the first 50, I was able to catch up over the second so that Sara hit the water simultaneously with April. I had never seen it happen before, but the two ladies paced each other exactly for 100 meters and finished their legs simultaneously. 

Ed was giving up about five years to April's boyfriend, Matt, who had also swum in college. The two men paced each other until about the last 20 meters when Ed gave it just a little more and touch just ahead of Matt. Although these races were really just entertainment for everyone, Ed was very pumped about the win. He grabbed the bottom of the blocks and forcefully pulled himself out of the pool. Then he jumped up and down naked on the pool deck for several seconds.

Sara was quietly pleased. She walked over and hugged me, reaching down with one hand to gently stroke my dick. Heather walked up and softly slapped my bare ass.

"Good work Harry."

While we generally did not do anything like a "medal's ceremony," Becca and Jeff had decided that the first, second, and third place relay teams should get special recognition, and a chance to show off, as the last race of the night. Three small risers were brought out and the top three teams assembled on them facing the largest section of seats. I stood naked between Sara and sandy as we all waved to and thanked the spectators. Glancing towards Claire and Emily, I saw that they were smiling and waving back energetically.

As I walked out of the shower in the locker room, Heather came up to me. "It was a little strange, but the girl in your fan club is signed up to swim Saturday and her mother seems to be thrilled."

I smiled. "We won you over to going naked. Maybe Emily has the same good judgment as you but just better parental support," I said.

Heather smiled. "Maybe. She's one up on me. She gets to swim naked Saturday. I don't."

We took it very easy that night and the next day. Friday's only real activity was that Sara, Heather, Sandy, and I went out for an early dinner with Pam, April, and Matt. If anyone at a nearby table was listening to our conversation, they probably thought that the whole thing was a put-on. Most of the conversation was about nude swimming and going nude before an audience. Thursday had been Matt's first such experience. He admitted that he was initially unwilling but that April pressured him to come to the meet and swim naked. He also admitted to being very nervous.

"Among other things," Matt said, "I was afraid that I'd get a boner on the pool deck in front of all those people."

"Would that have been a bad things?" Heather asked, teasing a bit.

"Well," April said, "Matt didn't want to take that chance. A little while before we formed up to march in, I took him around a corner and gave him my grade A blowjob."

Matt laughed. "April sucked me so dry that I became worried about being shriveled up."

Matt had yet to see the ladies swimming nude and was very much looking forward to that. From the conversation, it was clear that the ladies were looking forward to swimming nude. Except, of course, Heather, who would have to stay clothed. She was not pleased.

We were all especially proud of April. As she explained,

"Pam asked me to help at the meet a few months ago. I was shocked. I had never been naked except for a boyfriend. Pam promised me that we would just be helping to run the meet and we'd keep our clothes on." April paused.

"We got there and I saw all the nude swimmers. They looked so comfortable and looked like they were really having fun. Pam had walked off for a few minutes and, when she came back, she was naked. I kept my clothes on and went back to timing. A race later, Pam came over and told me that I'd really enjoy myself more if I took my clothes off. A few hours before, I would not have thought about going naked in front of all, or even some, of those people. But, when Pam said that, I just thought 'yeah, she's right.' I took everything off and went on working. It was weird. I knew people could see my bare tits, and ass, and my pussy; and that really felt good. Now, I love being naked and enjoy it more if people can see me."

"I'm not complaining," Matt interjected to good natured laughing.

"And," April continued, "last night I thought that it was great that Matt was naked in front of all of those people. I was just sorry that we couldn't both be naked together."

"Well," Sara said, "if you keep swimming in our meets, you'll get to be naked together in front of people a lot."

Matt and April looked at each other. It seemed to me that they both liked that idea a lot.

Pam said, in a mock pout, "at least you have a boyfriend to get naked with. I'll be out there bare as the day I was born with no one special to look at me. And, I haven't been fucked in months."

April smiled and retorted, "Whose fault is that? You are so damned picky."

Heather interjected, "Pam, at least you get to take your clothes off. I have to stay dressed."

"But," Pam replied, "You can get naked at the party at my parents' house afterwards. In fact, we'll be offended if you don't."

The conversation went on in that good-natured vein through dinner. We all called it a night very early. 

Sara, Heather, Sandy, and I were back in our hotel room when Sandy said to me, "Harry, I think Pam wants you to fuck her."

Sara said, "That might not be a bad idea Harry. She's gorgeous and athletic. I'm betting that she'd be a great fuck."

"We'll see" was my weak reply.

Before we got to the pool Saturday evening, Sara gave me the new competition suit she had bought for me. Since we always swam nude, I didn't have one. I was prepared to dislike it. However, putting it on in the locker room, I was surprised. It was comfortable and very light. Looking in a mirror I saw that, while the suit went below mid-thigh, every bit of my body was clearly outlined. If I had to swim clothed tonight, this was probably as good as it got.

Maintaining our new tradition, the clothed guys went into the hall to line up first. Then the naked girls came out of their locker room. Sara, of course, looked exquisite and she glows any time she's naked around a lot of people. However, Sandy, Pam, April, and Trish all looked very beautiful in the nude too.

I hugged Sara tightly. She ran her fingers over my dick through the suit, getting me a bit firm. As we broke our embrace, Pam walked up.

"Nice suit Harry. It shows you off pretty well."

"I'd rather be wearing what you are Pam. By the way, you look fantastic." She did, too.

I put Sara in line in front of me so that I could slap her bare ass like she had done to me on Thursday. Sandy was behind me and I got to hug her too before we marched in. 

Just then, a slightly younger girl, cute, but not quite beautiful, came up. She was, of course, completely nude. In a voice bubbling with enthusiasm, she said "Mr. Stone, what do you think?" She did a quick spin around.

It took me a second to figure out that this was Emily. Her body was actually pretty good and, like anyone, she looked much better naked than clothed.

"Emily, you look exquisite," I said.

Her smile grew wider. She leaned forward and hugged me tightly. "Thank you for giving me the opportunity and the courage to do this. I'm having so much fun!"

Emily let go of me and stood back a step. She looked me up and down. "I like you better naked, but I can still see everything. Not bad Mr. Stone."

I introduced Emily to Sara and Sandy. Sara gave Emily a hug. "Emily, I'm so glad that you joined us," Sara said. "It does feel better being nude, doesn't it?"

"Absolutely!" Emily gushed. "I need to get Mom to do this too."

As Emily walked on to get a place in line, Sara smiled at me. "She's a nice girl," Sara said.

We marched in. As I looked at the crowd, it seemed that they had found a way to squeeze a few more people in tonight than Thursday. In front of me, Sara was waving to the fans as we walked around the pool, her exhibition glow at full power.

Behind me, Sandy exclaimed, "Wow, this is great!"

As we walked along the long side of the pool in front of the spectators, I saw Claire, again in the front row. Claire reached a hand out to me, which I clasped briefly. "Thank you," she said, "Emily's having a blast."

The meet itself was less exciting for me since I was clothed. Ed beat me this time in both races. The start of the coed medley relay was even better with Trish, Sandy, and Pam bent over on the blocks nude, fully exposing themselves to those of us behind. Sandy and Sara both swam better naked so that Ed only had to hold our lead against Matt. Ed did. As the three teams again stood on the riser in front of the crowd, Sandy and Sara nodded at each other and then peeled the trunks off of Ed and me. Seeing that, Pam and April did the same to Jason and Matt. All eight of us got to do a full frontal nude to the crowd. That was fun.

There was, of course, a party for the folk involved in the meet at Becca and Jeff's house. Since we were all naked, we decided to shower together, before we did, Sara went to the ladies' locker room, collected Emily, and brought her back to shower with us. Emily's sheer joy in being naked with other people was endearing. As we left the shower, Pam invited Emily to the party.

"I'm with my mother," Emily said. "I expect that she'd love to go and she's pretty cool. Is that ok?"

Pam said that it was and Emily went off, naked, to find her mother.

As was expected, Sara, Heather, Sandy and I stripped off as soon as we got to Becca and Jeff's and left our clothes in the rental car. These parties were uninhibited, but never loud or unruly. As we finished undressing, another car pulled in behind ours and Emily and Claire got out.

They walked up to us. Claire said, "Mr. Stone, I want to thank you again for giving Emily the opportunity to swim tonight. She has been thrilled about it, and she looks pretty good naked, doesn't she." I agreed that Emily looked good naked.

Seeing the four of us nude, Emily asked "Can we take our clothes off here?"

Sara answered, "It is sort of expected at these parties."

Emily turned to her mother. "Mom, you need to strip naked too."

Claire looked at us uncertainly.

Sara said, "Claire, you will be the only person here with clothes on otherwise, and you should experience the pleasure which you daughter has had all night."

Claire looked at us for a moment. Emily was already topless and was enthusiastically pushing her jeans down. Finally, Claire smiled and said a soft "ok."

Claire pulled her polo shirt over her head. Her now naked daughter said, "Mom, I'll take your clothes." Claire handed Emily the top. Claire reached behind her back and undid the clasp on her bra. Claire did not hesitate, taking her bra right off to reveal a pair of large but firm breasts. Claire kicked her shoes off, undid the button on her slacks, lowered the zipper, and let the slacks fall to her feet. She stepped out of them and handed them to Emily. Claire was standing in only a pair of panties. She was an attractive woman although she was gaining size in her butt.

Heather spoke up, "Claire, I remember my first time stripping off in front of these folks. Take a moment before you drop your panties. The anticipation that you are about to reveal your bare pussy and butt is really fun the first time."

Claire did as she was told. She stood there in the Florida evening in only her thin panties. She looked each of us in the eye. She was smiling but breathing somewhat hard. Finally, she pushed the panties down, stepped out of them, and handed them to Emily.

Emily said, "Yea Mom!"

As Emily took their clothes to their car, Claire said to Heather and the rest of us, "You were right. The anticipation is exciting. I'm afraid I'm a bit wet."

Sara replied, "That's ok. Nude isn't just about sex, but it can be fun to be sexy while you're nude or getting nude." Emily walked back and the six of us walked naked into the party.

Everyone had a bit to drink, but no one got out of control. I was standing in a corner talking to April and Matt when Pam, looking stunning in her birthday suit, came up.

"Harry," Pam said, "I'm done dropping hints. I'd really like you to fuck me."

April laughed. "I knew that was coming."

I wasn't sure how to react. Pam was beautiful, intelligent, and very sexy; but I wasn't sure that I wanted to go down that path.

Heather saw, and may have heard, what was going on. She saved me. Striding over to us, Heather reached out and firmly grabbed my dick. Looking at Pam, Heather said, "I'm sorry, but this is inside of me tonight."

Pam took it well and walked away. Heather was still holding me when Sara walked up.

"Harry, you haven't made love to Heather, ever. I think that needs to change. But, let's do that at the hotel, this is too crowded."

We gathered Sandy and Sara invited Ed to join us. We said our good byes and drove naked back to the hotel. Naked, Sandy got out and got several towels we had placed in the trunk. The five of us wrapped ourselves in the towels and walked through the hotel lobby to the elevator carrying our clothes. 

In the room, I looked at Heather and said, "You haven't swum at all today. Would you like to go to the rooftop pool?" It was fairly late and I thought it likely that we'd have the pool to ourselves.

"Can we go up naked?" Heather asked, smiling.

"Of course," I answered. We told Sara, Sandy, and Ed where we were going. Heather and I each threw a towel over a shoulder. I did remember to pick up a key card. We stepped naked into the hallway.

My plan was fine except that, when the elevator opened, there was a couple in evening clothes. With no hesitation, Heather stepped into the elevator. Smiling, she told the couple that we were going to the pool. Heather and I stood naked, holding hands, in front of the other couple.

The elevator stopped again a few more floors up. The couple excused themselves as they stepped past us and got off. As the door was closing, I heard the woman say, "Bill, I think that we should go swimming."

Once the door closed fully, Heather and I started to laugh, hard. I reached out and hugged Heather tightly. She leaned up and kissed me. We kept the kiss going until the elevator opened on the roof. 

We dropped our towels on a chaise. Fortunately, the hotel had left cushions out. Heather and I got into the pool. We stood in waist high water, facing each other.

Heather reached out and took my dick in her hand. "You really want to swim Harry?"

"No."

We climbed out of the pool. We didn't bother to dry off. Heather pulled a cushion off of a chaise and laid it on the concrete. She lay down on her back and spread her gorgeous legs. I got down and began to eat her. Heather quickly pushed on my head.

"Harry, I'm ready. In me, please."

I moved up over Heather, supporting my weight on my arms. She looked so wonderful. We kissed again. She reached down to my dick and guided me into her.

I had a moment's scare when I realized that Heather was, up until then, a virgin.

Heather sensed my anxiety. "Don't worry," she whispered. 

I trusted Heather (and still do) so I stopped worrying. I was moving back and forth in Heather gently as we learned about each other. I sucked her nipples. I gently bit her earlobe. 

Heather whispered again, "Let's take all night."

That didn't happen. As I was thrusting slowing into Heather, we heard the elevator door open. I looked up. It was the couple from the elevator. They were both naked.

The woman said, "Look Bill, just what I'd hoped."

The man said to us, "please don't stop because of us. If you don't mind, we'll do the same thing."

I said, somewhat roughly, "Please do." Heather giggled.

We heard much more than saw the other couple start fucking on the other side of the pool. From the sounds, they were more vigorous and the woman was soon making little yelps. Being a competitive person, Heather signaled to me to pick up the pace, which I did. Heather had her legs locked around me and I was thrusting into Heather hard and fast when we heard the woman scream then moan loudly. That was followed quickly by an "oh God" from the man. We kept going.

Finally, Heather came, violently. Shortly after that, I exploded inside Heather. This was every bit as good as sex with Sara. Heather pulled me into her with her legs two or three more times. "I want every drop," she said.

Finally, I rolled off of Heather and lay beside her. We were both gasping for air, but we kissed again, and again. Finally, we regained awareness of our surroundings. I looked over and saw the elevator couple standing together naked a few feet away watching us.

The woman was actually quite attractive naked. She made eye contact with me. She smiled and said, "wow!"

Heather and I both started laughing again and hugged each other.

After a few more minutes, Heather and I stood up, walked over to the couple, and introduced ourselves. Alice and Bill were from Orlando and had gone to a gala in Tampa that night for some arts group they supported.

The four of us sat in chairs around a table on the pool deck. My seaman was visible between Heather's legs as was Bill's between Alice's legs. Both women seemed proud of having just been fucked.

"When we saw you get on the elevator naked," Alice said, "I decided that we just had to do the same. I thought that you'd come up here and make love and the thought of doing in the open air with another couple nearby also doing it was irresistible. Fortunately, Bill indulges my wild behavior."

The four of us talked for several minutes. It was with some regret that Heather and I decided that we needed to go back to the room. Alice and Bill were really very nice people. We left them sitting naked in the Florida night, holding hands.

Walking back into our room, we were greeted with the sight of Ed lying on his back on the bed. Sandy was straddling him, riding his dick. Sara was crouched over his face so he could eat her. Sara winked as she saw us walk in.

Sara panted out "we'll . . .be . . . done . . . in . . . a . . . few" and then let out a low moan. Knowing Sara, I was pretty sure that she was exaggerating her level of stimulation to encourage Ed. Still, this was pretty good. I plopped down in a chair to watch and Heather sat down in my lap.

After several more entertaining minutes, Sara had what appeared to be a real orgasm. When Sandy got off of Ed, I could see semen between her legs, so I was pretty sure Ed came. I didn't know Sandy well enough to tell whether she had gotten off.

Sara hoped off the bed. "We need to get to bed. We have an early flight tomorrow." That met with general agreement.

Sara looked at me. "The last time we were here, I promised Heather that you would spend a night sleeping with your dick in her. Get over here."

I knew what Sara had in mind. I walked over to the bed. Still standing, I put my hands on the mattress and bent forward.




A Traditional Swim Ch. 16



Sara said to Heather, "I'm going to show you something that works if you want to get a guy hard quickly."

Sara used her left hand to spread my butt cheeks. She pushed her right index finger past my asshole and began massaging my prostate. In very short order, she had me very hard.

Sara pulled her finger out of my butt, grabbed a tissue, and wiped off. Still talking to Heather, Sara said, "It is a bit messy, but guys like it, it is really effective, and I think that it is fun to do." Speaking to me, Sara instructed "Now, lie down."

I lay on the bed on my back with my dick pointing rigidly into the air.

Sara told Heather, "Get over here and straddle him." 

Heather did as she was told. Sara took my dick in hand and guided it into Heather. Once Heather had settled completely onto my pelvis and had me fully inside of her, she leaned forward and lowered her chest onto mine. I put my arms around her and we went to sleep.