0 comments/ 49015 views/ 2 favorites Au Naturel By: brunorivera My name is Nicole. I was born in the countryside. When my brothers, sisters and I were young, we could play in our back yard naked, especially in warm days, to sprinkle water from a garden hose or in an inflatable pool; or also, shower under the rain when this was light and fresh. But as we grew, we became conscious of the changes that happened in our bodies and got embarrassed; also, my parents were involved in a fundamentalist sect, and they discouraged us even more. Although I accepted, in principle, the new teachings, sometimes, I missed the freedom of the nakedness. One afternoon, I prepared the pool after an especially exhausting study session, and when my parents saw me, now retired, they condemned me by saying: "How dare you go out like that, you shameless...? Did we educate you for that? Go inside and get some clothes on!" I went into the house, crying, not much for the shame, but for the fear that in that moment my parents instilled in me. I showered in the bathroom, but it was not the same. They imposed me several more humiliating punishments than I deserved for my indiscretion, and from then on, I yearned to find my "garden of Eden" where I would never again be embarrassed, nor would another person be for my cause. That incident confused me, but it also motivated me to study in order to excel. I keep my body slender by exercise and a healthy diet, and perhaps for that reason, my bust is also small. For that reason, and for the upbringing of my home, I had to dress more modestly, and avoid the bad habits and excesses of other schoolmates, who also come from very religious families, but privately, they stray from a moral life. For good or for ill, I lost my virginity with a very attractive boy, in an outing near a lake, where I didn't dare to "skinny-dip" among my friends. He had a condom, but at first, he didn't want to use it. I insisted and he accepted, because the mere fact of having spent one on me gave him the pride that there was something to prove that he is already a man. The caresses were pleasant, but he ejaculated very quickly, leaving me unsatisfied. For that reason, we didn't go steady. I decided to study computer science, since it is the most profitable short career that I could get. Exploring the Internet, I discovered the pornographic pages, and although I had already seen magazines and videos during my adolescence, thanks to my siblings and friends, they didn't satisfy my ideal. It was exhibitionism and reckless sex, not the true natural beauty of the human being. Besides, there are hidden costs, in terms of billings from remote places and danger of computer viruses, like with indiscriminate sex in the era of AIDS. After graduating and going to work in a company that builds web pages, I took time to look for information on nudist camps and beaches, and at first, I didn't trust the results of the search engines, since they were a pretext for orgies and other abuses. Even so, I visited some, and I even had to join them, at least on a trial basis, complying with their requirements, that is, identifications and Social Security numbers, medical certificates and criminal records, evidence of residence and income, etc. At first, I felt at ease with showing my body "au naturel" without attracting attention, either for lewdness or for condemnation, but not every member was up to par with nudist morality. The erection in penises was tolerated, as long as it didn't last, and the presence of pubic hair was left to each one's preference. I allowed it to grow sometimes, and other times, I shaved it. I also experienced with creams and wax, and I didn't know which one irritated me more, whether the razor or the other products. There was a problem if two or more people got too aroused, they sometimes didn't have the privacy in order to satisfy their desires, or they didn't have prophylactics at hand, since there was not always in which to carry them. The ideal was to do it in cabins, but some could not contain the desires nor hide. Anyhow, I had to return to the real world to earn some money in order to maintain this lifestyle. After several years of trying, I was undecided between two that I found: one family-oriented and another more liberal. In this one, the organizers were smart enough and placed kiosks and even vending machines for condoms and creams, which could be debited from a special expense account. There were participants that didn't use of that material, but didn't bother others who required them. Two encounters impressed me more than most. In the first one, I went for a walk at a trail and a young man, whom I will call Mark, came from a nearby river. He smiled at me and was stopped to chat with me. Soon he got excited and he went along to get the prophylactics, but upon returning, he came with another male, called Edgar. This made me nervous, but upon seeing that both already came prepared, a desire for both took possession of me, and I went along. They took turns kissing me in the mouth, and after intertwining their tongues with mine, I conquered my fear. They passed to suck both my nipples and they gave me an orgasm in advance. Edgar licked my clitoris for a while, while Mark held my body on his, setting my thighs on fire with his throbbing penis. The guy in front of me got up and inserted his penis in my vagina slowly, and began a quick sway. He slowed down, and he even stopped in order to accommodate the other guy so that he could penetrate my anus. I protested, so they desisted, and Mark had to wait for Edgar to finish. He pressed harder inside me when he ejaculated, and he barely had the strength or willpower to leave my canal. When he did, he leaned by my side, and he caressed me and he kissed me gently while his friend thrust in me a little more quickly, between both, I achieved another substantial orgasm, and we took a rest. After a brief nap, we washed the semen and the mud that stuck to us in the river and they returned to their cabins. I walked more slowly, not so much for the fatigue, but in order to savor this new sensation of such intimate contact with nature. I wandered a little more and I met with another three men: Paco, who was over fifty years old, Douglas, taller, thin and of a light complexion, and with a penis that matched the shape of his body, and Jairo, of darker complexion, and shorter than the others. The young ones had condoms, but the older guy did not. The game among all began, and these gentlemen came with a definite idea: finding three holes in me to penetrate them simultaneously. They caressed me, and between playful advances and retreats, as testing each other, I gave in. I sat on Doug, impaling myself with his penis and I moved as if I was riding a horse. His penis reached where no man had reached before, and although I had a good orgasm, I didn't want to stop. Paco stopped in front of both of us and offered me his penis so I would suck it. At first, I didn't want to even open my mouth, but the pleasure that my "mount" gave me convinced me to accept it. The gentleman became hard inside my mouth, but he stayed flexible enough so that I wouldn't choke. I felt that the one who was left out embraced me from behind, fondling my breasts to increase the pleasure that I felt. He pressed his small but thick penis against my buttocks, and the warmth was heavenly. Little by little, he moved closer to my anus, but I could not scream with my mouth full with the old man's penis, who in that precise moment, ejaculated, but didn't pull out from my mouth. He even held my head while he lost his erection. Jairo entered very slowly, but, even so, it bothered me, because in fact, his penis is fatter than that of the others. The elder even gave him directions: "Like that, slowly; wait for her to open up, and when she does, you push in a little more." I trembled, because the sensation changed gradually from pain to more pleasure. Now the one that I had on my back governed the pace of the others, even mine. He wanted to stroke in and out quickly, but he held back, at least, for one or two minutes. Upon seeing the scene, the one that had in front of me recovered the erection and he even achieved another small orgasm, and this time, his semen slipped out of the corner of my lips. The young ones went stiff, as a consequence of their intense orgasms, the throb of their ejaculations inside their condoms triggered mine. Now, Jairo and I remained spooned in the bush, while he lost his erection and I expelled his member. I tried to rise, but instead, I staggered, because in my fatigue, my rectum hurt again. The redhead carried me in arms to the river, and there, between caresses from all, they helped me to wash. we had no more desire for sex, but we rather relieved ourselves by urinating in the water. The anal act caused me an unexpected defecation, between pleasant and painful, which the river also took away. Little by little, we returned to our cabins, and although I keep pleasing memories of this experience, it is too strong to repeat. In fact, I stopped visiting the "orgy" camp, and I became more interested in the other one, whose atmosphere is more family. The only thing, other than nudity, is that it's more rigid in terms of conduct, like my hometown; after all, people bring children along. There we learn how to strip the disguises and the sense of unease with our own bodies. It was a more spiritual place. I became interested in working with the children, so I became a day-care assistant. I even gave introductory computing courses to the older children, who must attend regular schools, and to adults. I also built the camp's web page, where we expressed our particular philosophy, so it would not be misconstrued as a porn site. Little by little, the work became full-time, since the parents went out to work in the dressed-up world, and in the afternoons, they pick up the children, still dressed, to retire to their cabins. Even so, nobody is embarrassed by the contrast. One day, a single young woman, with a lot of curiosity about our ideas, began to live and to collaborate in the community. She asked many questions, but I convinced her to be more discreet. In order to satisfy her queries, I took her along for walks in the woodlands, so we could converse in total honesty. In one of these walks, she felt aroused and a little embarrassed, because besides the erect nipples, which are quite common between nudists of both sexes, her vulva was very wet. She looked at me very expressively, and began to grow wet there below. She extended her fingers to touch me and I allowed it. We sat against one of the trees, deep inside the forest, and then, her caresses were more sexual. We embraced and she kissed my mouth. I felt very nervous, but she was even more. Then, I was filled with an intuitive understanding and I corresponded to her kisses. She caressed my small breasts and had fun stimulating my nipples. I began to knead her tits, a cup size larger than mine, and stroked her nipples with my thumbs. She groaned raptly, and she became more moist. We went over each other's bellies and thighs with our hands, lips and tongues, until moving into a 69 position. I began to kiss her labia, impregnating my mouth and my cheeks with her fluids while she did the same to me. From time to time, I touched her clitoris with my upper lip or with the tip of my tongue, and she shivered. I believe that she felt an orgasm every time that I did this, because when she corresponded to me, I felt them. Feverishly, I picked up her clitoris between my lips, as if it were a penis, and I suckled it vigorously. At first, she was very dizzy from the orgasms, but she soon got into doing the same to me. Now I was the one who couldn't think straight. The only thing that I was able to do was to hang on to her clitoris not letting it go, and the vibration took care of the rest. The multiple orgasms reached a "crescendo" and with one last spurt that seemed women's semen, we lay spread at the foot of that tree. We had more stealthy encounters like that, and we even did in our cabins, but somehow, she lost her interest in nudism. Perhaps she regretted our lesbianism, because I felt likewise. We also received a little pressure for our conduct, because we set a bad example to the youth. When we said goodbye, we embraced to cry, she dressed in order to leave and I naked in order to stay. By e-mail, she told me that she got married, and sometimes, she visited us with her husband. He felt very uncomfortable in our atmosphere, but he consented to get undressed in the nature trails. As a married couple, I respected them and they only had sex between them, and mostly, in the cabin. Even so, they admitted to having enjoyed their love outdoors in a few occasions. But anyway, they preferred to lead their lives in the real world. For some years, I lived there, working in the same job, and I was even elected to the board of administrators. I helped to verify the new members, trying to identify patterns of conduct or attitudes that would put the stability of the commune in danger. Another young man came from the more permissive colony, called Thomas. I almost interrogate him like a detective to a suspect; I even had to ask how many times he had sex and with whom. At first, he was amused, insinuating that I wanted him, but little by little, he lost his patience as my questions became more incisive, in my concern that he could molest a minor. What inconvenienced him the most was having to admit that he had a homosexual encounter in the other commune, having to do everything, suck and be sucked, giving and getting it in the anus. When we got to that part, I left him alone. After several days of adjustment, he began to live together with more ease, and he admitted me the following: "I don't hold a grudge against you for what you forced me to say, honestly. After seeing the beauty of this place and the people, not merely by being nude, I understand how much you should look after your community." "Forgive me, I didn't want you to make you feel uncomfortable, but..." "It's all right, I already told you that I understand. I also know that you find me attractive." I don't know if she said as a boast in order to protect his masculinity or simply, I insinuated that to him, but anyhow, nothing else happened this time. He helped repair cabins until he got employment in the outside as a mechanic. Sometimes, he visited ne in my cabin or he invited me to his, at first, in innocent activities such as listening to music or talking, but soon the topic of sexuality came up. I had already left that group before Thomas joined it, so I felt curiosity by knowing how life there came to be after I left. One afternoon, in his cabin, he moved his hand to take mine while we had dinner, and I didn't refuse him. It was a nice gesture. We let go to continue eating, but when we sat on the sofa to rest listening to soft music, he took my hand again, and I smiling, I gave it to him. He had an erection and I became moist, but we tried to act casual. But his game of seduction continued, and he turned his face in front of mine and he kissed me. The heat in my vagina encouraged me to kiss back, and I led him to his bedroom, where he already had a condom on the bedside table. I told him, in a not too serious reproach: "You planned this all along!" "I admit it: I am guilty as charged! I want you and I love you." I hugged him and I kissed him, while I put the condom on him, and I lay on his bed for some brief caresses and obligatory kisses to my tits. I told him: "All right, get it in me now!" "Don't you want me to caress your vulva first?" "No, my love. Just do it." He penetrated me immediately, and I felt a blaze coursing through our genitalia. He moved in and out slowly, savoring the sensation. While we embraced, he moved his arms from my back to my buttocks to grab me better. He tried to caress my clitoris, but that caused me to squeeze his member not painfully, but rather bringing both of us to the brink of getting off too soon. He reduced his rhythm, and although I was able to handle his weight on me, he leaned back and gave me innocents caresses, in spite of the fact that he had me totally skewered with his manhood. He suddenly announced to me: "I'm coming!" And he began to move quickly. I squeezed my vaginal walls to get in touch with his orgasm, and it worked. We both screamed from pleasure while he pressed his abdomen against mine. His testicles throbbing against my perineum did the trick for me, and I also ejaculated. He pulled out of me to remove the condom, and although unsteadily, he led me to wash up. He urinated with force and he said that the sensation was almost like another orgasm. When I did so, I agreed with him. He walked me back to my cabin and he said goodbye to me, wanting to enter in order to have more action. I stopped him, saying: "Didn't you have enough for a single night?" "I thought that you would be ready to more." I imagined that he got word of my orgy in that other camp, but I didn't take it wrong. Simply, I kissed him and I pushed him out gently. He gladly returned to his lodging, with the hope that there will be more opportunities in the near future. To be continued... Au Naturel Simon hated weddings. Weddings in general, and this one in particular. As if it wasn't enough that he was missing out on a gloriously sunny Saturday afternoon in June, he was also dressed in a formal jacket, shirt and tie, literally feeling hot under the collar. Oh, and he had to be nice to all these relatives, half of whom he hardly knew, although he supposed that he had that joy to come, being the younger brother of the groom and all that. He wondered how many other eighteen year olds were suffering like him today, instead of being out playing football, or swimming, or otherwise enjoying themselves. Oh, well, there was at least one compensation -- Kate was here, younger sister of his brother's new wife. She probably hadn't registered his existence, being a full year older than him and therefore out of his league. She wasn't conventionally beautiful, he mused to himself, but she was certainly pretty and had a spark of life about her that he liked -- a lot. He watched her walk over from the other side of the function room, looking stunning in that peach-coloured bridesmaid's dress. He realised that he was staring and that she was now heading for the table where he was sitting on his own, away from the adults. His mouth went dry as she plonked herself down next to him with a cheery, "Hi, Simon -- you look like you're as bored as I am!" "Oh, er, hi, Kate. I thought girls were meant to enjoy weddings." "Not this one. We've lived and breathed this for so long, I just want it over with. Besides, it's Liz's day, so I have to be nice and not upset anyone, and I can't wait to get out of this dress." Simon had difficulty concentrating as an image of her getting out of the dress swam unbidden across his vision, but with a great effort he collected his thoughts in an effort not to sound like a total cretin. "So, what would you rather be doing?" "On a day like this? Swimming in the sea, or just lying on the beach." "Now that sounds more like it," he agreed, flexing his poor constricted toes and imagining them with cool, wet sand between them. "Bliss!" She looked up at him quickly with a half smile: "Why don't we?" "What, now?!" She laughed, "No, of course not -- they'd never forgive us. What are you doing tomorrow, though?" "Er, Sunday? Well, nothing, really." "Let's do that, then. You know where I live, don't you? Pick me up at ten." With that she was gone, leaving him with his thoughts in a whirl. Had he just been asked out? Surely not, she must just be bored, but then again, a day on the beach with her did sound very appealing. Somehow he got through the rest of the reception, smiling dutifully, his mind somewhere else entirely. He spent a rather restless night, but eventually woke with a pleasant feeling of anticipation. Having extracted his new sister's family address from his parents (rather subtly, he thought, not catching their arched brows and complicit smiles behind his back), he then spent an age deciding what to wear to impress her. Discarding shirt after shirt as unsuitable and torn between shorts or swimming trunks, he finally realised how ludicrous it was to agonise over beach wear, grinned ruefully at his image in the mirror, slipped on a favourite T-shirt and his shorts and set off for the short walk to her house. With some trepidation he rang the doorbell, and was very relieved when Kate answered it herself. He also noted gratefully that his choice of clothes had been the right one, as she was similarly attired in a sky blue T-shirt and a white peasant-style skirt. She stuffed a large, multicoloured towel into a cloth bag and they were on their way. She surprised him by turning right out of the house instead of left. "Aren't we going to the beach?" "Yes, but not that one -- I'm taking you to my favourite one, and for that we need the bus." He didn't really know any of the other beaches along the coast, but happily went along with her plan as they chatted at the bus stop and on the front seat of the open upstairs deck of the bus, the wind making her long, ripened corn-coloured hair stream out delightfully. It was funny -- usually he was very shy and tongue-tied with girls, but her natural assurance and easy conversation put him at ease, and he responded to her by becoming equally animated. Finally, she announced that they had arrived, jumping off the bus and leading the way down a track which meandered through a pine wood with sand dunes on either side. He followed, surreptitiously studying her bare, tanned legs and noticing how the skirt was partly see-through with the sun behind it. Feeling slightly guilty and somehow unworthy, he caught her up and grinned at her as they walked along in a companionable silence. His happiness wavered when they reached the beach. She was right, it was beautiful compared to the town beach, with a long stretch of pale golden sand backed by dunes, the whole thing framed by gleaming white low chalk cliffs at either end of the bay. What disconcerted him was the crude wooden sign in front of them which read, "Nude sunbathers may be seen beyond this point" She saw him staring aghast and said with an impish grin, "Don't worry, it's not compulsory!" He relaxed a bit at that, seeing that although there were undoubtedly some naked people on the beach, others were dressed in more conventional swimwear, and both groups seemed to co-exist quite happily. He hoped that they would stay well away from the knots of bare bodies, though -- he wouldn't know where to look. To his relief, Kate headed for a deserted patch of sand and claimed it as theirs with her huge towel. He rummaged in his own bag and laid his own towel down next to hers, straightening up just in time to see her cross her arms at the hem of the blue T-shirt and strip it off in one fluid movement, giving him a perfect view of the top half of her body, and his gaze locked onto the pair of firm young breasts which were facing him from only a couple of feet away. He looked away hurriedly before she could catch him staring, fumbling with his shirt buttons in confusion, then saw her unzip the side of her skirt and let the whole thing fall to the sand, leaving her standing before him clad only in a small and rather thin pair of white cotton panties. Even that small concession to modesty didn't last long, though, as she hooked her thumbs into the sides of the waist and unceremoniously removed them, too, before sitting down facing the sea with her arms round her knees as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Bare-chested, now, he hesitated. Did she expect him to, er .... God, he'd die of embarrassment! No, she's said it wasn't compulsory, so he left his shorts on and sat rigidly (in more ways than one!) next to her, studiously avoiding looking at the nude body by his side. Eventually, he summoned up the courage to speak. "Er, I've never been anywhere like this before." "What, a beach?" He was about to reply when he caught her eye and it dawned on him that he was being teased. "And I've certainly never seen anyone like you before," he ventured, and was rewarded by her momentary silence and what looked suspiciously like a touch of new colour in her cheeks. That made him feel better, knowing that she wasn't immune to embarrassment, either. He felt a bit of a fool, but was determined to match her self-possession. Taking a deep breath, he stood up and fumbled with the button of his shorts for what seemed like an age, then succeeded in undoing both that and the zip and hopping around rather inelegantly as he got the shorts over his feet and was finally as naked as her. She smiled encouragingly at him: "You're brave -- it took me two visits before I got that far." He felt a wave of gratitude for her understanding, then lay hurriedly down on his stomach next to her. He stayed in that position for a long time, enjoying the unfamiliar feeling of a pleasant breeze across his bare backside, stealing glances at her smooth body with its all-over tan, the golden hairs along her forearms, the slim but toned thighs and calves, and two lovely little dimples just above those peachy cheeks ... "Are you OK?" Guiltily he met her concerned eyes. "You need to change position -- I think your bum's getting sunburnt." It was, but that was better than the alternative. "Er, I can't," he mumbled, absolutely mortified, his other cheeks now burning, too. "What do you mean, you can't? Oh, I see ..." Now it was her turn to be embarrassed, but not for long. "It's OK," she said gently, "It's quite normal. Besides, perhaps I should be flattered. It's a good job I didn't ask you to do my back, then!" Her cheeky smile did nothing to help his problem, but he did feel slightly less awkward, and answered with a grin, "Don't make it harder for me!" She looked at him with mock severity for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Right, I know what will sort you out. Take my hand ... Now -- RUN!" She dragged him to his feet and together they ran full tilt to the water's edge and splashed into the waves, laughing and gasping as the cold water met their sun-warmed skin. Being naked in the water felt fantastic, truly free. Of course, Kate was right, as well -- his involuntary erection soon wilted in the cold water, and he began to relax properly. He watched Kate swimming, her streamlined body as natural in the water as a seal, her hair floating on top of the water like a golden halo around her head. By the time they walked back up the beach, he had almost forgotten to feel self-conscious, and was just enjoying the freedom and the company of this amazing girl. "Glad you came?", she asked as they lay side by side, the sun slowly evaporating the little rivulets which trickled from her wet hair into the small of her back. "Yes, very, but it was a bit of a shock -- you could have warned me!" "Would you have come?" He thought for a second. "Er, probably not," he admitted. "I'd have been way too scared." "What about?" "Oh, well, not being able to control myself, looking stupid, thinking that my, you know, is too small - all the usual boy things." "And I thought girls were insecure," she giggled. She rolled onto her back and closed her eyes, and this time he felt confident enough to look openly at her body, admiring the swell of the small but nicely rounded breasts and the nipples which now stood out perkily as they were caressed lightly by zephyrs of wind. Propping himself up on one elbow, he allowed himself a frank appraisal as his gaze roamed over her rib cage and stomach, lingered for a moment on a sweet belly button, then on to the sparse but surprisingly dark triangle of hair nestling between her thighs. Her eyes opened and met his, then she looked pointedly at his own crotch. "I don't think you need have any worries about size," she said innocently, and he groaned and flung himself face down again. "Tease!" he complained, as she stifled a snort of laughter. It was the first of many days at the beach that summer. He felt perfectly at home there now, and there was no repetition of his body's earlier misbehaviour. Oddly enough, now that he knew what she looked like without her clothes on, he was content to let the relationship develop rather than try to rush it. They got to know each other's tastes in music (similar) and books (wildly different), views on politics -- unsurprisingly, given her disregard for conventional notions of propriety and modesty, she had liberal leanings, but was more what might have been called a free-thinker in earlier times. His opinions were more conventional, but he loved her free spirit. It was him, though, who initiated their first kiss, walking back through the dunes from the beach. It had been another glorious day, and now the low sun was painting warm golden colours on the dunes and dappling the leaves of the trees under which they walked. He thought that he had never been so happy, and impulsively took her hand in his, swinging round to face her. He looked into her grey eyes for a sign, and she simply put one hand behind his head and pulled him close until her lips brushed his. That first kiss seemed to last forever, their lips and tongues gently exploring new and when they finally, reluctantly, pulled apart, she didn't tease him about the obvious bulge in his shorts. She walked next to him in abstracted silence, and he began to worry that he might have been too pushy. When she eventually spoke, though, she seemed happy enough, although more serious than normal. "My parents are out this evening. Do you want to come back for a while?" Simon's heart raced -- he knew that she had just made an important decision, and that he was about to get very lucky indeed. As they approached her house, all his insecurities came to the surface again. He'd never had a proper girlfriend, all he knew came from dodgy porn mags or from his friends' stories of implausible all-night sessions of fantastic sex which left their (now strangely elusive) girlfriends begging for more. She was wordly-wise and experienced and would find his ignorance pathetic. Worst of all, she might find out that he'd never actually done the deed. He had to make a decision quickly -- honesty or bluff? He sat at her kitchen table as she got them a drink. Actually, she seemed nervous, too, and unusually short of lively conversation and funny remarks. She took a deep breath. "You should know that I'm a virgin, and plan on staying that way for a while." He felt both relief and confusion. Had he misread all the signs, then? He sat there, looking at the floor, making no answer. "Look, I'm sorry," she went on, "but I didn't want to lead you on, and if you don't want someone like that, I won't blame you." Hearing the catch in her voice, he looked up sharply and saw the tears brimming in her eyes. God, he was an idiot! He got up and went to her then, put a protective arm around her and held her tight. "I'm a virgin, too," he admitted. "It doesn't matter." Suddenly it really didn't, and they were entwined in a deep kiss. When she broke away, her eyes were shining with something other than tears, as without a word she took his hand and led him up the stairs to her room. He looked round at the mixture of band posters, discarded clothes and childhood stuffed toys, but she wasn't going to let his attention wander. "Kiss me again," she ordered, and he willingly complied as they somehow fell, lips still locked together, onto her bed, dislodging a grumpy-looking teddy bear in the process. As the kiss grew more passionate, he let his hands wander, and she made no move to stop him, her only reaction to clutch him tighter. Emboldened, he placed a hand on one breast, where he could clearly see the erect nipple through the thin material of her T-shirt. She arched her back and threw her head backwards, exposing her neck to him, and he kissed it tenderly. With that encouragement, he ventured a hand under the T-shirt and laid his hand on the warm skin of her belly. She gasped and pulled away, and he withdrew his hand guiltily, but he needn't have worried -- she pulled away only far enough to give herself room to strip off the shirt, then began undoing the buttons of his shirt. He was fascinated by her firm, unfettered breasts, and could have spent all day enjoying their warm smoothness and the crinkly darker area around the nipples in his hands, but she took his hand and placed it firmly on her stomach, close to the waistband of her jeans. He stroked the curves around her navel, then slid his fingertips under the denim to feel the softness and warmth inside. She stood up then, unfastening the jeans and taking both jeans and knickers off in her impatience. Now she was in charge again, beckoning him to stand up, too, and undoing his trousers. Soon they were both nude, and he felt a shyness that he hadn't felt since that first day at the beach. Her smile made him melt all over again, and when they lay down together on the bed, the urgency was gone, replaced by tenderness. For the first time, she felt a naked body pressed against the length of her own, and rejoiced in the warmth and closeness. The hardness of his more angular torso seemd to complement her own curves beautifully. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. This left her own body quite defenceless, and he took his time in exploring all of it. She led him subtly with encouraging murmers and movements of her body to guide his fingers to the right places, and as one hand began to explore upwards from her knee, she let her legs fall apart and abandoned herself to him with a sigh. He stroked the delicate skin of her inner thigh, then his fingertips brushed the soft curls of hair and sought out the inner lips of her sex. Her legs opened wider and her back arched as her pussy strained upwards for his touch, and his fingers found the welcoming warmth and wetness within. "Oh, that's good," she whispered, and gave herself up to enjoying the moment. This wouldn't make her come, Kate knew from the experience of her own touch, but it felt wonderful, and there was time enough for that later. As if in a drugged stupor, she luxuriated in the langorous sensation of being pleasured by another for a while, but then she noticed his erection bumping against her thigh in its eagerness for release. She sat up and pushed Simon firmly down on his back. "My turn now," she insisted. She aroused him in much the same way as he had done with her, stroking and teasing with gentle fingers, staying away from his most sensitive spots, but ever so slowly moving inexorably closer until his whole body quivered with need. The first touch of her cool fingers on his throbbing cock made him start violently, but she kept up a slow stroking movement until he became acclimatised to the feeling. She knelt and bent over him, reaching round to cup his balls with her free hand, and he shuddered again. His cock was absolutely rigid, and quite impressive in its by now highly-agitated state. She ran her fingertips around the swollen purple head and then took a light but firm grip of the skin beneath, moving it slowly but rhythmically up and down. "Kate!" he whispered urgently, "I'm going to come if you keep doing that." "Good," she answered. "Now look at me." She accelerated her hand movement as she made eye contact and kept it, and his body started to buck and thrash as his orgasm finally burst from him in spurts of come which shot so far that splashes reached her breasts and lay on her golden skin like tiny pearls. As the spasms subsided, she took him in her arms again, and they clung together like the last survivors of the storm ... Au Naturel Definition of "au naturel:" adj. or adv. 1. in the natural state; outdoors. 2. naked; nude. Recently, I was reminded of my love of the outdoors and, of course, my fondness for engaging in sex in that setting. Why? My first thought is the feeling of freedom one has outdoors. It's a sensuous setting sanctioning sexual sharing free from stifling the sounds of stimulation and satisfaction - squeals, screeches, shouts, screams - that startle songbirds and send squirrels scurrying for safety. Another thought is the openness of sharing, intimately, with another person a natural human activity in a natural setting, meaning sex both naked and outdoors. But, I don't want to become too philosophical. Let's just make it simple: I love sex and I love sex outdoors. I thought you mind enjoy hearing about some of my experiences. My first au naturel experience came my senior year in high school (we were both eighteen, so I guess that makes my stories legal). I'm sure you remember those days. The raging hormones. The groping in basements and living rooms and cars. Rubbing your pelvis areas against each other through clothing. Intense, even painful feelings centered in the genitals. The overpowering need for release. The impatience. The climaxing too quickly, etc., and etc., and etc. Maybe the two of you advanced to the point where she gives him a hand job and he rubs a finger against her clitoris. More than one of us must have thought at that age, "Is that all there is to it?" It's a wonder that, after the frustrating and often disappointing sex of our high school years, we ever wanted sex afterwards. Well, I guess we did. After all, the orgasms felt so good and the need for physical release was so great. Remember how it was? Our focus was entirely on ourselves. It didn't matter who he or she was. We would seek release from whomever was willing to have mercy on us. Ah ... but now we have learned to the place of sex, its pleasure, in our lives. Now we know it's in the giving. Ooops, sorry about being philosophical again. Anyway, getting back to my first au naturel. Just two high school kids. This is how it happened. It was fall of my senior year (remember, we were both eighteen). I was walking her home one warm fall evening after some shared groping in my basement that only fueled the pain in my penis and testicles and in her vagina. Oh, yes, she was just as turned on and frustrated as I was. We had to cut through a park on the way to her house. As we passed a cluster of bushes surrounding a flagpole, an idea came to me. I stopped her and gave her a passionate kiss. Truth be told, I probably kissed her so hard I bruised her lips. I asked her if she'd like to go behind the bushes and get each other off. She grabbed my hand and nearly dragged me behind them. We laid down and started, what people used to call "making out" in my day. We got to the point where my pants were unzipped and her sundress was above her waist. All of a sudden she said, "Let's take all our clothes off." So we stood up and undressed quickly. We fell back to the grass and groped and rolled and pushed bodies against each other. The feel of grass on my naked body, the sounds of crickets, seeing the stars filling the darkened sky overhead, the feel of her naked body against mine, those sensations stimulated me more than anything I had ever experienced. No, we didn't have intercourse. Too much fear of pregnancy. I did put my penis between her legs and against her vagina and we made bucking movements. We had a hard time finding a rhythm, though, so eventually she pumped my penis up and down while I fingered her clitoris until we both climaxed. I never had a orgasm like that before. Neither had she. After that experience, we had sex as often as we could, totally naked in those bushes and any other suitable outdoor places we could find. Eventually, we learned to climax with me between her legs, her by rubbing her clitoris along my penis, and me from the friction. Another au naturel moment that I really like remembering is the time I learned another one of my sexual joys: soixante-neuf, or 69. This time, it was the summer after my senior year in high school. A new girlfriend and I were sharing sex regularly. It was also in a park, at night, in July. The nights were warm and comfortable, so getting naked was not a problem, except when it was humid and the exertion would cause perspiration to cover our bodies. But even that had a stimulating effect. She loved having me kiss her body. I was happy to oblige her because she returned the favor. We nibbled on ears, necks, shoulders, chests, even nipples. We never went much lower because we were face to face for the most part. So we usually finished ourselves off with hands and fingers or with my penis between her legs. This time, before we got to the point of needing to relieve ourselves as quickly as possible, I was kissing her nipples. She moved her body so that my lips moved toward her abdomen. She moaned when I tongued her navel. I continued kissing and licking her there and occasionally moved to her sides and her hips. She started to play with her nipples and began raising her hips up and down. Then she gently nudged my head lower. She spread her legs and kept nudging my head, really, by this time, it was more like pushing, down, down, down. It just seemed so natural for me to move my head between her legs. I kissed up and down her inner thighs. Finally she grabbed my head and pulled my face against her vagina. Oh, my! The aroma that hit my senses was overwhelming. I licked my tongue across her opening and her body jumped like a jolt of electricity surged through her. My tongue felt a moistness, a smoothness, along and inside her sex lips. The taste was like nothing I had ever experienced. I was instantly addicted to the aroma and taste of a woman. She moaned and twisted and shuddered and whimpered and came. When she recovered, she pushed my head away and said, ''Turn around, I want to suck you at the same time." I'd never had my penis inside a girl's mouth before. As I was to soon discover, it is fantastic. I turned around so my penis was over her mouth. "Lick me again," she said. I reached behind her knees, pulled her legs up, and buried my head between her legs against her wet mound. The moment I touched my tongue to her clitoris, I felt her warm mouth wrap itself around my penis and start moving up and down. She would suck me in and pull back with her lips tight around me. I started sucking on her clitoris. Oh, my, again! I wish I could say we spent hours enjoying this new experience, but we were so trigger-happy we both came within seconds. From then on, outdoors or indoors, we always finished each other with a 69 whenever we could. If you'd like, if you don't mind, I'd be happy to share several more of my au naturel moments. Alright, then, here's another one. This was the time I had my first experience with actual intercourse. I was in college. My sophomore year. I was dating this girl. We enjoyed each other's company as well as enjoyable sex together. One spring afternoon, I borrowed my roommate's car and we drove out in the country. I parked by a bridge over a beautiful stream. We walked a way along the stream. Finding a flat spot along the river bank, we stood and watched the gently flowing water. She leaned back against me. The murmur of water as it flowed over rocks, the call of birds, the buzzing of insects, the color of wildflowers along the bank, the branches of the trees above stretching over us like protective arms, the aroma of spring, all caused a peace to settle in both our souls. I nuzzled her neck with my lips. She pressed her body back against mine. I caressed her breasts and abdomen, finally her mound. She began grinding her hips against my hardness. She turned and, looking in each other's eyes, we removed each other's clothing, deliberately and sensuously. We lay down on the grass, facing each other, sharing soft deep kisses, touching and sucking on tongues, hands exploring each other's body. She rolled me on my back, turned, and mounted me, her mouth above my penis, her vagina over my mouth (I told you I was addicted to 69). We made love with our mouths, our tongues, our hands, our fingers. Before we reached the point of orgasm, she sat up and positioned her vagina over my penis. I looked up at her and asked, "Are you sure about this?" In reality, I wanted it badly. The only part of a woman I'd been inside so far was her mouth and here I was getting a chance to have real sex, me inside her. I was sure hoping she was sure! "I'm sure. It's OK. I just finished my period. So it's safe." She took my penis and rubbed its tip against her sex lips. I could hardly stand the tingling. It wasn't painful, just uncomfortably stimulating, like electricity. Then I felt her outer lips part and her flowing juices began coating my entire penis. She began moving gradually up and down, taking me inside her a little deeper with each movement. Then, before I knew what was happening, with one final push, she impaled herself on me. Oh, my! You're probably getting tired of me saying that, but I don't know how else to express how it felt. We moved, she up and down, me in and out. We moved slowly at first, savoring the sensations. Her hands began rubbing my chest, my fingers playing with her nipples. I was lost in the sensations. My penis felt warm. Her vagina stimulated my entire penis. Our movements became more frenetic. I reached up and grabbed her arms. She reached down and stimulated her clitoris. I felt the walls of her vagina grip my penis. She screeched and climaxed. I joined her within seconds with a scream of my own. Mind-blowing! Sensations never before felt! Shouting from us both! She collapsed on my chest, keeping me inside. As our breathing became slower, I turned us on our sides, careful to keep me still inside. We embraced, arms around each other, and, believe it or not, dozed off. OK. Are you getting bored yet? If not, then I'll just tell you two more au naturel moments if you think you can keep from losing interest. Maybe I can hold your attention by mentioning that both occurred on a beach. See. I knew it. I saw your ears and eyes perk up. It was summer. My fiancé and I were visiting my parents in Florida along the lower Gulf coast. We decided to spend some time at a beach my parents had told us about. So, we got into our bathing suits. On the way, she got the bright idea of picking up some fresh shrimp at a fish house. Then we stopped at a restaurant and she talked them into giving us some cups of cocktail sauce. The drive to the beach was beautiful. One stretch of the road was like driving through a tunnel. Branches from the trees on either side of the road reached across and intertwined. The closer to the beach we got, the fewer houses we saw. We arrived and parked in a small area that was already filled with cars and vans. There was a good sized number of people on the sand, so we walked down the beach away from the crowd. After a quarter mile or so, we found a spot where there were no other people close to us. We laid our towels on the ground and put up the beach umbrella. We ran into the warm Gulf water and played, frolicked, and swam for awhile. We could barely see anyone because we were so far away from the other beach lovers. We walked out until the water was up to our chests. I pulled her against me and gave her a good long kiss. We swam some more and kissed some more. The best kisses were when she would wrap her legs around me and grind her mound against my penis. I pulled her bikini top down and squeezed her nipples while she ran her fingers through my hair and in and around the folds of my ears. We decided to stop torturing ourselves and enjoy some shrimp. It was not comfortable trying to eat on the towels, so I trudged back to the car and got the beach chairs. We sat our chairs just at the edge of the ocean so that the gentle waves washed slowly across our feet. We just talked and ate shrimp for awhile. My finance, ever the tease, started looking at me, batting her eyes, and sucking the shrimp in and out of her mouth. I looked at her with a sad face. With a mischievous smile she asked, "What?" Well, I started doing the same thing. We laughed and teased each other with innuendo and sexually charged words until the shrimp was gone. I said, "Now that you have us all worked up, what are you going to do about it?" "I'll figure something out," she answered. She jumped up and pulled me back into the ocean. We did some more kissing, and added some stroking. We reached our hands inside our bathing suits. She tickled my penis and balls. I tickled up and down her sex lips. She had my penis so hard I thought it would rip my bathing suit and her nipples were so hard they threatened to tear through her bikini top. While our bathing suits were down, she took hold of my penis and put in between her legs. We began rocking back and forth. "Enough," I said, "I can't stand this torure anymore." "I've got an idea," she said with a naughty smile and voice. We put our bathing suits back together and made our way back to shore. She took my hand and, with a wink and a smile, said, "Let's take a walk." She led us down the beach away from people around a point of land where it was completely deserted. We walked hand-in-hand for ten minutes or so. Suddenly she she shouted, "There." "There" was a thick stand of ocean pines. We spied an opening and ran, still hand in hand, into the thicket of trees. As if created just for us, there was a clearing toward the middle. We entered it and hastily pulled our bathing suits off. She held her hands out and clasped mine. She lay back on a bed of soft pine needles, pulling me with her. She wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me toward her. She was so wet I entered her easily. We went at it like animals, pounding and writhing and moaning and groaning, until we came shouting our climax to the heavens. I rolled over on my back beside her. We said nothing, just held hands. We smelled the aroma of the pines. We watched slowly moving clouds through the branches of the trees. We felt a soft breeze against our skin. We heard the call of seagulls. We listened to the rhythm of waves washing against the shore. After awhile, she sighed, rolled toward me, threw an arm across my chest and said, "Let's do it again, but slower this time." So we did, matching the rhythm of the waves. I have one more if you have the time. Well, if you must go, you can come back and read it later. It's not as long as the others though. Well, maybe it will be. Oh, you've decided to stay for one more? Good. Florida again. Lower Gulf coast again. Our honeymoon. Because we were teachers, we had to postpone our honeymoon until the Christmas holidays. We rented a cottage for ten days on an island that was accessible only by boat. The boat captain told us that there were only three other cottages rented on the entire island. Talk about privacy! We were deposited at a dock on the bay side of the island. It took awhile to carry our luggage and food from the dock to the cottage because, between every trip, we had to admire the view from the cottage porch. Since the cottage was on stilts, it was tiring too. We were fortunate that, even in December, the weather forecast for the ten days was for high temperatures in the low 80's. That first night, we just sat on the porch swing, listened to the ocean, and looked at the stars. We were so tired from the drive and carrying everything that we just snuggled close together. Having difficulty keeping awake, we went inside, got in bed, I spooned behind her, and we fell quickly to sleep. She awoke me, dragged me out to the porch, and handed me a freshly made cup of coffee. "Look," she exclaimed pointing to a spot in the ocean, "there's some dolphins." What a wonderful way to start a honeymoon. Over the next weeks, we made love many times a day. Inside if the sun was high. We didn't want to get a sunburn and ruin our fun because we were naked almost all the time. Mostly we made love outside. On furniture cushions on the floor of the deck. Her sitting atop me on the steps down to the beach. Sitting on the bench on the dock facing the bay. In the grassy yard. Chasing each other while naked and having sex wherever we happened to catch each other. We never saw another living soul so we would walk naked along the beach at dawn and dusk. The best lovemaking occurred on New Years Eve. I combed the island for driftwood and stacked it in a pit I dug in the sand above the high tide line. We spent the day leisurely, sad that we would be leaving in a few days. When dusk arrived, I went down and started the fire. We took blankets, wine, cheese and crackers, and made our way, naked, to the beach. There was no breeze and the ocean was calm. We ate, talked, made love slowly, and spent times when we were both silent just looking out over the ocean and at the stars overhead. At midnight, we saw to the north and to the south, colorful fireworks bursting over the ocean. We were too far away to hear them, but made our own booms, and oohhhs, and aahhhs. We decided to make our own fireworks and shared wild and passionate sex. There we were, naked, having sex in every imaginable position, screaming and shouting in pleasure, over and over again, until we fell asleep in each other's arms, my penis still inside her, not awakening until the sun had risen in the eastern sky. I hope you've enjoyed my tales of the outdoors. Thanks for listening. What? You want another one? Why? Because that last one wasn't sexy enough? You just can't please some people. Well, you're just going to have to wait until I have time to tell you more stories. When? Oh, I don't know, when I have the time. Let you know? Yes, I promise.