4 comments/ 39709 views/ 2 favorites JTs Girl By: MilesEms It's a long way from Dallas to Austin, but by the time Rhonda and I were in our early twenties we were making that drive, or the one to the sun club near Denton, almost every weekend. The sun club was a lot closer, cleaner and really a better place for a couple to spend the weekend nude; but there was a lot to recommend Austin, not the least of which were the parties Hippy Hollow. Despite being on the fringe of respectable society I guess that I tried my best to obey the rules, or at least most of them. And club nudism has a lot of rules: always carry a towel to sit on, look people in the eye, no photographs of strangers and, most important, no sexual displays in public. Many of those rules grew out of earlier times when nudists and naturists were trying to separate themselves from pornographers and sex workers in the eyes of the community and the law. Others were attempts to control some unsavory characters. Our sun club was run by a European couple who had activities well planned and tightly controlled, and no casual visitors. The pool and sauna were always favorites. A plunge pool satisfied the owners need for a memory of home. Tennis courts and plenty of space offered healthy space to be active or just to be nude. The other members were pretty decent, kind and friendly as all real nudists are, but many of them were older than Rhonda and I. This was at the end of the days of free, safe love and if there were lifestyle clubs, we didn't know of them. More than being open to the masses and covered with young people partying, the Hollow had a lot going for it. For one thing the Hollow was cheap recreation and it was near Austin's live music scene, not out on some dusty prairie with nothing nearby but cattle and redneck cafes. So those trips south included hitting the clubs at night and the lake during the day or sometimes the trip over to Hamilton Pool and the all night parties there. So one summer weekend we planned to go to Austin, meet up with our friend JT, rent a room near Sixth Street and hit the clubs until closing. The following morning we planned a visit to the Hollow and a day of playing naked in the sun. A promising adventure, but the real hook for the trip was Tisa, JTs new girl. All of our friends were of a playful nature, but Rhonda and I were looking for another couple we could party with frequently. Neither of us had met her, but taking JT as his word, we expected something special. Rhonda and I had a long and storied history that included some fiery fights and some very hot lovemaking. A beautiful half Cherokee, she could be viscously jealous or willing to partner swap depending on her mood. Almost as tall as me when she wore heels, she had perfect small breasts and a tight, athletic body. As a lover she was as good as any I have ever known and more important to me, as a nudist she was willing to shed her clothing at the drop of a hat, sometimes too willing. That afternoon we arrived in Austin and checked into a motel not far from Sixth street. As fast as the door clicked to, I stripped off my clothes and jumped up on the bed, patting the space beside me. Instead of taking the hint, Rhonda went straight to the shower, emerging a few minutes later followed by a billowing cloud of steam and wearing nothing more than a towel wrapped around her hair. I loved the way that she was so cool being nude, but to my surprise she dug through her bag to retrieve her bikini. Before I knew it she was out the door and on her way to the pool so I pulled on some shorts, grabbed the room key and followed. The pool was surrounded by a fence made of black metal bars and sat in the back of the hotel near the parking lot. Rhonda lay on her stomach reading a trashy paperback and the perfect arch of her back and ass pulled my eyes to her. That beautiful curve of a woman's back must be one of those images naturally meant to fit the nature of every man's brain. Straddling a chase lounge next to her, I amused myself by watching her and a couple of ladies that were laying on lounges on the other side of the pool. "Untie me." Rhonda said turning her head and pressing her face into the chase lounge. "What? Untie you?" I asked. "Untie me, my top." Almost clumsily she pointed to her back. I took a deep breath reached over and pulled on the bow in the center of her back. The fence provided no cover from the second floor of the hotel or from the parking lot. Even in Austin there were prudes that could turn a little fun into a hefty fine so I held my breath, waiting to see what she wanted to happen next. Rhonda lifted up on her elbows and closed the book, dropping it between us on the hot concrete. For a moment I thought that she would roll over on her back, but she turned her head to face the women on the other side of the pool and lay back down. They must have been watching because not a minute later one turned over and undid her top as well. I sighed and picked up Rhonda's novel and traded looks at the torrid pages and the amusing spectacle around me. Less than twenty minutes later JT sauntered up to the fence. For a moment he leaned there, elbows on the hot black metal watching everything that was laid out before him. I nodded a greeting and leaned my head toward the far side of the pool. He replied with a nondescript wave; the edges of his lips curled up into a perverse smile. "Where is she?" I asked. "Tisa? In the room getting ready," he said without taking his eyes off of the women. Rhonda lifted up and propped herself on her elbows and looked at JT. "You think that she will mind the Hollow?" I asked. "Tisa? Shit that was all she yacked about on the way down here, being naked outside. I can't keep pants on the girl." JT grunted out a little laugh. "I'm thirsty," Rhonda said sitting up and holding out her bikini top in front of her then began to put it on. "Jesus Rhonda." I think the tinge of surprise and concern was clear in my voice. "Hey, the rules say no glass and no running. Anyway JTs seen them before, right?" "Sure have." JT said, keeping his attention across the pool. Rhonda tied the string around the back of her neck. "Ready? Let's hit the clubs." Thirty minutes later we were on Sixth. JT was a musician by trade, a drummer, who supported himself mainly by shooting pool and repairing cars. So in order to get some funds we headed over to G's pool hall for a couple of hours. A big guy, JT had long hair that flowed from his head in curls and drove the women wild. He was never at a loss for a companion and only recently he had met Tisa at one of his gigs. It took JT about fifteen minutes to find some guys that were both willing to game and worthy of the bet. That left me with Rhonda and Tisa to occupy ourselves while JT put together enough cash to make his weekend comfortable. Rhonda had changed into a pair of tight blue jeans and a pink tube top. I always liked that top because I knew that sometime during the night it was coming down. She was always a dark tan and her long black hair streamed across her shoulders and halfway down her back like a silky water fall. It was all I could do to keep my hands off of her and most of the evening I failed, but she seemed to relish the attention never stopping me no matter where or how I wanted to cop a little feel, or who might be watching. Tisa was sweet vanilla, a pale white. She was wearing a yellow top and a denim skirt so short that every time she climbed on a barstool anyone watching got to see her black panties. The top covered her chest in a strangely conservative way stopping at her waist, but with long sleeves and a wide collar. After a half an hour at the bar we decided to get a table and entertain ourselves while JT worked. G's had some of the best tables in the state, true classics with good felt and bumpers, not the standard pool hall fair designed for durability over play. Even though I am not a player of much skill, I was soon having a good time playing cut throat with two beautiful women. From time to time JT watched us and some of the other guys in the place watched too. Rhonda could make a pair of jeans scream sex as well as any woman. With each shot she would slowly bend over the table, hovering close to the felt, her ass on display to all those behind her. I could tell after half an hour that she was getting excited by the attention and when she caught a couple of guys staring, she started trying to leave the cue ball at their end of the table, the perfect setup for her next flash even if not the best setup for her next shot. Something was coming. I knew that she was working toward a hot night. She stared nursing her beer, a sure sign that she had better plans in mind once we returned to the hotel. When she started fingering the edges of her tube top I just leaned back against the wall to relax and wait. Someone tonight was going to see some tit besides me. There was something about that woman; she had a way with those nonchalant little flashes that looked like some innocent wardrobe adjustment had gotten out of hand. Tisa was not nearly as cool, but easily as sexy. Her drinking never slowed and by the time that Rhonda was starting to feel the heat, Tisa had taken to sitting on the stool by the table in a less than lady like fashion. She would lie across the table too, but her play depended more on luck. Still, when she would take the stick in hand she took it like she owned it. After a couple of hours Rhonda headed toward the ladies room, leaving me with a long kiss that was meant to mark her territory for everyone in the room. The last time Tisa had gone with her, but this time I found myself leaning next to her on the pool table, waiting. I looked down at her bright round face and those big breasts held tight by her bra. She looked at me with round blue eyes. "How long have you known JT?" She asked. The night was still early and her speech was already a little slurred. "Longer than I haven't." I said watching my buddy taking money from two guys across the room. "And Rhonda?" "About as long." I tried to keep my eye on JT, if there was a problem, now would be when it would happen. Tisa had another plan. "So I'm the new kid on the block." I felt her body pressing against mine and looked over at her again. She was looking down, leaning against me as if I were a post and working on the heel of one of her shoes. There was something about her, an upfront familiarity that was making me hard just from her touch. When I moved she leaned into me harder. I tried to guess what she would like tomorrow when nothing stood between us but manners. "Hold still, my shoe is broken." Tisa said. She looked up at me for a moment as if leaning on a new acquaintance was something that was common as shaking hands. She reached up with her left hand had held onto my shoulder while she worked. She fiddled with the shoe for some time. I looked up and for a minute thought I could see Rhonda in the crowd coming back from the restroom. How is she going to take this? I thought. The fear just heightened the excitement and I felt a serious boner coming on. Without thinking I grabbed my cock through my levis and pulled it up straight. Tisa noticed and looked up at me with an impish smile. Then as quickly as she had adopted me as support she let go, taking off her shoe and sitting on a stool while she fiddled with the strap. "Fucking shoe. I may have to go barefoot." She said under her breath. Looking up at me, "Do you think they will let me go barefoot? I like going barefoot." "I doubt it." I answered. "So how long have you known JT?" "About three weeks." She looked at the ceiling, doing the math. "Three weeks last Thursday. He was playing at Savages." "Really?" Though not my kind of place, I was impressed. JT and I had played in garage bands, but I had not kept up with his professional work. Savages was the top hard rock bar in the Fort Worth area. Getting a gig there was big deal for a local band, even on a Thursday night. "I work there as a waitress when I'm not dancing." She grabbed my shoulder and jumped down from the stool. I looked again for Rhonda. She had gone over to talk to JT and had stood there watching us for who knows how long. From across the room I could only tell that her sight was fixed on me, not what her mood might be. JT had finished his game and started walking our way with a tray of balls in his hand. Tisa, acting like nothing ever happened seemed to skip as she walked to meet him. I followed. "Hey baby." Tisa said, planting a big kiss on JT's face nearly knocking the balls out of his hands. "Do any good." "Better than I expected." JT grinned at me as he grabbed her ass with his free hand. I turned toward Rhonda and met her, pulling her into me. A cold look met me at first, but the corner of her lips turned up into a sly smile. "So what do you think?" I asked nodding toward JT and Tisa. "I think I have something for you later." Rhonda quickly reached up and pulled her tube top out far enough for me to get a good look at her pert breast. I never knew with her, what would make her horny and what would set her off. I picked up the balls from the table and together we followed JT and Tisa. The rest of the night out was more of the same. Tisa proved herself to be one of the most honest people I have ever known, completely open and free. We danced and I'll admit I drank a little more than I should considering Rhonda's promise. Back at the hotel I pulled off my clothes and crawled into bed. Rhonda climbed into the bed with me and turned her back. I slid up behind her, pressing against her warm skin. My left hand I tucked between her breasts as I pressed my lips against her shoulder. For a minute I drifted off. That is when I felt her push back against me. It was our signal, one that happened most every night. Spooning behind her, either I would push forward, pressing my cock against her ass or she would push back. Either way it meant that we were about to begin and it didn't take more than a push or two for her hand to come back and grab what she wanted. Too many men want to look at the perfect breast. With Rhonda I not only could see them, but I could hold them, cup them in my hands, press those perfect nipples lightly between my fingers, thumbing them softly. I kissed her back lightly as she released my shaft and took just the head of my cock between her fingers. She knew what I liked - where it felt good - that little split below the head. As I moved back to give her room to work, I pressed my knee up between her legs, holding it against her vulva. Our dance may have been the usual one, but it was always worth it. Rhonda continued to play with my cock while my hand drifted down to open her hood and find her clit. Sleep was gone from my mind as I enticed her, pushing my fingers deep. She gasped. She always gasped and that, along with being such an eager lover, made her more attractive, more beautiful that her lean body could be on its own. "I love you." I whispered. "Prove it." She whispered back. I rolled her over to face me and pressed my hard cock against her hip. Our lips met, marking the beginning of a series of kisses that would last most of night. She loved the kiss and it didn't matter where it was. We lay beside each other and I searched inside of her for that round nubbin where slight pressure and a sensitive touch would start a round of orgasms. She swung her legs apart and after a moment shivered, wet. "Fuck me." She whispered between kisses. I rose to my knees as she relaxed back into her pillow. She twisted her long hair in a loose circle and let it drop over her left breast. It reached down to her naval and drove me absolutely wild. I kissed her nipple through the hair, then up her brown skin to her collar bone and neck and cheek. Again on the lips, a long, dark wet kiss and then I rose. "Make it wet." I told her bringing my cock to her lips. Eagerly she took me in. I held her head in my hands and let her suck me. I loved that sound, that sloppy wet sound that she made as she kissed me. Her tongue danced across the head of my cock working until I could take no more. Fully awake now, I pulled away and moved between her legs. She reached down to take my cock and lead me to her. I plunged in again and again, pulling almost all of the way out before going as deep as I could. Rhonda sighed again, raising her hips to meet me and we kissed another long deep kiss that went on as I stayed on top of her. We were in the rhythm now, the hallmark of our love life. Pressing my weight onto her I grabbed her ass and pulled simply because I knew that she liked it. She brushed my nipples with her nails. There was a quiet knock that caught both our attentions. I stopped and looked up at the door and Rhonda looked too. As we lay there I kissed her, forcing my cock deeper into her, almost stretching, sighing, waiting for the knock again. We laughed. The knock came again, but this time it was several light knocks together. We both looked at the door expecting to hear it again, and we did, on the wall behind the bed. We had reserved two rooms together, rooms that were mirror images of each other. JT and Tisa's headboard was against the near wall just opposite of ours. The knocking came again, this time more rhythmic, steadier, longer. I laughed. "Sound like they're having fun." "He must really be laying the pipe." Rhonda agreed locking her legs around mine. "Is that what he calls it?" I asked. Rhonda just grinned and we fucked for a little while listening to JT and Tisa, wondering how loud they could get. The bed was big so I rolled over onto my back pulling Rhonda with me. She brought her knees up and started to rock her hips forward and backwards, lifting every so often only to drop back down hard. Rhonda liked being on top, in control and soon she was working hard to grind her clit into me. It didn't take her long to bring herself to climax and I was more than ready. She sat arching her back and shuddered before falling on top of me. I thrust and thrust again until I was spent. Behind our headboard, muffled by the wall, Tisa's sharp cries made us laugh. The next morning we headed to a pancake house near the hotel to get some breakfast. Tisa and JT were all over each other in the booth, far too overt for an early Saturday morning crowd of middle aged people with nothing but the promise of a day's work ahead of them. The room was tight with narrow aisles and the older couple in the booth next to us seemed more than a little upset at their antics. For our part Rhonda and I just watched and ate, pretending as best we could that nothing was going on. Neither JT nor Tisa seemed to care. Out in the parking lot they continued their teasing as if they were the only two on the planet. We walked back to the motel to get our stuff before heading to the lake. I had an MGB and before we left I took the top down. Rhonda had changed into her bikini top and cut-offs. She loved to ride in that car and drove it at every opportunity. There was a lot about that car she loved. JT had an old Chevy Chevelle that was primer and waiting for paint. We always wondered if it would make the long trips, but it never let him down. So we loaded most of the stuff into his trunk and headed off with one more stop before the lake. I hadn't paid much attention to Tisa when we left. JT had gotten ahead of me at a light and when I caught up with them at the convenience store on Bee Cave road where we were going to get ice and beer, he was sitting in the car. Tisa was already inside the store. I went inside and found her at the cooler getting beer. I went to get a couple of bags of ice and noticed that her nipples were poking solidly against the fabric of her tee shirt. True to her word from the night before she was barefoot, but there was something else that was just not right. JTs Girl At the counter the clerk carded her. She patted her ass as if searching for something then looked at me with a grin. There was something strange about the way that that shirt hung from her shoulders, her nipples, her ass. As easy as a pick pocket she stuck a couple of wadded bills into my cutoffs and walked out the door. I pulled out my wallet and to the frown of the clerk and showed my identification. The sale left me hauling four six packs and two bags of ice out to JT's car. JT met me at the trunk and after we had packed the ice chest I started back to the MG. I was almost there when JT yelled something about leading the way to the lake. I walked back over and stuck my head in the passenger side window. Tisa sat there beaming. Her short legs folded Indian style, light blonde over alabaster skin. IN the floorboard was her bikini bottoms and sandals. "Is that what you had on in the store?" I laughed, pointing to her shirt. Grinning, she nodded yes. In less than an hour we were pulling into the parking lot at McGregor park. A lot has changed since those days. There were signs not far from the parking area announcing that the shoreline was clothing optional. It was a common rule that people didn't go nude until they passed those signs. But that didn't keep people from showing off and when a woman passed in a homemade knit bikini Rhonda reached up and pulled the string on her top. She stuffed her top in her back pocket as we gathered up our towels and cooler and started to the water. As always I stopped right at the sign to lose my shorts. I like being nude and being seen nude. Here I could do it. Rhonda pulled off her shorts too and rolled them up with her top before stuffing them into our pack with my clothes. JT didn't want the delay, but waited while Tisa joined the us. I tried not to make a scene watching Tisa, and Rhonda provided plenty of distraction, but Tisa had beautiful body. She was young and in good proportion with large breasts, another distraction simply hardwired into men's brains. Under the Texas sun, her skin almost glowed with the promise of a clean California tan. She also had a perfect ass, though not quite as athletic as Rhonda's. What struck me most was her natural attitude to being nude. It was clear that she loved every minute of it. We passed out of the scrub that separated the parking lot from the lake and started looking for a place to put our things. After walking around two coves we found an area that was flat and big enough for the four of us. It didn't take long for Rhonda to take my mind off of Tisa. We stretched out on the rock with an air mattress a piece and our big American Sunbathing Association beach towels. AS I lookied down those long brown legs from the small dark patch of hair over her pussy to her dark feet with bright red toenails, I suspected that Rhonda knew what I was thinking. She leaned into me and kissed me hard. Rhonda and I had taken care of things early that morning so sex was on my mind, but not something I had to have that minute. Later we would have to find a way to make it work. JT and Tisa were another story. They were all over each other again and soon they were in the water splashing on one of the air mattresses. JT sat facing Tisa and she had her legs over his. They had floated away from the shore, propelled by their splashing and play. The air mattress was a big one, not the cheap kind from the convenience store that always breaks as soon as it comes in contact with the ground. Still it was not up to the task of carrying two people and it folded around JT and Tisa, wrapping them like the naked filling in a burrito. JT and Tisa rocked back and forth for a long time before they both dove off the mattress and swam back to shore. I watched as the dripping wet pair climbed up the rocks toward out spot. JT got a beer, the first of many that day and Tisa stood over Rhonda and me dripping water and grinning. Despite it being mid-morning the water looked great. Those were the days before sunscreen and Ban De Soleil was our oil of choice. It was SPF 3 and did nothing to cool the body from the harsh Texas sun. I grabbed my mattress and headed for the water. Time slows when you are comfortably nude in a nude world. Travis is a deep lake and in the spring the water is still cool. As I lay on the mattress, feeling the cool water on my back, the hot sun on my chest, I slowly paddled with flicks of my wrist until I was close to the buoys that separated the swimming area from the boats filled with gawkers that cruised along the shore. For nudists, gawkers cause some mixed feelings. For whatever reason they are not participants in the nudist world, only annoyances, so the first time that Rhonda and I went to Hippy Hollow and a group of day laborers took up residence in the bushes behind us, I felt it my duty to run them off. Rhonda seemed easy with the idea of being the center of attention, especially since they didn't seem to be much of a threat. She had a point I came to learn, there is something about showing off for the opposite sex. I wasn't thinking of that day as I drifted off to the edge of the swimming area. All I could see was the sky through my dark glasses and all I could hear were the sounds carried by the water that just covered my ears. I felt like I was drifting off to sleep, sleep being something that I didn't get much of the night before. The idea of sleeping naked on an air mattress in the middle of Lake Travis suddenly scared the hell out of me so I sat up. There was maybe twenty feet between me and the buoys. Moreover only twenty five feet separated me and a boat occupied by four women. At first the whole idea seemed odd, just women in a boat, no guys, but looking at them, their short haircuts, I knew they had to be gay, or at least two of them were. Still, they were clearly interested and invited me into their boat (I'm sure to drop me off on the far side of the lake, sans all but a plastic air mattress!) I declined and for the next few minutes I paddled alongside while we chatted and I did all I could to give them an eyeful. Sadly the cool water cheated my game. Now I had a taste for it. I knew that if I could talk JT and Tisa into staying with the stuff that Rhonda would be happy to take a walk with me up to the end of the clothing optional area. Eagerly I paddled back as quickly as I could, getting to the shore only to find that Rhonda and Tisa had already left. The sight of nothing but hairy old JT lying naked by the cooler really let me down. I opened my hands as if to say "Where are they?" "They went to the toilette, dude." JT grumbled before taking a pull off of a hand rolled smoke. Dropping the mattress, I sat down beside him. "Some girl you have there." "No shit." He said letting as little smoke escape as possible. "Her mother was a dancer too." "So that's it, that's why she is so comfortable nude." "Yep, check that out." JT pointed across the rocky cove to where a couple of college girls were settling in. "Topless or nude?" I asked. "No dudes, just topless." JT quipped. One of the girls was wearing a halter that screamed tease. "I say nude, ten bucks?" "Done." He pulled long and hard on the smoke. JT was in a haze most of the time and it was hard to know what was going through his head. Today was no different. He propped his head up on a pack and we sat on the rocks watching the crowd slowly pass by and waiting until the girls across the way to decide our bet. But I was starting to feel restless. The women in the boat had got me in the mood to show off. So I stood up and with a word to JT, started off along the edge of the cove to see if I could find Rhonda and Tisa. It was a beautiful day and a good number of people were lining the edges of the water and I felt good with nothing between me and the world but a pair of flips flops. I hadn't gone far when I ran into the girls returning from the bathrooms. I gave Rhonda a hug that was a little to intimate. She was a little too teasing and made me wish that I had brought my towel. "Where are you going?" Rhonda asked. "Out for a walk, want to come?" "Maybe later, I want a beer." She shrugged. "I'll go. This is the coolest place I have ever seen." Tisa piped up. "You guys knock yourselves out, I'm going back." Rhonda agreed. Trying to gauge Rhonda's temperament could be iffy at times. Now she seemed honestly indifferent so as she walked off in the direction I had come, Tisa turned and followed me on down the rocky shoreline. For some way we walked along side by side taking in the scenery. Hippy Hollow is not like a regular free beach in the sense that there is no long open sandy area where people stake out space with their towels and beach chairs. It is an area of steep coves that cut deeply into the side of the hill. How much shoreline is available is determined by the level of the lake. In those days the areas not directly against the water were covered with cedar and juniper and small oaks. The brush opened up in some places and was crisscrossed by tight trails in others. Here and there little paths led to the water, or spaces in the bushes where people take refuge from the sun and prying eyes. As we headed down a narrow trail Tisa walked in front. As much as I liked to wave the flag, Tisa was drawing all of the attention. And each time we came upon some people going the other way all eyes were glued on her. My little hug with Rhonda had left my skin tingling and watching Tisa's nude back and ass was making me hot. I was starting to feel heavy. With each step I could feel a strong boner coming on and, without a towel, began looking toward the water for a place to jump in. While some nudists guys, including me, like to have a little weight in our cocks, it is the rule that seriously aroused men cover up. Considering the situation, I intended to find a way to hide myself before someone noticed. With each step I felt myself losing control. A trail crossed the one we were on and there, Tisa turned and noticed. She looked down at my cock and the look she shot back was the same as the one the night before in the pool hall. The effect was more immediate than a blow job. "Why don't you see more people doing it around here?" She quipped. "Probably because they would throw you in jail if you were caught. Nudists don't have sex in public." "Somebody needs to tell JT that. We were trying to do it on the air mattress, but he couldn't get it into me." The frank way she talked about fucking in public just made my matters worse. "So that was what the splashing was all about?" "Yep, we were doin' it, or tryin' to do it." She giggled. I was fully up by now and could hear voices coming up behind us. "Look, I have to get in the water." "Why?" she asked. "Because of this!" I pointed to my cock that was standing hard and upright. "Quick, somebody's coming." She stepped into me as casually as she had leaned on me to fix her shoe the night before, pulling me close until my hard cock was hidden between us. She held tight, looking at me like I was her lover as some college kids passed by. As they walked down the trail one made some crude comment under his breath and the others laughed. Tisa held on, looking up at me with wide blue eyes and her impish grin. I relaxed my hold on her, but she moved from side to side, rubbing my cock between her belly and mine. She smiled as her side to side movements became more overt. "Hey, I know how to fix this. You need a quickie." She released me from her embrace and took my hand. She quickly headed up the trail in the direction of the parking lot. "Where in the hell are you going? The water is behind us." I argued. "We don't need water. Let's go in here." To the right was a hollow under a juniper, one of those placed where people went to get out of the sun. Despite the lack of real privacy Tisa wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me with one of the most tender, passionate kisses I have ever enjoyed. "Quick sit," She said pushing me with both hands. "What? We can't do it here!" "You want me to do it with my hand?" She giggled. "I'd rather fuck." She kissed me again. "Come on!" One spot beneath the juniper was worn clear of the small rocks and I quickly sat. Before I could get my legs out in front of me Tisa had straddled me, standing over me, pussy inches from my face. I couldn't help myself and pressed my tongue into her. The feeling of her blonde pubes tickled my nose. I licked her wet as voices passed on a nearby trail. If someone had come down the trail between the water and the parking lot they would have certainly seen us. Rhonda and I fucked at the lake lots of times, but never at the Hollow and never in such a public place. So as Tisa lowered herself onto my cock a rush of adrenaline blew through my body like a roller coaster. Tisa giggled and played with herself as she bounced up and down. Once she caught me watching her hand on her clit and looked at me with a questioning look on her face. But I didn't mind. The place, the voices, Tisa's alabaster breasts and large red nipples bouncing over me broke all of the rules. It was only a moment before she arched her back and shuddered. I couldn't help myself so I took her in my arms and rolled her onto her back, fucking hard until I joined her in orgasm. Then I lay there on top of her breathless. More voices passed and this time we quietly laughed together. I said I liked to wave the flag, but walking down to the water to wash off the juniper needles and dirt, limp cock and all, was probably the most overt act of exhibitionism I have ever done. There were a few people around that cove as we both walked into the water, but all of them, clothed or nude, hippies or not knew why we were covered with dirt. I washed her back and she washed mine. We waded into the deep where I spent some time washing her labia. And what I was afraid was a fish biting at the soft head of my cock, turned out to be her, pinching softly with her fingertips. We sat on a rock for a little while, not talking and drying in the sun before walking back toward our camp and Rhonda and JT. As we walked, we talked, empty chat really, easy and comfortable. Something about our little tet-a-tet had made us friends and she seemed to open up even more. When we walked along the final narrow part of the trail near our spot, I watched Tisa's ass again, this time a little differently. And stepping out into the open area of the cove I could see Rhonda, naked and brown in the sun with JT sitting cross legged before her, talking and sharing the same hand rolled cigarette. Tisa kissed JT and I settled on the air mattress beside Rhonda. Like magic we fell back into our routines as if nothing had ever happened. Around lunch time we headed up to the parking lot to get hot dogs from the vendor who ran a stall up there and for the rest of the afternoon we just lay naked to the world. That evening Rhonda and I walked to the car just as the sun was sinking below the western horizon. It had been another beautiful day and even though I had bent a number of rules and broken a few others I was feeling pretty good about myself. I pulled down the top on the MG and dropped the bags behind the seats. Tonight we would be heading back to Dallas, a long drive in the darkness. JT and Tisa piled their stuff and the cooler in the trunk of the old Chevelle and with a wave climbed in. JT in nothing but cutoffs and flips flops, Tisa wearing her trademark t-shirt and nothing more. The old Chevelle rumbled to life and as Rhonda and I fit ourselves into the MG they drove away. "Well, what do you think?" I asked Rhonda as I pulled out onto the main road leading back to Austin. "I should be asking you. You're the one who got some today." If the embarrassment in my face was as evident as the humor was in Rhonda's, she never said anything about it. There was no reason to hide it now. "How did you know?" She reached over and grabbed my crotch, patting it firmly with her left hand. "Baby, I've seen it enough that I can tell." We rode along in silence for about a mile. "I owe you one." I finally said. "Yes you do." She said. Then she pulled off her top. So much for the rules, at least JT owed me ten bucks.