3 comments/ 34277 views/ 4 favorites Unsuited By: Man4Living Yelena is a beautiful Ukrainian woman. She has that timeless beauty that men desire. Never short of admirers, she has never felt the need to consummate flirtatious advances, but her ego feeds ravenously off the acclamation of admirers. Women seem to compliment her almost as often as men, albeit from envy rather than lust. Yet she has never felt the need to repay flirtatious demands with the surrender of her body. I had persuaded her to go naked on a beach for the first time on our honeymoon. It was a revelation to her and she has been reluctant ever since to frequent beaches which do not permit nude sunbathing. Later that year we again sought guaranteed sunshine and Yelena happily spent every available opportunity to worship the sun with her body. I would have preferred more energetic activities, but being at a nude beach with Yelena had its compensations. The delicious sight of her shapely bronzed body soaking up the sun, and emerging glistening from time to time from the ocean was sufficient reward for having to spend all day on the beach. I also noted with satisfaction, the often covert, and sometimes outrageously open scrutiny by other people of Yelena's figure. She is a blonde size 12, with a 36C bust, slim waist and 36 inch hips. Every bit of her body is appropriately proportioned to the rest, and her relatively long and shapely legs add to the allure of her generously rounded bottom. No wonder she gets compliments and indeed, she feeds off them hungrily to boost her ego. Yet at the time of this tale I could not persuade Yelena to display herself in public anywhere other than on a nudist beach, even in shorts or miniskirts. Later in our relationship she was to loosen up a bit, but not yet. Throughout that summer she topped up her tan in our secluded back garden at every opportunity. Autumn then arrived and it was so unseasonably warm and sunny that I booked a short break at an adults-only resort hotel, which commanded a monopoly of a remote beautiful sandy bay by the ocean. The hotel was not a swingers' hotel - it simply did not accommodate minors. In every other respect it was a respectable establishment. It wasn't much to our taste, majoring on self-service buffet style meals and a surfeit of organised entertainment. But it had one saving grace: a smaller cove off the main bay reachable only round a headland from the main beach. This cove had gradually been annexed over the years by naked sun lovers. Yelena was in her element there and predictably spent all the time she could topping up her tan in every nook and crevice of her body. She would allow me to apply sun protection literally all over her, but brushed aside my fingers if she felt I was being at all sexual with my massages. I learnt to leave her genitals until last and then pleasure her for as long as she would allow before she realised what I was doing. I followed her into the water one time and we played at diving under each other's floating body until we had drifted out of sight of the beach behind some rocks. Then I took my chance and grabbed her in a passionate embrace. I licked her nipples until I had her full and submissive attention. The feel of her body yielding to strokes between her legs under water confirmed that she was game for more. She glanced all around us before signalling that she was willing to play a little. I lifted her gently under her arms and launched her backwards into a floating position. I pushed my body between her opening legs and grasped her bottom to raise her pubic area out of the water. The lapping motion of the ocean water around our bodies heightened our arousal and I bent forward to gently tease her clit with my tongue. I had her gasping now with pleasure and manoeuvred her back onto her feet, then eased her legs apart under the water with my foot. I thrust my rock hard penis right up inside her against the resistance of the water. Her body lifted to pivot on the shaft of my penis, supported by the buoyancy of the water. Yelena raised and spread her legs in the water to allow me closer access to her pussy. Whatever stimulation she lacked from the absence of pressure on her clitoris, was more than made up for by the erotic stimulation of the water slapping against her body. As Yelena gently bounced up and down on my thrusting penis, I drank in the sight of the water playing around her breasts. I wanted to expose more of her body on the surface of the water and pulled us back towards shallower water as I thrust into her. Her golden brown skin glistened and sparkled as the water washed over then chased off her taut belly and played around her breasts. We quickly reached simultaneous orgasms. Yelena cried out uninhibitedly as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her torso. All my senses were being pleasantly assaulted by this unique experience and prolonged my own climax. We stayed in a close clinch for as long as we could afterwards, until my member had shrunk so much that it was expelled from her vagina. "Hey, way to go guys," said a voice behind us. A man was pointing a waterproof camera at us from about 10 feet closer to the shore. I guess he had filmed it all whilst we had been oblivious to our surroundings. With that he turned and swam languidly back to shore. Yelena looked astonished at his retreating figure, but did not complain. I envied him his illicit record of our ocean coupling. ~~~ We tended to avoid socialising with other hotel residents because Yelena did not yet feel comfortable with her command of English. Whilst she could now speak it well enough, she could not easily understand the conversations of strangers. Nor did we feel the need to take advantage of the evening entertainments. On our fourth day she pleaded with me to stay with her on the beach until sunset. There was just enough wispy cloud to make it interesting. We sat there, finally alone, and watched this free show of nature at its most inspirational. Then she rolled over on top of me with euphoria at the magnificent light show we had just witnessed and kissed me. Since we were alone she let me run my hands down her back and onto her bottom. She was getting turned on. I gradually worked my fingers down into the gap between her cheeks, probing for her sex. At first she yielded and gasped with pleasure. Then the shutters came down and she rolled away off me, protesting my impudence. What was apparently good to go in the sea was not acceptable on the beach. "Let's go," she commanded, and I obeyed. We got dressed. I had worn anonymous shorts, tee shirt and sandals to the beach. Yelena by contrast, had donned a very sexy one piece orange, stretch towelling jump suit. But this was no all-over covering, but a sleeveless body and tight shorts which moulded to her shapely form. A zip ran all the way up (or should I say down?) the front to below her navel, like a come on invitation to unzip and explore. What with sex in the sea and sexy beach apparel, Yelena was quickly fulfilling items on my cherished bucket list. I let Yelena precede me around the headland, up the main beach and to the steps up the cliff. I was happy to stare at her shapely bottom, its roundedness well defined in her tight shorts. As she walked, her hips swung deliciously from side to side, forcing the fabric to ride up her butt cheeks, exposing even more of their fullness to my eager scrutiny. She must have been only too well aware of the display she was putting on for me. It was a pity there was no one around to share my pleasure. Anyway, dusk had fallen rapidly as we left the beach. We reached the cliff top and the lights of the hotel were now in sight across the gloom of a field used in the daytime for sports and communal games. The lights blinded me even from a distance, and threw everywhere around us by contrast into darkness. I was thirsty. "How about a nice cool drink?" I suggested. The question was rhetorical -- I wouldn't have taken "No" for an answer. As my longing to quench my thirst grew, I quickened my steps, leaving Yelena trailing in my wake. As we approached the hotel pool area we could see that a temporary floodlit, open air stage had been set up at the poolside for the evening's entertainment. It was a beauty contest. An attractive blonde member of the hotel entertainment team, dressed in a yellow blazer and flared white skirt, stood by wooden steps leading up to the stage. Her accomplice on the stage itself -- the emcee -- was endeavouring to warm up an audience of about a hundred mixed couples seated at tables and supping on various alcoholic beverages. From my rapid appraisal I guess he wasn't doing very well either. We approached from beside of the stage and I could see beyond the emcee three ladies in swimsuits of varying degrees of exposure. They didn't seem especially lookers either. That explained the disinterest of the audience. "Grab a table honey, and I'll fetch the beers," I said to Yelena over my shoulder as I began to pick my way between the tables and outstretched legs, towards the bar. ~~~ Derek hurried away to bar, leaving me to find table. As I passed the stage, lady yellow-coat grabbed my arm. "Hey beautiful," she whispered eagerly, with broad smile on face, "you are so beautiful. You simply must join our pageant. You will be certain to win." I stopped walking. I was confused and do not think I understood what she is saying. She pushed me towards steps to the stage. Without thinking I climbed steps in -- how do you say - a daze? The 'emcee', who I remember had on very loud, striped, multi-colour blazer, grabbed my arm as I stepped on to stage. I think he said "Hey, we have another beautiful lady -- a late entrant to our competition. Don't be shy" He guided me towards the other girls. They did not seem pleased to see me. I looked towards the audience but could not see - too many lights in my face. Emcee stopped his chatter and approached me. "And now for our first contestant," says he, as he pulls me by my arm towards front of stage. I am confused even more now. I did not want to be there. I looked for Derek to rescue me. Derek later told me that he listened on public address in bar as he waited for our drinks. He did not know it was me on the stage. The man asked my name and where from I come. I say Ukraine and then he asks personal questions about my vital statistics. I give answer in centimetres and he insults me: "You are bigger than you look," he say. Audience laughs. Big Joke huh? Then he looks at my body again. I feel he is undressing me with his eyes. I put arms across boobies and feel naked. He asks "Where is your beach wear?" His expression is both smile and frown. I'm not understanding at first and he repeats. At last I realise he wants to see me as if I were on beach. I am shocked and want to leave then, but the audience begins to get excited. They start to cheer loudly and clap. I am a little afraid. What should I do? Where is Derek? The clapping gets louder first, then becomes rhythmic clap, clap, clap; over and over again. I feel compelled to respond although I don't want to. ~~~ I came out of the bar with the drinks, to be faced with the sight of Yelena on the stage beside the emcee. What was she doing up there? She was looking around nervously. Everyone seemed to be shouting and encouraging her. Then she raised her right hand to her neck and began to pull down on her zip. She pulled it down a little way at first then stopped and looked around again. I could see from a distance what the audience could now see - the inside curves of her breasts and her cleavage. It was obvious she was naked beneath the top of her orange jumpsuit. The cheers became a roar of encouragement. Surely she wouldn't go any further; not Yelena? The clapping was getting louder. It was compelling. I found myself willing her on as much as the audience. From the rapid rise and fall of her bust I could see that Yelena was breathing more quickly now. There was enough of her naked breasts showing to make it a very sexy sight. I could not help myself; I wanted to see what would happen next. I was turned on by the sight of her partially exposed breasts pushing against the half open top of her jumpsuit, and guessed I wasn't the only one. But I had to put a stop to this display because I could see that Yelena was unwilling to go any further. I tried to make my way forward between the tables but the stage spotlights cast the audience area into too much shadow. There were too many unseen outstretched legs which now seemed to be moving about with agitation at the potential spectacle unfolding on the stage. I provoked impatient protests as I stepped in front of peoples' views of this spectacle and kicked shins. I glanced up briefly at the stage again and stopped dead. What was she doing now? ~~~ I want to stop but the crowd is too noisy and insistent. As I breathe more heavily the oxygen goes to my head. It makes me aroused. I can feel my pussy getting wet and I can't resist the urge to touch myself down there. The audience psyches me to continue. I can't resist. I resume pulling down my zipper and I can hear the noise of audience getting even louder. My heart pounds. Clap, clap, clap - is like hypnosis. I feel my body shaking as I finally feel my pubic hairs against my hand inside my costume. Can everyone see them too? I hear feet stamping on the ground in regular rhythm. Now I want to finish this. ~~~ As I stood, transfixed, Yelena pulled the zip fully down. The tight towelling material was now pushed apart by her fully exposed breasts breaking out from their confinement. Her areolas were deep brown and her nipples stood out further and stiffer than I had even seen them before. Below her breasts, her navel was exposed all the way down to her blonde pubes. She stood there with her hand resting on the bottom of the opening. The atmosphere at the poolside was truly electric. People were clapping loudly and stomping encouragement. And Yelena did not disappoint her willing audience. She seemed to snap out of her trance and straightened herself fully erect. Her breasts jutted out even further from the unzipped jumpsuit. Then she slowly and deliberately stretched her arm across her breasts and pulled the left side of the jumpsuit top off her left shoulder and halfway down her arm. She repeated the move on the right side and shrugged her shoulders bare from the jumpsuit. Her rounded, tanned breasts were now fully exposed. Men in the audience leapt to their feet all round me at this unexpected display. People cheered and encouraged Yelena all the more, to be even more daring. Now I could hear persistent chanting of "Off, off, off." Yelena smiled nervously as she lifted her hands to the sides of the jumpsuit now resting on the top of her hips. With but a slight pause, as if for heighted effect, she eased the costume down over her hips and leaned forward to ease it down her thighs. Her breasts swung freely as she bent at the knees to unpick her sandals from the material. The cheers reached a crescendo as she stepped out of the jumpsuit and straightened up. It was as if I was seeing her naked body for the first time as I gazed at her voluptuous, tanned body. Wolf whistles cut across the general din as libidinous males drank in the sight before them. For a moment, nothing moved on the stage. Along with everyone else I gazed at Yelena's trimmed landing strip and the generous labial flaps below it which emphasised her shaved pussy. I watched this tableau being played out, with a drink in each hand and a stiffening prick in my shorts. No doubt there were many other males there having a hard-on at the same time. Then I snapped back to the reality of the situation. Yelena was expressionless, which was not a good sign. I put down the drinks and pushed my way towards the stage. As I approached the emcee slipped his left hand onto Yelena's bottom and lifted her right tit in his hand as he urged the audience to show their appreciation for this unexpected exhibition. She didn't pull away or even seem to notice. Her right hand absent-mindedly dropped down between her legs and fingered her pussy which glistened with her juices. I reached the stage and waved at her frantically. She appeared startled as she recognised me , then moved towards me. Reaching up hurriedly I placed an arm behind her legs the other as high up her back as I could stretch. I pulled her down into my arms and staggered back as I took her full weight in my arms. I didn't think to retrieve her jumpsuit. I threaded my way back through the thong of standing spectators, cheers ringing in my ears. I could do nothing to cover up Yelena's breasts, or the close-up view of her pussy being presented to people still seated as we passed close by. I reached the relative calm and of the un-crowded bar. The few people there stared at the strange sight of a man carrying a naked woman. From the bar I headed towards the hotel lobby and paused to summon the lift. Yelena had dropped her dangling left arm to her crutch and was again absent-mindedly massaging her pussy, completely oblivious to her surroundings. I turned us to face the lift doors to conceal the sight of this erotic behaviour from the desk clerk. Once back in our room I set Yelena down on her feet. This seemed to awaken her from her reverie and she hungrily faced me and thrust her tongue urgently into my mouth. We kissed passionately whilst stumbling towards the bed. It was an urgent energetic coupling. Not a word was said until we had recovered our breath from our exertions. "We should go home tomorrow," Yelena finally announced as we lay in each other's arms in post coital bliss. ~~~ We discussed the whole sequence of events a few days later. Yelena confessed that although she had not intended to strip off, she had been driven to it by the noise of the audience, and had become aroused by the end. By way of closing the subject, I said, "Ok, honey, but next time you get confused about what someone is saying to you, just keep your clothes on." I was secretly pleased with Yelena's performance thinking ahead to other situations in which to persuade Yelena disrobe in public. ~~~ This story slots into the timelines of the Educating Yelena series. Please comment and vote if you have enjoyed it.