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Fantasy Celebrates Memorial Day Week-end at a Nudist Resort

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: FantasyGirl Posted on: 02 Jun 2004 1 comments
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I've just returned from one very enjoyable, pussy tingle promoting week-end that I thought you might enjoy hearing about. If you've not read about our nudist friends, William and Susan, you might want to read "Fantasy Visits a Nudist Park" to give you some background before reading this. There is so much I want to tell in this one that I've divided it into two parts, but will post them together under this one story.My hubby and I were not sure what would happen in the pop-up camper with one big bed poking out each end after our last week-end with William and Susan. William and my hubby, Bob, had been exchanging e-mails in the interim and the ones William had sent continued hinting at his interest in being watched during sex. With his elevated sex drive, we all knew he wouldn't last 4 days without sex, and in a small camper it's hard NOT to see, hear, and feel in the motion of the camper exactly what's going on just across that camper from you.Our journey this time took us to a nudist resort in Georgia. It is a very nice facility with two swimming pools, two hot tubs, a sexy boutique, clubhouse, volleyball courts, game room, permanent residences, and camping sites in a lovely wooded setting. They had special events lined up for Memorial Day week-end and every camp site was booked. This gave me an opportunity to observe even more unclad bodies than at the last nudist park we visited together. Part 1 -- A Feast for the EyesDown by the pools was the place to see and be seen. This resort was different from most nudist parks we've visited over the years. It had a more sexual orientation; that's the only way I can think to put it. Many of the ladies wore bits of cloth and jewelry that enhanced their beautiful bodies. Women would strut their stuff walking around the pool. You know those sheer wraps that some women tie around the bottom of their bathing suits? Picture the wrap without the bathing suit. It might be a midnight black hinting of the boudoir or a lime green with two brown butt cheeks swaying in contrast beneath the transparent skirt. Some were wrapped low, tied just above the lady's pussy in front instead of the traditional knot at the side of the waist. The scrap of cloth drew the eye to a woman's most private parts. Her breasts would be swaying enticingly above, drawing your next evaluative stare.Saturday afternoon the boutique had a fashion show with a shapely model parading around the pools in a variety of almost-clothes. Her gorgeous tanned body was made to be displayed, evidence by the way the clothes set off her sensual beauty. One outfit was comprised of a red one-piece stretch lace see-through body suit with a red thong strap dividing the two hemispheres of her butt. Her jaunty breasts pushed out the lacey front making her rosey nipples clearly visible. Another outfit had no panty, but consisted of sheer white fabric which came under her breasts and had a flirty short-short skirt which ended right at her crotch, allowing her shaved pussy to peek below. The tiny dress was trimmed with red piping which then encircled her breasts, went up around her neck, and tied in back. The effect was to focus attention on her exposed breasts outlined by red piping with the white fabric beneath them. A third costume could be worn as a skirt, ending high enough to see her naked ass cheeks as she strode around the pool in her very high heels, or as a mini-dress ending above her crotch and exposing the crease of her shaved pussy. It all depended on where you placed the stretchy black fabric to which was attached a dainty froth of sheer pink. Perhaps the sexiest outfit of all was the black full length sheer body suit with a black silk thong worn underneath. It covered while still exposing, letting the mind fill in the exact contours suggested by the cut of the outfit.The fashion show was not typical of the family atmosphere encouraged at true naturist clubs. This was a "clothing optional" club and wearing some type of sexy enhancement was encouraged by the fashion show, the offerings in the boutique, and the apparel of the ladies present.Then there was the jewelry---ranging from nipple huggers to pierced navels to golden chains hung low on women's hips. One woman exhibited a different nipple adornment each day. It started on Friday with golden curlicue nipple huggers encircling each protruding peak. Saturday it was bright fluorescent green clips with rectangular attachments she proudly bounced in front of her friends. Sunday it was small gold chains dangling from each nipple, which she could make shimmy with only minor movements of her torso.Saturday night was the big dance with a local DJ and a red, white, and blue contest awarding a prize to the best costume based on that theme. It was, after all, Memorial Day. I must admit that the outfits worn that night stuck in the memory far better than the true meaning of the holiday. There was the tall brunette with the white t-shirt emblazoned with a picture of old glory made even more enticing by her skin-tight red silk panties. Did I mention that the t-shirt was stretched by what must've been size D boobs and was cut off about half an inch above where the bottom of her braless boobs ended, barely covering the nipples? Of course red spike high heels completed the awesome outfit. There were thongs in myriad colors dotting the dance floor. It was hard to decide which were sexier---the black or the bright colors showing off tanned butt cheeks. There were sheer tops giving a filmy sexiness to boobs of all sizes. Sheer sarong-type wraps were tied around shapely fannies. Flirty tops exposed pointy nipples while flirty skirts drew the eye to pouting pussies.On the dance floor, slow songs found couples with their arms firmly around each other, partially naked bodies pulled closely together. Most men had at least one hand placed somewhere on their lady's butt. That hand sometimes just rested there and at other times did gentle caressing. Speaking from personal experience, it both looked and felt terribly erotic.I mustn't forget to tell you about the girl I'm convinced was a professional erotic dancer. This conclusion is based on her expertise not on the dance floor, but around the pool on Sunday. She moved her body in the most erotic poses to a hot number played poolside by the MC. She could vibrate her taut ass cheeks like a pro. They would shimmy like nothing I've ever seen. Another exotic pose consisted of her spreading her legs with her back to the crowd, bending at the waist, and scraping the ground with her hands, giving all a beautiful view of her warm pussy. Later she teased one of the male guests, stealing his hat, reaching backwards through her spread legs and placing the hat so the top of the hat was against her pussy and ass. She then tried to coax the man to lean forward and put his head in the hat. He couldn't be persuaded, no matter how enticing the position was. Don't think he wanted to cause problems with the lovely lady sitting next to him.Part 2 -- Sexual Tension Relieved"But what happened inside that pop-up camper," you're wondering? The sexual atmosphere of the resort coupled with all the naked and semi-naked bodies made all four of us hornier than rabbits. We made constant jokes about it, realizing that there was a serious basis for those jokes. None of us is as young as we once were (hmmmmmm..... guess logically everybody fits somewhere in that category), but our hormones were flowing non-stop so we all needed some sexual relief.Though you might say some of my stories belie the fact, I am a little shy about sexual matters. The thought of having any kind of sex, masturbatory or otherwise, with anybody else besides my spouse present is a bit daunting to me. I may talk a good game, but getting right down to it is another story. William had come right out and asked me if I'd ever fantasized about watching somebody else have sex and/or doing it in front of anybody else. I had truthfully admitted that I hadn't while he admitted it to be one of his biggest fantasies. So where did that lead us.Friday night we were all too exhausted from the six hour drive and camp set-up to do much but sleep. Saturday morning proved that at least some of us were well-rested. Bob and I woke up earlier than William and Susan, but didn't want to start anything that would wake them up. So we just sat up quietly in our bed and read. We could see clearly across the trailer to the powder and navy blue striped comforter covering our friends. After a while the comforter began to move. Kissing sounds ensued. I tried to go back to my reading, but you can understand why it was hard to concentrate. My hubby nudges me and whispers, "I think she's giving him a blow job." I look over and sure enough Susan's head is no longer visible, but the body shape under the covers distinctly showed her face down by William's crotch. His hips began to move slowly back and forth. We could hear stifled moans as his hips moved faster. The pop-up began to shake as his need overwhelmed the few inhibitions he might've had. Shortly after he came, he and Susan broke out in embarrassed giggles. This was followed by William verbalizing in a joking tone what we know he had been holding back previously: "Oh, baby. Yes, honey. Ummmmmm. Uuuhh! That's the spot. Yesssssssss." We all laughed as Bob and I teased them both. Since it was time for breakfast and to go down to the pool, Bob and I put our pleasure off for later.A couple differences we noticed in the love-making between William and Susan and between Bob and I included the fact that we like to take our time and have lots of sensual build-up before either of us actually cums. Another was that it never seemed that Susan came, just William. She does wait on him hand, foot, and everywhere in between so we wonder if she ever gets a turn. I ALWAYS get a turn, I'm happy to report.Saturday night as hubby and I were getting into bed, he made a point of showing me he'd put a box of tissues next to him on the bed. I knew what that meant and was definitely ready to let my longing pussy find satisfaction. Some folks say they like to have the evidence of their love making all over the bed, but hubby and I don't like falling asleep in a wet bed so always tidy up. We cuddled, touched, kissed, and played as William and Susan sank into slumber. I kept picturing all the outfits I told you about earlier and remembering how it felt to be in Bob's arms at the dance with his hand caressing my butt in front of all the people seated around the dance floor. He threw the covers down to the end of the bed to gain better access to the parts I liked played with most. He took my twin peaks into his mouth one at a time and sucked each nipple until it was elongated to the utmost. As he did this, his hand found my clit and began circling it with his fingers. He didn't dip down to get any of my wetness, but let me enjoy the smooth feel of skin on skin with nothing to interfere. My hand gravitated to his balls first and began toying with the smoothly shaved scrotum. Naturally, my hand went next to his stiff cock to give it the strokes it loves so much, leading him to move his ass in time with my strokes to ensure the perfect pace.As I mentioned earlier, we like to take our time and enjoy all the sensual pleasures leading up to the Big O. With that in mind, hubby gently moved my hand aside so he could position his mouth over my pussy. His wet tongue and mouth sucking and licking took me to the brink, but my practiced fingers wanted to take a turn playing with pussy before she came. He drew back and watched as the middle finger of my right hand found the exact spot to circle. Around and around, letting the accumulating moisture seep out of my pussy with gravity pulling it backwards until I parted my legs slightly and dipped a finger between my inner lips to draw the slippery moisture forward onto my clit. My head began thrashing slowly back and forth on the pillow as Bob resumed sucking one tittie while playing with the other---alternating back and forth. My legs stiffened as I came---once, twice, three times. I fought to suppress the moans which accompanied my release, but it was a battle.Completely sated, I turned my full attention to Bob. He was so aroused from watching my pleasure that it only took a few strokes to bring a rush of cum from his hard cock. He quickly rolled onto me and deposited his load on my welcoming belly. We lay together for several minutes, tidied up, and then cuddled contentedly until we fell into a sound sleep.So that I can give your poor eyes a rest, I'll just give you a short synopsis of what happened Sunday. Sunday morning the "tent" in William and Susan's bed had nothing to do with camping. Her able hands (he has bragged that she gives the best hand job in the world) brought him to what sounded, looked, and felt from the rocking of the pop-up like a great cum! Sunday night I treated Bob to a blow job before he played with my pussy until I had two wonderfully charged Big O's. I probably should exaggerate and tell you I had at least ten, but I prefer to keep my stories truthful and realistic. This wasn't one of my ten-time outings, but the two were fantastic and had followed about an hour and a half of very pleasurable love-making. I wouldn't have traded a minute of it even for one of those cute sexy outfits I'd seen modeled!