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Fantasy Visits a Nudist Park

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: FantasyGirl Posted on: 17 Apr 2004 2 comments
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My previous stories have all been fantasies, but I had an experience over the week-end that held lots of possibilities for posting. It put me in the mood to write about it. So here I present my first true story......It's nothing like my fantasy stories and, I feel, not nearly as "hot". If you find it boring, just stop reading. If you don't like it, don't read it. My sensitive soul doesn't care to take a beating. Thanks!My significant other, Bob, and I recently met a couple through the nudist club we belong to. William, the husband, is about our age. He is what most people would call short at 5'9", but since I barely hit the 5' mark on the measuring tape he looks just right to me. He has graying hair, brilliant blue eyes, a trim body, and a high-riding package. What do I mean by that? His cock and his balls are situated so they definitely show whether he's walking or standing. When I was secretively eyeballing what he had and what Bob had as they were sitting on the edge of the hot tub (more on the hot tub later), his were more in front, higher on his body with his penis starting higher than Bob's did. You might wonder how I could tell what started where. Didn't all that curly pubic hair keep the starting point a secret? Well, I guess it would if it were there. You guessed it----they were both perfectly clean-shaven! It made the looking (and the judging) all that much easier and sexier. William's wife, Susan, is a few years younger. She is a natural redhead with the prettiest strawberry blonde hair which she wears in a short, wavy bob (not to be confused with MY Bob, of course). Her most attractive feature when she is nude is her nipples. They are a very delicate pink that is just a shade or two darker than her pretty pink skin. As with most redheads, she has a sprinkling of freckles over most of her body, but they are also very light and quite attractive. They emphasize the top of her plump breasts (which I discovered later, when we compared bra sizes, are a C) and trace a path across the bridge of her pert nose and cheeks (the ones in front, not in back...LOL). We had only been together three times before our trip to the nudist park. The first time, we had all gone out to dinner at a Ruby Tuesday's. To answer your question: yes, we stayed fully clothed. However, we did talk about nudism. The second time, only William was there. It was at a nudist St. Patrick's Day party. I noticed William's "assets" at that time. Although nudism is considered by nudists as a non-sexual activity, nobody could keep me from eyeing the crotches of everybody at the party. Richard was shaved, something I find quite attractive to both look at and feel. That smooth pubic bone makes a man's penis stick out even more, not just erect but all the time. A man's testicles are also much easier to appreciate fully when they're not hidden by a bunch of furry hair. The feel of them in my hands is incredible---silky smooth baby skin on the outside, cuddling slippery smooth ovals on the inside. The third time, we went to Hanging Rock State Park to hike the trails and see the waterfalls. That was when I got my first clue that William might be an exhibitionist. At the side of one of the trails, he just HAD to strip so Susan could take a picture of him. We all laughed about it, but his dick wasn't laughing----it was poking out proudly from his body. Bob couldn't see him, but I had a good view. Truth be told, it was a very nice looking piece of manhood, but I only got to see it for a minute or two. All four of us got along together very well. Our calendars were full until May so that was when we were supposed to get together again. Then this past Wednesday, William emailed Bob and suggested we use their new pop-up camper to visit a nudist park over the week-end. Their original plans had changed and we were free so, after just a little thought, we figured why not? We'd all seen each other naked so sleeping in the same camper would be no big deal. And, hey, I might get another chance to enjoy what is becoming my favorite spectator sport: viewing the wide variety of cocks and cunts Mother Nature has provided. The hour and a half trip from William and Susan's house to the park was uneventful. There were no precursors to the sexual nature of future conversations. Pulling into the nudist campground was typical of every other time Bob and I have been to a nudist park. As an old Arlo Guthrie record puts it, it was off the side of a side road. The attractively landscaped wooden entry sign merely gave the name and stated that it was a "Private Campground". A gate with a keyed combination greeted us and we laughed as William tried to remember the combination he'd been told. Luckily, he got it right. The gate swung open and we moved down a long, winding, dusty road until we came to the clubhouse, pool, and hot tub building tucked amidst a surrounding forest. The weather was partly cloudy and showers were predicted for Saturday night and Sunday so there were only a handful of people around the pool. It was hard not to stare as we passed the naked bodies on our way into the clubhouse. There was a couple signing in ahead of us and paying their grounds fee. It looked like a May-September coupling with a young, hot chick and an older (but perhaps wiser?) man. A short time later a couple with their young son made their way into the clubhouse to use the showers. The variety in bodies was interesting, to say the least. We drove to our campsite and began setting up the camper. The sun was out and it got to be hot work so next thing you know William is pulling off his sweatpants. He didn't have on any underwear to bother with. Not to be outdone, I was the next to disrobe. It was simply too warm to be wearing clothes when you didn't have to. Off came my pink and white striped Liz Claiborne (not label name-dropping, but her things have a certain style that will help you make a better mind movie) stretchy t-shirt and white bra. The fresh air felt so good on my size D (all right, I admit to being proud mine were noticeably larger than Susan's) freed breasts. Off came my stretch jeans and pink, silky hi-cut panties. The light breeze hit my bald pussy and gave her a little thrill. Bob and Susan stripped after we had the camper all set up and we made our way up to the pool area. We decided to sit in the shade because we are all very conscious of the skin cancer and suntan risk. I was sure to choose a chair that would give me a good view of the sunbathers, folks around the pool, and comings and going to and from the clubhouse. How can I describe all the bodies? Maybe I have a fixation for redheads, but first I'll tell you about the guy who looked like the red-haired boy who is currently competing on American Idol. His red pubic curls showed off a nice sized, even while flaccid, cock. As he lay down on his stomach, his little pink ass poked up in the air seeking the sunshine. I wanted to go up and whisper in his ear, "Got any suntan oil I can help you with?" Being the Good Samaritan I am, I didn't want that cute ass to get all sunburned. I am just such a thoughtful person...LOL. Hmmmm, I could've warmed up that ass better than any old sunshine could. Then there was the suntanned lady with the huge boobs who walked past us on her way to the clubhouse. Big on top, smaller on the bottom, her nipples were accented by gold circular nipple rings. When we saw her the next day it was just chilly enough to require a bit of clothing. With her turquoise low-cut tank top, her well-tanned cleavage was shown off well. Of course she wasn't wearing a bra so the nipple rings showed enticingly through the tight tank top. There were shaved pussies and shaved cocks. There were hairy landing strips and triangles. There were thin bodies and Reubenesque bodies. Ample bosoms and tiny tits. Tight asses and ones that bounced provocatively with each step. Cute little soft cocks and larger semi-erect ones pointing in various directions. A feast for the eyes. William and Susan decided to go into the hot tub, but I didn't want to go inside the enclosure and miss the scenery. Although the enclosure was mostly glass, it had too much wood framing to offer an unobstructed view of the eye candy. After a bit, I had my fill of looking and decided to go into the hot tub house to talk with William and Susan. I was somewhat surprised when, after Susan left to go for a dip in the pool, William asked me about shaved pubes. "I couldn't help noticing that you and Bob are both shaved. If you don't mind my asking, how long as Bob been shaving?" he asked. "Oh, he's been shaving for a long time," I replied. "I didn't used to like it, but now I do." "You weren't shaved at the St. Patrick's Day party, were you?" he asked. Then he quickly added, "Not that I was staring at you or anything." (Well, he must've been looking at that particular area of my anatomy to even have noticed, don't you think?) "Oh, I've been shaving for several months now," I replied. "I love the way it feels." I might've said more about why I like how it feels, but this was the first time I'd ever talked about such private things with anyone but my husband. I think wl has had an influence on me because, getting bolder, I added, "I was a little surprised to see that Susan is shaved." "She was shaved before I was," he told me. "Guys on the internet (that's where Susan and William met) kept asking if she was shaved so she decided that guys must find it attractive and started shaving. She was the one who shaved me the first time. I love her being shaved. It's a whole lot better than the way it was with my first wife. I had to part all that hair with my fingers just to find anything," he added using his hands to illustrate. I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable, but Susan came back from her dip just then and saved me from thinking what to say next. There were two beds in the camper----one that extended out each end of the pop-up main body. What Susan and William didn't realize that night, this being only the second time they'd used the camper and the first with another couple, was that every time they moved in the bed, our end of the trailer moved as well. As Bob and I lay there, we could feel their motions. It felt like William was humping Susan's leg...though he could've been humping something else just as well, I suppose. I couldn't fall asleep for imaging the things they must be doing just a short distance away. I have never done anything sexual in public (well, there was that one time in 7th grade, but that, as they say, is another story, and was quite discreet besides). Bob and I were too keenly aware of how well motion is carried from one protruding end of the camper to the other to start anything sexual ourselves. I also didn't want to spoil the situation that was bringing out the "peeping tom" in me. I was enjoying the thought of William and Susan's obviously sexual escapades. Eventually they quieted down and we all went to sleep, but I must admit that the tingle between my legs made me the last one to start sawing logs. It rained on Sunday so we were confined to the camper. Richard and Susan began telling us how they met on the internet three years ago. They'd each been unhappily wed in sexless marriages. Next came the stories of all the places they'd had sex during their affair--parking lots, a secluded hammock outdoors at a bed and breakfast, a movie theatre. Don't know why I didn't notice the pattern in all those locations (all rather public, wouldn't you say?) until much later. As newlyweds of three months, they were as horny as teen-agers just having discovered how much fun sex is William bragged, "Susan gives the best hand jobs in the world!" He went on to describe and illustrate in the air with his hand the way she would stroke him until he was right at the edge, and then roll her fingers around the head, letting his urgency subside before bringing him to the brink once again. He testified how she would do this several times before taking him over the edge to the greatest cum he'd ever experienced. I jokingly told Susan, "You'll have to give ME lessons!" All that talk about her edging him had me on the edge of my seat. The sun chased away the clouds so we made our way up to the hot tub. The water was so hot I could only enter by inches, or rather by body parts. First, I put my feet on the top step, feeling the water reach to my ankles. Then I moved down and it was at my knees. The next step was the boldest because it brought the water right up to my clit. The bubbles lapped at my labia, but I stood on tiptoe keeping my private parts just out of reach of the hot bubbles. It felt wicked to have the water splashing at my most intimate parts. I could not resist long before I took the next step and dunked my pussy into the steamy, bubbling water. As I felt the hot jets throwing bubbly water at me, Kim's sensual story of her hot tub experience came to mind. I had to figure out an unobtrusive way to try her trick of exposing my clit to the pleasant pressure of the hot tub jets. We were all talking about everyday things, but my mind was on something entirely different. The surface bubbles masked anything going on below the surface so I opened my legs wide apart as I moved slowly backwards towards the nearest jet. With my short stature, I'm afraid the jet shot right into my butt crack rather than lower across my pussy lips. At first I tried a little bouncing on my toes to get the force to hit my lower lips. Then I began to enjoy the sensuality of the hot water parting my ass cheeks and just let the jet hit there, right on my secret crinkly hole. Even though the water was hitting the back, I could feel the front, my clit, begin to tingle. I had no doubt that my vaginal moisture would soon be added to whatever else was floating around in that hot tub. I longed to turn around and face the jet so my clitty could be given the treat of directly feeling the force, but it would've meant turning my back towards everyone. Bob was sitting on a ledge that had lots of bubbles spewing forth from it so I decided to go sit next to him and see if I could find a position where that jet would tickle my pussy. Ah, yes, it worked well. I had the added pleasure of watching my soft breasts float partially on top of the water with the bubbles tickling my sensitive erect nipples. This gave an added tingle to my vagina as I raised my fanny off the hot tub seat just far enough to let the bubbles shoot between my legs, tickling my labia all along the way. Sadly, it was time to leave the hot tub and the park. William had one last surprise for me. I went to the bath house to brush my teeth after lunch when William appeared shortly thereafter. We were the only ones there. Before he entered one of the bathroom stalls, he paused to ask me, "Did it bother you talking about sex like we did earlier?" "No, not at all," I replied. His next question was the surprise. "Have you ever watched anybody have sex?" Slightly taken aback, I answered, "No! Never." The sweet man quietly asked, "Would you like to? I think it would be great fun." I blushed, "I hadn't really thought about it before." With a smile, he disappeared into the stall and closed the door. Had he taken my joking remark to Susan about giving me hand job lessons seriously? In my subconscious mind had I really been half-serious when I'd asked? I don't have the definitive answer to either, but I suspect at least the latter one is affirmative. It was time for us to leave, but my pussy had been through lots of tingling and teasing with no Big O. In the car on the way home Bob and I talked about the fact that nudism is supposed to be non-sexy, but that we were finding it otherwise. I shared that William had asked me if I would be interested in watching. Bob admitted that he wasn't a bit surprised. We speculated what might happen when we go on our next scheduled camping trip with Susan and William in May. Was Susan as interested in being an exhibitionist as William was? Were Bob and I interested in being voyeurs? Would they actually offer to show us her renowned hand job technique? Would we be bold enough to have sex in one end of the small camper while they did the same just a stone's throw away? Where was this friendship going? Both Bob and I had been horny all afternoon so this speculation just added fuel to the fire. We couldn't wait to get home and get some much-needed sexual satisfaction. No sooner did we get in the door than we started stripping. Off came two pairs of shoes and socks. Off came my bright red t-shirt. Off came my snug blue jeans. Off came Bob's brown plaid shirt. Off came his khakis. Off came my black demi-bra. Off came my black lace hi-cut panties, already damp in the crotch. Off came his blue bikini briefs----the ones that hug both his cute ass in back and his big package in front----releasing his already stiffening cock. "Shall we do some reading, Hot Stuff?" he asked. Knowing we have an armoire filled with naughty books from which to choose, I readily agreed. Both being members of wl, it's no surprise that we love to read and diddle. Sometimes we each masturbate ourselves while at other times we switch back and forth with who is diddling whom. Another variant is cumming from just clitty and cock stroking versus actual fucking. We were both displaying enough proof of our arousal that I doubted we'd make it past some very pleasurable mutual masturbation before we exploded. Propped up against the big headboard of our waterbed, I began reading one of Anne Rice's erotic novels. Next thing I know, I feel a hand playing with my shaved pussy. Spreading my legs apart allowed better access to those especially fun places on the female anatomy. Well, I can hold a book with just one hand, too, so placed my hand on Bob's stiff rod and began to stroke.When he moved away after several minutes, I let out a little moan of disappointment. (Or was that a moan of pleasure from the wonderful things his fingers were doing to my labia?) My disappointment didn't last long, though. He set aside his book, took off his glasses, and positioned himself to suck his favorite lollipop, my cunt. His tongue and mouth made magic between my legs. By this time I was sopping wet from my arousal juices. After a bit, I longed to give his cock more attention. I set aside my book so I could have both hands free. Pushing Bob back down on the bed, I straddled his closed legs. I positioned my dripping pussy right on top of one of his thighs so he could feel the moisture and I could get some sweet pressure on my throbbing clit. Then I began stroking his engorged penis, loving the way it bobbed as I pleasured it. "You just keep getting better at that," he grunted as his face contorted. He could no longer hold back. I stroked him to the grand finale. I love to see him shiver with ecstasy after his release. His cum felt so warm and sexy dripping down my hand. Yes, I used both hands to bring him the ultimate pleasure. One had been tickling his sensitive balls while the other had been pumping him dry."Well, Fantasy, how about you? Did you get your turn?" I can hear you ask. Do you honestly think I'd let all that sexiness go to waste without hitting the Big O myself? Of course not!!There's nothing like a good vibe and I have one from Good Vibrations that Bob bought me as a present years ago. While I placed my pointy tipped vibe against my clit, he tickled and pulled on my labia until my whole body was consumed with a magnificent orgasm. What a way to end what had been a wonderful weekend!