Nudist Vacation Fun Time on the Balcony

Back at our room, we all took a shower and went to bed. I was the last one to shower, so by the time I got out of the bathroom, everything was dark and the others were asleep. I sat outside on the balcony for a few minutes, just looking down at the world before me. Just below lay the market, its lights making the dark expanse of untouched nature around look even darker, and even more vast. I could smell the heat and humidity around me. Even over the music and voices down below I could hear insect chirping, and somewhere behind me, the waves crashed into the beach in a rhythmic murmur. Once back inside, I tip-toed past Kelly and Manu as quietly as possible. They were rolled up each in their own covers, but in the dark I could make out Kelly's slender arm draped across his chest, her hand resting against his cheek like she was about to pull him in and kiss him. On our bed, Judy lay on her back, her long dark hair pooled around her head. I lay down next to her, my head propped up on one arm, and admired her curvy outlines. She had wrapped her covers around her upper body, leaving her legs and pussy exposed. In the moonlight, the thin strip of hair on her mound formed a distinct little ridge, almost like a treeline. I reached out and rested my hand on her knee, then slowly moved upward, my fingertips tracing the inside of her thigh. Her skin was wonderfully soft, and the further up I went, the warmer it got. I could feel my dick growing larger, rising from its flaccid state as if to look up at this beautiful naked woman before me. When my hand touched her labia, I froze. What was I doing? Judy was asleep, I had no business feeling her up. I carefully retracted my hand and rolled over to cover myself up. I laid there, trying my best to fall sleep, but it just wouldn't happen and I knew it. With every breath, I was drawing Judy's feminine scent into my nostrils, and my hard dick still rested on my stomach, pulsating gently, demanding attention. I uncovered myself and gave it a few slow strokes. Next to me, Judy turned in her sleep. This was not going to work. I stood up and walked toward the bathroom, my erection pointing forward as if it was leading the way. Just as I opened the bathroom door, I felt somebody grab me by the hand. “Where you going?” I was Judy. “I just gotta go to the bathroom.” I tried to keep my back turned on her, so as to hide my massive hard-on. “I know what you're doing.” She gave me a mischievous smile. “Can I join?” For a split-second, I was dumbstruck, staring at her like a deer caught in the headlights.. A feeling of guilt over being caught washed over me. But it was quickly replaced when her last three words sank in. I vividly imagined the feeling of Judy's naked body grinding against mine, the heat building between us as I pulled her close. I pictured her mouth wide open with ecstasy, wondered what her moans sounded like. “Sure,” I said quietly. She shot me a big smile and almost pulled me into the bathroom. Once she flicked the light on, she made a beeline for the cabinet by the window. “Take these.” She handed me two towels, grabbed a bottle from the cabinet and headed to the sliding door. “Where are you going?” I wanted to know. “We're going on the balcony.” “But people can see us out there!” “Maybe,” Judy said with a mischievous grin. “If they do, we might as well give them a show to remember.” I was not going to argue with that. As quickly and quietly as we could, we arranged the two recliners on the balcony to face each other and put our towels down. Judy laid down on the one closer to the banister. “Hold out your hand.” I did like she said and she poured something out of the bottle from the cabinet into my palm. It turned out to be scented massage oil. While I put my hand to my face to smell it, Judy spread her legs and poured a small amount directly onto her mound. I watched in amazement as it slowly flowed down toward her pussy, her pubes acting like a wick, and parted to run down the creases between her lips. She caught a drop with her fingertips and brought them up to draw slow, small circles around her clit. I followed suit, generously applying the massage oil from my palm to the tip of my dick. Until then, I had never used any kind of oil to jerk off, so the sensation was new to me. I liked it a lot. “I thought you were going to make a move back there,” she said between two breathy sighs. “Was kinda disappointed when you didn't.” “Yeah, I was looking at you the whole time.” She slid a finger into her pussy. “I was about to tell you to keep going, but then you got up.” We stopped talking, content with watching one another. I was mesmerized by the sight of her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, her labia enveloping them as if in a very tight embrace. With her left hand, she played with her breasts, massaging them, gently pulling at her nipples with pointed fingers. Everything was silent, except for the wet sounds of Judy fingering herself and my hand going up and down my hard shaft. A loud moan from Judy made me stop. “Careful. Don't wake them up,” I cautioned her, referring to Kelly and Manu. “Sorry.” She giggled. We went back to stroking ourselves. I tightened my grip on myself to intensify the sensation. With every stroke, I could distinctly feel my glans thrust out between my curled fingers. My eyes were firmly glue to Judy's body, following the outlines of her feminine curves, taking in every crease in her skin, every strand of hair on her head. In the warm light coming from the bathroom, I could see her pussy glistening as the massage oil on her fingers mixed with her natural fluids. She kept her lips pressed shut so no tell-tale moans would escape her and wake up either of our respective siblings inside, but I could clearly hear her breathing as it was going quicker now. Her voluptuous breasts rose and fell in sync, only to lay still when she let out a deep, drawn-out “Mmmmhhhh.” That sent me over the edge, and I erupted into a quiet, but powerful orgasm. Three or for ropes of cum shot out of my dick, landing on my leg and stomach. When I looked up at her, I saw Judy was watching me, her eyes locked on my dick. She opened her mouth to let out a quiet “Fuck yeah” followed by a sigh. I gave myself some time to enjoy the afterglow, the mix of feeling both spent and satisfied, before I got up and cleaned myself off with my towel. Once was no longer covered in massage oil and cum, I tossed the towel back in my chair and got on my hands and knees to observe Judy. I inched closer to her and began to massage the inside of her thigh, which she acknowledged with an approving moan. I watched intently as she parted her labia with two dripping wet fingers and rolled her clit between her fingertips. With her other hand, she reached out for my chin and gently lifted it up until our eyes met. She opened her mouth and curled her tongue in what I can only describe as a “come hither” motion. I obliged and slid my tongue into her mouth. Our lips locked as she pulled me in, releasing her grip only to run the tips of her fingers over my dick. “Still hard,” she observed. “How could I not?” I responded with a smile. She let out a little giggle and leaned back in her chair. With one hand still on my dick, she crossed her legs, trapping her other leg between her thighs. She began to rock her hips back and forth, grinding her her pussy against her fingers. Her pelvic thrusts got quicker and quicker until she arched her back and opened her mouth to let out a series of sighs, each one slightly louder and longer than the last. I remembered that we were not alone, so I pulled her into myself and covered her lips with mine. She let out a final moan, a deep elongated sound that seemed to reverberate in my head. I released Judy from my hold and began to kiss her neck and caress her hair. Her breathing normalized, and I could feel little muscle spasms going through her body as her orgasm ebbed off. Her hand let go of my dick and began to return my caresses as she rubbed my back and planted small, wet kisses on my cheek and earlobe. “Do you think anybody saw us?” she whispered in my ear. “I don't care. If they did, good for them.” “Same.” She laughed. “Alright, let me get cleaned off so we can go to bed.” We untangled ourselves from our embrace and Judy got up to wipe herself off with her towel, which by this point was already covered in spots of oil and vaginal fluids. After we had made sure that the chairs were back in their spots and the towels were stowed away in the laundry basked, we tip toed back into our room and curled up in bed together. Usually I shift around and readjust myself before I manage to fall asleep. That night my head had barely hit the pillow when the exhaustion from the day's (and night's) activities crept up on me, wrapping me in a warm feeling of contentment. I drifted off into some of the best sleep I have ever had.