Julie and I had been travelling up through Yugoslavia from Greece on our way through Italy France and then on to Spain just visiting friends and hanging out on beaches. We had enjoyed being naked on the beaches in Greece when I read in the Rough Guide to Yugoslavia about Koversada a naturist resort with shops and clubs, I suggested to Julie that we had a few...
I'm not much of an exhibitionist, but from time to time I get off on that sort of thing. One such time came when I was spending the night with my girlfriend, who was living with her best friend's family at the time. We had just started to wake up the next morning when we were both feeling a little amorous. We fooled around a little bit, and then started ma...
The rain swept through in waves, loud against the wood roof. He was sprawled naked on the couch, long legs hanging off the side, an empty bourbon glass on the floor, pillow on his chest. Rain continued to sweep through as he drifted off, arm across his eyes to shield them from the wet midnight twilight. She was on his mind, six thousand miles away in Spain,...
It's a fall night, full moon on a beach side balcony. As I sit there just dreaming about the meeting that is about to happen. I am waiting for my first full encounter with a hot man that I have been longing for, from a distance, for a while now. We have been teasing each other for years now and it all comes down to tonite our first rendezvous.I am barley dre...
Edited by Todger65 It was a hot Saturday morning. I headed out to the beach for a swim and a tan. I slipped on a skimpy two-piece bikini which was pretty revealing, grabbed my beach bag and keys and headed out the door. After a quick drive I arrived at the beach. I parked the car and walked down finding a nice spot to lay my towel. I always loved coming her...
[Part of a series of stories about a wife who owns her husband.] * On holiday, my wife always comes alive sexually. Stephanie opens up, seems to find everything and anything sexual, and she becomes very demanding. She rarely puts on underwear on holiday, dresses much more provocatively than normal and expects me to be ready and available for her at all ti...
It had been a long, bumpy flight, I hadn't slept, and I was feeling skeevy around the edges. Needed something to hone that edge off, so I stopped at an old friend's up in Laurel Canyon before going to my hotel and picked up a few joints. Decent stuff, but I wished I'd brought my tin from New York – unfortunately, not with airport security these days. Anyway...
Chapter 12 ~Bare Bottoms in the Big Easy Going to the Big Easy at Mardi Gras time is a perfect time to check into a Bare Bottoms Clothing Optional Resort. During Mardi Gras most of the people on Bourbon Street are at least ½ naked anyway. For the women the major object of the festival is to see how many strings of beads they can get for flashing their goods...
It was the beginning of winter in Phoenix and it was still 90 out, my wife and I woke up around 9am at the hotel and it was a beautiful morning. We both sleep in the nude. Well, we got up and realized the we had left the curtain and sliding door to the balcony open all night, my wife got up and went to the bathroom while I went out to the balcony. We were...
It was early morning, the first time he saw her. The weather had been hot; not unbearably so, but enough to wake him earlier than normal. The fact that the hotel's air con only seemed to work intermittently didn't help matters, and he was typically driven out onto the balcony by 6am, coffee in hand, to watch the sun rise slowly out of the ocean. On the t...