I just finished packing my bags and I was ready to go. I was a bit nervous, but excited at the same time. All I had to pack was a towel, sunscreen, and water. All I was wearing was a sundress and sunglasses. Today was the day I take my nudity public. I had enjoyed the feeling of being naked as far back as I remember. The softness of the bedsheets as I slept...
I waited for "Him" to back his car out from its parking space. Standing outside the motel room, leaning against the room's door frame, wearing only that sheer purple slip (that he insisted that I wear whenever he leaves after spending a few hours cumming in and all over my body), I watched his car. Both of my large nipples were pointing straight out strainin...
The Ravens #1- Siege at Mermaid Beach 10:45 am Mermaid Beach Island Nation of Xenobia Looking to the Indian Ocean on a clear sunny afternoon, Vanessa Vander, a 5'9, 34-24-34 woman in her early thirties with long wavy dark brown hair, walks naked on the sandy grounds of the clothing-optional Mermaid Beach wearing only her sunglasses and a layer of sun tan o...
This story is a continuation of my "The Performance" series in that it features my character Megan Ward. Of course, the ubiquitous Harry Stone is the narrator. I think that this story can stand on its own, but you are encouraged to read my "The Performance" series including "Private Performances" for background. This story is a work of fiction. Any resembla...
I lived in San Diego a long time before I decided to try Blacks Beach. When I finally went, I realized what I'd been missing. I love being nude outdoors but I didn't realize how much better it was being nude with hundreds of other nudists at the same time. Anyway, today was only the second time I'd been to Blacks Beach, which is a nude beach at Point Loma i...
The guys got back to the resort just after 4:00 in the afternoon. We'd been golfing at a course about five miles down the road, just outside of Negril. I told Roger and Nick I'd see them at dinner. I was dying to see Anna, and dying for a drink. So we went our separate ways. My first stop was at the hotel room, but she wasn't there. So I made my way down to...
Author's note: This was my eighth trip to Europe. They say that the jet lag means less every time you fly the pond, but I don't think that's true. What I do think is that we learn to live with it, but that our bodies still feel it, every time. The focus is to be on one day, one day only. Here's the story of that day. * * * * * I woke up in a strange place...
In the middle to late 80's there was a magazine dedicated to bare female vulvas called "Close Shave." At the time it was the only magazine I could find specializing in the topic. Complete removal of pubic hair was not yet mainstream, and in some books and articles it was considered kinky. Since it was a fringe sex magazine, it contained few, if any, advertis...
There is nothing like being naked! I could smell her the minute she walked into Captain Bob's Bar and Grille. It was the unmistakable smell of a luscious pussy in heat. She was wearing a pretty pale yellow, spaghetti strapped sundress, and her tan was a perfectly golden match. Intuition told me that was all she was naked under that thin cotton garment. It...
Special Holiday We arrived at the camp site in the early evening and it seemed quite busy but the weather was wonderful and the sun was shinning bright. This was going to be a special holiday for us as we had not had one for awhile owing to the pressures at work, so we looked forward to enjoying every minute of it for the full week ahead. We soon settled...