JAMIE- A Fantasy
This story is pure fantasy. The only thing that is real is myself and Jamie. None of these events ever happened. But it's nice to dream...
CHAPTER ONE
I had been making a regular pilgrimage to the Golden Sands Naturist Park (publicly, just known as Golden Sands) for several years now. The park had been quietly established near the Great Sandy National Park, north of Brisbane in the late 1970's. Queensland was a very conservative place back in those days, so the park had to be managed in a very low key manner, limited to small advertisements in Sun and Health magazine. By the time I discovered the park in the 1990's, the political climate in the state had changed, allowing increased levels of advertising which brought in more guests from further afield than just Queensland.
The park has a wide range of facilities. Accommodation ranged from large cabins all the way down to tents. There was a large central swimming pool (which I preferred to use) and a short walking track to an isolated part of Great Sandy Beach. (Which was preferred by many of the camps visitors.) A large dining hall was the biggest structure in the camp.
For me, it was a great place to getaway. In 1995 I was twenty-six years old, and had been working as a teacher for three years. I had moved to Queensland from Northern NSW two years ago and while my new school was fine, there were times when I did miss my old school of Grafton Shores.
I was a relatively recent convert to nudism, enjoying the open and good natured people who flocked to camps like this one. Growing up I had quite a few inhibitions about nudity but as I entered my adult years I became more content with my body. I still had a bit of weight from my teens to lose but that would just take time.
I have to admit, I did enjoy the women at the camp. In a purely platonic fashion, of course. The wide range of sexy shapes and sizes had opened my eyes to the fantastic nature of female beauty. I had quickly mastered the art of not getting a massive erection the second I saw a beautiful girl, which was very important. Erections still happened randomly, of course, but as long as it wasn't being waved at a teenage girl it was accepted.
It was also a good place to get away from students. Having holidayed at various locations up and down the east coast of Australia I had quickly discovered that students, past and present, were to be found everywhere. Generally, the encounters were no problems, but sometimes, particularly with immature male students with a chip on their shoulder, the encounters had the potential to turn violent.
It was two days into the summer holiday. Christmas was a few more days away and the hot sun was blazing down on the camp.
I was enjoying myself, relaxing in the pool. I liked to lean with my back to the side of the pool, feeling the coolness of the water on the lower part of my body and the suns warm rays on the upper part.
Little did I know that these were the last few seconds of what I consider to be my "old life". Everything was about to change.
A voice interrupted my relaxation in the pool. It was a girl's voice, bright with a hint of laughter.
"What are YOU doing here, Mr Ross?"
I looked up and was nearly staring straight into the sun. I could make out the figure of a naked young woman standing above me, wearing nothing but a pair of thongs.
She noticed me straining my eyes in the glare, so she shifted her head to block the sun, casting a shadow over my face. Now I could see her much more clearly.
Tanned legs, shaven, leading up to a pussy that was not shaven, but the pubic hair was light, I could clearly see the pussy lips sticking out. (shaved pubic hair was rare at places like this, even during the 90's)
A slight bikini bottom tan line around the waist and groin (it was the start of the season). I'd always had a thing for tan lines, something about the boundary between what other people saw and what I got to enjoy as a nudist. Just my thing, I guess.
My journey up the smooth body continued. A pierced belly-button, (becoming more common in the 90's) then up to the chest.
I was shocked. For such a young sounding voice the breasts were really large, hanging down as the girl leant over me. She had very broad, puffy nipples. Another set of tan lines from a bikini top extended across them. If the girl hadn't been leaning over I would not have been able to see her face at all due to the size of her breasts. They were a truly beautiful pair of breasts as well. I had always enjoyed large ones, and these were stunningly large, while still maintaining a nice proportion to the rest of her body.
Finally, I reached the face. Short brown hair in a bobbed style that went well down beneath the ears framed a broad smile and big brown eyes. A face that would be better described as very cute rather than beautiful.
I didn't immediately recognise her, but that didn't matter.
I had developed one of the biggest erections I had ever experienced in my life.
I twisted my body around so I was facing her the right way, my back to the sun and my erection hidden from her by the water and edge of the pool.
She squatted down to talk to me, her pussy only centimetres away from my face, her labia parting as she did so. Even with an unshaven pussy her lips were very prominent, briefly reminding me of the 80's pornstar, Keisha, who had very pronounced labia lips as well. The soft and natural aroma of her pussy drifted over me. She clearly hadn't been in the pool yet.
"Come on sir, it hasn't been that long?" There was still that hint of laughter in her voice.
"I'm sorry," I said, my mind racing for time to figure out what was going on. "It just that the sun was really bright." I immediately regretted the stupidity of that statement. Clearly the blood was rushing from my brain to somewhere else. I must have sounded like a moron.
"Sir." I thought. She called me "Sir." AND "Mr Ross." The realisation started, an ominous sinking sensation. The probability of *how* I knew this girl hit me like a truck.
