The Free Spirit
Lisa is what people used to call a free spirit. She literally marches to her own drum. She is also disarmingly honest in every way. If she is thinking something, there is a good chance you'll hear it. She once was on a date and she asked the fellow she was having dinner with if he liked sex. He was so caught off guard he didn't know what to say. "I guess," he stammered.
"So, you're not sure?" she asked openly. "Sometimes you don't?"
"No, I always do," he said. "Sometimes it is better than others."
"When was the best time?" she asked casually.
"You don't mess around with chit chat, do you," Tom said. "Well, I guess that would be Karen," he said.
"What did she do that you liked?" Lisa asked.
"Boy," he said. "You get right to the point, don't you? Tell you what," he said, trying to get some of the control of the conversation back, "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours. You want to know mine, then what's yours?"
"That would be cowgirl, but I like oral," she said without a moments hesitation. "My best? That would be Mario,"she said candidly. "He is a sweetheart, and he is as sexy as a ten inch dildo."
"Well, I guess mine is oral, too," he said, blushing slightly. "I like it all," he confided, "and my ex-girlfriend, Karen, was best at it, I guess."
Lisa looked at him with interest. "And what did Karen do?" she asked.
"That is a little personal, but, well, she was uninhibited, I guess," he said.
"So, she'd swallow, right?" Lisa said.
"Yeah, among other things," he said.
"So why aren't you with Karen anymore?" she asked. "She find someone she like better?"
His face reddened. "That's right. She found Julian," Tom said.
"I wonder if they have good sex," she said.
"Undoubtedly," Tom conceded, feeling the sting of the loss. "At least Julian does. Were you with Mario?" he asked.
"Only when I wanted a good fuck," she said frankly. "I don't believe in putting all my eggs in one basket," she said, "or all my effort in one man. I am not what you'd call a 'one man woman,'" she said. "I also don't believe in wearing clothes if you don't have to. Do you like being naked?"
"Well, I am usually only naked when I am having sex," he said, "or showering, but I am not against it. It sounds interesting," he added.
"It is 'interesting' to be out of your clothes on a warm beach with other like minded people," she said, only slightly mocking his comment and using the word interesting. "I am going to a nude beach tomorrow. Want to come?" she asked with a smile.
"Tomorrow is my day off, so okay, sure," he said.
"Maybe we can have sex," she said casually.
He was totally stopped by that. He smiled. "That could be very 'interesting.'"
"I hope so," Lisa said. "For both of us."
The next day Lisa picked up Tom at his apartment at ten in the morning. She was wearing sandals, a tank top with no bra, and short shorts that revealed almost more than the law allows. They were so loose that Tom could barely keep his eyes on things other than her thighs and midriff. "We will be naked in just a few minutes," she said, noticing his discomfort. "Have you never been to a nude beach?" she asked bluntly. He simply shook his head. "Just pretend you are in a locker room and you are about to take a shower. I have plenty of sunscreen, so don't worry about that." He didn't tell her that was the last thing he was worried about. As nervous as he was, he was also very excited to be going to a nude beach with a gorgeous and free spirited woman.
When she pulled into the dirt parking lot, there were five cars already there. The trail went off to the left and she put her backpack chair on her back, lifted the bag out of the trunk, then motioned with her head for him to follow and started up the trail. When they got to the beach she headed north along the waterline for two hundred yards, then she turned toward the cliff and put her stuff down by a large rock near the bluff.
Tom put his towel down next her and followed her lead by stripping out of his clothes, slowly, keeping an eye on her naked progress. She was nude almost instantaneously since she only wore the brief shorts and a tank top. She began applying sunscreen and offered him the tube when she finished. After he covered as much of himself as he could reach, she offered to do his back if he would return the favor.
Of course he would let her put her hands on his naked skin and would love to have the chance to rub cream across her lovely naked and very appealing body. When they were adequately protected from the sun, they sat on their towels and stretched out on their backs.
"Are we liable to have sex?" she asked, typically straightforward, not showing any hesitation or embarrassment.
He looked around, as if for help. "Ah, I don't know," he said. "What do you think?"
