I write some romantic stories. This is not one of them. This one is gritty. It's full of all kinds of sex. Some consensual, some not. If you want 'nice' read "Gorgeous Girl".
If you want a story about blackmail and revenge that's rough and tumble, give this one a go.
^^^
"Heather?" I cried out.
"In here."
I went into the hall and entered the room she was in. She had her back to me as she stood in front of a mirror. She dropped her masquerade mask. The half mask was red and had feathers coming out of the top.
She bent over at the hips to retrieve it, and since she was naked, she mooned me.
"That's a great ass," I said.
"Oops," she said and laughed.
While she picked it off the floor, I checked out her twenty-five-year-old bum and her hairless cunt.
"I think your asshole winked at me," I said, and chuckled.
She giggled and grabbed her mask. She stood, and calmly said, "Assholes can't wink."
"Yes they can."
She was looking into the mirror, putting on her mask, and fixing her hair. I got behind her, caught her eye, winked, and said, "This asshole can."
She laughed.
I said, "You look great, Babe."
She turned, smiled, and said, "Thanks. You too."
"Are you sure?" I asked. "I'm not as young or fit as you. I feel ridiculous. I'm naked, wearing a mask and I have this thick stainless steel clamp above my testicles."
She chuckled, and said, "You have the balls of bull. They're huge and hang low. We have to emphasize them. The crowd will love you. Come here."
We came together and hugged, putting our left arms around the other's lower back. She crushed her ample breasts into my chest. Our lips came together for a quick peck.
My right hand cupped an ass cheek and squeezed.
Her right hand scooped up my balls and caressed them. She said, "Your ball sack is getting prickly. You're okay for tonight, but I should shave them for you tomorrow."
I jokingly raised my eyebrows repeatedly, and said, "Can I shave you?"
"Oh, Dad! The last time I let you, we were in beds for hours."
^^^ six months earlier^^^
I grabbed a tray and prepared for a pleasant evening at home alone. On the tray were a bowl of smoked almonds, a tumbler with two fingers of good bourbon, a container of plain yogurt, and some thick paper napkins.
I placed the tray on a table and sat in my favorite recliner. I sipped my bourbon and turned on my computer. My laptop was connected to the TV by a HDMI cable. I hit a few buttons and the image on my laptop appeared on the big screen.
"What'll it be?" I said out loud. "Voyeur women's locker rooms or a nude beach video?" I laughed because I always watched both. I enjoyed seeing naked women. I enjoyed it more when they were unaware they had an audience.
I said, "Let's start at the beach."
I tossed some almonds into my mouth and crushed them as I typed "video Cap d'Agde". Mistakenly, I hit enter. I was inundated with information about the 'Naked City', the famous French naturalist village.
I had no interest in watching people go about their day unclothed: shopping in the grocery store, haggling with shop owners, or getting a haircut from a naked barber.
I typed in "video Cap d'Agde sex on the beach", hit enter, and I was offered hundreds of videos of naked people on the Mediterranean beach. I chose one and I was treated to the view of nude people walking on the edge of the beach, the firm sand where the water and sand meet.
Most of the people had all-body tans. The majority appeared to be forty-years-old and older. A good number were in their sixties and seventies. Those grandparents and great-grandparents had tired bodies weather-by time and the sun, and were often overweight.
The oldsters weren't sexy, but I had to give them a tip of the hat. They were out there strutting or, in some cases, shuffling along in the buff with their dicks and pussies exposed. They were brave souls.
I was shown people sitting on beach towels and in the water, but the camera focused on those who were walking. I saw backs, butts, breasts, vaginas, and penises. It was rare to see pubic hair on either sex. These were committed nudists/exhibitionists and they were unashamed to show their genitals.
More than half the crowd were male, so I saw many dicks. A lot were big dicks. I'm not gay so why did I notice? This might reflect my insecurity. Many penises were larger than what I see when I shower.
I sipped my bourbon and reassured myself that the issue wasn't me and my penis, I suspect that there is a selection bias among men at nude beaches. I propounded, if you knew the world would see your prick, who was most likely to go to a nude beach, a guy with a big dick or a guy whose equipment is below average?
Yes, that's it. I'm not unusual. My size range was under represented.
Another thing I noticed was the women weren't gorgeous. Many were older women with flabby bellies, chunky hips, fat asses, and saggy tits.
Occasionally, an attractive younger woman comes into view. Her flat taut stomach and firm ass was a welcomed, sexy sight regardless of the size of her perky breasts.
The camera panned to the crowded beach and I saw couples sunbathing and talking. I was not surprised that the ladies had no problem exposing their breasts. After all, the beach was in France. I was surprised that so many spread their legs.
To me, it seemed as if they were inviting everyone to look at their vaginas! And I loved it!
I am a stereotypical uptight American who is freaked out by nudity. The puritanical ethos of our founders was pounded into me, and seeing people with such a laissez-faire attitude toward clothing made me uneasy. It is something that I could never do. The idea of a nude beach is taboo and adds to my titillation.
The camera scanned the beach and I scanned the naked uninhibited ladies.
Quickly, it was obvious pussies are like snowflakes, no two are alike.
Some are small neat slits at the bottom of a woman's abdomen. Some are located lower and are hidden when they stand. Others are impossible not to notice. They have thick outer lips.
