"Huh? Why?"
"Because they're naked!" she said as loudly as she dared over the engine's grumble.
Tim risked a look into the beach. "Huh, yeah, I guess they are." As if in response, the older heavyset man at one end of the beach raised his head from where he lay and looked out at the newcomers then flopped back down, much like a basking walrus alert for interlopers.
Gwen turned her head to avoid being caught staring. "Tim, we're intruding on their privacy!"
"They're not shooting at us or trying to hide, so I'm going to guess they don't mind." He smiled, and scrambled forward to drop their small anchor.
Gwen glared at his back, wondering if this was some sort of joke. She felt her anger rise just a bit at being put in a situation where The Slut could make the idea of being seen —and seeing others-seem enticing. The Lady fought back, reminding her of her promise to take the proper path from here on out.
Tim hurried back from the bow to the storage locker and removed a waterproof sack. He quickly took a towel from the bag Gwen had packed, then looked up at her. "Want me to put one if for you , too?"
"One what?"
"A towel. I'm going to swim into shore and sit for a bit. Come with me."
"In there? I think we'll stick out..."
Tim had already removed shorts and shirt and was stuffing them into the bag. "Not if we're all dressed the same. As far as sticking out goes, if I do—" he glanced down at his flaccid member—"then maybe a swim will take care of that."
Gwen stood there in shock, resisting the impulse to become the overprotective wife and mother and wrap him in a towel before the couples on shore could see any more of him. "I can't go on the beach...like that..."
"You'll be fine," he said, kissing her lightly on the forehead. "But if you want to stay on the boat, that's okay too. I'll stay where you can see me, alright?" He dropped the bag over the side, checking to make sure it floated before dropping in beside it. "Water's great," he said after he surfaced. "C'mon in." Tim didn't wait for her to change her mind, sidestroking for the beach, pulling the satchel behind him.
She watched him go, at least for a moment. Her attention was soon diverted to the others on the sand as she hoped they would think she was still watching the naked man that had jumped off her boat. To the left was the older heavyset man, his chest covered in a silver fur that was visible even from this distance, while a woman with some extra pounds of her own was to his right. He was laying on his back, his round belly and meaty thighs obscuring the junction of his legs, while the woman sat upright reading a magazine, apparently unconcerned that her hanging, pendulous breasts were on full display. Gwen was aghast that two people that age would treat their nudity so casually, and upset that is seemed to be bothering her more than them.
The couple on the other end of the beach was much younger. The man appeared to be closer in age to Gwen's daughters, sitting with arms loosely wrapped around his drawn-up knees, while what she guessed to be a young woman lay on her stomach to his right. The youth casually observed Tim approaching shore before his eyes moved on, scanning and stopping on the still-dressed woman on the boat.
Gwen turned away at the realization she was being examined by the young man, suddenly unsure that what she wore was sufficient cover. She sat down in the cockpit and looked back in time to see Tim now upright and waist-deep in the water, trudging the last few yards to the shore. His naked buttocks emerged from beneath the surface, and Gwen knew what was between his legs was now on display for all on the beach.
Tim turned back to look at her, and Gwen briefly thought he might have thought better of things and was coming back. Instead he waved and began to unpack the bag he had towed ashore. Even from here she could see his penis and testicles had drawn up tightly against his body, something she had only discovered this summer happened in cool water, and she briefly wondered if the other men on the beach experienced the same thing before the Lady sharply reprimanded her for even thinking about other men's private parts.
Gwen considered retrieving her book and waiting there in the safety of the boat's cockpit until her husband grew tired of this game, but the fact he was now laying out a towel about halfway between the couples made her believe they were going to be here for a bit. She had begun to debate the possibility of joining Tim on shore—in her bikini, of course—when another couple appeared, making their way out of the woods and down the short embankment behind the beach. Most likely friends of the young couple, Gwen decided based on their direction of travel and age, and that they were nude just like the others. Both were deeply bronzed and without tan lines. The young woman was striking, a perfectly sculpted body matched with perfect breasts riding high on her chest and long black hair that hung down her back and. Her partner had the well-defined chest and legs of an athletic youth, a flaccid penis swinging back and forth in long arcs as he strode across the sand. From her vantage point, Gwen could see they both kept themselves hair-free down "there" as well. It somehow made them look even more sleek and athletic, she had to admit.
The pair stopped at the younger couple's spot to drop the towels they carried. The young man plopped down on the sand, exchanging a fist bump with his friend over the form of the still-prone woman while his partner continued on down to the water. Gwen knew it was rude to stare, but she could not look away as the young woman continued to wade in until she was waist-deep. Only then did she stop, her hand dipping under the surface and between her legs.
To Gwen, the raven-haired woman's focus appeared to be cleaning rather than pleasuring; and the thought did not escape the watching woman that it was meant to remove what had been deposited there. It dawned on Gwen that the couple had possibly been up in the woods making love. Decency again caught up with her and she averted her eyes as if she had been observing the actual coupling. The sound of the young woman splashing back up to the shore tempted her back to watch that rock hard bottom sway up the beach to the others.
She sat on the towel thoughtfully laid out by her young lover and quietly said something to the woman lying next to her. She laughed while reaching over to absentmindedly pat the soft length between her boyfriend's legs as if she was praising a faithful dog.
Tim should not be on that beach alone, Gwen decided, and both Lady and Slut agreed. The plan that formed did not focus on the Lady's intent tobring her husband back aboard, however. She stood and turned her back to the beach as though not being able to see the beachgoers brought her some privacy and carefully removed shorts and top. Across the open expanse of water she looked out on boats moved back and forth, none very close at all, using the center of the lake as their high speed routes up and down its length. With a deep breath she turned and presented her bikini-clad front to the others and made her way carefully down the stairs at the stern.
She hung there a moment, submerged up to her neck in the lake's warmth, eventually letting go and treading water while untying her top. Gwen had known from the moment she had made the decision to go to shore that doing so with what little cover she had would make her stand out from the others; but to strip down in front of them on the gently bobbing stage she had just gotten off of was too much. The top was carefully wrapped around the stair's handhold, within reach should she need it. After a bit of a struggle, her bottoms were put there as well. Might as well get it over with, she decided, and began to slowly make her way to the beach.
Gwen swam as far as she could, her naked body just below the surface, before the water got too shallow to continue paddling. She reluctantly let her feet find the sandy bottom and stood. Water streamed over glistening skin, sunlight dancing off the rivulets and beads as she waded the last few feet to where Tim now stood grinning, holding her towel out for her. The Lady urged her to hurry to its relative safety, but she ignored the plea. Gwen snuck a glance to her left as her waist cleared the surface—the older couple apparently had no interest in her arrival, the man continuing to doze while the women read. A glance to her right showed a different level of attention.
Both young men were looking in her general direction, their sunglasses hiding exactly where their stares landed, but Gwen knew she was the target. The certainty unlocked something in her, a sense of pride and power fueled by their subtle flattery their interest implied. Before the summer had begun she might have met them with an icy stare, willing them to avert their gaze, not that she would have ever put herself in this position; now she pretended not to notice while inviting them to look. Years of proper posture was taken to another level, chest pushed out in proud display while the Slut made every effort during her slow walk up the beach to maximize the enticing swish of her hips.
Another quick glance revealed the two young men had averted their gaze, most likely at the threat of being caught by the raven-haired young woman between them. She had risen just enough from where she lay to support herself on her elbows, unabashedly watching the older woman as she crossed the last few feet to her towel, drinking her in. Only when Gwen had taken the covering from her husband and briefly wrapped herself as a mock bow to modesty did the young woman lay down again.
The urge to display herself calmed as the four young people lay down, their occasional glances becoming quick and furtive. Gwen hurriedly kneeled and removed the towel to lay it on the sand, then sat down. The position assumed by the first young man when she had been on the boat made the most sense, and she pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them, doing her best to hide her nakedness behind her thighs.
To her right, the older man stirred and sat up. He stood and stretched, the movement clearly revealing the penis beneath his beer belly as he thrust his hips forward to arch his back. He was certainly no Adonis, but Gwen found a certain attraction to the man's silver-haired chest. Tim was not particularly hirsute; the fur this man wore had a certain masculine appeal to it. What lay below that bulging stomach had her attention as well. This was the first time she had ever seen "real" penises besides Tim's; the older man's was still drawn tightly up against his body, as if he had just been swimming. The differences between just the three she had seen so far fascinated her. Gwen discretely watched him trundle to the water and slowly submerge as he walked out towards the boats at anchor.
"Sunglasses?"
Gwen looked over at Tim as he lay next to her, his own manhood now warm in the sun and back to its normal relaxed size. "I left mine on the boat," she said with regret. "I thought I might lose them when I swam in."
"I put a pair in the bag. You can use those if you want."
Anything was better than nothing for cover, and she quickly reached for the satchel and located them. Her senses on full alert, the huddled woman scanning all about her for any sign that somebody had been offended by their nudity.
A movement from the young couples' direction stopped her patrolling. The woman—the hips, rear, and blond ponytail were definitely a woman's, Gwen had decided when she first reached shore—was still lying on her stomach, head turned away from the other couples, towards her boyfriend lying next to her. Her left arm lay relaxed by her side while the other lay over the man's hip, her hand gently toying with his awakening length.
Gwen quickly snapped her attention to the boats, afraid she might have been caught spying on their intimate moment while trying to convince herself how wrong the display was. Over the Lady's strident protests curiosity drove her to turn her head ever so slightly back in their direction, hoping her sunglasses would hide where her gaze truly lay.
The pink mushroom head the woman was teasing with a fingernail contrasted brightly with the tanned length and sac below it. She could see that the light touching was turning to something more, and the stroking became more purposeful,from tip to base. The young man turned his head to look at the owner of the hand and mumbled something. She mumbled back, and the couple began to rise. Gwen quickly looked back out at the boats where the older man was emerging from the water like a furry sea monster. Her gaze kept miving to the open water beyond.
"We're gonna go take care of some business," the man standing to her left announced to the other couple. He spoke in a conversational tone, clearly unconcerned that their friends knew their intentions, or even that Gwen and Tim could hear him.
"Have fun. Don't wear it out," the dark-haired woman responded without bothering to raise her head off the sand.. Reflexes took over, and the Slut willed a quick glance in the direction of the voices before she or the Lady could stop her.
The young man was equally as fit as his counterpart, with a well-defined upper body and short blonde hair that stood out against the rest of his bronzed skin. His erection was now in full bloom, standing up proudly against his abdomen, a condition he made no effort to hide. The woman who had awakened it did not have the toned body of her friend, but rather a slightly more voluptuous figure with wide hips and an impressively large pair of breasts. She alone among her companions had a v-shaped thatch of hair between her legs, a bit darker than the hair on her head.
