Beach House Three
As summer was now turning to autumn life on the beach was quieter. He hadn't seen her for some considerable time, but there was still plenty of pretty scenery on the clothing optional beach in front of his house.
Each morning he took his usual walk and enjoyed the freedom of being naked but, truth to tell, he also enjoyed the scenery. Some of the ladies who also chose to go naked were really quite stunning, stunning and so confident in their bodies.
He was becoming quite an expert in the different choices women made as to how to wear their pubic hair. There were the 'au naturel' bushes, wild and unkempt; the tidy trimmed bushes that either concealed, or failed to conceal, the delights below and; of course, there were the fully waxed versions leaving nothing to the imagination.
He tried not to concentrate too much on the bare pussies, but he had to confess that there was something really erotic about a woman who had the confidence to walk naked on the beach without a single hair on her pubic area exposing it to the gaze of all who cared to look. He tried not to concentrate too much, because of the effect it might have on his sex starved cock, but not always successfully.
He had just got home from his walk one morning when there was a knock at the door. It was her, the shape was quite unmistakable through the glass door but on this occasion, fully clothed.
"Hi, I know I haven't seen you for ages but I've just popped round to see if you would like to join me for for a little light supper tomorrow night? Nothing special, shall we say about six?"
"Well I'd love to and sixish is great. Would you care for a coffee while you are here?"
"No thanks. Must dash. Got visitors. You know how it is, but I suppose I really should know your name. After all I can't keep calling you Dirty Boy indefinitely."
"No, of course not. Rob," he said "and yours?"
"Jen." And she turned and vanished down the uneven path her ample form undulating in the most erotic way. It was only then he realised just how bizarre the whole conversation had been. It was the first time he had ever seen her fully clothed and he had only just learned her name.
It all seemed a bit strange, being invited to supper, after not seeing her for ages and he wondered if this might be a prelude to another sexy encounter. He certainly hoped so and just in case he popped into the shower and shaved his package, as it was starting to look decidedly unkempt and he didn't want any razor burn tomorrow.
Just after six the following evening he made his way to her little bungalow, clutching a bottle of wine and a token box of chocolates. As he was shown into the sitting room his hopes faded. There was another couple there, already sipping their gin and tonics, side by side on the settee.
"Well, a nice social evening," he thought, "unfortunately not the night of raunchy sex I had hoped for yesterday." Peter and Flis stood up for the introductions. He was tall and athletic with thining fair hair and Flis was equally tall, statuesque, her olive skin contrasting with his pale complexion. He really couldn't help but notice that she was braless, her breasts were pert, by no means small, but it was her nipples that gave the game away as they pressed against the sheer fabric of her dress.
The conversation drifted from this to that and as they went to the table Flis continued.
"It must be great having the beach on your doorstep. Just being able to swim when you want to and with the added bonus if it being clothing optional."
"Added bonus?" Said Peter.
"Well if I lived here I certainly wouldn't bother with a swimsuit. The all over tan with no strap marks; just imagine. Anyway isn't that how you met, Rob?"
The conversation became a little more risqué over supper and a lot more risqué over brandy afterwards. It wasn't long before Flis suggested a walk along the beach to work off dinner. Jen slid the patio door back and stepped onto the board walk.
"Aren't you forgetting something? I am not going to stroll on the sand, under moon light, on a clothing optional beach wearing a dress!" Stated Flis, making her position absolutely clear
"Clothing is optional," said Jen, "so, just as you choose."
Flis, a little tipsy to be fair, stepped out onto the board walk, "I guess we have to go with the majority vote then. Whose for a skinny walk and which fuddy duddies vote to keep their kit on?"
It was quite obvious form the way she phrased it, the answer she was hoping for. The alcohol was getting the better of her and Rob was quite happy to vote for nudity, after all he did it every morning and tonight he would get a chance to survey Flis' considerable attributes. On the other hand he didn't know about Peter, how would he react to his wife stripping off in mixed company? Also he didn't want to upset Jen, because, although they were not in a relationship, they were fuck buddies.
"Peter?" Flis voice chimed, "are you in or out?"
"I'm in," he replied.
"Good! That just leaves you two. Rob?"
"It doesn't phase me."
"OK, that's three out of four so it's a skinny walk!"
"It's no big deal," said Jen taking off her shoes.
Flis stood, silhouetted in the open door way and did a mock striptease. First she pulled off imaginary long sleeved gloves the turned to face out of the door while she nudged the thin straps of her dress over her shoulders. She shot a coquettish glance over her shoulder and let it all fall to the floor revealing the reason for the lack of visible panty line: no panties. After a short pause she stepped out onto the sand.
The image burned itself onto Rob's brain. Long, slender, olive toned, legs stretched from her bare feet, over her toned calf muscles, past her thighs to her still firm and dimpled buttocks. Statuesque, definitely. Her spine curved up to her slender neck, topped off by the coquettish grin.
"Well come on boys, don't be coy. Get your kit off and let's go for a walk in the glorious moonlight." They stood reluctantly, and started to shed their clothes, without the elegance that the girls had achieved, and set off down the beach.
Peter and Jen soon got ahead as Rob and Flis started to fall behind, the moonlight catching the upturned curve of her mature, yet still pert, breasts and Rob struggling not to spend too much time looking. Truth to tell, the raunchy conversation and the proximity of this naked beauty were beginning to have a predictable effect on his cock.
"Shall we swim?"
"I'm not sure that's a good idea." Rob replied.
"Because of the effect cold water has on your dick?" It was at that point he realised that Flis knew a lot more about his relationship with Jen that she let on.
"I don't think getting an erection now, in front of your husband, is a particularly good idea."
"Oh I think it would be a great idea, really quite amusing! You see he's had a thing about Jen's tits for ages. Mine are quite petite by comparison and he can't wait to get an eye full, or a hand full if he's lucky! Actually it's not only her tits he lusts after either, her fuller figure has featured in many of his fantasies."
"Really? How do you know?"
"We often discuss fantasies. Sometimes when we are fucking, you know, just before he comes. It makes it more powerful somehow." Rob was suffering from information overload. Here was a beautiful, naked woman, he'd only just met, discussing what her husband talked about while he was cuming. His cock twitched.
