INTRODUCTION / THE TRIP OUT
My best friend Alison and I had both been working incredibly hard, and it had been difficult for us to have any 'quality time' together. Such are the rigors of life in our hard driving corporate careers; she was in advertising and I was doing financial analysis for a big west coast bank. We found ourselves penciling each other into our oversubscribed calendars. The last time we'd done anything away from town together was about 3 years ago. Unbelievable. So here we were on a Friday. We'd left town early and were sitting in my car, driving to the desert to her parents' desert vacation home. We'd both been there many times since childhood, and we agreed that we couldn't wait to just do nothing for a whole weekend in a nice, warm, remote place. I was jealous of her because she could always get away to this place. Even in the winter, when it was really cold, she'd go to get away from things. She really loved it out there, and I certainly understood!
As the two-hour drive progressed, we got updated about everything: work, hobbies and our relatively non-existent love lives. I was always I guess luckier in love. I'd had a boyfriend until a couple of months prior but Ali hadn't been with anyone for a while. Not because she's not beautiful. Guys were always after her, but she never seemed interested in engaging. And probably for good reason; most of those guys were schmucks. There was a pregnant pause in our conversation and then Alison kind of got serious and quiet. Then she asked:
"Elle, do you remember when I told you that, when I go to the desert house alone for the weekend, I like to just hang out in the nude for the whole weekend?"
"Yeah, definitely," I said.
"Would you care if I were nude this weekend," she asked, and then breaking into a little chuckle, "except of course when or if we go out?"
I laughed too and then said, "Of course not. I never forgot you telling me about how you like to do that. I think it's great and you know I've seen you nude before. So it's ok by me. Besides, it's your house."
We both giggled and she said, "I really appreciate it. I know it's kind of a funny request."
To that I responded, "Not for best friends" and smiled at her.
When we arrived at the house, its was not too hot, somewhere in the mid to upper 80s. Perfect for sitting by the pool and soaking in some rays. I couldn't wait. We clamored out of the car, grabbed our over-packed bags and keyed into the place. The house is set on a large plot of land and there's no one around for miles. I could understand why Ali never had any concerns about being nude all the time. It's very private. It is in concept a ranch house, but completely modern. All the amenities, lots of big windows looking out on the desert foliage, great skylights, cushy chairs and sofas.
The house wraps around the pool deck in a "u" shape so you can see into the pool area from virtually anywhere in the house. The living room, just within the entrance, is sunken and adjacent to it is an open kitchen and dining area, essentially part of the same main room. There is a separate bunk loft house on one side of the pool area. I remember staying in there when we were young. Alison and I would stay up all night telling stories and joking around. We'd also play touching games naked, which I learned later was pretty typical for young girls.
We went around the house and opened all the windows and sliding doors to let the breeze come through the house. It was a beautiful, warm day. We reconvened in the living and both said in unison, "Sit by the pool?" We belly laughed and said "Yeah!" once again in unison. Our friendship was like that; we'd be thinking and saying the same things all the time.
"I'm going to go change into my suit," I said.
Ali said with a grin, "Well, you know what I'm going to be wearing."
I flashed a smile at her over my shoulder and walked in to my room, and she departed to hers. I picked out my sexiest but also my most comfortable suit--a black two piece that was fairly high cut for the times. I know it wasn't hip, but i loved how it looked and felt. So what the hell! Fashion be damned!
POOLSIDE
I grabbed a towel and went out to the courtyard, sun lotion in hand. Ali still hadn't come out. I sat on the edge of the chaise lounge and started applying lotion to myself. It was a hot day, but it felt so relaxing to be in the sun and have just nothing to do. I looked up and saw Ali. She was completely nude, except she was wearing a beautiful waist chain with dolphins on it. Her dark pubic hair was nicely groomed into a vertical strip. I'd always thought she had a great body, but I could tell she'd been working out...she looked great and had a great all-over tan.
"Are you sure you don't mind this?" she asked.
I came back quickly, "Of course not. You look great. I like that belly chain. It's a nice touch."
"Well I never told you this part, but a part of having these nude weekends I have is sort of 'dressing up' for different times of day." She looked a little sheepish and embarrassed as she told me this.
"That's sounds nice. So does that mean if we eat in tonight, you'll 'wear' something to dinner?" I asked.
"Yeah. Something."
"Like what?" I asked
"I don't know yet. I brought some things to wear. We'll see," she said, seeming a little shy now that she'd brought this all up.
"Ok. I'll look forward to that," I said, smiling at her.
While Alison put suntan lotion all over herself, we talked and caught up some more. She told me about some more work bullshit she'd been going through. Ugh, I thought. What a nightmare. We lazily sat by the pool, occasionally taking a dip together and then coming back out to let the water bake away. Ali got up to get us drinks a couple of times. As she walked away, completely nude, I thought to myself, "How can it be that she doesn't have a boyfriend?" Two hours later, we were pretty fried, and it was getting later in the afternoon. I got up and told Ali I was going inside. She decided to stay out and catch a few more rays.
POST BAKE
I put on some shorts and a tank top and Ali came in, towel in hand. Her tan had progressed significantly.
"Mmmm that was nice," she said while stretching and yawning a bit.
We both flopped on the couch and just laid there, watching mindless TV. Ali had her legs up so I had a really clear side view of her thighs. I could see her pussy. I could have sworn it was glistening a little bit. Her nipples were somewhat hard. It was a little strange sitting with this beautiful nude woman. I'm sure in some way she wanted me to be more naked rather than less, but I just didn't feel like it. I liked, though, that she felt so comfortable being nude around me--that it was such a natural state for her. I kind of found it exciting in a way, in a voyeuristic way.
In a moment of silence, Ali caught me a little off guard and said, "Elle, I am really, really horny, so I think I'm going to go to my room and masturbate."
I was startled, but I was intrigued. "Really!?" I exclaimed. "I guess hanging out in the nude makes you that way, huh?!"
"Yeah. Pretty much. I guess I never really said it because I was too embarassed, but obviously when I spend the weekend here alone nude, I masturbate a lot. I like to take a really long time and stay aroused like all day." She paused. "I'm sorry if this is making you uncomfortable." She was sitting there now with her legs crossed and one arm across her breasts and holding her shoulder, seeming a little shy all of a sudden.
"Ali, no way am I uncomfortable. You know I love you and whatever it is that makes you you! I'm glad you are being so honest and candid with me. Nobody is ever so candid, even with their friends! So I really like it and it's no problem." I was on a soapbox almost.
She looked a little more comfortable herself now, and my curiosity was piqued.
I wanted to know: "So when you have these marathon masturbation sessions, what do you do?"
She was clearly surprised I was asking her this. I could see her warming up and she sort of bit her lip and then spoke.
"Well--shit I am SO embarrassed telling you this--well, I stay nude all day and evening and I'll dress up, like I told you, for different times of the day."
"And?"
"I might masturbate with a dildo. Of course I brought a couple with me this weekend. Sometimes I'll rent a porn movie from that place over in the plaza where the market is. Sometimes I'll buy a magazine and masturbate to that. I'll just roam around the house and outside and caress myself."
It was exciting hearing her story. I was getting a little wet myself.
"So what kind of magazines do you buy?" I asked
"Stuff like Playboy or Penthouse or even the harder stuff like Cheri or Hustler," she responded sheepishly.
"So, wait, are you a lesbian?" I asked, wondering if her choice of magazines was a sign.
"No!" she blurted. "No way. I really like guys. I fantasize about guys and scenarios with them, but also sometimes about women. I think women are really beautiful, but I really don't want to have a relationship with a woman. I thought maybe I was gay because I'm so resistant to the advances of guys, but I know I really want a guy and guys DO make me horny, believe me. But women are nice to look at and I sort of relate to them showing themselves in those magazines or in movies. I guess just like I am now, to you."
"Ah." I said.
"You think I'm weird." She said, a little plaintively.
"Not at all. I was just curious. I want to understand you, not judge you." I said. And I really meant it. "I think what you are describing is beautiful, just like you are. And you're really courageous telling me this stuff. Later, I'll tell you how I masturbate so we're even. No secrets."
"I'd like that," she said. She was perhaps unaware that she had begun caressing one of her legs.
It was getting closer to dinnertime and in the middle of chatting, I said to her "Are you hungry?"
She said, "Yeah, definitely."
I said, "Why don't I go to the store to get some stuff to make something?"
She said, "You don't have to do that. We can go out if you want to." The nearest development with restaurants was about 15 minutes away, along with the nearest market.
"But you need to masturbate. I don't want you to be frustrated," I responded.
"I can do it later. It's ok," Ali said.
