CHAPTER 3
Christina cleared the books from her table with one angry swipe, she was frustrated at her lack of concentration, her body demanded sex. God she had masterbated so many times that day she had lost count, she didn't know what Anita had done to her, but she would find out. She must have been given some sort of drug.
She looked at her watch, eight fifteen, maybe a quick workout at the gym, or a few lengths in the pool would get her back on track, she doubted it, but it was worth a try.
"Hey Christina," Alan smiled, looking up at the clock. "You're a late comer, and on a Sunday night."
Christina smiled, and lit up his night. "Restless, thought a bit of a workout might help settle me."
"Well the place is yours, there's not another person here. Kelly just left, and I'm just gonna tidy up a bit until ten."
Christina nodded. "Thanks, I promise not to get in your way."
"That could never happen," he smiled. He had watched her work out many times, like quite a few of the female members, she was a sight to behold, and with her hard body and fitness, he thought she'd be fantastic in bed.
She toyed with the weights, hit the treadmill for a bit, and skipped, nothing worked. She went to the change room and slipped into her speedo's, pulled her long hair back into a pony tail, and hit the pool. Alan was delighted. Some times she had chatted with him at the end of a session, her wet speedo's clinging to her body, hiding nothing. Stuck to her nipples, showing every dimple, her mound exaggerated and frequently just a showing of her slit, God she was such a sexy horny bitch, he thought, well they were alone tonight, was there a chance?
He changed into his own speedo's, like Christina's, they showed his assets, he was fairly well hung, probably about five inches, expanding to seven fully erect, enough to satisfy a lot of ladies he had found out, quite a few from the gym.
After locking the front door, he went to the far side of the pool and slipped into the water quietly, she didn't know he was there, until she stopped for a break, hoisting herself up onto the side of the pool. She watched him swim a couple of laps, then swim across and join her, her speedo's were clamped against her body like a second skin.
"Decide to join me?" she smiled.
"Too late for anyone else to come, and I swim every night," he told her, climbing from the pool and sitting beside her.
Christina realised she still had a problem, as she checked out his cock, and felt that surge down into her groin. It was the first time she had seen his body, and he was very nicely built, obviously, runninf a gym, he worked out, and in his speedo's, it was like seeing him nude.
She slipped back into the water. "I might do a few more laps."
He slipped into the water beside her. "Want me to pace you?"
"If you want," she smiled.
One down and back, and she realised she had done enough.
"Finished?" he smiled.
She nodded. "Yeah, I can't get into it tonight."
He took a chance. He reached over and slipped her shoulder straps down.
"What about a lap in the nude, I always swim in the nude."
At first she didn't reply, or resist, so he kept pulling her speedo's down.
"Actually I like swimming nude," she told him, unfazed, somehow she knew this was going to happen. "That's why I like Speedo's, they're like second skin."
He nodded. "Mmmmm, I know."
He pushed her speedo's off, down over her feet with his, then his own, she could see his partly erect cock through the water. They swam a little way, enjoying the flow of water over their skin, then he kissed her and grabbed her cunt. She responded, pushing it hard onto him and her tongue into his mouth, this was what she needed, something to satisfy her craving for sex.
He helped her from the pool, and fucked her on a poolside bench, then took into the lounge, for some real sex.
Christina melted as she felt his cock slid into her cunt. She wanted him to keep fucking her until it stopped feeling good, hopefully never.
Alan was absolutely delighted at having broken the ice with Christina. Several times he had been tempted, but something stopped him. He thought it was because she was such a hot looking babe, and would have a heap of guys in tow, he hated rejection.
After the first couple of times together, he realised she was on a mission with her studies, and let very little distract her, he also found out that she needed sex relief or she couldn't study.
Christina was also happy. Alan had told her Sunday nights were dead, people getting ready for work the following day, he assumed, was the cause.
"So my lovely," he smiled and squeezed her hand. "You are welcome to join me and swim nude every Sunday night. I can close early, around eight, eight thirty, and we can enjoy each other's company for a few hours, or whatever you want. The cleaners don't come in until after twelve, so we have the place to ourselves.
Christina smiled. "Thanks, sounds great."
She joined him the following Sunday night, for what she now called S & S, swim and sex, she then missed a couple of weeks, and saw him pretty frequently for a few weeks.
"I'm taking you out on Sunday," he told her.
She ran her finger down his stomach to his still half erect cock.
"I thought you had to work," she said.
"I'm taking a day off," he said. "The first time in a long time."
He told her to pack a lunch, a towel and sunscreen.
"Where are we going?" she smiled.
"Molly's Cove," he grinned. "Ever been there before?"
Molly's Cove, was the local nude beach.
She shook her head. "No, but I've always wanted to."
The road in was a few hundred metres long, through trees, and with paddocks each side. A sign announced the parking lot, and when they turned in, Christina was surprised to see nude people unpacking their beach gear from their cars. She had expected to see them in their swimming gear, and getting undressed on the beach. Not here, this was a true nudist venue. She followed Alan's lead, and when he stripped off, she did the same. They got their stuff and walked a few metres through the trees, onto the beach.
"Wow, this is fantastic," she grinned.
"We go up there," he pointed up the beach. "The oldies are this end, the families and couples go up further. We can sit down here, but our group are better up there."
She nodded, looking around, there were a lot of people there already. "Fine with me. Popular place."
"It's very hard to get a good spot, if you come after eleven," he said, taking her hand. "There are more nudists in this world than people think. It's about time our way of life was recognised."
They got a few waves and hello's as they walked along.
"I come here a fair bit, so know a few people," he said waving to couple. Christina looked at the attractive blonde, and wondered if Alan had fucked her. They had greeted him by name.
"So you're the real deal," she smiled at him. "You really are a bona fide nudist."
" Yeah, I am. We might as well sit here, if you're happy with that," he said.
"Yeah fine," she said, putting her bag down, and spreading out the rug they brought. This is a good spot, unless you want to get into some action, then we need to be further along, up there, or you can discretely voyeur."
"Action, voyeur?" Christina gave him a quizzical smile.
"If you go further along," he pointed up the beach, to where several couples were lounging on the sand. "Discrete sex is common, and sometimesnot so discrete. Later watch the strollers, most won't walk past that clump of bush. The hardcore voyeurs will walk on and have a look. I think the performers enjoy it, exhibitionists."
Christina thought back to her first big party night, she had got wasted and let some guy fuck her in front of a room full of students. It had turned her on, but the next day freaked her out, when she remembered what she had done. She was young and stupid, it wouldn't happen again, and at that time, she was determined it wouldn't.
"Well they say all nudists are exhibitionists," she said. "And I'd have to agree with that. I have to admit, I like being seen nude, it doesn't worry me."
"I suppose I do too," Alan admitted. "If I didn't, I look pretty stupid being on a nude beach, with a hundred others."
Christina completely relaxed, she felt at home. The sun was great, the water cool and refreshing when she got a bit hot, and the eye candy was very nice. She found it interesting, the different size and shapes of boobs and cocks. She noticed all the younger girls were clean shaven, or close to it, the older women, either trimmed or in full bush.
Alan was enjoying having the best babe on the beach, and Christina emerging from the water, it cascading down her body, over her boobs, dripping from her erect nipples, he knew from the cold water, was a sight to see. When she sat down, he rolled onto his side and rubbed her stomach, just above her pubic mound.
She squinted at him, her hand shielding her eyes. "You behave, we're in the wrong area for that."
His finger touched the top of her slit, he wanted to tease her. "Just playing, nothing serious."
Christina looked around, the two girls on their right, were lying on their backs, their eyes closed, enjoying the sun. The guy with his girl on their left, was reading a copy of Penthouse, the hardcore X rated edition, that came with the DVD of an X rated movie, and other stuff. She wondered if he'd get hard, reading that. Bob Guccione publisher of Penthouse, was into everything about sex, and although she hadn't seen any of it, she had been told, some editions had the Pamela Anderson sex tape, totally uncut. The first edition of the subscriber only mag, had a special feature of Angelina Jolie fucking Brad Pitt, before they became an item. Those pictures had brought fifty grand, It was now a collectors edition. The guys girlfriend or wife, was like the other two girls, enjoying the sun, eyes closed. She guessed a little fun was okay. She opened her legs slightly, and enjoyed Alan's finger running down her slit.
Of course it was only a matter of a few minutes, before he went a little further, his finger parting her pussy lips, and in another minute, his finger found her clit. Christina let out a small moan.
"You said a tease," she said in a whisper.
"That's all this is," he said, knowing it would end up more.
