At the end of part 1, Christine and Megan had just joined the rest of us nudists and bared their beautiful, naked bodies for the first time. Myself, my wife Keiko, and our college-bound daughter, Melody, often take our 40-foot boat down to the Florida Keys from our waterfront home in Miami. The three of us are devoted nudists, who also push the limits of exhibitionism. We also enjoy introducing friends to the nudist/exhibitionist life. On this week-long trip, our guests are Christine and Megan, two striking ladies in their twenties. This story continues with their adventure on the S.S. Happy Place.
We pick up the scene from part 1. It was the early morning following our arrival the previous night. The timid Christine had just joined the rest of us, who were already nude, in the galley for breakfast. The story continues mere seconds after she had emerged from hiding, and for the first time, flashed her fully-naked body for us.
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WOW... is all I could mutter about Christine, once my eyes popped back into my head.
I had worked with this Eurasian beauty over the last few years on various projects and always longed to see what kind of body she was hiding under those baggy clothes. I was deliriously surprised. Christine was more breathtaking than I ever imagined, and I had imagined quite a bit.
Declaring her newfound freedom with a big "Ta-Da", she stood on display for us with arms outstretched wide and hips cocked in rebellion. The expressions washing over her face were priceless. First of defiance at Melody's dare to stand up from behind the counter, then of terror at realizing she's actually standing naked in front of people she barely knew, then of a brief conciliatory acceptance that the hard part is now over, and finally a wry smile of wicked amusement at being the center of attention.
Her hourglass figure was perfectly proportioned, kept from any hint of aging by her taught and smooth Asian skin. Faint tanlines from a bikini revealed that her golden skin was natural. Her long black hair dramatically framed her provocatively-perfect, oval-shaped face, then continued down, tenderly draping her shoulders, and then gently ending its caress with a wispy kiss of her cleavage.
Her fine Asian hair glistened in the rays of the morning sun and gently flowed like feathers on the breeze. Her cat-like eyes, pouty lips and warming smile stopped all mankind in their tracks. I was so glad she agreed to come along.
As for the interesting parts, they were more spectacular than I had ever imagined. On every previous meeting, she always seemed to be wearing a sports bra or tight tank under a loose top. I could only guess she sported somewhat average B-cups, if that. Boy, was I surprised... or rather blown-away at what popped out from behind her clutched arms. They were perfectly-shaped and very big. Probably at least large C-cups, although more likely D-cups. They stood proud and firm, with slight splaying out to the side.
The sumptuously circular undersides gently continued curving around to seamlessly merge into her deltoid shoulder muscle. This continuous line — beginning from a girl's cleavage, outlining her boobs and then smoothly continuing up her side to finally crease her bicep — was one of my all-time favorite attributes a woman could have. It just drives me nuts, and Christine's got it.
I was so enthralled by her curving bustline, I had to mentally tear myself away to explore the rest, lest my gawk time expire and she sits back down behind the counter. She had the entire room's attention though. The other three girls were staring as intently as I was. I'd no doubt be hearing prangs of jealousy throughout the rest of the trip.
Steeling away from the still-hypnotic outline of Christine's curvaceous boobs, I finally chanced a detailed look at her love-buttons, crowned atop those works of artistic mammary perfection. They were delicately perfect, of course. As if I would've expected anything less than perfection by now.
Her areolas were perfectly round, and slightly puckered by this time. No doubt responding to the erotic excitement of the situation, standing naked for inspection. Their silver-dollar size was in perfect proportion to the globes they crowned. Her nipples appeared almost flush with her areolas, surprising, given her state of relative fear combined with erotic stimulation. From my own research, most women admitted their nipples became quite engorged in a situation as this.
I sure hoped Christine's own nipples would rise to the occasion when called upon. I vowed to investigate this further during the next few days... wink, wink!
Sensing she would sit back down any second, I quickly dropped my alluring gaze down south. This entire time, my peripheral vision registered the existence of some hair, but I neither detected a full forest, nor lack of any. Once my gaze arrived at its target, as you will the culmination of my torrid examination, I swear my dick was at full erection once again. Wow, this girl just doesn't seem to disappoint, does she?
My attention glued, the untanned skin from her bikini beautifully presented her dark pubic hair in striking silhouette, as if it was artistically adorned for display in a museum. Now that would be my kind of museum.
Christine held her legs tightly together as she stood, probably more from a comfort standpoint than any lingering modesty. But as typically demonstrated by just about every other female guest we've had, their first naked strip is one thing. It usually takes another couple days nude before they release their vice-gripped legs. I'm sure Christine will follow the same track.
Therefore, my view of Christine's crotch was limited, but I could still admire the view. It didn't appear she trimmed the top or upper sides at all, it wasn't needed. Wisps of hair flowed from the edges toward the center, smoothly forming a liberal covering, yet still seemingly malleable. For if my previous deductions were correct, the trend would no doubt continue lower, generously covering her womanhood. I'll explain.
