This is the 4th and last part of the series at the naked resort. Please read the other 3 parts in correct order first, to fully understand and enjoy the evolution I underwent as a person during my stay.
Late afternoon, riding naked on our bike in the big Croatian naked resort. For a change I was wearing a short sarong, mainly for practical reasons: beside giving some color it was nicer for me not to sit directly on the sticky leather saddle of the bike.
We were never at the Marina so we decided to have a look. We did not expect to find such beautiful boats in a private Marina in this naked resort, so that's a new dream: a holiday naked on a boat and on top of it combining with a place where you don't need to put clothes on when you go on land.
Christian is a big fan of boats and has his own boating license. He wanted to check if there was a possibility to rent a boat to have a little sea-trip. We locked up our bikes and went to the office.
Before entering I was making sure the knot of my little sarong is nicely in the middle for good exposure of my fresh shaved pussy. We didn't do all that effort to make her smooth and then hide her; she deserved all the attention she could get!
The guys in the office, responsible for the marina were also staff wearing uniforms while we were naked talking to them.
Christian was leading the conversation, I was listening but the guys only seemed to have eyes for me. They were more looking down between my legs than hearing what Christian was asking.
It was stronger than myself but all my mind could think of was "would they fancy me? Would they find my bald pussy sexy?" While thinking like that I felt my nipples becoming hard again, or was it because of the strong aircon blowing? Was I becoming a pervert now?
They said they would check for us but it took them like ages! Unsurprisingly, one guy did the checking and the others were just doing nothing and watching me, even trying to put up a conversation with me in broken English.
Christian was with the guy who was checking. They were both with their backs towards me, looking at a big computer screen and I was face to face with the others.
I pretended to listen and acted, carelessly that my sarong was bothering me. I opened the knot in front of the guys and took it off, revealing myself to them intentionally. I folded it, went to the bag, hanging over Christians shoulder with our towels we always carry and put it away. I felt glorious, so nude in front of these uniformed men in an office!
As usual I had my little hat and sunglasses and heeled sandals left as the only things I wanted to wear. In their local language I heard them say a few things while they had a big grin on their face. I imagined it was not about politics. I just smiled, went back to the bag to take some sun tan lotion to make useful use of time. Went back to face the guys and started pouring tan oil, first over my arms.
I noticed the coconut oil had a strong smell, probably more intense now that I brought it on me inside an office and not in the open air. I kindly asked them if that was ok and I was not surprised their body language with hands told me to go on. Then my belly and of course my tits caressing them nonchalantly with some more oil.
I watched them and I saw they enjoyed the scene. When I started to do my legs I stood with my feet apart so it would be easier to do the inside of my thighs. I was thinking about turning myself around and bent over to expose myself from behind to them but I didn't dare. Meanwhile I was doing my shoulders and made efforts to do my back. Just when I was thinking I had to wait until Christian was free, one of the guys offered to help me out.
"Oh! That is so kind of you!" and I gave him the bottle and turned myself around.
He overflowed the back of my shoulders and my back and started massaging the oil in my skin with his big hands. Christian heard something was going on and quickly looked at me over his shoulder. I showed a thumbs up to reassure him. I was looking outside the window at the boats while I was enjoying the hands of this stranger running over my back and shoulders.
His hands were doing a great job. I felt my boobs wobble in the same rhythm his hands were smearing away the oil over my back. Suddenly I saw a flash reflecting in the window. I turned around and it was the cam of a phone of one of the colleagues that flashed automatically to compensate the bright sunlight outside.
"Naughty boy!" I heard myself saying but I didn't care and turned back facing the window and motioned the guy to continue.
That coconut oil is very liquid and when he poured another big flow, I felt it running between my butt slit! I urged him to catch it and knew he could not do that without touching my arse. When he felt I was not opposing he started to massage the oil over and around my buttocks.
My nipples got even harder now and my bald pussy was getting wet. I had goosebumps all over, an effect of excitement and aircon! I spread my legs and arched my back while I lifted my arse. Not too much but enough to show off my girly labia from behind.
The guy was taking advantage of the situation and did the back of my legs, up and down, touching "accidentally" slightly my outside pussy lips more than a few times.
Again a mix of feelings run through my body. Mostly excitement, a little bit of shyness and wild fantasies of that guy finger fucking me wile Christian is watching and the unmissable imagination of having sex with a young guy.
I pretended to feel anything inappropriate, because it was just too enjoyable. I looked next to me to Christian, who was apparently very comfortable about it. He was still checking the list of dates, time and availability for a boat with the head of the office and did not really see what was going on.
The guy's hand went back over my butt to give me a last short swipe between the cheeks of my arse and gave me back the bottle that was almost empty. I felt sorry he finished. He must have felt I liked it. Maybe he didn't dare to continue, afraid of offending Christian or getting in trouble with his boss.
Anyways, in the meantime my tanned body was shining now and when I turned around back to face the guys I was just in time to see them slide their phones in their pockets. I think another nice collection was made, who knows, even a video of a guy massaging my naked butt and I had to admit, being on the screen of a pair of strangers' phones turned me on.
I tried to discover bulges in their pants but the oversized dark trousers didn't reveal a lot.
Finally Christian had the information he needed. I thanked my masseur and we left the office.
"I noticed you made fruitful use of the time?" Christian remarked.
Did I hear some jealous tone in Christians voice?
"Yes, you were taking such a long time and I hope you get your boat".
Christian explained that it was very complicated, with his license not really official here etc etc. Only way is to join others eventually and for that he got a list with some opportunities to sail one of the coming days.
"What did you talk about with those guys?" he asked me.
"Nothing important, their English was not so fluent but that one guy was good at massaging tan oil on my back, now you don't need to do it in the next few hours and so you are released from this heavy duty!"
"Oh yes, I saw, guess I need to thank him! Btw, I also saw that your sarong did not survive? Is it easier to tease guys without?"
"Definitely! Especially now that I am bold down there - such a good idea you gave - I really feel more exposed and sexy and to be honest it's difficult not to touch myself when it's obvious they are looking at me with eyes full of lust".
"Hmm if you feel safe about it I think you can do it. Maybe you should limit to the occasions I am with you."
I agreed, when the guy came wanking near our camper I let myself go, but only because Christian was there and clearly approved.
I didn't say anything about my arousal, caused by the massage, that had still an ongoing effect on me. Christian was already used to my "exposing behavior" and let me enjoy whenever I can. He knows by now, I also do not let go of any chance when I am alone to tease men and for him it was only that what I did: teasing. As long as I tell him I know it's fun for him too.
After strolling and watching the nice small yachts with the naked sea-captains and their female sailors, we continued our way with the bicycles...
You cannot imagine how exciting it is to enjoy the ride proudly sitting straight up, boobs pointing in the direction. This time we ended up at the other side of the resort, we were curious to see how the spots for campers were organized because it was further up a hill and a big part of it was hidden under trees.
We saw they had a very nice view from up there but realized our spot was better since we were close to the sea and beach with a lot of space around us and not many neighbors. When we arrived at the end of the right side of the resort there was a piece of more wild nature with rocks and trees. We saw a path leading into that area like going to nowhere.
We looked at each other and knew we were thinking the same: would we find a good spot out there to have some nice sex in the open air with sea-view? We put our lock on the bikes and started to follow the path.
In some places we really needed to be careful because it was steep, sometimes up, sometimes down.
Suddenly we came from under the trees and arrived at a more open spot along with at our back the rocks going up like a wall and in front of us the sea, about 8 meters below us. There was a nice ridge and more than enough space to put our towels, the only textile we always have with us if you don't count my mini sarong.
I pointed at a nice place and we had to go down and forward a little more and then we saw we were not alone!
At the end of the ridge, close to the wall there was another couple already installed there. What now? I looked at my boyfriend and I could bet he would not care about them and I was right... he started to put the towels down as if there was nothing to worry about.
