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!"Â 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".