Flesh 4 Fantasy

I'm naked. Standing naked in the middle of a field. There are people all around. I wonder whether they're naked too, but they're mostly just blurs. Can they see me?

"Of course they can!" Mel is next to me suddenly. She's naked too, but that's no surprise. She's smiling. "Babes, everyone's naked here."

"Why?" I want to ask, but nothing comes out.

She answers even so. "Because that's what we do here. It's all natural. Don't you like being naked?" She pouts. "Don't you like seeing me naked?"

Of course I like seeing her naked. Watching her firm arse bounce when she walks. Seeing the taut caramel skin of her boobs, with the veins showing through around her nipples. Running my fingers through the short dark curls below her stomach, feeling her warmth below...

"See?" She's smiling now. Her hand is on my cock. It's hard, burning like fire, but her fingers are cool. "Imagine the fun we can have. You and me, and all these people watching."

The people are closer, I realise, all crowding round. They're leering at Mel, and I don't like that. They're laughing at my cock, and I don't like that either. Then they're all women, naked and hot, and I really don't like that because I love Mel, and I'm still feeling guilty about that time I was ogling her friend, despite what happened, and now Mel's hand is gripping my cock like a vice, and there's an angry look on her face--

I woke from a black emptiness with a start. I was sweating in the early summer's heat, and the sheets clung to my legs like a damp shower curtain. Then the memory of my dream returned, and I realised my cock was still hard.

Beside me Mel was making soft noises in her sleep. My mind was still full of the vision of her naked body, my hand between her legs and hers on my cock. A quick glance at my phone told me I still had twenty minutes before the alarm. The strangeness of my dream -- embarrassment, jealousy, arousal all combined -- was still on me, and I could think of only one way to banish it.

I rolled onto my side and pressed up against her. She was naked beneath the sheets, and managed to pull it off with much more elegance than I did. Gliding my fingers along her hips, I brushed my lips against her shoulder. Her breathing halted, then began again. After a moment she sighed and settled against me.

"Morning," I whispered. Getting only a grunt in reply I continued to stroke and kiss her. My cock wasn't as subtle, though, and tried to force its way between her legs.

Dammit, I'm on the clock!

I had to break out the big guns.

"You want to know what I dreamt?"

"Probably exactly the same thing as you're doing now." There was the hint of a smile in her voice though.

"I dreamt we were at a campsite, naked, surrounded by people."

"Did you now?" This caught her interest, like I knew it would. Part of me felt despicable for manipulating her -- manipulating myself, in fact -- but I decided the end justified the means. And I wasn't lying.

"I was playing with you, and then everyone was crowding around us, and you grabbed my cock--"

"Like this?" She lifted a leg and reached down to pull me between her thighs.

"Well, we were standing, but don't let that stop you."

She didn't. "And everyone was watching us, you say?"

"Watching you, mostly." Well, who wouldn't rather watch her than me? I reached round her waist and ran my fingers between the hairs. "I was playing with you like this, and you rubbed my cock against yourself like--"

"Like this?"

I managed to suppress a whimper. "Like that."

"And everyone could see?"

"It felt like the whole world was watching."

Her slickness was on my fingers and coating the head of my cock. She angled her hips and guided me towards her entrance. "How... many... people?"

"The whole campsite. It felt like dozens of people, all crowding round. They were naked too, suddenly, and--"

"Were you hard?" She pressed herself onto me with a soft moan. "As hard as you are now?"

"So hard. And you were gasping in my arms." Her button was swollen and hard under my fingers. She gasped and I began to thrust away.

"Not long now, babes." For a moment I was surprised -- this was fast even for Mel -- before I realised she was talking about our upcoming trip. "You and me. Outside, naked." Her breathing was ragged. "Where everyone... can see us. It's going to... going to... to be so HOT!"

She went stiff, shuddered, then let out a moan. I held still for a moment, letting her come down, then thrust at her as hard as I could. I moved my hand up to cup her boob and play with her nipple.

Still breathing hard, she pushed back. She seized my hand and brought it up to her face. I yelped as she bit a finger. The pain was stimulating and I stabbed my hips forward. She gasped and sucked my finger into her mouth, running her tongue over the sore tip.

I buried my face in her curls, grunting. She let my finger slip out of her mouth and turned her face towards mine. Her tongue snaked out, I met it with mine, our lips locked. My hand found her nipple again and I pinched it, pulled it, pinched it.

Our breathing was ragged, in each other's mouth. I forced my other arm beneath her, between her body and the mattress, and grabbed her other boob. Then I leaned back and concentrated on fucking her.

The bedroom filled with the sounds of our thighs slapping together, her gasps, my grunts, the soft wet noises from between her legs. The sheet came loose and tangled around my ankle. I tried kicking it away, but after two attempts I gave up. There were more important things to concentrate on.

An electric shock deep inside me told me my orgasm was on its way. I tried to hold it back, but the feel of Mel's round arse pressed against my stomach, her firm boobs in my hands, her soft cheek and hot breath on my arm made that impossible.

The bolt of electricity built up, gathering force, waiting to explode. I let it grow, feeling my thrusts become ragged as it took over my body. Then my cock was swelling up inside Mel's pussy, and she gave a whimper, and I pressed forward hard and released the fire inside me, sent it into her with thrust after thrust, until I was empty and weak, and we shuddered to a halt, trying to breathe.

The alarm clock brought us back to reality, just as I was dozing off. We both started and cursed, until Mel managed to reach out and switch off the annoying sound. With the room silent once more she turned round to face me. She was smiling -- a smile that came from deep within.

"So you're looking forward to our camping trip then, are you?"

===

I had time to ponder the matter on my way to work. The truth -- the real truth, not the half-truth that I'd given as a reply -- was that I was a bit nervous. More than a bit, in fact. The word "trepidation" seemed to come closest to describing how I felt.

The camping trip, as Mel insisted on calling it, was actually a long weekend away at a nudist resort. No tents, she promised me. It was all very classy, with individual chalets dotted over a large wooded area. The ideal combination of being naked and being private, she said.

It wasn't that I was embarrassed about nudity. Mel had managed to chisel away at my inhibitions in the months we'd been together. But I'd never derive the same thrill from it that she did. It wasn't a sexual turn-on for me to know that people could see me naked. It probably wasn't much of a turn-on for them either.

What worried me was getting caught in compromising situations. Not just with Mel -- it was almost a given that she'd be wanting to fuck somewhere in those woods -- but without her. I didn't want to be the weirdo walking around with a hard cock just because he saw a naked woman.

And I didn't want to be tempted to spy on anyone. Watching was always more of a thrill to me than being watched. That was probably why Mel and I worked so well together. She enjoyed showing off, and I enjoyed looking.

Only the other day she'd flashed her boobs at me in the supermarket. I was doing groceries by myself, and she followed me. When I was in the quiet aisle by the kitchen towel and the tissues she'd appeared before me suddenly and lifted her T-shirt.

We left the place without the shopping and had sex in the hall of her flat, fucking up against the front door.

Just the memory of it made the walk into the office awkward. I had my laptop case angled across my body to hide the bulge in my trousers. I was management now, and that meant wearing a suit every day. Mel liked that, but just now I'd have preferred something that restricted the movements of my cock a bit more.

My promotion was recent enough that I was a bit relieved to be the first of my team to arrive. Besides the situation with my trousers, I'd have felt uncomfortable walking down the corridor to my office with everyone's eyes on me. As it was, I managed to have myself all adjusted before the rest trickled in.

Most of the team seemed unconcerned to have me as their new boss. Toby greeted me with a wave, Cilla and Yanni popped their heads into my office to say good morning, and Sasha stopped for a quick chat when they dropped off a stack of papers.

The only one who wasn't happy was Linda. Then again, she thought she should have had the job -- she'd even expected to get it. I tried to treat her exactly like everyone else, but she made no effort to hide her resentment.

The sour frown had become etched onto her face. It was a shame, because without it she was a good-looking woman, a handful of years older than me.

Alright, seven years and two months. I'd used my new situation as team manager as an excuse to read everyone's file carefully. Recognising my tendency to snoop, I'd made a firm promise to myself to stay out of them after that, privacy being a big thing and all. So I made sure to remember all the details.

She stalked into my office now. "Sir," she declared, venom lurking just below the surface, "I need to take the afternoon off."

I'd been waiting for something like this. HR had given me a few pointers on how to adjust to my new role, and dealing with people who a week earlier had been my team mates. "If there's anyone on your team who's... less happy, shall we say, about the situation, they'll test you. They'll try to make it clear that you have no authority over them."

Take refuge in the rules. That's what Justin from HR had told me.

I put an apologetic look on my face. "Sorry Linda, you know the rules. You can't apply for leave on such short notice. We have a planning."

She folded her arms across her blazer and glared at me. "My husband is taking me away for the weekend. I have to leave early to pack so we can leave on time. Sir."

I rose and walked around my desk to stand before her. She was shorter than me, her trim figure almost trembling with energy. "Jes and Alex don't work on Fridays, so we're already two people down. And you're late with your Fur Tree report as it is. Sorry, Linda, but the answer is no."

She opened her mouth to protest, but I cut her off. "No."

Without another word she turned and stalked out. I was trembling myself now, I realised. My first showdown as a boss, and I seemed to have won. Thank you, Justin from HR. Still, I knew this wasn't over.

Linda's mood affected the team for the rest of the day, casting a sullen cloud over our corridor. Even the intern from Legal who brought some signed paperwork felt it. She looked around nervously as she handed me the file, gave me a worried smile and left.

I sighed to myself. This was bad for the team, and that reflected poorly on me. Something would have to be done about Linda.

As soon as the clock turned five she was off, not bothering to say goodbye to anyone and ignoring Cilla's cheerful call for her to have a great weekend. It took less than five minutes for the chatter to start, quietly at first, then out loud.

We found ourselves all gathered around the coffee machine discussing our plans for the weekend. When I mentioned that Mel and I were going away -- without saying anything about nudist resorts, of course -- Sasha brought the conversation round to Linda.

"She's been having some relationship issues. Her and Matt were going to celebrate her promotion this weekend, but... well, you know." They gave me a rueful grin. "She was going to cancel their plans, but I told her they should go anyway. I thought she'd already arranged it with you."

I couldn't help feeling bad as I left the office. Even though Linda had been shitty to me, even before my promotion, her marriage shouldn't have to suffer. And then I became annoyed, because she'd screwed up and tried to make it my problem. I shouldn't feel guilty for doing my job.

Mel and I had agreed that she'd drive up to the resort ahead of me with the bags, and I'd head over there straight out of the office. It was a long train journey after a full day's work. As we made our way further into the countryside the compartment emptied, and I distracted myself for an hour by listening in on my fellow travellers' conversations. The situation with Linda retreated to the back of my mind, and I managed to force my shoulders to relax. I still wasn't too certain about the weekend ahead, but I figured that I should be alright at least until tomorrow.

A taxi took me from the station to the resort with the sun turning red in the west. I wondered whether they expected me to strip off at the front desk and walk to our chalet naked. To my relief, though, the middle-aged couple at Reception were both dressed and both friendly.

Mel was there to meet me, too, with her dark green kimono wrapped around her. Happiness at seeing her, and at her appearance, coupled with the relief to sweep aside any remaining doubts I had for our weekend.

She greeted me with a grin and a kiss, and as soon as the formalities were complete she grabbed my hand and drew me outside. "Come on, babes, I can't wait to show you our shag pad." Mr and Mrs Reception were still close enough to overhear through the open door.

It was strange walking along the shadowed path between the trees, me in my suit and Mel with just that flimsy layer of silk to keep my eyes off her bare skin. The warm air was heavy with the perfume of pine needles and resin. Overhead birds were chattering loudly, quite possibly commenting on the odd couple making their way hand in hand through their woods.

Mel kept up a stream of chatter of her own. It was clear that she could barely contain her excitement. It was infectious, and I pushed aside my worries about voyeuristic tendencies and bitchy colleagues. It was a good place to be, and there was no-one I'd rather be with than Mel.

Our chalet, when we arrived, proved to be a high-roofed affair set in a dip in the ground, with trees all around. I could make out the other houses dotted around, but all at a discreet distance and with plenty of tall pines in between.

We had a porch and a small grassy area to ourselves, with a kitchen and bathroom downstairs and a bedroom upstairs. "That path leads down to a stream," Mel told me, pointing to the far end of the lawn. "I think there's only a handful of other guests at the moment."

She casually shrugged out of the kimono as she led me inside. I almost tripped over the doorstep as her naked arse came into view, all brown and shapely, with the hint of a promise showing between her thighs.

I recovered my balance, but she'd heard and turned round with another of her grins. "What's the matter, babes? You like our home away from home?"

"You know what's the matter," I growled theatrically. Tossing my briefcase onto one of the chairs I dropped to my knees behind her and seized her arse. She gave a squeal, but spread her legs willingly as I pressed my face between her cheeks.

Beneath the faint smell of soap I caught the scent that was pure Mel, warm and sweet and heady. I kissed the back of her thighs and ran my tongue up and down, then I turned around and slid between her legs.

She was looking down at me, past the swell of her breasts, the soft feminine roundness of her stomach, the curly hairs on her mound. "I thought you'd want to eat as soon as you arrived."

"I do." Now it was my turn to grin. With my eyes still firmly on hers I planted my mouth on her lips and ran my tongue between them. Her curls tickled at my nose.

"Careful," she said with a gasp. "You'll spoil your appetite."

That almost made me laugh, and I grabbed her arse cheeks with my hands to steady myself. Her aroma filled my nostrils. I once read that scent goes a long way towards determining a couple's compatibility, and the scent of their genitals more than anything. Well, if it was true, that might explain why I loved Mel so much.

I squeezed at her arse while I flicked at her button with my tongue. Her hands rested heavily on my head, fingers tangled in my hair. Even between her thighs I could hear her moans.

She rose onto her toes, as if she was trying to escape my tongue. I pulled her down firmly though, never stopping my onslaught. Her legs trembled, and I slid my hands down her arse. One finger slipped between her cheeks, glided up and down. "Cheat," she murmured, but she spread her legs even wider.

My fingertip found her hole and stroked it gently. She pulled away, then pressed down. I wasn't going to let her have it that easily, though, and I continued to tease her, finger and tongue working in unison, front and back, flicking and stroking.

I could feel her climax building up inside her. Her muscles tensed and untensed, and her breath was choked. Under my tongue, her clit swelled up until it felt like a Toblerone alp. Now I let my finger probe at her arse, forcing its way inside as I sucked hard on her button.

The dam burst with a loud wail. She ground herself down, onto my face, onto my finger. I continued to suck, to fuck her with my fingertip, while shockwave after shockwave surged through her body.

Slowly her clit softened, and I eased up, letting her come down gently before pulling away. I looked up at her. Her breasts were heaving magnificently, and her head was thrown back. Making sure she was steady on her feet, I clambered up and put my arms around her.

She leaned her face against my chest. "That was... unexpected..." She was still gasping. I brought one hand up to her chin and tilted her face towards mine. We kissed, slow, hard, hot. I knew she could taste herself on my lips and tongue. Her breath was warm and shallow in my mouth. I felt my cock pressed between our thighs. At least now I didn't have to worry about how it looked in my trousers.

===

Mel prepared a salad while I showered, and we met outside on the lawn for a picnic-style dinner. She'd packed some miniature pork pies, and those bite-sized honey and mustard sausages that we both liked, and we sipped a surprisingly good unoaked chardonnay.

"Well babes," she asked as we brushed away the last few crumbs, "what do you think of your first experience with nudism?"

I looked around. The sun was half-hidden by the treetops, and the warm air was full of birdsong and the scent of pines. Mel's body was as enticing as ever, her breasts jiggling gently with every movement. I reached out and touched her thigh.

"I could get used to this." Still, inside I wasn't entirely at ease. For now it was as if there was no-one else in the world besides us, that this was our private piece of paradise. If the whole weekend was going to be like this, I wouldn't mind.

Something of what I was thinking must have been visible on my face. Mel took my hand in hers. "The manager said it's going to be quiet for the next few days. And we're secluded here. You won't need to see anyone if you don't want to."

That night I woke suddenly with those words echoing in my mind. For a moment I had no idea where I was -- everything around me was black, and all I heard was Mel's gentle murmurs and the woodland sounds coming in through the open door onto the balcony.