It all started innocently enough. But then again, doesn't it always.
I had to go to Boston for a week. One of the branch offices needed to have their entire network rehabbed. I went to find out what was going on and make a long term plan for upgrading this office. It was work as normal, twelve hour days and not seeing daylight except thru an occasional window. Then back to the hotel for bar food and sleep. I wanted to see the local night life, but I was too tired.
I was also motivated to finish up quickly, as an old friend of my wife and I lives between Boston and Cape Cod. She asked me to come down for the weekend. Cindy was good friends of both my wife and I. The three of us spend most of our time together. We were the Three Musketeers. As life often does, it moved us in separate directions. Kathy and I moved to Tennessee, and Cindy moved to Massachusetts. Even after my wife died suddenly two years ago, Cindy and I continued to talk.
Friday afternoon, Cindy called. We arranged which train for me to take, and where to meet. I went to the company gym to work out and shower before this trip. All kinds of thoughts went thru my mind. Memories of the three of us and our escapades raced thru my head. We had a great deal of clean, innocent fun.
The train ride was quicker than I anticipated. There stood Cindy on the platform. Her long blond hair was blowing in the breeze. She looked beautiful. The last time I saw her was at Kathy's funeral.
Cindy floated across the platform, giving me a whole body embrace. "Les, it is so great to see you. I miss our old times, the three of us." We both realized how much we missed Kathy at that moment. It suddenly became awkward.
Cindy released her embrace, looked down to the ground. "I am sorry Les. I still miss her. She was like a sister to me." She then saved herself by changing the topic. "I know this wonderful seafood place about an hour from here. Are you hungry?"
Cindy always knew how to keep a mood bright. We went to dinner, and talked about old times. We laughed about the funny situations we would find ourselves in. We even cried over our loss.
Over desert, Cindy took my hand across the table. "Les. Kathy is gone. Tomorrow, we will have fun. Just like always. But now, we can start a new chapter. That is what Kathy would want. Tonight will be the end of the tears. Tomorrow will be joy. What shall we do?"
"Frankly, I have seen nothing but the inside of an office for two years. If it does not involve a bar or a computer, I am lost. What ever you like, I am game." I said. I knew Cindy would have something fun in mind.
We finished our meal and drove back to Cindys house. She pointed me to the guest room and told me to make myself at home. She kissed me on the cheek and turned to go to bed. I quickly followed suit. I slept so well I barely remembered even taking off my clothes and climbing in bed.
The next morning I woke to the sun beaming thru the window, the smell of hot coffee and the sound of activity in the kitchen. I must have slept well. I had tossed the sheets off myself in the night. I layed on the bed buck naked. I had always slept naked. I looked over to the clock on the night stand to see how late it was and there was a still steaming cup of coffee waiting, just the way I like it. A robe lay across the foot of the bed along with a towel, new razor, and the morning paper.
Still sleepy eyed I got up, put on the robe, grabbed the coffee and paper, and walked out to the kitchen. Cindy was making pancakes. She looked up from her chores and said with a smile "Welcome to the land of the living sleepy head. Sit down, and read the paper while I finish breakfast. I hope you got enough sleep, because today is play day."
She made no comment about my state of dress, or undress when she left me coffee at the bedside. She busied herself making breakfast. It was great to see her, just like old days. We often woke up to her in our kitchen making breakfast as we all lounged in our robes deciding what the day would hold. It was a plutonic relationship. Cindy was like a member of the family.
Once breakfast was over Cindy bounced out of her chair saying almost to herself, "Best get a move on before all the good places are taken. Go put on some shorts and a T. There is a basket in the fridge for us to take. I will meet you in the driveway in ten minutes. Is that enough time?"
"Sure, but what are we going to do?" was all I could say. Not sure what to expect.
"Do not worry. You have been in doors for too long. I can tell you need some sun."
In no time we were off. We arrived at the beach. I loaded my arms with chairs, towels, our basket and followed Cindy.
"Here is the spot" she announced. We quickly spread everything out. As I sat down in the lounge chair she said "Comfy?" She began pulling her sun dress over her head, and threw it down on the ground. I was stunned. She stood there on the beach before me, naked as the day she was born.
"Cindy, what are you doing? Where is your suit?" I blushed.
"Do not worry Les. This is a nude beach. Loosen up, have fun. Everyone here will be nude too. It is fun!" She then sat next to me and began applying lotion.
I looked around, and for the first time noticed I was the only clothed person there. Families were playing. People were visiting. It was like any other beach only no one had the irritation of sand it their suits. I got over my discomfort and took off my shirt.
A few minutes later a man came up calling Cindys name. Cindy got up and ran up to him, giving him a huge hug. Her back was to me. I could hear their squeals as they caught up with eachother. He then commented "I got it, I got the Prince Albert! It is great!"
Cindy said, "Let me see that" as she bend over at the waist to pick up his dick. Sure enough, he had a piece of metal running right into it. The view I had was one I never thought I would have. For the first time I saw Cindy sexually. I was sitting in my chair, fortunatley still in my shorts, because they helped to hide my growing erection. I saw Cindy bend over at the waist with her back toward me. The brown button of her ass seemed to wink at me with each giggle and exclaimation. Slightly lower and between her legs I could see a pair of smooth, shaven pussy lips. Tufts of hair topping this fine treat which I had never seen. Beyond that I could see her breasts hanging as she was bent over. They framed her hands lovingly and gently picking up this mans dick to inspect it. Her nipples appeared as if they were water dripping off the end of a cone. I watched her lift this mans dick, turn it, pull it, carress it as she inspected this new piece of jewelry. I watched as his balls lifted when he cleared his throut. For a moment I thought she would lean in and take this mans dick in her mouth, licking all around, but she did not.
Instead Cindy turned to me, and began to introduce me to her friend with the dick jewels. I began to stand up but felt my stiff cock tug at my shorts, reminding me to remain seated. I reached out a hand to meet my new nude aquaintance.
"Gee Cin, you brought a Voy with you, huh? He is still clothed, but dear Girl, will you look at that boner he is trying to hide. Mmmmmm. Don't be afraid to let it get sun boy!" our guest exclaimed.
Cindy came to my defense. "Dinney. Cut that out. Les has never been to a beach like this before. His wife died a few years back and all he has done is work since. I was trying to get him to loosten up and enjoy life. You know, live lavita loca. Besides, you have the wrong plumbing for him."
"Fine, have it your way Cin. Nice to meet you Less, hope to see More of you by the end of the day." Dinney quipped as he turned away.
Cindy slapped his ass and scolded him for his rude flirtations. "Get out of here you dirty ol' fag" she chidded.
Cindy then turned to me. "Les, will you put lotion on my back? Or do you need to go for a swim to cool down for a bit? I am sorry, hope I did not embarass you too much. We can go if you want."
"No Cindy. I was just surprised, that is all. I must admit, watching you..." I trailed off, not wishing to finish my sentance. "I am just going to swim". I quickly got up and ran into the water, shorts and all.
As I stood in the water, I could feel the sand make its way into my suit. I stood there watching Cindy finish putting lotion on her body. I never noticed what a nice body she had. Her breasts were perfect. Her hips screamed a need to be held, and her pussy. I had not seen an other naked woman since my wife died. In fact, Kathy was the only woman I had actually ever really seen naked.
I swam for about twenty minutes. I emerged from the water with my shorts full of sand and sticking uncomfortably. I walked back up to our blanket. Cindy was laying on her stomach reading while she sunned her back side. I sat down in the chair shifting uncomfortably as the sand continued to itch me.
"You can take them off and you will not chafe." Cindy purred looking up from her book. "I promise, you have nothing to hide. I already saw it this morning. Besides, Dinny has found some fuck bunny to play with by now."
"No, I am fine." I was lying. I wanted to take off my suit. After squirming a few more minutes I stood, took a deep breath, and peeled out of my wet shorts. I watched Cindy for fear she would stare. She did not move nor seem to notice I was standing there fully exposed for her inspection. She did not look up once.
As I sat down Cindy said without lifting her eyes from her book "Now that is better, isn't it?"
I had to agree.
We played in the sun and sand all day. Before long, I did not even realize I was nude. Nor did I notice Cindy was too. We laughed, swam, built sand castles, read, and talked like we always had, unaware of our nakedness.
I fell asleep on the beach only to wake up to Cindy packing up our stuff. The sky had started to turn grey and the breeze was picking up. Cindy informed me a storm was comming and we had best get home. Cindy had started to grab everything and run for the car as the sky opened up with rain. I was jumping accross the beach trying to put my shorts on while Cindy ran to the car, her arms full. She was still naked. Her ass bouncing as she ran. She turned and began to laugh as I fell to the sand, my shorts around my ankles.
