It's a long way from Dallas to Austin, but by the time Rhonda and I were in our early twenties we were making that drive, or the one to the sun club near Denton, almost every weekend. The sun club was a lot closer, cleaner and really a better place for a couple to spend the weekend nude; but there was a lot to recommend Austin, not the least of which were the parties Hippy Hollow.
Despite being on the fringe of respectable society I guess that I tried my best to obey the rules, or at least most of them. And club nudism has a lot of rules: always carry a towel to sit on, look people in the eye, no photographs of strangers and, most important, no sexual displays in public. Many of those rules grew out of earlier times when nudists and naturists were trying to separate themselves from pornographers and sex workers in the eyes of the community and the law. Others were attempts to control some unsavory characters.
Our sun club was run by a European couple who had activities well planned and tightly controlled, and no casual visitors. The pool and sauna were always favorites. A plunge pool satisfied the owners need for a memory of home. Tennis courts and plenty of space offered healthy space to be active or just to be nude. The other members were pretty decent, kind and friendly as all real nudists are, but many of them were older than Rhonda and I. This was at the end of the days of free, safe love and if there were lifestyle clubs, we didn't know of them.
More than being open to the masses and covered with young people partying, the Hollow had a lot going for it. For one thing the Hollow was cheap recreation and it was near Austin's live music scene, not out on some dusty prairie with nothing nearby but cattle and redneck cafes. So those trips south included hitting the clubs at night and the lake during the day or sometimes the trip over to Hamilton Pool and the all night parties there.
So one summer weekend we planned to go to Austin, meet up with our friend JT, rent a room near Sixth Street and hit the clubs until closing. The following morning we planned a visit to the Hollow and a day of playing naked in the sun. A promising adventure, but the real hook for the trip was Tisa, JTs new girl. All of our friends were of a playful nature, but Rhonda and I were looking for another couple we could party with frequently. Neither of us had met her, but taking JT as his word, we expected something special.
Rhonda and I had a long and storied history that included some fiery fights and some very hot lovemaking. A beautiful half Cherokee, she could be viscously jealous or willing to partner swap depending on her mood. Almost as tall as me when she wore heels, she had perfect small breasts and a tight, athletic body. As a lover she was as good as any I have ever known and more important to me, as a nudist she was willing to shed her clothing at the drop of a hat, sometimes too willing.
That afternoon we arrived in Austin and checked into a motel not far from Sixth street. As fast as the door clicked to, I stripped off my clothes and jumped up on the bed, patting the space beside me. Instead of taking the hint, Rhonda went straight to the shower, emerging a few minutes later followed by a billowing cloud of steam and wearing nothing more than a towel wrapped around her hair. I loved the way that she was so cool being nude, but to my surprise she dug through her bag to retrieve her bikini. Before I knew it she was out the door and on her way to the pool so I pulled on some shorts, grabbed the room key and followed.
The pool was surrounded by a fence made of black metal bars and sat in the back of the hotel near the parking lot. Rhonda lay on her stomach reading a trashy paperback and the perfect arch of her back and ass pulled my eyes to her. That beautiful curve of a woman's back must be one of those images naturally meant to fit the nature of every man's brain. Straddling a chase lounge next to her, I amused myself by watching her and a couple of ladies that were laying on lounges on the other side of the pool.
"Untie me." Rhonda said turning her head and pressing her face into the chase lounge.
"What? Untie you?" I asked.
"Untie me, my top." Almost clumsily she pointed to her back.
I took a deep breath reached over and pulled on the bow in the center of her back. The fence provided no cover from the second floor of the hotel or from the parking lot. Even in Austin there were prudes that could turn a little fun into a hefty fine so I held my breath, waiting to see what she wanted to happen next. Rhonda lifted up on her elbows and closed the book, dropping it between us on the hot concrete. For a moment I thought that she would roll over on her back, but she turned her head to face the women on the other side of the pool and lay back down. They must have been watching because not a minute later one turned over and undid her top as well. I sighed and picked up Rhonda's novel and traded looks at the torrid pages and the amusing spectacle around me.
Less than twenty minutes later JT sauntered up to the fence. For a moment he leaned there, elbows on the hot black metal watching everything that was laid out before him. I nodded a greeting and leaned my head toward the far side of the pool. He replied with a nondescript wave; the edges of his lips curled up into a perverse smile.
"Where is she?" I asked.
"Tisa? In the room getting ready," he said without taking his eyes off of the women.
Rhonda lifted up and propped herself on her elbows and looked at JT.
"You think that she will mind the Hollow?" I asked.
"Tisa? Shit that was all she yacked about on the way down here, being naked outside. I can't keep pants on the girl." JT grunted out a little laugh.
"I'm thirsty," Rhonda said sitting up and holding out her bikini top in front of her then began to put it on.
"Jesus Rhonda." I think the tinge of surprise and concern was clear in my voice.
"Hey, the rules say no glass and no running. Anyway JTs seen them before, right?"
"Sure have." JT said, keeping his attention across the pool.
Rhonda tied the string around the back of her neck. "Ready? Let's hit the clubs."
Thirty minutes later we were on Sixth.
JT was a musician by trade, a drummer, who supported himself mainly by shooting pool and repairing cars. So in order to get some funds we headed over to G's pool hall for a couple of hours. A big guy, JT had long hair that flowed from his head in curls and drove the women wild. He was never at a loss for a companion and only recently he had met Tisa at one of his gigs.
It took JT about fifteen minutes to find some guys that were both willing to game and worthy of the bet. That left me with Rhonda and Tisa to occupy ourselves while JT put together enough cash to make his weekend comfortable.
Rhonda had changed into a pair of tight blue jeans and a pink tube top. I always liked that top because I knew that sometime during the night it was coming down. She was always a dark tan and her long black hair streamed across her shoulders and halfway down her back like a silky water fall. It was all I could do to keep my hands off of her and most of the evening I failed, but she seemed to relish the attention never stopping me no matter where or how I wanted to cop a little feel, or who might be watching.
Tisa was sweet vanilla, a pale white. She was wearing a yellow top and a denim skirt so short that every time she climbed on a barstool anyone watching got to see her black panties. The top covered her chest in a strangely conservative way stopping at her waist, but with long sleeves and a wide collar.
After a half an hour at the bar we decided to get a table and entertain ourselves while JT worked. G's had some of the best tables in the state, true classics with good felt and bumpers, not the standard pool hall fair designed for durability over play. Even though I am not a player of much skill, I was soon having a good time playing cut throat with two beautiful women. From time to time JT watched us and some of the other guys in the place watched too.
Rhonda could make a pair of jeans scream sex as well as any woman. With each shot she would slowly bend over the table, hovering close to the felt, her ass on display to all those behind her. I could tell after half an hour that she was getting excited by the attention and when she caught a couple of guys staring, she started trying to leave the cue ball at their end of the table, the perfect setup for her next flash even if not the best setup for her next shot.
Something was coming. I knew that she was working toward a hot night. She stared nursing her beer, a sure sign that she had better plans in mind once we returned to the hotel. When she started fingering the edges of her tube top I just leaned back against the wall to relax and wait. Someone tonight was going to see some tit besides me. There was something about that woman; she had a way with those nonchalant little flashes that looked like some innocent wardrobe adjustment had gotten out of hand.
Tisa was not nearly as cool, but easily as sexy. Her drinking never slowed and by the time that Rhonda was starting to feel the heat, Tisa had taken to sitting on the stool by the table in a less than lady like fashion. She would lie across the table too, but her play depended more on luck. Still, when she would take the stick in hand she took it like she owned it.
After a couple of hours Rhonda headed toward the ladies room, leaving me with a long kiss that was meant to mark her territory for everyone in the room. The last time Tisa had gone with her, but this time I found myself leaning next to her on the pool table, waiting. I looked down at her bright round face and those big breasts held tight by her bra.
She looked at me with round blue eyes. "How long have you known JT?" She asked. The night was still early and her speech was already a little slurred.
"Longer than I haven't." I said watching my buddy taking money from two guys across the room.
"And Rhonda?"
"About as long." I tried to keep my eye on JT, if there was a problem, now would be when it would happen.
Tisa had another plan.
"So I'm the new kid on the block."
I felt her body pressing against mine and looked over at her again. She was looking down, leaning against me as if I were a post and working on the heel of one of her shoes. There was something about her, an upfront familiarity that was making me hard just from her touch. When I moved she leaned into me harder. I tried to guess what she would like tomorrow when nothing stood between us but manners.
"Hold still, my shoe is broken." Tisa said. She looked up at me for a moment as if leaning on a new acquaintance was something that was common as shaking hands.
