Arrival

I stood naked at the edge of the tarmac, stunned that it was still daylight. Stripped of every shred of clothing, without a watch or a phone, time had become an abstract concept. My body was brightly lit by the lowering sun but there was a breeze that was turning cool. My nipples were hardening even more than usual and I could feel the hair between my legs standing up.

I had never felt more alive.

What else had happened on the plane? Inga led me into a sumptuous, large shower in back of the lounge. She rinsed Rich's semen out of me first, then she knelt down and kissed and licked me.

"My beauty; my sweet girl," she kept murmuring, in English and in German. I think she really liked me! I came again and this time it was my squeaky little cum. I do actually squeak 'cause I always cum so fast the second time.

Inga dried me off with a big white fluffy towel. She reminded me I was not allowed to cover my nakedness, even for a moment, even in private with a towel. Where I was going, there were no towels, sheets or blankets--only pretty little Pixies, running around naked, day and night.

When we walked back nude to the seats, we were surprised to see Rich coming out of a restroom, wrapped in a towel. He grinned and unwrapped the towel, dropping it on a seat.

"Let's all sit naked together... let's laugh and talk."

So we did. Rich sat in the middle with his arms around us both. We kissed and touched, we talked and laughed. It was wonderful. Then we fell asleep!

We were startled awake by a man in a uniform. I quickly learned he was the copilot. He was Canadian and he spoke perfect English with a light French accent. He very politely asked if I would join him "for a tour of the cockpit." I think he was more than a little put off by Rich's nudity. He tried not to show his discomfort. Rich just leaned back and grinned and happily let it all hang out.

Inga gave me two of the towels, which came in handy. The copilot went first. The towel covered his lap; I sat back naked on the towel, facing him. He kissed my breasts and sucked my nipples, then he had me lean way back. He was stronger than he looked--one hand just above my ass held me behind my back, keeping me from falling into all the dials and gauges behind me. The other hand: fingers inside of me, then expertly applying my heated liquid emanations to my perpetually poky clit. I came fast again, and this time I actually squirted! The pilot was allegedly monitoring the plane, but he seemed to be also intently monitoring my open cunt. I looked down as my vagina pulsed out a string of pale, milky white globules that broke into drippy strings. Wow!

Now the pilot's turn and he spoke only French. He had me facing away from him as was intent on playing with my other hole.

"Pretty little ass! Sweet sweet butt!" he kept saying, so he did know some important English phrases. He put me over the towel on his left leg and had me hump his leg as he pulled my cheeks open. He kept licking his finger to keep it wet and he got in maybe to the knuckle. I kept looking behind me and just the sight of two uniformed men gleefully watching my asshole get finger-fucked set me off for the fourth time that flight. This time I screamed and the two men laughed and put their headphones on.

But... back to the tarmac. Rich and I were maybe three hundred feet from the plane. It was being swarmed over by cleaners and mechanics. They kept occasionally stopping and looking over at me. At first I waved, then I did a sexy little dance. I shook my titties at them, I thrust out my pussy, then I turned around, bent over, and spread my asscheeks. We could hear the applause.

"You didn't have to do that," Rich said, barely looking up from his cellphone.

"They work for Dennis? They're not invited to his estate, right? No naked Pixies for them? Well, I just gave them one to remember."

Now he looked up. "You are..." he shook his head. "Probably too good for Dennis... definitely too good for me! Put in your three-month lease, then seriously think about working for Central Pink. They will set you up: worldwide travel, excitement; whatever and wherever you want. But when you're working you will be working naked and giving non-stop pleasure. Look at you: a naked pleasure girl; that's what that body of yours was made for."

The limo pulled up and about the nineteenth male in eight hours looked me over. He nodded his approval. Rich was more relaxed as we rode.

"The estate isn't far as the crow flies, but there's all these hills and valleys. Dennis may act like a boorish lout at times, but he has two true loves: fine wine, and beautiful naked women. Once he heard about Central Pink, everything came together. He adopted their rules for his own female employees. They must be: 'nude, or barely dressed. If the latter, their clothing must be minimal, exceptionally revealing, and/or appearing to be falling off their bodies.' That's actually in his employee manual."

"Who will greet me tonight?"

Rich smiled and put his hand on my knee. I was stark naked next to him but he so loved touching my legs.

"The staff, led by Madame Arnaud, will greet you like the princess that you are. Madame is technically in charge of all staff--including Pixies--but you are really Dennis's property. He tries to stay here two of seven days a week; and his Pixies--especially his Prime Pixie--they are his true loves, his ongoing project in the ultimate process of giving and receiving naked female pleasure."

I watched the rolling countryside; the vineyards at one point everywhere around us.

"You asked me who the Devil was in this production. I know: that was seven hours ago! Let me tell you the very last scene of 'The Charlotte Chronicles:'

Charlotte has hooked up with a group of 'intellectual nudists.' They are current and former professors and students of a nearby university. They've taken over an abandoned artist's colony in the forest. They come and go: always naked, having sex at will.

Then the leader, a gray-haired former professor announces that they will attempt to summon a demon. It will require a sexual sacrifice and Charlotte volunteers.

One night, they lead her to a suitable flat stone. They bind her hands and feet--naked and spread-eagle--to stakes in the ground. The thirteen men and women light a fire at her feet and begin chanting with their black, hooded robes on.

They drop their robes and dance naked around her. Lori can see the eight men are fully erect. When the women dance closer, she can see they are also fully aroused.

The chanting stops. The nude women apply hot oils to Charlotte's body--particularly to her breasts and her open pussy. Then the men line up. The women apply their oils to the first penis, belonging to the gray-haired leader.

He steps between Charlotte's legs, pointing out above her, throbbing and raging hard.

"With each thrust will I summon thee: Lord of Lust, Lord of Light! Come to us, your faithful servants and teach your eager students your darkest ways!"

They all heard it: not just rustling in the dark woods, but tearing, stomping. A figure appeared in the firelight: at least 6' 6"--massive--and cloaked in a robe the color of dried blood.

Most of the would-be coven scattered--women and men screaming. The leader and a few other men stood there, gaping.

Then the figure dropped his cloak. He was not only massive but muscled all over. His skin was the color of fresh blood and his only hair was a pointed black goatee.

Now everyone except the leader had run. Then he looked down at the creature's groin. In place of a penis, there was a snake-like thing uncoiling. It had an arrow head with unblinking eyes on either side. It uncoiled out to nearly a foot in length--pointed directly at Charlotte's vagina--and a pointed tongue came out.

The man screamed like a baby and ran.

Charlotte suddenly felt her vagina pulsing. Incredibly hot juices squirted out: when they hit the stone between her legs, the liquid sizzled.

"I did that!" He had a voice that was somehow both booming and soothing. "I am temporarily bringing your body up to my temperature... from the inside out... so that we can become better acquainted.

Miss Charlotte! I have been following your exploits, and I think you can see how pleased I am to finally meet you--in the flesh!"

Charlotte was in some kind of deep, erotic daze. Whatever was happening, if it had to do with deep, penetrative sex, she would accept it.

"I've been following your exploits too! Pleased to meet you!"

He laughed and it was explosive. Birds who thought they were sleeping in for the night flew away shrieking.

He pointed a finger with a deep-red pointed nail and her cords simply unknotted.

"All who embrace me do so willingly... there must be no bounds."

He climbed between her legs, grinning. Charlotte looked down. His snake-head penis's tongue was approaching her clitoris. It licked her, expertly. She moaned. She could feel the incredible heat of this creature's body; but she didn't dare embrace Him yet.

He moved closer and his penis-snake suddenly dove inside of her. Charlotte screamed a scream of intense pain and pleasure. She could actually feel the thing poking, probing her cervix, seeking a way into her womb.

"I am ready for you," she said. "My body is so hot!"

"It is," He chuckled, "oh yes it is."

Charlotte grabbed His hot, rough, scaly skin and pulled Him down to her.

"Holy..." Rich started. He forced a laugh. "Or should I say 'unholy'? Is the sequel 'Charlotte's Baby'?"

I shook my head. "I've been tinkering with Miss Charlotte for years... a sequel? I'm more inclined to make some major revisions, based on what is about to happen to me over the next three months.

My point is: you're all the Devil but I am your willing acolyte! The Devil to me merely represents all of our most secretive desires; our darkest thoughts and fantasies. If what we choose to do, in darkness or in light, pleases all yet hurts none, then where is the sin?"

Rich gripped my right thigh.

"If you weren't destined to be Prime Pixie, and Dennis's girl..."

"What?" I leaned back, into him. He put his hands on my belly.

"I would take you... for as long as you would have me."

I raised my head for a kiss. Is there any feeling like leaning naked back into the arms of a strong man who's holding you, who totally loves you?!

"The estate--or at least, the long and winding driveway," Rich announced.

I looked around in awe as we traversed more green, rolling hills. We crested at one point and I said:

"Is that the building--buildings--oh my God!"

What I assumed was the main building was 'only' a huge, L-shaped addition. The part facing the plaza (?) was the size of an two-story apartment building. Then a building half the size sprung out from that at right angles.

The main building: massive, stone, two stories except above the ivy-covered entrance where the structure added a third story, was marked with a dark blue tile roof like a squat tower.

As we came down the last rolling hill, we seemed to be headed directly towards the two blocky square outbuildings to the left.

The limo had to slow as we curved around the plaza, which was a green lawn crisscrossed with sidewalks and flowering trees.

The first building was obviously an open garage below with two stories of perhaps apartments above. There were at least twenty or thirty people milling about. They were all standing around beautifully restored, gleamingly colorful racing cars, just outside the building. There were six or seven men all dressed up like drivers from the thirties or forties, then two or three men in business suits sipping drinks.

The main attraction beside the gorgeous cars were the gorgeous women--lets say fifteen ladies. About five were totally nude except for jewelry and shoes; the other ten were all only partially dressed--or undressed.

The most popular outfits were pink or yellow see-through nighties... they were either nighties or those robes women wear over sexy lingerie for their lovers. These five lovelies were anywhere from their twenties to their forties in age and delightfully nude underneath the flowing fabric.

The last five or so I took to be office girls--but dressed unlike any office girls I'd ever seen. They were either topless or bottomless. If all they had on was a blouse, it was tight enough or unbuttoned enough to highlight nipples or to display bare breasts. If all they wore were skirts, they were ridiculously short pieces of cloth that flashed fur and/or pink folds in front, bubbly round butts behind. Underwear was evidently unknown in this place!

"This is the night shift--the sun sets pretty late in June--and they must have had an outing. The girls love being driven around; they love all the attention. Usually, if they have anything on to start with, they strip naked once they're in the cars, just to feel their bodies riding in the sun. Everyone was given time off for the big event."

"What is the big event?" I was confused. As our limo passed by I heard raised voices in French and English. "Is that her?" and "It's her!" were the most common English phrases.

Rich sounded puzzled. "It's you--it's the arrival of a new, nude, Prime Pixie; they've heard all about you already--they'll be lining the steps to see you."

I gulped. I was in shock.

"Me?! I'm just a naked--"

Rich pushed my thighs open and gave my pussy a hard slap. I gasped; tears were already streaming down my face.

"Don't ever say you are 'just' anything! You have been specially chosen as the most incredible, sensual, sexy, beautiful beyond beautiful, multi-orgasmic concoction of curved female flesh that any of us have ever seen! You are loved... don't ever forget that! Even when they're thrusting themselves inside your mouth, or deep inside your vagina--look at their eyes--they are in love with you and they are in awe of you."

The limo pulled to a stop in front of the wide steps leading to the open entrance. Men and women in and out of uniform--the women mostly out of their clothes--were lining the steps.

I gripped Rich's hand tight. I was supposed to walk up these stairs, totally nude, in front of all these people.

"Denise told you that you were a naked princess: that's what you are right now! Look: the sun in setting. You'll be dressed in rays of red and gold... you don't need clothes! You're in a place beyond the silly need to cover your beauty with clothes."

I looked to him and he shook his head.

"You walk up alone."

The driver held the door for me. His eyes devoured every inch as I slid my nakedness out. As I strode up the steps, men bowed their heads briefly--but their eyes never stopped roaming over me.

There were mostly younger women 'dressed' as maids: white caps on their heads and tiny aprons barely covering their pubes. As I passed, they curtsied--and they lifted up their aprons to display a wondrous variety of mostly triangular wedges of different colors and amounts of pubic hair. At the depth of their girlish bows, an equally delightful mix of lady lips that were either teasingly tucked or dangerously dangling were also displayed to me.

I was nearly swooning, delirious as this had to be nothing but an incredible naked fantasy that seemed blushingly real.

Then time stopped. There were no sounds.

Four beautiful women were standing at the top of the steps. They must have just materialized into our reality out of my fantasies! Two tiny blondes--obviously twins--with pixie (!) haircuts. Then one of the most voluptuous young women I'd ever seen: a sweet twenty-something brunette with such a shy look over startling, astoundingly perfect and round 36Ds. Finally, a long and languid blue-eyed redhead--red on top and in between--all long, long legs and sweet, gentle curves.

What did we all have in common? We were all naked, and we were all crying. Except: I was shouting "My Pixies!" and they were shouting "Lori, Lori!"

I stumbled up the stairs; they stumbled down. We met in an instant embrace of ten legs, ten breasts, and five bushy or bush-less pussies. I didn't know or care whose titties were rubbing against mine, or whose naughtily moist lower lips were grinding insistently into my naked hips.

All I knew was:

I was loved,

And:

I was finally home.