Several years ago, my wife Joan and I went to Italy for a well-deserved vacation with two other couples for the better part of two weeks. These were among our closest friends, and we'd traveled with them many times before. We selected Tuscany specifically, starting in Florence for several days and then on to Cortona for a full week. The Town of Cortona is the romantic and picturesque setting for the book and subsequent movie "Under the Tuscan Sun," and it is truly a sweet and charming place. We rented a villa, which was really a very old, but nicely updated stone house, with a separate bedroom and bath for each couple. It was within a brisk walking distance of the town center yet having a lot of privacy from other homes, streets, and walkways.
Our host and manager of the property was the owners' son, Luigi, and he was a great young guy, giving us lots of suggestions for local attractions and nearby side trips. The common space was great for the six of us to gather, but we also had room to spread out and have some alone time to read and relax. The spacious grounds covered 3 or 4 acres and were very secluded. This included a lovely pool and sundeck a staircase above a terrace that was high enough to provide it a great degree of isolation from the house. It also provided a great scenic view of the valley below. We were there in early May, so it was starting to get warmer, though the pool water was still cool enough to not be overly inviting.
On the Thursday of our week there, we were enjoying an entire day with no planned activities or excursions. Our group is good at everyone just doing their own thing, individually, as a couple, or in random groups of two, three, or more. This was by far the warmest day we'd had all week, and in the early afternoon I thought about that perfectly good pool going to waste.
I cautiously asked the group, "Is anyone else at all interested in joining me by the pool?" No one expressed even the slightest enthusiasm for that idea. I paused to let everyone think it over, asked again and still got no takers.
Since it appeared I was going to have my own private pool, I startled our friends by announcing very clearly, "Just to be totally honest, since no one else is going to the pool, I'm planning to work on my 'all-over' tan up there." I assumed everyone would know exactly what I meant.
While my wife Joan knows me well enough to recognize I wasn't kidding, we'd never done anything involving nudity with this group. So, she pointedly warned the others, "If anyone changes your mind, you'd best make your presence known before going up or you'll likely see more of Dave than you want to." I was positive one couple wouldn't want anything to do with the pool now that I'd proclaimed my dress code, and I figured the other guy was only slightly less disinterested.
I changed into my swimsuit and t-shirt, grabbed my book, a towel, some lotion, a couple of beers, and headed to the pool. It really was a great day to be in the sun, if maybe not the water. I pulled a lounge chair around so the back was facing the terrace to screen me from where any of the others would be approaching on the staircase. I felt pretty safe being nude, especially after Joan's explicit warning to the others.
After stripping down, I lotioned-up paying special attention to my body parts that didn't normally see the sun, popped a beer, and started reading my book. After having relaxed and settled in for half an hour or so I heard subtle, flip-flop induced footsteps on the stairs coming up the terrace. Then I heard a woman's voice softly calling, "Dave, is it OK if I come up?"
I recognized Shar's voice, and replied, "Sure, but remember I am naked." She was the one person in the group I envisioned would be most likely to join me, so I wasn't feeling immediately compelled to put my suit back on and fortunately she didn't ask me to. My wife may also have considered coming along, but she likely feared others might be tempted to spy on us, and I didn't think she was too enamored with the thought of them seeing her naked.
Shar was wearing a stylish and flattering, short, colorful print sundress that could also have doubled as a swimsuit coverup. She pulled another chair closer and sat on the side facing me. "Do you mind if I join you," she asked expectantly and was not one bit shy or subtle about scoping out all of me while we spoke. Her curiosity and comfort level with my nudity reassured me that I didn't need to cover up. This was a side of her I had never seen before. In almost no time, she demonstrated that the "join me" meant more than just sharing the pool deck, by standing to peel off her intriguing sundress. It certainly wouldn't qualify as a swimsuit coverup today since there was no swimsuit beneath it to cover-up.
I had never imagined or expected to encounter a situation where I would see Shar nude, and she was even more beautiful without clothes as with. Her breasts were small and shapely, not unlike my wife's, and her nipples were just as responsive, either to the temperature, my eyes, or both. There is something truly breathtaking about seeing a special woman friend you have known, admired, and found attractive for years now standing before you naked. It was a fortuitous, electrifying experience I would always treasure.
I was astonished to see that she either shaved or waxed her pubic hair and her bare cleft held my attention, maybe a little too long. She seemed a bit self-conscious over my visual interest in her bald part as she sat pulling her knees up to hide her pudendum.
"Does Bob know you were coming up here?" I asked, pondering if I was going to get immersed in a volatile situation between them.
"Not specifically," she replied, "I told him I was going out for a walk to explore the grounds."
"Will this cause a problem if he comes up here and finds us naked together?" I questioned, knowing how some men can be pretty territorial, if not downright possessive about their wives' or lovers' bodies.
"Probably no more than if Joan came up," she said with a coy little smile. That didn't help me much since I wasn't sure how either would react.
I suppose the smart thing for me to have done would have been to get dressed and take a walk of my own regardless of what Shar did. But we continued talking wistfully about how nice it was being outside "like this," and in such a beautiful place with spectacular panoramic vistas. No doubt we each were also savoring the more immediate personal scenery, along with the excitement and openness of our playful suggestive banter. My eyes were fixated on her breasts as she sensually rubbed lotion on and around her excited nipples and then put her knees back down to finish her torso and legs.
Facing the sun, Shar seemed to relish the warmth on her nude body for the next 20 minutes. She then turned over to sun her back, and shortly after asked, "Dave, would you mind putting some lotion on my back? It'd be a big help."
This unexpected, very personal, and sexually tempting, if not vulnerable situation seemed a lot like an illicit lovers' ambush or entrapment scene in a low-budget, R-rated movie. I almost expected some disheveled "gumshoe" detective to jump out of a bush and yell, "Smile, you're on 'Candid Camera.'" Click.
Despite my reservations, I was her friend, and I could assume she was merely asking for a favor. Moreover, I continued to appreciate this fortuitous opportunity to see her naked. I felt I could hardly say no to her request without it seeming like either a rebuff to her beautiful, sexy body; or my concluding that one or both of us had intentions beyond just sun protection.
I went over to her with bottle in hand. Starting with her shoulders I gently massaged the lotion into her now very warm and supple skin. She responded to the tactile sensations with soft but undisguised sighs of delight which kept me vigorously working my way lower on the backside of her body.
When I got to the untanned area several inches below her waist, better judgement took over and I moved directly to lotion her alluring bare feet. She must have liked that too since the coos of contentment intensified as my hands moved up her legs. She spread them wider so I could access all the skin that could possibly be exposed to the sun. My eyes were again focused on her very naked and now invitingly parted cleft. When my massaging approached those nether regions, my good sense again kicked-in and I gently took her shapely ankles to put her legs together and announced, "There, how's that?"
