My Naed Days

Years ago, I had a female friend who I was very close with. We had met on the East Coast when we were both in graduate school but then lost sight of each other for a couple of years since we both moved to different cities. Chance had it that we ended up in the same city, the lovely San Diego where we began an adventurous relationship.

Joyce and I had always had a platonic relationship although it was not free of ambiguity. Particularly, the last summer of graduate school, we spent much time together, going to concerts, to restaurants and to the beach. There was considerable tension between us and I was sure that if one of us crossed the line there would be no holding back. But for some reason we never did, and in all honesty, the main reason I never did was that I always found Joyce a bit intimidating. She is a beauty, tall and slim with beautiful dark skin and long, pitch-black hair. She is also very athletic and spends much time sailing, swimming and running. But it is not her physical attributes that intimidate me. She is also very controlled and, to be honest, a bit controlling. That does, however, not mean that you cannot have a ton of fun with her.

When I first arrived in San Diego, Joyce offered that I could stay with her until I found my own place. She came to pick me up at the airport in her convertible sports car looking truly splendid as she drove up. Her hair was flowing in the wind and with her dark sunglasses she looked every bit like a movie star. We spent the evening together at a sushi restaurant and then retired to her house, which is overlooking the coast. Joyce suggested that the next day we go to the beach with her sister.

The next morning, Barbara, Joyce's sister showed up relatively early. Both are a few years older than myself with Barb being the oldest. She is, however, even more stunning than her sister and used to make a living as a model. I had not seen either of them for several years and was happy to be the man accompanying these beauties. We grabbed our towels, swimsuits and a few refreshments, and set off for the beach at La Jolla.

When we got to La Jolla, we parked the car changed into our swimsuits and walked to the beach armed with towels and suntan lotion. The beach was busy with the usual crowd of surfers, sunbathers and people letting their dogs run around. Joyce is not crazy about large crowds and dislikes dogs even more. So, she suggested we walk down the beach towards Blacks Beach. I was excited since I hoped the two sisters would at least take off their bikini tops at that clothing optional beach.

We climbed over the rocks until we got to a flat stretch of beach where we put down our things and lied down on our towels enjoying the relative calm. I was quite tired from the jetlag and travel, and so it did not take long for me to doze off.

When I awoke I slowly opened my eyes without moving. The two sisters were sitting next to me, chatting and giggling. I started to look around and noticed that the beach had filled up quite a bit. In fact, there were a good number of men around, many of them stark naked. As it turned out we had ended up in a primarily gay section of Blacks Beach although there were some women. From the looks of it, the two sisters were enjoying the sight and I decided to try to embarrass them.

"Girls," I said, "are you enjoying the show?" "Well, since you were asleep, we had to busy ourselves otherwise," Barb said, followed by some giggling from both. "But yes, the show is stimulating," again giggling. "So, sleepyhead, are you ready to join us in the water?" Joyce asked.

I sat up, looking around. I then noticed that I had developed a slight boner while sleeping. Not wanting to embarrass myself getting up with a bulge in my swimsuit I decided to wait until it subsided. But the two sisters were already up and started pulling me up on both hands so that I was on my feet within a few seconds. I noticed both glancing at my crotch where a bulge was clearly visible. Neither one said anything but Barb, who is the by far more outgoing of the two, pinched my butt to move me along.

The water felt quite cold and I took my sweet time to get into the water. Barb, being the impatient one, gave me a push so that I fell in. I yelled and as soon as I was on my feet, I jumped at her trying to push her under. We struggled and finally Joyce joined in and the two sisters teamed up on me. Barbara came up from behind and wrapped her legs around my hips while Joyce put her hands onto my shoulders and pushed down so that I was with my head under water in no time. I was thrashing around like crazy but could not help myself against those two.

"I give up," I managed to yell holding my hands up in the air as a sing of surrender.

That was a mistake because Barb dove down and yanked down my swimsuit. I was off balance and so my suit slipped off completely. She immediately realized her victory and swam off, triumphantly waving my swimsuit above her head.

"Barbara, give it back," I struggled after her. But as I reached her she threw the wet piece of cloth right at Joyce who was behind me. She now turned and ran out of the water. Barb followed her and they both went back to the towels sitting down expectantly.

I stayed in the water for a while and protested even though I knew it was to no avail. Ultimately, I had no choice but to get out of the water. I felt humiliated but also excited in a strange way. Joyce, my old friend, and her gorgeous sister would both see me completely exposed. Moreover, they were the cause of my embarrassment and delighted in it. I decided to face up to my predicament and to not cover myself. So, I walked straight towards them. "Nice, man", Barb was purposefully using her best Caribbean accent, "now you fit in with the other guys." "Ahem yes, but can I have my suit back?" I said.

"What do you think, Joyce? Should we give him his suit back?" Joyce slowly looked me up and down. Her eyes finally came to rest on my penis, which had begun to slightly swell due to the attention. "I think not", she finally said without giving any further explanation.

I weighed my options. To struggle for my swimsuit with Joyce who had hidden it somewhere was a recipe for even more embarrassment. She is a strong woman who, I was sure, would not give it up without a fight. Thus I decided to sit down on my towel pulling up my legs to hide as much as possible. But I was also not going to beg for my suit because I knew that this would encourage them even more.

The whole situation started to increasingly affect me. I felt my pride had been violated but I also did enjoy the attention and the erotic tension. My penis started to stir a bit and I feared an embarrassing erection coming. Meanwhile, the sisters were looking at me clearly anticipating my next move. I decided to play it cool, grabbed my book and lied down on my stomach to read. After a while, the two apparently lost interest and began to read as well. None, however, seemed to have any intentions of returning my suit.

"Your back is getting a bit red," Joyce remarked after a while. "Shit, I don't want to burn," I said. "Do you want me to put lotion on?" Joyce asked matter of fact. "Please," I said putting the book down and resting my head on my outstretched arms. Joyce squeezed a good portion of lotion on my shoulders and proceeded to rub it in. She moved methodically down my back until she reached my bare behind. At that point, she took her hands off my back. But soon I felt something cool on both of my cheeks and she started to massage some cream in. She squeezed my flesh and started to move her hands up my back again giving me a delightful massage. I started to relax. But suddenly, I felt another pair of hands moving up my legs, spreading cream towards my buttocks. Both were now kneading my flesh but Barb was definitely trying to arouse me by moving her hands over the insides of my legs, occasionally brushing against my testicles. I felt my penis starting to swell but it was tucked in an uncomfortable position and started to hurt. To relieve the pressure, I lifted my hips up and my penis sprang into a more comfortable position.

Both had noticed that move and stopped the massage. "Turn around," Barb commanded. I am not sure why but I simply obeyed. And so I found myself lying on my back between the two sisters with a beginning erection. They looked at each other and now it was Joyce who spoke: "I think he needs some cream on these white parts as well." She squeezed some cream into her hands and started to gently apply it to my balls. I instinctively moved my legs apart and she took my dick, which was now fully erect and started to spread the cream in slow strokes from tip to base. "Oh god", escaped my lips. It felt incredible but I was also nervous as hell. She stopped massaging my penis and moved to my belly and chest. Meanwhile Barb had started doing her routine on my legs again where she ever so gently rubbed against my balls.

"Ok, you are all creamed now," Joyce said and sat back. "You look nice," Barb said and joiner her sister. The two were looking at me unabashedly. "Thank you but I feel a bit strange", I thought honesty would serve me best at this point. "But you are enjoying yourself", Barb was staring at my penis again. "Well, I have been to nude beaches with friends before but we were usually all naked," I said in an attempt to entice them to take off their suits. "That is ok. You will get used to it", Barb responded and moved to her towel to lie down. Joyce followed suit and I was left alone with my still erect penis. I looked around the beach and it was obvious that some others around us had noticed the show. This made me even more uncomfortable and flipped over onto my belly again. But it took a long while before I calmed down a bit again from the brief but intense massage and the tension that was in the air between us.

As the day went on, I became increasingly used to being naked around the two. I do not think the sisters had planned any of the events; however, they did take charge and seemed emboldened by my nakedness and the fact that I had resigned myself to it. At one point, we went back into the water and were goofing off with a Frisbee; this included a lot of wrestling and from time to time I felt a hand on by ass or a slight brush against my penis but nothing as direct as the brief massage with the sun lotion. Barb was the first out of the water again and was already dried off when Joyce and I followed. She had a smirk on her face and I soon noticed the camera in her hand. "Barb, please, no pictures" I pleaded but it was already too late. The first picture was already snapped.

"OK, you two pose with your backs against the water", Barb instructed us. "No, stop", I protested once more but Barb kept aiming the camera at me. Joyce swiftly took me by the hand and dragged me towards the water. I trotted after her and, once we reached the water's edge, positioned myself behind her in order to cover my nakedness. "Don't stand there like two logs," Barb yelled. Joyce stepped aside and grabbing my waist pulled me towards her. I was now fully exposed and Barb started snapping away. I was still unsure whether I wanted this to happen when Joyce addressed her sister: "Now your turn." "Come here naked boy", Barb said. "Yes, madam, right at your disposal." I was playing along but was, as always, apprehensive of Barb.

We posed for a couple of pictures in the same position as before but then Barb got other ideas. Since she had been a model she feels comfortable in front of a camera. Barb struck up poses in front of and beside me while I was still standing beside her rather sheepishly. When she bent down to stare at my penis and to make 'oh lala' faces the predictable happened. I felt the familiar tightening in my groin, which precedes an erection. "Oh dear," I muttered. "Oh dear," Barb echoed and cupped her hands over my swelling penis. This, of course, made things worse and my member sprang to full life. The result was a series of pictures where Barb grabbed my penis with one hand, thus seemingly holding on while she struck all sorts of poses. All this was documented by a laughing Joyce.

"One last picture," Joyce said. I was relieved that the torture would be over since it was obvious that a great number of people at the beach were now openly staring at us. I even saw some guys pointing the scene out to others. But I did not know what Joyce's idea of a last picture was. She lowered the camera and looked around the beach until she spotted a couple of girls who were sitting on a towel nearby. They had clearly been watching us. Joyce walked up to them and from the gestures I guessed that she was asking them to take a picture of the three of us. Joyce handed the camera to one of the girls and both stood up. Joyce ran towards us and positioned herself so that I was in their middle. The new girl with the camera was obviously enjoying herself and she started to issue commands for the picture. Joyce and Barb both wrapped their hands around my penis and waved with the other hand for the camera and finally each placed a kiss on my cheeks. Without invitation, the photographer's friend came towards us and started to pose with us. I now had hands on my penis and my behind. Finally, the two girls switched places and there were a few more pictures taken.

This was the end of the picture session and I now faced the difficulty of getting back to the towels with a full erection and with the beach inhabitants' full attention. Not quite sure what to do, I ran towards the towels and plopped myself down. Joyce and Barb followed, sat down and smiled at me. "That was fun," Joyce said. "I have always wanted a naked man at my disposition." "Well, you sure had me there," I responded.

As we were exchanging those pleasantries, a shadow fell over me and I looked up to discover that the two girls had come over as well. "My name is Jane and this is my friend Ann. We don't want to intrude but we both have never seen anything like this," Jane said a bit coyly. She was obviously embarrassed and was blushing as she spoke. Both girls looked quite young, I now noticed. "I hope you don't mind but we wanted to talk to you all," Ann continued. She was the prettier of the two although both were rather plain looking. Jane had dark, short hair and was small and boyishly skinny, while Ann was a tall rather plump blonde with ample breasts.

"Sit down", Barb invited them. Jane dropped down on Joyce's towel while Ann decided to share mine. I moved to the edge so that we would not touch each other. "We had been eyeing you for a while," Ann continued, "and, honestly, we became really curious. Do you do this thing a lot?" She was clearly curious but did not know how to begin the conversation or even what to ask. "No,' I tried to preempt a response by the sisters, "they took my swimsuit and never gave it back to me." I tried my best at shooting an angry glance at Joyce and her sister. "What do you mean? They took your swimsuit?" Jane asked. "He was naughty in the water and this is his punishment," Barb offered. I looked at her feeling violated again. "You see, we have never really... well, I mean, neither of us has seen such a thing," Jane continued, clearly now becoming a bit more emboldened. "What thing?" Barb implored, always being the more aggressive. "I guess, a situation where only the guy is naked," Ann cast her eyes down, "and, we both kind of enjoyed the show." "Yes," Jane almost whispered. "Does it excite you?" Barb was now taking control. "Ahem, yes, quite a bit..." Ann said, glancing at me from the side. "We also wanted to ask whether we could have copies of the pictures." The sisters glanced at me and I slowly shook my head. But Barb had other ideas: "Sure you can." "Cool, can we have your e-mail address," Ann was not addressing any one of us in particular. "You can," Joyce said. "It is my camera and I can send them to you if you like." They exchanged e-mail addresses and I gave them mine as well. It turned out they were in a college not far from here. This made me panic a bit; I guess you never know who-knows-who, and how the gossip flows.

With this it became apparent that we had run out of things to talk about and the situation became increasingly awkward. After a few more minutes passed with stolen glances and some chitchat, the girls left for their own spot on the beach.

The day was indeed drawing to a close and the beach was slowly emptying. The events had left their mark on me. My arousal remained at a high level and manifested itself in occasional swelling, which still caused much embarrassment on my part. But worse was my state of confusion. I realized that I had liked giving in to their commands and that the humiliation of being naked and openly aroused in front of my old friends was deeply exciting. That arousal persisted because of mental rather than physical stimulation, and although I craved release, I also did not want the situation to end.

While I was reminiscing about my situation, Barb suggested we leave the beach. "Sure, but you have to give me my swimsuit then," I demanded. "Well, we have been talking about that, and we have one condition", Barb said. "What is it?" I wanted to know. "You have to promise to entertain us again if and when we desire." My thoughts were racing and while I was sure that I could obtain my clothes without much trouble even if I refused, the excitement I had felt during the day made me reconsider. So, it came that I agreed and was finally handed my swimsuit. I dressed and we made our way off the beach. The two girls waved at us and blew me a kiss.

The drive home was uneventful and we soon arrived at Joyce's place. We sat down on the porch and Joyce served us cold drinks. I felt it was time to address what had happened during the day but did not know how to approach the topic. So, I brought up the beautiful scenery visible from her porch. Joyce's condo borders a nature reserve and has a spectacular view of abundant birdlife. We talked a bit about bird sightings Joyce had had and about how lucky she had been to find such a beautiful place. After a while, Barb disappeared to take a shower. This left Joyce and I alone. We sat silently and after what seemed like a long while she looked at me. "How are you doing?" I knew what she meant and was actually prepared for a confession. "I never expected this but I had fun today." "Good, I am glad to hear that," she said looking at me. We heard Barb come out of the bathroom. "I will take a shower now too," with that she walked over towards me and gave me a brief kiss on the lips. After that she disappeared and I heard muffled speaking inside.

"Joyce is preparing a load of laundry. Why don't you give her your shorts and T-shirt so that she can wash them." I understood what Barb meant but decided to be coy. "That would be nice. I'll go and put on something else." Barb looked at me and shook her head. "If you put on fresh clothes now they will just get smelly before you wash up. Just give them to me now. There is nothing I haven't seen already today." She stretched out her hand and winked at me. Meanwhile Joyce had reappeared and was leaning in the doorway watching us.

I realized that this would be the first time I deliberately stripped for the two. Pulling off the shirt was easy and I quickly handed it to Joyce. I then got up but hesitated. I felt my penis stir again and saw that the sisters were staring at my crotch. This added to my excitement and as I finally pulled down my swimsuit my member sprang to life. I handed my last piece of clothing to Barb and was now fully exposed again. This time, however, it felt different. We were in a private setting rather than at a clothing optional beach where quite a few people had chosen to be nude. Here, on Joyce's porch, there was more intimacy and the tension was even stronger. There would be no pretending that I simply had been nude at a beach where this is commonly done. Here, I was with two clothed women who were clearly unsure where things were going but who also had decided to push the limits and enjoy the situation.