This is the fifth part of a story of how my sister was introduced to Naturism. It is best to read each chapter in sequence. It's a slow moving tale. It is sometimes sexual, sometimes not. It is based on real events and only the names have been changed to protect the guilty.
Wednesday morning.
I woke up very early on Wednesday morning. The sun was not yet over the hills but the still air and the already warm temperature promised a scorching hot day. I needed some exercise to clear my head, so after scribbling a note to my sister, I took a towel and my ipod and left the cabin for a jog down to the river and back. As I trotted through the small sandy tracks that wove their way around the cabins I saw no signs of life except one of the caretakers, nude save for a small tank top that left her bum deliciously bare, who was cleaning up one of the outdoor cooking areas. She waved at me and I waved back, but with my earphones in and Chet Baker crooning out 'Daybreak' I was lost in my own world and thoughts.
The events of the day before had left me still worrying about Karen, and if in the long run she would regret her actions, and worse, regret coming here to the Nudist Resort with me after all. I ran a little faster and resolved to talk to her when I got back and clear the air.
As my muscles warmed up I felt better, both physically and mentally. My wife and I had seen much more while at Nudists resorts than the events of yesterday, and after all, what harm had been done? So what if my sister had helped Val jerk off a guy? So what if she had seen my erection and my orgasm? Our new friends weren't predatory or pushy; they were actually all really nice people who just happened to enjoy a little mutual masturbation. Karen was older, smarter and better educated then I, if she had a problem with anything I am sure she would tell me.
I love the feeling of running naked, and by the time I reached the campgrounds by the river, the continued slapping of my cock against my thigh had given me half a hardon.
There was no one about yet, all the tents and campervans were securely zipped up, so I let nature take its course and was soon trotting along with a fully blown erection bobbing up and down as I ran. Chet was into his slow trumpet solo on my ipod and magpies swooped and whirled above the river. Not for the first time I told myself that this is the way I wanted to live - this is where I would retire to.
I noticed a current of water angling toward the bank of the river and I turned and stopped under a tree by the water's edge. I knew the signs of that ripple from old -- I was about to be treated to a glimpse of that most shy of all Australia's animals -- the Platypus. Even among bush-bred Aussies, the sight of the unusual little monotreme, with its beaver like body and its inexplicable duckbill, is a rare thing.
I stood by the tree, switching off my tunes and waiting for the little animal to surface, when from behind me I heard a tent flap zip open, and someone walk toward me.
I turned over my shoulder to whisper 'Shhhh' and there was the Asian wife from the pool, the same one Karen and I had accidentally seen giving her husband a blowjob in the forest the day before. She wore a white t-shirt over her small breasts but her shaven pussy was open to the air.
She looked at me quizzically and I whispered, "Platypus, let's not scare him"
She crept up beside me, almost on tiptoe, and I pointed to the circling ripple of water.
"I have never seen one." She breathed, and at that moment the animal broke surface, it's odd little body snaking and its short webbed feet paddling it toward the bank.
The lady squealed in delight and 'splash' in an instant the Platypus was gone, diving down deep under water and no doubt fleeing to its submerged burrow somewhere on the riverbank.
"Oh, I am sorry," she said. "I scared it away."
"Well, yes," I said. "They are very shy. But now that you know it lives here you might get another chance to see it. Dawn and dusk are the best times."
"I am so very sorry," she turned to me." Mr...?"
"Tim," I said. "Call me Tim." I proffered my hand.
"Miyako," she said, shaking my hand.
I realized then I still had a raging hardon that was inches from her hand.
"Sorry," I said, quickly draping my towel over it.
"I didn't think anyone else was awake," I explained.
"I always wake up early when camping," she said. "The tent is not so comfortable. But my husband seems to want to sleep till midday. He is not so energetic as you"
She giggled a little, glancing down at my cock and pointing back toward their small tent.
"Hey I think it's a great idea to wake early here," I said. "It's peaceful and look, the kangaroos are still out grazing."
She squealed again in delight and all but clapped her hands at the sight.
" I was about to make Tea," she said. "Would you like some?"
"Sounds good, but I haven't finished my run yet."
"It will take time to make," she said. "Perhaps on your way back?"
"Sure," I grinned. "See you later."
I took off at a run, and made it a quick circuit, down to the woods before turning and slowly jogging back.
By the time I arrived back at their campsite, my cock had returned to a more peaceful state. Miyako had boiled water on a small gas stove and was busy preparing two cups of tea.
"Hi again," she said. "Milk?"
"Please."
She brought the tea to me, and we sat on the riverbank, still half hopeful that the Platypus might re-appear.
"Are you a regular here?" she asked.
"Pretty much," I said. " A few times a year."
"Is that your wife we saw you with at the pool?"
"No," I explained about my wife being overseas and my sister sharing my holiday.
"Oh, you are brave," she said. "Being naked in front of your sister."
"Oh, its no big deal," I lied. "How about you guys? Come here often?"
"No," she said. "First time for us both."
"Enjoying it?"
"Yes, we love it." She smiled. "So....exciting."
"I am glad you like it," I said. "But please stop scaring the wildlife."
"And you," she giggled. "Should stop scaring the guests with your penis."
"Really," I said. "I am sorry about that. I thought I was alone."
"I am just kidding," she said. " My husband has the same problem, it is hard to get used to I suppose."
Just then her husband emerged from the tent and stood up stretching, looking around for his wife. His cock was fully erect and he reached down to scratch his balls as he called her name.
"Over here," said Miyako. "Come and meet Tim! We saw a platypus!"
He strolled over and she introduced him as Mike. As we shook hands I could tell he recognized me as one of the people who spied on his wife giving him head the day before. But rather than being angry with me for sitting there sharing tea with his wife, his face broke out in a grin and he gave me a subtle wink.
Miyako offered him her mug of tea and he drank it greedily, sitting down beside his wife, which left her sitting between us two men. He idly rubbed his cock a couple of times and asked: "So, where is your wife?"
"Oh, she is in Europe," I said. "I am here with my sister."
He raised his eyebrows. "Man, " he said. "You have more balls than me!"
"No he doesn't," Miyako giggled and briefly reached down to cup his scrotum.
Mike leant back and opened his legs wider, inviting her to feel more of him.
"Sorry dude," he said. "We are new to this, and its damn hard not to wake up with a hardon -- rules or no rules."
Miyako ran her hand slowly up and down his erect cock. "Poor baby," she said.
I laughed, "Perhaps I better leave you guys alone." I said
"Hey, we're only teasing," said Mike, and Miyako snatched her hand away from his dick and shrugged at me apologetically. "And what are you doing dressed, baby?" he asked her, tugging at her t-shirt sleeve.
"I got cold last night because YOU did not keep me warm," she said with a grin and peeled off her t-shirt, giving us both a great view of her small conical breasts. I noticed that like on her bum there were the triangular traces of a tan line on each breast, faint against her dark skin, but there and confirming her newfound status as a nudist.
She put her hands behind and leant back on them between us, sticking her small breasts forward with their dark brown surprisingly large nipples jutting out.
"Much better, baby" said Mike. "Wouldn't you agree Tim?"
"For sure," I said. "Everything is better naked."
"Hey, now is a good chance," said Miyako. "Tim, would you take our picture for us?"
"Sure," I said, "Delighted to."
She ran to the tent and came back with a digital camera, and after a brief explanation of its use I was soon snapping away at them; standing arm in arm, hugging each other face to face, looking over their shoulders at me for a rear view shot, and finally sitting together on a large towel close by the water's edge.
"I wish I had more boobs," said Miyako, cupping her small tits in her hand. "Like your sister, Tim."
"They look good on her honey," said Mike. "But on you I like yours just fine."
