She loved being nude. Other interests had changed over the years, but this one thing had been true since Caroline's early teens: she always wanted to be naked. It had never occurred to her to join a nudist organization until urban sprawl destroyed her private vacation spots: a part of a river here or a remote clump of trees over there. She soon explored nudist resorts whenever she could, but she knew she could never live in one – for one thing her job was in the city, much too far a commute. Within her own apartment Caroline tended to walk around all or mostly naked, but she longed for the outdoors.
How insane it was in society to have healthiness against the law. In the heat of the summer, why don clothing at all? At a pool or beach, what purpose do small, constricting swimsuits serve beyond supporting the fashion industry, and giving cops a reason to wander around staring at and harassing barely-clad women? Consequently, she was delighted at a resort to meet Stewart and Lisa, a married nudist couple who lived only an hour from her. Their house was mostly secluded and they often sat out nude, or soaked in the hot tub that way. Would she like to visit? Hell yeah!
Caroline quickly adopted the habit of visiting her new friends often. The best part was that absolutely no sexual overtones were involved; she could fully relax because gender issues, ironically, are less important when all parties are unclothed. Although she couldn't visit there as often as she liked, she was there for parts of most weekends. Eventually, whenever Stewart and Lisa would be away, they invited her to still stopover at the house if she wished.
So on Saturday she drove to her favorite "resort" as the only member present. She let herself in the house with the key they had generously given her (how lucky she was to have friends like them, she thought), then quickly disrobed in the living room. Even though they wouldn't return for a week, she still kept her things tidy out of respect before bounding out the back door to her favorite spot.
When it was cold she loved the hot tub – nothing better, but in the late afternoon of a lazy, mild summer day, she enjoyed a sunny recess of the manicured lawn, a curve near the flowerbeds that reminded her of one of her favorite children's stories, "The Secret Garden." With a sense of ownership of that spot, she unfolded the old thick Mexican blanket that was just the right size for her; even its muted blue and grey pattern somehow relaxed her more. She sat on the blanket and arranged her things on it: her current Carl Sagan book, a bottle of water, sunscreen, hat, and cocktail. Normally when sunbathing she avoided alcohol, but if doing so in the evenings she allowed herself one very iced vodka and fruit juice with lots of water. Snuggling onto the soft wool blanket she couldn't imagine life getting much better than that. After a few sips of her cocktail she lay down on her back, her hands pillowing her head.
With the sun dropping in the sky, she had the top of her head toward it to keep her eyes in the shade, but when she turned over to read, she spun around so she was feet to the sun. This way, her eyes were again in the shade, but moreover the light landed on her inner thighs and ass, a delicious pleasure she wondered if others felt. At resorts, for modesty sake, she couldn't spread her legs out for full enjoyment, but there in her almost secret hideaway she could assume any position she liked. So sometimes her right leg would be to her side at nearly a ninety-degree angle, or at other times her left leg.
She was in no mood for serious reading, she realized setting the book aside, and in preparation of relaxing further she stretched out slowly. Although she addressed all parts of her body, she especially enjoyed stretching her legs and even practiced the side and front splits. As she did, she giggled that it was a good thing she was on a blanket because doing splits over the trimmed grass while nude ... well, that would tickle at the very least! Lying on her stomach after finishing her drink, she positioned herself to get the maximum effect of the sun on her ass.
Why did it always turn her on? As a nudist she learned to shave her whole body (other than her eyebrows and scalp, of course) to increase the sensations of being naked, to feel even more the air on her skin. So the sun kissing her parted ass cheeks and shaved pussy felt even more glorious. She felt truly sorry for all the people who had never experienced this, and squirmed with greedy delight under the touch of the sun's rays. She began to think of men she had known, experiences she had had, and soon felt a moistness and increased heat. Her head turned sideways and tucked into her left arm, she smiled with eyes closed at the eroticism of flirtation with nature, of seduction by the sun.
Several pleasant, dreamy, drowsy minutes meandered by when she suddenly heard an unknown male voice beside her say, "Please keep your eyes closed. You are totally safe, and I want to tell you something." A shudder of fear flashed through her, until her mind reassured her with precisely that which had frightened her; she hadn't heard him approach, so this stranger with the resonating strong yet gentle voice could have been standing there for a long time. Had he wanted to hurt her he had certainly had his chances. Slightly intoxicated by her mood as much as the Grey Goose, she kept her eyes closed and replied, "okay."
"Someday, if you look closely, you can see my house in the distance from here, mostly obscured by trees. Astronomy is a hobby of mine so I have a telescope on my deck, and through it I admit to peeking around at times at the surface of this planet and not just on those of other planets. So I've seen Stewart and Lisa before sitting out nude with their friends but never cared anything about it, barely glanced. When you started to come here alone, I found myself timing my outdoor studies with your sunbathing routine. Quite simply, you fascinate me. I don't know anything about you other than your beautiful body and your evident pleasure from nature. I want you to know that I have been watching you ... and that thinking of you really excites me. I would like to continue to look at you right now, and to touch you to prove to me you are not simply a fantasy."
Caroline was stunned at first, her social instructions caused her to feel nearly insulted that he had rudely invaded Stewart and Lisa's privacy as well as hers. But as he continued, she found herself respecting his manners, his intent in telling her this, his simple honesty. When he had said why he wanted to touch her, she realized that was her thought too ... was this voice only her sun-drenched illusion? He had asked her nothing and no words came to her, so she remained still except for a slight shifting that betrayed her growing excitement. A few moments later he whispered much closer to her, "I am going to put a blindfold on you so I can look at you without interruption and so you can concentrate on your pleasure."
Her mind battled with determining if he could be real or not, if she should protest or not, but before her thoughts had gone far she felt a broad, strong hand lift her head and slip a foam sleeping mask over her eyes, velcroing the straps behind her head, and thereby removing all sight. Most blindfolds allow a bit of peeking, but not this one. She accepted this refreshingly, as if it was of course the right thing to do, a gentlemanly courtesy like opening a door for her. That was it – he was a gentleman. By a change in his breathing she knew he was also clearly very much a man, one excited by the erotic sight of her at his feet.
The blindfold secure, he asked her to turn over for him. Amazing the difference it made to her simply because he had said to do it "for him," because what had felt like a command suddenly became an endearing request that she could not refuse. She did so slowly, as if revealing her body to him for the first time even though she guessed, correctly, that he knew her figure by heart. His quiet "Thank you ... oh god, you're beautiful!" warmed her further, made her ache to rub herself. She wanted to please him in a way that the blindfold enabled, gave her permission to be in the mindset they both clearly desired.
She had expected him to do something, though what she couldn't have guessed. She was unprepared for him to say, "Please turn over again." Disappointed, offended perhaps, yet compliant, she turned back onto her stomach. "Thank you for that. What I really want to see is your ass. It has always turned me on so much that you have no tan-lines anywhere, especially there. When I saw how you position yourself to the sun, I understood how you accomplished this. Please do that for me." Caroline smiled, thankful for a reason to wiggle a bit in her growing excitement as she parted her legs. The nearly setting sun was still strong enough to warm her throbbing pussy and to heat her ass. She had to touch the blindfold to remind herself that this was real and not merely fantasy.
"Yes, precisely like that. Now, just spread your legs a bit further and raise your ass a little higher." Her pussy was now off the blanket and longed even more for touch. "I can't help it, my Roman Goddess, you have me stroking my cock that is so damned hungry for you.... Naturally you can't see me, but I'm now also nude, and intensely hard because of you."
