The following is a work of fiction, submitted for the National Nude Day contest. I hope you like what you read, and ask you to please take the time to vote when you are done. Feedback is welcome. Thank you for spending a few minutes with me.
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There was something to be said about being self employed. I am in the money business, so I could easily regale you with statistics about net worth, retained assets, and quality of life. But in this case, it wasn't even my career that brought about the opportunity. It was my wife's.
As a consequence of her career, she has to periodically engage in re-certification or continuing education classes. These are offered in various locations world-wide, and we often try to schedule them in such a way to allow me to accompany her. I believe the current terminology for this is a 'biz-cation', and one of these is what brought us to Hawaii. Sure, she could have taken the classes closer to home, but where's the fun in that? It was even better for me, as there was no 'biz' in my vacation at all.
We had checked in to our resort, and I walked out the sliding doors onto the patio of our room. As a ground floor unit, we had the ability to walk out straight onto the beach, with its scattered population of palms, and then to the water's edge. We were on a small lagoon, and the setting was idyllic. White sand, azure water, and clear blue skies of brilliant sunshine. Truly paradise.
Day one of our Hawaiian stay dawned early. Way too fucking early. Damn jet lag. Last night, we were too tired to stay up, and we woke at what would have been around our normal time.... if we had been at home, five time zones away. The good news is that I was able to go for a wander around the lagoon, and got some fabulous pictures of a Hawaiian sunrise, with silhouetted palms in the foreground. We also had the distinction of being the first in the restaurant for breakfast.
We got back to the room, and my wife headed out for her class, while I asked myself what the hell I was doing up so early on my vacation, and went back to bed.
I woke up three hours later. Taking a drink with me, I decided to sit out on the patio and review the morning's photos on my DSLR. I was just getting started when I saw something interesting out of the corner of my eye.
She was wearing a big, floppy hat, a t-shirt, and a cover-up around her hips, but even though I had no overt reason to do so, I found myself compelled to watch her. There was something about her walk. It was.... unique. She moved with cat-like grace and confidence, in stark contrast to the average tourist.
I watched her as she placed her towel on the sand, perhaps thirty feet away from me. She kicked off her sandals, and I noticed her feet; very petite, and very pretty. I don't have a foot fetish by any means, but they were very sexy looking.
She unwrapped her cover-up, and that's when things got very interesting. Her legs were spectacular. I couldn't help myself. I raised the camera and took a photo. Even though I could only see her from mid-thigh down, due to the oversized t-shirt, she definitely had my attention. Her calves had a level of muscularity usually only seen in athletes. Even flat footed, they were incredible. I can only imagine what high heels would do for their shape. The half of her thighs I could see seemed to match the calves in muscle tone.
She removed the hat, revealing a mane of blonde hair that tumbled loosely over her shoulders. I took another picture. She still had her back to me when she fluidly peeled the shirt up and off. What I saw made me take another pic. Actually, several, as I zoomed in.
Her ass was perfect. Absolutely perfect. I hit the review button on the camera, so I could inspect her butt more closely without getting slapped in the face. She was wearing a royal blue bikini, and the bottom half was a thong, so the spectacular curves of her behind were on full display. She had the classic heart shaped ass that so many men drool over, and it flowed smoothly down to those firm, shapely thighs and calves like a waterfall of sexuality.
By the time I looked up again, she was bending over, straight legged, to adjust her towel. My dick twitched a second before my shutter finger did, and I took another half dozen shots of her ass in its upturned position. I reviewed the pics one more time, and that's when I noticed the expression on her face, which was visible between her legs in two of the frames.
"Holy shit!" I said when I saw it. She still had her sunglasses on, but there was no mistaking it. She was smiling, right at me and the camera. She knew I was there, and was giving me a show!
Stunned, I looked up to see her kneeling on her towel, now facing me. She pulled her shades down a bit, and winked. I quickly brought the camera up and captured the wink, and the smile that followed.
If I thought the rear view was spectacular, then the front was equally impressive. Her breasts were round and beautifully proportioned for her body. The smooth, tanned orbs filled her bikini top to capacity, and were full enough that they projected slightly beyond the sides of her ribcage. Cleavage to die for was bridged by the single string of her top. I took a few more shots. She reached up with both arms, stretching like a very sexy cat.
I love it when women do that. Raising the arm lifts the muscle the breast rides on, and thereby the breast itself. Raising both arms also spreads the breasts apart slightly, and I made sure I had plenty of shots of this effect. My cock was getting very stiff, what with her incredible rack being displayed so graciously for me.
She laid down on her back, allowing me to look straight down her cleavage. Reviewing those photos revealed two distinct bumps in the royal blue spandex that cradled her luscious globes, caused by her very erect nipples.
For about twenty minutes, she absorbed the sun's rays in this position. I began to think, with understandably great regret, that my private show was over. My concerns were premature.
The blonde goddess rolled over, peeking at me again. With one hand, she untied the string behind her back, then the one at her neck. Heaven forbid she should get tan lines. I could now see the firm, round flesh of her breasts crushed against her towel. A few more frames, before she rocked up on her elbows.
"Oh my god!" was all I could say. I was now treated to a full view of her breasts, including her rosy nipples, standing out like little bullets from the centre of areolas slightly larger than poker chips, and dusty rose in colour. I took several frames of this pose, including those when she slid her glasses down her nose, peeked over the top, and smiled. When I say I took several frames, I mean it. A six second burst at eight frames per second certainly qualifies as several.
My cock was doing an impression of a palm tree in my shorts. By now, the blonde was back down flat on her stomach. I briefly considered heading inside to abuse myself, but thought better of it. As long as she was here, my camera and I were going to be vigilant.
I know what you're thinking :"What would your wife say if she caught you taking pictures of this woman on the beach?" If you knew my wife, you wouldn't need to ask. This is the woman whose only concern about our considerable porn collection is whether the starlet's tits are big enough. Not for my pleasure, but her own. She has occasionally pointed out an exceptional rack that may have escaped my attention, although that is rarely the case. I have what she has termed 'boob radar', or 'boob-dar', and she is fine with that. She has a considerable set of Double D breasts herself. As long as my physical appreciation is limited to her body, she doesn't mind if I look at other women. She was going to love these pictures, and would undoubtedly be masterbating furiously while I told her about my day.
The blonde was tying her strings. How the hell do women do that? Blind and behind their backs? Quite the skill. Anyway, she was up on her hands and knees, and I got several more shots of her hanging bust. The deep valley of her cleavage made it pretty clear that her incredibly beautiful breasts were natural, and they swayed with her every movement. She turned her ass back toward me, sweeping stray sand off the towel. When she had her butt pointed straight at me, she paused.
One hand reached back, and adjusted her thong. She tugged it out of her ass crack, and held it aside for a few seconds.
Her gloriously bare pussy and asshole stared back at me through the viewfinder. I actually froze for a second, before my left hand zoomed in tighter and my right index finger locked down on the shutter. While the camera churned away, she slipped a finger between her puffy pink lips, and a little string of her nectar clung to her fingertip on its removal. She was obviously enjoying putting herself on display, as much as I was watching her do so.
She readjusted her thong so she was now covered again, or as much as any thong does. With sudden haste, she got to her feet, wrapped the cover-up around her hips, and collected her belongings. Within seconds she was gone.
I cursed under my breath, and headed inside myself, with as much style as my rock hard erection would allow. I had just closed the sliding glass door when there was a knock on the room door. I dropped the camera on the bed and went to answer it.
When I swung the door open, all I could do is stand there, stunned.
"Oh, thank god I counted the rooms right, " the blonde said as she breezed in, glancing at the not so subtle bulge in my shorts. "I'm married, so I can't let you fuck me, but I need to get myself off right now, or I'm going to scream." Two quick pulls had her bikini top laying on the floor, to be followed seconds later by her wrap and thong.
