The Gulf Coast Move

This is the fifth and final chapter of a series. While the author hopes that this story can stand on its own, this story will make a lot more sense if you have read the previous four chapters of "The Gulf Coast Move." This story draws on some real experiences but is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real person or entity is coincidental and unintentional. As a work of fiction, this story and this series should not be taken as depicting the actual tolerance of public nudity or public sexual conduct in Florida or any other jurisdiction. Additionally, readers should remember that they are reading this story on a website devoted to erotica. The sexual conduct depicted here is not necessarily representative of how most nudists/naturists behave. I apologize because this final chapter ran a bit long. Thank you for reading this.

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The last night of Ellen's and Kent's visit was special. When Samantha and I saw the two of them by our pool, nude in the moonlight and fondling each other, we decided to join them. Ellen and Kent seemed to welcome our presence. The four of us ended up in the pool. Ellen was backed against the side of the pool while Kent fucked her. Samantha and I were right next to them having our nightly session of lovemaking. It was about as close as we would get to a foursome while still honoring Samantha's wish that she and I only have sex with each other. I wished that Ellen and Kent had loosened up earlier in their visit and was sorry that they left the next day.

A couple of days after Ellen and Kent left, Ian called from Tampa. Ian opened the call by saying, "Harry, do you remember when you and Carol first moved in and we told you that I had met Kristen at a clothing optional resort?"

"Yeah, I remember that," I replied.

"And you remember that she worked there at the time and I'd been hired to deal with a security issue?" Ian went on.

"Yes," I said.

"Well," Ian continued, "the same resort has called. They want me to do a thorough security review. They mentioned that their IT systems were older so I thought I could use you to review those. I've tentatively told them I can be there next week. They're willing to comp two rooms Wednesday night through Saturday night. If you're available, I thought we could take the girls and go up there Wednesday evening. You and I can start first thing Thursday morning. The girls can hang out by the pool or whatever. We should be free to join them by Friday afternoon and the four of us can spend the weekend up there."

We'd mutually agreed to early termination of my non-compete with the company to which Carol and I had sold our business, so I asked Ian what he intended to pay me, and his answer seemed reasonable. I also asked Samantha if she wanted to go. I wasn't too interested in going with Ian and Kristen but leaving Samantha behind. Fortunately, Samantha was more than happy to go.

The highlight of that weekend was Saturday night in the resort's nightclub. We had gone there for a little while on Friday night and it had been slow. "Tomorrow night will be a whole lot different unless this place has really changed," Kristen promised. It was.

Samantha and I were not overly enthused about a second night at the night club, but Kristen insisted, and there weren't many other options. Not wanting to dress, we had dinner at the resort's restaurant. The food was only ok but in which we could dine nude. After dinner, the four of us took a nude walk around the resort. Kristen was adamant that we had to wait to go to the night club.

We went into the night club about 9:30 that night. It was about two-thirds full. "It will get a lot busier," Kristen predicted. The four of us were completely nude except for shoes. We were about the only people who were. Most people there were partially dressed in a way that accentuated their exposure. What caught my attention was a blonde with a great body who was wearing only long white gloves, white patent leather boots that stopped just above her knees, and a string of pearls tied around her waist. It was a sexy look.

The night club did fill quickly. Before long, it was impossible to get to the bar without squeezing through a crowd of people. That can be entertaining when you are nude and everyone else is partially nude.

The four of us drank for a while before Samantha insisted on dragging me onto the dance floor. We were able to create a small space to dance in, but we were both rubbing our bare asses against whoever was dancing behind us. What little space we had collapsed when the music changed to a slow song and more people came onto the floor. Samantha and I were just embracing and shuffling our feet. We were both sweaty when we came off the floor.

I slid through people to the bar and got us more drinks. By the time I re-joined Samantha, guys were coming up and asking her to dance with them. Kristen was getting similar attention. Samantha politely declined all requests until a young, very well-built guy asked her. He was naked except for what looked like a pair of compression shorts that had been cut so that his dick and balls hung out in front. Samantha looked at me and followed the young man onto the dance floor when I nodded my head.

Standing amidst the tables sipping my drink, I alternated between watching Samantha dance and stealing glances at Ms. white gloves and white boots. I'm sure that I wasn't the only guy doing that. I was pretty sure that she caught me looking too.

Samantha danced three songs with the young man. As the third song ended, he leaned in and whispered something in Samantha's ear. She laughed but shook her head negatively. The young man looked a little crestfallen as Samantha came off the dance floor and, very ostentatiously, hugged me and gave me a kiss. "What did he say to you?" I asked Samantha.

"He asked me to go to a jacuzzi with him and fuck," she replied.

Before I said anything in response, we were interrupted by Ms. white gloves and white boots. She asked Samantha, "May I borrow him?"

Samantha looked at the woman and at me. She smiled and said "Sure." As the woman took my hand and led me to the dance floor, Samantha whispered in my ear, "Meet you at the jacuzzi?"

I am not a good dancer. The woman, who introduced herself as Jill, didn't seem to mind. As we danced the first, upbeat, number, Jill asked, "Is that your wife?"

"Not officially," I replied, "but we live together."

"She's a very beautiful woman." Jill said. I agreed.

We danced two upbeat songs together. I started off the floor when a slow song started but Jill grabbed my hand. "Hey!" she said. She wrapped her arms tightly around me and started to lead. Her bare tits were pressed against my chest. I glanced over at Samantha, who was smiling thank God, and tentatively but my arms around Jill's upper back. Jill reached behind herself and pulled my left hand down onto her bare ass. Jill was rubbing her triangle and bare thighs against my dick. I glanced at Samantha again. She was still smiling. I thought, "what the fuck? Go with it," and held Jill much tighter.

Rubbing against Jill got me semi-hard. When the song finished, she took a step back, looked down at my dick, and said, "Did I do that? Naughty me." Jill gave me a kiss on the lips. "That was fun," Jill said, "but I need to give you back to the beauty you came with." Jill led me back over to Samantha. Nodding her head down towards my dick, Jill told Samantha, "I got him ready for you."

Samantha laughed. "That's fine," she said, "so long as I finish him."

After dancing with Jill, I thought that it would be wise to focus my attention exclusively on Samantha. We sipped our drinks for a time, saying nothing, and looking in each other's eyes. I reaffirmed in my mind that I was living with the greatest woman alive.

A few minutes later, Kristen appeared again. "It's stifling in here," she said. "Want to go outside?" Samantha nodded and we followed Kristen, sliding between people, to where Ian stood by the door. It was immediately much quieter when we went outside.

The night club was in a building near the main pool. We walked among the empty lounge chairs until Samantha pointed at the outdoor shower. "There are still towels out," she said, "I could really use a shower." The four of us showered as people walked past going to or from the night club.

After our shower, we walked towards the small "lake" (really a pond) that was beyond the pools and Jacuzzis. There were a few people in some of the Jacuzzis and, from the sounds, I inferred that the prohibition on overt sexual activity in the public areas was not enforced at night. The lake had a small beach. There were no lights. Kristen and Ian walked off one direction along the beach while Samantha and I went the other. We were alone, walking along the beach naked and holding hands. I could hear some sort of birds in the woods on the opposite side of the lake.

When we'd nearly reached the end of the beach, Samantha stopped and faced me. "You know I love you very much," she said.

"I love you," I replied. We kissed. Samantha stroked my dick and I played with her clit.

Suddenly, Samantha said, "right here," jumped up a bit, and wrapped her legs around me. I cupped my hands under her ass as she slid down my body until I was inside of her. I stood in the sand holding Samantha, helping her ride up and down on my dick as we resumed our kiss. It took a great deal of effort, but most good things do.

Samantha and I were so engrossed with each other that we were not aware that a third couple was walking along the until they were right beside us and the woman said, "nice!" Samantha came a few seconds later and then I shot inside her. It wasn't the best orgasm ever, but I was proud that we'd pulled off sex standing up. Because I was suddenly slightly dizzy, I slowly bent down until I could sit back in the sand. I was still holding Samantha and was still inside of her. As I sat down, Samantha gently pushed me back so that I was lying in the sand on my back with her on top of me. Out of the corner of an eye, I saw the other couple standing a few feet away. The man had a hand on his partner's breast. She had his dick in her hand.

I'm not sure what Kristen and Ian did by the lake but they both had sand on themselves when we saw them again. The four of us took a second shower outside by the pool.

Except for my occasional project with Ian, our life was essentially a perpetual vacation. I was fine with that, but I sensed that Samantha wanted something more to do. Consequently, I was pleased when Samantha's friend Ellen called with an opportunity. As Samantha explained it to me, Ellen had another friend who worked for a huge media company. The company had created a subsidiary to operate online "channels" showing content focused on particular lifestyles. One, "Nude Frontiers," was focused on non-sexual nudism/naturism. The company was looking for people to supply content.

Samantha had a long phone call with someone at Nude Frontiers. She e-mailed them her resume and a video report she'd done for the Milwaukee TV station where she used to work. That led to a second call inviting her to submit an audition video on something to do with nudism. "Oh," Samantha added, "I'm supposed to appear nude in the video."

Samantha had a very good video camera that was surprisingly light and compact. With it was a wireless microphone that had a reliable range of about 15 feet from the camera. We talked to Gulf Coast Naturists, who agreed to let Samantha video their next outing. "I'll be doing interviews in the video," Samantha told me. "You'll have to shoot the video." Of course, I'd do whatever was necessary to help Samantha. I was fine with the technology, but it took some practice for me to get the "artistic" aspects of shooting the video such as properly framing the shot and being conscious of light and shadow. Fortunately, Samantha had a program, and the skill, to edit the video after I took it.

With extensive help from the Gulf Coast Naturists, we made what I thought was a great audition video and sent it to Nude Frontiers. Samantha was getting a bit anxious when a couple of weeks had passed without any word from them. Finally, Samantha got another call. I stayed in another room. It was a long call and I had a sense that some negotiating was going on. Samantha came into my room when she finished the call.

"Here's the deal," Samantha told me. "They like our work. They want us to supply videos, approximately 25 minutes in length, on nudist/naturist activities in North America. If they assign us to something, they'll handle getting the permissions to tape. If they approve a project we propose, we do whatever is needed to record without repercussions. They'd like two videos a month, but that's flexible both ways. They'll pay all our expenses, travel, lodging, etc., but they won't pay a fee for the work. They think that the benefit to us is going to nudist activities at their expense. I told them we'd do it."

Our first assignment was to cover a "Bare Buns" race/fun run at a resort a bit north of Tampa. Nude Frontiers had already secured permission from the organizer for us to take video. Nonetheless, Samantha and I drove up there the day before the race. We met with the woman who handled the resort's media relations. After explaining who we were and what we were going to do, the woman said, "Ok, so you'll be nude," pointing at Samantha, "and you'll be clothed," pointing at me.

"No," Samantha replied, "we'll both be nude."

"That's much better," the woman replied smiling.

Samantha intended to run the race. She insisted that I could not take good video if I was also running. I think Samantha's real concern was whether I could finish a 10K run. Anyway, the media relations woman showed us the course. That let us identify good spots for me to record video and allowed me to find the shortcuts between those spots. I had spots at the start, at about 3K and 7K, and at the finish. I was confident that I could move from one spot to the other ahead of even the fastest runners.

We were at the resort early on race day so that Samantha could find runners to interview and, hopefully, one to feature. She found Lynn Martin, a 25-year-old from Jacksonville. Lynn was a serious runner and had run cross country in college. Samantha interviewed Lynn before the race. Lynn was clothed. Samantha and I were nude. The highlight of the pre-race interview was Lynn explaining how she had come to run the race.

"I run maybe 25 races like this a year and one or two marathons," Lynn explained. "I'm not a nudist and I've never run naked before. My boyfriend saw an ad for this race online and dared me to run. I thought, 'what the hell, it will be a new experience.'" Later in the interview, Lynn said, "Yeah, I'm pretty nervous. Everyone here is very nice, but the idea of taking off all of my clothes and running away from them is pretty scary."

Lynn was kind enough to let us video her undressing for the race. I recorded her and Samantha starting the race and then sprinted to my spot at the 3K point. I may not have run in the race that day, but I did a lot of running. Samantha was still running with Lynn at the 3K point, but Lynn had pulled away from everyone by 7K. I got some good video from behind the finish line of Lynn coming in and breaking the tape, nude but for her shoes, with her ponytail flapping behind her. A couple of minutes later, I got video from behind as Samantha finished the race.

We interviewed Lynn again after the race. Both she and Samantha were nude this time. Among other things, Lynn's post-race comments included, "Yeah, I'll definitely do more nude runs. This was great! Now, I've got to get my boyfriend to take his clothes off. Look! He's still dressed!"

There was a post-race party and cookout at the resort. However, Samantha and I left soon after the race so that Samantha could edit the three hours of video I had shot and send it to Nude Frontiers. She e-mailed the edited video off around midnight that night. I was pleasantly surprised that the video was up on the Nude Frontiers website the following afternoon. Except for the insertion of some ads, it was exactly as Samantha had sent it. I took that as a good sign.

A couple of weeks later, we were boarding a cruise ship in San Juan to cover a nude Caribbean cruise. I don't recall exactly how many hours of video I shot, but it was a lot and Samantha must have interviewed at least 50 or 60 people, including cruise ship staff. My favorite part, which made it into the hour-long version posted on the website, was shot during a stop in St. Maarten. Four couples had agreed to let us follow them. We followed them clothed as they shopped in Phillipsburg. We all took a cab to a place on the French side of the island called Orient Bay, which had a well-known nude beach. I was told that there had been a pretty nice clothing optional resort right on the beach that had been largely destroyed by a storm a couple of years earlier.

The video that I liked was of the four couples and Samantha getting out of the cab clothed. They walked to the beach and looked around. Then, all nine of them stripped down on the beach. (I had stripped before I started recording that segment).

Once we were home, Samantha edited our material down to an hour and submitted it. Nude Frontiers posted the entire video.

A couple of days after Samantha sent in the cruise video, we got a call at home from Lynn Martin. Samantha put Lynn on speaker so that I could listen in. "Yesterday I watched the video you posted of the race in Lutz," Lynn said. "I had to do a bit of searching online to get your phone number. I had to talk to you."

Although Lynn had agreed that we could video her, the part that made it into the final version showing her approaching the finish was full frontal. I was concerned that Lynn was going to complain about that and ask that the video be taken down. I was a little anxious until Lynn continued.

"That video is fantastic," Lynn declared. "My parents even like it. I sent a link to my college coach and my old teammates. Is there any way that I can get a copy?"

"I really don't know," Samantha said. "We don't own it. I'll find out for you."

"Thank you. Thank you also for doing the video and getting me involved with it," Lynn said. Samantha was able to persuade Nude Frontiers to send Lynn a copy of the video. Without telling Nude Frontiers, we sent Lynn an unedited copy of all the video we had shot that day.

Over the next several months, Samantha and I did pieces on Wreck Beach, Black's Beach, nude canoeing, even a nude square dance group. Then we were assigned to do a piece on a club near Las Vegas. Nude Frontiers had already gotten the club's permission for us to record there on a specific day. Samantha's boss at Nude Frontiers warned us that this piece might have more sexual content than what we had been doing and the company might decide to post it on a different, subscription site.

The club was only a short drive from the airport. The outside was not that impressive. Inside the lobby was a reception desk in front of a solid wall with one door. The door had a sign taped on it warning people that we would be taking video that day. The receptionist told us that the membership fee, waived for us, was $ 200 per person per year, payable upfront. Membership was only open to couples and this facility was strictly heterosexual. There was a sister club a few blocks away catering to gays and lesbians. Membership bought you use of the facilities. Services, such as massage, were extra. Full nudity was required throughout the club and you were required to sit on a towel at all times except in the jacuzzi. Offensive comments and non-consensual touching of others would result in immediate expulsion and cancellation of membership with no refund.