The World Of Art

This story is a continuation of my first work titled "The Nudist Day". Reading the predecessor will give you an outline of the context of the characters' actions. Although you can still enjoy both stories separately.

Thank you, for the high ratings and over 11k views. Your warm welcome has motivated me to work even harder. I paid special attention to the use of synonyms for frequently repeated words and grammar.

I hope you will enjoy this story. I ended the adventure with a little cliffhanger, so if you receive it as warmly as the previous one, I'll have a hook to write the continuation.

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The day was warm. It was Saturday, half of July, so the summer holidays were already in. Owen's parents took their kids for two weeks, so Kate and Owen had the time for themselves, like back in their early days. They went out for a walk, and in the forest growing nearby. It grew mainly oak, birch, and pine trees.

Beautiful and warm sun rays were sweeping through the treetops. The scent of resin and flowers hung in the air. Like a young couple, they were silently contemplating the beauty of the world around them.

"Sweetheart, do you remember our trip to the Nudist Day at the water park?" Kate asked.

"I do, Luv, and it still warms me up," Owen replied flirtatiously.

"Owen, I miss that thrill... I miss the feeling of freedom and feelings I experienced there."

Owen contemplated her words for a while, and asked, "Do you want me to strip you in public again?"

"I do!" Kate replied in no time, looking straight into her husband's eyes.

"That's making me horny, Luv," Owen said, "but honestly, for now, I have no idea where we could do it. Maybe you'd like to pose for a nude art class? Or go to a nude beach?"

"I thought that, but honestly, I want something more intense. Or less usual," Kate answered, still analyzing her possibilities.

"More intense? Wow!" said Owen, and instantly he added, "I don't recognize you, Madam."

And they both laughed.

"I promise to think of your needs and propose some solutions," Owen said cheerfully. Kate planned to think about some ideas, too.

A young deer grazing in a clearing nearby interrupted their further conversation. The couple stood in silence, huddled together, admiring the animal. It was a young deer and might have been a female because it lacked antlers. Its beautiful brown fur sparkled gold in the sunlight. She was unaware of being watched and calmly found the juiciest and most nutritious foals for herself.

When the deer finally realized, she's being observed, she quickly, in just few jumps, disappeared into the thicket.

"Let's go, Kate. I need a cup of coffee."

"Outstanding Idea! Let's go to 'The girls'. I want coffee too and a pineapple mouse they do on their own," Kate proposed, strongly keeping Owen's hand in her own.

"Pineapple mousse! That's the deal! Buy one, two person benefits!" Owen replied, grinning widely.

"You pervert! Only one thing on your mind!" Kate laughed.

"You've married me because of that, haven't you?"

"That's my secret...," said Kate, flirting with her husband.

Kate looked fabulous in her neck hanging, ankle length dress made of swift, red-colored fabric. Although it was quite loose-fitting, on every move the cloth closely wrapped around her lovely curves, showing to the entire world her beautiful figure.

It was about 20 minutes of walk to reach 'The girls' cafe. The way they had to go was vivid and romantic. The couple walked slowly through the woods, enjoying their time together. Despite many years together, their love was as strong as on the day they became a couple.

When they were passing by the meadow sunlit in a vibrant summer bloom, crimson poppies, blue cornflowers, and white daisies stood tall, their colors intensified by the bright light. Sweet, earthy scents of sun-warmed blossoms filled the air, and a gentle breeze made the flowers sway in a delicate, rhythmic dance. Bees and butterflies moved lazily between petals, adding a soft hum to the quiet, sunlit world, planter an idea in Owen's mind.

"Baby, I've got an idea," Owen started, growing impatient for Kate's response.

"Tell me," she answered, placing her palm on his butt.

"The weather is hot. I think you would feel much better in this dress when not having anything under." That was right. As the dress was neck-hanging, Kate has been wearing a bra with no shoulder straps that was quite tight. Beside that she had on herself color-matching, red cotton knickers.

"Oh, I don't know, Honey. My nipples will poke out through the fabric of my dress...," she said with a scent of tease in her voice. If the careful observer would read in people's mind, he would know already that she was thinking about the same thing even before Owen expressed it in his words.

"Where are the flaws?" Owen asked her, while hugging her in her waist.

"I don't want to make anyone upset, Darling."

"You have my guarantee that no one could be ever upset looking at you," he smiled and added, "You can keep my word."

Kate stopped and pulled Owen by his hand, so they were facing each other. She put her hands on his waist while he embraced her in his arms. First, they flicked the tips of their noses a few times, just to start delicately kissing themselves. Owen was delicately biting Kate's lips just before their tongues rubbed with lustful pleasure.

Suddenly, she pushed her lover away, threw her long hair back, leaving her hand on the back of her head. In that pose, every ray of sunshine highlighted her fabulous curves. She thrust her astonishing breasts forward, making them even more emphasized.

"You want it, you make it," she teased her husband.

He needed no more instructions. Owen reached behind her back, unclasping her bra. The warmth of his hands on her skin made her pleasant and safe. He pulled her bra from under the dress and stowed it in his waist bag. Only now did Kate realize how uncomfortable it was. And how sweaty she was under that part of her garment. The dress was so loose that, if Owen would untie the neck strap, she would stand there naked in her glory in less than a heartbeat.

After stowing her, not needed anymore garment, he crouched down before her and while traveling down over her body, caressing every inch, he reached the down of her dress. Then he wandered up again, but now on the bare skin of her legs. When he reached the waistband of her knickers, he put his fingers inside and with a calm but firm move, he removed her panties.

She stepped out of it complainingly with his will, as expressed by the movement of his hands.

Her knickers joined her bra in his waist bag. Owen stood up, kissed his wife again while caressing her waist under her dress. This made her a little exposed, as the whole dress went up after his arm. She enjoyed the sparks in his eyes, the kisses, and the feeling of every blow of the wind. She could now feel every gust lost between the hair on her pussy, gently caressing her flower of love.

Martin, the owner of 'The girls' cafe, waved the just when they went through the doors. The name of that place was a tribute to his wife and three daughters. Kate and Owen lived in a small neighborhood near the capital. You know, this kind of place where everyone knows everyone. Happily, in this case, it was a positive flaw. There were no envious gossipers in the neighbourhood.

"Hello Guys, how are you doing?" Martin said when we came to the counter, "The usual for you?"

"Hi Martin," Kate said, echoed by the Owen. "We're good. Just returning from the walk in the woods. How about yourself?"

"I'm good. Today is a busy day here," he said, trying to look into Kate's eyes, but it was inevitable he spotted she was not wearing any bra.

"Latte for me. The big one," said Owen.

"Same for me. And do you have your pineapple mousse, Martin?" Kate added.

"Two big lattes, as usual and a pineapple mousse. It's not ready yet, but I'll make it for you in a few minutes," Martin replied with a warm smile on his face. "Especially for you," he added with a barely noticeable wink.

The cafe was bright, with a lot of deep, cushioned seats, and loft-like decorations. The table tops and wall paneling were made from a stripping wood from an old barn or something like that.

Kate pointed to a table in the room's corner. "We'll sit there".

"Feel free! I'll bring your goods to the table," said Martin and went to prepare their coffee and the mousse.

Both were grinning when they took their places.

"You're blushing, Kate," noticed Owen, winking at his wife.

"He noticed! Did you see how he was peeking at my boobs?"

"Of course, he did, Baby," and I saw in his eyes that he loves what he sees.

"I feel embarrassed," said Kate, still blushing and crossing her hands on her breasts to hide them as much as possible.

"Embarrassed or horny, sweetheart?" Owen asked, piercing her with his eyes.

She knew she was horny. Her pussy was already wet and Kate wondered if she'll make a wet spot on her dress, giving the evidence of her arousal to the public.

"Horny and embarrassed. I mean... It's hot. But it's Martin. We know each other."

"So what, Luv?" I'm sure you're not the only girl coming here braless.

Kate put her hands down, as she felt much more comfortable with herself. Owen was right. She has personally seen women, their neighbours, being braless here or somewhere else, but those wore women built much differently than Kate. Those girls had A-cups, so it was much less prominent for them to go braless.

"Here's your coffee and the mousse," her wonders were abruptly interrupted by Martin, when he came to their table bringing the order.

"Thank you, Martin!" Both said at the same time.

"My pleasure! And you look stunning, Kate. As always!" replied Martin, making Kate blush again and Owen grinning widely. "I would love to talk with you, Guys, but guests are waiting. Please enjoy!" and he left to serve others.

They knew many of the people in the room, at least by sight. There was also a group of cyclists at the table nearby. Since it was near the bike paths and the forest, cyclists and horse riders frequently stopped at the cafe for a safe and comfortable rest.

Kate felt her nipples were stiffening when she realized a woman and a man, they looked like a couple, from the cyclists table were glancing at her. The thrill of arousal begun to concentrate in her body, guiding her mind into the paths of lust and desire. Not so long ago, she couldn't even imagine herself in such a situation. The embarrassment and feeling of disgrace would kill her instantly. But now it was new Kate. Liberated, self conscious, really enjoying her femininity.

"It's warm here," she said and pulled up her dress, draping it over her thighs, exposing her shapely calves and knees. She spread her legs, taking a relaxed pose, began to move the airy fabric so that the resulting breeze cooled her tanned body a little. Resulting in incidentally showing her pussy to whom was looking in her direction too.

"Wow!" Owen said, while feeling the blood fill blood vessels in his cheeks. And not only his cheeks, as Kate remarked on the bulge in his trousers.

She giggled, and she saw the cyclist woman looking at her, piercing her with her eyes. And licking her lips discreetly. A shiver of horror ran down her spine. In less than a heartbeat than she understood, she realized she had given in to her desire. Here, in the cafe, to the eyes of known and unknown people. She was looking around in tense, trying to guess if someone else has seen her exposure.

It looked like that girl and Owen were the only ones honored with the graceful view of her furry peach. She took a deep breath, finished her mousse, and gulped the last sip of her latte.

The woman wasn't looking at her anymore. Kate knew that when leaving the place, they'll have to walk just a few inches from her. Will she comment? Will their gazes meet? So many questions, so little answers.

"May I bring something for you, Honey, or should we go?" Owen broke the stream of her thoughts. Kate was happy to leave at the moment. It was still 15 to 20 minutes of walk to their home, and she was wet and horny.

"Let's go, I need you in a much more intimate way, Darling," she replied. Owen didn't need any other incentive. They left the table, said their goodbyes, and headed for the exit. Cyclist woman was not looking at them directly, and Kate walked by unconcerned.

"Sorry, miss!" she heard the woman's voice behind her. "I think you've dropped out," and the woman gave her a cash receipt. Definitely, it wasn't Kate's one. The receipt had a phone number and name Marie written on the back. She understood in the in a glance, took the receipt and thanked.

Owen was already at the doors, so she caught up with him, and they left happy. Owen was unaware of what happened just a second ago. The dress had little pockets, so Kate put the receipt into, while declaring the love to her husband.

On Monday, Owen was sitting in the conference room of his office. During the typical Monday status meeting, the team reviewed last week's goals, discussed their achievements, and planned for the next week. Owen was bored. His team was ahead of schedule of the project.

Also, they introduced a new girl named Marie to the team. She was a new assistant architect. Her name was like enlightenment for Owen. Years ago, he had a friend called Marie. She was an artist, mostly interested in modern forms of art.

Maybe Marie could help fulfill her wife desires. And his own. Owen was more than happy to expose his wife to the world to see. Both have been enjoying her exposure, but in other ways. Nevertheless, their sex after was great and liberated like never before.

"Hi Owen, a long time mate!" Marie has answered the phone after just a few signals.

"Hi Marie, sorry for not calling you more often. Do you remember my wife, Kate?" Owen asked, moving to the point.

Marie remembered Kate. Before kids, they were partying together with a few other friends. But when Kate gave birth to their first child, there were not so many parties after. Also, the friendships have changed. People having kids were spending time together while childless were enjoying their life in freedom.

Owen described Marie their adventures, and Kate's desire to expose herself. They discussed the details of their attendance on the Nudist Day, and discussions they had after. He also pointed at Kate's behaviour in the cafe.

"OMG, it's so hot!" said Marie. Their games enthralled her. "I have some idea already! Just let me confirm with my girlfriend, Jenny," she added enthusiastically.

And they finished the call. Owen was surprised to find out that Marie had a girlfriend. He didn't know she was a lesbian. Or maybe bi? But that was not really important now. The matter was to enable Kate to realize her dreams. And his own.

He was already driving home when the phone rang. It was Marie.

"Hi Owen! Listen, Jen and I have this idea...," Marie said and described the details of what have they had come up with.

The evening was peaceful and warm. Although the sun was slowly setting, it was still almost 30 centigrade outside. The rhythmic chirping of crickets only distracted the silence of the evening. It was the last week of freedom without kids. Kate was relaxing on a lounger on the terrace. Their plot was on the bigger side, but neighbours could glimpse into their garden from the upper stories of their houses. Nevertheless, they were unlikely to do so.

Owen was preparing refreshing drinks in the kitchen. After preparing two mojitos for his wife and himself, he also slashed some watermelon. They both loved the watery sweetness of the fruit. And even more licking the rest of the juice from their lips.

"Look what I have for us," said Owen, entering the terrace.

Kate replied with a lovely smile. Her husband wasn't upset seeing his naughty girl enjoying the last sunrays in her birthday suit. She looked so lovely, so sweet, so innocently relaxing lighthearted on the lounger.

She took a bite of a watermelon. A drop of juice flowed past her lips, down her chin, dripping onto her chest. That was enough to make Owen painfully hard in his trousers. His penis begged for the freedom. He went home, put all his clothes in the laundry basket, and came to his wife naked as she was, with his penis dangling proudly in front of him.

"Is that me, what made you hard?" Asked Kate, giggling.

"Who else could do so?" Owen replied, kneeling beside her.

He cleaned her from the watermelon juice with his tongue, beginning at the lips, then following where the trickle of juice has flowed. To his delight, the trickle lead him straight to her nipple, which he caressed with his tongue. In a glimpse, her plump and pink nipple hardened and quickly it poked proudly into the blue sky.

Her breath became deeper, occasionally changed with a little moan. While still licking and biting her nipple, he caressed her with his hands. With one hand, he combed through her hair at the back of her head, causing her to shiver, with the second he explored her erogenous zones on her calves and tights.

Kate has begun to stroke his penis. She wanted to please him, but she also loved touching his body, especially that part, when her arousal reached its zenith. The feel of his hard-on turned her on even more.

Owen finally went with his hand to her, well lubricated and ready, pussy. Her clitoris was poking hard from between her labia, begging to be caressed.

"Come, please take me on the grass," said Kate lustfully.

Owen helped her to get her trembling body on the grass and laid her on her back. He went between her spread legs. She led his dick into her, and while he stroke her hard, she surrounded him with her legs, pleasantly teasing his back with her calves.

It wasn't long when he felt her Kegel muscles tighten on his penis that made him almost crazy. They came almost simultaneously, with her climaxing a few seconds before him. Her body curved, raising her back from the ground so deep it looked like her spine could snap at any moment. The deep, lustful moan escaped from her throat.

Both lovers were traveling through the other universe in the ecstasy, while their bodies pulsed in one rhythm. Owen pumping his semen into Kate, and her vagina squeezed his penis hard to milk every drop of his vital fluid.

Since she agreed to being nude in public, their sex has gained in quality and intensity. It was no longer a regular weekly tradition, but became the act of fulfilment for both of them. Their marriage has taken off in a big way, not only sexually, but in every field.

After sobering up from orgasmic intoxication they were still laying on the grass together, holding hands, while evening breeze caressed every inch of their bodies, helping the layer of sweat to evaporate.

"I have a surprise for you," said Owen.

"Let me guess!" Kate replied, and immediately added "You have invented a way to make me naked in public again."

"Do you read in my mind?" Owen asked, and they both giggled.

"Please don't tell me what it is," said Kate. "I want you to surprise me. Don't tell me what it will be or when. I want to be surprised."

"As you wish, Darling," Owen grinned. He liked the idea of his wife not knowing the details. And the time. It was an even hotter scenario, when realized that way.

The rest of the week was uneventful. Both Kate and Owen were busy with their professional duties. After hours, Kate did all she could to keep their garden looking beautiful, and Owen fixed a few things that needed a man's hand at their house. Kate truly savored the gardening. She made lovely flowerbeds that were blooming from early spring up to late autumn.

It was Friday, so after duties, Owen went to a local supermarket to shop some groceries for the weekend. It was their last weekend without kids. On Sunday afternoon, they had already agreed to drive to Owen's parents' to pick up the kids.