"Well that was fun," I stated as we lay together in the mud. "But we should get cleaned up."
The water was perfect, just that right temperature, cool enough to make my nipples hard but not cold enough to stop my heart.
Washing the mud, the cum and the pee went quickly and we were soon swimming, lounging and groping each other.
It was starting to cool off and we decided to call it a day.
Kevin was nice enough to jog up the beach and my pants for me, so I could wash them off.
Figuring we'd pressed our naked luck far enough that day, we reluctantly got dressed and headed back to the car. Once there, I gave my, once again dirty feet, a rinse off before getting in the car.
Assuming my passenger seat position, I put my feet up on the dash and we were back on the road.
Our next stop was a winery we'd heard about.
"Sorry I ruined all your hard work," I told him, pointing to the scuff on the nail of my big toe.
Kevin had given me a 'pre vacation' pedicure the night before.
"Worth it," he told me. "I love seeing you barefoot."
"I need a haircut," I said, running my hand through my hair.
"A hair cut or a hair cut?" he asked.
"You think I should?"
"Yes," he said emphatically.
"You really liked it?"
"I think it's pretty obvious," he said, reaching down and giving his hard cock a squeeze.
A few years prior, I'd let my hair grow. It wasn't a conscious decision, it just sort of happened.
I was teaching gymnastics and every day my hair was either in a ponytail or braided. It wasn't bothering me, so I just didn't feel the need to go to the salon.
Kevin and I were on vacation at a resort. One of those all inclusive, never have to leave, types of places. There was a nude beach section, clothed one, a pool and a spa with a hair and nail salon.
Because my husband loves being nude more than anything in the world, our first day was spent, of course, at the nude beach.
It was great; the sand was clean and perfect. The water was clean and perfect. The people were clean and perfect...well maybe not perfect, but it was nice to be on a nude beach and not have non nudist perv's, walking up and down the beach doing what they do best...perving on the naked boobs and butts.
We met another couple, Rachel and Ray. Yes in spite of my best efforts, I did chuckle when they introduced themselves.
Rachel could have looked like her cooking show namesake, had the other Rachel been blonder than blonde, tall with big boobs. Blonde Rachel also had a fairly big, soft and cushy butt and a bit of a belly.
She was very beautiful.
Ray, was tall too, about two inches taller than Kevin's six foot, one. Well build, but didn't come off as one of those guys that worked at it. He had brown hair and eyes, a nice smile and while it wasn't overly long he had an impressively thick cock.
All in all, he was a very good looking man. I'd totally have fucked him. Actually I did totally fuck him...
I guess I should have announced a spoiler alert there.
From not getting it cut, my hair had grown past the middle of my back. It was down that day, no braids or ponytails...vacations are about letting your hair down and I was quite frankly getting sick of it blowing in my face every time there was even the slightest breeze.
It made me envy Rachel's hair. Not just her gorgeous silky blonde locks, but when the breeze took control of her shoulder length hair, it tousled, then fell back adorably. Instead of the way mine would blow into my face and make me look like cousin It.
Finally after deciding enough was enough, I called over one of the resort staff.
"Would you do me a favor please?" I asked the staff member. "I'd like to book an appointment to get my hair cut and styled."
"Yes Ma'am," she said.
After a minute or so on her walkie talkie, she procured me an appointment.
"You're all set for tomorrow morning at ten," she told me. "Shall I bring the four of you another round of drinks?"
My answer was, of course, an emphatic 'Yes!' We were on vacation.
"I didn't think to ask," I said to Kevin. "You don't mind if I get this mess chopped off do you?"
"You don't have to ask my permission," he laughed.
"What are you thinking of doing?" Rachel asked.
"Shorter," I told her. "About your length, so I can wear it down more often."
The four of us were getting along famously. We spent the afternoon drinking, sunning and swimming. As the sun set, we got dressed and ate dinner together.
"It's still early," Ray said as we finished up dinner. "Would you two like to come back to our villa and hang out some more? We have a pool table."
Kevin's eyes lit up at the mention of pool.
"Can we?" he asked, sounding like a little kid.
"Yes we can, but remember you have school tomorrow, so we can't be out all night."
Truth be told, after spending the day around a bunch of naked people had me horny as hell and I really wanted to get back to our villa and get my fuck on.
Ray and Rachel both had to visit the restroom, so we agreed to meet outside the restaurant.
"Are we headed towards a swinger thing?" I asked Kevin.
"I think they were just inviting us for drinks," Kevin answered. "If it heads that way, we'll just say our goodbyes."
"Do we have to?"
"Are you suggesting...?"
I nodded.
"That could be fun," he smiled. "We'll play it by ear."
"Shoes off," Rachel said as we walked in. "If you don't mind."
"No problem, are we staying dressed?" I asked as I kicked off my trusty Birkenstocks.
"That's up to you guys," Rachel told me.
"Naked it is," I announced, pulling my dress over my head.
Well, the "swinger thing" didn't happen. The four of us had a few drinks, played some pool, we got dressed and went back to our room.
"You tired?" I asked Kevin as we walked back to our villa.
"Not really," he answered. "What do you have in mind?"
I could have answered something along the lines of; "You are the love of my life and I want to be as one with you." Or something as simple as; "I want the sword of your manhood sheathed in the folds of my wet pleasure cavern."
