This chapter picks up right where the last one left off. I recommend starting from the beginning, but if you want to jump into the action go back at least to chapter 8. Enjoy!
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The rest of the afternoon preceded much like any day at the beach. They shared the lunch Keiko had prepared—for which Sam discovered she still had plenty of appetite—waded in the chilly surf, lounged in the sun, and people watched. Arden played more volleyball, and after introducing Sam to a few more of the regulars, even talked her and Keiko into joining some games. Sam discovered that she wasn't too bad, even though she hadn't played in so many years. She was nowhere near the level of Arden or some of the others who played regularly, but she discovered a freedom in her body that she hadn't allowed herself since puberty. Her breasts bounced and swayed, and her butt jiggled, but she focused on the game and didn't pay any attention. And if anyone else was watching, and a lot of people were, she didn't care about that either.
It was mid-afternoon when the three of them collapsed on their towels and blanket in a sweaty, sandy heap to rehydrate. Sam was glad Arden had packed lots of water. As she drank, Sam noticed Keiko feeling her breasts in a now familiar gesture. She had evidently filled up again.
"Hmm," she said. "Time for the cave again I think. Arden, you thirsty? It's your turn."
Sam was a little disappointed it wasn't her turn again, but when she saw Arden's hungry smile, she reminded herself not to be greedy. Arden asked his friend Maya to keep an eye on their stuff again and she agreed, giving Arden a look that was also a little hungry, then the trio set out for the secluded grotto.
The beach had filled up since the last time they'd made the trek, and they made for the water line to avoid stepping around everyone and their stuff. They still had to thread their way through kids splashing in the surf, two guys playing Frisbee, and a couple of dozen other people walking or standing near the water.
Sam was again amazed at the variety of people who had come here specifically to go without clothes. Before coming to work for Angela she had thought nudists were weirdoes, but everyone Arden and Keiko had introduced her to were very nice and almost boringly normal. The only one who really stood out in her mind was Maya. She had noticed the chemistry between Arden and his tattooed friend all day, and as they stepped around a guy working on an elaborate sand sculpture of a mermaid, she finally worked up the courage to ask him about it. "So what's the story with you and Maya?"
He shrugged, innocent. "We're friends."
"I saw the way she looked at you, it was more than friendly. She's got the hots."
He grinned. "Yeah, I guess so. We've played a few times. They're a fun couple."
Sam was confused. "I know they like to play. I was there. Remember?"
Now it was Arden's turn to look confused. "Um, I'm pretty sure I'd remember that."
Keiko started to crack up.
Sam turned red. "I'm misunderstanding something aren't I?"
Keiko came to the rescue. "He isn't talking about volleyball. When swingers get together to have sex, they call it playing."
"Oh," Sam said, and then it sunk in, "Ohhh." She turned even redder. She was walking on a nude beach, and just hours ago she'd masturbated in a public place, sucking Keiko's milk while Arden had kept watch. She was doing things she couldn't have imagined a couple of weeks ago. Yet, realizing that Arden had had casual sex with the couple they'd been chatting with that afternoon still managed to shock her.
Arden tried to sooth her embarrassment. "Sorry," he said, "I should have been clearer. I know this is all still new to you. It's still kind of new to me actually. I didn't jump into the lifestyle until last year. I'd kind of figured out what my parent's parties were about by the time I was fifteen or sixteen, but I didn't try doing something like it myself until I was eighteen."
Sam sometimes forgot how young Arden was. In many ways he had more life experience than she did. At twenty two she was only three years older than he was and Keiko was only a year older than that. Still, looking back it seemed like it had been a long time since she'd been nineteen.
"Do you get together with them regularly?"
"No, just if I happen to be down here, and they happen to be here, and they invite me back to their place. It's casual. A lot of couples aren't into single guys, but Maya really digs having two dudes at once."
Sam tried to imagine being with two guys at the same time. She supposed it could be fun, but it sounded too intimidating.
The crowd was thinning as the beach narrowed, but not quickly. Sam worried that they wouldn't find the privacy they'd had before. They were all relieved when they saw the little cave was empty, but they had to mill around near the water for a bit while an older guy with a paunchy belly, wearing a T-shirt and no pants hovered near-by, possibly waiting to see what they would do. Arden lost patience after a few minutes and fixed the man with an unfriendly stare. Sam had never thought of Arden as intimidating, but at six two, with solid muscles, and an aggressive posture, she decided she wouldn't want to mess with him. Their unwanted shadow apparently thought the same thing and wandered back down the beach to stare at someone less threatening.
"I hate guys like that," Arden muttered.
"Aww, don't be too hard on him. You guys are hot. I'd want to watch too." Sam grinned.
"You keep your eye out for creeps like that." Keiko said, seriously.
"Yeah, you give those guys an inch and they take a mile, before you know it they're taking video with their cell phones and jacking off at the same time. Then someone spots them and the local news lights up with stories about perverts on the beach."
Sam was a little taken aback by how seriously the other two were taking the incident. "Umm, aren't we perverts on the beach."
Keiko gave Sam a flat look. "Yes, but we're discreet perverts who aren't getting in anyone else's space, and will have an alert lookout to make sure we don't accidentally offend anyone."
Sam raised her hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. I'll be a good little deviant and keep my eyes open for trouble. How do I signal you if someone is coming. I assume you don't want me to shout it out. I couldn't see what Arden was doing."
Arden smiled and reached up with both hands and fluffed his long, blond hair with his fingers, and then shook his head. It was a natural enough gesture, but not something she'd ever noticed him actually doing.
"Okay," she said, "That works."
