Author's Note:
This is not a romance. The following contains MF, FFFF, Mature, Anal, Interracial, Exhibition/Voyeur, spanking, masturbation, fetishes, and "blinks" of different races and acts of sex. If any of this offends you, don't read. Comments are welcomed, but only those that leave comments that are worthy of being read are kept. If you wish to bash the work and not offer constructive criticism in a respectful way, then expect your comment to be deleted. This story was entered in the 2006 Nude Day Contest, please vote if you feel the need, but above all enjoy this very naughty write that isn't my usual style, but I had fun. ~ Red
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Carrie stared out at the ocean; the view from her one-bedroom villa was astounding. The ocean waves lapped at the sand and the beaches glittered in the sunlight. The scene before her was unlike any she'd seen anywhere else, but then again the thirty-three-year-old divorcee hadn't seen a lot from the window of her two story home. What amazed her more than anything was the fact she was even here.
Her husband had left her for another woman and Carrie had been devastated. She had signed papers, ending her twelve-year marriage and then in the arms of another, a part of her was awakened. Though they both cared for each other, it wasn't love. When they parted ways romantically, Carrie had left with a sense of self. She was a new woman and her former lover helped her experience, many new things. This trip was his reward to her, his gift, he called it.
When she'd read, the brochure and the rules concerning clothing her jaw had dropped. Tanner had taken her hand and squeezed it, reminded her how she would become aroused when they made love in his outdoor pool or had sex in public places, not to mention her desire to walk around his place and hers naked; he explained this was his way of thanking her and helping her to explore this need to expose herself to the world. After dinner and lovemaking, she asked him if he'd go with her. He declined telling her that it was time they ended their intimacies. He was interested in a woman from work; he thought she could be "the one." A week later he waved goodbye to her and she was on a plane heading to the nudist resort.
Nudity was encouraged throughout the entire resorts facilities, all the time. There were no street clothes allowed, so when she did arrive at her destination and received her villa's key, she slipped all her clothes off and sat down on her large king bed. It took her sometime to work up the nerve to approach the window that faced the ocean. Now anyone could see her and her imperfections. Tanner told her what she called imperfections were what many men loved, large breasts, round ass and just enough around her tummy that a man knows he's holding a woman. That was when she started parading herself in front of him. He couldn't keep his hands off her.
Someone passed her window and she jumped back.
"Shit," she muttered, her breath caught in her chest. She was scared they'd seen her, but she shook off the thought and told herself to enjoy her vacation. No one was perfect, not even super models. She left her villa and her flip flops were the only thing on her body, with the exception of a pair of earrings.
The first thing she did was head to the beach. She wanted to slide into the water and hide. She walked past other nude guests. There were people littering the sand and the water. Eventually a part of her relaxed and she told herself two things. One was, if ladies of all shapes and sizes could do this, then so could she. Another thing she told herself, was no one knew her on this beach and so what they thought would not stop her from having a good time.
She stepped into the water and proceeded to walk further into the cool liquid. She dove in and swam out a good distance from the beach. There she tread water and watched couples as well as individuals enjoy the hot morning. Her gaze glanced over a pair of bronzed bodies and she let herself focus on them for several minutes. She was lost in the movements of the man's hands sliding across the woman's shoulders as he covered her with sun screen when all of a sudden she was pushed from behind.
She swam a short distance and then turned around in the water. A rush of lust slammed into her as she took in the chiseled features of another nudist. "Sorry," she quickly said, noticing he'd stopped swimming and was staring back at her.
He made a funny face and asked, "For what? I slammed into you." He reached for her and she jerked back. She blushed when she saw him retrieve a volleyball that had gotten pulled out to sea.
"First time?" he asked and then shouted for the folks on the beach. He launched the ball and it was then that she realized he had to have been standing on the ocean floor, because he was very sure in his movements.
"How tall are you?" she asked. "Sorry, that was rude."
He chuckled. "Rude? Asking how tall I am is rude? I'm six-six." He laughed at her jaw dropping stare and pushed her mouth closed with two fingers pushing on her chin. "Now that reaction was rude."
"Sor . . . "
"Stop! Don't say it." He laughed and angled his head to the right and then left. "You're five-four, right?"
She blinked rapidly. "How'd you do that?"
"I saw ya swim in." He winked and watched her laugh. "I was the one that threw the volleyball out here too."
"Oh, smooth move there, "she said. "My name's Carrie."
"Justin," he answered back. "So Carrie you're a virgin to the resort and I am not, want to be my guest for tonight's activities?"
"You're sure your wife won't mind?" she asked.
"Smooth move there Carrie. I don't have a wife. I don't have a steady girlfriend either. I am not attached though I come here with a ready libido and an appetite to match it."
"My libido needs stroked, my appetite is famished and I'm not attached either."
Justin winked and swam closer to her. "I can take care of all three of your needs in one day."
She laughed and added, "I'm sure you could. How about a late breakfast first."
"If you insist."
They left the ocean and proceeded to walk along the shoreline until a woman with long black hair ran up to them. Carrie stopped dead in her tracks when the vivacious female launched herself at Justin and he barely had time to grab her ass, hold her and steady himself. Carrie stepped back and watched the interaction. The woman wrapped her arms around Justin's neck and her legs around his waist. Her lips captured his and Carrie watched two tongues battle it out. Eventually, the girl released her victim and slid down his hard body. "Hey," she said to Carrie, a friendly grin covered her face.
"Hi," she answered back with a nervous grin of her own.
"Lexi, glad to see you babe," Justin said and swatted her backside. "This is Carrie. Carrie this is Lexi, She-Devil of Jamaica."
Lexi stuck out her tongue. "I'm an angel until the first drink," she said and placed her hands on her hips.
"Where are you headed?" Justin asked.
Lexi smirked. "To the bar."
Carrie and Justin both laughed and Lexi smiled wickedly. "Bye, nice meeting you Carrie. See ya tonight . . . I'm sure Justin has already nabbed you for his date."
Before Carrie could answer, Lexi squealed and ran in the direction of another resort guest, this one a woman that was enveloped in a welcoming embrace.
"Popular girl?" Carrie asked.
Justin chuckled. "Yea, she's a doll too. She's the sweetest woman I've ever met. Her and her husband run the Whitewater Rafting Adventure here on the island. That is something to experience. You forget all about who looks good with swaying breasts and hung cocks when you have water threatening to kill you if you don't concentrate on the raft." He took her hand in his and they walked toward the Porch Dining Room, where regular breakfast was still being served.
"Looks like we made it," Carrie commented when she noted the time on the wall and the time printed on the room's menus.
"Yep," Justin said.
He ordered a meal big enough to feed three hungry adult men and Carrie ordered a small fare. "You'll need your energy for those other activities I have to cover today, so you can eat off my plate if you want."
"You mean your plates," she winked. "And what activities?"
"The stroking of the libido and getting you attached."
"I thought I was attached to you for the evening and you have already started working on the stroking part. I saw where your hand went after Lexi grabbed you," Carrie said.
"You saw that huh?" Justin popped a strawberry into her mouth and winked. "Good."
Carrie chewed on the succulent meat and found herself growing more relaxed. By the time the meal was over she forgot she was naked. However, when they stood she suddenly remembered, because in front of her was Justin and a very large, thick, and hard cock. "See, I told ya."
"I never said I wasn't," Justin smirked. "But I can't openly do that here. There are rules you know. We can walk around nude, but we can't go jerking it off whenever we want. It's human nature to walk around half cocked when you're surrounded by sweet ladies like you and Lexi."
"Then maybe I should go so you can take care of that." Though she admitted, she wouldn't mind helping the man out. Her sex was throbbing with the idea of taking his meat into her slick opening, but she bit back the offer.
"I'd like to see how long I can hold out in the presence of your company."
She groaned and he laughed when she said, "I don't think you'll last long, because I won't let you."
"Good," Justin replied with a no nonsense approach to the subject. "For now though we'll head over to The Fig Leaf Boutique and you can buy yourself something to remember your first day here."
