I finally got around to writing more about Rob and Cindy. Hope you enjoy and will send me any feedback that you may have.
Lustfully, Ron
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This continues the exploits of Rob, a small town reporter. Who after spending time at a nudist resort has more fun with his girl friend and others. Writer would love feedback and / or suggestions.
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In the morning after cleaning up and having breakfast, saying goodby to their new friends and swapping telephone numbers, Rob and Candy started their drive home.
On the way back Rob suggested that they could write the story together giving the readers both the male and female point of view. They would have to leave out the hot sexy parts for the story in the paper because a lot of people would be offended.
"That's fantastic." Cried Candy. "I have some good ideas and we could get together to compare notes."
"That's one of the reasons I want to write it with you." Ron told her. "I want to see you steady if I can?"
"Do you mean date or what?"
"Date, what, and everything." He told her. "How would you like to go steady with me?"
"Yes, I would like that, I was hoping you would want to see me more but I wasn't sure how you felt after all my fucking with everybody else this weekend. Yes." She said. " I would very much like to date you."
"We both had a blast but it was best with you." Rob told her. "I want to go back there again. We both loved being naked and the sex and I want more, but only if you go with me."
"Thanks hon, We'll date steady and we can write a nice article about the camp but your right, there are some things that we don't dare print in the paper for obvious reasons."
"Hey, we could write a whole X rated book about swinging just from the resort. Things we couldn't put in the paper. We would have to go back for research, often."
They laughed at the idea that all their fucking would be deducted from taxes, a business expense. FUCK THE GOVERNMENT. And one hell of a lot of fun. Good fuckin fun.
Getting to the paper at nine they went to their desks and did their stories about their weekend at the resort. Stressing the feeling of freedom of being nude in the sun, with all ages, sizes and shapes of people enjoying the friendship of nice compatable men, women and children.
The editor looked over the stories. "Great beginning, you'll do more of these I hope?" He said. "We will probably get letters, some giving us hell but some will want more information. Can you do one every month?"
"Yes we can. we'll have to go back every so often but no problem." Rob said.
"Good, the paper will pay for your membership and mileage. OK?" He said. "With any luck your stories could be picked up by some of the large papers and that would be good for us all. Now take the day off to rest since I know you worked so HARD this weekend." He winked at them, they had told him about all the sex stuff too. As he dropped Candy at her apt. she told him to get lots of rest tonight. Tomorrow she would cook him supper and they could watch TV for a while then she would fuck him cross-eyed. Okay?"
"OKAY!!" Rob said and kissed her goodbye.
Not wanting to waste the rest of the day he called on some clients, renewed several ads and opened a new account. Feeling good he stopped at his favorite diner for coffee.
Sitting at the counter and waving hi to several friends as Alma, his favorite waitress, brought him his coffee. Alma was about thirty five, dark hair, nice shape with big tits. Which she showed off by wearing low cut tops with no bras.
She was married to a rotten, abusive man but had a teen age daughter at home, so she put up with him. She had confided once that he only fucked her about once a month, was usually drunk and not very good for her. Had hinted that he could visit anytime. She was probably good in bed but he didn't want to get shot by any pissed off husband.
Alma leaned over serving his coffee, showing her nice tits over the top of her blouse. She got more tips for her tits than she did for her service.
"Getting any strange stuff lately handsome?" She asked. "How many sexy broads did you screw with this weekend?"
"Same O, same O. Less than twenty. Ha, Ha. Hell, if I get any, it would be very strange."
"Ha, ha." She laughed. "I heard stories from some of the girls that used to work here about you, they tell a different story about your abilities and how good you are."
Some new customers came in, Alma went to wait on them. He placed a dollar on the counter and waving to her, left.
In the morning he turned in the contracts to the office, stopped long enough to kiss Candy and check about what time to come over. He left, to drive around, nosing around for items of possible interest for the paper.
Listening to two special radios that were "borrowed". One tuned to the local police and one to the state police.
Hearing of an accident at the mall he drove over. Two cars had collided at the entrance, nobody hurt, except for feelings. Took some pictures and got names for the paper.
He saw Harry, a friend on the local police, who asked him to meet later and talk. He had some things he wanted to discuss.
Later a call about a fight at a house out on the edge of town. When Rob got there the state police had separated two men. Both were bloody, one was fully dressed but the other was wearing just jockey shorts. A woman was sitting on the steps wearing only a pair of panties. Her head in her hands, crying. She was almost completely exposed, showing a well formed pair of titties. Rob gave her his jacket and led her inside. She then told him what had happened.
She was getting fucked on the couch by a neighbor when her husband came home a day early from a business trip and caught them. Stopping only long enough to hit her he chased after Al, catching him in the yard as he was trying to get dressed. She had called the cops.
Her friend had gotten away and was hiding in the bushes until the police came, he ran to them for help but Bill caught him again.
The police let Al gather up his clothes then took them both to jail. (In different cars.)
"Let me get something on, here's your jacket." She said. I'll be right back.
She handed Rob the jacket then stood there long enough for him to get a good look at her. She had small, pretty breasts. Pointed nipples just made for sucking on. The panties were shear enough to see that she wasn't a natural blond. Then she went to the other room.
Less than a minute later she returned, wearing a thin nightgown open down the front. It covered her tits but the nipples poked out through the thin material making his mouth water.
"Can I offer you a drink or - something, or anything?" She asked.
Rob knew what she was offering but decided not now.
"Can you stay a bit?"
She needed someone to talk to so he said he could stay for a little while but had to get back to work soon.
She sat on the couch and patted the spot next to her but Rob sat on a Chair opossit her as she told her story. Her husband Bill Hendrix went on buying trips, sometimes for a week at a time, he never takes her, leaves her here alone. But always has one or two of the girls from the store go along. (She mentioned an exclusive ladies store in town.)
"I know he's fucking around with them but I'm not even allowed to go out alone. I have to take his sister wherever I go. What he doesn't know is that his sister and her husband are swingers and they take me to some of their parties. I met Al and his wife at one of their swap parties. He cums over a couple times a week or I go to their place with them. SHIT!! Half an hour later, and we would have been done."
Rob said that he best be going. That he had work to do.
She invited him back. "ANYTIME." At the diner he saw Harry setting behind the wheel of the police car, waiting for him.
"Come on in , I'll buy." Rob said and led the way to a back booth if Harry wanted to talk about anything important they needed privacy.
As they sat Alma came over to take their order. "What can I get for you nice gentlemen?" She asked. "Anything on or off the menu can be yours for the asking." As she shook her tits at them.
Harry didn't even look up. He acted as if he had lost his last friend.
Rob answered her with. "One hot fur-burger covered with a pair of big tits." Then continued. "Two coffee's, two burgers with the works."
"Okay buddy, what's the problem?" Rob asked. "Lets see if I can help? Anything can be worked out."
"It's my wife Sally, I'm not sure but I think maybe she is running around on me. She's been acting strange lately. Doesn't want to screw half as much lately and when we do she wants to try a bunch of different weird things."
"She claims that sex is getting boring just doing the same things in the same way every time. She says that she wants to have some variety in our loving. She wants to do some different things."
"What do you think I can do to help?" Asked Rob.
