Hippie Hollow is the only "official" clothing-optional public park in Texas. It's a narrow strip of land on the north shore of Lake Travis, 12 miles west of Austin in the Texas Hill Country, which has attracted naked swimmers and sunbathers since the 1950s. Most of the area is a steep hillside which drops abruptly to the rocky shoreline. The rugged tree-covered terrain makes the park seem much larger than its actual size.
I paid the entrance fee and drove to the east end of the parking lot, far away from the attendant's booth. I removed my shorts and tank top and strapped on the army surplus web belt supporting my canteen and the pouches holding my car keys and supplies. After tightening the laces on my hiking boots, I started down the trail, passing the sign which read, "NOTICE! Nude swimming or sunbathing may be occurring beyond this point. Consult attendant for details of statutes regarding nudity."
Hippie Hollow has two main trails. The high trail skims the ridge, terminating at the chain link fence which separates the park from private land. Since it was National Nude Day, I decided to take the low trail, down near the water.
The two west coves, where the rocks slope down into the water, were even more crowded with heterosexual nudists than usual for a beautiful sunny July day. I admired the bronzed bare male and female bodies as I walked along the trail. The shoreline grew more rugged as I continued east. Queen's Point, the east tip of the third cove, has 20-foot limestone cliffs. The heavily wooded hillside above Queen's Point is the best outdoor gay cruising area in Texas.
When I reached the end of the low trail at Queen's point, I saw that area was unusually crowded as well. Several men were looking down toward the water. I moved to the edge of the cliff to see what was happening.
There was a naked girl standing on a rocky ledge just above the lake surface. Her head was tilted back and she was leaning against a rock as if she was posing for a photograph. She was obviously a college student in her early twenties, but she looked like a "Playboy" model. Her wind-tossed blonde hair was shoulder length and curled as if she'd just walked out of the beauty parlor. She had the most beautiful breasts I'd ever seen at Hippie Hollow. They were large and firm, almost perfectly conical, without a hint of sag. Her abundant nipples were a uniform dark brown. The rest of her body was full without having an ounce of extra weight. She had a slender waist, full hips, long muscular legs and smooth well-rounded buttocks.
As I moved to get a better view, I realized she WAS posing. A boy her age was standing on the ledge with an elaborate camera. He was wearing a T-shirt and baggy shorts. "That's really hot Angela," I heard him say. "Bend forward a little and look straight towards me."
"Okay Bobby," she said, leaning toward him and cupping her breasts. "How's this?"
"Perfect," he answered, quickly snapping several shots. "Now put your hands down. Great!" He continued shooting and instructing her to move into various positions. She turned so her butt was facing the camera and he took several more pictures. I wondered if the photo session was just for their enjoyment or if they were going to submit the pictures to some contest.
Bobby shot an entire roll of film as Angela assumed various poses. After reloading the camera, he said "I'd like your nipples hard for the next series."
"Okay," she answered, moving her hands to her breasts. "I'll play with them."
"I have a better idea," he said, stepping forward and bending to kiss her breasts. My cock was stirring as I watched the action on the ledge below. I glanced at the other watching men. Several had erections.
"That's perfect," Bobby finally said, moving away from Angela and bringing the camera up. "Now pinch them . . . Yeah, that's so hot . . . Pull on them . . . Good . . . Turn a little to the side, pull harder . . . Now the other way . . . You're so beautiful! . . . Lean back against the rock . . . a little more . . . arch your back . . . open your legs wider . . . Oh! That's dirty! . . . A little more . . . Yeah! Shit! I have to reload again."
While he worked on the camera, she put on a skin-tight blouse with short sleeves and a high neck. It was made of a filmy gray fabric which did nothing to hide her magnificent body. After he'd taken more pictures, he handed her a pair of translucent black panties. She did a reverse strip tease, gradually pulling the panties up, as he continued shooting. "I've only got a dozen shots left," he finally said. "Let's do the blue jeans." Angela continued the reverse strip. When Bobby had finished the roll, she was standing barefoot on the rocks, wearing skin tight jeans, the translucent blouse and a blue denim vest.
They disappeared from view. When I saw them again, they had climbed up to the rocks. Angela was wearing sneakers and Bobby had a small knapsack on his back. What they did next surprised me. Rather than taking the low trail, they began climbing the hill. As soon as they were hidden by the trees, I followed them.
When I was a third of the way up the hill, I heard giggling. Using the bushes for cover and moving as quietly as possible, I continued forward. Angela and Bobby were standing in a small clearing, about ten feet away from me. She had her hands on his hips and he was fondling her breasts through the sheer fabric of her blouse. They began French kissing. She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled his body to hers. He kneaded her buttocks as they ground their crotches together.
My penis, already erect, grew even stiffer when she pulled her mouth away from his and growled seductively, "You've got something in your pants. I want to see it." She dropped to her knees, opened his baggy shorts and reached inside. His cock was slender but amazingly long, at least seven inches. It curved upward in a distinct arc and was crowned with a large mushroom head.
Angela kissed the tip delicately, then ran her tongue down the shaft to Bobby's big swinging balls. His penis was visibly throbbing as she licked and sucked his testicles, taking one ball into her mouth, then the other and finally both. I wrapped my hand around my own cock, then took it away. I was so excited I was afraid I'd shoot within seconds if I started stroking myself.
"God, Angela!" Bobby gasped. "It feels so good when you suck my nuts." She let his balls escape from her mouth and wrapped her lips around his cock head. He was moaning with pleasure and stroking her hair as she continued sucking him. "No more," he finally said, gently pulling away. He opened the knapsack, removed a thin blanket and spread it on the ground. They stripped quickly. A moment later, she was lying on her back with him straddling her hips, bending over to kiss her beautifully sculpted breasts.
Several minutes later, he moved down her body and I gazed in awe at her swollen areolae and nipples. I realized I was slowly stroking my penis again, but decided I wasn't going to cum too quickly. Bobby opened Angela's legs, put his head between her spread thighs and started running his tongue up and down her already-swollen slit.
I started to move sideways to get a better viewing angle and bumped into another man. I'd been so intent on watching the couple in the clearing, I hadn't even noticed him come up. A quick glance showed he was a handsome Hispanic, almost my height, with a long thick dick.
Angela placed her fingers on either side of her vulva and pulled herself open. Bobby instantly plunged his tongue into her depths. "Oh Bobby," she whispered a few seconds later. "That's so good!" She seemed to be approaching orgasm rapidly, writhing on the blanket as Bobby continued eating her out.
