It was supposed to be a small house party. Some regulars at the resort wanted to do something a little more intimate. Ed suggested his house would be perfect. Secluded, sunny, a great place to soak up some rays in the nude without prying eyes and away from the place we all frequented on warm weekends. It was all that and a little more than I expected.
Most of our crowd had been going to clothing optional places for years. We all knew each other and, for the most part, we socialized and soaked up the sun and the warmth in the hot tub but little else (or so I thought). Ed's house was very cozy, inviting, yet elegant. The kitchen opened up onto a sun-soaked patio with a hot tub and a vine-covered trellis. Most of the crowd was lounging outside enjoying the sun and liberally massaging sunscreen into each other. This, combined with amply flowing wine produced a, shall we say, heady environment. Clothing optional was quickly giving way to other options.
I had shed my clothes quickly, as I like to do, but now my towel was wrapped around me to cover the bulging curiosity between my legs. I've played around over the years. I've been in threesomes and once a moresome, but I wasn't anticipating it this time and felt, well, embarrassed. Ed must have noticed my anxiety. He came over and chatted with me for a while and I began to regain my "relaxed" state. His wife stopped by and added to my comfort by engaging in some sweet small talk. With all the sexual activity going on it was really difficult to not stare at her sweet round breasts. The nipples seemed to be a perfect pink color and they kept calling to me, softly whispering my name. Suddenly off she went and, much to my surprise, she began kissing our friend Julie like they'd been lovers for years. Once again Ed noticed my surprise and said, "I guess you didn't get the memo."
"What memo?" I stuttered.
"This is supposed to be a boy-boy, girl-girl party," said Ed, much to my amazement.
"I had no idea... I, I, well, I guess I should check my mail more closely," I stammered.
Ed told me no one would think anything of it if I left. I gave it a moment's thought, but my adventurous side kicked in and I told him that I was "up" for anything... or so I hoped.
I decided to go back into the house where things were much tamer and just observe for a while. I plopped down into a nice overstuffed chair and took in all the goings on. As a single guy at a clothing optional resort I tried not to view all the naked bodies from a sexual standpoint. We were all just enjoying the freedom from pretension that clothing adds to our lives. Today was more about tension, sexual tension.
My friend Ron, who I've regularly sunbathed with for the last three seasons, came up to me and asked if he could sit with me. I noticed his wife off in a corner chatting with another woman. Ron leaned over and told me how much he admired my cock and asked if he could touch it.
