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After more than 20 years of going to a local nudist lake, this fall evening presented a surprise. Two years ago, the circle of stones around the fire pit had been removed in the largest nudist area. A bit oddly, the stones were still close by, something noticed when trying to find a sunny spot with the sun so low and all the trees still having their leaves. Generally I go to the lake during the day, but this late in the season, with almost disturbingly warm October temperatures, a chance arose to visit in the early evening, about an hour before sunset. The parking lot was surprisingly full, likely since the wind earlier in the day was gone, the predicted wind storm having simply disappeared.
A couple of people were familiar enough from the past. Not regulars I've generally spent the summer with over the years, but we were all pretty much regulars in the broader sense. Though this was more the evening group, people who arrived near the end of the day at the same time I generally left.
Like Jane, who I did not see at first as the setting sun was right in my eyes when looking out over the water. I had not brought my blanket after seeing how many cars were parked, but there was a large sunny spot free. She called out after a minute, saying I needed to take off my helmet. Even then, hand shading my eyes, it took a bit to see her, noticing that she had a bottle of beer. She is the first woman I've ever seen with an intimate piercing, one in gold that goes perfectly with her tanned olive skin, dark unshaved pubes, and lovely labia.
We chatted for a bit as I undressed, then actually went swimming. Not quite far enough to look at the area where my usual nudist acquaintances likely were, as at least two of their cars had been in the lot. This large section had a reputation among them of being very new age, something accurate enough hearing what various people were saying. On the other hand, that meant several unshaved women, which definitely appealed to me. As did the number of new nude female bodies to look at.
The variety of female forms was as intriguing as always where many people are naked. I have a broad taste in breasts, while being polite enough to not look between the legs of unaroused women. Women do not have this luxury when looking at men, but knowing that a man is not aroused is a plus for naturists.
As the sun set on what all rightly believed to be the last warm day of the season, someone used a wheelbarrow to dump a load of firewood next to the traditional fire pit. I was chatting with a naked woman my age, appreciating her lusciously unshaved appearance, when a large bird settled into a tall tree at water's edge. A crowd formed, Jane basically heckling the gathered group, saying they should look up from their screens to look at the bird, which always nested in these trees at night fall.
Telling her I had no small screen and had never seen the large perching bird at the top of a dead tree, she at least grinned a bit. Adding unnecessarily how rarely I came to this section, and even more rarely at sunset. She grinned even wider, remarking how staying and enjoying the fire that would be lit soon would be worthwhile.
We left the crowd still excited about the bird, seeing them taking group pictures before more than a half dozen people dressed and left. After their departure, a woman started placing stones around the fire pit, noticing her unshaved underarms, wearing a tight top without a bra, nipples well highlighted. The fact she was bottomless revealed she was not as hairy as Jane, however when bending down to set the stones, a nice bush could be seen from the rear.
This was the definite end of the season, with a celebration something like Carnival developing, with several people drinking beer. Jane opened her second bottle as she offered me one. Just as she offered me the bottle of schnapps making the rounds after she had taken a good swig. Being naked invited insect bites, like the last time with Jane watching the sun set almost a month earlier.
A number of people, including Jane and myself, remained naked seeing the fire being built. The subtle way a tradition had been maintained honestly impressed me, this eliminating the old problems of having an obvious place for a campfire. Resulting in trash, often half burned, the circle of stones inviting anyone to make a fire. A tactic made even more impressive by how the several year old pile of burnable wood had remained untouched.
Smoke is a good insect repellent, and with little wind, it was possible to remain somewhat insect free. Seeing how I was standing next to Jane, a naked man noticed my lack of blanket, and offered to share his. Jane got her small mat, sitting down open legged, and the man that offered the blanket space took the beer she gave him.
We chatted about the naked group forming in the fire light, with him saying that this happened here, sometimes becoming an occasion. We were both drinking fairly quickly, matching Jane. He smiled, appearing to approvingly glance down at my crotch, expression growing interested. He also said Jane had been coming here almost as long as him, then asked if I had noticed how she had a clit hood piercing, followed by a second, longer glance between my legs.
I explained about only seeing it last month, though it was more than a year old. She had showed it off to people in my regular section one evening, and people had talked about it. Several had emphasized how she had truly showed it off, standing and spreading her labia. After sharing that, my cock starting to twitch, added that it looked very nice nestled in her bush, right above her pussy lips when she had been squatting over her rocket stove making tea. Looking directly at me, he said that Jane was attractive in a number of ways, that being just one of them.
Couples, same and opposite sex, men and women, could be seen, both naked and covered. Jane was talking with a man on her other side, and it appeared she had lit either a cigarette or joint. Handing it to to me, no question remained that it was a fairly fat joint. As she breathed out, indicated I should pass it to the man next to me after doing a hit. Looking around, I saw we were not the only ones smoking.
Before I exhaled, she said we should share, her mouth close to mine. After sharing the hit, the man next to me handed the joint back, grinning. As Jane had just inhaled, I took another toke, wondering whether this being a bit too greedy. I handed her the joint before she breathed out, sensing that the man next to me had leaned closer. This was something never done with a man, but Jane's beer and weed was already having a certain enticingly seductive effect, matching his apparent interest in my cock.
An effect enhanced by Jane's gold piercing at the top of her slit, nestled in dark curly pubic hair, reflecting the fire's light, highlighting a place rarely displayed, one drawing my growing open attention. Along with the fact that two naked women across the fire were kissing, hands running through each other's long loose hair.
I inhaled when Jane leaned over, this time our lips pressing in a way familiar from smoking joints here with Lisa, recognizing that the third time would be a true kiss. The man on her side handed the joint back, and she did another deep draw, indicating I should hand the joint on to the other man. Whose leg was brushing mine as Jane and I exchanged both the smoke and a deepening kiss. The man next to me passed the joint to Jane as he positioned his face next to mine.
Our lips brushed while inhaling, starting to lose track of details, such as how many hits had I had when Jane handed me the now clipped joint, well on its way to becoming a roach. Doing another hit, I saw how she exchanged a kiss and smoke with the man on her side. The man next to me took the clip, Jane's face turning to me, lips invitingly open.
This time, looking at her, her nipples had become quite pointed, my cock growing heavier when she put a light hand on my thigh as we kissed, tongues lightly playing. It was a reasonable assumption that her weed was likely self cultivated, the ever more obvious effects proof of its high quality. Just like getting stoned naked with Lisa, once the kissing started we simply let ourselves drift in a sensuous sea. Unlike with Lisa, who always avoided being seen naked indulging her stoned horniness, this was happening publicly.
My hand started to run over Jane's back as her hand moved along my inner thigh. We broke our kiss when the man on my side handed the roach over to the man on Jane's side, his body briefly in contact with mine. Contact that provided a bit of a thrill, having another person involved.
"Just like with Lisa" Jane giggled, our thoughts moving in much the same way apparently. Though it took a moment to ask a stoned "What?" as I saw how the man on her side had a hand on her thigh, sliding teasingly near her pussy.
"You and Lisa used to do this" she said, giggling again. "Did you think I never saw how you got high and turned on together? Though her tits are much bigger."
I am not skilled at compliments, but the fact was that Jane's tits were gorgeous, telling her so, unconcerned that anyone could hear me talking in a more sexual fashion. Much like before talking about her pussy with a stranger, though more explicitly, such as mentioning her nipples looked perfect to kiss. We were all sinking into a more primitive uninhibited state, making out naked next to a wood fire, drinking and smoking weed.
"Neither of you ever came here at night" Jane said in a tone making it a question too.
