Please enjoy this new story. It is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. All characters are adults, eighteen or older, and unusually horny.
Taylor VanCannon.
A tap on my wrist told me I had completed a one-hour run. Normally, I would get the notification after running six miles, but tracking distance on a moving cruise ship proved unreliable. I slowed my pace to a brisk walk and looked over my shoulder to make sure my husband was still behind me.
"Nice job, Cindy," he said catching up, nearly out of breath. "That should be just about six miles."
I took Frank's hand. The warm Caribbean Sea breeze cooled my sweat streaked body. The exhilaration of running nearly nude on a cruise ship with four thousand passengers was a new experience for me. As we approached our lounge chairs, I yanked off my sport bra and tossed it aside. Next came the squishy holding my pony tail in place, I shook out my headful of luxurious red curls.
"You're really getting into this," he said, eyeing my naked body.
Two years ago, on a trip to Europe, we discovered the pleasure of public nudity, or naturism as the Europeans like to call it. It started in Berlin, where we noticed a smattering of naked sunbathers in a large public park. Intrigued, we visited a spa in Bavaria and discovered the exhilaration of being nude in public. People of all ages, shapes and sizes, shared pools, hot tubs, saunas and showers, uninhibited by their naked bodies. From there we visited a clothing optional beach in the south of Spain. The liberating experience hooked us.
"You're not doing too bad yourself." Frank had jogged nude, letting his cock flop from side to side with each stride. I loved his nearly hairless athletic body, smooth and tanned. He was handsome, with a closely cropped beard, like a dark five o'clock shadow. He masked his receding hairline by keeping his head shaved. I tried a couple of laps nude, but my bouncing breasts proved to be too much of a challenge, so I put on my sports bra for support.
"What do you think of the cruise, so far?"
This was not your normal family cruise in the Caribbean; it was a charter, which meant the entire ship was taken over for a seven-day
lifestyle
cruise, a euphemism for what was more commonly referred to as a swingers cruise. We booked it through a travel agent that specialized in clothing optional adults only vacations. We spent a lot of time on the phone with our agent to understand exactly what we could expect on a lifestyle cruise, and more importantly, to make sure that nudists would be welcome. She even gave me a crash course on the swinger lingo: voyeur, exhibitionist, newbie, soft swap, full swap and fetish. So far, so good, and the new friends we've made have been a mix of nudists and swingers. In fact, Frank and I have been having fun trying to distinguish the nudists from the swingers.
"It's our best vacation ever," I said. We were empty nesters in our early fifties and eager to enjoy ourselves after raising four kids. Frank had his own dental practice and had recently hired an additional dentist with an eye to reducing his workload. Since becoming nudists, our vacations have been more frequent and focused on clothing-optional destinations.
"I agree," Frank said. "Besides, I never tire of running behind you. Did I mention that your ass is magnificent?"
I turned and gave him a flick on the cheek. I intentionally took the lead for this run to keep his eyes focused on me. As a redhead, I'm used to getting a second look from most men, including my husband. Unlike many nudist women I don't shave my pubes and my fiery red pubic hair really stands out. While my body is far from perfect, I enjoy the extra attention my hair attracts. Besides, Frank had plenty of eye candy to distract him, so I was grateful for the complement. "My pleasure."
Surprisingly, many swingers are not nudists, which makes no sense to me. Especially since the swingers we've met so far tend to wear provocative clothing. Last night at dinner we sat with three other couples, all of whom we assumed to be swingers. At first I felt uncomfortable, like we didn't quite fit in. However, they quickly put us at ease and assured us that everybody was welcome on the ship regardless of whatever personal boundaries they set for themselves. It was a delightful meal, even though the conversation tended towards the erotic. It certainly opened my eyes and hinted at what went on in the various
playrooms
. I noticed that Frank listened intently.
We walked down to the pool deck and rinsed off in the outside shower. After a nice soak in the hot tub, we returned upstairs to catch some late afternoon sun in our lounge chairs, and do a little people watching. It didn't take long to notice a steady stream of couples heading up a nearby stairway. I tapped Frank on the arm. "See all those people headed for the upper deck?"
Frank grinned at me. "That's deck thirteen, the outside playroom. I thought you weren't into... you know, the whole swinger thing."
Slightly embarrassed, I said, "Let's just call it a natural curiosity. That's all our dinner companions talked about last night. What about you, aren't you curious?"
"Want to go up and check it out?"
The answer was
yes
, but I didn't want to appear too eager. "As long as we just look."
*****
As we neared the base of the stairs, a couple wearing spa robes approached from the side. I paused and let them cut in front of us. The man glanced at me, then dropped his eyes for a quick double-take before heading up the stairs.
The woman smiled at me and shrugged her shoulders.
I winked at her. "Don't worry about it. It's a common reaction."
She nodded, I assume to thank me for understanding.
After watching the encounter, Frank gave me a light tap on my ass. "Flirting?"
I blew him a kiss. "Just the usual... checking out my red bush."
"I think that turns you on."
I fluttered my tongue. "Me? What about you?" He nudged me up the stairs ahead of him, no doubt so he could enjoy the view.
The couple ahead of us moved off to the right towards a dressing area where several couples were getting dressed... and undressed. They dropped their robes into a bag and handed it to one of the staff members.
I whispered to Frank, "What's with the robes?"
"Maybe they wore them up from their cabin. You can't be nude inside the ship, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah... only on the pool decks. Got it."
A staff member held out fresh towels. Nudist etiquette required that you always carry a towel to sit on, however, I suspected these towels were for more than just keeping my bare butt off the furniture. "Thanks," I said with a nervous smile. Ahead was a table piled high with an assortment of condoms, along with a basket of personal lubrication packets. I turned back to Frank and whispered, "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."
Frank chuckled and nudged me forward. The large upper deck was broken up into smaller spaces by staggered glass windbreaks. Each space contained several padded lounge chairs and semi-private wicker clamshells with room for two. A unique addition for this cruise was several king-size platform beds mixed in with the regular deck furniture.
I gripped Frank's arm, digging my fingers into his bicep as we entered the first space. To our left, a couple stretched out on a pair of lounge chairs, naked. The women idly stroked her partner's hard cock as if putting it on display. I momentarily locked eyes with her and wondered why she was doing a half-assed job of jacking her man.
Frank sensed my discomfort and turned me away.
"What was that all about?" I whispered.
Frank's voice was barely audible. "I'm not sure... I think she was showing off his cock... you know, to see if you'd go for it."
