Carla had never been surrounded by so much naked flesh at one time.
Large breasts. Little titties. Thick cocks. Thin dicks. Heavy bushes. And sagging sacks. Everywhere she turned, there was something new to see.
No stranger to nudity herself, Carla had decided to try a weekend at Country Pines Adult Resort, the nudist colony just up Hwy. 52 from her home in the city. She had been in an experimental mood for a few months now, and after having her first experience with group sex in a laundry mat, she had realized there was so much of the sexual world she had never known.
It wasn't that she was a prude - far from it. But she had never been this naked in the wide-open world before. Sure, she had "lost" her panties on trips to fine dining establishments and she had flashed a lot of flesh at Mardi Gras, but this was different.
It was a decidedly un-erotic experience most of the time, watching men and women in their 50s and 60s walk around unencumbered by clothes - various parts swinging low with gravity and age. Many of the men wore black socks and shoes, which protected their feet, but did little to forward the image of a nudist. And many of the women - who had been well endowed earlier in life - were now sagging heavily.
The brochure had said nothing about that. But Carla tried to be open-minded and accept nudity wasn't about sex for the vast majority of the people at the camp. It was about freedom.
And it was freeing, allowing the sun to fall on her naked body and the wind to dance across skin that was usually well covered. Add to that the fact that she was turning her back (a bare back no less) on conventional society's puritanical ideas about "modesty" - which at once discourages nudity, but is still obviously titillated by it - and she felt like a pioneer in a brave new world.
Sexual politics aside, though, the trip had not been what she had planned. She had thought, naively, that the piney woods would be filled with lots of younger wood of another kind.
A day into the weekend trip and she had not seen anyone under 50. Everyone was nice, and she had felt more than a few eyes on her young flesh (despite all of the talk about nudity being about freedom), but she had been looking forward to finding more young people without inhibitions.
The brochure had warned against public sex, and the camp administrator repeated the rule when she signed in.
"I know a lot of young people come out here planning to 'hook up' and bang each other's brains out on our picnic tables, but people have to eat there and having sex in public is grounds for instant removal from the camp," he said, even though Carla could see the thought of her fucking him on his desk wouldn't have bothered him at all.
Unfortunately for Carla though, none of those young people had materialized and she had been forced to use her battery-operated boyfriend that night. She had brought it along in hopes of using it on a new friend, but instead had found it in familiar territory, between her own clean-shaven and moist folds.
As she awoke the next day, Carla despaired a little that she would find any new conquests at Country Pines. Looking out the window of the cabin, though, she saw something that quieted all of her misgivings.
Reclining by the pool, Carla saw the most attractive onyx-haired woman she had seen in years. With bronze skin, largish double-D breasts and a short landing strip bush, the woman had the body of a 1950's bombshell. Lying back at poolside, she had her legs crossed at the ankles and was listening to her iTunes player as someone swam laps nearby.
This was the most promising development of the weekend. Carla had no way of knowing if the black-haired beauty was into women, but she decided it was definitely worth checking out. There was no way to know until you tried, right?
So, after quickly washing all the right spots and brushing her teeth, Carla bounded out the door, her wavy red hair flowing behind her. She had grabbed a beach towel and planned to set up camp right next to the woman and casually introduce herself.
As she approached, the woman's head leaned forward, and Carla could sense her gaze from behind the dark sunglasses she wore. Carla wasn't sure if the woman liked what she saw, but she did resettle herself on the lounge chair.
"Is anyone sitting here?" Carla asked as she walked up to the lounge chair next to the woman, noting a golf bag and man's shoes on the far side of the woman's lounge.
"No," she said, waving her hand invitingly and removing the MP3 player's earbuds. "Go right ahead."
"Thanks," Carla said, noting that the woman seemed to be in her mid to late 20s - about her own age. "I'm Carla."
"Lauren," the woman said, offering a flawless hand, which Carla felt linger after they shook. "Nice to meet you."
"Tell me about it. I was beginning to think I wouldn't see any more young people here. Everyone I've met so far has been my parents' or grandparents' age," Carla said.
"Yeah," Lauren said, although there was something odd in her expression. "I felt like that the first time I came out here with my husband. But I've me a few people since then and James likes it, so we try to make it up here a few times a year."
A husband? Carla wasn't sure what that meant for her plans, but she decided it didn't matter. By hook or by crook, she was going to taste this woman's sex before the weekend was through. And now, possibly, her husband's.
"Is that James in the pool?" Carla asked.
"Yeah," Lauren said. "He's been a health nut since I met him in college. Well, when I was in college."
And with that, a sly smile crossed her lips and she uncrossed her legs. She placed a foot on either side of the lounge chair and leaned forward so that she could adjust the chair and lie on her stomach. Lauren's breasts swung in front of her with her dark nipples hardening because of the breeze as she clicked the chair into motion.
When she was done, she stood straddling the chair, then stepped over to Carla's side to finish putting the chair in position. As she bent over, Carla got a good look at Lauren's ass and between her thighs.
The plastic straps of the lounge chair had imprinted stripes on Lauren's back and butt. But that didn't detract from the shape of her ample backside. As firm as her tits, her ass looked as delicious as the rest of her body. And her pussy lips were freshly shaven.
Lauren smiled back at Carla, who was unabashedly staring into her pink. Well, unabashedly until she realized Lauren had caught her. But Lauren didn't seem to mind at all.
