Arriving at our first ever desert marathon was good fun. We brought my wife Jenna's best friend (and her occasional lover) Helen with us. We three knew what the running and training was about, even if the exciting clothing-optional training element was new to us. The September timing meant very warm days and cold nights. We had about a hundred square kilometres to our 60 person running club and a few jack rabbits. Jenna and Helen are both marathoners. I run half marathons and I bring my bike for cross training.
This story is about a feeling. Not just feeling good, but feeling things out and outward. There was a kind of buzz of excitement about this trip and a loving feeling about those of us who run!
I was also struggling with a diagnosis of Parkinson Disease which promised in the coming years less and less mobility and no sexual function as I presently knew it. I wanted Jenna to reach out to others sexually as a way for us to find a new expression that did not directly include me. This was a time of looking at things differently.
We worked into being comfortable with nudity over the first day: everyone gradually wore less and less clothing as it was hot. Our first meeting was an afternoon yoga session which had been advertised as clothing optional. By the time we were a half hour into the session everyone had removed their tops. That feeling of the women being comfortable and confident to reveal themselves helped us all feel more brave.
All of us men uncovered the bottom half more or less at that time. Our familiar male runners had genitals like long noses with pendulous earlobe scrotums, or like flexing muscled arms with veins and ridges. There were a few near-erections. Whether they were partial or full-on, they seemed tolerated. We were urged not to avoid looking at a penis when it rose up in spite of one's efforts - we did as the yoga instructor asked us - to see it as an incidental natural thing like a gust of wind or crack of thunder if it was raging hard. Sure it is an instrument of sex, but so are the fingers and the brain.
As the evening yoga session wore on only a few women had kept their shorts or their underwear on. A lot of our women did not shave so remained downy and natural. Some hint of their intimate personalities could be seen as they posed and stretched. Jenna and Helen had done nude yoga before with women only, and had done a nude women's run for a lark 5 years ago. The eroticism of running unclothed and in the open air translated into fun - that was the attraction. In this yoga session this afternoon, both Jenna and Helen were on either side of me. It brought their colour up. A flush ran across Jenna's breasts and stomach. Helen's nipples looked tightened and her face was flushed. Their legs were everywhere around me - beautiful running legs, strong shoulders and outstretched muscular arms. When she faced me I noticed Jenna's labia were pronounced and her clitoris was clearly separated when she sat in the unforgiving lotus position. She was in nearing the middle of her cycle, so her vulva looked pink and moist like a mouth.
Helen had a middle eastern body with a gold/olive skin and black hair. Her stomach was flat with prominent abs. She had medium size breasts, dark full nipples, a wide pelvis and muscular legs. Helen was not concerned about being exposed. Her vulva was concealed by the outer flaps in its default state. When she spread fully, a wide clitoris presented with a prominent hood stretching down to darker inner labia.
The discussion that evening among the three of us was that there is so much complication in being clothed all the time, and that the privacy made everyone act prudish. We wanted a break from all of that so we agreed to stay naked as the default this week. Even if people embrace cordially when bodies are naked, intimate body parts touch and communicate, so what could be done? On the obvious elephant in the room, sexual relations, we resolved that during this training and running vacation we were all free to interact while respecting people's preferences and sense of safety both mental and physical. Luckily no one seemed to feel unsafe healthwise. Neither Jenner or Helen protested. Likely the STD screening made us feel more confident about that side. As a product of the passion of running, loving with anyone was legit, but we had to be open about it and not hide any evidence when it came to pass. Long-standing and highly valuable alliances can be displaced simply by what happens in intercourse.
That night we three cuddled up together nude and watched a movie. When I got up to make tea, I had trouble hiding a near-erection, but they did not comment on it. When they fell asleep I walked them each into our bed and I slept in Helen's. In the morning went to Jenna when Helen was in the shower. I climbed on from behind and found Jenna's vagina wet. I had to leave her unsatisfied after only a few minutes when Helen returned brushing out her long hair and chatting.
We were due at morning yoga, so Jenna postponed her shower. It was already hot outside. We had a small group of 5 this time as we arranged our yoga mats on the patio. We had a mirror wall on the left side for checking our balance and form. Jenna and Paula were in front. Helen was behind Paula. Kip, a twenty-something muscle-built runner, was behind Jenna. I was to Kip's right. Kip had been watching Jenna from behind during our yoga moves. He was trying to keep his growing erection under control but Kip's penis had emerged from its sheath and was expanding. His testicles were hauled close to the thickening shaft when he took a lunge position. Jenna stole a look back at him several times as his penis grew in size and girth. I could see it excited her, and I nodded assent when she glanced at me to see if I had seen Kip's condition.
