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.
From then on Jenna's labia began pouting and showing more of her clitoris. Kip had become aware of her scent reaching his nostrils and he became fully erect. Jenna's vulva flushed pink and looked more moist. The glans of Kip's penis was shining purple with the strain. Her vulva was fully distended and the inner lips were flattened back.
His penis was full standing now and a drop of fluid exuded from its shiny end. Jenna's vulva had become engorged and started to gape. At the break, she went right over to talk to him and his cock pointed and wagged lewdly at her stomach when he laughed. I nodded to Kip and he led her around the corner, on the other side of the mirror wall where lounge chairs were arranged. They were called back from the break before much could take place, but Kip's penis was now wet along the shaft and pulsing. Jenna was flushed and her heart was pounding. Her breasts were fuller and her nipples were hard. Her vulva was full and the labia were pink and wet. As we got back into the poses all of our bodies were on fire.
Jenna was capable of more than one vaginal orgasm if she was sufficiently excited or if intercourse lasted for more than 15 minutes finishing in the frontal position with enthusiastic thrusting. Her partner's fervency was a big part of her climb. Intercourse from behind would build huge tension for her but not result in an orgasm. On the physical side during longer sex, her vulva would swell and build tension. In frontal, the man-pressure on her open thighs was a driver and she could reach the top after 20 minutes of love making. Jenna had not had an orgasm with me during intercourse for a long time simply because I could not last and build the plateau. She was willing this week she said to experiment with other male runners provided they used a condom.
This experiment played out later that day. As I came over the last hill returning from a four hour bike ride, I saw something that made me lie low and pull out my bird binocs. Looked like our fellow runner Robert had been holding onto Jenna on a bench near the circuit trail. It was quite far from the resort. Another guy, David I think, had his back to me, but was looking on. I had seen Robert naked yesterday - but I had not noticed how hairy he was in addition to his dark Nigerian skin. I focused in. His penis was long, hanging three quarters erect. He had a full foreskin that partly covered a wet-shiny glans. His scrotum hung low and full. Jenna now turned in my direction. I saw a visible drool of liquid dangling from between her legs before she squatted and peed forcefully beside the bench in a matter of fact way. I assumed, rightly it turns out, that Robert had just ejaculated into her. There was no sign of a condom. Her chest and face were flushed with signs of her orgasm that I knew well. They must have been at it awhile. Good for her.
Robert had embraced and kissed her before saying something to both and then slowly turning and moving off down the trail waving back and blowing a kiss. When David turned, his penis was now obvious, standing upright from a hairless late teen runner body. He was shorter than Robert, about Jenna's height. He had not taken his eyes off Jenna, and now had one arm over her shoulder and was kissing her neck and cupping her breasts alternately with the other hand. Jenna responded kissing him deeply and rubbing her body against him. She reached under David's erection and cupped his balls, kissing him full on. She then slid her hand up the underside of the shaft pulling up on the velvety skin, up over to his glans, then down. His penis grew longer as she pulled, but the foreskin was long enough to hide its cap from view. She drew one hand through her wet vulva and swirled the liquid over the top of David's penis.
