I frequent nudist resorts and quite agreed that the carefree nature atmosphere create opportunity to meet people and strike up friendship. It was in one of my outing to the nudist beach that I befriended a young man. I was swimming and got leg cramps. I was scared and waving my hands shouting for help. He swam to me and brought me to shore. We were both naked but shielding myself was the lest concern. He carried me out of the water and lay me down on a towel. We looked at each other and somehow both were not shy seeing each other close up in the flesh. He seemed sincere and nice.
We struck up a conversation and when my step daughter came back with drinks I shared mine with him to show my appreciation. The three of us chatted heartedly and I guessed my step daughter was about his age. We became friends and met up for meals and drinks besides going to the nudist beach. At times we went trekking on nature trails and it was fun spending time together. I found him affable and accepted his dates most willing. I would go on date with him to movies, concerts and dancing.
I was reserved and cooped up after my husband died of a sudden heart attack leaving me and step daughter who was a dear to me. I had to admit since meeting him I came out of my solitude and led a lively life again. He was attentive without an act of imposing. I enjoyed his company. I got back to social life. I felt there was more to living. Just be open and socialize with care. I figured he was a good match with my step daughter. I encouraged him to court her. He did date her. As time went by, I sensed he had design on me, always looked at me intensely and held my hands as we talked.
Maybe I was a bit sensitive but really flattered that a young man had eyes for me. But still I tried to steer him towards my step daughter. I did ask daughter if she fancied him. She said yes he made a good boyfriend but it must be mutual feeling to develop a healthy relationship. Somehow she also sensed he was more attentive to me. We left the matter aside and proceeded to threesome date whenever possible.
If he had interest in me, I guess it was an infatuation and soon he would realize a girl of his age would be suitable than me. I didn't think too much of it and continued to accept his dates. I was lonely and men I met were not as up righteous as him. I was happy in his company. We could talk freely and openly on all matters. He would asked me out more often than with my step daughter. When I asked why he didn't go out more often with my step daughter, he said he preferred mature woman.
He added either of us would made any man proud to have as girlfriend. Charmingly attractive and smart, all pluses. When push comes to shove and had to choose one only then I would be his preferred choice. Jokingly I asked was I that old? He smiled and said mature not old. He added both of us looked more like sisters. I did agreed as I was only a few years her senior. I didn't put at heart what he said thinking he would outgrown the infatuation.
But time proved otherwise. He would be a perfect gentlemen, held my gaze for a couple of seconds at a time showing he was interested and respectful without being too invasive. When we were on dates, he would hold my hands, often arms round my waist. When we danced he preferred romantic sentimental songs and held me tight as we glided slowly on the dance floor cheek to cheek. He would kiss me most gentlemanly lightly on my lips at the end of the dance. Any woman would be swooned over by him. I thought to myself that could it be a dream. He didn't give me doubts as to his intention on me the way he made approaches.
Gradually he inched closer, touching me, caressing me discreetly. Unaware of his reach and power over me, I didn't resist instead reciprocated when he first kissed me locked lips passionately. Was I too rash in displaying my inner emotion to him. Or was my response a shot made to break the ice for better things to come. I loved his attention and I wished he wasn't infatuated or lusted after me. I was in a dilemma. While I had no control over our circumstances, I did have control over my responses to what our environment threw at me.
I was smitten by his attention. I lost control. I was willy-nilly developing feeling for him. The raging emotion inside me began to build and consumed me. I was in love again. I admit after knowing him, I was more cheerful and vibrant. He was the man who brought me out of my solitude. Then again I thought about my step daughter. Would I be usurping her as she had unrequited feeling for him. Without feeling guilty, I reasoned then feeling must be mutual for fruitful development otherwise it would be painful eventually.
We would have to get used to as a new future dawn with both of us feeling for the same man. It was a new phenomenon and a new reality evolving for us. I talked to step daughter about my feeling and his attention on me and asked about hers. She was happy for me saying love must be mutual. I told her if only we could have a solution to our circumstances. We left that and continued with our routines.
Initially we went to the beach together all the time. By then, seeing each other in the nude seemed natural to us. We were comfortable smoothing sunscreen onto each other bodies, touching and nudging the flesh was healthy asexual acts, though couldn't help showing signs of arousal. We were still very much restrained and controlled because of obvious factors in our relationship we needed to sort out first. Not as straight forward as between a couple. There was an air of eroticism in the air among us three. Somehow an unwritten rule as not to hurt the other's feelings mellowed our display of affection openly.
The beach was a perfect atmosphere for a simmering passion to burst up like a tinder-box if we did not restrain our emotion and behave wildly. At times when step daughter was unavailable, I turned down going to the beach with him knowing what could lead to. He argued the intrinsic value of being in nature surroundings far outweighed any other concerns when we behaved appropriately. He was a gentleman alright during the few occasions we went there together. But I felt differently. It was torture controlling my surging emotion. It was some time I had a man, for that matter naked so close by, whom I had feeling for. I knew if it was to happen it was a matter of time we be intimated. That time came soon enough.
It was on a day when we went there just the two of us. A cooling day at the beach. We were in a jovial mood like a couple romancing. I had a feeling it was our day to reach out to each other. We selected a shady place far from the crowd and got on to our usual routine of rubbing sunscreen after undressing. We were in a playful mood, looking at each other's eyes sending out a love message of desiring each other.
I was high erotically, eagerly to be possessed by him. I lay down enjoying his nudging and massaging all over my body. It was soothing and aroused me quivering as he touched my erotic zones. He was romantic. My body was burning with desire by his stoking, suckling, fingering and romancing. I didn't push him off though it was the first time he touched me intimately. I was enjoying his touch. I wanted more. I wanted him to lead on. The setting was ripe for our passion to erupt spontaneously. I closed my eyes and moaned smilingly. He fingered me deeply sending me quivering and moaning loudly. I realized he was stiff as he poked his penis to my thigh. I reached and grabbed hard on his penis. I knew we were in a converging path to receive each other. I wasn't scare neither was I worried.
