Janet climbed out of the car and pulled her top over her head, baring her breasts to the bright, warm July sun.
"Look at you," Mary teased as she did the same, letting her much larger breasts tumble free.
Janet tossed her top into the car, smoothed her shoulder-length blonde locks, and said, "Oh, stop."
She knew there was little chance of that, though. Only two years ago, on their first visit to the nudist camp, she had been nervous to the point of feeling ill. It had taken three monthly trips for her to go topless, another the following year to strip down to a bikini bottom, and then two more to go fully nude. She was hardly ashamed of her body, but it had taken some time to become truly — literally — comfortable in her own skin.
"Look at all the cars," Mary said as she pushed down her shorts and panties. "It's going to be a good weekend."
Janet shook her head and rolled her eyes while removing the last of her clothing — save her sandals. She knew exactly what her friend meant by a
good weekend
. Mary was an unabashed slut, and she was looking for as many casual flings as possible. To her, the camp was a smorgasbord of cocks to choose from, all on full display.
They rented separate tents, on the fringes of the camp, far enough apart to be out of earshot of each other for a reason.
Mary retrieved her sunscreen bottle and said, "You could really stand to
enjoy yourself
this weekend, you know."
Though she knew it was true, she had never been good with one night stands. After a bitter divorce, and two failed relationships since, she wasn't sure she was good with that either. Lack of sex for more than a year was beginning to take a toll on her spirits, though.
"I'm just not built that way," she said while retrieving her own sunscreen.
"If I was built like you, I'd never get off my back," Mary said, punctuating it with an exaggerated wink.
Janet couldn't help but chuckle as she began applying her sunblock. She knew all too well how lucky she was to be in such good shape in her 40s. Genetics played a role — because her mother still looked more than a decade younger than she was — but she worked hard to keep her figure as well.
She smoothed lotion into her still firm breasts, thinking about how she wished they were bigger when she was young. Now, she was glad that her B-cups hadn't suffered as much from gravity as they might have if they were larger.
While spreading sunscreen on her mound, she once again wondered if she should have left it unshaven. Varying amounts of hair down there was the norm at the camp, and she always felt a little out of place. She'd let it grow for a few weeks the previous year, but it had driven her to distraction. After twenty years of shaving, she simply couldn't bear having pubic hair any longer.
Once fully covered in glistening lotion, she slipped the bottle back into her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She then retrieved one of their coolers from the back seat. Mary hefted her bag and cooler as well, and locked the doors once Janet closed hers. The two friends then strolled across the parking lot toward the camp proper.
Ronald was sitting in his lawn chair at the gate, as usual, and greeted them with a jovial, "Happy Nude Day!"
"Happy Nude Day," they both responded as they passed.
Mary dramatically opened her bag a few steps later, revealing several boxes of condoms right on top. "I'm certainly hoping so," she said to Janet as she let the bag drop back to her side.
****
Janet luxuriated on the beach, her toes in the sand, and a cool breeze blowing from across the lake, kissing her nude body. She chatted with the friends surrounding her, catching up on each other's lives since the last time they'd been at camp together.
A satisfied sigh marked Mary's return. Knowing glances passed between Janet and her friends. Mary had pounced on a handsome newcomer with an ample endowment not long after settling on the beach. She'd vanished a little over an hour earlier with him.
Barely lunch time, and she had already made her first conquest of the weekend.
Mary sat down on her towel and ran her hands through her long brown hair — which was wet from a shower. "So, I'm starving," she said.
"Worked up an appetite?" Erin suggestively asked. She was only slightly less uninhibited than Mary — though monogamous with her husband.
"And then some," Mary answered, and twitched her eyebrows.
Amidst the chuckling that followed, Janet said, "I am a little hungry."
Mary stood and said, "Well, let's go, then."
Of course, Mary described her sexual encounter in detail during the walk back to Janet's tent. As much as she pretended to listen out of friendship, Janet was in truth living vicariously through her friend's exploits. As often as not, Mary's conquests fueled Janet's fantasies when she masturbated, putting herself in her friend's place.
It was something she was doing far more frequently of late, as time stretched out from the last time she
actually
had sex.
They made sandwiches of turkey with fresh lettuce and tomatoes from Mary's impressive garden, and had a cup of wine to wash it down. As they prepared to return to the beach, Mary muttered, "Oh my word..."
Janet followed her friend's gaze and a chill raced up her spine. There was little doubt who Mary was looking at, because the muscular back and tight glutes of the young man were a rarity. He had to be in his 20s — easily half the age of the average visitor to the camp — so he stood out.
Her heart raced when he turned slightly while speaking to an older man. Her eyes locked on the impressive organ dangling between his legs, and an electric tingle arose between hers. She glanced upward, taking in his six-pack abs and broad chest. She looked at his face for a moment, planning to return to his gorgeous cock, and then recognition set in.
Janet gasped and darted into the tent to hide behind the flap.
"Huh? What?" Mary asked, alternating between quick glances at where Janet hid and longer stares at the incredible specimen of young manhood.
"Get in here," Janet demanded in a hushed whisper.
"What is wrong with you?" Mary asked as she stepped into the tent. She stayed within the opening, turning her attention back to the young man.
"That's one of Darren's friends — William."
Mary moaned and said, "Where there's a
will
, there's a way."
"Stop it," Janet admonished. "Is he still there?"
"Oh my, yes," Mary answered, and bit her lower lip. She looked at Janet and said, "You should go talk to him. Guys always have a thing for their friends' mothers. Bet he'd show you how much bigger that thing gets in a hurry."
"Don't be ridiculous."
"I'm not the one being ridiculous. I saw the way you were staring at him before you recognized him. You want it. Do something about it."
"I can't do that."
"Why not?"
