At one of my favorite out-of-the-way lakes in Germany several years ago, I was sunbathing by the water's edge, with a small cooler stocked with some good beer, and had very nearly decided to strip off completely and lay out in the buff.
This particular lake was not officially clothing optional, that is that there was no sign designating it as such. But in my experience if someone decided to sunbathe in the buff, nobody really said anything about it and I had done it plenty in that past. I'd also often seen others doing the same.
As I was removing my shoes, I happened to glance up and spot a good-looking couple strolling hand-in-hand in my direction. There was nothing really unusual about the couple save for that while the woman wore a bikini, the man was naked.
I remember thinking that was kind of out of the ordinary because that's something you don't really see all that often...generally it's the other way around.
I sat on the sand still in my shorts and t-shirt with my shoes and socks beside me as they approached, both smiling. The woman was a knockout...blond and blue with an hourglass figure and tits that just wouldn't quit packed into the top of her rather racy bikini.
Her husband, or whom I at first thought was her husband was also a curly blond with a rather nice build and a thickish cock that hung flaccid between his legs, beneath a neatly trimmed patched of light pubic hair.
We exchanged pleasantries as they stood in front of me, and I have to admit that I was kind of caught off guard to discover the nature of their relationship.
"I'm Elka," the woman smiled at me, "and this is my brother, Ernst."
I was silent for a moment, wondering if I'd heard her right.
Ernst smiled at my dilemma. It was obviously not the first time that they'd received such a reaction.
"My sister and I come here a lot," he said, smiling, as if to reiterate for my benefit.
"So you're brother and sister?" I managed at last. The shock in my voice was still obvious.
"Yes," Elka smiled pleasantly.
Figuring that I was in their domain, and when in Rome, I tried to appear non-chalant, after all, when in Rome...but the idea of a brother and sister walking around like that was kind of hot in some strange, totally out-of-place, yet undeniable way.
"Are you offended by my brother's nudity?" Elka asked directly.
"No, no, not at all," I said...worried that I had somehow acted inappropriately.
"It's just that...well, please don't take offense, but..." then, thinking better of it, I stopped. I really didn't want to offend them and I just didn't know how to express it without doing so.
"We are brother and sister," Ernst finished my thought for me, smiling. "You find that strange."
"Well, I mean, I guess..."
Elka laughed.
"Don't worry," she said, coming to my rescue, "other people find it strange as well."
Somewhat relieved at the feeling of being let off of the hook, I smiled.
"Would you care for something to drink?" I offered, changing the subject.
Smiling, they both indicated that they would. Reaching into my small cooler, I extended a can of beer to each of them, as they sat down on the sand in front of me.
"So," I opened the conversation with a pull from my can, "this is a nude lake." As I said, I already knew that it wasn't officially a clothing optional place, but I was making conversation.
Elka smiled and patted her brother's bare thigh.
"It's not exactly a nude lake," she said, "but most people don't mind. As you can see, my brother enjoys going nude here."
Ernst smiled.
"Well, I was actually thinking about it myself, but I didn't want to offend anyone," I said.
Elka shook her head.
"Oh, no, please, be comfortable," she said smiling still. "As you see, we are completely open people. Don't worry about offending us."
It almost seemed as if Elka was actually trying to talk me into it.
"Bitte," Ernst offered, using the German word for please, which in that context actually means more of an offer to do as you please rather than a request.
When in Rome, I thought to myself again, and stripped, pulling my t-shirt over my head. Lifting my hips, I opened my shorts and pulled them and my underwear over my hips, down and off together.
Elka watched me strip, not rudely, but with open interest, smiling the whole time.
When I was done, I tended to the business of laying my clothes in a neat pile beside me and joined Ernst in total nudity. Glancing up at Elka I saw that she was studying me. I smiled, ending the brief contact by stealing a glance at her largish breasts again...noticing how much her bikini actually revealed.
Suddenly, I felt my cock twitch between my thighs and looked away.
"She's pretty?" Ernst said, taking me off guard again, laughing.
"Yes," I smiled, recovering with an embarrassed glance at Elka.
Finishing my beer, I offered them another, and they accepted.
As the day wore on and the beers ran out, we talked and laughed, becoming friends. By my fourth beer, I had relaxed into the situation and was more openly admiring Elka's form every few minutes.
Maybe it was the beer and the sun, or the fact that I was completely comfortable with them...maybe it was the combination of all of it, combined with Elka's nice breasts and shapely, rounded thighs...maybe it was the fact that I enjoyed being naked outside...but as I leaned back on my hands and stretched my legs in front of me, suddenly, I felt myself becoming erect.
Sitting up again, I crossed my legs and casually placed my hands in my lap in an attempt to hide it.
