Author's Note: A continuation from part01 of the story by the same name. Without reading part01, this will make little sense. All characters are over 18. Thank you for all the positive feedback from part01.
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Carol made her way to the tiny bathroom, and I finally had some time to allow myself to dress without making a fool of myself. I was always on a hair-trigger edge, and it needed little to push me to an orgasm.
So many times I had managed to embarrass myself on a bus. What was it with me and buses? It was probably the vibration of the engine, in sync with my body. I once talked to a psychologist friend of mine over drinks and he laughed about it. "It's so common amongst youths."
I had put my trousers, socks and shoes on, but it was so warm I decided to just leave the shirt hanging on its little peg. Just as I buckled my belt, Carol came out of the bathroom, all dressed and with a smile on her face. There was no need for her to tell me that she was enjoying out little break.
I wondered whether we would return home in eight days' time in the same mood. I wouldn't be surprised if we didn't.
We tidied up the bed (and by that I mean just pulled the covers taut), and picked up the towels and deposited them in the ''to clean'' basket.
Checking to see that we left nothing behind, we exited the bedroom and made our way to the main area on the coach. I laughed as we snuck up behind Karla and Andrew who were dozing and whooped behind them, startling the couple out of their dreams. Andrew took it well with a smile, but Karla. Jesus, could that woman swear. She coloured the air with some choice words that had a lot of effing in them.
It was hard to stay annoyed though, and we soon were horsing around once again. They were a grand couple, and we promised each other that we would stay in contact once this trip was over.
The coach had meanwhile meandered through the more modern city of Malaga with its six hundred thousand inhabitants, and made its way through sleepy villages and finally down to Nerja and our final destination, the Costa del Sol.
Our hotel was guarded by high white walls and the bus barely made it through the gates. I wondered why it was thus and asked Diandra.
"Remember that this is a clothing optional facility, and while to me it is so natural to be nude, it might be upsetting to others who think they might have a moral high-ground. Of course, having high walls also means that nobody can snoop in."
I nodded in understanding. I had this strange feeling about Europe. There was no middle ground. It was normal to have people who were deeply religious and were so straight-laced, but also quite common to have open nudity on television, and that included prime time.
Topless beaches were very common all round France and Italy, where it was legally permitted. Germany had an even more open philosophy towards nudity and sex. And as for the Czech Republic? It was absolutely insane. Open 'swinging' parties were quite the norm and couples would just book an inn, or a small venue, and partake in free sex with strangers.
We thought we were advanced in the US when we came to these things, but actually, had no clue.
Two minutes later, and we had arrived. It was a relief to hear the engine die out, even if the sound was pretty insulated from us. I hated engines and machinery. I loved the peace and quiet of the countryside.
As soon as we five couples alighted, two stewards brought out our luggage, and the bus reversed and left. It was pleasant to hear that the surroundings were very quiet. Dotted around the lush landscape, decked with tables and trees, a good amount of people were eating and drinking, quite oblivious to the fact that they were all nude.
I looked down at Carol, who shrugged, smiled and pulled me into the reception area, away from the sun. Granted, it was not so hot at that time in the evening, but the low elevation had us squinting badly.
Registration was mercifully quick and we were given little maps to find our cottage as well as a key to lock the door should we need to.
I raised my eyebrows at the news "Should we need to? Does that mean people do not lock doors here?"
The receptionist smiled and shrugged.
"This community is also known for night-walking activities. It isn't unheard of for men to go looking for passion at night, while the woman waits on her bed for a visitor from her side. We try to encourage our patrons to leave jealousy and privacy behind them when they are here.
As you can imagine while this is a clothing optional resort, nobody wears any clothes at all, unless it is some kind of wrap against the sun. You DO have a small closet which can be locked via a personal code, for guarding valuables"
I could take that. I could night-walk to Karla's. It was a scant fifty yards away. Andrew permitting, of course.
"That's great," enthused my sister.
"You are just in time for the evening activity, something to sooth away the fatigue of the journey. After that it is the bbq buffet" said Diandra.
We picked our luggage and followed the trail to two beautiful cottages set just a few yards apart. The itinerary said that the next activity would begin in a few minutes. The four of us decided to attend to it and get to know each other more.
I had no problem in simply opening the cottage door, dumping the luggage on the floor and stripping off. Hell, I already had a chubby. Carol was a bit more educated, as is the wont with women. She slowly took her top off, her back to me, folding it neatly on a chair back, and slowly took her shorts and underwear off. She had a lovely backside. Finally she was nude, but still neglected to turn and face me.
That happened only after she grabbed the white towel from the chair and looked up shyly towards me. I grinned as she looked at my penis, nearly three quarters of the way up and wanting more.
Her eyes were open wide as she looked at me. I was naked in front of her, and I was loving it.
We made our way down to the recreation centre, and were pleasantly surprised to see that only a small number of people were in fact still holding their towels just above their groins, in a show of embarrassment.
Carol was beautiful in just a small white towel hiding her lower front, her breasts jiggling merrily with every step. I had initially started with the towel held in front of my groin as we left the cottage, but soon became bold enough to just hold the towel in my hand and stroll along as naked as a new-born baby bird.
I was surprised by the sense of freedom that was washing over me.
The centre was pleasantly large, and we were greeted by Joe, a hulk of a man, very black and with an absolutely huge dick. I could see that Carol was fascinated by his large member and remarked upon it. It was then that she realized I was totally comfortable with my nudity and raised her eyebrow at me in question. I grinned at her, confident in the knowledge that I had one up on her, and frankly, was enjoying the attention I was getting.
Finally Joe, clapped his hands and motioned for us to gather.
"Most of you will be wondering why we have gathered here at this centre. We will be doing Nude Zumba."
At this point, most of us were taken by surprise. We certainly had not expected this.
"And naturally, you will all be thinking. Why the hell are we taking Nude Zumba lessons at this time of evening. Well, let me tell you something. After I finish off with you, your bodies will be glistening with sweat, muscles screaming in protest, and above all, after this exhilarating hour, there will only be one thing you will feel like doing. And that would pretty much spoil any other schedule you might all be having."