My apologies for they delay.
I had to read my last post to start correctly. To somewhat answer a question. At this time in her exploration of exhibition, she had quite a few experiences, to my knowledge this was a first for so many seeing her and for such an extended amount of time. She appeared in her recollections, to have become comfortable with the residents to the point, they thought she was just a nudist. Sam had spread the word about seeing her dad. My wife gave him the story she was raised a nudist. Most if not all residents just took advantage of seeing a twenty something naked girl comfortable with the situations. The trying to challenge herself was to get more out of the experiences of exhibition and reactions. She relayed, at this point in our marriage opportunities were few and far between. The residents became normal and less exciting.
After passing the first guy she was disappointed that her naked body invoked a nod as a reaction. Her description of him was a grumpy old white man. Skipping she approached the next guy. Her attitude was, I don't care, just walk by. Her description of him was a middle aged white man. He was standing at his chair watching her approach. Still same attitude, let him look as she passed. From a little distance he said, I wondered if you got caught in that shower. She was walking. She responded, unfortunately I did. He continued, well I was hoping you had to return this way. She walked to him and stopped. She asked, why is that. He is looking her up and down. He responded, to get a better look in the light. He was smiling. She smiled back and said raising her arms, how's this. He said, perfect. She started walking and said, I got to get back, good luck fishing. He responded, thank you. This changed her attitude. She said, he was nice and friendly. He gave her the reaction she was wanting. Now she decided if she gets the same reaction again she will stop again and interact.
After the scare with the Arab guys she said, if I get a rude, crude or creepy reaction I'll walk by fast. She approached the last guy. Her description was an older black man. He was sitting on a cooler watching her approach. Same first response. He said as she neared, I see you got in that little shower. She stopped facing him with same response, unfortunately I did. He asked, you know I see you through your shirt. She smiled and said, somewhat attempting a cover, I do, my nightshirt got wet, it's too late to try and save my dignity, dropping her hands. He said, I don't know about that but it's too late to change it now. She said, he was smiling looking from my tits to my crotch. He added, I saw you walk by earlier but thought I was seeing things. She asked, why. He said, I looked after you passed and thought I saw your naked backside. She responded as he continued staring at her tits and pussy. She added that she was twisting her feet into the sand opening her legs even more and fiddling with two shells she found. I get up each morning before my husband wakes up. I just wear my nightshirt so I don't wake him. Usually there's no one on the beach and no rain. He laughed and said, luckily I decided to come fish this morning. She said, I better get back and walked closely by him. As she passed she stopped. She showed my brother and me the distance. Maybe five feet from sitting on his cooler. Legs open she bent over digging at the sand a second or two giving him a view. She stood up turning to him held out one of her shells, saying, found another. He was smiling, I'm glad you did.
She said, I got back in the house and rubbed off two very intense orgasms. Saturday morning she decided to get drunk and maintain her drunk till bedtime. Her dad told her they wrap up at noon but he would be with colleagues till late. This meant midnight. She had her morning visit naked with Sam and others. She said. I never covered once all day and had quite a few walkers pass by. Some several times. By Saturday evening she said, traffic was gone. She had maintained a good drunk all day. Not thinking to look it hit her to go for a quick last chance skinnydip before dark. She walked across the beach into the water for a swim. I believe her telling this. She becomes oblivious to her surroundings drunk. Done she's walking out of the water. She's knee deep and a younger guy she guessed, in his thirties, was jogging towards her wearing florescent green running gear. She thought too late and walked onto the beach meeting him. She said, I stopped to let him pass. He stopped looking at her naked body jogging in place. He asked, good swim. Twisting water from her hair she said, fantastic. She walked off, he jogged away. She loved telling this because it was totally accidental. I said, don't you think he timed it to see you get out. She smiled.
Skipping all the visitors all day enjoying their last visit. She said it was dark when the last resident left. Her dad had bought three bottles of red wine they had not touched all week. After eating she was sobering up. So she decided to shower then have have a glass of wine on the deck letting the wind dry her.
Shower complete. On the deck having some wine, listening to music and waves crashing, wind drying. Sam comes out. He walks over. She's sitting in a chair at the table on her towel. Sam sits on the reclining sunning chair in front of her. Sam also has a glass of wine as they talk and she drys. One bottle down. She said, I'm back to drunk, Sam finished the second and was working on the third. She knew he was getting drunk because he was less guarded with his vocabulary and talking more forward about discussions among the residents. He told her all about each and what they said. All very complimentary. She said just talking and listening had her aroused. She also sat legs open facing him and Sam had no issues telling her how much he liked looking at her using descriptions. An example of this was, he told her, you have to know you have the prettiest breast ever. She asked why he thought that. He went into detail with size, shape, how her areolas and nipples were situated perfectly centered and the light pink color contrast with her tan. She was loving the new Sam.
They also talked about others and other subjects. Skipping, she said, I had my lotion on the table and started applying on her arms. Skipping again. She said, the intermittent Sam comments had her aroused and wet. Her belief was he was watching the effects on her pussy and nipples, so he would start talking openly. He was talking she did not recall what but she started putting lotion on her tits and chest rubbing. He stopped talking with a short pause. Smiling she asked, is this bothering you, I can go inside to finish. He said, not at all, I was just enjoying it. She continued. She said, I put a little extra on my nipples. I used the excuse of too much sunscreen and salt water, saying, they needed it. She said, after a few seconds of rubbing and slightly tugging them she was having little shocks go through her core to her pussy. She said, I felt the wetness onto my butt crack. She said, I had to have rubbed and played with my nipples for ten minutes. She added, when responding to Sam I had to get my breathing under control.
When complete to her bellybutton, she started on her legs. Not paying attention till she got to her upper thighs she looked between her legs. She was surprised looking at the towel. She had enough of her juices flow that she was sitting on a rather large wet spot. Speaking before thinking, oh my, I've got my towel wet. She said, Sam was smiling. Not that I believe her totally that she spoke before thinking. Sam said, I know. She either acted embarrassed or was somewhat embarrassed, she said she was. I question it because of Abe watching her. Either way. She said, I closed my legs and said, I didn't realize you were seeing that, I've had too much wine. My brother's favorite part. She said Sam realized her hesitation. He said, don't be embarrassed, he stood up, look. He was wearing a short sleeve button up shirt and khaki shorts. She said, he had a big wet stain on the front of his shorts. He continued, it happens, it's OK. She said, I think I smiled but was surprised at first but started laughing inside. She said in her best sad voice. You messed up your underwear. He said, no I didn't, I'm not wearing any. Before she could respond. He had unfastened his pants and zipper opening his shorts. She said, in her words, an uncircumcised penis was sitting there as a lump in skin. He had shot off all over himself. She said, you didn't have to do that. Closing his shorts he said, I know but I've wanted to all week but didn't want others to know.
They sat there talking about him wanting to be naked in front of her. As they did, she let him watch her rub lotion all over her pussy. She said at one point the lotion was gone and she was just spreading her juices. My brother asked, so you masturbated to him watching. Smiling she said pretty much. She said, I wish I could tell you I had the best orgasm. I could only get myself close without just going to town on my clit. We all three laughed. They spent another two hours talking. She got to hear all about his conquest and fun from youth till marriage then all about his wife who had passed. Another funny occurrence happened several times each hour. Rather than excuse himself to the restroom as he did before he would just relieve himself from the deck. She said, Sam made sure each time I got to see the whole process from dropping his shorts, to peeing, to pulling his shorts back up. She mentioned that this was far from a turnon.
Sunday morning Sam bid them goodbye and to comeback soon. He told my wife and her dad that he may be a practicing nudist when they return. They never made it back. My wife is sure that Sam at least attempted nudism and may have tried to convince others. She and her dad discussed everything on the trip back.
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