Day One – Saturday
Part Two
For the next couple of hours there was nothing planned. I sat in the sun to dry off and read my book, and as the two girls walked past Kandi said, “We really need a shower,” smiling at me as she said it. I let them go, unwilling to join them uninvited. I waited for them to finish getting rid of all the soap and paint before showering myself. Then we had a meditation session in the marquee, conducted by a visiting holistic therapist. He had his wife with him; she was a tasty little creature, about 30 and only 5 foot nothing but what a body! Shame about the huge bush, but you know what these hippy types are like. After that I was so relaxed I fell asleep for nearly an hour and only woke up when I heard a large van pulling in, which was the live band who’d been booked to play that evening. While we sat and had tea, we watched them set up. I was quite impressed with the ornate new stage and state of the art sound equipment, but was still disappointed that Eloise wasn’t there to run it. I really did fancy the pants off the woman and she’d had a starring role in many of my fantasies. Well, in the end that’s all they were, fantasies.
I sat with the girls and asked them how their first day had gone. Wonderful was the verdict. They said they had so much enjoyed all the games and other activities, that they’d forgotten they were naked almost immediately. “Everybody says that,” I replied. “The worst part of your first naturist experience is just before you do it. Once you’ve taken the plunge and your clothes have gone, you don’t stick out any more. You’re just the same as everyone else.”
When the band had finished unloading the van and parked it, the large roller door was closed to keep the heat in and we all stayed comfortable enough to not worry about getting dressed. While Kandi and Kim were elsewhere talking to Vicky and Jeff, a guy called Roger, whom I’d seen at this event once or twice before, came and sat next to me. He said, “I noticed you were with those two new girls earlier. That blonde is really nice, isn’t she?”
“Kim? Oh, yes, very attractive for her age.” (So relieved it wasn’t Kandi he was interested in!) Noticing him gazing longingly in that direction I added, “Why don’t you go and talk to her? Nothing stopping you.”
“I don’t know … feels a bit awkward chatting somebody up when you’re both naked.”
“Doesn’t have to be. As someone once said, naturism is just doing the same things as you would do clothed, except you’re not clothed.”
“Good point!” After a few minutes he found an excuse to wander over to ask Jeff something, then stayed to chat to the two girls – well Kim anyway. Kandi soon returned to my side of the room, saying, “I was beginning to feel like a gooseberry over there.” Glancing across I could see Roger deep in conversation with Kim. The band started playing and Kandi stayed with me, commenting on their performance and choice of repertoire and occasionally joining in with the bits we knew.
A couple of hours later things were winding down and the lights had dimmed. The more active dancers had sat down for a rest, the music slowed and other couples were venturing out for a smooch. One of the regulars had brought a box of wine which several of us shared in, so I was now feeling a little bolder. I took Kandi’s hand and we joined the other couples. Maintaining control was a little more difficult now so I made sure I kept to the darker corners of the dance floor. A few times I would catch a glimpse of Roger and Kim – still together.
By the time the band had finished, packed up and left it was gone one. A few diehards were keeping the party going with table tennis or darts but most of us were just sitting chilling out. The wine box group were still in full swing but I had to decline as I would be driving home fairly soon. Suddenly, Kandi stood up, gathered up her clothes and other bits and pieces and said, “Well, goodnight - I’m shattered so I’m going to turn in.” She bent down and gave me a chaste kiss on the lips. “See you tomorrow?” I stood up. “Hang on, I’m about to leave, so may I walk you home?” She giggled. “Yes, why not?” We said our goodbyes to the others and stepped outside. It was less warm but still pleasant. We walked slowly through the campsite to her small camper van and when we stopped outside, I took both her hands and gazed into those mesmerizing eyes.
“May I just say, thank you for making this a really lovely day. I hope the rest of the week is as good.”
“I’m sure it will be. And thank you, too.” She reached up to hold me tight and I slipped both arms round her waist. No naturist hugs now, this was full on. The feel of her nipples, now hardening nicely in the cool air, and my penis, hardening for a different reason, was arousing for us both and there was no need to hide anything, surrounded as we were by darkness. The kiss was chaste no longer, our tongues wrestling like there was no tomorrow. Her right hand let go and slid down to enclose my cock, nearly erect now, while mine squeezed both her tits in turn, the nips similarly alert. I was aching to lick them, indeed was just lowering my head when she stopped me.
“I’d invite you in, but Kim will be here any minute. It’s her van really you see.”
“I’ve got an idea.”
“Oh yes?”
“Oh yes. Why don’t we sit in my car?”
My car, parked in the sun all day, had retained a reasonable amount of warmth. I reclined the passenger seat, made sure Kandi was comfortable then joined her. Our deep kisses returned and soon we were both extremely turned on.
“Now where was I? Oh yes, I know.” My tongue released hers then moved down to enclose first one nipple, then the other. They both got a thorough licking and chewing and after a few minutes Kandi’s breathing started speeding up, until it turned into a series of gasps and she held me so tightly I thought she was going to crack my ribs as her whole body shook. Then she tensed, relaxed, and breathed out a single word, “Thanks.” I’d heard about women who could orgasm from nipple stimulation alone, but never met one before!
For a few minutes we went back to kissing, alternately gentle and passionate. Then she said, “Your turn next,” and moved round to grasp my cock, with a sudden intake of breath when she found it was still erect. Stroking it from root to tip meant I was now the one gasping and as her movements began to speed up, I struggled to get out the words that there were tissues in the glovebox. She located them just in time to avoid a nice cleaning bill for the upholstery. There was no stopping though because I had found her clit (you see, us guys can sometimes) and was stroking it, first gently, then gradually with more urgency. Realizing she was now getting very wet, I slipped a finger inside her; she whimpered with pleasure and asked for another, which I was glad to provide. When I reached her G-spot and started on that, her little gasps returned and soon her pelvis was jumping up and down as though there was an earthquake under it. Finally she exhaled, relaxed and after a final moan said, “Oooh, Everard, that was lovely. I owe you one.”
“See you tomorrow to collect?” Kandi smiled and nodded. It was now nearly two and I wasn’t home yet. We said our goodbyes with one more passionate kiss, then I stayed for long enough to see her get back to the van safely. (See, I said I was a gentleman.) I stayed naked for the drive home, only dressing before getting out to enter the house, although the chances of being seen at 3am were fairly small. Deciding that preparations for the next day could wait until morning, I went straight to bed, where going over the day’s events in my mind sent me off to sleep within minutes. My last thought before drifting away was, now I know at least one of them isn’t a lezzo.
(to be continued)
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