Casual nudity - not nudists

[Saddledrifter]

It was a beautiful early summer day that was just the right time for a hike to a remote waterfall. The trail was 2 and ½ miles each way. Normally, it is a crowded attraction, but since it was mid-week and fairly early in the morning there were no other vehicles parked at the trailhead. So we knew that it would offer relatively seclusion at least through the majority of our hike. As we hiked along, the temperature gradually warmed, and I pulled off my shirt. Then I began commenting how great the sun felt beating down on my bare skin, and that, along with the cool breeze, was most invigorating. My wife responded by saying, “You are just attempting to coerce me into going topless – aren’t you?” To that, I had to reply, “Guilty as charged.” She laughed, but made no move in that direction. However, after a little more coercion, she finally said, “Well, what if someone else is on this trail and sees me?” My argument was that the trailhead parking lot was empty, and that no one had passed us on our first mile on the trail. She then stated that she was willing to go topless only if I would walk a little ahead of her and provide an early warning should anyone be coming toward us. In addition, I had to agree to carry her shirt, which I had no problem in doing. Then to my total shock and surprise, she stripped off her shirt (she was braless), and then she pulled down and off her shorts and thong. She told me that she decided to go all the way if she was going at all. There she was totally nude, with the exception of socks and hiking boots. I was quite excited at the sudden change of heart. As promised, I carried her clothes and walked about five yards in front of her in an attempt to provide early warnings if anyone came along our path. In reality, I spent as much time walking backward as frontward in order to get a view of that spectacular sight of a naked wife moving in and out of sunny and shadowed areas with her massive boobs swaying left and right with each step on the trail of the great outdoors. Eventually we arrived at the waterfalls that dropped from about 20 feet above into a shallow pool that led into a creek that we had followed along most of the trail.

It was so inviting that I stripped off my clothes and boots and jumped in. My wife followed suit. We moved from in front of the waterfall to the backside. It was incredibly beautiful and so serene. Then my wife moved under the waterfall and let its water thunder down on her naked body and drip off the ends of her erect tits. It was more than a guy could handle. I moved toward her and planted a long, wet kiss while the water continued down on us. Then I gradually bent down and kissed those rock hard tits. She leaned back against a large rock adjacent to the waterfall, and let out a soft gentle moan. With her lying back against the rock, I continued down to her pussy and tasted her sweet sexual secretions. We were both breathing heavy, and she was more than ready to accept my stiff member. It was one of the most sensual and intimate sexual episodes that we ever experienced. Finally, we both exploded in simultaneous climaxes. Within several minutes we both were laying nude in the sunlight on that rock attempting to catch our breath. After swimming around a few minutes in the waterfall’s pond, we decided it was time to head back on the trail.

My wife again was willing to hike nude so long as I would run interference for her should anyone be coming toward us. I put on my shorts, collected her clothes in hand and lead out about five yards in front of her. Everything was going as planned until we came to a very sharp curve on the trail where the forward view was hidden by a large boulder. I eventually saw a couple coming toward us at the last minute and attempted to warn my wife about them. Unfortunately, she couldn’t hear what I said and continued walking toward the couple. I attempted to garner their attention by talking with them, but it was too late. She was almost three yards from them, before she saw them and stopped cold while standing there in all her nude glory. She just froze and didn’t even attempt to cover any of her privates. The woman and man pretty much starred at her nakedness for a brief second, and then the women exclaimed, “Well, we are in the natural wilderness!” We all nervously laughed, and then exchanged some, “Have a nice day” comments. Then everyone moved along their respective directions. I, however, knew that I would not hear the end of this one. Only a few yards down the path, my wife scolded me with a, “Are you happy now?” Actually, I kind of was, but I couldn’t say that. Instead, I told her that I was really sorry, but that there was absolutely no way that I could have seen anyone coming around that sharp curve. Well, my view of her total nudity was over, as she grabbed her clothes and put them back on for the remainder of our trail hike. However, I still was one happy hiker. I just hope I can convince her to do it again.

[JonScores]

My wife and I attended a 2-week long biker rally in the Midwest. She usually participates in some casual flashing,etc. at these events, but she was ready to go all out over the two weeks at this rally. It all began at the pool one of the first afternoons there. She got into the pool in her bikini bottom and no top. I looked around and spotted three other women there who were totally nude. I slid my trunks off and suggested she also go nude. She shook her head, "No." Then one of the women hollered at her, "Why don't you get nude like the rest of us?" My wife responded, "Why not." And she immediately stripped off her bikini bottoms. I looked at her and asked, "Why do you strip for a stranger, but not for me?" She answered, "Because she is a woman." So from that afternoon and every afternoon for the remainder of the two weeks she always went into the pool naked. It was great. And usually, there were three or four other women for me to watch swim or sun nude each day.

My wife never has done a Wet T-shirt Contest at a rally. However, this rally offered women free lingerie if they would participate in a fashion show wearing their chosen free outfits on a catwalk. One afternoon I challenged or dared the nude women in the pool with my wife to participate in the fashion show.They initially all laughed, but then slowly came around to agreeing to do it. There were two nights of fashion show remaining at the rally. The first night my wife wore a negligee that was red and was see-thru on the bottom and boobs. She made her way down the catwalk with amazing style. The guys were going wild in the audience along the catwalk, because one could readily see her tits, boobs, pussy and ass through that negligee. After the fashion show concluded, the campground at the rally had an old school bus that traveled around the entire campground. That school bus ride was a trip in its own right. Everyone on board was fully inebriated and were loose enough to do most anything sexually they desired. Immediately after climbing aboard, we spotted a girl down on her knees giving a guy a blow job. As she finished one guy, she moved to another to offer him the same accommodation. I think she was with the first guy, but I don't believe she knew the second guy, because he looked totally surprised when she pulled down his pants and started working on him. And when she departed the bus, the first guy went with her, and the second guy stayed on-board and thanked her profusely for the great blow job. My wife didn't get quite that wild, but she had continued wearing that red see-thru negligee to the delight of all the guys on the bus. She had no problem sitting on the bench seat facing outward toward the aisle with her legs spread open a little. As the bus got more and more crowded as the night continued, there were times when guys were standing up so close to her seated position that she had to spread her legs open enough to allow them to stand there. There was more than camel toe showing. One could see her pussy lips and her red vagina thru the mesh material. It was very sexy.

We had our booze on-board the bus and continued to drink straight Tequila for her and straight Jack for me. I think she was getting a little horny watching a number of people having oral sex on the bus and some even climbed onto their partners laps and screwed right then and there. I ventured a hand over to her knee while she was seated and slowly worked my way up to her pussy. I started rubbing it and she moaned a little. I began to think and imagine that I, too, might just get lucky on that bus. Of course people sitting and standing nearby could see my intentions, and I think they also were pulling for me to strip off that negligee and put it to her. Unfortunately, there must have been too large and audience, because my wife reached down and grabbed my hand as I was pulling the leg of the negligee open to enter the pussy and give her a vigorous fingering. She whispered, "Not here -- let's go back to the motor home, and we will do anything you want." I couldn't very well turn that offer down, So, as the bus rounded the corner by our motor home, we departed and headed to bed. We were in such a rush to have wild, passionate sex, we didn't even close the curtains or turn out the lights. We put on a show for anyone outside the RV. We did a little of everything from every position we could bend and/or stretch. We heard a few whistles and cat-calls from the peanut gallery outside the motor home, but it didn't stop our sexcapade.

It's getting a little late, so I must close for now. I will write about the next day's remaining rally activities tomorrow evening.

[JonScores]

The last day of the 2-week rally began fairly late in the day for my wife and I. We slept in, and our first movement was to head over to the pool and join a number of now friends for a nude swim and conversations. The bands cranked up in the late afternoon, so we traveled over to have a listen. The early afternoon bands were not great, but it improved with the change of each of the bands as the evening grew later. Using one of the later afternoon band breaks, the organizers ran a number of biker games. My wife was up for the water balloon toss game. The competition was between teams of male/female couples. The female had to shed her shirt and compete topless. The male competitors wore blindfolds. The idea was to have the male and female team members spread about ten yards apart. The male was given a bucket of water balloons and was to toss blindfolded the balloons at his female partner. The female was to catch the water balloons in her cupped boobs. Whenever she was able to catch a water balloon without it breaking, she placed it in a bucket adjacent to her. At the conclusion of a specified time, the woman with the most unbroken balloons in her bucket won the competition. Believe me, it sounds easier than it was. Most of the balloons broke and sprayed fairly cold water on the female contestants. After my wife and I finished the competition, I removed my blindfold and found a very, very wet wife with only one balloon in her bucket. Of course, we didn’t win, but my wife certainly had a very wet and cold pair of pokies. Same was true for all the women who competed.

The very next game had the women put on a very thin wife beater tank top. I must say that it looked like a Wet T-shirt Contest for all the women that were still saturated from the water balloon toss game that preceded this game. This new game required the female to peel a banana with her teeth without using her hands. The banana was held by her male team member between his legs while he was seated on a chair. The male was to remove the female’s tank top while she was busy working on the male’s banana. Once the banana was peeled, the female was to take a big bite. The first female topless and with a bite of banana in her mouth won. If there was a tie, then the female with the largest bite in her mouth won. Unfortunately, my wife and I finished 3rd in the competition, so we finished 0 for 2 for the day.

Next, we went over to the lingerie shop to select my wife’s new negligee for the evening lingerie cat-walk show. She found a very sexy robe outfit. It was a floor-length white robe with a plunging neckline. The neckline was trimmed with white rabbit fur and was accompanied by a white rabbit fur g-string. She looked amazing in it.

In the time prior to the fashion show, we drank with friends and listened to the bands. The later bands were pretty good, and we danced to many of their songs. Eventually, it came time to get ready for the lingerie show. I went over to the shop to help my wife get prepared. As she put on the robe, the waist strap busted. There was no other robe in the store like she had on, so she would be forced to wear the robe wide open in the front. Like a trooper, when it was her turn on the cat-walk, she came briskly down the cat-walk with the floor-length garment flying to her sides and behind her exposing her full frontal nudity with the exception of her little white furry g-string. The guys lining the cat-walk were in a frenzy watching her dance by. She even took a little time to take a twirl on the stripper pole at the far end of the walkway. As I grew hornier and hornier watching her. I was telling my dick to delay its erection for later use. Only achieving partial success, I gave her a big hug and humped her a little as she came off the stage.

From there, we headed for the bus that traveled around the campground. However, we had to make a stop by the motor home for her to change into her regular rally clothes. For this particular evening, she had selected a very short school girl black pleated skirt and was commando. Her backless top was a gold metallic with a plunging cowl neck which was then held on by two thin gold chains – one around her neck and the other around her waist. She looked as sexy as ever in that attire. Once on the bus, we spotted a number of women providing blow jobs for their men, and other women with their skirts pulled up and riding their seated man’s erect member as the bus bounced over the bumpy rode. The bus was so crowded there were no seats available for my wife and I. So we were forced to stand in the aisle holding onto the handholds protruding from the ceiling. It was a good thing those were available or we would have been thrown onto the laps of the people seated near us due to the bumpy ride on the dirt roads. Of course, we had not forgotten to carry our tankards with straight Tequila for her and Jack for me. My wife was already pretty drunk from the many straight shots she took before walking pretty much naked in the fashion show on that cat-walk.

She continued to hit the sauce on the bus ride as we watched the sexual activities occurring around us. Then suddenly she set her tankard down and lifted herself where she was parallel to the floor, but about 4 ½ feet above it, with her legs extended across the bus aisle and her feet resting on the open window sill across from us. To the surprise of the guy sitting directly in front of the open bus window, my wife’s feet were spread on each side of his ears providing him with a direct shot of her vagina. He could have easily provided her with a pelvic exam had he been a doctor. Her school girl skirt was hanging down toward the floor, which provided all seated facing us with a clear view of her bare, commando naked ass. She continued to hold herself in that position as the bus rocked along. I noted that the metallic backless top offered some great side-boob views that really got me worked up. I finally could stand it no longer and slipped my right hand into the side of her top and started massaging her boob. With both hands holding her ceiling handholds, she couldn’t ready let go to defend herself. In fact, she made no move to stop the massage. I decided that she would really enjoy a two-boob massage over the single boob massage. Therefore, I slipped my left hand into the other side of her top. It was somewhat of a tight fit, but I was able to get ahold of both boobs. Unfortunately, the thin gold chain that held the top together at her waist busted, and the top went flying off the left side of her chest. Her boobs were totally exposed. She attempted to drop down from her perch and at the same time let me have it verbally for breaking her top. Once standing, she examined the top and discovered that the waist chain had broken somewhere near mid-length. She was really pissed, and was giving me the what-for. I offered to attempt to fix it, but a nearby woman also offered to do the same for her. Being mad at me, she selected the woman. Although the woman had good intentions, she lacked the requisite skills and gave up the task, The woman then asked her husband to help out. He quickly agreed. He pulled the top over to the side to get a little slack in the two pieces of chain, which uncovered my wife's left boob. She didn’t protest and stood there with her one boob flash and even continued to take her Tequila shots while the guy attempted repairs. I couldn’t help but to notice the guy was very ready, not only pull the top to the side to view her boob, but he kept pushing the boob back away from the chain with his hand. It seemed like he was more successful with his boob feels than with the needed repairs. Finally, after an extended period of time, another guy that had been closely following the repairs said that he thought he would be able to complete the repair. My wife said, “Have at it.” He pretty much used the same M.O. as the prior guy. In fact, there was a line of about five guys that all had a shot. After which my wife finally acquiesced and allowed me to attempt to put things back in order. Following an examination of the busted chain, I told her that I could fix it, but she would have to take off the top for me to do it. She said, “Well, for the last I don’t know how long the entire crowd on the bus has been looking at my exposed boob. So, I guess another boob won’t hurt anything.” She stripped off the top, and within five minutes I had the chain repaired and handed it back to her. As she was putting it back on, one guy leaned over and told me, “I really preferred it the other way.” Everyone laughed – including my wife.

Within a short while, my wife suggested we leave the bus and go to the After-Hours Club on the grounds. So we did as she suggested and departed the bus. As we strolled toward the club, the sexual activities in the area began to pick up a bit. We walked pass an open-top Jeep with a woman bent over the lap of a male occupant that she was providing a rigorous blow-job to. Then as we had almost reached the club, there was a topless woman with her bikini bottom pulled askew leaning forward over the hood of a vehicle providing an ample target for the guy who was poking her from the rear. Although I found both incidences worth slowing down to watch, my wife wasn’t impressed and quickly entered the club. Once inside, we realized that the club was only plying recorded music. Although we stayed for a couple of songs, we really wanted a live band to dance to. So, we headed out to return to our RV for the night. We were hoping for a similar sexual episode to what we had had the night before. We were almost to the RV when a guy approached us that we had several extended conversations with during the two weeks at the rally. He said that he just wanted to tell us how beautiful my wife is, and how he also enjoyed her various stages of dress and undress during the rally. He also said that he was on the bus when her top busted and attempted to volunteer to try to fix her top, but he was too far from us to be recognized for the chance to repair. He then asked if I would mind allowing him to have a feel of her boobs. I said that it was totally up to my wife. She looked at him for about 15 seconds and then somewhat reluctantly agreed to allow him the feel.

I must say that he was not shy about going for her boobs. He went under her shirt and gave them both a healthy feel and massage. He then asked my wife if he could kiss them. She was a little taken back, but then again reluctantly agreed. She undid the chain that held the neck up on her top. The top then dropped down to her waist exposing her erect tits from the damp night air. He leaned over and gave each tit a nice kiss, but then opened his mouth as wide as he possibly could and started sucking in each boob as far as possible. After a few seconds of this, my wife started backing away with him following after her. She then said, “That’s enough!” He apologized for his actions, but said that he was just overwhelmed with her luscious boobs and lost himself. With that, we said our good nights. We went into the RV and started attempting to recreate last nights sexual experiences. As my wife and I dropped all our clothes on the floor, and she leaned over the RV’s steering wheel bent at the waist with her legs spread, I entered her from the rear. She moaned as I humped her, and she backed towards my erect member. After only a few minutes of this, we heard someone yell, “Yippee, ride that stallion, cowgirl!” We both looked out the windshield of our rig and saw that same guy that garnered the boob feels and kisses just a few minutes earlier, watching our every move. My wife leaned forward just a little more with us still attached and hit the down arrow on the automatic windshield shade. With that, our voyeur quickly disappeared. Following the interruption, we did our best to match the previous night’s exotic and erotic sexual experience. JonScores!