code to call American Airlines and book her
ticket.
"You're crazy. There's no way you're going,"
said Amy. "To a stranger's apartment, on a... nudist beach."
"Sounds perfect," said Megan, breezily. And
booked her ticket.
Climbing out of the bath and wrapping
herself in a fluffy white robe, she returned to the window,
wondering when Marc would contact her, or if he would simply show
up at the door - with his key. The thought made her feel uneasy,
and she slipped the chain on to avoid surprises.
She checked her Facebook on her phone. No
word from him yet. She decided not to post a status update saying
she was there. Keep him guessing for a while.
Perhaps she would take a walk on the beach.
Most of all, she wanted to sleep, but this was Europe and she
wanted to experience it without wasting a moment.
She dried herself, enjoying the sensation of
the warm breeze on her skin.
She reached for her clothes, then hesitated.
She had never stayed in a naturist resort before, and was not sure
of the etiquette. If she took off her clothes on the beach, then
where did she put them? In the end, she decided it was just too
weird to get into the elevator and walk through the foyer nude, so
she slipped on a light dress that she could carry easily.
No point in wearing underwear if it was only
going to come off again. Although she was uninhibited by nature, it
felt strange to have everything on show, and she was glad she had
gone for that last-minute waxing session which had left her
feminine mound beautifully exposed and soft to the touch.
Within minutes she was on the beach, feeling
distinctly overdressed.
The vibe was less overtly sexual than she
had expected, at least on this part of the beach, and it felt like
the most natural thing in the world to pull her dress off over her
head and stroll along in the surf, her skin soaking up the sun.
It felt as though all eyes were on her,
young and old, male and female. She stole a glance from under her
eyelashes. Although a few of the nude family groups were going
about their own business as if this was the most natural thing in
the world, she had been right to suspect that there were plenty of
people checking her out.
She smiled to herself. She had worried that
she would feel self-conscious for the first few times, but she need
not have been concerned. She realised with wonder that she was
getting off on the looks cast in her direction. She felt her
nipples harden and a warmth spreading through her groin, making her
wet.
She had read online that the dunes were
where all the exciting stuff took place. Maybe Marc would be there?
Even if he was not, she owed it to herself to check out what was
happening. The website made it sound, well, if not harmless, then
safe. Although the dunes were a well-known cruising area for
singles and couples alike, they were so popular at this time of
year, that wandering a little off-piste did not feel like a
risk.
She was ready to try something new. The
boredom of her life in Chicago and her stultifying job was killing
her. Worse, she was hardly getting any action. At least while she
was at college in Florida, away from her family and schoolfriends,
she had the chance to experiment. Back where people knew her, she
was limited to the odd one-night stand with the dull lawyer types
that her friends lined up for her, all with such disappointingly
vanilla tastes that even an ass-fuck felt like a novelty. Shame she
had to be the one who suggested it. The guy seemed to enjoy it, but
didn't follow through with a second date. Guess she just wasn't
marriage material.
More than anything, she appreciated this
sophisticated European take on nudity. There were people on the
beach who were definitely there for some action, but mostly people
were sunbathing, swimming, reading, playing beach games. It felt
wrong, yet somehow so right.
Careful not to catch anyone's eye yet, she
walked purposefully along, her toes in
ticket.
"You're crazy. There's no way you're going,"
said Amy. "To a stranger's apartment, on a... nudist beach."
"Sounds perfect," said Megan, breezily. And
booked her ticket.
Climbing out of the bath and wrapping
herself in a fluffy white robe, she returned to the window,
wondering when Marc would contact her, or if he would simply show
up at the door - with his key. The thought made her feel uneasy,
and she slipped the chain on to avoid surprises.
She checked her Facebook on her phone. No
word from him yet. She decided not to post a status update saying
she was there. Keep him guessing for a while.
Perhaps she would take a walk on the beach.
Most of all, she wanted to sleep, but this was Europe and she
wanted to experience it without wasting a moment.
She dried herself, enjoying the sensation of
the warm breeze on her skin.
She reached for her clothes, then hesitated.
She had never stayed in a naturist resort before, and was not sure
of the etiquette. If she took off her clothes on the beach, then
where did she put them? In the end, she decided it was just too
weird to get into the elevator and walk through the foyer nude, so
she slipped on a light dress that she could carry easily.
No point in wearing underwear if it was only
going to come off again. Although she was uninhibited by nature, it
felt strange to have everything on show, and she was glad she had
gone for that last-minute waxing session which had left her
feminine mound beautifully exposed and soft to the touch.
Within minutes she was on the beach, feeling
distinctly overdressed.
The vibe was less overtly sexual than she
had expected, at least on this part of the beach, and it felt like
the most natural thing in the world to pull her dress off over her
head and stroll along in the surf, her skin soaking up the sun.
It felt as though all eyes were on her,
young and old, male and female. She stole a glance from under her
eyelashes. Although a few of the nude family groups were going
about their own business as if this was the most natural thing in
the world, she had been right to suspect that there were plenty of
people checking her out.
She smiled to herself. She had worried that
she would feel self-conscious for the first few times, but she need
not have been concerned. She realised with wonder that she was
getting off on the looks cast in her direction. She felt her
nipples harden and a warmth spreading through her groin, making her
wet.
She had read online that the dunes were
where all the exciting stuff took place. Maybe Marc would be there?
Even if he was not, she owed it to herself to check out what was
happening. The website made it sound, well, if not harmless, then
safe. Although the dunes were a well-known cruising area for
singles and couples alike, they were so popular at this time of
year, that wandering a little off-piste did not feel like a
risk.
She was ready to try something new. The
boredom of her life in Chicago and her stultifying job was killing
her. Worse, she was hardly getting any action. At least while she
was at college in Florida, away from her family and schoolfriends,
she had the chance to experiment. Back where people knew her, she
was limited to the odd one-night stand with the dull lawyer types
that her friends lined up for her, all with such disappointingly
vanilla tastes that even an ass-fuck felt like a novelty. Shame she
had to be the one who suggested it. The guy seemed to enjoy it, but
didn't follow through with a second date. Guess she just wasn't
marriage material.
More than anything, she appreciated this
sophisticated European take on nudity. There were people on the
beach who were definitely there for some action, but mostly people
were sunbathing, swimming, reading, playing beach games. It felt
wrong, yet somehow so right.
Careful not to catch anyone's eye yet, she
walked purposefully along, her toes in
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