In the buff 4

I stopped abruptly with my hand outside her suit, resting on top of her mound. Her eyes opened to see me watching her hand activity. Without a trace of embarrassment, she remarked, “That was quite the experience, Brett. I figured you would make it sensuous and you didn’t disappoint me.”

 

Grabbing her top with one hand, she stood up before she casually put it back on, deliberately giving me another look at her lovely breasts. “Let me do you now,” she said, taking the lotion from my hand.

 

I stretched out on my stomach to start, carefully positioning my cock between my legs. She worked as slowly as I did, combining sweeping palms and gently pressing fingers. Controlling her movements carefully, she only bumped into my cock once while working my inner thighs. She skipped doing my ass, moving to my arms and back next.

 

After working her way back down, she spent extra time and energy on my butt. In addition to spreading the lotion, she took the opportunity to squeeze my cheeks vigorously. She boldly slid her fingers down my crack and over my anus, stopping only after brushing slowly over my nuts.

 

After I turned over, she started again with my legs. When she reached my upper thighs, she moved my cock out of the way by placing it on my stomach. In the same manner as my backside, she saved doing my groin for last.

 

She had been giving a running commentary about my muscles, eventually asking about the exercising I do to maintain my manly physique. She seemed to admire my pectorals in particular and spent time playing with my nipples.

 

Having only my groin left to do, she stopped. “I suppose you want me to put lotion on your cock too.”

 

“Everywhere the sun shines,” was my response.

 

With a smile, she grabbed my cock and held it off my stomach so her other hand could spread lotion on my skin where it had been lying. She gently put my cock back down and gave it a little pat when she finished.

 

I imagined she was enjoying her exploration of male anatomy she had never seen before just because of the way she approached the application task. She told me to spread my legs so she would have more room. I dutifully complied, unconcerned about what body part she needed room to reach. Her hands were all over my balls, also lavishly covering my perineum and sneaking a few teases down to my anus. Did she have a curiosity about anal sex? I decided to test her receptivity if I ever had an opportunity.

 

She put a fresh dab of lotion on her hands and then wrapped them around my cock. The look of intense interest on her face as she slid her hands up and down was enough to stir my blood. She had perfect tenderness in the grip she used to spread lotion up and down my cock with the stroking motion. Holding my shiny cock vertical to admire her work, she seemed pleased with herself for causing it to swell to a full erection in her hands.

 

“Having never done this before, I thought I might need to ask if you liked it, but I can see you did.” Using her thumb and index finger, she pinched my glans before standing up. “Now Brett, honey, can you get me a cold beer? All this work has made me thirsty.”

 

We sat down to chat and swig hard-earned beers but the intense sun quickly made us uncomfortably warm. Moving into the pool, we brought our koozie-covered beers to the pool edge. For two hours, we swam a little but mostly stayed immersed in the cool water.

 

Despite consuming two beers each, our water activity wasn’t as frisky as the last time. She did give my cock a few playful tugs and let me grope her a little but I sensed other attempts were discouraged. We only hugged twice and kissed once. Much of our mundane conversation involved financial investments.

 

I sensed she was holding back, determined to keep our sexual contact from escalating further. Her change since the sunscreen application fun we had was puzzling. I wondered if I had done something to cause her mood change, or was she unhappy about what she did or allowed me to do. At least she wasn’t angry and the little bit of play we did enjoy suggested all was not lost. I figured the only way to get past her funk was to be friendly and non-aggressive.

 

When we got out of the pool to have lunch, I opened my patio table umbrella so we could eat in its shade. She stopped at the lounge chairs to pick up her tote bag. I wondered if she needed more sunscreen but I was leery of bringing up the possibly touchy subject. Because she was smiling and she had just cracked a little joke, I gambled but asked her in a non-suggestive manner.

 

I was relieved when she sweetly told me, “I have a beach cover-up to protect me for now. Let’s wait ’til after lunch for more sunscreen.” I watched her slip a simple, dress-like cover-up over her head. The white material was somewhat sheer, allowing the pink color of her bikini to show through.

 

After leaving her sitting at the patio table, I busied myself in my kitchen making a grilled chicken salad and cutting up a honeydew melon. From my window, I saw her walk to the pool house, probably to use the bathroom. She was just sitting down again when I came out with our food.

 

After being in my air-conditioned house, the outdoor heat and humidity felt like walking into a wall. I realized the lack of air-conditioning in the pool house made the changing room and toilet too stifling to use on hot days. While we ate, I talked about the heat and the conditions in the pool house. In conclusion, I suggested she use my house.

 

Following a little laugh, she remarked, “I thought you were going to suggest changing here on the patio.”

 

I was happy to hear her use sexual humor and laughed at her remark. “Well, you certainly could do that too if you wanted to, but the offer is genuine.” We also talked about the possibility of her using my pool even on days when I wasn’t home. I told her I would unlock the latch on my fence gate so she could open it from the outside.

 

While we talked and ate, I sensed something different about her appearance but I didn’t identify what it was while my thoughts were busy following our conversations. After we finished lunch, Anna stood up and announced it was time to put on more sunscreen. While looking at her standing expectantly in front of me, I suddenly realized I couldn’t see her pink bikini through her cover-up. Instead of broad swatches of pink, I could see smaller patches of yellow … much smaller.

 

“Did you change into a different bikini?”

 

“I’m surprised it took you so long to notice. I thought you notice everything about a woman’s appearance.” With a dramatic flair, she removed her cover-up. “Well, how do you like me now?”

 

My jaw dropped in stunned silence. She was wearing a miniscule string bikini. Small triangles of fabric hardly covered more than her nipples, leaving most of her whitish breasts exposed. An equally small strip, hanging from strings sloping down from her waist, barely covered her pubic mound. She turned around to show the backside was a narrow band that only covered her crack, leaving most of her luscious cheeks exposed.

 

I finally found my voice. “You look amazing in that. I’m surprised you found the nerve to wear it.”

 

“I have no doubt you would have given me enough encouragement but you made me feel so sexy in the pink one, I was afraid you would talk me into going entirely naked before I could model this one for you. It would have been anti-climactic.”

 

I was glad to hear a reason for her morning behavior. I felt confident I could be aggressive again. “I see lots of white skin. It looks like you’ll need sunscreen on greater areas than this morning.”

 

“We better get started then.”

 

After lying on her stomach on the lounge chair, she immediately untied her top without me asking. Other than the strip of fabric covering her ass crack, the woman I had been lusting over for the past few weeks was naked, waiting for my touch. I could hardly keep myself from rushing as I followed the deliberate routine I used just hours earlier.

 

The string bikini’s fabric was unlined and as thin as a handkerchief. My hand easily slid underneath the strip, allowing me to put lotion on every inch of her ass. When my fingers followed her crack, they stopped to press on her anus. As I anticipated, her reaction was a favorable wiggle rather than clenching to deny access.

 

When I asked her to flip over, she didn’t bother to move her top with her; she simply rolled over topless. Her stiff nipples seemed to be begging for attention, which tempted me to grab her titties right away, but I stayed with my slow and steady routine.

 

When I finally worked on her chest, her enjoyment and my fascination almost carried me away. For a mid-fifties woman, she had amazing shape and firmness to her breasts. I spent an inordinate amount of time rubbing, squeezing, and pinching. They had such a nice feel to them, I didn’t want to stop. She enjoyed the way I manhandled her; I could tell by the way she stuck her chest out to encourage me, and the way her breathing became rapid panting.

 

Eventually, I left her happy mountains, headed for her valley of love. The first time my hand went inside her bikini panty, I had a palmful of her pubic hair. I pulled my hands back up around her navel and while I worked there, her hands slipped down to her hips and untied the suit’s strings.

 

I understood what she wanted me to do. I peeled her suit down and let it fall onto the chair between her legs. “Expecting to go pantyless?”

 

Her voice was suddenly full of husky desire. “You never know. You might as well be thorough. Cover everything.”

 

I had a clear edict from this naked woman to use my hands to complete her journey over to the wild side. I could reasonably expect success if I chose to seduce her right then. While seduction was my ultimate goal, our relationship had been such a wonderful journey already that I wanted to enjoy every little step.

 

The next step before me was applying sunscreen lotion to her exposed vulva. As my fingers started combing through her pubic hairs, I chose to make it titillating for her by describing her sex. My words were manna to her growing exhibitionism.

 

“You are a natural blonde, I see. Your pubes are a special color, like honey, a shade I haven’t seen before. They’re not a tangled mass either, lying straight in even coverage like you combed them. As if your youthful looking body isn’t desirable enough, your pussy will draw a lot of attention when I take you to a nude beach.”

 

Judging from her sharp breath intake, I think I surprised her by suggesting a public setting for her nudism. She had been moving slowly toward this intimate display of herself, perhaps being willing only because she felt comfortable in the privacy of my yard or was seduced by my gentle encouragement.

 

I pinched several golden pubes between my thumb and index finder, and gently pulled on them. “I like the feel of them, too, so soft and fine. I’ll tell you this; I recommend shaving or waxing to most people but in your case, with such a beautiful looking pussy, I say, leave it natural.”

 

I had pushed my hands along her groin creases a couple of times before asking her to spread her legs. I didn’t really need more room; I just wanted her to feel vulnerable. After she complied without hesitation, I hooked a hand behind her closest knee and pulled her leg wider. My other hand rubbed on her tender inner thigh until reaching her labia. From there, my fingertips concentrated on applying lotion to her vulva, simultaneously probing and rubbing the things I described to her.

 

“Your legs have nice muscle tone, even on your inner thigh. Your labia majora structure, this part here, is wide and well padded. Labia are also part of the mons pubis, so yours contribute to both your prominent mound and the wide gap between your legs. There’s a natural gap between your labia too, but yours is exceptionally well defined. It must make it hard for you to avoid showing a cameltoe.”

 

She nodded and admitted, “It sure does.”

 

“If you realized how sexy that is to some men, me especially, you might want to embrace it as a natural ability to turn men on. Your wide slit also lets these thin folds of your inner labia protrude. They create a visible little ridge that I’ve noticed even through your bikini and clothing.”

 

I essentially massaged her labia under the guise of applying lotion, eventually pushing both sides inward to squeeze her clit, then seesawing my hands to twist it. I could feel the bump swelling.

 

“Your wide slit makes your clit stand out but also means it needs plenty of protection from the sun. A clitoris is like a tiny penis. It is extremely sensitive because it has more nerve endings that the head of my cock. That makes it a bad place to get sunburned.”

 

Having explained the necessity of including her clit, I pulled her clitoral hood up and rubbed it vigorously. She reacted as one might expect. Her hips began to wiggle; her eyes closed; and whimpers of pleasure rose from her open mouth.

 

“Your clit is having an erection. They swell to hardness from an increase of blood just like a penis. Yours is quite pronounced, looking like a little white grape nestled in your labia.”

 

I slid a finger down her slit and curled it into her vagina, purposely pushing the heel of my palm firmly on her clit at the same time. She gasped as my finger entered her.

 

“You’re so wet. I’m afraid I’ve made you sexually excited. I better stop.” I pulled my hand away.

 

“No, you don’t have to stop, Brett. I like what you’ve been doing.” She grabbed my hand and tried to push my fingers back into her but I resisted.

 

“I’m sorry, Anna, I’m not going to do that yet. Maybe next time.”

 

Her expression showed her disappointment but only briefly. She recognized, after all, that I had promised further sexual play later. I had succeeded in overcoming her puritan views and made her willing to have sex with me but I was using an edging technique to build our growing excitement to explosive levels.

 

When I helped her stand up, she left both pieces of her bikini on the chair. I wondered if she was going to remain naked now so I asked her.

 

“No, not yet. This tiny bikini was expensive and for what I paid for it, I’m going to wear it at least once.” Her words included a promise for a different outcome to a later situation as well.

 

She took her turn applying more sunscreen lotion to my body. Despite taking less time than she had earlier in the morning, she was equally thorough in coverage. I attribute her efficiency to having less interest in exploring my anatomy. Even covering my cock didn’t last long enough to give me an erection.

 

When we entered the pool, she began swimming laps, presumably to work off some nervous energy. She stood up several times to adjust her bikini top; pushed by the water, her top kept slipping off to the side. I could see her uncovered nipples at times and she usually reached under water with both hands to yank her panties upward.

 

When we stopped to sip our beers and chat, I looked at her breasts near the water surface. “Your bikini material is so thin, it’s translucent when wet. I can clearly see your nipples and even the little bumps on your areolae.”

 

She tugged at her top but recognized the futility of her action. “Gee, I wonder what the panty shows.”

 

She had me assess the answer by floating on her back while pushing her mound out of the water. “Well, the color of your pussy isn’t dark enough to show through, but the fabric is so supple, I can tell where every hair lies. You also have a massive cameltoe going on. There isn’t much detail about your vulva that is hidden.”

 

“I guess I can’t wear this in public,” she concluded.

 

“Not unless it’s your intention to give somebody a free show.”

 

We spent about an hour in cuddly conversation. The looseness of her bikini made it easy to grope her. She allowed my finger to massage her clit and even slip into her vagina. In turn, she played with my cock and balls quite often, causing several erections.

 

When I was ready to get us more beers, she asked to use my inside bathroom so I showed her the way. I was back in the water by the time she came back out. Walking toward me, barely covered by tiny pieces of cloth, she looked younger than ever. Instead of easing down the steps back into the water, she walked to the pool edge at the deep end and dove in.

 

When she surfaced next to me, her top was severely askew. Instead of straightening it, she reached behind her back and untied it. Pulling it off, she tossed it on the pool deck. “Damn thing won’t stay in place, anyway,” she complained.

 

“Don’t be too upset. I’m happy you chose to take it off. I think you might as well lose the panties, too.”

 

“I already have.”

 

“Already have what?”

 

“Lost my panties … over there somewhere … when I dove in.”

 

I put my hand on her pussy to confirm, and then I started laughing immediately joined by her. I knew I could bed her any time now but I wanted her to get used to being naked first so she would enjoy all the sensations without equating the situation with being seduced.

 

“I thought I would never have the nerve to be naked in public yet here I am. It sure didn’t take you long to get me out of my clothes, you devil, you.”

 

“No, I purposely took my time. If I was pushy, you would have stopped coming around. I never actually asked you to get naked. I just described why I do it, told you how good you would look, and let you decide for yourself.

 

“Besides, I hate to quibble with you but you are not naked in public. Not yet, anyway. You are covered by water, in a private yard, and there aren’t any strangers here to see you. You’ve only learned to trust me enough to get over your severe shyness. Being naked in public requires another whole level of bravado. Let me try to describe to you what naked in public feels like.”

 

Taking her by the hand, we exited the pool and I led her to a small spot of sandy soil with no vegetation. I directed her to stand in the sand and close her eyes. Standing behind her without touching her, I spoke softly in her ear.

 

“Imagine you are at a beach. Feel the sand between your toes. Feel the sun on your skin.”

 

She interrupted me, “I can’t, it’s cloudy.” She had allowed the reality of approaching rain showers interfere with her imagination.

 

“Work with me here. You’ll have to use your imagination for most of this. You’re at a nude beach. Feel the warmth of the sun on your bare breasts. Feel the wind tickle your pussy hairs. You are naked … but so are most of the people around you.” She reacted by covering her breasts and pussy with her hands. I gently pulled them back to her sides.

 

“The naked people are all different colors, ages, and sizes; white, black, and brown; fat and skinny; old and young. Most are nothing to look at. You can see men with shriveled up peckers under big beer guts, and women with big, saggy breasts hanging almost to their waists. In comparison, you are a beautiful goddess, the sexiest woman on the beach.

 

“Most nudists won’t pay any attention to you. They are regular people, at the beach to enjoy the water and sun. They just don’t care to wear clothes.

 

“There are always leering men around. They will make sure you can see their dicks. Some will touch themselves to get hard. They hope you spread your towel near them so they get long looks at your perfect body. There are crabby women who’ll give you dirty looks. They’re afraid their men will pop boners when they see you. They’d rather you move far away.

 

“It will take many visits to nude beaches to feel comfortable in nothing but your own skin. You will learn that you are in control; the creepy men can be made to leave with a simple request. You may start to enjoy the attention and excitement. You may even make new friends at the beach.”

 

I turned her around. “You can open your eyes now. How do you feel?”

 

“I’m trembling with excitement. I think I’d like to go to a nude beach sometime but I would need you with me to feel safe. Will you take me?”