In the buff 5

“Oh, Anna, I would love to.”

 

Her visit ended a short time later, curtailed when the rain arrived. The rain began to fall before we got out of the water. Anna retrieved her bikini from the bottom of the pool but exited the water naked and dressed on the patio. She put on her pink bikini and the beach cover up for the walk home, her clothes safely dry in her tote bag.

 

The weather wasn’t particularly threatening, just a warm, steady shower that I expected to last less than an hour. I invited Anna to wait out the rain inside my house but she declined, saying she didn’t want to bring her wet dog into my clean house.

 

She laughed when I offered an umbrella. “For what? To protect my wet bikini?”

 

“Your cover-up is soaked; it’s transparent. People will think you’re wearing pink underwear.”

 

“Ooh, that’s right. Maybe I should take off the bikini.” She gave me a sly wink, called her dog, and they left.

 

Her flippant remark gave me a stiffy when I imagined her naked body walking down the street. Why did the thought of her exhibitionism make me so horny? I waited until she was out of sight and then stroked out a massive load of cum onto the patio.

 

* * * * *

 

I knew Anna would visit me Friday morning because I met her at the grocery store the day before. I want to mention some oddities about that store encounter. First, her greeting set the tone.

 

“Oh, hi, Brett! I almost didn’t recognize you with clothes on.”

 

She said that within earshot of a woman shopper who must have caught the meaning because the woman looked at my crotch as she passed me. Anna was bubbly with excitement. I only noticed the twinkle in her eyes when I wasn’t watching out for other shoppers that might get an earful.

 

She invited herself over to swim the next day after confirming it would be convenient for me. She even set her arrival time at ten o’clock. Then she discussed buying a case of beer (her turn, she insisted) and we agreed to meet in the parking lot so I could take the beer home to put in my refrigerator.

 

We went through separate checkouts and I was waiting at my car when she walked out. That’s when I really noticed her. I admit to being an avid girl watcher. As many as I have watched and judged, I would put Anna at the top of the grade especially after I saw her for the first time in a public setting.

 

She was wearing a rather short, frilly sundress in a rainbow of pastel colors with a wide belt that accentuated her trim waist. I couldn’t see any underwear outline or patch of color through the dress. The way her breasts jiggled and her nipples made bumps, I’m sure she was braless. I could only guess about her panties. Stiff breezes threatened to lift her dress hem but never succeeded.

 

“Why Brett, darling, your eyes practically undressed me just now. Why? You know what my pussy looks like … or did you forget?”

 

“I’ll never forget that, but what’s puzzling me is whether you’re wearing panties right now.”

 

“I guess I’ll have to keep you guessing about that. See you tomorrow, darling.”

 

After I stowed her beer in my trunk, I stopped to watch her sashay across the parking aisle. There was a man putting groceries in his car who also stopped to watch her walk toward him. She had a bounce to her step; I think she was doing it to make her titties jiggle for him. She certainly had developed some attention drawing habits.

 

She gave him a cheery greeting then stopped when he spoke to her. He said something that made her put her hand on his forearm and laugh. What a flirtatious woman she had become!

 

When I got in my car, I saw she had stopped at her car. I adjusted my mirror to watch her loading her groceries. She bent over for several seconds, moving things around in her trunk. The back of her dress had ridden up, exposing all of her shapely legs. I was praying for a strong breeze when providence smiled upon me. I saw her bare cheeks and the bright white strip of a G-string or T-back. Even from thirty feet, I could see her sex making the material bulge.

 

When I turned to start my car, I caught sight of another man peering in Anna’s direction. After backing out, I pulled up behind Anna’s car just as she returned from putting her buggy in the corral. She leaned her head and shoulders through my passenger window to talk to me.

 

“You should be careful what you wear on windy days.”

 

“Did you get your answer, Brett?”

 

I nodded and added, “So did two other guys. You did that on purpose, didn’t you? Make that three guys. There’s a guy in a pickup truck behind you craning his neck.”

 

“Let him look. You gave me the confidence to flaunt what I have. I’m suddenly aware of men watching me and many of them speak to me. Their attention excites me.”

 

“What did that guy say to you that made you laugh?”

 

“He asked if I was a movie star because he thought he recognized me from a film.”

 

“Hollywood or porn?”

 

She laughed. “Who’d want to watch me having sex?”

 

“Everyone.”

 

“Well, if I ever make a porn film, I know whose cock I’d like to have fucking me.”

 

Her uncharacteristic remark left me speechless as she walked to her car.

 

I was out early the next morning, anxiously waiting for her. While staring blankly at clouds overhead, I was thinking about how Anna had changed and what those changes meant for our future interactions. Would my cock be fucking her soon? I figured today would be an important day.

 

I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn’t know Anna had let herself through my gate until Greta trotted up to greet me. I sat up, petting her dog as I watched Anna striding toward me in her beach cover-up. I didn’t see yellow or pink through her cover-up so I figured she didn’t have her bikini on yet.

 

The unrestrained motion of her nipples poking against her cover-up and the dark circles of her areolae I could see through the thin material told me she was braless. Knowing her past, going without a bra was something she would have attempted only recently. Since she was braless when I encountered her for the first time in public the day before, I surmised she felt comfortable enough to make it a common practice, not just in my presence.

 

I couldn’t see any color around her sex either, not even deeper whiteness. Knowing the color of her pussy is close to her skin tone, I believed there was insufficient contrast to see even through the thinness of her cover-up. Such evidence made me wonder if she wore any underwear at all. Such daring aroused me.

 

I stood up so we could hug. She practically attacked me, her body contacting mine so forcefully she almost knocked me off my feet. Putting her arms over my shoulders and around my neck, she pressed her body against me as we began to kiss. Her energetic tongue was saying much more than hello, suggesting she had deep passion she wanted to share.

 

My hand cupped a breast and tweaked her nipple until she mewed with pleasure. I let go of her breast so I could bring both hands up under her cover-up, filling them with her naked buttocks, discovering in the process that she was indeed commando. We were kissing like lovers now.

 

She began to grind her sex against me. When I pulled her cover-up hem to her waist in back, she leaned her hips away from me to allow the front to rise above her pussy as well. When she settled back, I could feel her pubes rubbing on my cock as she wiggled her hips against me.

 

My cock stiffened, rising up between her legs until it was horizontal, in contact with the entire length of her slit. She squeezed her legs to hold it there. I could tell she was aroused because I felt the warmth and wetness of her inner labia draped over my cock.

 

I pulled my hips back a few inches then pushed forward. After a pause, I repeated the moves. She added her own surging to the next one. Soon, we were energetically doing a standing cameltoe slide. She tilted her pelvis until I felt the hard tip of her clit pressing on my cock.

 

Her moans and gasps became so intense that she had to pull her mouth away from our kissing in order to breathe. She put her head in the crook of my neck and increased her stimulation efforts. I figured with a little help, she would have an orgasm. I snuck my hand between us to gather some of her juices on my fingers, and then worked a wetted finger down her butt crack. She drew a hissing breath when I pressed on her anus.

 

“Oh, Brett!” she cried. “I’m losing control.”

 

I pressed harder until my finger popped past her sphincter. She shrieked sharply and her efforts to rub her clit on my cock became violent. Her hands clutched at my back, digging her fingernails into my skin. I felt wetness from her oozing over my cock. I let her ride out her orgasmic shudders until she slumped against me, gasping for breath.

 

When her breathing slowed to normal, she spoke. “I couldn’t help it, Brett. I didn’t know I could orgasm from that. What must you think of me for being so wild.”

 

“I think you are a beautiful woman finally discovering how much pleasure your body was meant to give you. That was incredibly erotic for me too. This is just the beginning of an amazing journey for you. I am thrilled to be a part of it. You know, I almost lost control, too. You have the power to do that to me.”

 

When we pulled apart, my cock was glistening from her juices. She smiled sheepishly when she saw it.

 

“Why aren’t you wearing underwear today?” I asked.

 

“Because today is July fourteenth.”

 

“I don’t get it.”

 

“You don’t know? I’d thought you of all people would know that today is National Nude Day. I was looking up information about nude beaches when I discovered it. I thought this would be an appropriate day to begin being a nudist.”

 

“Yeah, you can get naked when you’re in my yard, but it was quite daring to walk over here wearing nothing but that revealing cover-up. What if some other neighbor saw you?”

 

She laughed sharply. “I should tell you about talking to old man Rogers at his mailbox.”

 

“Oh, please do. I can’t wait to hear this.”

 

“Mr. Rogers is a widower who lives two houses away from me; the first neighbor I met because he is always out puttering in his yard. I think he’s lonely living by himself so he enjoys people stopping to chat, which I often do. He’s so friendly and likes to pet Greta.”

 

I asked, “Today was different?”

 

“I’m sure he noticed my nipples. The way he kept staring at them made them tingle.”

 

“That doesn’t seem so unusual. You can get that reaction even when you wear a bra.”

 

“But when he bent over to pet Greta, I saw his eyes trying to look up my legs.”

 

“Did he see anything?”

 

“Not at first.”

 

“Oh, this is getting good.”

 

“He started talking about how to check her for fleas and ticks. I think he did it to have more time, hoping to see something. I already know how to check her but I let him think I wanted to learn. I stepped closer and he lowered his head trying to see higher. He was trying so hard. I kinda felt sorry for him.”

 

With a laugh, I asked, “What did you do?”

 

“He said he found a flea. I squatted down for a closer look. He moved his head to be over Greta right in front of my knees but I kept my legs together.”

 

“What you did is called cock teasing. He must have been frustrated by it.”

 

“Not for long. I shifted a little and let my legs come open.”

 

“You deliberately flashed him! How did he react?”

 

“He stopped talking. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. His mouth hung open and I thought his eyes would pop out their sockets.”

 

“How did showing him your pussy make you feel?”

 

“Kinda naughty. Very excited. My heart was pounding. I wanted to rush over here to you.”

 

“You’re more than just a nudist, woman. You are an exhibitionist like me now.”

 

She pulled her cover-up off. “Well, we nudists need sunscreen. Let me do you first, this time.”

 

She worked fast, making no effort to be sensual … until she did my cock. After working me into an erection, she continued stroking me, tightening her grip and increasing the speed of her strokes. One of her hands played with my balls and made repeated forays down to tease my anus.

 

When pre-cum leaked down my glans, she leaned her head close to study it. I began to squirm. Her mouth opened and inched lower, and then her tongue wetted her lips. The possibility of her sucking my cock pushed me to the edge of coming. Suddenly, she licked the dribble off my glans.

 

“Damn, I’m losing control,” I warned.

 

With her hand making squishy noises stroking my cock, I raised my hips and groaned. She pushed a finger into my ass and I exploded. With an awed expression, she watched me shoot ropes of cum across my stomach.

 

She spoke with a sense of accomplishment. “Wow! I made you come! I’ve never seen semen coming out of a cock before.” She stuck a fingertip in a puddle of jizz and then put it in her mouth. “Or tasted it.” I suspected from her smile that soon she would be doing more than tasting it.

 

After cleaning me up with a towel, she seemed eager for similar treatment, expecting me to give her a happy ending too. I would make sure she got one. I worked at a brisk pace, arriving at her sex for the finale in short order.

 

When I asked her to “open up,” she put her feet on the ground on either side of her lounge chair, spreading her legs more than ninety degrees. The wide spread of her legs pulled her pussy lips apart, exposing her glistening inner labia and vaginal opening.

 

I used both hands as she had, but I combined clit and G-spot stimulation for maximum arousal. Knowing her husband had serious foreplay deficiencies, I called upon my vast experiences to stimulate her clit with a variety of touches and pressures to overwhelm her with excitement.

 

Her vaginal opening was wide like her thigh gap and she was already extremely wet with arousal. I easily pushed three fingers into her. Bending my fingers, I found the spongy pad of her G-spot. By her reaction when I pressed on it, hers was sensitive.

 

Her arousal was amazingly easy to bring to a full boil. Her earlier orgasm caused simply by a cameltoe slide was not a fluke and not related to long abstinence. She was a passionate woman and would be a hot partner for any man; shame on her husband for being too backward to mine her gold that was right on the surface.

 

As she neared her climax, I could feel her vaginal spasms start. She was adding to the pressures of my hands with hers. Her hips bucked vigorously, driving against my hands as well. Acting as though driven by undeniable urges to get another release, she was essentially fucking herself on my hand. I could have been a statue with her providing enough motion to get herself off.

 

My vision was drawn to her head twisting from side to side with her eyes half closed, while her cries of delirious excitement filled my ears. I knew she would be well lubricated for my big cock because she produced copious wetness that oozed, not squirted, when she came.

 

When she finished, I made a demonstrative display of sucking her juices from my fingers. “Lovely. I want more.” Her big smile said she understood the promise in my simple words.

 

I left her to enjoy the afterglow while I fetched cold beers for us and water for Greta. By the time I returned, she was standing, ready to enter the pool. Walking naked without shame, she slipped her hand into mine. We didn’t swim at all. As soon as we entered the water, she pulled us over to where I had set our beers on the edge. She took two big swallows; sensing she wanted to talk, I took a swallow and waited.

 

“I don’t know how else to say ‘Thank you’ except from my heart.” She put her arms around me and kissed me. There was body contact in the way a naked man and naked woman can’t escape but not any sexual intent in her body language. All her emotion came through her lips in the tongue-less kiss.

 

“That’s for what you have done for me. You’ve made me see a whole different world than the one I’ve lived in all my life. I can’t believe the changes I’ve gone through but I don’t regret any of them. I will never go back to the way I was. I’m ready to move on, to make more changes, to experience new things. You have what I seek. You’ve had wealth where I’ve been poor. I would love to have you show me the way to live like you do.”

 

“Baby, you have stirred new feelings in me. I started out interested in my pleasures, in freeing your chains enough so I could have sex with your body. Somewhere along the way, I became interested in making you a complete woman where your desires create pleasure for you. I hope I’m a capable enough teacher that I earn the right to be your lover. Because of you, I’ve also learned how narrow-minded I’ve been about beauty and passion as we age.”

 

“Darling, you’ve said the things I needed to hear. You gave me the two best orgasms of my life today and we haven’t had sex yet. I want you to be the lover who finishes the beginning of my new life. I have deep feelings for you but don’t worry that I will ever use the word love when talking about us. I don’t think I will ever look for another husband so our age difference will never be an issue. Neither do I care to be or to have a live-in companion. But that doesn’t mean our relationship can’t last a lifetime.”

 

Having settled her uncertainties, and a few of mine for that matter, we drank our beers and talked about how our lives entwined. At the same time, our bodies where simmering in slow-cooking passion. We both enjoyed keeping an arm around the other, ensuring constant touching. Our lips met often, beginning in friendly acknowledgements and becoming the source of building passion.

 

Because we were nudists, her breast pressing against my arm, her pussy leaning on my hip, or my cock poking her body seemed inconsequential to our awareness. Because we were intent on being lovers, her hand wrapped around my cock, my fingers caressing her nipples, or my thigh pressing into her clit while we kissed aroused our libido. By the time we engaged in full body contact and long, deep kissing, we had reached an urgency to our passion that had one possible outcome.

 

She was leaning on me at the end of our last kiss, pressing me against the wall. Her nipples poked against my chest, her pussy hairs tickling the base of my cock as it snuggled between her legs. She pushed herself away from me and looked down at my cock. Reaching down, she took hold of my cock and rubbed its head on her clit.

 

Looking up, she told me in a husky voice, “I need you, Brett.” Her eyes searched mine for agreement; I nodded.

 

She took my hand again, this time wordlessly leading me from the pool to our chairs. Stopping to rub a dollop of lotion on her hands, he asked me to lie down on my back. After I had settled down as directed, she swung a leg over me to straddle my legs and sat down on my thighs. She was the aggressor and I chose to let her have her way.

 

I had a great view of her golden pussy and her labia stretched open just above my cock. Within seconds, my cock was swelling with anticipation. She leaned forward and began spreading lotion on my chest. My stiff cock’s head maintained contact with her ass cheeks, feeling her movements.

 

Placing her hands on my stomach, she leaned on them while rocking her hips, walking her position down my legs until the tip of my cock nestled against her opening. I thought she was going to lean forward and let me enter her but she went for more teasing as she rubbed my chest. I could feel her building wetness as my cock moved against her inner folds.

 

Once again, her hands on my stomach helped her adjust her position. Lifting her body high enough, my cock flipped onto my stomach. Then she moved forward, looking down to guide her sex down so that my cockhead was at the top of her slit.

 

Placing her hands on my knees behind her, she leaned back with her eyes closed and began sliding her hips back and forth. The hard button of her clit was bumping across the ridge of my cockhead. I reached up to take hold of her surging breasts. Our breathing had become raspy gasping accentuated by moans and grunts as she ground her sex on me. Her labia were engorged, waiting to be penetrated; I was rock hard, coated by her wetness; we were as ready as we could ever be.