Saturday, July 19, 2014. I slip off my light dress, the only thing on my body, drape it over the couch. Val, already naked, darts ahead into the veranda. Karl and Chloé’s pool stretches half inside, half out into the garden. We crave these visits, their hospitality—and more. Val dives in, water swallowing her curves. Two years on, she’s still my everything. I perch on the edge, toe dipping, eyes devouring her crawl under the half-open glass door. Outside, high hedges shield us. Chloé waves from her lounger, her sheer blue pareo hiding nothing.
“Hey Chloé! Swim with us?” Val calls. Chloé teases no bikini. Val retorts naked too, flips into backstroke. Her tits bob, smooth shaved pussy gleams in sunset. Chloé’s pareo drops. She dives, sleek young mom body slicing water. They kiss cheeks. Banter flows: maillots, lingerie fittings where I modeled for a tightwad fiancé, my accounting gig for Chloé now. Val asks for Karl and baby Claire—weekend away. Just us three, all night. My mind flashes: a year ago, sharing my suicide attempt story, our nude beach healing Karl.
The Awakening: Dipping into Dangerous Desires
Val snaps me back. I propose a game. Injustices— they’ve read my secrets, not vice versa. Hands on their slick, smooth pussies, I rule: Val recounts exhibition romps with ex-Pierre. Chloé, her first nudist thrill. Loser gets my dare. They agree, smirking. I lounge on warm stones, legs spread, eyes shut. Guess who checks my wetness. Val starts: Pierre’s ‘little player’— dares on paper. She loses first: strips in lingerie store fitting room, dashes naked to next booth, robe askew flashing tits and cunt running out. Next: nude alley cross, begs fuck but he refuses.
Chloé’s turn: college flatmate Alice, beach jogs. Spots nudists, craves topless. Ditches bra, panties pre-run. Strips in woods, runs panty-less, then topless on sand, full nude in surf. Alice bolts, leaves her barefoot 15km home half-naked. My pussy drips to Chloé’s tale. Fingers plunge, lips suck, I cum hard. Chloé wins. But I twist: our ‘little player’ at three. Karl judges calls via speaker: cinema strip-masturbate; restaurant double changes; combo with nude joins. I lose cinema. Val’s combo wins. Chloé restaurant. Excitement surges, fear prickles skin.
The Act: Stripping Bare in Public Heat
Dressing frenzy. Chloé drives to multiplex. Fast food first. Corner booth, plants shield. Man across stares. Chloé drops red dress for green gown, flashes pussy rising. I strip to nothing, roll on stay-ups, lace bustier—tits near-spill. Caress clit openly. Val fingers self under table. Chloé swaps to mini-skirt, tank—tits poke fabric. Couple leaves. I nude again, two girls enter, gawk at my shaved slit, heaving breasts. Nuisette barely covers. Chloé picks dumpster alley join: I dash naked outside, heart pounding, pussy throbbing.
Three skirts layer skirt me translucent. ‘Top’—shed one per command. Cinema: strip layers at doors, enter nude. Back row dark. We finger furiously. Val cums first, grips my tits. Chloé sucks nipple, I explode. Lights up—fast-food girls spot us, laugh, know. Film rolls, I eat Val’s dripping cunt. Chloé tempts them. Nude exit: dash corridor, parking sprint to car. Security yell? One girl follows, gets my cum-soaked fingers. Drive off, her white panties flash bye. Val’s pussy awaits my tongue, secret bliss sealed.