Necessary Exposure

Hayley stood before the mirror, working her brush through yet more tangles in her hair. As the brush pulled free, several drops of water fell from the ends of her hair, dripping onto her shoulder and down her breast. She looked at herself in the mirror. Age 40. Assessment. She wasn’t 30 anymore, or even 35. Her breasts sagged a bit, but then, 38C was a mature size. Her skin wasn’t quite… well, it was just looking aged. Not old, just older. Not clouded with spots, but not blemish-free either. A stretch line here and there. It didn’t bother her. If she repeated that long enough, she would believe it, surely.

Her breasts retained their roundness, however. They hadn’t gone flat like some of her friends. Steven would think it an ultimate irony, she supposed… his utter fascination with her boobs compared with what she felt was her own disinterest. They were boobs. Stuff them in a bra and you’re done for the day… no need to dwell on them. But still, she did so now, and although she looked fine, she didn’t really want to contemplate how her body would change over the next 10 years.

The feel of Steven’s hands as he grasped under her breasts caught her by surprise. His touch was familiar, weighing he breasts and kneading them softly. She hadn’t heard Steven come up from behind her. But he always seemed to show up for a look and a grab whenever she was naked. That was definitely a good thing. She wouldn’t want him looking elsewhere. He now looked at her nude form over her shoulder, as they both shared in her reflection in the mirror. While she didn’t receive any satisfaction from being groped, his fixed interest confirmed that 15 years of marriage had done nothing to lessen his interest in her breasts.

Her thoughts were interrupted as he offered, “I think they’re heavier.”

She wasn’t at all embarrassed at being nude in front of him, but sometimes he certainly made her feel… She wasn’t sure, maybe she felt like a specimen, subject to periodic tests. She recalled a few weeks earlier when she had gotten out of the bath, dried, and stood on the scale, putting her exercise and diet to the test. He had entered the bathroom, looked briefly at the scale reading, and issued a “hmmmmm.” As now, his hands cupped both her breasts, and he had raised them slightly. “Ahh, three lbs!” He then tested the measurement by releasing one breast, watching the scale adjust, switching breasts, weighing again, and confirming the total. “Nice.” Whatever that meant. Was there a certain breast weight that was now in vogue? Did he hear it on the 6:00 news? Did the New England Journal of Medicine publish a study? Ok, Cosmo then? Was this the kind of thing that guys talked about when they went bowling or played golf? In which case…

“I am NOT getting on the scale.” This was just plain awkward. She pulled his hands away and returned to brushing her hair. He admired her breasts a little longer as she kept her arms, and therefore, breasts, raised, while working through her last of tangles of hair.

“Sorry, I just really like holding your breasts.”

“Well, Steven, it’s not like I haven’t told you this before. Little girls don’t grow up imagining about boys groping their breasts and squeezing them like they’re those foam stress relief balls. And it’s not like we grow into the idea. I put up with it because I know you like it, but it doesn’t do anything for me.”

“Ahhh, well maybe that’s it. It calms me. I’m still stressed. Can I squeeze them some more?”

She gave him a playful sneer, effectively communicating her response. “Well, at least your groping feels better than what’s coming in a few weeks.”

Steven immediately looked interested. “What’s that?”

“My annual mammogram.”

“You’ve never really said much about them before. Is it awkward to show your breasts to a physician?”

She considered her answer. “Well, yes, it is, and it seems like doctor’s offices are always cold.” She regretted giving him the mental picture he was now surely forming… Wife, half-naked, hard nipples, distinguished doctor fondling her breasts. It was time to turn him away that particular thought.

“I’ve done it often enough. I suppose I’m used to it, but what the test involves…”

Steven interjected, “Ah, great! So you don’t mind when others see your breasts. Topless beach, here we come!”

“No, we don’t. I don’t think you understand what a mammogram is. So look at it this way. You’re having your penis examined. A doctor, and you can choose male or female, but let’s make it a female just to fit the scene, puts on a latex glove and then not just fondles your privates, but forcibly presses her fingers into your flesh, looking for anything that doesn’t feel like it belongs.”

“OK. Well, that would be a little different, I admit, but it sounds like something some guys would pay for.”

Hayley continued. “And then, after probing firmly into your flesh, you get an x-ray. The doctor or nurse has you place your penis on, let’s say a vise, and then closes the vise on you, tightening, and tightening, and tightening, and… oh dear, your balls are blue. But now that you’re penis is nice and flat, hold still while they take the picture. Get the picture?”

“Ya. Sounds painful.” He looked thoughtful for a minute. And how in the hell had he managed to get his hands on her tits again? She saw him looking at her in the mirror again, and he added, “But, well, see, at least exposing your breasts to others can be beneficial! You should do that more often.”

He was hopeless. She vaguely recalled several times when he had asked her to flash her tits in public places, where only he could see them. She squashed the thought. “Dear, no one wants to see my breasts, and there’s more practical ways of helping humanity.” She released his hands and turned to get dressed. Steven remained where he had been, looking thoughtful.

She was just cutting into her filet at Ferrell’s, their favorite steakhouse, when Steven asked her, “So, only one more week until your workout?” She had no idea what he was talking about. He smiled at her, “Your…,” he lowered his voice, “breast workout.”

Huh? Oh! “I hope somebody sits in that booth behind us quickly, so we can drop this subject. Steven, I’m 40. I know you love my breasts, but, what happens as I move closer to 50? My skin is changing. They’re going to sag more. I’m fighting stretch marks already. For fifteen years, I’ve been putting up with your groping. Still, I’m afraid of that day when you stop, because then I’m going to feel very unattractive. I just worry. I’m getting older. I…” Her thoughts trailed, her breasts not such a distant thought as she might of guessed in mid-life assessments. He probably touched them every day they hadn’t been separated by his business travel. She looked at Steven, who suddenly looked worried, but his face quickly cleared as his eyes lowered to her breasts. She didn’t even want to consider the number of men she had talked to that couldn’t maintain eye contact because of her breasts. It irritated her that Steven, at times, was one of them.

“Hayley, I love you. I can’t say that I don’t love your breasts, because I do. But that’s the point. I do love YOUR breasts, not somebody else’s. For 15 years, yes, I’ve enjoyed you and them. They’ve changed from the girl of 25 to the mom at 40, but they’re still wonderful. In fact, if you wanted to show them to me now…”

He inflected the “now” to a point where she couldn’t tell if he was serious or joking. She chewed on a bite of steak, savoring the flavor and appearing as if she was considering the idea. She put her silverware on the table, put both hands on her lap, and looked around the booth seat down the aisle as if she was… She fixed on his eyes and gave a stern “No.” Men! No, that wasn’t quite it. Kids… He was a grown up kid…

Steven joined her in bed, and they cuddled. “Good luck tomorrow.”

Huh? Ohhh. “Thanks, it’ll be fine.”

“I’m sure it will be. You’ve never complained about them before. I know it’s just an evaluation… clinical, and all that. It’s just a turn on that you’re showing someone else your breasts.”

Well, that wasn’t quite the way she felt about it. “It’s not ’showing’ my breasts. It’s just…necessary.”

“‘Necessary,’ huh?” He changed his voice to a professorial tone. “‘Necessary exposure of your breasts’ doesn’t sound like any fun.”

That got a short laugh from her. She thought for a moment. “I think you’ve finally gotten the point. Well, it’s more fun than visiting the gynecologist.” Let him chew on that.

Hayley awoke late, hazily remembering Steven’s earlier departure for work. She stretched, shifted slightly, and stared upwards, her eyes trailing the slow moving blades of the ceiling fan.

She couldn’t help but think about the love play that they had shared the previous night. Steven had managed to push most of the right buttons, and it had been years since he had whispered in her ear as they enjoyed, for a while, anyway, a slow pace.

She really, really had no desire to show her body to anybody else. Yet, in the heat of passion, she had certainly seemed to. Was it just that, the saying of sweet…but that wasn’t quite it, was it?…well then, naughty nothings during the moment to drive their lusts? Why was she thinking about it now? How had that ever come out? She thought a bit, trying to remember… She pulled the sheet down slightly, absently noticing the slight draft across her breasts. She glanced at them. Her nipples became erect as she looked, and her breasts still maintained a roundness, although they slipped to the side a bit more than they used to, she knew.

Oh yes, he had said how much of a turn it would be to watch her bare herself to another man, in a safe situation, whatever that might be! That was a necessary prelude to her own fantasies of a threesome, but Steven hadn’t let the story go that way.

Instead, he had suggested the vulnerability she would feel of showing a man her breasts for the first time, giving way to a feeling of power as the man succumbed to her glorious assets. And while she still felt the idol worship Steven felt towards her breasts, it had been a long time since she had felt the newness of stripping for another man. Well, other than doctors. And that was where all of this had started, wasn’t it? She didn’t want to think about that just now. She returned to Steven watching her bare herself to another man, rolled over, placed a finger where it needed to be, and played out the scene to her own desired ends.

Damn Steven! Yes, it was necessary, and it hadn’t bothered her before. But somehow, he had twisted her thoughts around, and it wasn’t the cool temperature that caused her nipples to be erect as the doctor pressed into her breasts, making small circles with his fingers. Here she was, without a blouse or bra, and a reasonably attractive doctor, roughly about her own age, was looking at her breasts… and manipulating them between his incredibly tactile fingers.

At last, his probing stopped. He began talking. “I didn’t feel any indications of any problems.” She noted that he was talking to her breasts. Yes, his eyebrow movement suggested that he was still being professional, as if, perhaps, discussing a sample in a vial. But the fact was that he was looking at her breasts. He was still saying something to her breasts, so she inhaled deeply, thrusting her chest perceptively outward. Why had she done that!

She noted his demeanor change immediately, as he betrayed a quick expression of surprise and, she thought, appreciation. Maybe that was why… Then his eyes quickly found their way to her own. “Nurse Powell will assist you through the X-ray, and we’ll be in touch after they’re reviewed in a week or so. Nurse?” And with that, he gathered his clipboard and gave a final nod to both her and her tits before turning towards the door. She couldn’t believe it. A doctor who sees breasts all the time had given hers yet another look. Huh!

The attending nurse left with the doctor, and it was a few minutes before Nurse Powell entered.

“Mary! Hi! I didn’t know you worked here.”

“I have for years, but I worked with two other doctors in the practice. How are you?”

They quickly caught up with each other, it having been a couple of months since they had met at the neighborhood Labor Day pool party.

“Actually, Hayley, I didn’t know you came here either until very recently, when I received a very strange request.”

Hayley expected her to say something, but instead, Mary took an envelope from her clipboard and handed it to her.

Hayley opened the letter, which was sealed. She could have said she recognized Steven’s handwriting, but it was typed. Still, it was Steven’s typing:

Dear Hayley,

Guess what? I love your tits! Surprised? I tried to think of occasions when it might be necessary for you to expose your breasts, aside from medically. I couldn’t think of any! Well, quickly, anyway… But then I kept thinking about it, and, you know me… All I can tell you is that you will be well rewarded. That reward includes travel, arranged kid care, great food, warm climes, and intimate companionship. However, I’ve made an adventure of it. I can’t tell you more, as it will all be gradually revealed as you move from clue to clue.

Steven and his games. She’d prefer it he just said he’d take her on a beach getaway if she’d flash a trucker on the way. She hadn’t done that before, and she didn’t particularly want to, but it would be so much simpler. She saw Mary looking at her, interested. “Sorry, not finished yet.”

At any point, you can say “no.” And I’ll understand. Just dial my cell phone, and it’s “quits.”

Good!

But before you do, you should know that your breasts inspire my lusts, and it’s my proposition that I’m nowhere close to being unique among men in my admiration.

The doctor came to mind far too readily.

I see it every day when we pass men - in the mall, in parking lots, in restaurants. Their eyes always drift to your wonderful tits, and I think you know it. And, too, I think you have the self-confidence to proceed through the points I have planned. I think…

But what fun is this for me? Ahh, glad you asked! You’ll be collecting a record of your travels, for my benefit, of course! If you’re game, it begins with removing the camera I placed in your purse this morning and handing it to Mary, telling her “okay.” She has no idea what this is about, but is playing a small part.

S.

What if she didn’t say “okay?” He didn’t give an option, but apparently, the trip would be off. What could he have possibly planned? It seemed like months since they had been on a date. She really wanted to dwell on this, but Mary was looking at her expectantly. “Hang on, let me read this one more time.” Mary grinned, adding somewhat quizzically, “Sure.”

She re-read the note, focusing on the saying “no” at any point. Mary looked pressed for time. With mental reservations still unexplored, she said, “Okay!” for Mary’s sake. She could always back out later. She retrieved her camera from her purse, and handed it to Mary.

Mary asked, “Steven said he was curious to see what this X-ray was about, so you’re okay with it?”

“Sure, I think.”

“Okay then, tell me how to operate your camera. Is it digital?”

“Yes. Power on here, zoom here, depress here slightly for focus, then the rest of the way to take the picture.”

“Ok, hang on a sec.” Mary retrieved her cell phone from her waist and dialed. “Hey, it’s Mary. She said ‘okay.’” She listened briefly and hung up. “I take it there’s more to this than he’s told me.”

“It’s the start of some grand adventure, he tells me, but I can truthfully say he hasn’t made it clear to me. Apparently this is the first pebble in a trail that leads somewhere fun. I’m thinking it’s a beach somewhere. Not a bad ending to day that begins with a mammogram, I think.”

Mary looked impressed. “I’ll say. I wish Stan would be as considerate.”

“Considerate? I’m not sure that’s the right word. He’s creative, anyway. But, sometimes Steven gets weird ideas. I’ll wait and see how this turns out.”

Mary was as efficient with the camera as she was with the X-ray process.

“I hope I took enough pictures.”

“Trust me. I think five should be plenty. Thanks, I think. You would think if he wanted pictures, he’d want complimentary ones instead of…”

Mary laughed at that. “Well, it certainly made my day a little different. I’d appreciate you not telling anyone about this. I’m not sure the doctors would like it.”

“I’ll keep quiet if you keep quiet. How’s that?”

“A deal. It’s not something I’d want to tell Stan, anyway. He might want some pictures too.” Mary winked at her and turned to leave. “Oh yeah, one more note. I wish I could hang around to see what it’s about, but you’ll have to tell me later. Gotta go. See ya.”

She opened the envelope. “Thanks for playing! Please go to the first floor of Westcott Mall. Near the common mall entrance adjacent to Rich’s is a Fotoflash machine. You’ll find $2 worth of quarters in the change slot in the car. Take a set of pictures of “the subject matter” and await further instructions.”

This was a far cry from passing secret messages like a CIA agent, but, still, Hayley found herself surprisingly excited about the next, hmmm, link, in Steven’s sinister plan. His note wasn’t specific, and she could aggravate him by taking a picture with her blouse still on, but… this wouldn’t be so hard, would it?

The mall in question was one of the nicest in the city, and the food court drew large crowds at lunchtime, which it now was. She found the photo machine, but she was less enthusiastic about it due to the number of people walking through the area. She saw that the machine required $2, so Steven had carefully scoped this out. Which she guessed was reassuring. A view screen on the side showed a series of pictures of two teenage girls hamming for the camera… Not exactly the best photo quality in the world.

Instead of sitting and waiting for the lunch traffic to diminish, she went to the food court for a bite to eat, and then returned to a mall bench near the machine. The foot traffic finally slowed, and she couldn’t see anyone in the area other than an almost elderly black man at a shoe shine stand near the entrance. She quickly walked to the machine and inserted the coins before ducking into the booth and closing the curtain as fully as it would extend. She removed her blouse, and just before removing her bra, she pressed the start button. She barely got into position before the first picture was taken. Three others followed in 10 second intervals, amidst nervous jitters, and she quickly redressed. She parted the curtain cautiously, for no reason than the slight fear that some man may have seen something around the curtain. But there was no one walking in the area.

She was excited again, not in the sense of being turned on, but rather having done something “naughty,” especially now that she was past the moment and hadn’t been caught. Mall security guards! She hadn’t thought about them. Probably a good thing. That Steven…

She stood outside the machine while waiting for the pictures. It took a full minute for the pictures to eject from the machine. She looked at them… Good, her face wasn’t in them, although her chin was on the first one. They weren’t crisply focused, but did she really care? The last couple came out decently, she guessed. Decently indecent.

Now, she was supposed to await instructions. There was still nobody around. After several minutes, the shoe shine man walked up to her, almost apologetically. He was well dressed and had the look of a man who had been in his trade for many years. His head had a way of nodding, and she wasn’t certain if it was an affected mannerism or a nervous habit.

“Excuse me, ma’am. I think I might have something for you.”

My orgasm was hard, so hard I screamed, so hard that I had to rip the vibrator off my clit. I jammed it deep inside me instead, feeling the spasms grip the slick toy with every wave of pleasure. The thumping of the vibe against my G-spot sent me spiraling into another orgasm even before the first was fully ended. As I rode the second tidal wave to its peak, Heather had her own orgasm. Her head fell back and her hips left the bed. I watched her fingers keep rubbing her clit even as her pink nether mouth gasped and shuddered in the throes of its climax. We spent together, leaving us two very happy women, our faces flushed and our bodies still shuddering with the aftermath of our bliss.

As much as I wanted to stay online with Heather, I bid her goodbye. I wished her luck with the rest of her clients. She wished me luck with my story, and gave me her email address so I could send her a copy. I made her a promise before I left the site that this wouldn’t be the last time I paid her a visit. Making my way back to my word processing program, I took a deep sigh and stared at the blinking cursor.

Wiping my hands on my discarded shorts, I began to pound out my story onto the screen. My writer’s block was gone, and my muse was properly stimulated. From the experience I had with Heather, it looked as though this might be my best story yet. I smiled, and let my soul pour forth on the screen before me.

After she’s settled in for a moment I lean over and whisper to her, “I’m proud of you.” which gets a smile back. One of the other Jacuzzi ladies starts talking with Ginnie and they actually get into a good conversation, but mostly about the usual travel things. Ginnie does admit that it’s her first time and the other lady is very sympathetic and comforting. This eases Ginnie tremendously and she finally starts to relax.

After a bit, I notice that she looks a little flush, so I ask if she’s OK. To which she replied that she was getting very hot. I said, “Well, there’s only one thing you can do. OK, two. Either go jump in the big pool, which is empty and dark, or just sit up here.”

The drinks were calming her nerves and she was uncomfortably hot, so she decided to take the latter. I also think the conversations with the people in the Jacuzzi were making her more comfortable. So she moved over to the steps and sat up on the first step so the water surface came to about her belly button. She really looked beautiful in the dim light and all wet. Her very toned and shapely mid-drift was highlighted by the shimmering water and actually took my breath away. I felt lucky to have such a beautiful friend that I feel I can confide in.

She gave me a comforting smile back. In response to a smile that I didn’t even realize that I was giving, but it must have been one of those beaming smiles that parents give to a graduating child. I was proud of her and excited that I could give her this opportunity to change her life, and it showed.

As she became more comfortable with herself, she became less guarded and held her head higher. I also noticed that she was looking around more and noticing the resort and all its different people. Once in awhile I would catch her diverting her gaze and dropping down a little. After a few of these I asked what was up. She confessed that she caught a guy looking at her and was a little ashamed that she was nude. I told her that he wasn’t being critical or judgmental but admiring her for her beauty. She shrugged off that possibility, but I once again reminded her of how beautiful she was and he was just admiring beauty.

I secretly know that guys have more than plain beauty on their mind, but I didn’t want to scare her. She soon started to believe my comment and started to recognize her appeal. Many of the women were even checking her out, as all women do. I suppose it’s a competition thing. I swear I even caught her sticking her chest out a couple of times. I made a soft chuckle, because I knew I could use that to rib her later.

We retired to our room after an hour or so in the Jacuzzi. We were both exhausted from the traveling, drinks and hot Jacuzzi. When we got back to the room, it dawned on Ginnie that there was only one bed in the room—a little difficult to uphold our agreement if we were to share the bed. She snipped that I should have reserved a room with two beds, but I informed her that there are no two-bed rooms. She grumbled loudly, but I assured her that I’d honor our agreement and keep my hands off during the night as long as she wasn’t a kicker. She’s trusted me up to this point and I haven’t gone back on my word yet. She reluctantly agreed and we both crashed for the night.

I was up early the next morning and had already taken my shower (outside of course) before she awoke. I know Ginnie is grumpy in the morning, especially before her coffee, so I had a fresh cup waiting for her. She joined me on the balcony for a bit before throwing on a camisole and shorts for breakfast. I told her that she didn’t need to, but it grossed her out a little being nude in a restaurant. Out of respect, I put some clothes on too, but I knew by the end of the weekend, I’d have her dining in the nude.

After breakfast Ginnie was up for some shopping at the boutiques that line the pool area. Great, with all the clothes shopping I’ve done with Ginnie over the years, I always wished that I could join her in the dressing room. Another fantasy comes true.

I mentioned that they have lots of sexy, show off clothes and we could get her something for that evening in the nightclub. I explained that the women compete for the sexiest outfit of the night and they sometimes even have a lingerie contest. She said that she already packed one of her favorite outfits for the night and that I’d definitely drool over it, as will all the other guys. My dick twitched to life that comment.

The first boutique was ripe with lots of frilly, CFM (Come Fuck Me) clothes. This is going to be fun. We were both still clothed from breakfast, but I felt the need to get myself free and show off a little for Ginnie, the clerk lady and any other women that may enter. But I couldn’t make it obvious, so I excused myself from the shop for a minute and said I was going to stake out some lounges by the pool before the good ones are gone. And of course the only thing I could reserve two chairs with was my shirt and shorts.

So, I walked back in the boutique with an air of nude anticipation of watching Ginnie try on clothes. The boutique was helpful in that respect by not having an official dressing room, although on a previous trip, I saw an embarrassed woman head back to the stock room to change. Of course, I would have none of that this time.

I pointed out a few tops to Ginnie, which she agreed to try. She fell into the normal habit of looking for a dressing room, to which I told her there wasn’t one. I replied to the disbelieved look that, “Well, at this place there’s no need to hide when changing.” The clerk nodded in agreement. A little taken, Ginnie relented although headed towards the corner, which had the mirror anyway. I of course offered to hold her selections as she removed her t-shirt. This was actually the first time this weekend that she took off her clothes in daylight and without being liquored up.

I took in the beautiful sight as she motioned me for the first top. It was a lace and beaded number that showed plenty of midriff. Ginnie always had the greatest curvy midriff and loved to show it off. She was also the queen of lingerie and had a whole collection. I haven’t seen any of it of course, but she’s told me plenty of stories with past boyfriends. Tonight will be the first time though that anybody besides her lover has ever seen her collection.

With her back to me, she pulled the top over her head while I marveled at her breasts through the mirror, as they were pulled taught from her arms over her head. A lovely view, which I know would be even better if her nipples were fully erect. Patience I tell myself. As she adjusts, she finally gets my attention back to ask how it looks. Her beautiful breasts are proudly on display as the lace cloth surrounds her breasts with hanging beads barely covering her areolas. Any swish and her nipples would peek through the beads.

The store clerk encourages her to shake her shoulders, to which Ginnie obliges with a surprised look of content on her face. The clerk comments, “The beads stimulate your nipples as you walk or dance.” Ginnie flashes a passionate grin as she shakes her boobs to feel the beads dance across her nipples. It’s readily apparent that the desired effect is working… not only on her nipples, but my dick as well. I don’t try to hide it, for in the next few minutes of trying on these few outfits, I fully expect a proud and full erection to grace the store. I’m loving this and I’ve hoped for this exact situation many times.

To have direction over a willing model and plenty of naughty clothes while I’m nude myself. The situation of also having a lady clerk sneak a glance adds to the excitement. Every woman appreciates a look at a hard dick, but is usually ashamed of staring when others that may judge are looking on. This situation though is somewhat contained and is between two women that can share the rather forbidden experience.

I ask Ginnie how she likes the top, to which she replies, “I really like it, and it’ll look great on the dance floor. But I already brought some of my own outfits.” I reply that we should try on some other outfits just to see how they look. Ginnie and I do this try-on game all the time, but this time is definitely more interesting.

Her next outfit has two pieces, a tight and stiff bustier top and frilly hip hugger panties. Ginnie holds up the top, almost getting a bigger size when the clerk says it’s the right size and stretches. Ginnie pulls her nipple teaser top over her head, which apparently did its job. Her taught breasts and now quite excited nipples causes my dick to get a little more elevation, which is now getting the attention of the clerk, who dashes away to the jewelry case to get something.

Ginnie is now struggling with the top and motions for the clerk to help, when she says, “I’ll help ya with that, and I have something else for you to try.” I see that the clerk is holding a decorative chain of some sort.

Ginnie finally gets the tight bustier around her torso and struggles to keep her nipples contained in the purposely tight top. I take one look and realize that they’re supposed to be out in the open. I struggle to comment, as I’m swept away by the image of Ginnie’s boobs pushed up high and on display. No matter how great a pair of boobs are, they always look better in a push-up. Ginnie now bends over and wiggles out of her shorts. It’s about time. My dick gets another twinge as she stands back up fiddling with the panties to see how they work.

She looks so awesome bottomless and casually trying on clothes. She pulls the panties up on her waist, but acts as if there’s something in there with her. The clerk pulls the front away to show her the mini dildo sown into the crotch. She says, “You place it inside and it stimulates you as you walk or dance. It’s not very big, but it really gets the job done. It’s just a little more naughty walking around wearing those, knowing that you’re getting totally off while going about your normal day. They’re my most popular.”

Ginnie asks if it’s one of those dildos that has a remote control, to which the clerk shakes her head no. Ginnie shows a sign of relief and slowly guides it into place but comments that she’s not wet enough yet. I take that as a cue and wiggle my hips to get my now almost fully-erect dick swinging in a playful show. Ginnie responds as if she hadn’t noticed it growing this whole time. I realize she’s still a little shy yet about blatantly gawking at nude guys. That will change by the end of the weekend.

The clerk is definitely checking me out, just as we all notice another person entering the shop. I stop my little show as we all are a little embarrassed, but we’re in the back of the shop, so nothing is visible from the front. It’s a young looking girl that walked in fully clothed. I estimate she was around 18 or so and said hi to the clerk lady as if they were friends.

She wasn’t a great looker, but nice and had a bouncy walk. She walked to the back of the store to check out what was going on. When she realized the situation, she playfully pointed down at my erect dick and giggled, “I see your clothes here are having the desired effect there, Nancy.” We all had a chuckle and I realized that my display was appreciated with the new girl and that she wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. She introduced herself as Cassie and that that she lived at the resort, so she’s seen it all. I found out later that she’s quite popular and although young, she’s quite experienced in the going’s on around the resort.

Ginnie returned to adjusting her new toy and smiled as it hit its mark inside her. The clerk then presented the chain she was holding and said, “I noticed that your nipples are the perfect size and shape for this.” She holds up the foot-long chain in front of Ginnie and shows her that the loops at the end of the chain wrap around each nipple. The clerk motions to attach the chain between the nipples, when I interrupt and happily volunteer to do the honors.

Ginnie gives me the ‘go ahead, why not’ look which surprises me a little considering our rules before coming to this resort, but I’m going to try my best to at least get a few caresses in this weekend. Those toy-filled panties must be starting to take effect.

I ever so lovingly take one of her nipples that was just showing above the bustier and try to work it into one of the loops. I needed to tweak it a little because it just wasn’t puffy enough yet, but it didn’t take long and I pulled it through loop, which was a bit smaller than her nipple on purpose. The clerk says that it’s a perfect fit and the tight loop will keep her nipple engorged enough to hold the chain. I do the same to the other nipple and stand back to admire my work.

I look down at my still very hard dick and announce somewhat loudly, “My flagpole salutes that very hot outfit. And who fills it too.” Cassie looks up from her browsing and yelps in agreement. I notice that she had positioned herself this whole time to get a full view of Ginnie and me. I just love an audience. I suggested to Ginnie that she take a test drive and see how the “accessories” felt.

Surprisingly, she walked out the front of the store and around the deck adjacent to the store. There weren’t but a couple of people around outside and far enough away that Ginnie didn’t feel nervous walking around in such an outrageous outfit. She even had a little spring in her step and must be enjoying the stimulation. I think I created a monster, and she probably won’t want to take it off, at least the panties.

As I stand towards the front of the store and thoroughly enjoying Ginnie’s pleasure strut, Cassie asks the clerk if she could try on the teddy in the window. The clerk begins to remove the window display as Cassie starts to peel off her clothes in a rather seductive way. All the time looking at me and my unabashed stance at the front of the store sporting an erection. I’m loving the attention and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve received complements about my package. I seem to turn women’s heads when I’m either wearing a suit or nude, go figure.

I’m now focused on watching Cassie remove her clothes and I’m pleasantly surprised at what was hiding under those baggy shorts and sweatshirt. She has quite the nubile body and very large boobs that must be the perkiest D-cups that I’ve seen since arriving. Of course since she lives here, she has no tan lines and her crotch is completely shaved. My dick gets even harder, which I didn’t think was possible after watching Ginnie, and I’m feeling quite flush by now. The head of my dick is even getting purple and uncontrollably twitching up and down.

I say to Cassie in a broken squawk, “Girl, look what you’re doing to me. I’m about to loose it right here.”

To which Ginnie quips to me, “Cool your jets, well… in this case, jet.” Cassie just proudly smiles as she’s brought another man to his knees.

The clerk comments, “You just gotta get him all excited, don’t you Cassie. Well, here, try on this teddy and try to not wiggle too much.” I can see that the clerk lady is a little peeved at Cassie’s teasing, as if she’s been through this many times with this young girl trying to grow up too fast.

I sheepishly say, “Thanks though. I’m enjoying this hard-on tremendously. A great way to start the day.”

I explain to the clerk and Cassie about this being Ginnie’s first time at any resort like this, which garnered welcomes all around. They both even offered to hang out with Ginnie to help her over her fears or just be a friend for the weekend. Ginnie graciously welcomed their offer and vowed to catch up with them later.

Then all fell silent for a second as the three women looked down at my still erect dick, wondering what to do. Cassie joked to Ginnie that she should take care of that before I explode. Ginnie embarrassingly explained our situation as friends, our agreement for the weekend and her growing disappointment that she couldn’t have that beautiful dick inside her.

Cassie piped up and volunteered to help with my predicament, but Nancy snapped back at her to cool it. I sensed Nancy’s motherly concern toward Cassie. No doubt the resort staff have their hands full keeping Cassie from screwing every guest in the place.

I fantasized about Cassie’s offer, but a stare from Ginnie was enough to quench the thought.

Cassie lifted the teddy back over her head and left it on the counter, once again happily exposing her body to me. We wandered around the shop for other goodies, and found a couple more pieces of body jewelry for the both of us.

Ginnie wanted to keep her highly-stimulating outfit on for a while, but it was a little too sexy for day wear, so she covered it with her long t-shirt as we got ready to leave. My dick was already starting to subside a little, knowing that I’d have to walk past the restaurant and front desk on the way out.

As much as I enjoy waving my erect manhood in the confines of the store, I don’t want to offend the more conservative guests as they eat their breakfast. There’s no point at getting kicked out so early in the day. At night, things get a little more risky, as all the kids are out of sight.

Ginnie and I take a break in our room and eventually head for the pool deck. As usual with women, lounge chair selection was critical, so I just followed with all the stuff in hand. I wasn’t complaining though, as I was mesmerized in trail of Ginnie’s awesome swishing ass.

She didn’t want to be close to the pool but a couple of rows back. I obliged because I suspected she wanted to have the comfort of some chairs in front of her if she was going to lay down with her womanhood on display. I liked the back row anyways, because I get to sit back and enjoy the parade of exhibitionists without looking too obvious. And the beautiful women were out in force today.

One of the main reasons I enjoy Paradise Lakes is that the beautiful people hang out here, unlike most other nudist resorts with either earthy people that aren’t into shaving even their armpits or old and gravity prone people trying to relive their youth. Most of the people at Paradise are there to show off. You see lots of middle-aged well kept women that still look very, very good. And plenty of surgically-enhanced boobs on display. If I paid that much for a boob job, I’d want to show them off too.

Once we stake out our lounge chair claim, Ginnie is finally starting to relax and become more comfortable being nude. The relaxing hot sun is helping wash her cares away and she is starting to accept her new state. I sense that she hasn’t accepted this lifestyle yet, although she is being a trooper and humoring me a little. Kind of, “alright I’ll do it, but I don’t have to like it.” Fair enough. She promised to try it and see how things went.

I complement her, “I’m proud of you Gin. I know it took a lot of guts. Thanks for trusting me with this immense leap of faith. I promise that after this weekend, you’ll be a changed woman.” She gave me a little bit of the eye, so I retort with, “All for the good Gin, it’s all about confidence. So relax and try to have some fun with it. Where else can you see all these good looking guys totally nude?” She cracked a small wicked smile. “That’s right, take a look.” I said.

She then realized she could look all she wanted and not be embarrassed about looking. I also told her she was turning quite a few heads herself. She gave me that naw-I’m-not gesture and I said, “Ya they are. They’re sure not looking at me. So have some fun with it.” Although, I don’t think she was anywhere ready to do that. Maybe she will, by the end of the weekend.

I motioned for Ginnie to join me for a dip in the big pool, but she wanted to jump in the indoor pool first, because it was empty. I didn’t understand this logic because she has to walk over nude anyway. It’s probably just because it’s empty. As we walk over I try to ease her nerves and keep her talking.

I ask if she’s ever swam nude before because it’s a glorious feeling, well at least for guys it is. She tells me of when she skinny dipped with her boyfriend on Long Island when she was in her twenties. She definitely liked the feeling. We both dived into the deep end of the indoor pool and it really surprised us at how cold it was. We didn’t last long and swam the length of the pool right to the stairs. As invigorating as it was, we both had enough and walked up the steps.

Ginnie stared at my crotch and giggled, “A little cold there for ya.” My dick was a shriveled-up little nub.

Quite embarrassed, I jeered back, “Alright missy, I see you’re a little cold too… Rudolph.” while I stare at her nipples that were leading the way. As we walked out to the big pool I then realized, “Hey, you knew that pool was cold. Just to get me.” I noticed a little smirk out of her as she bolted towards the heated pool.

I’m always observant at this resort for first-timers. As I mentioned, I totally enjoy introducing new people to this lifestyle and hearing about their first time. It’s like I get to relive my first time all over again. The nervousness combined with excitement and facing a fear that this prudish society has placed upon us. It’s such a burden that strikes fear in us whenever we need to change clothes.

This time, I observe four teenage girls that have set up camp in the lounge chairs near the cabana bar. It’s a little out of the way and slightly hidden by a planter. Just arriving to the resort, the four girls start to remove their outer clothes, shorts and t-shirts to reveal actually somewhat conservative swimsuits. Three are in bikinis and the more conservative looking, in all respects, is wearing a frumpy one piece. No doubt from the looks on their faces, this is the first time any of them have been to a place like this.

I suspect they came together to see what this nudism thing is all about and possibly partake. Since Paradise Lakes is clothing optional, there’s no pressure from the members to be nude all the time. But what a shame, coming all this way and not at least trying the nudism experience. They all had pretty good bodies, although the one-piece girl was carrying some extra weight.

They probably agreed to come on a dare or adventure, because they were obviously quite scared by the way they were talking and moving. They all embarrassingly averted their eyes when a good looking nude guy walked by them. In time I’m sure they will be scoping out everybody’s normally hidden body parts.

After about a half hour and a few nervous trips to the bar for drinks, the conservative girl in the one piece pulled her halter top down to her waist, exposing a nice set of boobs. Quite large for her frame. I can’t wait until I see her walk around with those bouncing away. Her action of lowering her suit caused them to jiggle quite a bit already. She felt pretty proud of herself and the other girls acknowledged her boldness and realized that the time for the rest of them to do what they came here for was now upon them. I’ve seen this before, most girls will not initiate getting undressed in public unless others are doing it also. Just one of those, “Alright, if everybody else is…”

Within a half hour, all four of the girls were frolicking in the big pool, fully nude.

Ginnie and I spent the rest of the day around the pool. There were plenty of firsts for her: nude water volleyball, nude lunching, nude outside showering, nude swimming and lots of nude conversations with some very interesting people.

We were beat from all the activities and intense sunshine, but our second wind kicked in as we got ready for the night’s activities. Ginnie was getting real excited going back to our room and changing into some lingerie for the party. I can see the naughty twinge in her step. She’s finally starting to enjoy this nude teasing thing.

She gives me the high sign for my choice of silk boxers while I now get to see her try on different combinations of lingerie. I told her to bring a few outfits, but she probably had six or seven complete outfits with various combinations of exposures. She tried to kick me out so I can just see the finished product but I would have none of that. I explained that my opinion as a guy is very advantageous to her getting the guy she wants.

We discussed our goals before arriving at the resort. She told me again that she considered me just a friend and had no sexual desires for me, although I know she looks at me in a lustful way sometimes. I told her that I’ve always wanted to have sex with her and I would be delighted if we did, but I’ll respect her wishes and not try to seduce her.

In exchange for my distance, I talked her into letting me tease her in a sexual way but knowing that there is definitely a limit that I shouldn’t cross. I took full advantage of this opportunity. No kissing or no touching between her legs or her butt, and although she tried to keep her boobs off limits, I already had tweaked them in the boutique this morning to get that chain to hold. Yea! I know she’s into mutual masturbation from previous conversations, but I don’t mention it for fear that she may put a ban on it and get real defensive if I go for it while wanting her to watch.

So our goals are to have sex with other people, just not each other. I mentioned that the resort had a swinger element on weekend nights, which will work out perfect. We can hook up with another couple and have sex with them, all the time appearing that we were a couple ourselves. This will keep us together for the evening and allow us to explore other people.

So, back to the lingerie fashion show to decide what to wear for the nightclub. By habit, she is going into the bathroom alcove to change, which is what she’s done before when I’m critiquing her various outfits. I reminded her where we were and she was actually relieved a little. I think she enjoys changing in front of somebody. She models her various outfits and I’m going for the ones that are frilly and show off her classic hourglass figure. The corsets do nicely and easily pass the hard-on test.

When she tries on some lingerie that I really like my dick twitches and pokes out of my boxers, of which I have the fly unbuttoned for just such an occasion. I just love it when a girl on the dance floor gets my dick hard and I forget that I’m wearing something that allows it to poke through. The sexy girl sees my condition and blushes. I just let it fly and make sure she gets an eyeful.

I confess that when I go clothes shopping with Ginnie, my dick gets hard when I see something I like. She blushes and says she didn’t know she had that effect on me. I warn her that if I don’t get laid tonight, I’ll have to relieve myself in some way. She doesn’t get defensive and giggles a little while telling me that I probably wont have any problem tonight hooking up with a cutie.

She says that I’m a very good looking man and have a very nice dick that the girls of the resort have been taking notice of. I see my opportunity to start an erotic conversation with her and ask her why it looks good. She then goes into why the shape of the head is so good and how it’s very much bigger than the shaft.

By now I’m very hard and want her to go into lots of detail. I take off my boxers so I can get her to talk about it and possibly touch it. I let her know that I really enjoy talking about these intimate details with her and how that even though we aren’t lovers, she can openly talk about my dick. Great, this opens the door for me to talk about her boobs and pussy in great detail throughout the weekend. I’ll be taking advantage of that opportunity. She gets closer to me and kneels down to examine my dick in detail.

My dick is getting hard but still pointing down. She describes that since the head is so much bigger, it feels good for a woman and stimulates the inside of her more. She then asks if I could lift it so she can finally see the sensitive underside. I tell her that she can do it herself, hoping that she will.

She thinks about it for a moment and realizes this may cross the line in our original agreement, but I know she’s horny after parading around all day without clothes and really liking the way people are admiring her body. So I know she wants to. Just doesn’t want to admit it. I comfort her by saying that I’ll still respect our agreement for no sex and not try to push it that way. I continue by saying that she can explore at will and when else will she get to play with a guy’s intimate parts and not be expected to put out.

She sees the logic, much to my horny delight and grabs my dick to examine the bottom. As she does the head of my dick is getting bigger, harder and purple. She says a big “wow” and is very impressed that it gets so much bigger than she’s ever seen. I tell her that before she just hasn’t seen it full. She’s impressed and says that I really got to show that off to the girls more. She says that she saw a few girls check out my hard-on earlier and that she will definitely spread rumors around that it gets better.

She then examined the bottom and even took a grab of my balls. She then looked up and gave me that devilish smile that she approves. She said that she really wants to see this version of my dick more this weekend. I reminded her that it needs help to get that big. I can get it hard for outside viewing by just seeing a nice rack or butt, but it needs more help to get it rock hard and purple. She gives me that, “OK, I’ll remember that for later” look. The weekend is getting better by the moment.

She’s turning me on so much that I caution her to let go before she gets a face full. She quickly retreats and says we don’t want that now because you’ll need your horny edge for tonight. So this tells me she is really into my dick and wants to see lots more of it tonight. I quickly put my boxers on and think of something else, but I keep thinking that now I have a green light for more touching of her. This will get interesting on the dace floor later.

She finally decides on what lingerie she wants to show off and we head down for some drinks at the bar. She finally decided on a corset-like black teddy with a thong, stockings and spike black shoes. The corset top covers her boobs, but also provides quite a bit of lifting. The matching black lace thong is not see-through, but her butt is on display. She’s ready to party. Quite the outfit and I realize my dick will not be down for the entire night. She gets a little concerned that I’m still a little hard and that we may be asked to leave. I remind her that the kids are not up and it’s adult time in the nightclub.

I won’t be the only stiff dick in the club tonight. I notice that I can see her very hard nipples through the fabric. I tease her by asking if there’s some wetness to go with those nipples and she nods. She also says she has a surprise with this outfit.

After about an hour mingling and dancing, I began flirting with this hot girl down the bar who’s with a guy. She definitely wants me to ask for a dance. She’s about 25, with long dark hair. She’s wearing a long shear drape with only a thong underneath. She definitely has augmented boobs that spring out as really perky Cs. Each nipple has a gold ring that keeps them swollen.

A slow song begins to play, so I go over to ask for a dance. As we’re dancing, I get to play with her nipple rings and she grinds her hips towards me. I tease that I can’t feel her enough, while I take my dick and place it down her front and inside her thong. So now the head of my dick is rubbing against her hair. We continue the rest of the dance this way and when we part, my dick is standing straight out. I give her boobs a final thank you caress and walk back to Ginnie, proudly waving my erection.

I can see Ginnie is getting plenty worked up with the dancing and drinks. She also notices that most of the women that were wearing very elaborate lingerie outfits are progressively removing parts as the night wears on. The waitresses are even topless by now. The sexual energy is contagious and Ginnie asks me if I can hold something for her. Curious, I say, “Sure.”

She then reaches down to fiddle with the top of the corset and removes the top half of the bra part, just leaving the push-up part under her boobs. This lifts her bare boobs high in the air. Oh, so that’s the surprise. Wow, she looks so good in that outfit I can’t help but get an instant hard-on, and my knees almost buckle. Since I removed my boxers a long time ago, I’m at attention in the open. But I don’t mind, it wasn’t the first one of the night. So I just enjoy the rush and Ginnie likes what she sees too. One of the ladies next to us notice my condition and jabs her friend to look at me. I notice this and give a shrug while pointing to Ginnie. Both ladies chuckle and understand.

Ginnie and I culminated the evening in the hot tub. We didn’t hook up with another couple for any serious bonking that night, but we both got hand jobs under the water.

I wake the next morning to a beautiful sky. Even without seeing the clock I can sense it’s still pretty early, but I’m awake, so I roll out of bed and see Ginnie is still sound asleep. I open the room door and relish the fact that I can stand out on the balcony without any clothes on. I wish I could do this all the time at hotels. I decide the morning is too nice to waste, so I wake Ginnie and announce that the day is now on and we need to go take a shower before breakfast.

Ever since we arrived, Ginnie was always pretty shy about taking showers out in the open. I confidently stroll over to the showers by the pool all the time to take my shower and tell her that as long as I’ve been coming to this place that I’ve never taken a shower in the room. It’s very enlightening to do something traditionally very private out in the open for all to see. Morning is special; it’s a different set of people that prowl the morning.

At this resort, I find that two basic types of people are enjoying the early morning before the masses arrive; the calm before the storm as you will. The first set are the people that have hectic lives and just naturally wake very early. I know that once I wake up, there’s no use in trying to sleep in any longer. Even if I don’t have anything pressing to do. Many people are like this. Mostly middle age people that are used to a routine.

They stroll out of their rooms and very methodically walk through the pool area to the restaurant as if a continuation of their daily routines. But nude of course, so it’s a little different than normal. But I suspect the people that frequent this resort as nude participants are probably also walking around their home nude and eating their breakfast in the nude. Definitely purists, and appear very focused as they walk the grounds in the early morning.

Those aren’t the interesting people, the other group really is. I’ll call that group the prancers, and I’m one of those. Some are left over from the party the night before, but most are the restless type that just need to start that exhibitionist fix as soon as possible. I wake up always ready to start the day and my usual enthusiasm is heightened greatly when I’m at a nudist resort. I just can’t wait to start parading around in the morning, not to mention my dick is always hard when I wake up… as if to announce, “Hey dude, let’s go show the girls what they want.” And they do want.

Most of the women that I get into an amorous conversation with, wholeheartedly admit to love seeing guys naked and especially sporting a hard on. Although the underlying etiquette is to keep it at bay, you’ll never hear a woman complain. I’m not alone in the prancer group. There’s plenty of them in the morning with that heightened awareness of sexuality in the air.

The guys are looking around as they walk through the pool area, hoping to see a hottie or interesting situation developing, such as a guy and girl swimming in the pool chasing each other in the excitement of the morning or a lone woman in the hot tub just waiting for somebody to come over and start talking to them. All under the guise of waking up.

The women do it too. I’ve seen many women by themselves enter the pool area clothed and proceed to seductively strip before entering the pool for a morning dip. They try to look all casual about it, but you can tell they are showing off. So the prancer people share a common interest in exhibitionism and voyeurism. And it’s all fun and acceptable.

The best thing though is that there are very few people around and a guy can get away with sporting a hard-on, or semi hard-on. Because it’s the first thing in the morning, everybody knows that guys are usually hard first thing in the morning. It’s a natural thing, so a hard-on is forgiven and looked upon as, “well, he can’t help it.” Of which I take advantage at every opportunity.

When I’m at this resort, I always get a second floor room around the pool complex. That way I get to scope out things and plan my exhibition adventures. I typically get up in the morning and stand at the rail outside my room for a bit before venturing out for that outside shower. I don’t even really care if I’m standing there with a hard-on because if somebody walks by or sees me from below, it’s forgiven, remember. I then grab my towel and head down stairs. I just love the feeling of my semi-hard on jiggling and hitting my legs as I bound down the stairs. I feel alive and excited that somebody may see me.

I then make sure that I walk right past the girl cleaning the pool. She’s usually young, focused on what she’s doing and fully clothed. Did I say that I enjoy CFNM situations—that’s Clothed Female Nude Male, of which I take advantage of at every opportunity, but that’s another series of stories. Without fail, the pool girl casually looks down at my dick when I walk by. I look intently at her face to see that voyeur look that I love so much. That look of, “oh, no big deal, he’s nude, but I’ll still look and ogle.”

I then proceed to the outside showers that are semi enclosed. At most resorts, outside showers are usually just a shower head attached to a pole, but this resort upgraded these a little. I’ll describe this particular set-up because it’s important for the situation that involves Ginnie. There are three stalls semi-enclosed and connected side by side. The sides jut back about three feet from the back wall. About five feet back is a counter backed up with a wall about five feet high with two-story condos beyond that. One end of the enclosure is open to the pool area and the other end has a wall of lattice that is easily seen through. So, once in the shower people can glimpse parts of people in the showers.

The second floor of the condos get a full view of anybody taking a shower, but somebody walking by the back wall can only see people’s heads. This is a guys delight, because he could be sporting a raging hard-on but only the dedicated voyeurs positioned correctly can see it all. And people are walking by all the time.

Therefore, I always take the opportunity during my morning shower to get myself good and hard knowing that people walking by can’t see my hard-on, it’s my little secret. I can also turn around quickly if someone enters the shower area. If it’s a woman entering the shower, I don’t turn around and give her a good show, which is always appreciated. They can secretly look without being caught. It works every time.

So, back to waking up with Ginnie. I convince her to walk down to the pool with me and take a shower. I’m sporting a semi-hard on and as we walk down the stairs she sees me purposely accentuate the jiggling and gives a quick laugh. I tease her to shake those beauties of hers, to which she gives them a little shake. I’m in heaven.

As we round the corner leading to the showers, we see a couple we met the night before. Rachel is bent over the counter and Nick’s rock hard dick is about to enter her from behind. We all are surprised by each other’s presence and he backs away while trying to hide his erection. They’re both still wet from taking a shower and she straightens up to compose herself. After I realize what we interrupted, and that Ginnie and I had seen Rachel and Nick banging away the previous night, it seemed a little silly. So, I confidently leaned up against the counter facing them and kicked back to a cool pose.