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 ï>¿Prude to Nude byChubbyKasumiÂ(C)

   Prude to Nude Ch.  01

   This is the story of how I went from a prude, to nude and finally to
rude.  For those readers who expect a lot of immediate sexual activity,
this may disappoint.  Nudism did lead me to sexual awakenings, but it did
not happen all that quickly.

   *****

   The sun was beating down and flashing through the trees as I drove the
last few dirt miles to the bushland retreat.  I had worried that my little
Hyundai, laden with camping gear, and an abundance of food, drinks and ice,
might not make it through the rough country roads, but she had handled it
all with hardly a complaint.  I wondered now if I would be as resilient as
she once I reached the end of the bumpy, sandy road that led - in less than
5 minutes - to my destination.

   The retreat, hidden away in the hinterlands, was beautifully advertised
online as a 'nature retreat' where one could walk in the beautiful
australian bush, dip one's toes in pristine waterfalls, admire native fauna
and flora, and enjoy the best of peaceful and comfortable camping.  All
that was enticing and welcoming to a young woman stressed out with years of
study, work and yet more study, and I SHOULD by rights be feeling the
relaxation seep into my bones already.  But I was so, so far from relaxed.
Because as well as being the seemingly idyllic locale for my week long
holiday - the retreat was also a Naturist (not 'clothing optional') Resort.

   The butterflies in my tummy at that moment were flapping up a storm, I
really, really needed to stop for a nervous pee, and I considered for the
50th time just doing a U-turn and driving the 5 long hours back to Sydney.
"Just what the hell," I asked myself again, "was I doing here?"

   The answer to that was complex.  To understand the decision that had
brought me to this place you need to know a little about me.  I was 24,
single ( for single read 'virgin') I had been raised in a loving,
supporting family, had excelled at High School and University, had just
embarked on what looked to be a successful career, and life should have
been about 'as good as it gets'.  Yet it wasn't.

   What I'd learnt about myself in my first real full-time job is that I
didn't have what it takes to succeed - and what it takes is confidence. 
I'm not going to say I had a lot of 'body issues', but my introverted
character was undoubtedly related to how I looked.  I was ...  a little
overweight.  Not fat, not by most standards anyway, but as a girl of Asian
heritage, I'd always been bigger than my friends.  Not tall, not obese,
just what my mum would call 'chubby'.  I had a roundish face, a largish
bottom, biggish thighs and (to my continuous embarrassment during my school
years ) a very large bosom for someone of my height.  So much was I
conscious of my body shape, I spent most of my formative years covering up
and avoiding sports and anything that might require revealing myself,
including swimming and sunbathing.  In fact I had only ever owned one
swimsuit - a large black, shapeless monstrosity that I wore under
sufferance at our annual school swimming carnivals.

   So, what was I doing here?  I was on a quest to learn to be comfortable
in my own body.  A year earlier I'd heard some people at work talking about
their weekend on a nudist beach.  I'd never even thought such places really
existed, and at home that night - after a glass or two of wine - I'd
googled it.  As often happens, one internet page led to another and I
stayed up half the night reading about naturism, nudism, FKK and whatever
the movement called itself.  I downloaded a few books from amazon and the
subject and read them voraciously - this was a world I'd never imagined.  I
wasn't really convinced of the endless denials in the literature that
nudism 'was not about sex', and I only half believed the stuff about it
being a healthy alternative lifestyle.  What truly fascinated me were the
photographs.  On beaches, in woods, at resorts and campgrounds, people of
all shapes and sizes relaxed naked and smiled confidently back at the
camera.  And I mean ALL shapes and sizes.  It was such a revelation to me.
People were not all gorgeous, slim and toned.  People were not all the
bikini models that had haunted me my whole life with their seemingly
unattainable and unsustainable perfect physiques.  Their nudity not only
made them seem more real than the ideals that advertising pushed, they
actually looked more confident, happy and accepting.  For the first time in
a long while that night I stripped naked and looked at myself in a full
length mirror.  I had the sudden revelation that I was OK!  Just another
perfectly acceptable shape on the human spectrum.  I had an overwhelming
desire to join these nudists, to be accepted in my own skin.

   I woke up the next day, and chickened out.  And kept chickening out for
months.

   I found out where the local nude beaches where and tried every week to
pluck up the courage to visit one, But I never did.  I made myself plenty
of excuses: I couldn't go alone, I'd be too shy.  I couldn't go with a
friend, I'd be too self-conscious.  What if there were sex-pests there? 
What if I bumped into someone from work?  So many reasons kept me from the
beach, but the fascination with naturism remained.

   So, I opted for a resort.  The one I finally chose looked safe, clean
and not too crowded.  And I figured, as I'd be camping there, I'd always
have a tent to hide in if needed.

   So here I was, almost at the gate to the retreat and really really
needing that nervous tinkle.  I stopped the car and scooted out to behind a
tree on the side of the road.  Hiking up my skirt and pulling down my
knickers ( the first time believe it or not I had done so outside ) I did
what I needed to do and then in an act of what I considered bravado, I slid
the knickers off over my feet and threw them onto the back seat of the car.
Bravado indeed!  My skirt came down to below knee-length so there was
nothing really all daring in what I'd done.  Still, I felt it was a
milestone.

   That gave me pause for thought.  I'd soon be at my destination and
neither the website nor the emails I had exchanged with the owners had
given me precise instructions regarding one thing.  When does one actually
get naked at a nudist resort?  Before arriving?  At the front desk?  At the
5 o'clock cocktail party?  I simply didn't know and did not want to offend
the protocol.

   Too late to worry now, I thought as my little car swung through the gate
and into a new world.

   Inside the gate, the retreat seemed already to live up to its name.  It
was an idyllic bush hideaway, complete with beautiful gum trees, wild
flowers, birds flitting here and there and even a few kangeroos grazing
shyly on what looked like the greenest softest grass I had ever seen.  And
that's all I saw: no nude volleyball players, no skinny dippers, no
streakers - no one in fact.  For a moment I thought I'd missed a turning
and come to the wrong place.  I drove toward what I assumed was the office,
- a lovely homestead surrounded by verandahs and a huge sun deck.  I heard
voices shouting, 'Hi!  You made it!' and I knew I really had.

   A middle aged couple were walking hand-in-hand toward me.  They were
attractive, waving at me enthusiastically, and both stark naked.  Naked
except both wore trainers which seemed to draw even more attention to their
bare skin.  She was perhaps in her 40s, slim, dark and petite, I noticed
almost unconsciously that her pussy was almost bare and her long hair
almost but not quite covered her nipples.  He was maybe a little older than
her, neither thin nor fat, neither muscular nor underdeveloped - just a
normal guy, I'm sure I must have seen his penis as they walked toward me,
but in my excitement and confusion I honestly don't remember it.  I just
remember thinking, "This is it!  I'm about to meet nude people!"

   I jumped out of the car as they approached, conscious of my clothed
state, but unsure what to do about it.  Thankfully, they ignored it.

   "Hi," the man said, offering his hand.  "You must be Kasumi.  I'm Dave,
We spoke over email.  And this is my wife, Sabrina."

   The lady leant in to give me a peck on the cheek.

   "Welcome," she smiled.  "We're so glad you made it!  Have a good trip?"

   "Leave your car here for now and come up to the house," said Dave. 
"We'll get the formalities dispensed with and then you can relax."

   I walked with them over the lawn and onto the sun-deck.  I marvelled at
their complete indifference to their nakedness.  The proudly pointed out
their the flower beds, told me where I would find the campground, the BBQ
Barn, the amenities blocks, the nature trails and everything else.  I took
almost none of it in.  I was now very aware that the man walking next to me
had a penis, A penis that didn't exactly swing from side to side, but
certainly bobbed up and down with every step.  I was terrified of being
caught staring - something I was convinced was frowned upon - but in my
peripheral vision I could see it quite clearly.  I was circumcised, dark,
maybe about 3 inches long,a little wrinkled at the base, and spouted from a
thick tuft of dark pubic hair.  Below it his scrotum was loose looking and
slightly shiny.  It looked ...  non threatening.

   "Mmm?" I started guiltily as I realised Sabrina had been talking to me
and I had not heard a word.

   "I was just saying that you are the only guest here so far this week. 
Most people don't usually get here till friday, so I'm afraid you might
find it a bit quiet for the next two days."

   "Might be good for you," added Dave.  "Being a first timer, it will give
you time to settle in before the rush."

   Suits me, I thought.  One penis was about all I could manage at the
moment.

   We reached the sundeck and Sabrina offered me a seat at an outdoor
dining table while Dave disappeared inside the house.

   Sabrina poured a cool drink for all three of us and leant back in her
chair.  She lifted one leg and tucked it under the other and I was aware
that her almost hairless pussy was fully on display.  If she was conscious
of just how visible it was from where I sat, she showed no sign of it.  She
chatted about the weather, the road from Sydney, her garden - all normal
and mundane, but I had trouble keeping eye contact with her.  Believe it or
not, I'd never been so close to another naked woman before.  He labia, even
her clitoral hood was there plain as day for me to see and I was
embarrassed, exhilarated...  almost mesmerised by the sight.

   Dave came out to the table, bringing me some forms to fill in, an
information sheet about the facilities and nature walks, and a list of
"do's and don'ts".  The first of which I noted was that clothing was not
optional - nudity was expected.  Still I wasn't sure whether I was supposed
to get naked then and there, and the couple made no mention of my clothed
state.  Dave also handed me a large photo album.

   "A history of the resort." he said smiling.

   I leafed through the album of photos, at first just to be polite but
then with increasing interest.  It showed how they had worked hard to carve
their little paradise out of the raw bush, and it seemed to chronicle
nearly every guest that had ever been there.  From every page naked men,
naked women, naked couples smiled back at me.  People on the nature trails,
people around the pool, people playing tennis, being sitting around
campfires and bonfires, naked, naked people and all looking like they were
having the time of theirs lives.  Each photo was titled and dated, dating
right up to the previous week.  Would I, I wondered, be expected to have my
photo in this book for other guests to see?  Dave voiced my unspoken fear.

   "You might end up in your book yourself," he smiled.  "If you decide
naturism is for you.  "But don't worry.  There is no pressure to.  In fact,
a strict rule here is no photos without permission, That's not negotiable."

   As he was talking he had stood to my side, pointing out several shots in
the album he was quite proud to have taken.  His penis was inches from my
shoulder now.  I noticed a tiny dew drop of liquid appear at the opening of
his glans.  I did my best to ignore it.  He seemed oblivious to it.

   After a little more chit chat, mainly about the retreat (oddly enough
they never once asked me why I'd decided to try naturism) Sabrina suddenly
said, "I guess you want to get your camp set up and freshen up after your
long drive?"

   I did indeed want to freshen up, I wondered if that was code for "get
naked."?

   Dave showed me where I should park my car on the campground.  As the
first guest of the week I had my pick of the campsites available and I
chose one on a lovely patch of lawn, not far from the swimming pool and the
BBQ barn.  The barn was more like a huge tin roof, without walls, beneath
which was a concrete slab scattered with chairs and tables, sofas and
bookshelves.  Imagined what it would be like in the evening, full of people
dancing and dining.

   I began unpacking by taking out my brand new tent from the car.  Brand
new being the operative word.  I had never camped out before and was now
regretting that I had not opted for the Bed and Breakfast option offered by
the retreat.  My Mum's influence ran deep and I had thought of saving money
on my 2 week vacation by camping out and cooking my own meals.  Now I was
calculating how much I had spent on lanterns, sleeping bag, air mattress,
ice-box, collapsible chairs and tables, gas bottles, bibs and bobs too
numerous to mention (the guy at the outdoor supply store had been a hell of
a salesman) and above all, the huge three room tent that had looked so good
on the showroom floor, but now confronted me as an enormous and
inexplicable pile of canvas, ropes, zippers and esoteric carbon-fibre
poles.

   I wrangled the shapeless mass out of its vinyl bag, fell over it once or
twice, and sat down to ponder the 2 page instruction sheet on its
construction.  Just my luck - the instructions were printed in Chinese,
French, what appeared to be German and Spanish - no sign of the only two
languages I spoke well - English and Japanese.  As for the diagrams, they
made IKEA instructions look like positive works of art,

   As I pondered the confusing mass before me, Dave walked over to my
little campsite.

   "Need a hand?" he asked.

   "Well," I vacillated between not wanting to appear useless and not
wanting to be a nuisance.  "All I can get actually."

   Dave was what I call a competent Aussie alpha male.  He strode around my
campsite, dragging canvas and ropes and pegs and wielding a mallet, and I
pretty much just tagged along, handing him the bits and pieces he
occasionally asked me to grab for him, but otherwise just watching.  I
learnt next to nothing about pitching a tent I'm sorry to say.  Most of my
time was spent watching - and trying to avoid seeming like I was watching -
his penis and his butt.  Unabashed, he leant over in front of me, squatted
beside me, stretched up above me, and all the time his stubby brown penis
bobbed and wiggled before my eyes.  I'd never before seen a real live penis
and testicles, and it was an education.  I wondered what it felt like - not
to touch, but to have one of those things so inconveniently dangling
between one's legs.  Was it a nuisance?  I thought?  Could one ever forget
it was there?  Dave certainly seemed to take no notice of it whatsoever.

   By the time the tent was erected, I had given up all pretence of helping
and was squatting on my heels clapping my admiration of Dave's competence.
He turned to say ask me something and I saw his eyes widen and a small
smile flit across his face.I remembered my lack of knickers and realised he
must, from that angle, be able to see right up my skirt to my naked pussy.
My involuntary reaction was to clamp my legs tightly shut, but after a
second I thought how prudish that would seem in front of a confirmed nudist
like him, so I forced myself to relax and let my knees swing casually open
again.  I even recall that as i did so a long stalk of grass beneath me
tickled my my outer lips.  Dave gave no indication nor comment about what
he had seen, and smiling at me he stood and said, "The tent is ready to
move into.  I'll leave you alone to get more comfortable." And standing up,
he sauntered away toward the house.

   I spent a little while filling my tent with my air mattress and bedding,
my electric lantern, my books and phone and whatnot.  Then I unfolded my
camp chair and table, sat down in the warm midday sun and thought...now?

   Sooner or later, I was going to have to get naked.  But how hard I found
that first step.  I told myself how absurdly I was behaving.  I was
completely alone - Dave and Sabrina could not see me from their house - I
had to cross this line, and the sooner the better.

   I stood, unbuttoned my blouse, slipped it off and then - more
prevarication?  - I folded it neatly and packed it away in my tent before
sitting back in my chair in skirt and bra.  Another long minute and I
unclasped my bra and let it fall.  My breasts swung free and I felt the
warm sun on my bare skin.  I looked down at my breasts - D-cup, slightly
pendulous , pear shaped, with large dark areolas.  Not the breasts I would
have chosen for myself but ..  they were mine, and I wanted to be happy
with them , even proud of them.  I stretched my arms above my head and
watched my breasts ride with them.  Why, I thought, should I worry about
what others thought?

   I unzipped my skirt and let it fall, seeing my pubic hair poking out
from the bottom of my tummy.  I had considered, before leaving home, waxing
or shaving my hair off ( so many nudists I had seen in photos seemed to )
But I had baulked.  Somehow the loss of my pubic hair would make me feel
TOO nude, I had thought.  So I'd left it.  I was not overly hairy, my pubes
are fine and straight and don't really hide all that much.  But such are
the little quirks we have and I felt somehow 'covered' by them.  I quickly
ran as hand over my mons to assure myself I was clean and dry and sat back
down on my towel ( one of the do's on the information sheet said that one
ALWAYS sat on a towel )

   I was naked!  Outside in the sunshine and naked!  True, I was all
alone...  but what an exhilaration I felt.  I literally could not sit still
with excitement.  I left my chair and strolled across the lawn and along a
nature trail that led into the trees and up a small hill.  My breasts swung
with each step and rather than the discomfort I had felt at being bra-less
in the past, this movement was pleasant.  My breasts were just another part
of me in motion, they were free, just like my arms and legs and neck.  I
wandered along the trail, hearing birds and insects, spotting wildflowers
and tiny babbling streams.  I saw a brilliantly coloured lizard sunning on
a rock.  Two small kangaroos hopped past me and disappeared deeper into the
woods, an inquisitive parrot looked at me from its perch in a tree.  For a
city girl like me, these little glimpses of nature were like a paradise. 
And I was naked.  It is so hard to find words to describe that first ever
experience, it was though I was drunk on this new found freedom.

   True, I was alone and had not really 'gone nude' in public yet, but I
felt like I had broken some huge taboo.  I wondered what I would feel right
then if there were others watching me.  I let my hand fall to my pussy ( to
check it I guess?) and realised with a start that I was wet.  Very wet. 
Not just wet but hot and engorged.  I was mortified.  I swear I had not
been thinking any naughty thoughts, yet here I was - excited just by being
where I was and naked.  Believe it or not, I was so naive that I thought if
my body showed any signs of arousal, it would be instantly noticed by more
experienced nudists and I would be shunned and dismissed as 'not a real
naturist'.  Little did I know.  I thought then about men, and how hard it
would be for THEM to conceal any physical reactions.  Dave's penis - the
first real one I had ever seen - had been completely inert.  Had he a lot
of self control?  Had nudism made him so blase that he never got excited?
And what about Sabrina?  Did she never feel what I was feeling now?  The
sheer sensuality of the warm sun on one's completely naked body?

   I turned back toward the campsite and as I left the shade of the trees I
realised how hot the afternoon sun had become.  The pool looked clean and
inviting so I grabbed a towel from my chair and headed straight over.  Time
to cool off, I thought.  In more ways than one.

   My first nude swim was something I shall never forget.  Plunging into
the cool water, feeling it surround me and flow over every inch of my skin
was simply the most luxurious, refreshing and sensual sensation I had ever
known.  I swam laps of the pool, lost in the moment and the freedom of
movement of my legs, my arms, every muscle I had, and the delightful
feeling of my bare ass and pussy being caressed by the water.

   "How is it?"

   I looked up to see Dave and Sabrina smiling at me from the pool's edge.
They were both still wearing their trainers but were also wearing gloves
and carrying brooms and small garbage bags.

   ""It's lovely," I replied, standing but keeping myself discreetly under
cover of the water.

   "Don't mind us," said Sabrina.  "We've just been tidying up for the big
weekend rush."

   "But we're almost done," added Dave.  "Hey, if you've finished your
swim, we're heading back to have a drink on the deck if you'd care to join
us."

   That sounded to me like a great idea and I agreed.  Dave and Sabrina
waited expectantly and I realised they meant now.  It took a lot of nerve,
but I finally managed to wade out of the pool and stand before them -
starkers.  My biggest threshold was crossed and it felt like an anticlimax.
Neither commented on my nudity.  They just reminded me to grab my towel and
we all three walked up the small path to their house.

   Once on the sun-deck at their house, Dave opened a bottle of red and
poured us all a glass.

   "To Kasumi," he said, raising his glass.  "Our newest nudist!"

   I acknowledged the toast, sipped the excellent wine and felt like a VIP.
Here on my first day, I had accomplished more than they might understand. I
was naked with relative strangers, my boobs, bum and probably more totally
open to their gaze, and I felt completely relaxed.  Perhaps, I reflected,
it was due to the fact that Sabrina and Dave seemed to take so little
notice of it

   We chatted, finished the bottle, opened another, and chatted some more.
They told me about some of the regular guests who would be arriving the
next day, hinted that there would be a party on the weekend and I really
began to enjoy their easy-going company.  Sitting side by side, they always
seemed to be touching each other - not sexually, just affectionately, but I
envied their casual sensualness.  By the time the third bottle looked like
being opened, I had reached my limit.  Suddenly realising how tired I was,
I explained that what I really needed now was to crawl into my sleeping bag
and get some rest.  The sun had gone down and the bush was dark under a
moonless night.  Sabrina and Dave got a torch and kindly guided me back to
my campsite.  I admit I was a little tipsy and had to be guided by them
down the path.  I seem to recall that I thought Dave's penis was looking a
little larger than it had before.  At the flap of my tent they fussed over
me for a while, making sure I had my lantern and that I knew where
everything was.  The last thing I remember is crawling on all fours into my
tent and Sabrina joking "Hey look!  A full moon!" I realised that I must
have given them both a full flash of not only my butt, but probably my
pussy as well.

   Oh well, I thought sleepily.  If you've got it, flaunt it.

   I snuggled up in my sleeping bag and gave myself a little pat on the
back.  I was a nudist.  Tomorrow would be even better.



   Prude to Nude Ch.  02

   The sun was already well up and shining through the wall of my tent when
I awoke on the second day of my holiday at the retreat.  Tired from the
long drive up, I had slept for eleven hours.  And I had slept naked for the
first ever time in my life.  It had done me good and I felt totally
invigorated.  I crawled from my tent and after collecting my toiletry bag I
hurried to the shower block.

   After a long lovely shower, I wandered back to my campsite, acquainted
myself with the little gas stove and enjoyed some tea and toast.  I was
still the owner camper there, and oddly (for me) I didn't consider even for
a minute getting dressed.  I'd hung a large loose tank top just inside my
tent in case I needed a quick 'cover-up', but the weather was gorgeous the
thought of even that thin material against my skin felt like it would spoil
the experience.  I may not have been a fully-fledged nudist (is that an
oxymoron?) but I was definitely comfortable just being in my own skin.

   I went for a half hour morning walk along one of the nature trails,
disappointed at not seeing kangaroos this time, but delighting in the way
the sun warmed my skin and while at the same time the lightest of breezes
seemed to caress my nipples.  At the end of the trail I found a small
creek, running with clear, but icy-cold water.  I dipped a toe in but
decided, as picturesque as it was, I was not built for cold water.

   Once back at the campsite, with nothing much else to do, I brewed more
tea and lay out by my tent leafing through a novel.  What once would have
annoyed me, my large boobs rolling and hanging in front of me as I propped
myself up on my elbows, now felt natural and free.  I even enjoyed the
little frisson as my nipples rubbed against the fuzzy materiel of my beach
towel every time I moved.

   Around 10am Sabrina came by to ask how I had slept and if everything was
OK.  She and her husband Dave (the owners) were the only other people at
the resort so I guess I was getting extra attention.  While they weren't
exactly run off their feet, Dave and Sabrina always seemed to have a
hundred little jobs that needed doing around the resort: cleaning,
gardening, building this or that, and while always naked, they often wore
work boots and heavy gloves, which if anything accentuated their nudity.

   I was complimented Sabrina on her tan - a lovely deep gold all over -
when she pointed to my shoulders.

   "You're getting a little red there," she said.  "You had better be
careful.  Lots of bits of you have never seen the sun before.  I'd hate for
you to have your holiday spoiled by sunburn."

   I sat up and examined myself.  Stupidly I had completely forgot about
applying sunscreen (and I had brought plenty) and the tips of my shoulders
were indeed rosy pink.

   "You're right," I said and went to my little car, rummaging through my
bags for a tube of sunscreen.

   I spent some time coating myself in the sunscreen while Sabrina looked
on, pointing out the bits I had missed.

   "I hope you bought plenty," she smiled.  "You're a big girl up top."

   I was busy rubbing the cream into my boobs when she said this and I was
taken aback.  I'd thought nudists didn't comment on each other's bodies,
and being a big girl all round was the main reason I'd come here - to feel
better about my own shape.  Sabrina sensed my discomfort.

   "Sorry," she said.  "It was meant as a compliment.  I'd love to have a
bosom like yours." She smiled and indicated her own small breasts, quickly
plucking them with fingertips and thumbs as if willing them to grow.

   "Hands off my property!" Dave jokingly admonished her as walked up to
us.

   Sabrina pulled a face at him and he gave her quick hug.

   "Let's take a few hours off," he said to her.  "The place is looking
good and it's just too damn hot to work right now."

   Sabrina kicked off her boots, dropped her gloves on the ground, and
after slapping Dave on the butt she ran and jumped into the pool.

   "Wait," Dave cried, and he raced to the BBQ barn and came out with a
very professional looking digital SLR camera.

   "Action shots!" he called to Sabrina.  She swam the length of the poole
floating on her back while Dave clicked off several shots off her.  I
walked over and leant on the pool fence to watch.

   "We don't often get the time to take photos," Dave explained to me. 
"But it's a hobby of ours." Sabrina hauled herself out of the water at one
end of the pool and sat on the edge, squeezing the water from her long
black hair.  Dave moved closer and photographed her small breasts still
covered in water droplets and her still damp hair.  "Give me more, honey,"
he said with a wink.  And Sabrina obliged by raising her arms above her
head and showing off her trim figure.  Then she surprised me by turning her
back to him, kneeling on the pool deck and looking back over her shoulder,
giving him a very cheeky wiggle of her bum.

   "Lovely," said Dave, kneeling himself and obviously zooming the camera
in on her small firm buttocks.  Innocent, healthy naturist shots? 
Certainly they were, but there was something more too.  It wasn't
pornographic but there was definitely a touch of 'girlie magazine' in the
way Sabrina posed and pouted for him.  I wasn't sure if they wanted me
there as an onlooker or whether this should be a private couple's moment
for them.  Dave merely smiled over at me and said.  "She's a born model."

   "And he's a born perve!," Sabrina laughed over her shoulder.  "He sees
me everyday, you'd think he'd seen enough by now."

   "Never, baby," Dave continued to move around, getting shots of her from
every possible angle.

   I'd come inside the pool fence by then and was sitting on a lounger,
watching them.  My new lower point of view suddenly revealed to me what I
had not noticed before.  As Sabrina got up on her knees and bent slightly
forward for another butt shot, the long,dark line of her pussy was clearly
visible, even slightly protruding.  Dave moved even closer and although I
couldn't say for sure, it seemed as if the next shots he took were extreme
close-ups, entirely focused on Sabrina's pussy lips.  From under her tummy
I saw two of her fingers snake over her mound and...  was she just idly
scratching herself?  Or was she subtly opening herself for him?

   It was such a fleeting moment that I really couldn't tell.  I decided to
ignore it and discreetly look away.

   Watching Dave fiddle with his camera, and seeing they were both
engrossed in what they were doing, I could surreptitiously study his penis.
Remember this was the first real one I had seen.  I knew what they looked
like of course.  Anyone with an internet connection has seen penises
(whether they intended to or not) but the real thing was fascinatingly
different.  In my naivete, I had assumed that penises had two basic modes:
flaccid or erect.  But my short acquaintance with Dave's had taught me it
was much more subtle than that.  Sometimes - as when he was busy working or
concentrating on something - his penis was a almost tiny, not more than a
short projection at the base of his groin.  Other times, like now, it
seemed longer and wrinkle free.  Most certainly not in a state of arousal,
but without a doubt a lot bigger looking.  Did temperature play a big part
in it I wondered?  I wasn't ignorant enough not to understand that cold
water might cause a penis (like all human skin) to contract and shrivel,
but Dave's seem to be constantly going through subtle changes in size even
when he was not in the water.  Was it the ambient temperature?  The wind?
Or was he fighting a constant battle against an unwanted erection.  I
simply couldn't tell.  And as I'd previously noted, Dave never seemed to
give his penis a second thought; he just went about his business as if it
wasn't there.

   I considered all this idly while the couple continued to take a few more
pictures, and I came to the conclusion that I liked Dave's penis.  It
wasn't a sexual thing, I mean I just liked the aesthetics of it.  I thought
for the first time ever that dicks look good.  (I also used the word 'dick'
for the first time ever - penis suddenly seemed like such a silly
un-masculine word)

   Rule one, I reminded myself, try not to stare.  I looked around the pool
area and beyond.  The sky was almost cloudless, the sun was fiercely hot,
but the tall gum trees surrounding the camp site dappled the lawn here and
there with shady patches.  Tiny parrots and finches flitted among the
branches and a wealth of butterflies hovered over the bushes and flowers.
Cicadas droned unseen in the trees and the whole atmosphere was summery,
warm and drowsy.

   Sabrina brought the photo session to an end.  Standing by the pool, one
hand on her hip and the other raised palm up indicating her surrounds, like
a game show hostess vaguely pointing out the prizes.

   "That's enough," she said to Dave, before diving back into the pool.

   "One of you?" Dave asked, pointing from his camera to me.

   "Oh, I don't think I'm quite ready for that," I said, instinctively
covering my boobs and bits.

   "Fair enough," he shrugged as he packed away his camera.  "As I said,
photos are only to be taken with consent here - not negotiable.  But IF you
ever want a snap, even for your own collection, let me know.  I think you'd
look great!."

   This got me thinking; shouldn't I capture some memories of this very,
very huge change in my life?  I had my camera phone of course, but had
neglected to bring my 'selfie stick', being not at all sure I'd want a
photo of myself at a nude retreat that might come back to haunt me.  From
my legal work I knew only too well that digital images have a way of ending
up online, and once there, they were there for good.  Still, I had never
neglected to get lots of photos of my previous holiday destinations, and it
would be a shame not to capture the wonderful surroundings I was now
enjoying.  Moreover, as I was still the only guest, now was a good time to
get a few pictures, before I had to worry about offending other campers by
wandering around taking photos that might include them.

   The day and the light were perfect so I trotted back to my car and got
out my iPhone.  I took a lot of pictures of the campgrounds, the
surrounding nature, my tent, my car, my little gas cooker and my picnic
table and chair, and then, trying to make sure Sabrina and Dave weren't in
shot, I snapped a few of the pool and BBQ area.

   Sabrina was still lazily floating around in the pool.  Dave watched me
taking photos for a while before walking up and asking to see what I had
recorded.  I showed him my shots on the phone screen and he nodded in
approval.

   "Not bad," he said.  "But you're not in any of them.  Would you like me
to take one for you?"

   "Ok," I eventually said, handing him the phone.  "Just one."

   "Cool," he replied.  "Where?"

   "Mmm, do you think my tent and the trees behind would make a good
backdrop?"

   "Why not?" he smiled.  And he held my elbow as if to guide me to exactly
where he thought he could get the best shot of me.

   I wanted to sit (demurely) on my camp chair in front of my tent ,
thinking that at least my bottom half would be obscured by the pose.  But
Dave insisted I would look more 'outdoorsy' if I stood at the side of the
tent, one hand on a guy-rope.

   The contortions I went through getting ready to pose!  I kept twisting
my legs and torso in an attempt to hide my pubic area.  Eventually Dave
said, "Hey, it's your phone.  If a photo shows more than you want to, you
can crop or edit it - or delete it all together.  What I'm trying to get is
a shot of you happy and relaxed in nature.  Relax Kasumi."

   I did.  I put a hand on my hip and raised the other as I had seen
Sabrina do earlier.  SNAP!

   My first ever nude photo.  How did I feel?  A flood or emotions:
embarrassment, nervousness , pride, and a certain excitement.  This was
without doubt the naughtiest, most outrageous thing I had done in my entire
life.

   I remember drawing in a huge breath and fighting the urge to cover my
face with my hands.

   "OMG," was all I could blurt out.

   Dave simply said, "Lovely...try another?" And before I knew it he had
taken five or six more photos of me standing there.

   I was overwhelmed by the novelty of it and told him I had to sit down. I
collapsed into my camp chair and he took one last 'candid' shot of me
before handing the phone back to me.

   "All yours," he said and took a seat in my spare chair.

   I scrolled through the photos he had taken.  Dave looked on as I did, as
if to ask for my approval.  I had to admit, he had a knack for photography.
The pictures of me standing by the tent were well framed, perfectly lit,
and very tasteful - not a hint of 'girlie magazine'.  I decided then and
there that they were keepers.

   When I reached the very last image, I involuntarily gasped.  In the shot
I was literally sprawled in, limbs limp, in my camp chair.  My legs were
wide open and my pussy was fully shown - even to the extent that my inner
lips were visible.  My dark pubic hair caught the sun, but did nothing to
hide me.  Above, my breasts lay across my ribcage and my nipples looked
much more prominent than I actually thought they were

   "That's a nice one," said Dave, as I hurried to close down the phone.

   At that very moment he cocked his head.  From somewhere beyond the fence
we could hear the sound of car engines and a horn blast.

   "Ah," Dave jumped from his chair.  "Looks like some of the other guests
have arrived.



   Prude to Nude Ch.  03

   It was noon and three 4WDs were coming up the track to the resort.  I'd
been there alone since the day before, enjoying the company of Dave and
Sabrina the owners and tentatively experiencing my first ever nudist
holiday.  Now I was about to share the campgrounds with some 'regulars'.

   Dave and Sabrina left the pool area and strolled hand in hand to where
the track meandered from the gate to the grassy campgrounds that made up -
along with the pool, BBQ barn and ablutions blocks - the main area of the
naturist retreat.  I, who had just had my very first nude photo taken by
Dave, went back to the safety of my own little campsite and sat on my
camping chair in front of my tent.  It was not specifically that I was
nervous about meeting more nude people, I was actually shy around any type
of stranger - even clothed ones.

   The three big cars rolled slowly into the grassy campground and
maneuvered into three separate but nearby campsites as if pre-arranged. 
Which being regulars there, I reflected, probably were.  Dave and Sabrina,
arms around each other's naked waists, were waving to everyone in the cars
and calling out friendly greetings.  I watched on from a distance -
intrigued as to what these 'regulars' might be like.

   As one, each 4WD stopped and the occupants stepped out of their vehicles
- all fully clothed.  From the first car, a well tanned couple perhaps in
their fifties, he thickset, a noticeable tummy, medium height with short
iron-grey hair and dressed in long shorts and a T-shirt.  His wife, tall
and rubenesque, mediterranean features and long dark hair, clad in a long
batik sarong.  I would later be introduced to them as John and Moira.  From
the back seat of their 4WD a slightly younger, slimmer man emerged.  He was
perhaps in his mid 30s, sported a moustache and what I thought was a fairly
silly floppy hat - he too wore shorts and a T-shirt.  I'd afterwards learn
that his name was Greg and as a single guy he often tagged along with the
couple.

   The second 4WD belonged to a couple I gauged to be in their late 30s. 
He had a lean,tanned look, close cropped blond hair and dark glasses - he
looked a little like a biker to me in his black T-shirt, jeans and boots.
His partner was willowy, with long blonde hair and dressed in a simple
white summer frock.  I'd come to know them as Stew and Barb.  From the last
vehicle a couple alighted whose ages I could not begin to guess at.  Bruce
and Steph, may have been anywhere between 40 and 65.  They were both trim,
dressed in shorts and T-shirts that at one and the same time looked casual
but terribly elegant, and they had (what seemed to me) the suaveness that
one sees on people who are used to yachting and flying all over the world
on their holidays.  Steph wore her strawberry blonde hair bobbed and Bruce
had that distinguished 'George Clooney' salt and pepper hairstyle.  They
had brought with them in their 4WD another single guy.  This was Daryl - A
very tall bald, shaven headed guy in jeans and tank-top.

   So, I thought to myself, eight new people to meet.  Should I get it over
with before they are naked?  Or does one wait to be introduced?  The group
had gathered into a friendly circle and Dave and Sabina were greeting them
like old friends.  Sabrina hugged and kissed all the men and women, Dave
shook hands with the men, and all the women hugged and kissed Dave.  I was
too far away to hear what was said and nobody seemed to notice me.  I sat
low in my chair and watched the scene - wondering how a whole bunch of
people suddenly get naked - or do they?

   Everyone is an individual - that's for sure.  John and Moira took off
their clothes while still chatting to the rest of the group.  He simply
dropped his shorts and kicked them off, peeled his t-shirt over his head,
all the while holding an animated conversation with Dave.  Moira undid the
knot of her sarong and casually threw it behind her where it landed on
their car bonnet.  Neither wore any underwear, so they were nude in an
instant.  It was the most casual thing I had ever seen.  Their friend Greg
walked to the car, opened the back door as if to screen himself, and after
a lot of fussing and fiddling around with something inside the car, he came
back to the group naked and carrying a towel over his shoulder - almost but
not quite covering his penis.

   Stew and Barb on the other hand, took towels and a bag from their car
and walked across the lawn and disappeared into the shower block, emerging
wet and naked 10 minutes later.  As for Bruce and Steph, they went to stand
in the shade away from the group and helped each other undress.  They
mutually helped each other out of their shirts.  Then Steph turned her back
to Bruce so he could unclip her bra.  While she removed it, Bruce knelt
behind her and pulled down her shorts and helped her step out of them,
leaving her in a tiny white g-string.  She turned back and unzipped and
yanked down his shorts and underwear in one movement, laughing at some joke
I was too far away to hear.  Meanwhile big Daryl had sauntered to the pool,
sat on a lounger to remove his jeans , and before I knew it I saw his naked
butt as he dove into the water.

   So, everyone had gotten naked, I had seen it all - and yet I hadn't. 
Perhaps it was sensory overload, but I just had the vaguest and combined
images of naked torsos, bums and limbs.  I hadn't really noticed the
'naughty' bits of their nudity.  And of course I was doing my best not to
gawk.

   I was unsure again of the etiquette - should I go over and introduce
myself?  Should I mind my own business?  I had not yet learnt how downright
friendly nudists were.  For in the next minute, I could see Sabrina
pointing at me, and although I could not hear her, it was obvious she was
discussing me with the newcomers - and beckoning me to come over and be
introduced.

   I did what I called at the time, "the walk of shame".  That is to say, I
stood up, and walked the ten metres of lawn that separated me from the
group, acutely conscious that they were all turned my way and were all
looking at me expectantly.

   I walked toward the group - 9 nude people - and fought down the
butterflies in my tummy.  A sudden comforting thought struck me: I was
without doubt the youngest person there.  Did that make a difference, I
thought?  A part of me said that, merely by being younger, I was better
looking than all the others - but that was not true either.  Everyone, I
was coming to realise, is beautiful in their own way.

   I reached the group and Sabrina introduced me to them one by one.

   "This is Kasumi," she said.  "It's her first time, so everyone be on
their extra best behavior."

   Each of the three couples introduced themselves to me, the women and the
men leaning in to give me a european kiss on the cheek.  The kisses were a
little startling at first, particularly as most of them placed a hand on my
shoulder as they did so, and there was skin on skin contact with these
almost strangers.  Mostly it was shoulders touching shoulders, or our
collarbone areas touching - nothing outrageous, but it was another first
for me.  I'd later learn that many nudists think nothing of such a greeting
and I must admit, it was friendly.  Greg the single guy on the other hand,
just shyly shook my hand.

   They all made polite small talk, intended I supposed to make me feel at
ease.

   "Where are you from?"

   "Have a good trip up?"

   "Got plenty of supplies?"

   These and a dozen other little questions were posed to me and all the
time my mind was thinking "Naked people all around me!  Boobs of all
shapes! Bellies!  Bums!...Dicks!"

   Well yes I admit, the dicks were my main focus - or rather what I trying
most not to focus on.  But I couldn't help making comparisons.  Greg's was
average ( average?  What did that mean?  I think I thought just that it
looked in proportion to his physique.) It was uncircumcised, pale in colour
although the tip of it was pinkish, and it pointed straight down - perhaps
3 or 4 inches.  He was also completely bare down there, which I thought
odd, given that he wore a moustache up top.

   John, the larger guy with the tummy, had...  a tiny one.  There is no
other way to say it.  HIs small uncircumcised dick could barely be seen,
just a little spout an inch or two long shadowing under his belly.  I
wondered if he was self-conscious about it before reminding myself where we
were and reasoning that none of them were at all hung up about their
bodies.

   Stew's dick was by the most attractive.  It was smooth and a golden tan
colour, poking out just a little before it hung down in an almost graceful
curve.  The glans were almost the same hue as the rest of it , as was his
hairless scrotum beneath.  Size?  I wondered, so hard to tell, Bigger than
the others but not incredibly so.  Then there was Bruce.  He was not a
'smoothie' and his dick was circumcised, almost as long as Stew's but very
thick.  It was dark and had prominent veins that gave it a gnarled, rugged
look.

   I realise it seems like I was staring and cataloguing this inventory,
but honestly, these were just impressions I got from standing amidst the
group, my eyes were mostly going from face to face as I answered this or
that question.

   "Daryl!" Steph called to her single friend who was still in the pool. 
"Come and meet Kasumi."

   He waved from the water and hauled himself up over the side of the pool
before grabbing his towel and walking through the gate toward us.  Once he
left the pool fence, I'm sure I must have done a double take and stammered
in embarrassment.  There would be no subtle glances at Daryl's dick - there
didn't need to be.  It was big enough to see clearly from 20 feet away.  It
hung down his thigh, it swayed, it swayed 3 inches side to side as he
walked.  A long, thick shaft of penis, surmounted by an even thicker head.
I couldn't even guess at the size.  I quickly looked elsewhere and was glad
that Barb had just asked me another question.

   When Daryl reached us, I forced myself to keep eye contact as he was
introduced.  He smiled, shook my hand casually, asked how I was, and then
passed on, walking to Bruce as asking if he ought to get working on setting
up camp.

   This seemed to spur everyone into action and they all repaired to their
vehicles.  They began unloading and with a lot of good natured banter
started on pitching their tents and making their sites comfy.

   Dave and Sabrina had gone back to their house and I wandered back to my
own tent.  After dousing myself in insect repellent ( there were suddenly a
lot of flies and bees droning around) I laced on my trainers and set off
for another nature walk.

   Back home I wasn't a walker, never a jogger, not at all as fit as I
should be, But something here made me feel so active, and I delighted in
quite a strenuous walk up a densely tree clad hill.  In among the trees the
birdlife was extraordinarily prolific.  I couldn't name more than two or
three species but I loved seeing them in the trees or hopping over the
ground, and their calls were enchanting.  At the top of the hill I was
suddenly surprised by a large goat that crashed through the undergrowth and
ran across the path in front of me.  I don't know why but it scared and
bothered me a little - maybe because it was a feral animal and looked out
of place there.  Then again, perhaps I did too.

   I turned and headed back down the hill.  When I had almost reached the
bottom I noticed Greg on the track ahead of me.  He had his back to me and
was busy taking photos of a huge tree that was girdled from its base to its
canopy in some type of thick fig-like vines.  I said hi as I drew level
with him, intending to go past and back to the campground.

   "How you doing," he said.  "Amazing scenery isn't it?  This tree must be
over a hundred years old easily."

   I stopped to admire the tree and he showed me some of the snaps he had
just taken.

   "Be a great backdrop for a nude photo," he smiled.

   "Oh," I began.  "I'm not really into..."

   "Oh no!" he stammered.  "I didn't mean you!  God - sorry.  I was talking
about myself.  I don't go around photographing other people."

   "Yes," I agreed, "It would make a nice photo."

   "Um," he held out his smartphone.  "..would you mind?"

   Before I knew it I had his phone in my hands and he was standing up
against the big tree.

   He stood casually, hands behind his back, leaning against the trunk and
I moved back to get as much of the tree in shot as I could.

   I took the photo and handed him back his phone.

   "Thanks," he said.  "Hey,could we try another?  I want to try and
emphasise the height of the tree."

   Now with his hands on his hips he moved to stand on a tree root and I
went back again, trying to get a low angle to capture the tree canopy.  The
track was not wide enough so I squatted down to get even more angle.

   I took three more photos and as I did so, Greg changed in the
viewfinder. His dick thickened, elongated and was suddenly poking straight
out from his groin.  It was not fully erect but it was certainly not
asleep. Its glans had swollen to twice the size and it seemed to throb as
it rose even higher from the horizontal.

   "Err.  Not sure if you want that in the photo," I said.  Nodding toward
his 'problem'.

   "Whoops!  I'm really sorry," he was actually blushing.  "I didn't mean
that.  I hope I haven't offended?"

   Was I offended?  Should I have been?  I wasn't .  But I was a little
nervous, being alone in the woods with a naked man who was aroused.  I
acted cool.

   "No problem, " I said, handing back the phone.  "I'll leave you to it."
I smiled as I left him, hoping to reassure him that I was grown-up enough
to handle it.  "See you later!"

   As I went back to my campsite, I pondered.  Had he been turned on by me?
Or was it just a reaction to being naked in that lovely forest?  I
remembered that the very day before I had gotten excited there all by
myself the simple sensuality of the moment.

   After returning to the camp, I took a quick shower and went back to my
tent.  The walk had given me an appetite and I made a big hole in my
supplies by scoffing noodles and then some tea and biscuits.  Around me the
others had set their camps.  Bruce and Steph's looked very elaborate,
complete with hammocks and a full size dining table.  I noticed too that
while Greg had pitched his own small tent next to that of John and Moira,
Daryl seemed to be sharing the large tent of Bruce and Steph.  Apart from
Greg who was still absent, all the other guests were finishing off their
own late lunches and sharing a few beers and wine.

   I thought after my walk that I had earnt it, so I poured a glass of
white wine from my cooler and settled back in my chair with my novel.  The
afternoon was still and peaceful.  The insects were still droning.  It got
harder and harder to keep my place in my book and I nodded off to sleep.

   By the time I woke, the sun was almost setting.  I could hear laughing
voices coming from the BBQ barn and looking over I could see a friendly
fire burning there in the hearth.  It seemed like all the campers had
gathered for the evening.  Low music was playing and the occasional splash
of someone horsing around in the pool could be heard.  I thought about
organising my dinner before it got too dark.  Just then Sabrina walked up
to my tent.  Around her naked waist she wore the tiniest apron imaginable.
Just barely covering her mons.

   "Hey sleepyhead," she smiled.  "We're putting on a little BBQ tonight.
Nothing fancy but you're most welcome to join."

   I suddenly felt in no mood to eat dinner alone.  Sabrina took my arm and
we headed to the barn.  I was about to attend my first nudist party.



   Prude to Nude Ch.  04

   The BBQ barn was lit by lanterns on the ceiling and candles on the
tables.  When I say barn I really mean a large, wall-less roofed area
furnished with chairs, tables and a few sofas.  It was where the campers at
the nudist retreat gathered of an evening to socialise.

   It was my first time there.  I had arrived at an empty campground just
the day before, determined to try naturism.  Dave and Sabrina the owners
had been sweet and helpful.  Today eight other guests (three couples and
two single men) had arrived and now I had been invited to join them all for
an evening BBQ.  For the first time ever I was about to socialise with
other naked people.

   A friendly fire was glowing in one corner, a large gas-fired BBQ was
sizzling at one edge of the Barn, and the campers sat around a large
communal table they had made by putting a lot of smaller tables together.
The table was laden with nibbles, chips and dips and cheeses, and bottles
of wine and beer.

   "We all just sort of throw in whatever we have," Sabrina told me,
leading me from the darkening evening into the warm light of the barn.  All
eyes turned toward me and I was bombarded with welcoming smiles and
gestures.  All of them, except Dave (who was tending the BBQ) were seated
and I momentarily felt vulnerable standing there naked.  I could not always
tell who was looking at me just as a person, or who was appraising my naked
body.  I made eye contact with Gary and he gave me a friendly hello, but
I'm sure I saw Daryl studying my boobs and even gazing at my pubic mound
before I 'caught him out'.  It was awkward to say the least.

   Steph came to my rescue and pulled out a chair offering me a seat next
to her and her husband Bruce, (the couple of the expensive tent which they
seemed to share with Daryl.) I sat gratefully, remembering to put my towel
down on the seat first.  We were all now only visible from the chest up. 
Bruce poured me a glass of much needed wine, and I sipped as the
conversation flowed around me.

   From where I sat I could watch Dave.  Like Sabrina he was clad in a tiny
apron which covered his genitals but left his butt bare as he flipped and
poked at the variety of goodies that were grilling on the BBQ.  Sabrina
hovered around, putting out salads and homemade bread.  Her small breasts
appearing and disappearing behind her long dark hair as she leant over the
table.

   The eight other guests (who were clearly all old friends) laughed and
joked and chatted away..  As for me, being naturally shy, and still coming
to terms with nudity, I'm afraid I did not add much to the conversation,
which was mainly about where there had gotten nude since they all saw each
other last - it seemed to be a both a hobby and a source of immense
satisfaction for them to relate where, how often and under what
circumstances they had taken their clothes off.  I was beginning to
understand that for them,nudism was almost a vocation, a constant challenge
against society to live as they truly wanted to.  As Stew (the guy who
looked like a biker and not at all what I had imagined naturists to look
like) said, "It's all about freedom baby, right?" Although I cringed at
being called 'baby', I did see his point.  They were mini-activists,
wanting to live as freely as possible, but feeling themselves confined to
places like nude beaches and this hidden away camping retreat.

   Eventually Dave turned to us to announce the feast was ready.  I noticed
that his apron bore printing which read, "Kiss this cook".  Except someone
had replaced one of the letters in 'cook' with the obvious consonant.  I
actually found that a little confronting - although no-one else paid it any
attention.  In my short two days as a nudist, I had only just come around
to using the word 'dick' instead of penis (and only in my own head, not out
loud).  Now here I was reading and thinking the word 'cock'.  As fate would
have it, tall Daryl stood up from the table opposite me just then to help
Dave, and the word 'cock' screamed itself in my mind.  The huge, large
headed serpentine thing that hung down between his legs was definitely not
a penis, not even a dick.  The only word for it was cock.  In had to prise
my eyes away from it and hoped nobody had seen how fixated I had been on
it. Daryl was an OK looking guy.  Fit and tall with a shaven head like
Patrick Stewart.  But he wasn't my type (As a virgin I wasn't sure I had a
'type'..except maybe for Johnny Depp).  By which I mean I don't think I was
attracted to him.  But his cock was mesmerising.  I wondered if he was
conscious of it?  Proud of it?  And the other women?  Did they look at it
too and compare it to that of their own partners?  Did they ever bother to
notice these things?  I knew already that I had the largest boobs in the
group.  Not the best, just the biggest.  Did the men make mental notes on
these things?  Or as so many websites I had read suggested, were they
immune to such thoughts?

   I only knew that I wasn't.  Try as I might, I could not help comparing.
Sabrina's small and fit body, Dave's placid cock, John's tummy and his wee
little dick, Steph's pale teardrop shaped breasts, Stew's handsome tanned
buttocks and velvety dick, Moira's junoesque figure with her large dark
areolas - everywhere I looked I found another body part to appraise,
another indication that we are all different, but all beautiful in our own
way.  Even me...  with my slightly pendulous boobs, my butt much bigger
than I would like, and ( my biggest fear) my labia.  My inner lips were not
protruding, my vagina was often no more than a chubby slit hidden by my
pubic hair.  Yet I had a nagging doubt that it was not 'neat' enough, that
men might find it ugly.  Moreover, thanks to my Asian heritage, I often
worried that it, like my nipples, was too dark in colour.  And, shame of
all shames, did I smell OK 'down there'.  Why did I have these concerns?  I
can't really say.  What is it that makes us so concerned about details of
our body we have no control over?  It was, after all, my reason for being
here - to learn to accept these things.

   I had so much to learn from these people.  These folks who moved and
talked with so much ease, not caring what aspect of their bodies others
saw. Not in the least concerned about being judged.

   I accepted another glass of wine from Steph before remembering my
manners and running to my tent to get a bottle of Semillon from my own
supplies.  After all, everyone but me had chipped in to the BBQ and I did
not want to seem like a freeloader.

   When I got back to the barn, Greg was standing just outside it, smoking
a cigarette.

   "You need more booze?" he joked.

   "Oh no.  Just adding my contribution," I said.

   "About today..." he began.

   I knew he was alluding to the moment on the nature trail when he had
asked me to take his photo and had developed an erection as I did so.  But
I did not want to make a big deal of it.

   "Today?"

   "My umm...  excitement." he said, red faced,

   "Oh, no problem," I replied.  "I'm sure it happens all the time."

   "Well, no actually," Greg smiled.  "At least, it's not supposed to.  I'm
really sorry and..."

   "And?"

   "Could you," he stomped out his cigarette and looked at the ground. 
"Could you do me a huge favour and not mention it?  Especially around Dave
and Sabrina.  It could get me kicked out and, well, I really like it here."

   In realised then that he was terrified that I might complain about him
to the owners.  Who was I to set rules?

   "Please," I said.  "Forget it.  I'm sure it was just an accident."

   The relief on his face was priceless.

   "Thank you so much Kasumi," he offered to shake my hand.  "I promise it
will never happen again."

   He looked so much like a lost puppy that I couldn't help wanting to put
his mind at ease.

   "No problem," I smiled.  "I understand that it happens to men.  And
might happen anytime,"

   I turned to go back to the BBQ and for some reason I suddenly felt
mischievous .

   "Anytime," I said ambiguously and glanced down at his cock.

   Back at the table Dave, Daryl and Sabrina had served up a scrumptious
meal.  I timidly added my one bottle of wine to the table and sat down to
'tuck in'.

   I admit it - I'm a girl who likes her food.  And this food was so good,
so fresh and flavorsome that for the next 20 minutes or so I almost forgot
about my nudity, about everyone's nudity, and just enjoyed the convivial
and lovely meal we all shared.  We ate, we drank, we chatted (well, they
chatted and I listened) and we enjoyed the music.  And with the night
settling in, the stars sparkling above and the soft breeze blowing the
smell of eucalypt trees over the lawn, it was a perfect evening.

   The music: Dave, apart from photography, had another hobby.  One he
seemed to share with John.  Both of them fancied themselves as amateur DJs
and both wrestled for control of the sound system, playing track after
track and each insisting that their own choices were the best.  I'm not an
expert in popular music.  Growing up my own tastes were shaped by my
parents and I tended to listen to classical and jazz music at home.  Dave
and John on the other hand, were self acknowledged experts in rock, blues,
R&B and everything in between.  I must admit, I enjoyed their brand of
music.  It was what I had never really known music to be before...it was
simply fun.  By the time we had finished eating Moira and Barb were up out
of their seats and dancing to the music.  Steph and Bruce soon joined them
and a few minutes later Sabrina sashayed over and began to dance among the
little crowd.  The single guys Greg and Daryl stepped outside the barn to
smoke a cigarette which left me alone at the table with Stew - the tough
looking biker with the attractive golden dick.

   Stew was, despite his looks, gentle and polite.  He poured me another
glass of wine and sat with me in companionable silence, gazing all the
while over at his partner Barb, who was now dancing a slow number arm in
arm with Moira.  Bruce and Steph were dancing in each other's arms and I
was more than a little surprised to see John walk away from the sound
system and take little Sabrina in his big meaty arms and waltz with her to
a bluesy country western song, while her hubby Dave remained over at the
stereo, intent on queuing up the next song.

   I sat and watched the dancers, all so unconscious or uncaring about
their nudity, and in the lamplight I thought they all looked lovely.  Their
tanned skin glowed and their faces were full of a simple and frank joie de
vivre.  It's a pity, I thought, that I'm not a dancer.

   "Umm, care to dance?"

   I looked up to see Greg holding out a shy hand, indicating the dance
area.  From over where the others were dancing slowly, Sabrina caught my
eye and beckoned.

   "Don't be shy Kasumi," she called.  "We're all friends here."

   I swallowed a last mouthful of wine for courage and gave Greg my hand.
Like a 19th Century gentleman he bowed slightly, took the tips of my
fingers and led me onto the floor.

   It was a moment where time seemed to stop and memories flooded in.  Or I
should say, the lack of memories.  I had never been asked to dance before
in my life.  Had not been to a high school dance, and had always been the
girl at the nightclub who sat and minded the handbags while my friends were
whisked away onto the dance floor by young men who never seemed to see me.
Now I was shyly wondering just what to do out there.  The music changed to
a disco like number and Greg let go of my hand and began to sway his hips
and wave his hands about in pretty poor John Travolta impression...who was
I to judge?  I tried to mirror his movements and after a few minutes, the
pure joy of just dancing made me lose my self consciousness and I really
got into it.  The fact that everyone else was dancing in a similar silly
fashion made me feel safe and free.

   By the time the next song came around we were all dancing in a sort of
tribal circle.  I was acutely aware that my boobs were bouncing and swaying
all over the place and that my sense of rhythm left a lot to be desired,
but oh how we all laughed and lost ourselves in the moment.  I learnt then
that while dancing, it was perfectly acceptable for nudists to really
'look' at one another and to even make comment on our dancing bodies.

   "Yeah!  Shake it!," Moria would say to whoever was dancing most
vigorously.

   "Yeah baby, give it up!" someone else would say.  And everyone (except
me) seemed to enjoy exaggerating their movements in a lighthearted parody
of 'dirty dancing'.

   After twenty minutes or so I got used to boobs, bums and cocks all
bouncing around me, and I almost forgot about how I must look with my
breasts swaying and my less than perfect thighs 'wobbling' as I danced.

   Then came a slow number.  Everyone suddenly paired up for a waltz. 
Bruce and Steph, Sabrina and John, Barb and Dave (Barb's partner Stew was
still sitting at the table chatting to Daryl).  Greg looked at me
questioningly and spread his arms.  A moment later I was in his embrace and
we waltzed around the barn floor, All very proper and polite, yet here I
was, naked and in the arms of a naked man.  It was nerve wracking, it was
warm and snug, it was electric.

   Dave or John must have queued up a lot of slow songs for it seemed we
waltzed for hours - although it was probably only 20 minutes.

   Greg and I made small talk as we danced, mostly about our own musical
tastes.  He suddenly maneuvered me around so my back was to the crowd and
his own body was almost lost in shadows.  For about three seconds I
wondered why he had decided to change position so abruptly - then I
realised.  I could feel something hot and very hard pressing against my
tummy.  He had a full, straining erection.  I couldn't see it, but there
was no mistaking what it was.

   "I'm really sorry," he said.  "It just sort of happens sometimes."

   Sometimes?  I thought.  More like all the time!  This was his second
today.  I was inexperienced enough back then to think that two erections in
a day was a lot.

   I was embarrassed, but more for him than for myself.

   "What shall we do?" I whispered.  "Wait for it to go away?  You can't
walk around like that!"

   "Mmm, " he said sheepishly.  "If I stay here I don't think it will just
go away."

   Just then I felt his cock throb and knock against my tummy.  I felt a
moistness smearing around my belly button.

   "If you just dance with me to the edge of the barn," he asked.  "I
should be able to slip into the pool unseen and ah...cool off."

   It seemed like a reasonable plan to me, so we both slowly waltzed deeper
into the shadows until he could separate from me and glide away into the
pool.

   "Sorry," he said again as he disappeared into the water.

   I walked back to the table.  As I sat down I brushed my hand over my
stomach and felt a thin liquid coating it.  "Pre-cum", my mind told me. 
"Nothing to worry about." Nothing at all, I thought, but it is a little
intriguing...exciting.

   When I sat down again, Stew offered me another drink and Daryl asked how
I had enjoyed the dance with Greg.  They were both so friendly and sincere
that I resolved not to make a big deal of Greg's hard-on.

   Someone else did however.  Dave came over and asked if he could have a
word with me in private.  The other guys stood and went to the dance floor
and Dave sat in a chair close to me.

   "I was looking out for you," he began.  "And I think I know what Greg
was up to.  Did he make a move on you?"

   "No," I said.  "We just danced."...Where was he going with this?  I
wondered.

   "I saw him," Dave continued.  "And I know he was...aroused.  We don't
condone sexual advances like that.  Say the word and I'll kick him out."

   I know I should have felt safe and protected when Dave said this, but I
didn't.  I felt indignant, almost angry.  Did he think I was incapable of
looking out for myself?  Even worse, that I was unable to make my own
choices?  I felt patronised and insulted, though I fought it down and told
myself that Dave had my best interests at heart.  (and the reputation of
his business).  If we were at a clothed venue, I wondered, would the
manager be on the lookout for any dancing men who had erections inside
their trousers - and I am sure that must happen.  Greg had an accidental
hard-on, excused himself and left me - end of story.

   I know I shouldn't feel upset by Dave's concern, but I did.  I thanked
him for his solicitude, but made it clear that I was fine, and as far as I
was concerned, so was Greg, and begged him to leave it at that.  I wasn't
sure if Dave was relieved or still wary, but he wandered back to dance
(with his wife) and I stayed at the table.  Stew and Daryl soon joined me,
and a little later so did a wet and flaccid Greg.  Neither he nor I
mentioned his erection and the four of us chatted about everything and
nothing.

   The night wore on with more music and wine but for me the spell was
broken.  I still felt annoyed with Dave.  I secretly accused him of
hypocrisy, and worse.  Perhaps I had had too much wine.

   By now it was past midnight and the party was coming to a close.  The
fire was doused, everyone pitched in to tidy up and soon we were all giving
each other a goodnight kiss and hug.

   Dave and Sabrina left to go back to their house and the rest of us went
by torchlight to our respective tents.  Greg said sorry to me one more time
before going to his tent.  Daryl told me to cheer up before he and Bruce
and Steph entered their palatial tent, and I crawled sleepily into my own
little sanctuary.

   To understand what happened next, you need to know the layout of the
campground.  In the middle distance, about 20 metres from me, Stew and Barb
had their camp.  Beyond them was the tent of John and Moira and behind
that, Greg's small solitary tent.  Closest to me was the large tent shared
by Bruce, Steph and their companion Daryl.  I had assumed that being so
large, they would naturally have their own rooms inside and a good deal of
privacy.

   As I settled down in my sleeping bag and the night grew quieter, I
realised I could hear very distinctly voices coming from Bruce and Steph's
tent.  Voices that were heavy and excited.

   I heard Steph saying, "Mmm give it to me."

   "Suck me baby," came the reply.  "I love it when you suck my cock."

   Except the man's voice was not that of her hubby Bruce..  It was that of
big Daryl.

   I heard heavy breathing and wet, kissing sounds.  Then Bruce's voice,
trembling as he said.  "Yes, sweety, suck him.  You look so good doing
that."

   I moved as close as I could to the tent wall, straining to hear what was
going on in their tent.  There was little talk coming from them now, except
for low moans and murmurings.  But I could hear a rhythmic pounding begin
and Steph's voice mewling incoherently.  I had not masturbated since I
could not remember when, but after a few minutes of listening to them, I
could not help reaching down into my folds and gently circling my clitoral
hood.  My pussy was tingling and seemed to gape and beg me for something
... something I could not give it.  Still, listening to the wet, slapping
noises coming from the other tent, the stifled groans of three people
having sex in a way I could not even begin to imagine, I rubbed myself
frantically, biting my sleeping bag to prevent my own moans from escaping.
I heard Steph whisper hoarsely, "Fuck, it's so big." and the heavy panting
of the two men.  My thighs were drenched with my own wetness and I began to
shake.  Steph seemed to be almost screaming now in her whisperings and I
lost it completely.  My orgasm rushed up upon me and my pussy shook beneath
my finger.  I had to bite my bottom lip to stop from crying out as the
almost painful vibrations passed through my sensitive vagina.

   Surprised by the intensity of it, I gently rubbed myself and was
staggered by how wet and slippery I was.  I was exhausted.  I drifted off
to sleep to the sound of my three neighbours still enjoying whatever
exactly it was they were doing.



   Prude to Nude Ch.  05

   It was just after 8 a.m.  and I was cozy in my sleeping bag listening to
the birdsong fill the camping ground.  This was the start of my third day
at the naturist retreat and the morning sun had not yet warmed the air, nor
woken any of the other eight campers - hardly surprising after the late
night dancing they had all enjoyed evening before.

   I reflected with a little amazement how quickly my first nudist
experience had progressed.  Only two days earlier I had first taken my
clothes off outside (albeit alone as I was the only camper there at the
time).  Since then I had walked naked through the bush, swam in the pool,
had my photo taken nude by the owner Dave, watched him photograph his wife
Sabrina's ass, taken a photo of a guy named Greg and seen his spontaneous
erection, shared a nude BBQ with 10 people, danced with them, and danced
close with the aforementioned Greg and felt his erection press against me,
and late in the night, was pretty sure I heard my neighbours in the next
tent having threeway sex.  Perhaps that all that was nothing too outrageous
for a nudist camp, but for me it was all very new and challenging.  Still,
I thought to myself, I'd come here to change my life and build up my
confidence in myself and my body, and it certainly was doing that.  And
everyone had been so laid-back, accepting and non-threatening that I felt
welcome and safe - and I had the best part of a week still to enjoy.

   I could have lazed in my cozy tent for hours yet, but nature called and
I had to go to the ablutions block.  I crawled through the zip door and
momentarily pondered if it was cool enough to wear at least a t-shirt.  The
camp rules stated clearly that it was a nudist - not clothing optional -
resort, but how far was that enforced, I wondered.  Surely even naturists
must cover up sometime; the weather was not always perfect.  Then as I
stretched, I realised how comfortable it really was to be naked.  I liked
the complete freedom of movement; even my breasts free of restriction and
swaying to and fro seemed more comfortable and a part of me than they ever
had before.  In the end I reasoned that as I'd be soon naked in the shower
anyway, why bother dressing for a 20 metre walk.

   I grabbed my biggest towel and my toiletries and walked across the
dew-damp grass to the main shower block.  I could still smell some
lingering smoke from the campfire the night before, and its mingling with
the fresh smell of eucalypt was at once earthy and somehow fresh.  From the
other four tents strung in a row between mine and the ablutions block, not
a sound could be heard..  The block was quite large: inside, three private
toilet cubicles ranged along one wall, and opposite them, four showers.  I
noted that while two of the showers had doors, the other two were
completely open to the public gaze.  Along the end wall was a long large
mirror, below which were four hand basins and some power outlets.  As I
went into one of the toilets, I realised one of the closed showers was
running and a towel was draped over its door.  Here was another issue I had
to confront - bathroom privacy.  All through my school years I had avoided
communal showers and change rooms, and had always been acutely embarrassed
to think that anyone might be able to hear me 'tinkle' while using a public
toilet.  Were nudists just as casual around bathrooms as they were
elsewhere?  To me, those things were still very intimate and private.

   Nevertheless - nature called, and she called urgently.  I used the
toilet and then went into one of the closed shower cubicles.  I gave my
hair a badly needed wash (it smelt like campfire) and luxuriated in the hot
water for quite a long time.  All sense of coldness left me and I soon felt
re-charged and ready for the day.  I pondered putting on some make-up but
decided I had no one to impress - sun block was all I needed.

   When I came out of the shower and headed to the basins to brush my
teeth, I discovered who the other early riser was.  Standing by the wash
basins was Daryl, the tall bald guy with the very large cock (and who I had
heard having some kind of sex with the couple Bruce and Steph the night
before in their tent).

   "Oh, good morning," I said, taking up a spot at another basin.  "Looks
like another lovely day."

   "Hey there," he smiled over his shoulder.  "And all those other pikers
are wasting it by sleeping in."

   "I don't want to waste a single moment," I agreed.  "The weather is too
nice."

   I got out my things and began to brush my teeth.  Daryl had his things
scattered all over the wash basin bench and was busy shaving.  But his face
was already smooth - he was shaving his tescticles!  I'm sure my eyes must
have widened at the sight of it; Daryl caught my reflection in the mirror
and gave me a sort of apologetic smile.

   "Just tidying up a bit," he said.

   He had his scrotum lightly covered in shaving cream and was slowly
running his razor blade over his balls from back to front.  His other hand
held his cock up and out of the way.  He was sort of half bent over so he
could see what he was doing and had an intense look of concentration on his
face.

   Barely able to look away I tried to act cool.

   "Umm ...  be careful," I said half jokingly.  "You'll look funny if you
cut yourself and have to wear a band-aid."

   "Oh, I'm always careful," he replied and winked at me before going back
to the task.

   I continued to brush my teeth - slowly.  Daryl had after all the biggest
cock I had ever seen (Okay, I had only seen six, and all in the last two
days).  He held it kind of backhanded just below the glans; the glans that
seemed almost twice the circumference of the thick shaft they surmounted,
like the hat of a long flesh coloured mushroom.  The skin was an even tone
all over and seemed to have none of the ridges and veins that made Bruce's
cock look so angry.  I brushed and brushed and Daryl continued to ever so
gently and slowly shave his balls - balls that to me looked too small for
his thick and long (how long I wondered?  Easily five inches completely
flaccid) cock.  If he was gentle with his balls, he certainly did not take
the same care with his cock.  He gripped it like a baseball bat (the simile
is apt) and tugged it this way and that to get it out of his way and I was
somewhat amazed at how rough he was with it.  Weren't cocks sensitive?  I
had always assumed that they were as delicate as the flesh of my own pussy,
yet Daryl treated his like a piece of tough leather.

   He caught me staring in the mirror and gave a little shrug.  His cock
grew noticeably thicker in his hand.  It lengthened and fattened until even
his large hand could barely hold it.  In another moment I was sure he had a
full erection.  It was simply enormous!  Three inches of shaft protruded
from his fist, topped by the head that looked like rose coloured tennis
ball.  He continued to shave, but my toothbrush was frozen in my mouth -
and I stood there like a dummy, unable to drag my eyes away from his cock.

   "Err," I don't want to be rude," he said softly.  "But if you go around
staring like that at guys, they might often react like this."

   "Oh god, I'm sorry."

   "No need to apologise," he said.  "But these things," here he nodded
toward his cock, "have a mind of their own and seem to know when they are
being watched."

   "I really didn't mean to..."

   "Yeah I know," he said.  "Look, this is just a little friendly advice.
Men are all horndogs and we are prone to think even a curious look from
lady is an invitation for more.  You're new to nudism I know, so I wouldn't
want your first time here to be a bad experience.  And by the way, it's I
who should be apologising to you.  An unwanted erection is not exactly
acceptable here."

   I looked down and saw that his cock had softened a lot as he spoke - it
was almost flaccid once again.

   "How did you do that?" I asked.

   "What?"

   "You know, make it go all floppy again." Another aspect of my ignorance
(and God only knows where I got the idea) was that men, once they had an
erection, could only rid themselves of it by ejaculating.  Now Daryl's cock
had gone from soft to hard to soft again in just minute or two.

   Daryl laughed - not unkindly though.

   "Believe me," he said.  "It takes a lot of control." (he was glancing at
my boobs) "Usually I think about cricket, or my Auntie Ruth - that normally
shuts me down."

   He laughed a very self-conscious laugh.  "Really," he said.  "I'm very
sorry about the erection.  You are the last person I'd hit on here."

   Perhaps it was meant as a reassurance, but the words struck me like a
unexpected slap in the face.  I suddenly felt embarrassed, insulted.  Dumpy
little Kasumi was not someone Daryl could ever seriously fancy?  The two
days of confidence building I had gone through unravelled and I saw myself
in the mirror - mortified and , and .  Saggy boobs, big butt, short legs -
no man's ideal.

   I grabbed all my stuff and mumbled that I had to go.  Daryl tried to
speak again but I was already walking as fast as I could back to my tent,
my towel wrapped around me and tears threatening to burst out.  I was
thinking of getting dressed straight away and driving home.  Home to the
safety and comfort of my parents' house

   _

   Back in my tent I threw on a tank-top and crept into my sleeping bag.  I
didn't exactly break down and cry but I was on the verge of it for quite a
while.  I knew I was over-reacting, and that made it even worse.  But as I
lay there, I thought about what I had experienced and achieved since my
arrival at the retreat, and I determined to stick it out.  It must be said
that there was a little of my mother in the decision too - after all, I had
paid for my week in advance and she would be scandalised if I wasted that
money.

   A little while later I realised I was hungry and I left my tent and got
to work with my little gas stove and made some breakfast.  By then the
other campers were all up and about: Stew and Barb were cleaning up after
their own breakfast, John and Moira were sitting out the front of their own
tent, sharing coffee with Greg and reading magazines, and Bruce and Steph
were just across the way from me, lazing out the front of their sumptuous
tent in large collapsible and comfy looking loungers - Daryl was in the
third lounger - laying back with his eyes closed.  Naturally, everyone was
naked and began to feel silly in my tank-top.  I peeled it off, poured
another cup of tea for myself and sat in the warming morning sun; Bruce and
Steph gave me a friendly good morning wave and I responded in kind.

   The morning went by lazily, nobody seemed inclined to do much at all. 
Around 11 o'clock, bored with my novel and feeling the need for some form
of activity, I took myself to the pool area and waded into the water. 
Despite growing up in Australia, where we are all supposed to be outdoor
athletes, I was not a champion swimmer, and after a few half -hearted laps
of the small pool, I contented myself with dog-paddling around and just
enjoying the feeling of the cool water on my bare skin.

   I was floating serenely when I heard a splash behind me.  A man had just
dove into the pool; the last man I felt like seeing just then - Daryl.  I
swam to the further end of the pool, but he followed me.

   "Hey Kasumi," he said as he surfaced next to me.  "Can we talk?"

   "About?" I asked, gripping the tiled edge of the pool and hiding my body
as much as I could from him,"

   "Well," he began, moving closer to me.  "This morning at the showers.  I
think I may have offended you - and I want to apologise."

   "Offended me?"

   "Yeah, you know," he nodded toward his crotch, "The erection."

   "Is THAT why you think I was offended?" I was astounded at how dense men
were.

   "Uhh, yeah." he looked like he was replaying the morning in his head,
searching for other misdemeanors.

   "You really don't recall what you said to me?" I asked, turning from the
edge of the pool to face him.  We both now stood, face to face in the waist
deep water,

   "Erm," was all I got from him.

   "Let me remind you, 'you are the last person I'd hit on.' That's what
you said!"

   Saying it out loud suddenly felt stupid.  Hadn't I already decided that
he was not my type?  So..  so what if I wasn't his type?  Why should I
worry?

   I slow dawning of realisation spread over his face.

   "Oh no," he cried.  "You didn't think...?"

   "What?"

   "You didn't think I meant you aren't attractive?" he was waving his
hands around in confusion and I must admit, I was watching the muscles of
his shoulders rippling as he did so.

   "No, no, no.  " he protested.  "Far from it.  All I meant was; you are a
newbie, and Dave gave us ALL a warning not to make you feel uncomfortable
with any signs of 'attraction'.  That's all I was trying to say.  Believe
me, you are very, very attractive."

   Was I seeking approval?  Right then I decided to ditch my incessant
desire to examine my own motivations and for the first time in my life 'go
with the flow'.  Another part of me felt a little resentment once more
about Dave and his over-protectiveness - owner of the resort or not, he was
not my moral guardian, I thought.  I looked into Daryl's face.

   "Really?" I asked.

   "Really."

   I smiled; he smiled.  Whatever devil made me do it, I put my arms behind
me and hauled myself up onto the edge of the pool, sitting there naked and
dripping, my pussy inches from his face.  At that moment I did not even
think about "acceptable naturism" - I wanted him to look at me.

   "I really look okay?" I asked.

   "Oh my god," he said hoarsely, "Do you ever!"

   The look in his eyes was one I will never forget.  They were pleading,
begging me.  And somehow I sensed exactly what it was he wanted right then.

   I opened my legs wide, and then even wider.  My pussy was completely on
view to him.

   He looked over his shoulder once nervously, but there was nobody in
sight, everyone was still occupied at their campsites.

   "Jesus," he whispered.

   I looked down at my pussy, there was still pool water trickling down
from my boobs and tummy, wetting my pubic hair and making it a slick dark
mop over my mons.  I looked into the water and saw his cock, seeming bigger
and harder than I had seen it that morning.

   He let out a sort of moan and reached under the water to grab himself.

   And that is when I think my life changed forever.  At that moment I felt
such an incredible rush.  As if I had discovered some amazing secret, some
super power that was mine alone - to do with as I wished.

   Now it was my turn to look over toward the campground.  I did not want
to be caught doing what I did next.

   I put my hand down to the bottom of my tummy, and with a finger each
side of my mound, I subtly pulled upwards, exposing, as I knew it would, my
clitoris.

   "You like?" I asked coyly.

   "It's perfect," he said.  And right there in the pool, under the water
but only inches from me, he was stroking his cock, tugging and twisting it,
his eyes never leaving my pussy.  The power I seemed to exert over him
fired some switch in my brain.  I grabbed my left breast and lifted it,
pointing the nipple toward him.

   "And these?"I asked.  "You like them?"

   "Oh my god," was all he could say.

   His closed hand was pumping his cock furiously now under the water.  He
looked up into my eyes.

   "Understand," he said.  "I'd never try and push my luck.  But you are
the hottest thing I have ever seen here.  I can't help..."

   And her couldn't.  At that moment, through the refraction of the pool
water, I witnessed my first male orgasm.  The tip of his cock, poking out
from his curled fingers, shook and swelled and I saw ropes of white creamy
liquid spurt from it.  Five or six times the sperm erupted from him and
floated away in streamers.  They eddied on the pool current and drifted
away toward the filter pump.  His cock remained super hard and now the head
of it looked even redder.  As for me, it took all my willpower not to
plunge at least one finger into my pussy or diddle my clit - I was on fire.
But the real turn-on was knowing that I had turned him on so much that he
had come - and come so quickly.  I felt like a goddess.

   "Oh wow, " he breathed.  "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean..."

   "Don't be sorry," I said, and I jumped back into the pool to stand next
to him.  "I've read about these things - after all, it's only natural,
right?"

   He was breathing heavily.  I was, despite the cool water, burning down
below and wondering if I should rub myself of , or even if he might do it
for me.

   He tentatively laid a hand on my shoulder.  "You're amazing," he said.

   I had an impulse that I could not resist.  I wanted to reach down and
grab his (still hard) cock.  To finally find out just what a man felt like.

   "Hey!  You two!"

   We both jumped guiltily at the voice.  It was Moira, the junoesque woman
from campsite three.  She and her husband John were walking toward the
pool. Daryl and I quickly moved apart from each other.

   John and Moira drew closer to the pool and leant on the fence.

   "Sorry, love," Moira smiled at me.  "Got to drag Daryl away.  It's
bonfire night tonight and we need a big man like him to help stack the
wood."

   Her innuendos were obvious but said with such open friendliness that we
all laughed.  We dragged ourselves from the pool, Daryl trying to hide his
wilting but still swollen cock as we did so by sheltering behind me.

   A moment later we all four were walking across the lawn of the
campground.

   "So, tell me," I asked nobody in particular.  "What exactly is bonfire
night?"