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A breeze wafted in from the ocean, ruffling the pages of The Demon-Haunted World. I slipped a bookmark in and set it onto the warm, eburnean sands around me. Waves lazily marched towards the shore, only to crash and dissipate once they reached their goal, their rhythmic susurrus a natural lullaby. The scent of the tropical sea surrounded me with a brisk, briny, clean perfume. In the clear, cerulean waters, two young women played a game of their own devising, the object of which, so far as I could tell, was to fail to hit the ball in such a way that you made the biggest splash and the most noise possible. I sighed.
I had to admit, I was surprised that their nudity no longer even registered as something noteworthy to me. After just a few days at the Kutná Hora Resort, I no longer felt any trepidation at being nude. No longer did I fear the other guests would point and laugh. I had even stopped worrying that I was going to walk outside naked, only to realize I had made a huge mistake and this wasn’t a nudist resort after all.
I had decided to travel here to celebrate the end of my freshman year of college, my first year on my own, living as an adult. Growing up, my family had always been inhibited about nudity. Even just to walk from the shower to the bedroom, my parents would first get dressed. I don't think I ever saw my father without a shirt unless he was swimming, and for my mother, bikinis were off-limits. Every trip to the beach came complete with a litany of about how cold those poor young women must be, and how their mothers must have raised them, her tone of voice making it clear that she believed the answer to be "poorly."
I had wanted to try out nudism for a while, but never had the chance to. I was too shy to ask my parents while still in school. I didn't want them thinking they had raised a voyeuristic pervert or anything. Asking friends carried the same risk. There wasn’t a way to ask a friend, either male or female, that you wanted to get naked with them without opening up myself to myriad rumors.
So I did my research online. I found out the Kutná Hora Resort was just a few hours away. The pictures entranced me. Here were people having fun, walking around, playing games, all without clothes. It looked like paradise. I told my parents I was going to stay with a college friend for a week, packed my unusually light bags, and set out.
The first day had been the hardest, in more ways than one. My teeth tingled the entire drive over, my chest a cold, gaping void. Had I made a mistake? Various nightmarish scenarios played in my mind to the soundtrack of Queen. What if I got caught? What if something happened and they called my parents, telling them they had found me at the nudist resort?
I had never been naked in public before. What would it be like? I wasn't exactly a star athlete. "Lanky" probably would have been the first word to come to mind a year ago, but I was starting to fill out a bit while at college, at least. Would people judge me? What if I contracted priapism as soon as I arrived and it didn't go down all week? Would they kick me out? Ban me? Call security? Set up a guillotine with a distressingly small hole?
After the longest two hours and change of my life, I arrived.
From the front, it looked no different than any other resort. The building was a pristine ivory, its roof dull red. If not for the name embossed in brass letters, I would have doubted I was at the right spot at all. It wasn't until I followed the bellboys inside that it became very clear that this was a clothing-optional resort, and everyone had evidently optioned against clothing. Aside from the bellboys, I was the only one wearing enough to walk through a neighborhood without the police getting a call. I walked to the front desk and checked in. While the employee tapped at their keyboard, I observed as discreetly as I could.
Everyone looked…well…normal. No movie stars. No models. Just regular people, indistinguishable from those I had left behind at home except in dress: fat, skinny, young, old, white, black, Asian. With my sunglasses concealing my eyes, I took advantage of the opportunity before me to people-watch. Most of the guests were either children or middle-aged, but there were a few young adults that were about my age.
I drank them in. Eighteen years of seeing fewer breasts than elephants in real life crashed into the dirt and exploded into ashes. Small breasts and large melons, pert tits and drooping hooters, ta-tas and bazongas, sweater puppies and air bags, all of them parading before me.
"Your keycards, sir," interrupted the desk clerk. She explained some details, including the fact that a tour that would be starting in just twenty minutes, and pointed me towards the elevators. I left the lobby and entered the elevator with a statuesque black woman. I prayed that she wasn’t telepathic as I cast sidelong glances at her bare and buxom bosom and the swelling curves of her tight, firm backside. All too soon, she reached her floor and exited. I soon did the same.
I unlocked the door and entered. After I unpacked what little I had, I checked out the room. Everything was unusually usual. Same bath, same bed, same television and cough I had come to expect from this sort of place. From the window I could see the entire resort below me. Like tiny, naked homunculi, an entire hotel’s worth of humanity scurried about, swimming in the pools, lounging on the beaches, and walking across the lawns. I checked the clock. The tour would be starting soon.
I stripped down to a pair of trunks and stepped outside my room. It was odd walking through the halls, seeing naked men and women passing me by, but each staring guest I passed further reminded me that I and my swimsuit were the odd ones.
There were four or five others waiting for the tour. Two of them had elected to stay at least partially covered, although one of the viv thomas films women had gone topless. The others had already decided to do as the Romans do.
We passed by the pool, the beaches, the restaurants, the courtyard, and the games area while our tour guide described how much there was to do and see. I was mostly interested in what there was to see. Everywhere, people were naked: eating naked, sunbathing naked, swimming naked, and playing chess naked. I was just glad I had my swimsuit to conceal my tumescent cock. "Women! Naked women!" it screeched at me.
Soon the tour ended. Our guide walked off, and the other tourists scattered in ones and twos. I was alone. Nothing left to do but bite the bullet.
I went back to my room to disrobe. I slid off my left them on the bed while I stared out the window at the pool and the naked men and women around it, swimming and sunbathing. It looked like a safe enough place to start. I could always jump into the water or tan on my stomach in case of any emergencies.
I grabbed a towel and my keycard and walked to the door. With a final, deep breath I opened the door and walked out into the empty hallway nude. I was officially naked in public. The door closed and locked behind me with a deafening click. What if my card broke and I was stuck outside naked? What if I wasn't supposed to be naked here?
I clenched my eyes shut and focused on breathing steadily. Everything was fine. It was alright to be naked. No one would screech at the sight of me. Without my clothes, I wouldn’t even warrant a second glance.
I walked to the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby. The contrast of the luxurious brass and mirrors of the elevator with my own primal state of nudity was ludicrous. I felt like a streaker in a stately mansion. I chuckled.
The bell dinged on the twelfth floor. I held my towel in front of my crotch, backed into the corner, and lowered my eyes as a young couple entered and turned their backs to me. I looked up. The woman's bare ass was only a foot away from me, plump and firm, jiggling as she shifted her weight while she waiting for the elevator to reach its destination. I tightened my grip on my towel.
The doors opened. The couple left, my eyes locked on her ass as she walked outside. I peeked outside the elevator. Everyone was still naked. No one had told them to put their clothes back on now that I had been successfully fooled into nudity.
I scurried to the pool and sat down on an available chair with my towel on my lap. Next to me, an older man tanned in the sun, his flaccid penis drooping between his legs. I looked around. Everyone was in a similar state of apathetic and unashamed undress. Here and there, a top or bottom might be found, but by and large people preferred their birthday suit to anything else. And despite it all, everyone was acting as though it were perfectly normal to be naked in public. Perhaps it was. Confident that my reaction from the elevator had subsided, I stood up, flung the towel onto my chair, and leapt into the pool.
The cool water enveloped me. I had never swum nude before. It felt...freeing. The novel sensation of swimming without trunks, the soft, silky pressure of the water directly against my crotch, was invigorating. I felt natural, I felt primal, I felt, well, naked. I was exposed, I was vulnerable, but I was exhilarated. I felt a connection to millennia of ancestors who swam without suits, naturally, just as I was now. I swam a few laps, passing by my fellow nudists, none of whom gave the naked man grinning like an idiot a second thought.
I climbed out and lay down on my stomach, keeping my legs pressed together. The sun evaporated away the water from my back, and soon, I began to feel its heat. What would have been idyllic with a gentle breeze soon became uncomfortable otherwise. It was time.
I turned over, my dick out and visible. No one cared. No one turned and looked. No girls suddenly fell to their knees, in awe of my massive manhood, kowtowing before me, begging to be allowed to carry my heir. No one giggled and whispered to their friends, wondering what bravery it required to dare bare such a miniscule member in public. Here I was, having just done the most daring thing of my young life, and I was invisible. I stretched out, smiled, and watched.
I felt like a visitor from another world. All around me, innocent women had no idea how they were exciting me, brazenly exposing their most intimate anatomy without any inhibition, displaying their breasts, their pussies, their asses, and their thighs to my sight. Even if they weren’t doing it for me I was a happy recipient nonetheless.
A petite-breasted blonde reclined directly across from me. Her eyes were closed and her nipples were covered with small discs that hid nothing else. Her elegant bust barely rose above her chest. Her legs were parted and her pussy exposed, hidden only by a small, flavescent tuft. Her delicate, pink labia lay open to the sun and the sky and to me. My cock stirred, rousing itself to attention, but she didn't notice my leering gaze. My hand ran down my stomach to my thigh before I stopped myself, puffing out my frustration through gritted teeth. Good thing the pool was cold...
After that first exhilarating rush of voyeuristic novelty, as hours turned to days and every woman viv thomas dvds I met had her bosom bared, breasts soon became familiar. They were still amazing, of course. I hadn’t gone mad.
But what was hidden was tantalizing, what was exposed, mundane. With them just there all the time, a constant reminder that evolution loved me and wanted me to be happy, they stopped demanding my interest. They were no longer the first place I glanced. I started to forget they were there waiting for my eyes whenever I got distracted or bored. I was even able to maintain eye contact with the redheaded waitress at the Blue Dolphin with the freckled breasts the size of her head.
In place of that thrill now stood a pleasant satisfaction. I had never felt so relaxed and open and free. All my cares evaporated away in the sunshine. I was a human island, alone with my book. From time to time another soul would pass by and we might chat and talk, and I would sneak a peek or two, but they soon left. I was simply me. I had left behind the Old World and its sins.
"Oh! John? John, is that you?' asked a familiar voice. I lowered my book and turned towards its source before I could fully register who it was. Standing over me, her hand to her chest, her eyes wide, was my former high school math teacher, Miss Zhang. My eyes slowly slid down her form. My cheeks ignited as my breath raced out my nose.
Her body was entirely bare, without even a patch of pubic hair to preserve her modesty. She was as smooth and bare as a classical statue, if a bit thicker. Her dark, raven hair tumbled messily over her shoulders. Her full breasts, the object of many a classroom daydream, hung firmly before my eyes, seemingly unaffected by anything as insignificant as gravity, her nipples the color of café au lait. My eyes slowly, ponderously, made their way up to her oval face, her chocolate, crescent eyes, her cheeks with just the slightest touch of plumpness, her mesmerizing lips a vivid scarlet.
My lips flopped about helplessly, my brain failing to send any signals to my voice box. "M-Miss Zhang!" I finally stammered, casting my eyes at her flip-flop-clad feet. At least she was wearing something. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm a regular here. Have to fill my summers somehow," she chuckled. "How are you? I can't believe it's already been a year. Is this your first time here?"
The cold realization that had been dripping inside my skull finally reached my brain. I looked down. My penis lay not only exposed, but tumescent and growing fast. I was naked in front of my teacher, exposing myself to her. In an instant, days of work acclimating to nudism were blasted away before the stellar intensity of the realization that my dick was out in front of my teacher. I spun over onto my stomach, blushing furiously, and buried my face into my beach chair.
"Sorry, Miss Zhang!"
"Sorry?" Her hand lightly touched my shoulder. "Oh, John, it's quite alright! It is a nudist resort, after all. You're expected to be nude. I don't mind. And besides, you graduated last year. You're a college man now. I'm not your teacher anymore. Just call me Vivian."
I opened an eye. She was still smiling. She was still completely uncovered, without any attempt being made to shield her innocent body from my leering gaze. "Are you sure, Miss... Are you sure, Vivian?"
"Absolutely! Now come on, this isn't math class anymore. You're not my student, and I'm not your teacher. We're just two adults having a chat." She tussled my hair and leaned in. "Are you comfortable, John? I understand if this is a bit much for you. If you want, I'll go elsewhere."
I glanced down at her zaftig, sun-kissed body. There wasn't a single tan line to be found. She wasn't kidding about being a regular. "No, I'll be fine. Thank you, though."
"I must say, I'm surprised to find you here." Yeah, I could say the same thing. "What do you think of it so far? Are you enjoying it?"
My cheeks were burning. "Y-yeah... It's really fun so far..." God, what must she think of me..? "I really love..." ...how all the girls have their tits out? "...how freeing it feels."
"I feel the same way," she replied as she sat down next to me. Her breasts jiggled magically, heaving and swaying with minds of their own. The silence grew, opening between us like a bottomless chasm.
"So... Um, how have you been? Are you still teaching?"
"I am. I'm enjoying it still, although the seniors this year aren't nearly as good as your year was. Maybe the AP Calculus class next year will be better."
"Hopefully. 'This too shall pass,' right? Neither the good nor the bad lasts forever."
"So true. It's a shame, though. My job would be so much easier if all my students were like you, John."
I could feel my cheeks warming. My cell phone rang. My savior! I fished it out of my bag and checked the screen. "Sorry, it's my parents. I have to take this," I said, excusing myself. I answered the phone and began collecting my things as I talked. Miss Zhang settled down and spread out in the sun. She just began rubbing lotion into her skin as I left. Had I stayed much longer, I was sure I would have quickly become much more embarrassed.
I went to the Blue Dolphin and ordered steak and mashed carrots, afraid the entire time that Miss Zhang would walk in the door and sit down next to me. It wasn't that I didn't want to speak to her, exactly. It was just that she was so...naked...
I had always thought that would be one for the pro column, personally. Hell, I had masturbated to the idea plenty before. But now that it was real? I was embarrassed. Ashamed. Guilty, even, as though I had been caught cheating on a test. I had entered a new world, and suddenly found myself face to face with someone from my old world. Sure, she looked just like everyone else in my new world, but I knew her from before.
Although...she had been pretty supportive, I realized, cutting into my strawberry rhubarb crostata. Had she really judged me at all? I had been shy, but wasn't that just my own insecurity? I was still new at this, after all. Was I projecting my fears onto her, worrying that my old teacher was judging me, when really, she was just being friendly? It made sense for her to ask questions. And how opposed to nudism could she really be?
I really hadn't expected to have to deal with this this week. I had wanted a week alone, a week of isolation to try out something new. I didn't want to worry about hiding my dick from my teacher.
I went back to my room and spent the night going through old photos of the Math Team on Facebook. It was bizarre to now know just what that tight sweater was hiding, what that black skirt concealed. My hand reached under the sheets. I fondled my cock as I scrolled through photos, my erection slowly rising to life. I hadn't realized how amazing her body was. She hadn't exactly been shy. Her cleavage was a frequent guest during class, and the day the heater broke in the middle of January was still spoken of in hushed and reverential tones even to this day, but that was entirely different from seeing every inch of her bare flesh right in front of my eyes, of actually seeing those perfectly suckable nipples, those enormous, beautiful, bountiful breasts...
My cock throbbed, pulsating in my hand. I reached over to a bottle of moisturizer I had next to the bed and squirted a dollop into my palm. I set up my laptop so I could see the screen well and wrapped my hand around my hot, hard cock, gripping it tightly as I began to slowly stroke myself, rubbing my head and shaft.
I imagined Miss Zhang straddling me, my virgin cock impaling her tight, bare pussy. Her full breasts jiggled as she rode me, her dark nipples hard, her body bouncing wildly, freely, my hands on her hips, guiding her as she moved her pelvis in circles around me. Her body embraced me, engulfed me, greedy for my cum, thirsty for it, insatiably desirous for my manhood and its seed, coaxing me to orgasm.
I didn't last long.
Precum dribbled out of me and down my shaft. My strokes became smoother, more slippery. A warm pleasure grew within me, a deep urge to release. My balls contracted against me. Building higher...higher...higher... My hips bucked. My muscles clenched. My cock spasmed and cum spurted out onto me, covering my chest and stomach in a thin, ivory sheen.
I lay panting on the bed for a while, naked, satiated, staring up at the ceiling. I turned my head. Miss Zhang smiled back at me from my computer screen. I pushed down the screen, worried her image might somehow psychically inform her of my deviance. I got up and walked into the bathroom, took a shower, and went to bed.
The next morning, I walked down to the beach, keeping my eyes peeled for Miss Zhang. I didn't know what I'd do if I saw her, though. It wasn't that big a resort. I couldn't hide from her for the next few days without staying indoors, and it felt like a waste to visit a nudist resort and stay indoors. I could be naked alone in my room anywhere. Not to mention what a waste of a perfectly good view it would be, I thought to myself as I glanced at the chests of a trio of college girls walking past me, bouncing jubilantly, free of their sartorial shackles.
I never thought I'd be so ambivalent about a naked woman, especially one I had had a crush on for so long. On the one hand, tits. I must have masturbated to the thought of her naked dozens of times without ever really expecting to actually see her naked. Certainly not without a telescope, at least. But yesterday she had stood right in front of me, completely nude, entirely exposed, baring her entire body to me. Those beautiful, luscious breasts, her firm, plump ass, her long, thick thighs, even her shockingly smooth, lovely pussy were all open to my gaze.
On the other hand, she was my teacher. Not only that, she was the coach of the Math Team for my entire high school career. She had taught me calculus. She had driven me to meets. She had presented me with a small plaque for being the team's top scorer. I still had the plaque on my desk at home.
But then again, she was right, wasn't she? I had graduated. We were just adults now, not student and teacher. And adults could have normal, polite discussions, clothes or no...right? I sighed.
The sudden squish of sand beneath my feet interrupted my thoughts. I had arrived. And there, right where I had been yesterday, lay a sunbathing Miss Zhang. Had she chosen that spot deliberately? Did she want to run into me? To see me? To talk to me? She was on her stomach, her buns toasting, her head facing away from me. I could walk away and find another stretch of beach. She'd never even know.
"Hi Vivian!" I said as I sat down on the empty chair next to her.
"John!" She sat up and leaned in to embrace me. Her chest pressed firmly against me. My heart thumped loudly. She pulled back. "How are you?"
"I'm doing well. Are you all alone?"
"Yeah. I usually come with my friend Baoqing, but she's visiting Jamaica with her boyfriend right now. She's expecting a ring by the end of it," she divulged, waggling her fingers. "He's a sweet guy. I think they're a pretty cute couple."
She paused and examined her fidgeting fingers for a bit before looking back up at me. "So...honestly, viv thomas art of sex how was yesterday for you?" she asked, placing her hand on my upper thigh and sending a bolt of electricity through my body. "You seemed a bit on edge, if you don't mind my saying so."
"That obvious, huh? I mean, yeah, it was kind of weird, seeing you all...you know..."
"...Naked? Nude? Indecent? Starkers?"
"Yeah...that... But you know what? We're both adults. There's nothing for me to be embarrassed about," I said, catching a glimpse of her bare pussy. I immediately averted my eyes away.
She picked up a glass next to her, its bottom coated in moist sand, and took a deep sip. "Piña colada," she explained as she set it back down. "I'm so glad you think so. And I'm glad you came back today. I wasn't sure whether I'd get to see you again. You really were my favorite student, John. This last year just hasn't been the same without you in my class. I'd love to stay in touch with you."
"Thanks, I'd like that, too." I looked over at her book's lemon-yellow cover. "What are you reading?"
She held it out to me. "It's called The Teeth of the Tiger. It's a mystery novel. I really love the series. It's about this thief named Arsène Lupin. He's sort of like, if Sherlock Holmes were a thief, and cared a lot more about appearances, and weren't wicked antisocial."
"Sounds interesting."
"If you want to borrow it later this week, you can. I'm getting near the end. Enough people have died, anyway. There's only so many characters left..."
"I'd love to," I replied. "Do you usually read mysteries?"
"When I'm reading fiction, yeah, usually. I'm not a huge fan of the ones where you're meant to solve it before the detective does. I've always preferred older ones like Sherlock or Judge Dee where you're just along for the ride, where there's this seemingly inexplicable mystery that slowly gets revealed to you.
"I think that's one thing that Lupin does really well. You're presented with something that at first examination appears to be supernatural or impossible. You wonder how it could be done, and slowly you find out the solution. It becomes something mundane and ordinary and perfectly comprehensible. I really like that kind of revelation."
"I'll definitely have to check it out. I like that kind of story, too. When stories are too supernatural it just feels, I don't know...cheaty, I guess? Like, I feel that things like magic lower the stakes a bit, if you can just solve your problems that way. Do you read a lot of books like that? Maybe you can give me a list of recommendations."
"Sure thing," she said. She took out a pen and held it above her index card bookmark. "What's your email?" I gave it to her as she scribbled it down, in a form that I would have believed to be too messy to ever read again, but she seemed satisfied with it. "Awesome. I'll send you some of my favorites when I get back to civilization. You can actually find some of the early Lupin stories online. They're old enough to be out of copyright. You'd probably like Judge Dee, too. I don't have a computer with me, though. I try to avoid too much technology while I'm here. I leave all that stuff behind."
She spread out her arms and embraced the sky and the sun's rays. "It just feels so natural and peaceful here. This is how our ancestors were for billions of years. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad we have vaccines and the internet and books and stuff, but what benefit does constant clothing really provide? Wouldn't we be happier if it were as least optional? I mean, you don't mind that I'm naked, do you?" she inquired.
"Not at all," I replied, making sure not to let my enthusiasm enter my voice. "I agree, though. It's like, it doesn't hurt anyone, right?"
"Exactly." She flexed her shoulders, arching her back, and, incidentally, thrusting out her breasts. My eyes followed. "Ahh, I think I slept weird. My back's been killing me all day."
"Do you want a backrub?" asked a familiar voice. It couldn't have been mine, though, could it? Surely, there was no way I was stupid enough to offer a naked backrub to my naked teacher while we were both naked. I had hallucinated hearing that. I must have.
"Oh, that'd be wonderful!" She set down her book, stood up, and approached me. I could only watch in silent horror as she sat between my legs, offering her back to me. She reached back and pulled her sleek, black hair out of my way, draping it over her left shoulder. "Ready when you are."
I swallowed. Her backside was just inches from my crotch. Come on, John, you've done this plenty of times. Just never with a naked girl. First time for everything... I exhaled deeply, reached up, and gripped her shoulders firmly.
Her skin was soft. I began massaging her, kneading her muscles with my hands. She yielded to me, leaning back, surrendering herself to me as I moved my hands along her back. "Mmm! Right there," she moaned, as I found a tricky knot.
My cock stirred. I couldn't believe the teacher I had had a crush on all year was just offering her body up to me like this. I pressed the base of my hand against her affliction and patiently worked it out, all to the accompaniment of her constant moaning. "That feels incredible," she gushed, taking a deep sip of her drink. "I admit, I was a little bit jealous of your classmates you were always giving backrubs to."
"You were?"
"Of course. I always overheard them say how good you were. And they were right... You've got some pretty talented hands there, mister. Don't use them for evil."
The thought of suddenly reaching around Miss Zhang's body, of grabbing her full breasts and massaging her into orgasmic satiation until she was left trembling and quivering in my hands darted through my mind. "I won't."
My erection was growing. There wasn't much room left between us now. I felt as though I were strapped to a missile ready to launch, eager to reach its target, its programming overriding my own brain, my own thoughts. "Do it," it whispered to me.
"Can I give you head?" she asked me suddenly.
"What?"
"Can you do my head?" she asked.
"Oh, sure..." My heart pounded, drumming out a tarantella beat. I etched out small circles in her scalp, pressing my thumbs against the base of her skull. Her hair entangled my fingertips. As I freed myself, her scent enveloped me, a floral concoction, dominated by lavender. I inhaled with a hedonistic fervor.
She groaned deeply and leaned against me, her back against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder. My cock rose and pressed against her backside.
"John?" she mumbled hazily.
"Y-yes?" I stammered.
"Is that you?"
"Sorry…"
She chuckled. "Don’t say sorry so much. It happens. You’re a man after all. Do you think you’re the first guy to have that happen to them in the history of nudism? You’re not even the millionth."
"What do guys usually do when it happens?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "Just wait it out. It’ll go away."
"What if someone sees?"
"Well, usually, you’d just turn onto your stomach to hide it or grab a towel..." She put her hands onto the chair and pushed herself backwards against me, my erection now trapped, nestled firmly between my thigh and her ass. "But I’m enjoying this backrub too much, so if you don’t mind, it’ll be our secret for now. Is that alright with you?"
"That sounds fine," I said weakly, trying to think of anything besides my cock against this beautiful woman’s ass. At least she didn’t seem to mind much. She must be really used to this sort of thing. I gazed down her front. With her leaning against me, I had an unparalleled view down her mountainous chest. Her nipples were hard, protruding into the warm breeze. Near the top of her right breast lay a freckle I hadn’t noticed before. The wonderful scent of her sun-kissed skin filled my nose.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, as my cock throbbed against her. I really needed something new to think about…
"How did you get into nudism?" I asked, moving on to her temples. I never would have guessed it from class. Then again, how would I have? She wore clothes whenever she went to work. It wasn’t as though she had shown up one day naked. "Darn, I knew I forgot something! Silly me! Must be because I was at a nude beach all day yesterday!"
"Oh, I started back when I was about your age, actually. Already ten years! I’m getting so old."
"No, you’re not. You look like you’re still in college."
"Ah, dangerous hands and a dangerous tongue… You are going to be popular. No wonder the girls lined up for your backrubs.
"Well, anyways, I was working at a summer camp as a counselor after my freshman year of college. It was fun. We got to do activities with the kids every day, and the other counselors were a load of fun. That was actually when I realized how much I enjoyed working with kids. If not for that, I'm not sure I'd have become a teacher.
"So one night, some of the counselors drove down to the beach for a swim after the kids were all asleep. We had the beach to ourselves because it was so late, so we decided to go swimming. Someone made a joke about skinny dipping, and then one person's suit came off, and then another's, and it just went from there. Pretty soon everyone was naked.
"It was fun, but for me, it was a lot more than that, too." She turned to the side and looked at me from the edge of her eye, her lips just inches from mine. "When I was younger, I had some body image issues. My mother always said I was too fat for a Chinese girl. She said I had an American body. When you hear that kind of thing all the time, it sticks with you. I never felt comfortable in my own skin. I was always worried people were judging me, thinking I was too big, that I was ugly. I thought I’d never get a boyfriend, that no one would ever want to date me. I went on a bunch of diets, and I always wore extra layers, so no one could tell how big I really was."
She turned back away from me. "But when we were all skinny dipping, I realized that no one cared. I was shy at first. I was the last one to take off their suit. Hell, I had even been wearing a shirt over it at first. But once I did, no one gawked or stared. I felt like my body was normal for the first time since I could remember. I felt normal. I wasn’t the fat girl. I was just Vivian."
"You’re not fa-"
Vivian stopped me with a raised finger. "Shush, John. I know you mean well, but, well, it’s hard to explain if you haven’t gone through it yourself." I kept my mouth shut and listened, moving my hands down to her lower back. Sure, she wasn’t a stick. She had some meat on her bones and her stomach had a slight roll when she bent over, but she certainly wasn’t fat. She had a pleasant plumpness to her. She was zaftig. She’d be perfect to hug and to hold and to cuddle with every morning. Imagine waking up with her in my arms…
"So what happened next?" I asked.
"Well, it was pretty easy to keep it up that summer. We’d go skinny dipping every chance we got, and it was just wonderful. When the summer ended, I was pretty bummed. I didn't think I'd get another chance like that. But then my junior year, I met Baoqing. I mentioned her before, the friend I usually stay with here?
"We took a class together, and we got to talking, and when I mentioned how much I had loved skinny dipping, she told me about this place, and about how she was a nudist. I started going over to her apartment to study, and it'd be my chance to be nude in a safe space. I had a roommate, so I couldn't really do it in the dorms. I guess it sounds weird, but at the time it was my break from the world. I started to feel better about myself. I stopped dieting so much. I became happier and healthier, both physically and mentally.
"And then the next time she came out here with her family, she invited me along. And what can I say? I fell in love with this place. It was just what I needed. I’ve been coming here ever since. This is my real home, where I can really be myself and feel comfortable."
She sighed. "I hope that wasn’t too heavy for you… I’ve never really talked about it with anyone since Baoqing."
I stopped massaging her. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly, pulling her against me. "It wasn't too heavy at all. Thank you for sharing that with me."
Vivian embraced my arms, patting my elbow. "Thanks for listening. It feels nice to talk about it with someone."
"Well, I'm always here for you if you want to talk about anything else. I don't mind."
"I might just take you up on that. Your girlfriend's a lucky gal."
"I don't have a girlfriend," I corrected her, returning my hands to her back.
"I don't believe it. No special girl waiting for you back at college? No one to keep you warm during long nights of studying?"
"Nope. vivthomas trailers Haven't had much luck yet."
"Oh? That's too bad. Well, the summer's a good time for a fling. I'm sure you could find a cute, young girl to have some fun with while you're here."
"It wouldn't feel right. I don't know... I'd rather be with someone I have a connection with. I don't just want a fling."
Vivian reached down and squeezed my thigh, leaving her hand there as she moved her palm in slow circles. "My, my, you really are a man. I'm impressed by your maturity, John. You're doing very well at college."
"Thanks..." I squeaked out. I could feel the heat radiating off my face. I was surprised I had the blood for it, considering where it all was... "Vivian?" I asked, massaging her neck.
"Yes, John?"
"…It’s not going away…"
She squirmed a bit, rubbing against my hard-on. I really wanted her to keep doing that... "Trust me, I’ve noticed... Maybe we should try Plan B." She got up and switched to her seat, turning to look back at me. Her eyes lowered and widened . "Oh, wow. Okay, um, I think you should try a quick swim, to, erm, get rid of that," she advised, her eyes continually raising to meet my own, only to be drawn inexorably back down to my twitching manhood. Was it just the sun, or were her cheeks red? Her nipples were hard, too, protruding brazenly.
"Good idea," I said, standing up as slowly as I plausibly could, enjoying the heat of her gaze on me. The warm sand squeezed between my toes as I made my way into the ocean. I waded in up to my crotch before diving in, washing off my sweat and the warmth of the sun from my skin. I swam out a ways before emerging from the sea. The last thing I needed was to bump into anyone else. When I turned back to shore, Vivian was watching me from over her book. Her eyes quickly darted back down. Her legs were parted, one supine, one at an angle. From the water, she was offering an excellent view, whether she intended to or not. I wished the ocean were colder... This could take a while...
Had she really been staring? Even if she had, it had probably been the kind of morbid curiosity that makes people stare at car accidents. She couldn't have been checking me out. Could she? I shook my head. Did I really think I was going to seduce my teacher? I'm sure she would never talk to me again if I even tried. She just wanted to be friends and stay in touch. Nothing more.
She didn't feel like she was just a teacher anymore. She felt like a woman. I wished I had held onto her longer. Who knew when I'd get another chance? And it felt so right to hold her in my arms and comfort her. We fit together perfectly.
She was also a decade older than me. I was just a kid to her, whatever she said. I wished that I could just know what she was really thinking.
Well, that should be enough to stay flaccid for a while, I decided. I came out of the ocean and walked back to Vivian. The breeze against my wet flesh was chilly enough to give me goosebumps. The sensation against my crotch was certainly interesting, though... It felt so strange to feel the breeze there. I lay down next to Vivian, rubbing my feet against each other to try to brush off the sand I had collected on my walk back.
"How's the water?" Vivian asked.
"Refreshing! A bit cold, though."
Her eyes glanced down to my crotch. "Yeah, I can tell." She held her hand up to her mouth. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, John! It just came out!"
I just laughed. "It's alright, Vivian. It's nice to see this side of you."
We spent the rest of the afternoon together, reading, talking, and taking some dips in the water. She went through a few of her piña coladas, I noticed, which she always ordered with a bit of extra pineapple juice. I stuck to Coca-Cola.
As her glasses emptied, Vivian got touchier while we were talking. Her hand kept finding its way to my shoulder and thigh, lingering there throughout the conversation. I didn't mind, but it did mean I had to take a couple of extra dips in the water. She didn't seem overly opposed either, if her ogling was any indication. Was she flattered? Or perhaps just amused at my hair trigger? Whatever her reasons, I was beginning to suspect she was doing it on purpose.
"John, do you play chess?" she asked, staring off into the distance. I followed her gaze and saw a giant chess board. I had seen it earlier, but hadn't had anyone to play a game against yet.
"Yeah, do you?"
"Since I was a kid. I used to go to chess club every week, but then my parents showed me Searching for Bobby Fischer, and it scared me off chess for a while. I got back into it when I was an adult, but it's hard to find someone to play games with live. Mr. Zook plays, though. Sometimes we'll play a game over lunch. Do you want to play a game?"
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