A Reluctant Nudist... A Wooden Cock

Kelly ain't that into nudism. She likes to be nude but it's not like a thing to her. I guess she's not much of an exhibitionist, at least in that way. She's certainly not afraid to be nude and is proud of her body, as she should be. She was a highly skilled gymnast as a young girl, a high jumper and track star in high school, and a high jumper again at a major state university in college. Then she got into partying. It didn't diminish her figure. Her legs are powerful and beautifully shaped. Her muscles are taught and her ass is profound. I met her when she was forty two and all that was the case. Twelve years later it still is. She has beautiful large breasts and glorious nipples that get fat and hard. All that being said showing it all off to strangers as a nudist just isn't that high on her priority list. I do think she kind of gets off on being admired, as we all do, and might even find it kinky to be watched in compromising and even sexual situations. From photos of the past I know she got off on dressing seductively and produced plenty of results from her efforts.

I, myself, on the other hand, love nudism, being nude and seeing others nude, men and women. I love going to an establishment where that is the whole damn premise. To me it's crazy it isn't more popular. Who doesn't want to go somewhere everyone is naked? How could you not want to go? Sounds like paradise to me. I get along with basically anyone. I can find something sexy in almost anything. I love to see and be seen and I love the thought that something kinky might happen, or at least the "odds" are accelerated when everyone around you already has their clothes off.

I did get Kelly to go to a nudist resort with me once. She was a real trooper about it. It was in Arizona, near Phoenix. The crowd wasn't her type, nor mine really, but as I said earlier I'm easy to please. Another piece of our proverbial pie is that Kelly and I are both furry folks. She doesn't shave her armpits or legs and only trims her bush in the summer when the possibility exists that she may wear a bathing suit. I wish she'd just keep it long all year as I love seeing a woman's pubic hair leaking out of the edge of her bikini. These days it seems most of the nudist folks, even the elderly, are all shaved. To me it's kind of weird but, whatever, to each their own. Neither of us are self conscious about being hirsute, I have a very hairy chest and a full beard. I even have slight fur on my shoulders and back. I think it's nice. It's not extremely hairy, it's just the way God made me and I dig it. So does Kelly. For me it's fun for us to show up somewhere like that, to be the odd ones out, we're good looking, naturally sexy people. People notice us and I can tell because we do get lots of nice glances. If you don't think you're sexy who will? It's more of a vibration. We are both in good shape, tan, lean and vibrant. For me that's the way it's supposed to be. As for others I can appreciate anyone as long as they are nice, looks are secondary...

Kelly and I make jewelry and do lots of shows where we sell our stuff. People love our wares. We make our jewelry from stones, bones, shells and such that we find. We also hand tan deerskins into leather to make our cords. We also make deerskin bags and pouches, friction fire kits, rings and other things. We buy nothing, we find and make everything. It's great. The reason I'm telling you this is because it's what brought us to Arizona. We were also considering moving there so we figured that we might as well do a market to make some money to help pay for the trip and look around the state for possible areas to live. When searching for places to stay in Arizona, we usually camp, I ran into an ad for a nudist resort. I booked a room for us before telling Kelly as I thought she would find a way out of the idea and I was committed. I wanted to go. I wouldn't be denied. I didn't tell her until our market was done and she was wondering where we were going to stay. I told her,

"Don't worry, baby! I got us a spot at a nudist resort that's only like forty minutes from here."

She thought I was joking. I told her I wasn't. She sighed and said,

"Whatever."

We had made about eight hundred bucks that day in an unlikely place and everyone had loved our goods. We had a cooler full of wine, cheese, salami and other such delicacies. She was in a good mood. To fight the nudist resort now would be foolish and she knew it. It was perfect timing.

We arrived at the resort a couple hours before sunset. It was May and cooler than normal for that area but still in the eighties. The resort was well kept, pretty and had an enormous pool. We rented a little cabin that had a fridge, a big bed, a bathroom and all the other shit you need or don't need for a night. We got it for a great price, sixty five bucks. The grounds had a restaurant, a pool table, paddle tennis courts, a basketball court, and a dance area. It was amazing. The crowd was beige in general, beige as in "normal" everyday Americans except for the fact that they were all naked. It was wild. They were all very friendly. As night fell we headed for the hot tub. Once in the bubbling waters we relaxed and settled in. There were many people around, walking about, getting in and out of the tubs and pools. It was crowded. At one point a very well built black man strolled by. As he did he looked down at us in the tub. Kelly's breasts were easily visible above the waterline. He did a double take and said,

"Whoa, ya! I guess I'm getting in with you all!"

We laughed and welcomed him. I could tell he was keen on Kelly. She looked fabulous all wet and naked soaking in the tub, her sexy tits sort of treading water, her nipples making perky appearances. The guy was nice, but a little cliche. He was good looking and a quick talker, but I'm a quick talker too. He was a car salesman and we gave him shit about it. Friendly shit. I could tell Kelly had no interest in him, I wasn't sure at first. Eventually we told him we were going to head to our place for some snacks and more wine. He asked if he could tag along. We are hospitable people and I said sure.

Once in the room with our new friend I began cutting salami, got some Ak-Mok crackers out, some cheese and a new bottle of cheap, but delicious, Italian pinot grigio. I loaded our glasses with ice and filled them. Our friend didn't want any. He didn't want snacks. As we talked and went further he became irritated. He asked,

"Are you guys in the lifestyle or what?"

I told him we were living our lifestyle right now, hanging out, enjoying gourmet treats and iced wine. I was about to rip a big bowl of weed and wander out into the nigh to see the dreamy Arizona sky. He got more frustrated. He asked for our phone number and said he had to go. I wished him well. A little bit later we got texts from him asking us about the lifestyle and if we were in it, if we wanted to have sex with him. I told him the same shit I did earlier. I knew what he was talking about I just didn't want to get into shallow semantics. Truth be told, if he was cool and interesting, which Kelly and I talked about later, we might just have indulged him in some wild and interesting sex. But as it were he didn't make the team. He wasn't a team player. And for a brother he was very "beige." And I'm not talking color. He was just a bland, a shallow man. Color has nothing to do with it.

After that Kelly was a little less excited for nudist resorts. I'm dying to go to more but so far it hasn't happened, which bums me out a bit as I've always planned on my fifties being my nudist decade. The fifties are sexy and I want to get the most out of them in that regard. There's still time.

As I told you before Kelly and I visit lots of places to collect stones, shells and other natural treasures. After returning from Arizona we were in need of more rocks and shells so we planned another trip. On this adventure we were headed to central California to visit a couple of beaches that have been like gold mines for us. The stones are fabulous, beyond beautiful and people love the things we make from them. I had heard from someone the last time we were up that way that there was a nude beach nearby. On most trips we usually camp, as I said earlier, but this time was an exception as we had gotten a hotel room which happened to be quite near this nude beach. After we had collected all we needed from our usual spots it became apparent that we had a free day. I thought we might as well do some exploring. I gathered a bit of courage and suggested to Kelly that we should go to a place called Pirate's Cove, the nude beach. When I told her she said,

"Isn't that a nude beach?"

I told her that it was indeed. I told her I had always wanted to see the stones there and also that I love nude beaches.

"I know you love nude everything. That's beside the point. I'm game. Let's go check it out and I'll see how I feel once we get there." She said.

"Aw, that's great baby! You're the best. We're just so close and we got free time. I love that weird shit. Thanks for going along with me."

She smiled and kissed me warmly. We got our things packed up and headed out. It was only a fifteen minute drive to the beach's parking area. We found a shady spot to rest our vehicle, grabbed our belongings and headed down the trail. Pirate's Cove is a beautiful spot. The cove itself is protected from the predominant winds so the sea stays glassy and the sun heats the beach perfectly. The water is cool from the offshore upwelling that occurs. The sand is white and the chaparral covered hills provide a beautiful backdrop. The trail down to the beach is somewhat steep but easy enough. Once on the beach the going is smooth and easy. This particular day was not very crowded. The beach was strewn with a wide variety of people and various shade structures that people had constructed with driftwood. I was surprised to see quite a few naked women amongst the many men. Most of the people down there were reasonably attractive. We walked to a nice spot about half way down the beach and set our things on the sand where we arranged our towels. After that I stripped my clothes off immediately. It felt good to shed my clothes, to be naked and free beneath the sun in the fresh sea air with other people of like mind.

Within a couple of minutes Kelly had shed her clothes completely as well. I was a little surprised but pleased. She laid down on her towel on her back, hear breasts draping to her sides, and breathed a large exhale. She looked glorious. Her skin was tan, her brownish blond hair falling sweetly around her beautiful face. I let my eyes follow along her whole body. Her pubic mound rose gracefully from her flat stomach, her long fur standing at attention. As she relaxed completely her legs fell open, semi spread and she drifted into a slumber. She fell asleep.

I chose to remain seated so that I could take in all the different people and natural sights. The day was pleasant. To my right was a gay european couple, two men. They were very close to each other and kept giggling and laughing, drinking beers and smoking cigarettes. Their cocks remained halfway erect throughout the whole day. There was a woman by herself, seemingly a rare breed at a nudist beach, who was stunningly attractive. She wasn't flamboyant but naturally beautiful. She was somewhat thick, but elegantly so, and she exuded a confidence that was sexy beyond measure. I was keen to catch her eye, but she was aloof, she was content in her world and in this day and age that is a nice thing to see. There were many others, many shapes, many sizes, breasts, cocks, asses all walking around freely and in good spirits.

As Kelly snoozed I noticed a tall, well tanned man stroll by. He was attractively built, and completely naked. He walked casually and with grace. His shoulders were somewhat broad, he had a nice head of dark hair that wasn't quite shoulder length. He looked like he could be anywhere from forty five to fifty five, it was hard to tell. As he sauntered by I watched his eyes latch onto Kelly as she slept, her arms above her head, her armpit fur blowing softly in the breeze, her legs spread slightly. He stopped and turned, seemingly not noticing me, and gazed at her for at least a minute. It was then that I noticed his cock. His cock was as tan as the rest of him and it was long. It was not enormous, but it was impressive and beyond anything else it really was beautiful from an "anatomical" standpoint. During the minute that he stood and stared at Kelly his penis went from hanging nonchalantly to almost being rigid and standing at attention. It was incredible to see the transformation. It didn't get much longer in becoming erect, maybe a little. He stood and watched and then gave a quick smack to the head of his penis as if to say, "Down boy!!" After that he turned parallel to the sea again and continued his walk down the beach. I laughed to myself at what had transpired and then decided it was time to swim, to plunge into the glorious sea and refresh myself in the true fountain of youth.

When I returned Kelly was awake. She was casually looking around. I asked her if she had seen anything she liked. She wasn't very impressed. She said that there was a short gay man in a red speedo who had been watching me as i went in the water. As she said it he strolled by, his sunglasses on his nose to show me his eyes, looking at me hungrily with his small hard penis in his hand. His speedo was now over his shoulder. He stroked it twice and then licked his lips at me. I smiled, only laughing inside, and said good day. He mouthed good day back at me. He was somewhat repulsive but something about his small, pointy cock turned me on. It was like a little horn and it was crazily engorged, all veiny and red. It looked urgent and a small part of me would've liked to see him continue to rub it until it let loose all that pressure. I kept the thought to myself.

Kelly then then rose up and walked down to the sea and plunged in, her nipples turning hard in the cold water. She swam a bit and I noticed some of the men, and even one of the women, looking her way. She shimmied back up the beach, rubbed herself down with her towel and then sat back down.

"Hey Shaglus? You about ready to go? I've had enough sun. I think I might've burned a bit falling asleep like that." She laughed. "I feel dreamy and I'm getting hungry."

"Ya, sure baby. I'm ready anytime. Let's walk naked back to the trail and put our clothes on over there. I think there's a small waterfall we can rinse off in before we dress."

She liked the idea and we proceeded to get our belongings ready. We began to walk down the beach, saying goodbye to a couple of people we had conversed with earlier. As we left the tideline and moved onto the drier, thicker sand Kelly was drawn to something.

"Hey, baby! That guy over there is carving something. Why don't we go check it out. It looks cool. He looks like he's good at it." She said.

Before I looked up to see who she was talking about I said,

"Sure, let's check it out."

Right then I looked up to see the same tan man who had stared at her. He was standing next to a huge driftwood log carving another piece of driftwood. He was using the log as sort of a table on which he had laid out various works he had seemingly made that day. From the angle we were at you could not see his cock. Part of me was nervous and part of me was turned on to see what Kelly would think once she stood in front of this man.

As we approached him I could see a smile emerge on his face. He was very handsome. His lips were full and robust and as they veered into a smile he revealed stunningly white teeth that were only made whiter by the incredible tan on his skin. His dark hair fluttered slightly in the weak onshore breeze. It was almost corny how perfect the whole scene was, like it was in a movie. As we got closer you could see his arms were chiseled with muscles but naturally so. It wasn't like this guy spent hours in the gym vainly seeking to form muscle. These muscles had formed naturally over time, in the sun, wind, rain and whatever else from the life he had lead. There is a huge difference.

"Hello!" He said. "How are you both this glorious day?"

Kelly immediately replied,

"We're fabulous, thank you. We just came over to see what you were carving."

Kelly was noticeably intrigued with this man. She was still naked and her nipples immediately became inflamed, growing in size and pointing right at him. I was intrigued too.

"I love to carve wood from this beach. I do it almost everyday. I make whatever comes to mind and I can usually sell them at a store up the road. It's a fantastic way to make a living." He explained.

"That's amazing!" Kelly replied. "Your work is beautiful. We also like to find treasures at the beach and turn them into pieces to sell. We have that in common."

"I can see your work treats you well." The man smiled as he said it. "You are a beautiful woman. Natural beauty comes first from the inside and then spreads itself outward. You wear it well."

We moved closer and got behind the log with him. As we did the rest of his body came into view. Kelly's eyes immediately went straight to his semi-erect, tanned cock. She almost stepped backward as she saw it. She became strangely giddy and started chattering about wood and texture and how he seemed to understand the materials he was working with in an uncanny way. A strange silence overcame us all. There was a sort of magnetism in the air, you could feel it. He was smiling and carving, she was staring at his cock, I was sort of in a netherworld wondering where on Earth all of this could go. I had a sudden inspiration to ask the man if she could touch his cock. It seemed out of line, I didn't know how he would react, nor how she would react. I was contemplating my next move when all of a sudden I blurted out,

"I hope I'm not out of line, sir. But there's something strange in the air. Would it be okay for my wife to touch your cock? It's beautiful and she's been staring at it ever since she saw it."

Kelly looked at me with the strangest look she's ever given me. Her mouth was open as if she was going to say something, but instead she just kind of gave a breathy laugh. He did too. Silence again. The man then looked directly at Kelly and said,

"Well, only if she'd like to."

We were well concealed behind the large log, it would be hard for anyone to see. Kelly looked around. He looked around. I looked around. Kelly then said,

"It is so beautiful. I guess I could just touch it if you don't mind."

It was somewhat out of character for her. There she was standing naked in front of this tan stranger with glazed eyes and a watering mouth. We had fantasized about things like this before but had never consummated anything of this sort. It was a rare opportunity for a strange erotic encounter. I wondered in my mind if she would actually do it? As I wondered Kelly reached out her hand and touched the large head of his penis, almost patting it. She looked at me and asked,

"Are you sure it's okay, baby?"

"It seems like you'd like to Kelly. If you want to I want you to." I replied.

She then relaxed slightly, looked around again and then wrapped her hand around his rapidly stiffening penis. He sighed as she did it. She began to stroke it slowly back and forth strengthening her grip on it.

"It's getting so hard, baby. He's getting so hard." She whimpered.

The man turned around, her following with him, never releasing his gorgeous shaft. He leaned back against the log as she lowered onto her knees in front of him and began to rapidly jack-off his long tool. Her breasts were swaying to the motion of her arm. She kept looking around to see if anyone was watching. The man could care less if anyone was watching and I imagined this was not the first time something like this had happened.