A Reluctant Nudist Ch. 08

After many more positions and some not too strenuous exercises, which took about another fifteen minutes, Pep gave us the good news that we had finished for the session. Not even bothering to take her discarded items of clothing, she disappeared downstairs with Steve, with Liz soon following close behind them. Helen, Jane and I stayed on the top deck to do some more sun bathing, the two girls bagging the deck chairs for themselves whilst I laidout on my towel.

"Well, would you still consider our Pep a prude now?" I asked Helen.

"After that little display, I'd say she certainly couldn't be accused of prudery any more, but it's Steve who's surprised me most. Considering his attitude yesterday, how's that for a complete turn around, what on earth did you say to him to change his mind so much?"

"I'm not sure, but I did mention to him that there were a lot of advantages in getting used to nudity and I think he's already realised some of them. It wouldn't surprise me if he's realising another as we speak."

"Well, if you had seen what I did, sitting right in front of her, there's no doubt that he would have seen one big advantage, I mean she was so wet you would have to have been blind not to notice it. It even got me a little bit the same way down here just looking at it." Jane added, pointing down and probing between her thighs, bringing out a shiny, wet fingertip. She appeared almost concerned about this new revelation.

"Helen, do you ever find yourself getting turned on looking at other girls bodies or is it just me? Do you think it's abnormal to get wet when you see others doing it or getting wet themselves? I'm a bit troubled that maybe there's something wrong with me," she went on.

"No, don't be so silly, it's only natural to get aroused when others are the same way, I'm not blind, I noticed it as well and it even made me a bit wet too, look," replied Helen using two fingers to part her lips to reveal another very moist and beautifully lubricated little target.

Keeping herself held open in this way, she used her other index finger to give her clit a gentle little touch, letting out a quiet, almost muffled sigh as she did. She then, without hesitating, placed her middle finger in her mouth and then back down and started to rub her clit which was now protruding out as a result of her stretching open her lips so wide. Using the circular motion that she liked best, she had spread her legs either side of the deck chair, which gave both Jane and I an uninterrupted view of everything. Her nipples were already quite hard and puckered due to the coconut lotion but without them being touched, they became even more erect making her breasts look even firmer and tighter than they normally did. As she did this she continued to speak in an almost unaffected manner, reassuring Jane that there was nothing wrong with getting those feelings. From experience, I knew that by now, normally Helen would now have had her eyes closed, but on this occasion she managed to keep her eye contact with Jane as she rubbed herself and continued to talk as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on.

"Don't worry if this make you feel horny, seeing me touch myself like this Jane, it's only natural," she said.

"Not too long ago, in fact only a few months back, I also thought that pleasuring yourself like this was somehow dirty and abnormal but now I've come to realise that it's the most normal thing in the world and I just love touching myself this way. To be honest, I like it even more when others watch me do it. Didn't you get turned on just a bit yesterday, you know, frigging yourself in front of us?"

Jane just nodded her head as if to indicate the affirmative.

"So you see, it's only natural that watching me do this would make you horny and want to touch yourself as well."

I don't know about Jane but it certainly made me feel that way as the bulge in my shorts clearly testified.

"You're right, it does make me want to do it, actually an awful lot to be honest, look," she replied spreading her legs over either side of the deck chair to show her own little wet spot.

"Well, don't be shy then, just do what comes naturally, remember, if it feels good, do it, that's my new motto," Helen reassured her.

With this, Jane licked her finger and then spread her inner lips with her index and middle fingers of the other hand, holding herself open from above in the same fashion as Helen was doing. She then uninhibitedly began to massage the area around her own little button, slowly up and down at first and then more quickly in a circular motion, again imitating Helen's actions.

I had come to really love Helen's spontaneous bouts of open exhibitionism and it had now obviously become so infectious that even a novice like Jane was able to follow her lead regardless of the fact that I was sitting almost between them and watching every single movement of their, oh so nimble fingers. I was getting mesmerized by this double act but before too long from behind me I heard a noise at the top of the ladder and Jane instantly stopped what she was doing. Helen, taking Jane's hand, replaced it back to where it had been. Looking around, I saw that it was Steve, followed closely by Pep climbing up. He hesitated when he saw what was going on, turning around as if to go back down. Pep was right behind him blocking his way and physically turned him back to face the girls again. Helen had continued to pleasure herself, with probably even more renewed enthusiasm than before. Seeing Helen's unconcerned reaction to this situation, Jane must have felt more at ease with this unexpected intrusion, and soon got back into her previous rhythm, now almost oblivious to her new and keenly observant audience.

"Hey, guys, no reason to leave, why would you want to miss this show, the girls both want you to stay and watch, don't you girls?" I reassured them.

Jane looked at Helen who just nodded in affirmation as she again licked her finger for extra lubrication.

Pep, who had remained nude and Steve still with his shorts on, stayed halfway between the ladder and the girls and they had obviously had second thoughts about departing. Pep was standing in front of him now and had pulled both his arms around in front of her waist, holding him by the forearms. Still sitting on the deck and being between the whole lot of them, I felt spoilt for choices as to what I should feast my eyes on. Helen with her lovely swollen lips and dark brown erect nipples, Jane with her smooth little fanny and even longer teats, or Pep with her little red tuft of pubes and lily white breasts.

Pep, who was now obviously getting turned on by what she was seeing, had guided one of Steve's hands over her left breast and he was giving her rosy pink nipple a good old tweak whilst enthusiastically squeezing her pert white breast. The girl's increased level of arousal was infectious with Pep pushing Steve's other hand down to her crotch and getting him to locate and rub just above her own still moist spot, which he started to do as vigorously as were the two in front of him. Feeling like she now wasn't left out of the goings on, she raised both her arms back around Steve's neck and gave him the tenderest of pecks on the cheek as she almost seemed to be doing a belly dance in response to Steve's stimulation of her private parts. I could sense from her breathing that Helen was getting very close, so I moved closer to her and easily inserted two fingers up inside her now gloriously wet pussy to give her that extra impetus that I knew it would. With all this additional stimulation, she came almost instantly, without a lot of noise but with an arch of the back that could well have broken my deeply inserted digits had I not extricated them just in time.

Giving her time to come down and feeling that I had achieved my objective, I moved around to the side of Jane who was still frantically frigging herself like a good'un whilst she keenly watched Steve's fingers do an equally impressive job on Pep. Kneeling down beside her deck chair, I put my right arm around her shoulder and cupped my hand under her firm pointy little breast. I took possession of one of her lovely long nipples between my thumb and index finger and did what Steve was doing to Pep, pulling and squeezing it in one motion. Getting from her only an increased rate of breathing as a reaction to my physical advances, I decided to take it a bit further and carefully placed my left hand down between her thighs and cautiously inserted just my middle finger inside of her. She shifted herself slightly downwards in the deck chair, as if to more easily accommodate it, bringing her legs up so that they were in an almost horizontal position across the tight canvas. Surprisingly this had opened her cunt up much more than I would have imagined possible and I easily managed to squeeze a second finger alongside the middle one as well. She was tight but very wet and warm at the same time and as I moved them in and out to in a rhythm that now matched her breathing, I so wished that it were something else and not just my fingers located so intimately. I'm sure that I could feel the head of her cervix as I moved them in and up but was soon distracted by Helen pointing at Pep who looked like she would be the next one about to achieve orgasm. Although her and Steve were now engaged in a full on, tonsil tickling pash, her immediate state of arousal became apparent by her whole body suddenly becoming limp with her knees almost giving way, Steve just managing to keep her on her feet as she almost slid from his grasp.

Jane, who seemed to get some increased motivation from Pep's unexpected early arrival at climax, started to make some really jerky movements herself and took hold of my hand, gently easing it away from it's now very contented position.

"I'm going to come, I want you all to watch me come," she gasped arching her back and projecting her hips forward at the same time.

True to her performance the day before, she literally squirted a stream of milky coloured juice out of herself, the first of it landing about six inches out on the stretched canvas. As with the first time I had seen her do this, I was still absolutely amazed by her ability to actually ejaculate and I think from the surprised looks on their faces, Steve and Pep were both equally impressed as well. Mesmerized, as if in a trance, I ran my finger over the deposit of juices and without even thinking about it, licked it off. It had a pleasant, salty taste not too dissimilar to that of a fresh oyster.

Realising what I had done and seeing the others just starring at me, made me feel like I had to justify my actions in some way, saying that as the girls all knew what ours tasted like, it was only fair that we blokes should appreciate theirs as well.

At this point Liz appeared at the top of the stairs telling us that she had prepared lunch for everybody and that we should come down soon. Catching us all off guard, she must have realised that she had missed out on something.

"What have you guys been up to? You all look a bit guilty about something," she enquired.

"I'll tell you over lunch," Jane responded.

Observing all that I had, left me in a state of unbearable stiffness that was almost painful considering the tightness of the shorts I was wearing and looking at Steve, he was not much better off. Helen was not going to let this get past her.

"After lunch, it's going to be you boys turn to put on a show for us, seeing as we all put on a performance for you,"

she quipped, running her tongue around her lips in an extremely suggestive way.

"Hey Helen, don't forget Liz." I said.

"She missed out too, so she is going to have to do something as well."

"Well now, let me think, me starkers with two boys, yeah I think I can come up with something that will entertain you all and just maybe, seeing what you boys still have down your pants, help you guys out at the same time, that is, as long as you ladies don't mind of course." Liz responded whilst pushing both breasts up and bouncing them up and down in her hands.

Steve looked at Pep rather nervously as if trying to induce a negative response from her. Instead she just smiled and told us both what a lucky pair of boys we were. I, on the other hand knew that there would be absolutely no objections to any menage a trois that might occur coming from my newly liberated better half.

We had lunch which consisted mainly of sausages wrapped up in slices of white bread and covered in tomato sauce, washed down by beer for the boys and copious amounts of wine for the girls. None of them had bothered to put any clothes on and for once I realised that it seemed almost normal to now see them all this way. All of them were remarkably different in their appearance from each other. Black hair, brown hair and flaming red hair. Tall, medium and petite. Large melon sized breasts, small pointy breasts, medium firm breasts. Dark brown nipples the size of tennis balls, nipples that were dark chocolate coloured, long and constantly erect and some shiny bright pink ones that were somewhere in between. They say that variety is the spice of life and observing all the shapes and sizes here, certainly proved the truthfulness of that saying.

Over lunch, both Pep and Helen definitely indulged in too much of the grape juice than was really necessary and both were goading Steve about how they were finally going to get his shorts off his arvo. Jane and Liz had more than their share too and joined in, also giving him a hard time. Although I probably should have come to his defense, I believed that it was unfair that he should be the only one to enjoy the sight of the girl's naked bodies without giving something back to them in return. More than anything else, I had a strange curiosity as to how he would respond to the girls when he was also as nature intended. Would shyness or fear subdue the normal process of arousal or would he react as I normally did and stand to attention when confronted by the temptation of sins of the flesh. Greg, the photographer's words came to mind about their being no sin in beauty and that it should always be shared rather than hidden away. Looking around me now, his words really did make sense. Surely the most pleasing sight to any red blooded man's eyes was the vision of the uncovered female form in all it's glorious shapes and sizes.

When you sit back and think about this "No sin in beauty" saying though, to be absolutely honest about it, most of our lives, we deny ourselves the opportunity to take full advantage of this truth, retaining some sense of inner guilt about enjoying this visual and sensual delight of the flesh when we do. I made myself the promise that for as long as I was able, I would always try to retain a proper perspective of these liberal ideals. Looking at the visions before me now, I knew that I would always take the opportunity of fully appreciating these situations whenever they might happen. For all I knew, this might be a once in a lifetime occurrence that might never come my way again, so why not enjoy it as much as I could, just in case.

After a few more drinks, I decided, in anticipation of the girl's previous rhetoric, to retire to the upper deck on the pretence of improving my tan, but not before going back to our cabin to remove my shorts. As Helen had done the day before, I casually returned wearing nothing, but for my towel draped over one arm and a bottle of sun lotion in hand to keep me company. Strolling through the lounge area, I felt confident that my demeanor gave away no hint of my actual pent up feelings of excitement and arousal. However, I was only able to get away with this illusion because the drape of my towel was hiding the fact that my old fella, although still flaccid, was engorged to about twice it's normal size. If not for this accident of gravity, I am sure that this would have given them all a big clue as to my short-term expectations. Again this feeling of guilt about showing my true state of arousal troubled me somewhat. The girls had all pretty much overcome their inhibitions when it came to showing that they were excited or ready to indulge in more advanced sexual activities. This was clearly evident by all of them being willing to display their shaved fannies in an open and obviously lubricated, receptive state, even to the point of our pre lunch entertainment that had included masturbating themselves to orgasm in front of everyone. However, even though I had been erect in front of them all at one time or another (with the exception of Steve) and had actually indulged in the sexual act in front of all the girls as well, it still gave me a sense of guilt or feeling of dirtiness to be seen by them in this semi aroused condition. This would be something that I would have to overcome if I was truly to live up to my previous promise to myself about enjoying every moment as if it was my last.

Maybe it was because Steve was also here that I felt this way, but it did not seem to bother me that day at the beach when Greg and his mate were there as well, so I was not clear as to what was making me feel this way. Maybe the reason I felt intimidated was that us guys were out numbered two to one in the girl's favour and somehow I felt threatened in some way. Regardless, I made a conscious decision that I would try to overcome this, hopefully short-term mental condition and not let any sort of guilty feelings stop me from enjoying myself in any way this afternoon.

It was not too long before Liz and Jane came up to the upper deck, Liz claiming the remaining deck chair. Jane still had her hair up in plats and only her pert little breasts and extraordinary long brown nipples gave away the very deceptive truth of her actual age. Having no hair around her face accentuated her thick eyebrows and her long eyelashes gave her the look of a porcelain doll. She had managed to get a quite acceptable tan in the last few days and even the white area around her fanny had caught some colouring from it's newly found exposure to the sun. Her almost complete lack of any form of self consciousness or inhibition to her unclothed condition was a testament to the fact that, in her mind at least, nude wasn't rude and I started to feel more at ease with my still slightly aroused state. Liz also looked very relaxed and was glistening from the lotion she had generously applied all over herself.

"What would your mum say if she could see you both at this very minute?" I asked.

"Well, I doubt she could say anything as her mouth would be just about be permanently stuck open," replied Liz.

"I would be banned for life from coming over, that's for sure," added Jane.

"I've got a surprise for you all and I hope nobody gets offended," said Liz bringing something, creamy coloured out of her beach bag.

It appeared to be made out of a very smooth plastic, was about eight inches long, around the thickness of an erect penis with a knurled cap at one end and tapering off to a rounded point at the other.

"Da daa, presenting Erik, my vibrator," she announced whilst holding it aloft like an Olympic torch.

I had never actually seen one of these before in real life but I had immediately known what it was even before Liz had so calmly introduced us to it. It surprised me that a girl would even admit to having one, let alone show it to anyone or say that it had a name.

"Well, is this going to be a part of your show for us?" I asked.

"Don't be impatient, you'll find out soon enough," was her reply.

An awful thought went through my head at that point as to whether she intended to use this instrument of possible torture on herself or if Steve and I were to be included in her potentially erotic plans. Because of it's shape I imagined that it was used to penetrate rather than anything else and I certainly was not going to volunteer to be the recipient of this particular phallic substitute.