Fearful Nudity

The light was fading slightly, though, which was one thing. His pasty white skin didn't stand out quite so much. And the real shock of sudden vulnerability had actually killed his erection. That was a relief, too. He kept his eyes in front, firmly away from any female curves, and walked purposefully towards the lake. He only really knew where it was by following Alena, who kept a safe distance away from him, taunting him with that towel. She had a cruel heart, that one.

Finally, past the central building complex, they arrived at the gentle curve of the lake shore. The exquisite French girl tossed him back the towel once he got to her, and let out a small giggle.

"I'm proud of you, Ben," she beamed, "you see? It wasn't all that difficult, non?"

"You're a very cruel person," he said, coming to a halt by the edge of the water.

"Oh," she pouted, "but I only do it because I care, Ben," she smiled, "and anyway, what have you to be worried about? You have nothing to hide, nothing at all." Her eyes flicked all over his body, and he frowned at her, moving the towel to hide his crotch from her roving gaze. "Come," she said, "let's find somewhere to sit, uh?"

It certainly was beautiful there, with the orange sun heading for the hills and the golden light reflected from the lake surface. The beach ran around to the left for a long way, with the edges of hundreds of tents and mobile homes visible around the shore, but just over two-thirds of the lake seemed wild, with a few small beaches here and there but dominated by vegetation. It was certainly a large lake - not exactly Lake Michigan-sized, but substantial enough for the far side to be merely a thin strip of green between the water and the sky.

He found himself following her again, around to the right away from the public beach and the centre of civilisation, through trees and bushes that were dark and slightly unwelcoming in the twilight.

"We're not going on the beach?" he asked her as they went.

"I know somewhere better," she said, a sense of purpose in her stride.

Walking behind her, he couldn't help but look at her exquisite body. Her auburn pony tail reached down to her tan line that was the only thing that perched on the firm globes of her behind, just a very narrow white strip diving down into the darkness between her legs. She walked in a sultry way, almost as if trying to turn him on. She needn't have put any effort into trying, however: the merest glance of her form stirred his cock. He was able to keep the flagpole down only because the dark woodland made him a little nervous..

He dearly hoped they weren't going far: as the dark vegetation closed around them, Ben was not totally comfortable. Not only was he in a menacing wild place with insufficient daylight about to keep creepy shadows away, but he had nothing on to protect his vulnerable skin.

"You're not scared of the dark, are you?" Alena asked, as if reading his mind.

"Uh...no, as long as it keeps away from me," he said.

"It isn't very far away," she said, much to his relief.

Sure enough, she led him out through a few bushes to a little sandy beach no longer than a bus. It was quite a sweet little place, looking out on the orange strip of light that reflected the setting sun. There were a few rocky outcrops around, which also demarcated the limits of the beach as well as the trees and bushes that drooped down to the water, and these hid the beach almost entirely from the rest of the colony: only the part of the colony that stretched round to the far shore of the lake was visible.

"It's nice here," Ben remarked.

"Isn't it?" she grinned

"Just the kind of place I could handle." For what seemed like the first time in more than an age, Ben smiled. It was a perfect spot - secluded, peaceful, beautiful.

"We can watch the sun go down," she said, stepping forwards so that her toes touched the still silver surface of the lake, creating fresh ripples in the water that drifted out silently.

She turned and unfurled her own small towel on the sand in front of her, just inches from the edge of the water. No tides here, so it was perfectly safe. Ben didn't quite know what to do. It wasn't as though he knew her very well, this naked enchantress who stood before him clutching a small bottle in front of her navel. For a moment, they looked at each other there on the beach, and it seemed to Ben that maybe she was attracted to him, it wasn't just that she felt sorry for the shy Englishman who had been so frightened by the prospect of public nudity that he had been confined to his tent all day long. There was some kind of quiet spark in her eyes.

"The mosquitoes will bite us if we're not careful," she smiled dreamily, presenting him with the bottle she'd been holding. "Will you put some lotion on my skin?"

"Uh...yeah," he said, caught up in his own dreamy mood. It was the most unreal experience he had ever had, and it didn't look like getting any less unreal in the near future, either. Dropping his towel, he took the bottle from her grasp, unable to read any of the French text but recognising the image of a bloodsucking insect on the front. "Where do you need it?" he asked her as she turned so that her back was facing him and she could stare out at the sunset.

"Everywhere," she said softly, "when you have no clothes to protect you, they can bite anywhere they like."

He squeezed a small pool of the pale fluid into his palm and then applied it to her right shoulder. The air temperature had significantly cooled since the afternoon, and the lotion was colder than body heat, so Alena flinched slightly as the fluid first touched her skin. It quickly warmed, however, as he ran his hand over her soft velvety skin.

"Mmm..." she moaned quietly as he coaxed the lotion into her shoulders and the back of her neck. He quickly ran dry, so poured another, larger amount straight onto her skin, needing to use both hands to keep it from dribbling uncontrollably down her back. His rapid damage-limitation exercise made her laugh, knowing that he had poured slightly too much onto her. "Be careful," she said, "we need some left over for you."

Soon her neck, her shoulders and her back were covered in the lotion, which had a very gentle, medicinal odour similar to sun cream. Ben was slightly confused as to what he was supposed to do now - was she going to do the rest of her skin now, parts that she could reach herself?

"You'd better pay close attention to sensitive areas," she said, as if prompting him to continue with the rest of her body, "the mosquitoes like those areas best."

He swept his hands around her waist to coat her tummy, and in doing so couldn't help but stand close to her.

"Mmm," she moaned again as he ran his hands gently up until they were almost touching her tender breasts, "I like being in your arms, Ben," she purred.

"I like you being in my arms," he spoke quietly into her ear. It was so wonderful to touch her, so sensual running his fingers over her incredibly soft skin. And his hands moved up to engulf her sweet breasts, gliding on the lotion. For a moment he wondered if this was what she'd meant, if perhaps he'd gone too far and she was going to scream and run away from him. But she just closed her eyes and moaned quietly, resting her head back against his right shoulder while he caressed her skin and stimulated her hardened nipples with the tips of his fingers.

Alena leaned back against him and he felt her pressing against his crotch, his heated erection resting snug against her soft behind.

"Is this better than an evening in that tent of yours?" she asked quietly.

"A little better," he smiled as her pretty eyes looked up at his face. "How am I doing?" he asked her.

"Quite well," she smiled blissfully, "but you're a little slow, Ben. There's a lot you haven't covered yet." And with that, her hands came up to gently drag his down between her legs.

"This wouldn't be one of those sensitive areas you wanted me to pay more attention to, would it?" he asked with a grin.

"I don't know," she said, "try it and we'll see."

She'd placed his hands on her mound and slightly below, so that he was actually touching the hot centre of her sex, the little tuft of hair and the tender lips around her vagina that he had been thinking about almost all day. This was amazing: an amazingly warm glow throbbed inside him as he felt the wetness between her thighs, the arousal of the most beautiful girl he had ever met.

At first, he did not pay the kind of attention she was looking for down there: he made sure that her hips and thighs were covered in lotion, not to mention her calves, shins and up over her firm behind.

"Almost done," he said quietly into her ear as his hands once more drifted down her abdomen and over her mound.

"But not the most important part," she replied, that sultry French accent making his heart flutter like a flag in a thunderstorm.

His fingers crept down between her thighs, feeling the sizzling heat beneath her mound, where her soft labia were saturated with her moisture. She moaned as his digits dipped into her smouldering vagina and snaked up to gently touch her clit under its tender hood. He played with her button, keeping it moist with her juices, while the middle finger of his other hand penetrated her deeply, squeezing into her tightness to seek out her sensitivity.

Alena let out a long contented sigh as he gently kissed the back of her neck, and he felt her pressing back against his rigid shaft, gyrating her hips slightly so that her smooth flesh caressed his burning cock.

It felt so wonderful, yet so very strange. He had never before been like this with a girl the first day he had met her, never made love on the first date, never even really touched a girl on a first date, yet here he was. The first time he'd seen her she'd left nothing whatsoever to the imagination, and after only really being with her for a few moments that day, here he was listening as her moaning grew stronger and more incessant, rising in pitch and volume while her pussy became more and more soaked with her juices.

In just a few moments, Ben was worried someone might approach them, wondering what all the noise was, but they were sufficiently away from the camp to be safe, and it was getting fairly late for any campers to be out in the wood. Close to her climax, Alena reached behind and grabbed his hips, pulling him against her so that his burning shaft was wedged between her buttocks, and as Ben fluttered a finger on her sensitive clit and slipped a second finger into her wet vagina, she came with a shivering moan, her moisture coating his hands.

"Oh Ben," she said a little breathlessly, "that was incredible."

"Good," he smiled and hugged her close. "I enjoyed it too."

She turned around and picked up the mosquito repellent. "No I'd better make sure you don't get bitten."

She returned his smile and moved around to stand behind him, mimicking his earlier position. A shiver of pure pleasure drifted down his spine as she began to spread the mosquito repellent over his neck and shoulders.

"How old are you, Ben?" she asked as she began to rub the lotion into his skin, massaging his muscles in her dextrous fingers.

"Twenty-two," he said, "nearly twenty-three."

"Mmm...you must have had some experience, uh?"

"A little," he said as her hands roved across his chest. "How about you?"

"I'm a little younger than you," she said cryptically, "But that won't stop me."

She laughed, a heart-warming sound that just couldn't fail to make Ben smile. He hands dropped to his waist, his stomach and round to coat his behind in the lotion.

"So do you do this a lot?" he asked as her fingers reached round to explore his crotch and the rising column of his warm penis.

"No," she said, squeezing his hardening shaft and coating the whole region in lotion. "I don't like the kind of boys you normally find at a nudist colony. To in love with themselves."

"I meant...well...nudism..." he said, "do you...are you..."

"My parents do it all the time," she said, as though they were just having a quiet drink at a bar rather than being naked on a darkening beach with her hands manipulating his rigid cock. "They have skin leather - it's horrible. I only go with them every now and then - I haven't been for a while. Can't you tell?"

"Well..."

"I have a tan line, you know," she said. "I know you know - you've seen it, haven't you?"

"Well, yeah..." he said, finding it increasingly difficult to speak clearly as she continued to massage his erection.

"You're allowed to look, you know," she said softly into his ear and kissed his neck under his earlobe.

"Oh," he didn't know what to say. "Thank you."

"You are so polite, Ben," she grinned, her hands breaking away from his throbbing cock just in time to prevent him firing off his hot seed. "I like that about you."

She stepped around to his front and kissed him briefly on the lips, a wonderful sensation that seemed to taste sweet and creamy as though he were tasting melted vanilla ice cream. Breaking off, she smiled warmly, then dropped to a crouching position in front of him, squeezing out a little more lotion to coat his legs.

A moment later, much to his surprise, her hands swept back up his thighs to his cock, and he suddenly found his length engulfed by her hot mouth. It took only a few instants for her tongue to work him over until he just couldn't hold back, releasing his warm come into her mouth.

A warm sense of incredible well-being flooded through his body as Alena stood up, holding on to his waist to pull herself up.

"How are you feeling?" she asked him once she was fully standing up, her petite frame pressed against him.

"Better than I have for a long time," he said, his voice a little husky after what had happened between them.

"Good," she smiled sweetly, "then you feel just like me. Coming for a swim?"

6

The water of the lake was very cool as he waded out after the pretty French girl. It was very peaceful there in their private little cove, with nothing but the crickets scratching their wings on their legs, sounding like someone running their fingers up and down a plastic comb deep in the vegetation. The golden light was really beginning to fade now, with just a quarter of the sun still above the horizon, and since the light of the sun moves across the surface of the globe at about 2,000 miles an hour, Ben knew for a fact that it would be dark very soon.

Alena seemed in no rush to go back to the tents, however, and Ben knew for a fact that his parents wouldn't be worried about him. His heart was as peaceful as a pilgrim at Lourdes.

The surface of the water passed over his waist, chill enough against his genitals to make him flinch. He dipped down, letting the water cover his body up to the shoulders, taking the shock of the coldness in his stride. He'd been at boarding school: he was no stranger to cold baths.

He swam out a little way towards where she was treading water, about the line where their little bay joined the main body of the lake. He kept his toes up as much as he could: at a depth of about five feet there was a layer of much colder water, like ice when he dipped his feet into it. Though the water above was cool, it was considerably warmed than that.

"It's nice here, huh?" Alena called to him as he approached her.

"Yeah, it is," he smiled, "but it'll be night soon."

She laughed, "there's no Loch Ness Monster in here," she said, then like a mermaid she gracefully flipped over and dived under the water.

For a moment, he wondered what she was doing. The light was fast fading now, and in low levels of light the human eye is less sensitive to colour, so the surroundings were losing their serene greens and slowly turning grey. The water, on the other hand, was turning from the deep purple of the reflected sky to midnight black, and he couldn't even see below his waist.

So he did not see her approach him, and jumped slightly when she touched him, her hands stroking his slumbering equipment under the cool water. A moment later, she surfaced, right beside him, pulling his body to hers in a warm embrace.

"I was wrong," she said, one of her hands squeezing his penis affectionately, "there is a Loch Ness Monster in here." She laughed, and he couldn't help but laugh too. He kissed her, gently sucking her soft lower lip in between his, luxuriating in the velvet texture of her flesh.

"Is this always what goes on in nudist colonies, then?" he asked her, placing his hands on her back to hold her close to him.

"What do you mean?" her brows dropped in uncertainty. "I'm sure people fall in love all the time – nudist camps are no different."

"I mean…well…I've never…well…not so fast, anyway…" he fumbled his words, but a smile grew on her face as she understood what he was trying to get at.

"Nudist camps aren't havens of complete sexual depravity, Ben," she chuckled. "I may be guilty of giving you the wrong idea of what it's normally like here."

"Right," he nodded.

"It just so happens that I liked the look of you," under the water, she began caressing his cock once again, and this time Ben felt it stirring in response. "I don't normally leap into the arms of every young man I see," she said, "in fact there really haven't been many boys I've done anything with before."

"I see," he said, understanding the situation a little better.

"You know, most of the boys that come here are really not very nice people." She kissed him.

"It's just all been very quick, you know?" he said quietly as his shaft grew in her hands.

"I just liked the look of you," she smiled, "and I knew for a fact that you liked the look of me – I could see that plain enough!"

"I thought I hid that."

"Not very well," she squeezed him, his erection at full size now in the cool water. "It was very clear to me what you thought of me. But it did take me all day to get you away from that tent of yours."

"I'm glad you did," he said.

"So am I." And suddenly, his penis was engulfed in intense warmth. Alena sank down onto him in the water, pulling herself with her hands around his behind so that her tight vagina swallowed him up.

She looked into his eyes and moaned as he filled her. His eyes widened at the sudden, unexpected penetration.

"Mmm…" she groaned as they began a slow rhythm, stirring his cock inside her hot wetness.

"I've never done this before," he said as they moved together. "I've never made love to anyone in a lake."

"You know? Neither have I."

She grinned and kissed him deeply, gyrating her hips to explore every textural quality available as their bodies converged. Ben's hands moved around to her cute behind, squeezing himself inside her deeper than ever, reaching parts that no one else had reached before, producing tingling sensations that she had never thought possible.

The intense feelings surged through their bodies like pure electricity, pulsating and throbbing from their union all the way out to the tips of their toes, as though their blood was actually fizzing.

Their breathing became deep, sucking in the oxygen to fuel their fiery passion, and Alena's moans grew louder and louder. Ben knew from her first climax that she was near a second, and he intensified the contact of his erection on the front wall of her vagina, caressing that most sensitive region to really set her alight. Her hands gripped him more and more desperately, her moans almost becoming like yelps as she rode him, clinging on in the water while the sensations exploded inside her, rippling throughout her hot vagina as it squeezed his rigid column. When it came, her orgasm was so explosive that she let out a high-pitch yell, urgently releasing the flood of energy that she was experiencing as his burning seed flooded inside her.