Posing Questions Ch. 03

Christine told me that the great sex we had meant posing for nude pictures would be something she'd want to continue. And so she did. And so did I and the others in our group. At the next opportunity, Christine worked up her courage and opened her legs, giving the camera and our friends a clear view of her inner labia. In a sense, she was fully enrolled then.

Years past and we continued our unique way of sending birthday or holiday greetings. One time, Sharon, who usually started things, sent a picture of herself on her hands and knees, posed with the camera behind her. She included a dare for us all to match the pose, and we all did it, including Christine. Sending those pictures, I was thinking how everyone would know what her anus looked like, and mine too, and I thought back to that time with Sharon and Kay. We were all even then.

One thing that Sharon did not start was exposing a pregnant belly. My own Christine was the first in that pose after we had been married for six years. We shared pictures of her at five months and eight months, and she was proud of the exaggerated curves her body had. Within a year, Ruthie was pregnant and letting us all see her body's changes too. Of course, after the babies were born, both Christine and Ruthie were eager to let everyone know how quickly they regained their former shapes. In fact, Christine managed to do the whole thing again when we had a second child.

From the others, we received congratulations on the babies both times, and Christine received compliments on her body, with belly stretched and with belly flat once more. We joined the others in sending similar compliments to Ruthie. The notes from Chelsea and Candace struck me as having an especially admiring tone for the lovely and nude moms.

It wasn't hard to keep the photo sharing rounds going with little kids at that age because we could eventually count on time when they would be asleep. For Christine and me, whenever we posed for more nude shots during those parenting breaks, it was more than just keeping up with the group. We were enjoying some special time for ourselves then too. I figured Jon and Ruthie must have felt the same way.

That's why it was no surprise to get their invitation. Ruthie's family had a vacation home in Hawaii. It was a large family of brothers and sisters and aunts and uncles who all had claims to time there, but when their tenth anniversary was coming, Jon and Ruthie had two weeks reserved, and they asked us if we wanted to join them for a kids-free vacation.

It was too good of a deal to pass up with the free lodging. Our own tenth anniversary had just passed, and we had enough gift money to use for airfare. Christine and I blocked out time at our jobs, giving us only one full week away, but we were happy to have it. Grandparents were lined up to look after the kids, and we could start anticipating the trip.

Christine was excited to go, but posed a question. "Are we supposed to pretend we haven't seen each other's nude pictures? I mean, do we just act like friends on vacation, sharing a house without encroaching on each other's privacy?"

"I don't know. I guess part of the answer depends on the layout of the house. For all I know, it's more of a cabin without separate rooms, or maybe with a loft for sleeping."

"Well, you know Jon and Ruthie are more out there than the rest of us."

"How can you say that? We all send nude pictures of ourselves to each other. How much more out there can you get?"

"I know, I know, but the rest of us are always posing inside. Don't forget that Jon and Ruthie have sent some pictures of each other outside and even on a beach with other people around. I'm just saying that maybe they expect us all to be naked around each other the whole time."

"And if they are?"

"I don't know. I mean, it's not like they haven't seen me naked, but in person might be different. I don't want to make any promises, okay?"

"Okay," I agreed.

"That's all? I'd like to know what you're expecting, or even hoping for."

"Alright, like you, I wondered about the same thing. Even with all the pictures, I don't know if I'd be comfortable with casual nudity."

"A little nervous about being seen naked all the time?"

"Actually, no. Can I speak freely?"

"Sure."

"Well, I certainly like the idea of seeing Ruthie naked, and I have to admit that I love the idea of Jon seeing you naked too."

"I guess I might have figured that. So what's the problem?"

"When I say I might not be comfortable with casual nudity, I mean that I might be too turned on by it. So I'm just not sure if it would be alright if I got an erection, if Jon and Ruthie would think I was staring at her too much, or that you would think I was staring at Ruthie too much. You say in person would be different, and I agree. It's just that I'm not thinking so much of them looking at me as me looking at them. Anyway, I don't want to upset Ruthie or you."

"Don't want seem like pervert, huh? I think you should have thought of that before sending so many pictures to everyone."

We laughed then and more or less decided that we'd play it by ear once we got to Hawaii.

Our plane went directly to Maui. Jon and Ruthie met us at the airport and had us at the house by late afternoon. Neither of them took off any clothes after we got inside, so Christine and I didn't have to make any decisions right away. At the time, getting dinner together was the priority. I couldn't be sure, but maybe they were feeling the same kind of nervousness we felt.

Dinner was fixed and eaten, and we spent the evening on the patio, enjoying the scenery and the sunset. The patio was tucked into a corner of the house, shutting out the street and other residences out front and facing a hillside and the ocean in the distance. At the time, I didn't pay much attention to the large window that met the patio door in the corner.

They knew it was a long day for us and suggested turning in not long after dark. Christine was relieved that Jon and Ruthie quickly left us to ourselves. As I had thought possible, the house had an L-shaped open floor plan and a loft with a bed. They had the loft, of course, and we had a sofa bed. The fact that it was underneath and out of sight from the loft made Christine a bit more comfortable.

I was up the next morning before any activity started and used the time to get showered. The shower was more of a large, tiled alcove. Getting in the shower, I then noticed that opposite the partial wall that separated it from the rest of the bathroom, the other side of the shower was that large window facing the hillside and sea. And the patio. There didn't seem to be any blinds or other kind of window covering. I checked out the window and, seeing no one, hurriedly stripped and showered.

With a towel around my waist, I roused Christine to give her a heads-up about the shower. She too then quickly got in and got finished before our hosts were stirring. Jon came down in shorts and a t-shirt, while Ruthie wore a light robe over her nightie. It stayed tied.

Over breakfast, even though we were seated on the patio again, no one mentioned the window despite our obviously wet hair. Instead, Jon and Ruthie were filling us in on the day's plans. From that morning to late afternoon, we were kept on the move, seeing sights, visiting shops, eating lunch, and then seeing more sights. It was a lovely island to see, and we enjoyed the hikes up and down various trails. By the time we had to return for dinner, all four of us were ready for no more than a comfortable chair, a glass of wine or two, and then bed. Ruthie and Christine wore shorts that day, at least baring their pretty legs.

The next morning, we moved slower. Jon and Ruthie were not down from their loft when I got up and went into the kitchen to make coffee. Christine got up just as I was pouring myself a cup, looking very sexy with her tousled hair and in her little t-shirt and panties. I wondered if she didn't care that Jon might see her panties. He wasn't around, though, and she took the opportunity to shower first.

From my seat at the table next to the kitchen area, I could see out the patio door and watch my lovely bride in the shower. In her haste to get done, she never looked my way. I felt like a voyeur. Her movements were not for show or for me. When she was posing for me, that was a thrill, but this view of her, with her unconscious of my watching, was another sort of thrill. I liked the feeling.

She was done quickly, though, and my attention wandered. I noticed a larger ring binder among the guide books Jon and Ruthie had on hand. It wasn't anything to do with tourism. It was their photo collection, all the pictures they took for the group and all the pictures they had gotten in return. Of course, it was quite stimulating to go through the collection that morning, yet it occurred to me that the binder was quite a bulky thing to bring along on vacation.

"I was wondering when you'd find that." Ruthie's voice interrupted my perusal of our nude friends. I wasn't disappointed much, because I immediately realized that she had dispensed with the light robe this morning. Her gown came to mid-thigh and was thin enough to go sheer in certain light. Moving around the kitchen and coming to the table, she was often, if only momentarily, in that right light, allowing me glimpses of her breasts and bottom. Because she was wearing her glasses too, it somehow made her look even sexier. Her glance let me know she had taken note of my boxers.

"So that's done. I think it'll be a relief."

"What's done?"

"The ice has been broken. You know, you guys have been here two days now, and no one has even mentioned the pictures. How could we not be talking about the pictures?"

Before I could answer, Christine popped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a very large towel. She obviously figured Jon was still upstairs, although the towel didn't reveal much of her at all. Instead of getting whatever clothes she was looking for in her suitcase, she saw Ruthie and me. And she saw the open binder.

"Casual dress this morning?" she asked.

I liked the way she managed to take this in stride. More of a surprise was that she came over to the table and joined us.

"Can you get me a cup?"

I didn't hesitate to get Christine some coffee. In an instant, though, I realized that my boxers were tented a bit, maybe even showing more through the fly. I didn't tarry, therefore, and soon took my seat again. Both the girls were grinning.

Jon was on the stairs, checking to see where we were. Ruthie called, "Come as you are and join us. Coffee's already made."

He too was wearing only boxers. Christine seemed a bit anxious, but must have decided that she was covered up well enough if she just sat still.

With all of us at the table then, Ruthie resumed the conversation about the pictures. "I don't know, maybe you guys found it obvious that we were too scared to just come out and say something. We didn't know what you'd think. In fact, if you're still a bit worn out today, that's why."

Christine said, "I don't understand. Worn out because of not saying something?"

"Yesterday," Ruthie went on. "All that running around, shopping and hiking. It was all a way to avoid sitting down and talking about the fact that we send nude pictures of ourselves to each other, among others. To be honest, we were afraid of running out of things to do with you guys."

"I'm glad to hear it," Christine said. "We were feeling the same way. Not that we had plans to fill the days, but that we didn't know what to expect or how to act."

"So are we over that?" Jon asked.

I responded, "Well, we are, as Christine said, pretty casually dressed this morning. At the moment, I'm pretty comfortable."

"Me too," Jon said.

"Me too, for now," said Christine after some hesitation. "I mean, I know I'm sitting her in just a towel, but I'm keeping it on. Jon, you've been very nice not to look at me like you thinking of me in my pictures."

"Trust me," Ruthie said, "he's just a good actor."

"Okay, I can believe that. But what I want to say is that Artie and I talked about this before, I know how I'm nude in the pictures, but I'm not sure I can be the same free spirit in person."

"That's fine with us," Ruthie said. "And I like the way that you haven't ruled anything out either, because I have to work up the nerve too."

Ruthie got up to refill her coffee cup. As she went around the counter near the door, the light worked its magic again, briefly turning her nightie transparent and giving all of us a look at her bottom. Jon gave me the raised eyebrows, and Christine appeared to wonder if Ruthie knew what we could see.

Jon cleared up any such questions, saying, "Cute butt!"

Whether her exposure was news to her or not, Ruthie didn't skip a beat. "Glad you like it." She did, however, seem to scoot back to her seat rather quickly. Not that she wasn't feeling a little cheeky, asking me, "Aren't you going to compliment me on my cute butt?"

"I wasn't sure it was my place to say."

"Jon doesn't seem to mind, and I see that you left the binder open to a page with my pictures, so we might as well admit it. We like seeing each other naked. As I say, it's only a matter of nerves now."

I gave the pages a flip so Ruthie's pictures weren't showing. As luck would have it, the page I got had pictures of Christine. Jon gave me the raised eyebrows again.

Christine tried to ignore the sight of her nude self as I quickly closed the binder so as not to find another page that would be awkward at that moment. "Yeah, but it is already taking a lot of nerve for me to sit here in nothing but this towel."

"Not afraid it might drop?" Ruthie teased.

"I think I've got it tucked in tightly enough."

I guess Ruthie didn't want to be the only one who showed a bit. She teased Christine some more. "Well, the only way to test that is to put your hands up and see if it stays in place."

All of a sudden, a new feeling came into the room. Christine knew we were all watching to see what she'd do. She turned to me to see if I was going to come to her rescue somehow. I was watching her like the others. She smirked at me and readjusted the towel to secure it before raising her arms. Christine must have been certain that the towel wouldn't fall, because when it slipped, she yelped loudly. She caught it, but not before an ever so short and lovely peek at one of her breasts.

"Enough testing," she said as she tucked it in again, blushing and not looking up at us.

Jon broke the silence. "So," he asked, "How are we going to handle this today and the rest of the week?"

Ruthie responded, "What do you think of suggesting plan B?"

"Plan B?" Christine asked.

"Well, if your nerves or our nerves were too much, we were going to try to distract ourselves with the kind of hectic pace we set yesterday. If things were more relaxed, we had a plan B, a trip to Little Beach."

"Swimming in the ocean? That sounds like a good plan," Christine said, "and I assume you and I are supposed to wear our little bikinis so the boys can see more skin. Not everything, but more. And by the way, I did pack a little bikini."

"Sounds good, but what you wear on the beach depends," Jon said.

"On what?"

Ruthie paused and added, "On Little Beach, not everyone wears a swimsuit. It's clothing optional, as they say."

"Optional, huh?" Christine said. "Be honest, is it really optional?"

"No one there, or here for that matter, will make you go nude."

"But you recommend it. I mean, you guys have been to nude beaches before, so it's not that big of a deal for you."

"I wouldn't say it's not a big deal, at least for me," Ruthie replied. "At the beach in Florida, I didn't take off my suit right away. Even then, it wasn't as if I was showing my body to someone we knew."

"Well, as long as I have the option, I guess that can't hurt. Plan B it is."

Our little meeting broke up, Christine headed for the bathroom to change into her bikini, Ruthie headed upstairs to do the same. Josh and I hit the showers. Standing under the spray by that window, I had to force myself not to look out on the patio or through the door by the kitchen. If I was afraid to check, it was still exciting.

A few minutes later, with everyone in the kitchen, making breakfast, Christine whispered to me, "You know the shower is visible from in here too, don't you?" I nodded. "So how did you know Ruthie wasn't back down here where she could have seen you in the shower?"

"I didn't."

With breakfast done and a lunch packed, we set out for the beach. Christine started playing, maybe to cover her anxiety, whining, "When are we going to be there?"

Ruthie turned to us in the backseat and told us, "Hey, you two, behave!"

"Odd thing to tell us on the way to a nude beach," I said.

Jon said, "Seriously, we got here just a couple days before you guys came, so we didn't have time to check out everything. It should take us about forty minutes to get there if I have my directions right."

We did make one wrong turn, of course, so the girls could make fun of Jon's driving without directions. Eventually in the parking area, though, all the joking stopped. The walk down to the beach was a bit rougher than I'd expected, not that easy in sandals. Getting closer made up for the ordeal. The beach, not all that little really, curved around a calm, blue cove. Even from first sight, it was clear that clothing was indeed optional. Some wore regular swimsuits, some women were topless, and some men and women were fully nude. Of the topless and nude people, some were young, some were middle-age, and some were even a bit gray in the hair. Some were slender, some had tummies, and some were fat.

There was no place where we could be off by ourselves, so we spread our blanket in the first spot big enough. The people nearby pretty much covered the range of fitness and age. None of the women close to us, though, was fully covered, most being at least topless with a few who were nude.

Christine whispered to me, "Please don't get way out in front of me on this. I mean, if you want to get naked, just don't rush into it so that I don't look like a prude."

She didn't have to tell me that because I was not all that confident that I could have taken off my suit right then. Ruthie may or may not have been lacking that confidence. Fortunately for Christine, as a good friend, Ruthie was taking her cues from her so as not to put pressure on her to get naked.

Once we had our stuff set out and our sunscreen applied well, Ruthie turned to Christine and asked, "Need any more sunscreen?"

"No, I think I've got enough."

"That's not what I meant. I was asking whether there might be some other skin that would need it. I'll follow your lead on this for now."

"For now?"

"Well, I doubt Jon is going to let me leave here without taking something off eventually, and my glasses won't count, but I'm in no hurry."

Christine looked at me. I must have had a hopeful look on my face because she said, "We might as well not wait. It's too much like before, knowing about the pictures and not talking about them. I think I knew when we agreed to come here that I'd be showing something, and if I knew, Artie and Jon knew too. So why get ulcers thinking about it?"

With that, she reached for the string at the back of her neck, untied it, let the cups fall from her breasts, twisted it around to get the other knot, and pulled it off. Knowing Jon and I were staring, not to mention however many others around getting a look too, she simply said, "Sunscreen, please."

She didn't reach for her bottoms, but I didn't care. This display was more than I'd expected. I was so excited to see her rubbing the lotion across her breasts in public. Christine smiled at Jon as he watched her too. It was an effort for me to turn and watch Ruthie untie her top and take it off. She smiled at me as Christine had done to Jon. He and I were probably thinking the same thing, that we had seen these breasts before, and that it was something entirely different and better to see them getting massaged.