Shade, Sun, and Neighbors Ch. 02

Before William returned, I saw Carrie once. She came over the next day, the day after our swim. As I guessed, she and Steve realized how embarrassed I must have felt, and she just wanted to apologize for not warning me that we would not necessarily have the pool to ourselves for the entire afternoon. She even wore a shirt to put me more at ease.

"Steve and I feel terrible if this was too much for you too soon. I thought you were enjoying yourself so much before he came and scared you off. When he came home and saw us from inside the house, and saw that you were sunbathing nude, he figured everything was okay as far as you were concerned."

I was still embarrassed, but I told her, "Don't worry. I know Steve didn't mean to embarrass me. Like I said before, it's just something new for me, something I'm not used to doing. I'll get over it, and we'll still be friends."

Carrie stayed for tea, and we talked about other things. I think she left feeling a little reassured. On the other hand, I continued to wonder how I would tell William about my unplanned exhibition at the neighbor's pool. Or, to put it more accurately, I wondered how William would react when I did tell him.

A day later, I learned the answer: "You were sunbathing nude, and Steve got to see you but I didn't?" If not the reaction I expected, it flattered me that his disappointment was more in not seeing me than in not seeing Carrie, although he expressed some regrets about that too. I was also pleased that William was not upset with me in the least. He just wanted to be there, to see my body, not for the first time, but for the first time in that kind of situation, in the sunlight with others around.

William kept remarking on his bad luck to have missed such a show and asked me if I thought it might happen again when he could be there. I did not have an answer for that question. I did, however, have an idea for giving William a sense of that afternoon's events.

"Get the camera and come with me," I told him. Unaware of what I had in mind, he followed me, camera in hand, through the gate and over to the neighbor's pool. Carrie had told me of plans they had for the day, so I knew William and I would be undisturbed for a while.

Moving over by the house, I told him, "Here's where I took off my clothes," and as I described my undressing in sequence, I illustrated my story by re-enacting it. With William staring at me with undisguised lust, I stripped for him just as I did for Carrie. "After I had my clothes off, I got in the pool for a while and then got out to lie on this lounger to let the sun dry me," and I stretched out on the lounger as I had before. "When Steve came out and saw me, I was lying like this, on my stomach," and as I demonstrated, I said, "So you can see that most of my body was hidden from his view."

William took a moment before he said, "What he saw though was so lovely—is so lovely now."

"If you like it so much, why don't you take a picture? Steve got to see me this way, but he didn't get to take my picture."

William smiled as he remembered he had the camera. "That's right. I wish I'd been there, but I love how you're explaining things now, love it very much." He started to raise the camera to his eye and then paused. "But do you think your parents would mind if I was using their wedding gift to take nude pictures of their only daughter?"

We both laughed, and he took my picture. Then I added, "You know, Steve also did not get to see me this way," as I raised up on my elbows so that my breasts were visible. William took another photograph. "And he didn't get to see me this way either," I said as I turned on my right side facing William, letting my left leg hide my pubic hair. William took more pictures. "And Steve certainly didn't get to see me this way," I said as I stretched out on my back with my legs together, "or even this way," as I stood up. It was an exciting first time for us, to let William take pictures of my nude body with nothing hidden.

After he had photographed me from a few different angles, he came closer and held me, running his hands up and down my back and over my bottom, even picking me up. The sensation of rubbing against him added to the thrill of being nude outside once again. I could feel his excitement and knew he would have added to our new experiences if I did not suggest we return home where our bed would offer more room and comfort than the poolside lounger.

Our lovemaking that afternoon was special. The fact that I remained nude as we walked back to our house turned William on all the more, and soon we were upstairs, putting our hands and mouths to good use. Even though his penis needed no help in growing to full erection, I still wanted him in my mouth, where I could feel the level of his passion. His tongue was giving as good as he got until I rose over him, held his penis up, and settled down on it.

We talked more than usual while I rocked up and down and back and forth on him. As he played with my nipples, he pulled my face closer and said, "I love the way these breasts look in the sunshine. I want to see them in the sunshine every day. Do you want to keep them out for me?"

"Yes, I want to feel the sun and the breeze on them, and I want you to see me."

"See you how?"

"Nude in the sunshine."

"Topless and bottomless?"

"Yes, completely nude." I was panting, so close.

"What if others see you?"

"Yes, completely nude."

"What if Steve sees you?"

"Yes , completely nude." I was almost chanting in rhythm, so close.

"What if you see Steve?"

"Yes, completely nude." I increased my rhythm at that, so close and then so ecstatic for the sweet moments of my orgasm. My vagina held him, and I continued my movements, wanting to share that feeling with William. Now I bent towards him and whispered, "What about you? Will you just be watching, or do Carrie and I get to see you nude also?" He didn't have to answer. The look on his face and the pulsation of his penis as he pushed up into me told me all I needed to know.

Of course, while making love, we may say things and later not feel so sure that we want to act out those fantasies. Later, when we were talking over what we had said, William made it clear that he didn't want to push me into something I didn't want to do. "Seriously," he asked, "how bad is it to know that Steve saw you without your clothes."

I repeated what I had told Carrie: it was just something I didn't expect and wasn't used to. With Carrie, however, I was trying to respond politely, not wanting her to feel so bad about what had happened. Now, with William, I realized that my response revealed more of the truth than I perhaps realized. I wondered, what if I could get used it? "Tell me," I said to William, "honestly, how bad is it for you to know that Steve saw me that way?"

"Honestly, it's a bit of a turn-on."

"You wouldn't mind if he got to see me again? I mean, really."

"I think I'd love it, lots more if I'm there too. Are you really thinking about this?"

"For now, I guess I'm just thinking about it. I need to go slow, despite the sudden start I made the other day."

"Did you really enjoy seeing Steve and Carrie?"

"Yes. Okay, I admit it. I'm not used to seeing men in the nude, and Steve has a nice body. I couldn't resist looking at his penis. And as for Carrie, I wouldn't describe it as the same feeling, but it definitely is another kind of turn-on, making me wonder if I could be comfortable in front of others the way she is. Maybe if I had her confidence . . . ."

I left the idea hanging there, and William did not push me to pursue it then. Afterwards, I was thinking that I had not asked William what he really thought about being nude himself in front of others. He said plenty about being turned on by my exhibiting myself, and maybe I assumed that men would have fewer qualms about baring themselves for others to see.

And that made me wonder how I would feel if Carrie got to see William nude. She, of course, had already seen many more men than I, so I could not say what her reaction would be to one more. To me, however, it would be a first, a first time for another woman to see my man's body, to see his penis that I thought no one else but I would get to see. Carrie certainly didn't care that I looked at Steve's penis, but again, that was nothing new to her anymore. I concluded that I was not like Carrie. Which is not to say that I could not be curious about the possibility of change.

We did not see our neighbors much for a week or so. No doubt, we all had things to attend to, so it did not seem odd that we weren't getting together more. There was one occasion when I happened to see Carrie and Steve watering their plants around the patio and pool. She was topless, and Steve was nude. I called downstairs for William to come up, so he finally got to see them from a distance.

A few days later, William asked me, "Are you still thinking about working on your nudist-self-confidence?"

Put in his typically funny way, his question was, I knew, serious. "Sure, I guess. Why?"

"Can you come with me today? I have a call to make down at the university, but I should be done by lunch time, and we could spend some time together."

So we were off on a day trip. I noticed he brought along an athletic bag, but I didn't ask about it. His business completed as promised by noon, we stopped to eat at a restaurant we used to visit often when we were both still in college. In those days, when we went out on dates, we would often wind up at this place for pizza. I told William, "If it was late after dark, this would feel just like a date."

"We can go out on a date in the afternoon too, you know. In fact," William said, "I had an idea for a place we could visit while we're here."

"Oh, yeah? Where's that?"

"The old quarry."

I remembered the place immediately, although neither of us had ever been there. About ten miles north of town, an abandoned strip mine had become a gathering place for students who discovered that it made a great swimming hole. At first, the authorities claimed that the place was unsafe, but they were actually upset that many of the students were skinny dipping. Eventually, the curiosity of the local newspaper and TV stations turned elsewhere, and the quarry was never closed.

"And what did you want to do at the quarry?" I asked.

"Go swimming and see on which part of the 'beachfront' we'd feel most comfortable."

He then proceeded to explain how the quarry had changed. Over the years, as it turns out, the area had been fixed up considerably. People volunteered to clean up the grounds, keep the grass cut, improve the "beachfront," as they called it, and turn it into a popular place for anybody to swim. That is, a certain portion closer to the parking area was more family-friendly, and the area beyond that was understood to be for nude or topless bathers.

I took a moment to think about it before I asked, "What's in the athletic bag you brought along?"

"I have my swimsuit and your bikini, if that's what you're wondering, and I brought the camera."

"My bikini? Actually, that's a relief. For a second there I was wondering if you expected me to go without my swimsuit right away. So, okay, let's go." In my mind, I had not decided what I would do once there. Except take the opportunity to look at the other bodies.

It took only fifteen minutes to find the quarry. One of the improvements I noticed immediately was the addition of rest rooms, so I had a place to change out of the public eye. Also a little encouraging was the fact that the parking area wasn't very crowded. Spring semester had already ended, so the student population dropped considerably. Having changed and walked with William onto the "beachfront," I could see that we would be able to sit pretty far away from anybody else. "There are so few people here, even with the number of cars in the lot, I expected more of a crowd."

"Look around," William replied. "We're in the family section. These people could have all come in two or three minivans."

He was right, and my heart started to beat a little faster as we continued past the few families and ventured to the other side of a discreetly placed line of piled rocks. From atop the wooden steps over this barrier, I saw a more crowded beach. No matter where we put our towels on this side, we would be within a short distance from someone else.

Worried about how people might look at me (as usual, I was already a little embarrassed about how I looked in my skimpy bikini, let alone without one or both pieces), I almost failed to see the people around me. A couple walking from the water back to their blanket caught my attention. They passed just a few feet in front of us, and we both got a visual treat as I saw that his short, stubby penis was moving from side to side as he walked and that water droplets were glistening in her dark, very bushy pubic hair. Seeing them made me look more carefully around me. After William and Steve, any nude men here would quickly add to my mental photo album. As it turned out, not that many men and women were completely nude, although almost all of the women were at least topless.

William led us to a spot that was near some other people, but not close to any of the single men. "How's this?" he asked. "That couple over there seems to be pretty safe," he said as he nodded in the direction of an older man and woman, probably about the same age as Carrie and Steve, lying on their stomachs to tan their bare backsides, "and this group here aren't bad looking either," indicating four couples who appeared to be students and who were all wearing their swimsuit bottoms.

It struck me then how the fashions, just like popular movies, allow men so much more to look at. These guys nearby were all wearing large, baggy trunks that came down to their knees while their girlfriends were in bikini bottoms cut very high on the hips and very skimpy in the back, not to mention that they were all topless as well. At least none of them had very large breasts that might make me feel too inferior.

The suit William wore, I am happy to say, showed more daring. I bought it for him just as he had picked mine out before we went on our honeymoon. Except for the nylon material, it resembled a sexy pair of low-cut briefs. I loved the way his body looked, tapering from his shoulders to his waist, with a line of curly, dark hair trailing from just above his navel and disappearing below the waistband, leading my eyes toward the bulge in his suit. I also loved the way that he blushed when he removed his shirt so others could see his little suit.

We spread our towels and sat down, neither of us saying anything for a minute or two. The older couple remained face down and bare bottoms up, and among the other group, the girlfriends occasionally turned themselves to even out their tans, thereby alternately hiding or exposing their breasts.

My heart was beating so hard as I decided to test myself. With a quick announcement, "Well, here goes," I untied my top while still sitting up, pulled it away from my breasts, set it aside, and then turned over onto my stomach, all done in a few seconds, hoping I would not look silly in any haste.

William was stunned, beaming a proud smile. "That was lovely."

"Did anybody see?"

"I don't know. I was watching you, not them."

Turning my face, I looked in the direction of the older couple. The woman had not moved, but the man was now lying sideways, facing us. He was wearing sunglasses and reading a book, and since I did not know when he turned over and could not see his eyes, I was unsure whether he witnessed my sudden exposure. While I looked his way, I noticed something different. "William, try not to be too obvious, but look and tell me what's with that man's penis."

After a moment, William said, "It's uncircumcised." Another new experience for me, I thought.

Then I tried to look toward the group of students, but I could not see past William and our bag. My heart pounded more as I raised myself up on my elbows a bit, knowing I was bringing my breasts into view for the older fellow if he was looking. Among the group of guys, I did see one glance our way more than once, as if he did not want to be caught staring, but couldn't tell if William and the bag were in his way too.

Turning back to the other man, though, I found him looking at me with his sunglasses pushed down his nose a bit. He smiled and nodded. I fought the urge to drop myself flat onto the towel and instead nodded back as casually as I could. In such a short time, I thought, here's yet another new experience: a strange man able to see my breasts, and I'm letting him look all he wants.

"Enjoying yourself?" William asked.

"Give me more time and I'll let you know."

"That guy can see your breasts, can't he?"

"Does it bother you?"

"I can see all of his wife, so I guess he should be allowed to see some of mine." With such encouragement, I stayed up on my elbows, and my little breasts stayed in view.

William got out the sunscreen and the camera. He took some pictures first, just in case my courage might desert me, and then put the lotion on my back. Since I was still up on my elbows, he took the opportunity to reach around my sides and rub some of it over my breasts, giving my nipples an extra squeeze.

After he rubbed some into his own chest and legs, he asked, "Do you think you could put some sunscreen on my back for me?" I hesitated, and he said, "Here, we can do it like this," and he lay down next to me, turned away, so I would need only to turn towards him, and hide behind him, as I spread the lotion over his back.

I appreciated his chivalry, and I was therefore determined to show more boldness. Not immediately, but eventually, that is. We must have been there for thirty minutes before I moved. In the meantime, the older couple got up to go for a swim, and I saw she had heavy breasts and a smoothly shaved vagina (yet another first for me). William did not miss that detail, but sweetly told me that I was still the loveliest one on the beach as far as he was concerned. That's when I moved. I sat up and kissed him.

"And you're the only man on this beach that I'd want."

He smiled broadly as I remained sitting up, legs extended out in front of me so that my breasts were out in the open for anyone to see. With me in a different pose, he took some more photographs, and I tried to push my chest out proudly for him. While I sat there, a few people passed by, mostly guys with the baggy trunks parading their topless girlfriends up and down the water's edge. Also, a couple of single men walked by slowly, which I thought was a little creepy. For all of them, however, I kept my appearance of composure and allowed each to see my breasts and probably compare them to the many other breasts on display here.

William asked me, "You still need more time to tell whether you're enjoying yourself?"

"If I weren't leaning on my hands right now, I bet they'd be shaking. But I'm okay. You?"

"Couldn't be better. You want me to get rid of this swimsuit? I don't want you to feel all alone in this adventure."

"You really think you could take it off here?"

"I don't know."

A quick glance confirmed for me that he had an obvious erection in his suit. "I think the rules of decorum on such beaches won't allow you to show as much as you would be showing. Besides, if you remove your suit, it would only be fair that I should take mine all the way off too, and I think I may have taken off as much as I can today."

He seemed relieved, and then he kissed me again and even leaned over and gave me a kiss on one of my nipples. The older couple, returning from their swim, were coming back just in time to see this play, and they both smiled at us. "So nice to see a couple in love," she said.