The Weekend Pt. 03

Sharing a cabin with Gerald had proved to be, not embarrassing as she had first feared, but, as she reluctantly had to admit to herself, extremely frustrating. Unexpectedly, instead of the twin beds they'd assumed they would have, they were sharing a large, king-size double -- in which they both slept naked of course. She'd been surprised, the first time she saw her best friend fully-nude, just how 'fit' he was. Tall and lean, he had a pair of buttocks so tight and firm they looked as though they belonged to a gymnast instead of an almost-fifty year old man. Like so many male nudists, she was soon to discover, his body was totally devoid of any hair. His chest, his legs, and even, she had blushingly noted, his genital area were as smooth as the proverbial baby's bottom. The lack of fuzz around his groin area seemed to accentuate the size of an already impressive penis, teasing and tormenting her as it hung limply and rested on his tight balls. All this, combined with her excitement at exposing her own nakedness, led to the horny Barbara being even more regretful that her best friend and bed-mate was absolutely, and irrefutably, 100% gay...

* * *

On the third night, after a day of sightseeing around Venice, Barbara and Gerald were having a light dinner in the relaxing 'Noodle Bar' when they were joined at their table by a couple they had spoken to casually several times around the pool. Francine and Pierre were French, married, and had obviously been nudists for quite a while judging by their total lack of tan-lines. Frankie, as she insisted they call her, was a bubbly brunette who never seemed to stop talking. Chatting away to anyone who happened to be near her, she was a life-and-soul of the party type who could be guaranteed to break through any person's natural shyness and soon involve them in her life -- whether they wanted to be or not. With Frankie being almost word perfect in English, and Pierre coping well enough to understand most of what was going on, it wasn't long before the foursome were laughing and joking together as though they had known each other for years instead of just a few days.

When she'd met the exceptionally tall Frankie by the pool the first time, Barbara had immediately noticed that the vivacious young French woman sported not only a deep all-over tan covering her slim body, but also a copious amount of body hair in all the natural places. She'd previously recognised that her own well-trimmed triangle between her legs was conspicuous - the vast majority of naked women on view appeared to be either perfectly smooth or maybe have just a sparse landing strip at most -- so the sight of such a thick, dark bush seemed to disconcertingly draw her eyes to the other woman's groin area. Long dark-brown locks, the thick curly bush between her legs and her unrestrained straggly armpit hair, all combined to give the girl what would probably be called a 'carefree hippie' look nowadays -- a look that suited her effervescent personality perfectly. With barely a wrinkle or crease blemishing her face or body, she looked and behaved like a girl in her late-twenties at most who thoroughly enjoyed her life and hadn't a care in the world.

Her husband Pierre, however, could hardly have been more different. Shorter than is wife, his impressively muscular body was trimmed almost as much as Gerald's -- being perfectly smooth apart from a small, manicured tuft above his otherwise bare scrotum. At first glance, he looked significantly older than his beautiful wife, but his sparkling blue eyes, his 'weather-worn' features, his hair that was balding at the front and worn extremely short everywhere else, all combined to give him the sort of face that made it very difficult for strangers to determine his age. He could have been anywhere between a well-worn early thirties, up to a well-preserved late forties, although his whole 'joie de vive' definitely suggested he was at the younger end of the scale. The whole package, together with his delightful way of speaking broken English with a sexy French accent, inevitably made him very, very attractive to any woman who crossed his path.

Barbara was certainly one of those women. Frustrated as she was by having to sleep next to her very good-looking, very naked, and unfortunately for her, very gay friend every night without being able to fuck him, she'd felt a deep flush of sexual excitement the first time she'd met Pierre. Her immediate carnal attraction to him embarrassingly causing her naked pussy to swell and moisten, she would find herself daydreaming as she lay on her sun-bed, spread-eagled and naked in full view of the object of her desires and lustfully imagining the sexy Frenchman pounding away between her thighs and bringing her to a peak of carnal pleasure...

* * *

After they'd all been chatting away for a while, laughing and joking together whilst downing enough glasses of wine to relax any remaining reticence English people seem to always have when first talking to strangers, Barbara announced she needed to visit the rest-room. Frankie immediately jumped up and joined her, linking arms and chattering away cheerfully as they made their slightly-wobbly way toward the ladies toilets. Their friendly, alcohol-induced, gossiping continued all the while they were in the ladies, even through the cubicle walls as they were both doing their business. Whilst washing their hands after they'd relieved themselves, Frankie caught Barbara's eye in the mirror and asked,

"Do you mind if I ask a personal question, Barbara?"

"Not at all. What would you like to know?"

"How does your husband cope with you being much younger? Is he still the rampant bull or does he take Viagra?"

Barbara blinked rapidly, her mouth falling open in astonishment and not quite believing what she had just heard. Suddenly she broke into a huge belly-laugh, "Oh my God, Frankie!... Where did that come from?"

"Pierre and I were just curious, that's all. He sometimes uses the little blue pill to get him really hard when he is tired, and we were wondering if Gerald was the same."

"No...No... I don't know. We don't... You know... I mean, we're not married. And anyway, Gerald isn't my lover, he's erm... He doesn't like women."

Frankie looked into her blushing friend's eyes, frowning in disbelief, "But you share a bed. How do you mean? He doesn't like your gorgeous body... He must be, how you say?... Fucking crazy. No?"

"No, not at all..." Barbara giggled defensively, "It isn't just mine... He doesn't like ANY woman's body... I thought you understood. He only likes men. Always has done, no matter how much I've tried to tempt him over the years."

Now it was Frankie's turn to be amazed, "Mon dieu...You mean?... Fucking hell, what a waste!"

Suddenly it dawned on Barbara what else her friend had said earlier, causing her to burst into loud laughter again, "I couldn't agree with you more, It is such a waste... And just wait until I tell him what you think about how he looks. He'll be devastated."

Frankie looked puzzled, not understanding exactly what she was being accused of.

Pulling the other woman to her, Barbara hugged her, reassuring her that she'd not said anything wrong, "It's just that, I'm not younger than him at all. He's forty-nine and I was fifty a few weeks ago, so he'll be really pleased you think he's my older lover." The giggling Englishwoman explained, still trying to quell her laughter and dry her eyes.

"Mon Dieu. You are really fifty?... C'est incroyable..."

Joining the men back at their table, the two woman couldn't help themselves, bursting into spontaneous laughter as their eyes met -- much to the bewilderment of the puzzled Gerald. "And what have you two naughty ladies been up to?"

Unable to stop giggling, Barbara hugged him and replied, "Don't worry old man. I'll tell you later."

A statement which resulted in another burst of conspiratorial snickering between the two females and a look of total astonishment on Pierre's face...

* * * *

The newly-formed foursome ended that evening well beyond the boundaries of sobriety, eventually saying their loud good-nights with kisses all round and promises of meeting up again the following day by the pool as it was to be a day of cruising to their next destination.

Come the following morning, whilst waiting for Barbara to finish in the bathroom before they went for breakfast, Gerald suddenly remembered she had promised to tell him something the previous evening.

"What is it you were going to tell me later?"

"When?" Came the gargled reply from behind the bathroom door

"Last night. After you and Frankie came back from the loo."

Hearing the sound of spluttering laughter through the door, the puzzled Gerald pushed it open and was confronted by the sight of a naked Barbara just finishing cleaning her teeth, "Well?" He demanded.

"Oh, It was nothing really. Just that they wondered how you managed to keep up with me sexually, seeing as you are much older than me. You know... Like erm... Do you have to take boner pills for you to get it up? That sort of thing."

"WHAT?... The cheeky fuckers!... Well I hope you put them right."

"It was an understandable mistake, don't you think? What with me looking much younger than you and everything." Barbara mocked him, laughing loudly and just managing to evade his attempted flick with his towel on her bare bottom as she ran out of their cabin and down the corridor toward the public areas.

"Saucy bitch!" Gerald chuckled to himself as he locked the door and followed her, "I must admit, she does have a lovely arse though."

* * *

"Bonjour, jolie dame. How are you this fine morning?"

Barbara flinched, her throbbing head pounding as she was dragged back from the semi-comatose slumber she had slipped into. Despite her feeling definitely the worse-for-wear, the instantly recognisable lilt of Pierre's delightful accent inexorably thrilled her, sending instant waves of arousal to her naked and spread vagina. The drunken hangover she was suffering from felt significantly worse than a couple of hours before when she'd first woken up after their night of excess. Cringing with the effort, she reached for the large bottle of water she'd placed by the side of her sun-lounger and poured al least half a pint of the cold liquid down her desert-dry throat.

"Good morning, Pierre. I must admit, I've felt better." The suffering woman croaked huskily, grimacing and squinting up at him in the bright sunlight that was framing his wide body and doing absolutely nothing to aid her recovery. Hesitantly looking around, her head feeling as though it was about to fall off her shoulders some time soon, she noticed that Gerald was not on the sun-bed next to her as he had been when she'd first dozed off. Painfully, she sat up and rested on her hands -- a movement that caused her large naked breasts to jiggle seductively, much to the delight of the watching Pierre. "Gerald?" She queried, unable to see her companion anywhere in close proximity.

"Ah!... I think Gerald has found a new admirer." Pierre chuckled, moving out of the way and allowing her to see her friend sitting at the poolside café and chatting animatedly to the young, very handsome, barman.

"Unfaithful so-and-so." She chuckled quietly, laying back and covering her head with a towel, soon returning to her dozing and beginning to snore gently.

Pierre sat on empty sun-bed and openly admired the beautiful woman's naked body. Initially appraising her magnificent breasts, flattened only slightly against her chest and rising and falling in time with her deep breathing, his lustful gaze moved on past her flat stomach and down to her bewitching sex with its pronounced mons-veneris. Framed by her long legs, spread nonchalantly and enabling him to get an unrestricted close-up view, her womanly charms were spread invitingly to his wanton scrutiny. The moist vaginal lips, open enough to expose her prominent clitoris standing proudly on display, seemed to be wetter and shinier than they would have been with just sun-oil to lubricate them. Teasing and tempting him to dive in and lick her to the sort of orgasm his wife Francine always enjoyed whenever he did it to her, the view of her partly-open pussy inevitably caused his cock to thicken and swell as he marvelled at the woman's openly-displayed sexuality.

"C'est formidable," The enraptured Frenchman muttered under his breath, adjusting himself modestly before laying back on the lounger next to the object of his carnal desires, "I must have this beautiful lady."

* * *

A short while later, after Gerald had left his potential paramour and returned to his sun-lounger, the two men and their sleeping companion were joined by the naked and freshly-showered Francine.

"Mon Dieu! - Do you men never think? This poor lady will burn if she doesn't cover up or put more protection on soon... Idiots putain!"

The sound of Frankie chastising the men, caused the startled Barbara to wake from her slumbers. Refreshed, but with a mouth that felt like the bottom of a bird-cage, the still sleepy woman gasped, "Shit, I'm thirsty." Squinting in the bright sunlight, she reached for her bottle of water that had been abandoned in the sun and left to warm, "Yuck!... This tastes like lukewarm bathwater."

Francine, as usual, immediately took charge of the situation. Reaching down and grasping Barbara's hand, she helped the other woman to her feet before turning to the men and firmly instructing them, "You two imbéciles stay her. We ladies are going for a drink and will revenir peu de temps -- we will return shortly."

Staggering slightly, a reluctant Barbara moaned, "Oh my God... I don't think I could face another drink."

Giggling loudly, the seemingly stone-cold sober Frankie laughed, "Do not worry, mon chéri , we will have freshly-squeezed Orange juice. No more alcohol until later. Eh?"

"Oh God..." Barbara moaned as they weaved their way through the other passengers who were taking the opportunity to soak up the sun, "How can you still be so cheerful after what we drank last night? I feel like death warmed up."

Frankie chuckled, gripping her friend's hand and squeezing even tighter, "Ah, mon chéri . Maybe it is because I am much younger than you, my sexy friend -- 50 years old? You should be in your rocking chair. Yes?"

"Oi, you cheeky bitch... Maybe I should spank your young bottom for being so disrespectful to your elders?" Barbara laughed, bumping her hip against her friend's as they walked along.

"Mmmmm. Maybe that would be nice?" The giggling girl replied suggestively, immediately triggering a surge of excitement to flow through a shocked Barbara and moisten her already-wet vagina even more...

* * *

The erotic sight of two beautiful, naked women walking by hand-in-hand seemed to have an inspirational effect on many of their fascinated voyeurs. Several obvious erections of various sizes and firmness raised in tribute as their owners openly admired the tantalizing view of female sensuality walking amongst them. Despite her delicate condition, Barbara couldn't help but feel a wave of sexual titillation surge through her as she repeatedly caught the appreciative and lustful glances her and her equally-naked companion were getting from most of the recumbent men -- and many of the ladies too she noticed, an extra illicit thrill exciting her at the thought of her body turning other women on.

The two women chose a shaded table and ordered a jug of fresh orange juice with plenty of ice from their obviously enamoured and attentive waiter.

"Better now?" The younger girl enquired after Barbara had drunk several mouthfuls of the delicious cold liquid.

"Mm-mm. Yes thank-you. I needed that."

A few minutes of silence between the two passed as they both took in the sights around them, eventually being disturbed by Frankie.

"May I ask you a question, mon chéri?" She asked quietly, her sexy voice hushed to avoid anyone else overhearing her.

Remembering the last time her cheeky friend had started a conversation with those words, Barbara chuckled tentatively, "Errr... Yes. I suppose so."

"Do you not get frustré...You know, frustrated, sleeping with such a beautiful man and not having him fuck you?"

Barbara grinned at her companion, having suspiciously anticipated another such-intimate question, "Yes, of course. He is my best friend, and I love him dearly. Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to have him make love to me."

"I thought so. If it was me, I would be, how do you English say?... Climbing the fucking walls."

They both burst into loud laughter at Frankie's accurate appraisal of her friend's dilemma, both pairs of breasts shaking and wobbling deliciously and prompting even more attention from their many admirers who had been sneaking furtive glances at them whilst hoping their own partners didn't notice.

A few minutes later, after the chuckling pair had quietened and settled down again, Frankie leaned closer to Barbara, almost imperceptibly placing her hand high enough on the older woman's thigh for her fingers to gently brush secretively against the moist lips of the off-guard woman's vagina. With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, she looked deep into Barbara's and whispered, "Maybe I have the answer to your problem."

Visibly shaking with nerves, but noticeably not doing anything to remove the intrusive fingers from her rapidly opening sex, Barbara continued to return her friend's naughty gaze. Her breathing quickening and her face flushing, she stammered hesitantly. "What do... I mean... How?"

"Pierre and me, we have a very trusting marriage. We have both had many lovers. We have both shared many lovers. My husband would dearly like to fuck you... And I would too. We want to lay you back and make love to you until you scream with ecstasy. Take you to places you have only dreamed about. What do you say, Barbara? Will you let us fuck you into your Nirvana?"

All the while she was whispering to the trembling older woman, Frankie's hand became more and more insistent. Pressing tightly against the swollen lips, her fingers gently eased their way between them, firmly teasing the erect clitoris before forcing their way deep into the shocked woman's welcoming pussy. Barbara was gulping for air, her heavy breathing mixing with moans loud enough to alert the nearby sun-worshippers. She could hear herself clearly. Shocked and embarrassed by her own submissiveness, she opened her eyes and saw what appeared to be everyone on-board the ship avidly watching her seduction at the hands of the beautiful French-woman. Embarrassed as she was, there was no doubt she was enjoying Frankie taking control, just like she enjoyed the men in her life doing.

Bewildered by what was happening to her, Barbara felt her body surrender, submissively slumping back into her chair. Abandoning all pretence of denial, she closed her eyes and gave in to the overwhelming desire to orgasm that was shooting from her loins to her brain. Another loud groan escaped from deep within her as she allowed her legs to spread wider, unable to stop what was happening to her, unable to prevent the waves of passion flowing through her visibly shuddering body -- not that she wanted to.

"Please... Oh God... Please... No... Nnnnhhhhh...Don't stop... Oh Fuckkkk..." Barbara tried to suppress her groans of pleasure, she really did, still conscious that anyone near her would be able to hear as she quivered under the spell of her friend's magic fingers deep inside her clasping pussy. Her emotions out of her control, she seemed to float away and see herself through the eyes of her enthralled audience, watching herself writhing in her seat and panting like a rabid dog. Finally, unable to deny its needs any longer, her squirming body had to submit to its desperate desire to cum at the behest of those tormenting fingers.