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Janet climbed out of the car and pulled her top over her head, baring her breasts to the bright, warm July sun.
“Look at you,” Mary teased as she did the same, letting her much larger breasts tumble free.
Janet tossed her top into the car, smoothed her shoulder-length blonde locks, and said, “Oh, stop.”
She knew there was little chance of that, though. Only two years ago, on their first visit to the nudist camp, she had been nervous to the point of feeling ill. It had taken three monthly trips for her to go topless, another the following year to strip down to a bikini bottom, and then two more to go fully nude. She was hardly ashamed of her body, but it had taken some time to become truly — literally — comfortable in her own skin.
“Look at all the cars,” Mary said as she pushed down her shorts and panties. “It’s going to be a good weekend.”
Janet shook her head and rolled her eyes while removing the last of her clothing — save her sandals. She knew exactly what her friend meant by a good weekend. Mary was an unabashed slut, and she was looking for as many casual flings as possible. To her, the camp was a smorgasbord of cocks to choose from, all on full display.
They rented separate tents, on the fringes of the camp, far enough apart to be out of earshot of each other for a reason.
Mary retrieved her sunscreen bottle and said, “You could really stand to enjoy yourself this weekend, you know.”
Though she knew it was true, she had never been good with one night stands. After a bitter divorce, and two failed relationships since, she wasn’t sure she was good with that either. Lack of sex for more than a year was beginning to take a toll on her spirits, though.
“I’m just not built that way,” she said while retrieving her own sunscreen.
“If I was built like you, I’d never get off my back,” Mary said, punctuating it with an exaggerated wink.
Janet couldn’t help but chuckle as she began applying her sunblock. She knew all too well how lucky she was to be in such good shape in her 40s. Genetics played a role — because her mother still looked more than a decade younger than she was — but she worked hard to keep her figure as well.
She smoothed lotion into her still firm breasts, thinking about how she wished they were bigger when she was young. Now, she was glad that her B-cups hadn’t suffered as much from gravity as they might have if they were larger.
While spreading sunscreen on her mound, she once again wondered if she should have left it unshaven. Varying amounts of hair down there was the norm at the camp, and she always felt a little out of place. She’d let it grow for a few weeks the previous year, but it had driven her to distraction. After twenty years of shaving, she simply couldn’t bear having pubic hair any longer.
Once fully covered in glistening lotion, she slipped the bottle back into her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She then retrieved one of their coolers from the back seat. Mary hefted her bag and cooler as well, and locked the doors once Janet closed hers. The two friends then strolled across the parking lot toward the camp proper.
Ronald was sitting in his lawn chair at the gate, as usual, and greeted them with a jovial, “Happy Nude Day!”
“Happy Nude Day,” they both responded as they passed.
Mary dramatically opened her bag a few steps later, revealing several boxes of condoms right on top. “I’m certainly hoping so,” she said to Janet as she let the bag drop back to her side.
Janet luxuriated on the beach, her toes in the sand, and a cool breeze blowing from across the lake, kissing her nude body. She chatted with the friends surrounding her, catching up on each other’s lives since the last time they’d been at camp together.
A satisfied sigh marked Mary’s return. Knowing glances passed between Janet and her friends. Mary had pounced on a handsome newcomer with an ample endowment not long after settling on the beach. She’d vanished a little over an hour earlier with him.
Barely lunch time, and she had already made her first conquest of the weekend.
Mary sat down on her towel and ran her hands through her long brown hair — which was wet from a shower. “So, I’m starving,” she said.
“Worked up an appetite?” Erin suggestively asked. She was only slightly less uninhibited than Mary — though monogamous with her husband.
“And then some,” Mary answered, and twitched her eyebrows.
Amidst the chuckling that followed, Janet said, “I am a little hungry.”
Mary stood and said, “Well, let’s go, then.”
Of course, Mary described her sexual encounter in detail during the walk back to Janet’s tent. As much as she pretended to listen out of friendship, Janet was in truth living vicariously through her friend’s exploits. As often as not, Mary’s conquests fueled Janet’s fantasies when she masturbated, putting herself in her friend’s place.
It was something she was doing far more frequently of late, as time stretched out from the last time casino şirketleri she actually had sex.
They made sandwiches of turkey with fresh lettuce and tomatoes from Mary’s impressive garden, and had a cup of wine to wash it down. As they prepared to return to the beach, Mary muttered, “Oh my word…”
Janet followed her friend’s gaze and a chill raced up her spine. There was little doubt who Mary was looking at, because the muscular back and tight glutes of the young man were a rarity. He had to be in his 20s — easily half the age of the average visitor to the camp — so he stood out.
Her heart raced when he turned slightly while speaking to an older man. Her eyes locked on the impressive organ dangling between his legs, and an electric tingle arose between hers. She glanced upward, taking in his six-pack abs and broad chest. She looked at his face for a moment, planning to return to his gorgeous cock, and then recognition set in.
Janet gasped and darted into the tent to hide behind the flap.
“Huh? What?” Mary asked, alternating between quick glances at where Janet hid and longer stares at the incredible specimen of young manhood.
“Get in here,” Janet demanded in a hushed whisper.
“What is wrong with you?” Mary asked as she stepped into the tent. She stayed within the opening, turning her attention back to the young man.
“That’s one of Darren’s friends — William.”
Mary moaned and said, “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”
“Stop it,” Janet admonished. “Is he still there?”
“Oh my, yes,” Mary answered, and bit her lower lip. She looked at Janet and said, “You should go talk to him. Guys always have a thing for their friends’ mothers. Bet he’d show you how much bigger that thing gets in a hurry.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m not the one being ridiculous. I saw the way you were staring at him before you recognized him. You want it. Do something about it.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Because he’s Darren’s friend.”
Janet covered her eyes with her hand and groaned in exasperation.
“That is exactly what you need,” Mary said. “A hard young cock that can go all night. Get out here and rope him in.”
Janet shook her head and said, “That is not happening.”
Mary turned toward her and put her hands on her hips. “Are you seriously not going to make a play for him?”
“Well, if you’re not going to…” She looked over her shoulder at him and licked her lips.
Janet gasped, “You wouldn’t!”
“Just watch me. If you’re going to waste the opportunity, that’s your problem. I’m not going to let it pass me by.”
Mary waited a few seconds, her expression saying she was waiting for her friend to change her mind. Then she shrugged, and started walking.
“Mary!” Janet called in a harsh whisper. Her friend ignored her.
Janet stood fidgeting behind the tent flap, worried that Mary would mention her. Worse, she could bring William back to the tent. Nerves frayed, she risked a quick peek around the tent flap.
Mary stood next to the two men — much closer to Will, of course — her back arched slightly to show off her body. Janet’s eyes gravitated to William, drinking in his sculpted form for a moment before her fear kicked back in. She darted back behind the flap once more.
A surge of powerful, irrational jealousy flooded through her.
She peeked a second, third, and fourth time. The scene was always the same. Mary was undoubtedly flirting, and William was smiling. It was driving her crazy.
On her fifth glance around the tent flap, she saw that her son’s friend was gone, and Mary was walking back toward the tent.
“I can’t believe you did that,” Janet said when Mary stepped back into the tent.
“I can’t believe you didn’t. I thought for sure you would follow me when I went out there.”
“You didn’t mention me, did you?”
Mary shook her head. “I should have.”
“He’s my son’s friend,” Janet admonished.
“And I bet he could be your special friend for the night if you’d just take a chance.”
Mary threw her hands up. “Fine. Look, all I did was talk to him. And flirt. A little. Let’s just forget about it and go back to the beach.”
“What if he’s there?”
“What if he is? If it makes you feel any better, he’s here for Ray’s poker tournament. You know how Ray’s games are. They’ll be there for hours. You can hide behind me if he comes down to the beach, and he’ll probably be too drunk to notice you, even if he does.”
“You’re sure?” Janet asked, and then peeked out from behind the tent flap, just to reassure herself that he wasn’t standing there.
“I’m sure. Look, you can’t hide in here for the rest of the weekend. Let’s go.”
Janet took a deep breath, nodded, and nervously fell into step with her friend.
For the first hour, Janet had been able to do little more than constantly glance about, expecting to see William at any casino firmaları moment. Ever so slowly, she came to accept that he was indeed at the poker game — as were a large percentage of the other men from camp — and she relaxed.
As afternoon wore on to evening, the men began to filter back to the other areas of the camp as they were eliminated from the tournament. Mary went on the prowl for one to console, of course. Two were jockeying for attention, and she looked absolutely thrilled about it, so Janet was surprised to see her approaching.
Mary knelt down and said, “I just saw him coming to the beach.”
Her friend nodded. “Go ahead. I’ll distract him if he looks this way. Unless…”
Janet shook her head and began to gather her things. Her other friends looked perplexed, but she didn’t have time to explain. She saw William step onto the beach, walking toward the water. Mary sauntered toward him, much to the consternation of her two hopeful bedmates.
As little as she wanted to admit it, Janet felt the swell of jealousy again. Keeping her back to him, she walked up the beach. She couldn’t help but look back over her shoulder, and saw Mary flirting with the young man. Trying to put the thought out of her mind, she hurried back to her tent. Amidst the trees, darkness was creeping in faster, so she turned on the lantern, lit a citronella candle, and applied mosquito repellant.
All the while, the memory of Mary flaunting her body to Will was in her mind’s eye.
She sat down in her camp chair with a large cup of wine in hand. What she had actually observed was taking on a life of its own, despite her efforts to chase it away. She could imagine Mary leading the young man back to her tent, drawing him down to the air mattress very much like the one behind her.
Janet shook her head and took a long pull of wine, but the thoughts weren’t going away. Jealousy, depression, anger, fear… They were all working on her hard, in a relentless onslaught. She finished one cup, filled it again, and had nearly drained it when her thoughts took a different turn.
She resisted at first, when Mary vanished from her imaginings, and there was only William. Somewhere between the wine, the settling darkness, and the soothing chirps of crickets, she surrendered without realizing it.
His cock swelled and straightened in her fantasy, bobbing between his legs and demanding attention. She thought about touching it — feeling how hard it was. She could feel his muscular arms around her — his rippled abs pressed against her.
“Ms. Oslo? I thought that was you.”
Janet’s eyes snapped open when the voice shocked her out of her fantasy, only to see the real thing standing a few feet in front of her. She was soaking wet, and her nipples were as hard as pebbles from fantasizing about him, and he was right there.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized.
Oh god! What do I do? Look at his face. Nothing else. Her thoughts raced. Some deep, instinctual defense mechanism kicked in, and she said, “Oh, hello William.” She was surprised by how clear and nonchalant she sounded.
“Long time, no see,” he said as he stepped closer. “I had no idea you were a nudist.”
Once again, she miraculously answered, “I’ve only been coming here for a couple of years.”
Her voice was the only thing acting appropriately, though. It took virtually every ounce of her willpower to maintain eye contact and not let her eyes rove over his body. She knew she had to be blushing as brightly as a stop sign, from how hot her face felt.
“First time for me. Little weird at first, huh?”
She nodded and asked, “What brings you here?”
He shrugged one shoulder and answered, “Poker tournament. Got pretty far, but not far enough.”
“That’s too bad.”
“Oh well, it was only twenty bucks. Hey, Darrel said you got a promotion. Congratulations.”
They chatted about her new job, what he was up to, her son, and what a nice night it was. The whole time, she was thinking, I’m sitting here naked, talking to him like we just ran into each other at the grocery store!
His hand suddenly jerked, slapping at his thigh.
She lost eye contact, following his rapidly moving hand when he swatted the bug. His exclamation of damn mosquitoes echoed hollowly in her ears when she saw his very hard cock. It was even bigger than she had imagined, and trapped her gaze like a fly in amber. She gasped despite herself.
“Sorry about that. I read the rules, and I know it’s frowned upon,” he said, repeating the exact phrase from the rules pamphlet.
He had completely finished before she realized she was staring. She averted her gaze back to his face, and saw a smile growing there.
“You can look if you want, though,” he said. “I know I am.”
“William… I wasn’t… I… I…” she stammered.
Her heart thundered in her chest as he moved in closer and said, “Fuck, you’ve got such great tits. I jerked off so many güvenilir casino times thinking about them. Even better than I imagined from seeing you in a wet bikini.”
Janet reeled from the admission that he’d masturbated to her. His eyes were all over her, looking at her without a hint of shame. Hers once again disobeyed her, following his hand as he wrapped it around his big, hard, young cock.
“Thought you’d have a hairy pussy, but it looks great shaved. I could lick that all night long.”
She tore her eyes away from his erection, emphatically shook her head, and said, “We can’t.”
He released his cock and said, “Oh yeah. Camp rules. No sex in public. Good thing the tent’s right there.”
“That’s not what I meant. I…” she trailed off as he extended his hand to help her up.
Time seemed to grind to a halt as she looked at him with his hand held out to her. His godlike body. His incredible cock. The hunger that was so obvious in his eyes and his voice.
The next thing she knew, her hand was in his, and he was pulling her to her feet. The fires of her pent up need consumed her, burning away anything resembling reservations. She crushed her body against him, tilted his head down, and kissed him as if her life depended upon it.
Will growled into the kiss, and slipped a hand beneath her butt, lifting her feet off the ground as if she weighed nothing. She wrapped her legs around him, grinding her pussy against his muscles, and he carried her into the tent, still kissing her hard. Their tongues wrangled and their lips clashed as he jerked the bows holding back the tent flaps. The barriers fell in turn, the canvas slapping against the center pole and hiding them from prying eyes.
William knelt down, and deposited her softly on the air mattress. She let her legs fall from his back, and her hand slipped between their bodies to his erection. A warbling whimper escaped her as her fingers caressed his hardness.
“Ah yeah,” he said before squeezing her left breast and moving in.
Janet shuddered from how his sucking lips made her pussy ache. He sucked her nipple hard — even nipping it lightly with his teeth. She snapped a hand to the back of his head, entwining her fingers in his short, dark hair, while the other continued to explore his cock.
He suddenly let her nipple go, and pushed up to his knees, pulling his cock away from her questing hand as well. A sad, needy whimper escaped her. The sound had barely faded before he slid his hands behind her knees — pushing them up and out.
She had just enough time to whimper, “Oh yes,” before he dived between her legs.
Janet’s hands clawed at the inflated mattress, unable to find any purchase as he devoured her pussy. His lips sucked her folds. His tongue slathered over her. Her hips lifted, grinding her sex against his mouth.
“I wasn’t kidding,” he said, his breath hot against her folds. He darted in, sucked her clit and a healthy amount of her labia between his lips for a moment, and then released them. “I could lick this pussy all night,” he finished before stabbing his tongue into her wet heat again.
Janet writhed and bucked her hips from the intensity of pleasure so long denied. She looked down at his rapidly moving head between her legs, and needed more. She planted her hands behind her, and lifted up. The sight of the muscles working in his back and his buttocks flexing caused her to throw her head back and yelp in ecstasy.
She jerked her head back up, staring at the gorgeous, virile young man eating her pussy so relentlessly. There was no subtlety to the way he tongued her. It was pure, animal passion.
Exactly what she needed.
The hot, electric pulses in her swollen clit spread rapidly, shooting through her pussy, and arching up her spine. She fell back to the air-filled bed, but he held on tight with the hands curled around her thighs, never missing a beat. Sounds of pleasure tumbled from her lips beyond her control, growing louder with each lick and suck.
Her body slipped free of her consciousness as well. Her hips undulated, alternately shoving her pussy into his face and slamming her butt to the mattress. Her head lashed. Her hands flailed. He never stopped, and never slowed. She soared to a crescendo, and hovered there, teetering on the edge, in a moment of almost painful pleasure for seemingly countless thundering beats of her heart. And then finally — blissfully — tumbled into the abyss with a scream of agonized release.
William’s fingers dug into her, and he leaned forward, pushing her knees back toward her chest, and his powerful muscles held her in place. There was no escape — and no mercy. He licked her just as feverishly in the midst of orgasm wracking her body as he had to bring her there.
Janet’s hands snapped to the back of his head, pulling his hair, and her nails dug into his scalp. Senseless with ecstasy, she had no idea if she was holding him to her, or trying to claw him away. It didn’t seem to matter to him. His tongue assaulted her, keeping her coming. Her vision — behind her tightly closed eyes — became swirling motes of exploding lights surrounded by pulsing darkness. Her screams became distant, haunting things, drowned out by the rapid, roaring beat of her heart.
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