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This story is the second part of the
fictional sequel to Carrie’s beach vacation stories. Like her stories are adult in nature dealing
with nudity and sexual references and should only be read by those 18 or
over. All of its characters are beyond
drinking age as well. If you haven’t read
the first part I suggest you read that
part first. Please enjoy the
following.
Day 4: Thursday
I woke up early, not that I really slept. We didn’t get in until really late, and Amy and Steph didn’t settle down until well into the morning. The sun hadn’t come up yet, but I wasn’t going to sleep either. I eventually got up and decided to go jogging on the beach. The morning air was cool and the seabirds and me were the only ones out on the beach as the sky started to turn blue and the sun started creeping out of the sea. The sand was too soft to really jog, but walking back to Krista’s house to get the jeep did give me a chance to think.
I thought about what everyone kept saying about this being the islands. I had even said it a few times. I needed to take my own advice and relax. I started to think that I was being more uptight than Steph. Sure, I kissed Lisa. It wasn’t that bad. I liked it in fact. But, at the same time, everyone was loosing inhibitions, and changing, just in a few days. I’d grown to love exhibitionism. Now that had turned to nudism, looking down to my bare feet and then up at the rest of myself.
Even more than all that though, I was becoming voyeuristic. I couldn’t keep my eyes off Lo. Not just because he was good looking, because he was. But, I had to keep looking to see if I was going to see something. It wasn’t the same after dinner when he took off that silly apron and I could see everything. It was more like, back home, where there might have been something to see. Glimpses of skin seemed more provocative than the whole show. It was cool that Steph got brave enough to take off her suit to walk home, but in a lot of ways she looked sexier with it on. Everybody could still see everything even with it on, but the suit added a layer of unobtainability. It was something you could see but not have, and that made it different than everybody just being naked all the time.
Nudism added something, but was it what I wanted. I had been working hard to separate the sexuality form the nudity. My nipples quit getting hard every time the breeze hit them after the first day. I dug around and found my shirt. It was wet from Steph’s suit laying on it. I held it up and then dropped it back into the pile. I figured, what the hell? I had driven partially naked already. On just about every summer day, I liked to pull my skirt up over my hips and let the a/c cool me. I had ridden in the jeep naked, but I’d never driven it and never alone. I had never driven any car fully nude before, especially in such an open vehicle like the jeep.
I was digging for the keys that we had hidden under the passenger seat, when I felt a light smack on my ass. I grabbed the first thing that I could see and spun around raising it over my head. Allen grabbed my arm as I turned. Sara shrieked and cowered. “No, stop!” Allen yelled. “Don’t hit her. She was just screwing around.” I realized who it was and relaxed my arm. “Oh my God”, Sara said. “I didn’t even think. I’d probably done the same thing. I’m so sorry.” After my heart stopped pounding out of my chest, I started to laugh. “I think I scared you worse, than you scared me.”
After the hundredth time she apologized, she asked what I was doing? I told her that I was probably going to go back to the resort and get breakfast. “Allen has to work, but would you like to come over to our place? I could cook up some eggs and bacon.” “Sure,” I told her, “but I need to get the jeep back to the resort, and I should see if any of the others are up yet.” “They’re welcome too.” She said. “Is it all right if we come as we are?” I asked her. “Yeah,” she said. “Maybe we can work on our tans on the deck. We’ll meet you at the resort and then go on to our house.” I told her ok and hopped up into the jeep. “You’re going to drive like that?” She asked. I shrugged my shoulders and said. “It’s not that far.” “Damn girl, you sure are brave.” “She’s not just brave.” Allen told her. “She can back it up. She’s liable to crack someone’s skull if they messed with her.” He said laughing. He looked down in my lap. “I don’t see any, but she’s definitely got big cohonas.”
I drove back to the resort, and went upstairs. Lisa and Amy were still asleep. Steph was showered and ready to go look for me downstairs. We met Sara and Allen in the parking lot. Sara got out to let us in the back seat of the car. While she was standing there, she pulled down her shorts and untied her bikini top. “What are you doing?” Allen asked. “Well, I figure, I get naked when I’m around Krista. Carrie’s naked. So, I’ll get that way, too.” She hopped back into the car, buckled her seatbelt and looked at him. “You know if you don’t like looking at my pussy, I can always put get dressed again.” “No, no,” Allen stammered. “You’re fine just the way you are.” He put the car in gear and drove out the gate.
Allen went
upstairs and took a shower. He returned
to the kitchen, in a very sharp business suit.
He worked at one of the larger financial corporations that set up
After Allen had left, Steph stood up and slipped off her sundress. “I didn’t know if it would be disrespectful to take off my clothes in front of your husband.” “No honey,” Sara comforted her. “Besides, he pretty much saw all of you last night. He told me that I had to get one of those suits this week. It’s the best one I’ve seen in a long time.” She made killer omelets, and we all sat out on the deck to eat. After breakfast, she told us to make ourselves at home, and that she was going to take a shower.
I asked Steph after Sara went inside about why she took off her dress. “Two reasons”, she told me. One, Amy had told her to go downstairs and find me. Amy told her that if I was out on the beach that she should join me to even out her tan. Steph explained to Amy that her suit was in the jeep. Amy told her she could wear the one piece. “That one piece sucks.” Steph told me. “I might as well be naked. So when you came upstairs, I made a decision to go without it.”
“What was the second reason?” I asked her. “Honestly,” she answered, “I wanted to. I know you think I get crazy when I’m drunk. Actually, I do get crazy when I’m drunk, but last night I wasn’t hammered. I knew what I was doing. I guess I just wanted to prove to you that I can be as cool as you are.” “You don’t have to prove anything to me.” I told her. “Just do what you want.” “I know.” She replied. “But, I was such a bitch to you when we first came down here. I think I just didn’t understand. I saw how bad I was being when that lady at that shack of a store reacted to us the same way. Amy’s great about pushing me to try new things, but you don’t push. That just makes it easier on me. You’re just cool about everything. I haven’t seen anything get under your skin.” She told me. “You’re an expert nudist, and I just want to learn from you.”
I didn’t tell her, that I was no expert. I couldn’t tell her I had just as many issues regarding everything as she did. I did tell her to relax, take one thing at a time, and only do what you feel comfortable doing. I told her. “I always think to myself. Keep your head up and look out and walk straight. My father tells me that if I just do that, I can accomplish anything.” I left out the part about if you look like you know what you are doing; everyone else thinks you know what you’re doing.
Sara came back out, still nude, with ice tea. “I hope you drink it sweet. Allen is from the south. I brought some sunscreen, too. You’re really going to need it Steph. You don’t want to get a lot of those parts sun burnt. It hurts like hell. Trust me.” She got a big drop of lotion and spread it all over Steph’s back. Steph didn’t even flinch when Sara’s hand got close to the side of her breast. There she was telling me how relaxed I was, and I would have hit the ceiling had that happened to me.
Then it was my turn. I spread the lotion all over myself as best I could. Steph looked at me. You left a lot of open parts especially on your back. She, then both her and Sara, started rubbing me down to the point I sat down and started to lean back. Their fingers were going all over my body. I shivered as one of them started rubbing the inside of my thigh. I shook my head no and pushed their hands away. Both of them respected me and sat down in their own chairs. I was too far along at that point to stop, though. I reached down and found my clit. Rubbing it fast and hard, I climaxed so hard I thought I was going to break my toes. Days worth of pent up sexual energy exploded through every nerve ending in my body. “That was fucking awesome.” Steph said. So, much for keeping the sex out of nudism, I thought to myself. “Hell, if I had known you were going to do that I’d brought out a vibrator for you.” I just smiled in post orgasmic bliss, and told Steph she better roll over to even out her tan.
We worked on our tans for a while. Spending most of our time just talking about general stuff. I learned a lot about Steph I didn’t know. Finally I just came out and asked her. “Are you a lesbian, or do you just like girls?” “I don’t know.” Steph said. She didn’t seem shocked by the question. “I’ve never really been with a guy. In high school, my boyfriend treated me like shit and then screwed around on me. After that I went to college, and I met a girl there who was a lesbian, out of the closet and everything. She and I saw each other pretty regularly for a long time. But, she was real possessive. She was kind of one of those more masculine types. You know me. I just don’t like to be made to be, or do something. I want my own choices. So it just didn’t work out. I don’t want to go so far to call myself a lesbian. I like guys. I’d like to try to have sex with men, but I like girls too. I really like Amy. But, not just for sex, I like having her around me. She’s a good influence. Don’t you think?” She laughed and mockingly moving her hands over her open pussy, like Amy had done back at the horseback-riding pond.
I fell asleep out on the deck. The combination of an earth shattering orgasm and not sleeping all night will do that. Steph woke me up and told me Lisa was on the phone. I should have left a note or something, because they had been all over the resort and calling around to places looking for us. I apologized for worrying them to death, and told her we’d been over at Sara’s working on our tans. “I heard that’s not all you’ve been working on.” Steph must have told her about my earlier activities. It was still early, but we needed to get back to the resort if we wanted to catch the drunk tour. Steph seemed really anxious to go to that one. She told me she wanted to see if she could get Amy trashed. “I want to get her all liquored up and take advantage of her.” She jokingly said.
Sara took us back to the resort. Her tall SUV had tinted windows so none of us got dressed. She did bring along a shirt and shorts saying she was going shopping for a suit like Steph’s. She came up to the room with us. After she saw Amy, she asked if any of us ever wore clothes. “I live down here. My best friend is all but a full time nudist; only wearing clothes to go to work. But, I don’t think you guys’ even own clothes. Or if you do, you left them all at home.” “Left them at home.” Amy told her. She reminded us about the costume party, and said she’d pick out a few things if she saw something that caught her eye. We had worked out a few ideas for costumes, but in at the resort, supplies and resources are limited. It’s one thing to get a hotel sheet and make a toga, but not four. Plus, we had all agreed to go naked or at least mostly naked.
Lisa walked with Sara downstairs. I went to go take a shower. Steph leaned over the couch and gave Amy a long intimate kiss. I went into the bathroom and started the shower, but immediately came back out. My curiosity got the better of me. In many ways, I wanted to watch them make love right there. I stared at them. They were just sitting there watching TV. “You all right Carrie?” Amy asked. “There was a spider in the shower. I’m washing it down the drain.” It was the first thing I could think of. I couldn’t really say I was hoping to see you plunging your tongue deep into Steph’s pussy until she explodes like a Fourth of July firework. Could I? Lisa came back in and told me to hurry up. “The bus for the tour is already down there, and they are waiting on us.”
I went back in and took a quick shower. Getting myself off at Sara’s only heightened my arousal. Seeing Steph and Amy together really made it worse. I wanted release, but how. I knew one thing, though. There was no way I could get drunk on the drunk tour. Steph was looking to take advantage of Amy. In my current state, I might not even have to get that drunk to be taken advantage of. Lisa came back in the bathroom to hurry me up. I calmed down a little bit rushing to get my hair dry.
We got on the brightly painted converted school bus, and the party had already started. While they were waiting on me they had been passing out shots of rum as quickly as the scantily clad waitress could pour them. There were more guests on the bus than I had seen the whole time we were at the resort. It turns out this was true. Our resort didn’t really do the drunk tour anymore. They listed it as an option, but the tour was really operated by one of their sister resorts. Brian told me later that our resort catered to a little older less wild party crowd and the one with the tour was more for the spring breakers.
Because it was a different resort we were the only ones nude. From the clapping and yells, I thought I was at a rock concert when we climbed on board. The honeymoon couple was on the tour with us, but both were wearing swimsuits. Lisa had on a halter-top and shorts and Steph was fully covered in the sundress she wore earlier. All the guys thought we were the entertainment. All the girls thought we were sluts. There were few seats left available. Amy and Steph were able to get a seat together, close to the front. But, I didn’t want to sit alone. The guys seated all but fell over themselves giving up their seats for Lisa and I. We did manage to get a bench near the back. The only problem was we had to walk through the bus to get back there. I had resigned myself that just by going on the tour I was going to get felt up. I had just hoped that I had the chance to get a few drinks in me first.
We started to make our way through the raucous aisle, which seemed to narrow with walls of hands, as we got further back. That was until some of the guys up front started to fondle Amy. She stood up and screamed at the guy. “What the fuck do you think your doing?” Everyone quieted down for a second to see what happened. Steph stood up and although Amy needed no protection stopped everything in its tracks. “Sorry boys,” she yelled. “This pussycat is mine.” She grabbed a handful of Amy’s breast with one hand and petted Amy’s crotch with the other. Then turned her and gave her a long kiss. Turning back to the throng, she said. “If you mother fuckers have a problem with that I’ll rip off your cocks and cram the bloody end down your throats. And by the way, my friend Lisa’s pet slut back there shouldn’t be fucked with either or she’ll fuck you up and when she’s though I’ll take my turn.” Lisa seemed to enjoy the promotion and played it up for the guys close by. “Sit slut.” She said. After I had sat down she stroked my hair near my ear saying. “That’s a good pussy.” I later whispered to her. “If you expect me to meow, you’re fucking crazy.” She laughed just like cats always have their own mind.
The party died down for a long time after that. It picked back up as we got closer to the park where they do the activities, but nobody even acknowledged we were there after that, not even the shot girl. We still got a lot of stares, but not a word and absolutely not a single attempt on a free grab. The bus pulled up to a grassy area where tables and booths set up by alcohol vendors and sponsors distributed shirts, samples, and other freebies. We waited until everyone else had run off the bus, eager to be the first in the lines.
The honeymoon couple followed us out. “I never realized you were her submissive when we were on that dive. You came to her defense so quickly. So, I guess that makes sense.” Steph looked at her then back the revelers a good fifty yards away. “She’s not really. Amy and I are close, but not in an S & M way. And, definitely not those two.” She added pointing to us. “I once had a pretty domineering girlfriend though, and I picked up a few things from her. I knew it would shut them up, but after the booze really kicks in they’ll probably come back around.” Steph said watching three guys drool all over themselves looking back at us.
“I don’t know.” The man said. “They’re no different than any other frat house keg party crowd I’ve ever seen. They’ll go for the easy ones. That blonde over there for example, she’s all but wasted already. Either way, you girls better be on your toes. Some of them might get drunk enough to think they got a shot in hell. And if they smell blood in the water…” His wife looked at Steph. “If Mark doesn’t object, and I doubt he will, do you mind if we hang with you guys? My name is Jen.” She said sticking her hand out to Amy. “I doubt we’ll need your husband’s protection.” Amy told her. “No, no, I was hoping you guys could watch out for us. You know safety in numbers. I saw how she”, pointing at me, “handled those guys on the boat, and the one that got fresh with you will probably be scared to give his own mother a hug. After all being force fed your own penis is a pretty scary proposition.”
“Here kitty,
kitty, kitty, let’s get in there before they drink it all.” Lisa said.
“You’re not going to let that go are you?” “That guy over there has a better chance of
getting laid than that.” She
answered. Adding, “there’s not a chance
in hell.” It was funny though to watch
the crowd split like the
For as much as I said I wouldn’t get drunk on the drunk tour. It went out the window pretty quickly. We didn’t eat lunch and by the third or fourth glass of that punch, we were all trashed. They even eventually got games going, and we even played them. We won the orange under the neck pass game only because everyone else was to busy watching Amy and I instead of focusing on their own partners. We won large plush stuffed boa constrictor snakes with a beer maker’s logo for spots. Although I don’t know what happened to them. We only made it home with one. There were a few moments where somebody would brush against me or steady themselves by holding on to me. But none were intentional and had we been in suits totally innocuous. Mark even convinced Jen to enter the wet t contest. They wouldn’t let us enter. Some of the girls complained that it wouldn’t be fair. Jen placed fourth or fifth. She might have done better, but she refused to take the shirt off. Funny how the girl that complained we were naked ended up stripping on stage anyway. The bitch ended up winning, but the fact we convinced Jen not to put her top back on under the wet t was an unexpected bonus.
The party fizzled out after the wet t contest. Everyone was drunk already anyway. It was really over when they ran out of beer. The bus came about an hour after that. I would imagine that after years of daily parties running out of booze was a planned thing. Even though most of the people weren’t very happy about it. Everyone loaded up onto the bus fairly quietly. We may have been the only ones who started the party naked, but we sure were not the only ones who finished it that way. There were scattered pieces of clothing all over the ground, and for every shirt, swimsuit, and pair of shorts left behind was someone going home without it. I thought back to the suit I had lost last time. I’ll bet they have a collection larger than the beach shack club. With at least a third of the bus now missing at least some clothes, no one even cared about us anymore.
We were still buzzing pretty hard when we got back to the resort. None of us wanted the party to totally end. So, we ordered room service and opened a new bottle of rum. Steph stripped off her dress upon entering the room. She and Amy were all over each other back at the party. They were really hot and heavy when we got back. It was pretty incredible. I even saw Lisa, who had admonished Amy for playing with herself just a few days earlier, mindlessly rubbing her breasts and crotch through her clothes. They settled down as soon as the food got there, but there was a lot of playing while they ate.
Krista and Sara came up shortly after the food. They were carrying three large bags of assorted costume materials. We had kicked around a few ideas of what to wear the previous night, but no one had settled on anything. Krista, seeing that all, but Lisa were naked took off her clothes as well. Stating as she pulled off her bra, I hate those damn things. She wore no panties, and as she pulled off her shorts, Amy noticed her haircut. Lo doesn’t like it completely bald. She said. Just a little strip will do.
Krista dumped out the bags in the middle of the floor. “Ok,” she said, “here are the rules. This is a costume party. Showing as much skin as possible is highly encouraged. But, in order to get in, you have to be easily recognizable to what you are portraying, and at least to start, your nipples and vaginal area have to be covered, by something. Plus there is a 500-dollar prize for best costume. Lastly, Lo works at this resort. So as a bonus, family members and their guests can come to some functions. But, please don’t do anything really crazy. It might get him in trouble.” “That doesn’t mean we can’t have fun though.” Sara said. Holding up a pair of devil horns.
We sorted though the materials, they had brought. All of it was pretty standard costume fare. There was a witch, devil, angel, cat, hooker, cop, and a few other cliché items. We rummaged through the stuff. Immediately, Amy and Steph decided to be the devil and angel. Amy got the devil horns headband and put them on. A veteran of this party, Krista had thought ahead and brought stickers, tape and other things to help be covered without being covered.
Amy found two large flame stickers and covered her nipples with them. She didn’t want to wear a sexy devil bottom. No clothes the rest of the trip she said. She took the tail off the costume g-string, took the arrowhead tip, and latex costume glued it right above her crotch. She dotted her left hip with the glue and then Steph helped place it around, stopping above her ass. It took a few tries, but after the glue dried it was on there rock-solid. Krista said. “That stuff is great. Just don’t get it wet. If you do it will come right off.”
Steph came out with her tiny one-piece suit. The little thing covered less than Amy’s get up. She put on the nylon angel wings and halo and in seconds she was ready to go. Krista picked up the witch’s hat. “But, you always go as a witch.” Sara told her. She handed Sara the witch’s hat and long sheer black gown. It was more see-thru than Steph’s other suit, but still fit in the rules. When asked about see-thru things, Krista laughed. “Hell, I’ve seen a people come as everything from shrink-wrap mummies to a guy in a clear plastic bag with Trojan written on it.” Lisa took the full on cat suit costume. “I should make you wear this, Kitty.” She said laughing. “But, it covers the most so I’m going to take it.”
Krista and I were the only ones left. I looked at the stuff. I didn’t want to be a hooker or cop. “Everybody will do that.” I said. I looked around for something else. That’s when I saw the stupid toy snake. I remembered that several people had begged me to go as Eve a few Halloweens ago. I took the snake and centered it over my shoulders, gluing its head to one nipple and its tail to the other. “That’s good.” Lisa said. “But, what about a bottom? I didn’t want to wear my suit bottom, and hadn’t brought any panties. “I got an idea.” Krista said. “I’ll be right back.”
She was gone for a few minutes. We finished eating. Well, drank more rum, while she was gone. She came back up with a stuffed toy horse and a large plant leaf. “Where did you get that?” Sara asked her. “The plant leaf I stole from the lobby, and I saw the horse in the gift shop. We’ll need to bring my purse back down to pay for it on the way out.” “I get the leaf.” I told her. “What’s the horse for?” “Me”, she answered. I took the leaf and glued it similar to Amy’s tail. Lisa handed me an apple to round out the costume. Everyone agreed it was perfect.
We still didn’t understand about the horse. Then, Krista took a pair of scissors and stabbed it. “What the hell?” Amy asked. Krista cut around the neck of the horse, until its head fell to the floor. “What are you going as the godfather?” Sara joked. After fixing the stuffing a little bit, still not saying a word, she took the horse head and glued around her pussy. “I hope I don’t have to pee.” She said. She picked up the long witch wig and glued a few strands to her nipples. “Lady Godiva,” Steph said. “It’s Godiva. She stripped to protest her husband’s taxes.” “Its cool and all, but why’d you kill the horse?” Sara joked tossing stuffing at her. “Stop,” Krista said. “Your going to get it stuck in the glue.”
The look on the gift shop clerks face was priceless. I wish we had a camera with us. It was difficult climbing into Sara’s truck, especially Krista who looked like she was giving birth to a horse. Amy and I had to sit abnormally to keep from messing up our costumes. We never stopped drinking after the earlier tour. So, of course this was a lot funnier to us at the time than it really was. Particularly the crude jokes about, Krista, Lo and horses. The party was at a resort known for its debauchery. It was everything I’d ever heard about it. Hell, half the staff was naked or partially clothed, not to mention the guests. Krista was well known there and we walked straight through the lobby and to the pool area. Two large shirtless men opened the double doors and we stepped into a different world.
The party was pretty slow, as it was still early. But, it crowded up fairly quickly after the sun went all the way down. I looked around at the other costumes. I was glad I didn’t pick the hooker. There must have been half a dozen of them and twice as many cops. But, there were not nearly as many of them as there were people with sheet togas, and nurses. Fredrick’s must have sold a bunch of the nurse’s outfits. There were not enough patients on the entire island to need that many nurses. There was a DJ and a small dance floor, though not many dancers. Krista led us to a table in the back corner. This looks like a good spot. She left us and went to talk to a Speedo clad waiter, then onto several other guests she knew. The waiter came to us with and took our drink order.
It was fun to look at all the other people. The pant less Ben Franklin really stood out. He had on the full top half, looking exactly like a hundred dollar bill. But, below his jacket line was only a large strategically placed feather pen. Another good one was a couple in huge foam balls. Brightly painted pink with a nipple in the center of each one. Needless to say they looked better standing next to each other. There is no telling how they got them on a plane. It was clear that the guests had spent a lot of time and money on their costumes, likely bringing real costume shop garb from back home.
Eventually the party really got started. I had been nervous about our costumes when we first got there. My leaf did not come off after dancing a little bit and drinking a whole lot. I started having a really good time about half way through. The soft fur of the snake glued to my nipples seemed to tickle me with every step. The leaf brushed a lot of the right places, as well. It seemed no matter which way I moved the one side or the other would dance over nerve endings high inside my thigh. I was glad Lisa took the cat suit, though. It started getting really hot inside that vinyl outfit. I doubt it would have fit me anyway. After a few people started shedding pieces of their costumes, Lisa asked Krista if it would be alright to take the suit off. She put it back on for the costume contest, but for the most part spent the rest of the party in her bra and panties.
We all entered the costume contest, but none of us won. Krista did make it to a later cut than the rest of us, but the big prizes all went to the more professional costumes. We really didn’t care anyway. I was very drunk, and am pretty sure the others were as well. Not long after the contest the party started getting pretty wild. With the chance for prizes over, there were more than just the people with the more bulky costumes stripping down to underwear, if they had any on. My leaf was driving me nuts, too. Krista had long removed the horse. So, eventually, I went to the bathroom and took the leaf and the snake off. There were more people at least half naked than not at that point, and no one but Amy even commented on it, and only because she was ready to ditch the devil tail. This place catered to a lifestyle a little beyond than just nudist crowd. It got very depraved very quickly.
Concerned about what Krista had told us about this being Lo’s workplace, Steph asked if what we were seeing fell under the “don’t do anything really crazy” category. “A little”, Krista answered, “but not really.” “What she meant”, Sara added, “is don’t go gang bang twelve guys in the center of the dance floor. And trust me we stay here long enough, we’ll probably see that.” Krista said. “It’s all right to do that, if you’re a guest.” “Well, I doubt that will be a problem with me, guest or not.” Steph laughed.
We did get a little wilder as the night went on, though. A topless woman came by carrying a tray with a bottle of cinnamon schnapps and small packets of sugar and butter. Thinking I didn’t hear her right I asked the waitress to repeat herself. “Would you like a buttery nipple?” “Yes, she would.” Amy told her, and handed her a fifty-dollar bill. “We all would.” The girl took a butter packet, spread it all over her nipple, and then topped it with sugar. She poured a shot into her own mouth and then just looked at me. I just stared back at her confused. Amy pushed me aside. “Here like this.” She said. She took the nipple and sucked it clean. Then reached up and kissed the girl, letting the schnapps fall in her mouth and down her breasts. She finished by returning to the nipple and licking any remaining traces of sugar and butter off. “Goddamn, that’s hot.” She said coming back up.
It wasn’t just the cinnamon schnapps that was hot. After watching Steph do it, and then Sara, I took my turn. Surprisingly, watching the others I was so horny I went for it without even thinking. Lisa went next. It was fucking wild. Krista went last. Before she went she whispered something to the shot girl. The girl smiled, buttered her nipples like before, but then unsnapped her pleated skirt and let it fall to the ground. Krista gently licked the mixture off the nipple. Then she dropped to her knees and extended her tongue up against the smooth pussy above her. The girl took the shot into her mouth and let it dribble out between her breasts, down her flat stomach and further down to Krista’s waiting mouth. If I wasn’t hot before, I was wicked hot after she did that. My nipples were so hard they hurt. “I would think that would qualify as crazy.” Steph said, the first to pick her jaw up off the floor.
Lisa decided it was time to go after that. Since we were all drinking, we had arranged before hand that that we would take a cab home, and Krista and Sara would ride home with Lo after he got off work. We thanked them for taking us to the party, and agreed to meet each other for lunch on the beach. There were three cabs at the front of the resort. After seeing us, all three swore that they were the cab we requested. We picked the one who said had air conditioning. He didn’t. It was very cramped in the back of the car. Lisa and Steph sat by the windows. Amy was in the middle. I sat on part of both Amy and Steph’s lap. From what I could see in the rearview mirror I was giving the driver one hell of a view. So much so, we had to tell him to look at the road several times. But we were so drunk we didn’t care.
Steph reached over and started kissing Amy. Then she whispered something to her. Both of them took my legs with one hand. They spread them wide open. Amy reached over and gently rubbed the outer folds of my pussy. After a few seconds of resistance I gave in, and when Steph’s fingers joined Amy’s it was all over. I screamed so hard the car next to us looked over. The cab driver was so impressed he didn’t even charge us.
I’ll stop there. Everyone knows sex is where I draw the line. And everybody knows what happened the rest of the night after we got to the room. Everyone has seen porno flicks. So imagining it will probably be better than the real thing. I will say this it was fucking incredible. I had more orgasms in a few hours than I had in months. In the movies though, it’s more choreographed and looks a lot more comfortable. It was a lot like twister, and eventually Amy and Steph left Lisa and I to the bed and went into the living room. Lisa and I spent the rest of the night trying to keep them up like they had done to me the previous night. All I can say is oh my God it was good.
Day 5: Friday
It was very late in the morning when I woke up. Lisa was still asleep as well. I lay there for a while nursing my hangover and every muscle in my sore body. I heard someone stirring in the front room. The combination of the pervious night and the fact that it was the first time I wasn’t sleeping on the fold out couch made me want to stay in bed all day. But, I wasn’t going back to sleep and I didn’t want to wake Lisa. I bent over and kissed her naked breast and got up.
Amy was still asleep, but Steph was out on the balcony drinking a cup of coffee. I slid outside and sat down next to her. “You want part of my blanket?” She asked. I pulled my chair next to hers, and she stood up, unwrapped the blanket from around her nude body and handed me a corner. “It’s a little chilly out here”. She said then asked how I was doing. I told her, good. “Please don’t be upset with me.” She said. “It was all my idea. You know, back in the cab.” She added. “Why would I be upset?” I asked her. “I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to do. I’m just fine I told her. This place has a way of opening up new experiences. Just add that on to it.”
She looked at me and smiled. “You’re really amazing. Just like that, bam you’re completely calm. I spent months after the first time I was with a woman questioning myself. You don’t even spend five minutes thinking about it and you’re like, ok what’s next?” “It wasn’t something I feel bad about.” I told her. “I’d even think about doing it again sober. I really care for Lisa. I doubt this will change our relationship. If anything it might take it further. But I don’t spend time with regret and analyzing everything I do, and I’m not about to start now.” I said.
She reached over and hugged me. “Good, I was so worried you would be pissed off at me. I just thought after you masturbated at Sara’s that you’d be a little more open to things than I had thought. So, at the party I came up with an idea. Lisa and Amy thought it was a great idea. I figured you’d let us do it in the cab and that would be that. But, once upstairs, things didn’t slow down. Well, I just thought…” “Stop,” I told her. “It’s all right. I’m going to go take a shower. It’s almost noon, and Krista and Sara are supposed to come by. If the others wake up, tell them I’m fine. So they wont be hovering hens all day.” “Thanks for being so cool, Carrie.” She told me. “Believe me,” I said as I opened the door, “the pleasure was all mine. I should be thanking you.”
I stood in the shower and let the water wash over me. I had put on a brave front for Steph. We had pushed her to try new things I couldn’t be mad at her for pushing me. But still, I was analyzing the events after the party, before the party, hell the whole week. How would it change my relationship with Lisa? How would it change relationships back home? What did Lisa think about what happened? Would Amy ever let me live it down or would she bring it up to everybody? I feel so deeply for Lisa, does she feel the same as me? As quickly as I tried to answer a question another would pop into my head.
Over and over again my mind was running as fast as the water down the drain. So much so, that I didn’t hear the door open. I about hit the ceiling when I felt an arm reach around from behind me and then a pair of breasts pressed against my back. After I sucked all the air out of the room, I realized it was Lisa. I turned around and kissed her. Without saying a word, we washed each other, and my worries started washing down the drain. We’d talk it all out later, back home, but at that moment, I knew she loved me as much as I loved her. We made love again in the bathroom, stopping only when Amy knocked on the door saying that Krista and Sara were downstairs waiting for us.
We walked out
of the bathroom, and Krista and Sara were sitting on the couch. “I figured you guys would be in there all
day.” Amy said. Not that everyone already knew what was
going on, I shot her a look to shut it.
She immediately got it and said; “well, we ready to go down to the
beach?” Krista stood up and stripped,
followed by Sara. Still wearing only her
towel from the shower, Lisa said. “I’m
ready.” “What about your suit?” I asked.
“You’re going to win the challenge anyway. Besides,” she added, “everyone seen me with
out it, and after being topless all week there is not much point to it is
there?” Steph looked at the rest of
us. “Well, I’m not going to be the only
one. Damn, Romans.” “What?”
Amy asked. “You know when in
We all but stopped traffic as we walked through the lobby and out onto the beach. We sunned ourselves and had them bring us out lunch and drinks. Later in the afternoon, a group of guys were playing football on the beach. We decided to take them on four on four. They were very eager to accept the challenge. I had always wanted to play basketball nude, but trust me football was more fun than I ever expected. Steph and Sara rotated, to keep the teams even. The guys wanted to split the teams up, but Amy insisted on girls vs. guys. “We’ll go shirts vs. skins.” She said. “I think we’ll be skins. That is unless you guys want to strip.” Their answer was immediate and unanimous, no that’s all right.
They agreed
that it would be two hand touch, and that they would try to keep it
respectable. Lisa decided to be
ref. She told them that if she penalized
the guys for bad behavior. One of them would have to give up their swim
trunks. “That ought to keep you honest.” She said.
They agreed to the rule stipulation.
Hell at that point, I think they would have agreed to anything. We used chairs and a line drawn in the sand
to mark off a short field with the shore open to knee level. The guys let us take the ball first, and the
beach bowl was on.
Immediately in the first huddle, Krista and Amy decided that regardless of score, getting all four pair of shorts would be a victory. Steph said she had played powder puff once when she was on the cheerleading squad. She would be the quarterback. Amy hiked her the ball. It was a shame none of the guys were standing where I was, but I’m sure they were getting a good enough view. Steph threw the ball to Krista. The guy, Jason I think, guarding her was very respectful after she caught it. He started to grab her hip. She turned and his hand brushed her pussy. He jerked back his hands like it was a hot stove. She laughed and ran the rest of the way uncontested to the end zone. He even apologized to her as she celebrated the touchdown.
The guys got the ball next. Unlike them, however, we were not afraid of contact. The first short pass was met by a tackle by three of us. After an interception by Amy followed by a quick touchdown, the guys started realizing that we were not just playing a soft game of toss the ball. When Sara came in and nailed one of them just as he was reaching the end zone, they knew it.
Steph came back in and threw the ball to me. Seconds behind the ball, a pair of hands grabbed at the ball but missed and all but tore my breast off my chest. It hurt like hell. I dropped the ball and the guy picked it up. Lisa came rushing in trying her best to whistle. Penalty she yelled. Impersonating a ref, she stood there. After review of the play, fumble by Carrie, unnecessary roughness on David, and loss of shorts by David, five-yard penalty, and first down. We were upset by the loss of the ball. They guys protested the penalty saying that we had tackled earlier. “If you don’t like my calls,” Lisa said. “I can always call the game.” They looked at her, then us, then each other. One of them lightly backhanded David in the chest. “Give them up man.” He reluctantly untied the shorts and handed them to Lisa.
The game settled down a lot after that. The guys didn’t want to loose their shorts, and it really became four against three with David more focused on playing naked than the game. He didn’t catch a pass after that. We scored two other touchdowns fairly easily. It wasn’t all great though. The sand was a real problem. After we got sweaty, it was all over us, and it has a tendency to get in the smallest and most delicate places. The guys scored, and as soon as we got the ball back we ended up giving them another touchdown after Krista tipped an arrant pass into, what his friends started calling him, Naked Dave’s hands.
We played for a little longer, and the guys scored another time. But, apparently the real action wasn’t on the field. Four girls nicely dressed, in fairly formal clothes stormed out of the lobby area and down onto the beach. One of them wasn’t even out on the sand yet, but you could hear her bitching. “Our rehearsal is in less than two hours and when I come down to check on the dinner preparations, he’s out there playing football with a bunch of naked sluts. What in the fucking hell are you doing?” The banshee screamed at one of the guys whose name I never got. “I just…” He never finished his sentence. The naked sluts comment riled us up. But her tirade really pissed us off. She went on and on about her mother, coming down here to get married, not telling her it was a nudist resort.
We were starting to get pretty pissed at her. Then she looked at us just standing there bewildered. “I can’t even blame them.” She said pointing at us. “There allowed to be like that, but what are you doing with them.” She started to cry. Then she dried her eyes. One of the other girls tried to comfort her. “No it’s fine.” She said. “Think of it this way. You guys just had your bachelor party. So, while me and the bridesmaids were going to be working on floral arrangements all night, tonight while you lived it up at some strip club. Now, we’re going to party and you can take care of the flowers. It’s only fair, since you’ve already had your fun. And those flowers better look damn good, or I’ll leave you on this miserably hot island and you can stay and play football with your new friends.” She turned and started walking back up to the lobby. “You guys got forty-five minutes to shower and get down for rehearsal. And, Dave, find your fucking pants.”
The guys thanked us for a good game, and marched upstairs with their heads hung pretty low. “Well, I hope the honeymoon is better than the wedding.” Krista joked. “They’re getting off to a pretty rocky start.” I told them. “You know what though?” Lisa asked. “She handled it a hell of a lot better than I would have.” “She better be glad she didn’t start going off on us.” Amy added. “I would have kicked her ass. Those wedding pictures wouldn’t have looked so good with a black eye.” We sat back down at the beach chairs, and ordered drinks. After relaxing for a few minutes, I realized that we had won. We toasted our victory with frozen rum drinks and a good laugh at Naked Dave.
We started getting a little pink, and even after swimming the sand was really bothering me. We didn’t want to go though the lobby. The wedding rehearsal was in full swing by the pool area, and we would have had to walk though the middle of it to get upstairs. We discussed it for a while, and decided to walk to Krista’s. “You guys can shower at my place, but then I’ve got to go to work.” “What about your clothes and car?” I asked. “I’ll get Allen to pick me up at Krista’s. What’s the code to your room door? I’ll just grab them when I get the car. That is unless; you guys want to ride back with me.” It was nice out and we decided that we would walk back.
Krista showered and dressed first, as she was running late already. The rest of us hung out by her pool. She told us we were welcome to anything in the house, and hugged us all saying that she wished we all lived down here. Amy told her that she needed to come back up to the states. She said she’d look us up when she came up to see her family, but not until it was much warmer. We thanked her for everything. She left saying we were the coolest people she had ever met. We showered and waited for Allen to come by. Saying goodbye to both and wishing them well, they drove back to the resort and home.
The sun was starting to beautifully set as we set out back to the resort. Lisa and I had mostly the same conversation I had with Steph earlier. It set her mind at ease about a lot of things I imagine she had running around in her head. We agreed to go with the flow, and work all the other stuff out back home. I wasn’t going to stop seeing my boyfriend, but he was going to have to accept some things without expectations and understand a new direction my life was taking or hit the bricks.
Almost completely set, we sat and watched the sun fade into the ocean. I leaned back into Lisa’s arms. Amy did the same to Steph and we sat silently enjoying each other’s closeness, and the beauty of the sky and sun reflecting off the water. I thought more about having to go home, how much I had changed on the last trip, how much I had changed on this one, and how much I liked the changes. I sat back taking in all the warmth around me. I was calmed by the feelings of Lisa’s body against mine, her soft breath above my ear, and yes even her moist folds against my back. It was a perfect ending to a perfect vacation.
Dusk turned to twilight before any of us spoke. After that there just wasn’t much to say. It seemed time stopped for a few minutes and let us hang around with it. We walked back to the resort, taking the long way around not knowing if the wedding party was still taking place. Once back in the room Steph handed everyone a beer. “There are still ten of them left.” She said. “We’d better get busy. We can’t take them with us.” We sat on the couch really watching TV for the first time since being there. We watched the weather and packed the suitcases for the early flight, leaving out only what we were planning on wearing home. I realized as I folded my sweatshirt and jeans that I had been nude for well over 48 hours. It was the longest I had gone, and I still had until 9 the next morning to go.
After we finished off the remaining beer and alcohol we had in the room, none of us were drunk, but none of us wanted to party nearly as hard as the previous night either. We decided to go down, eat dinner on the patio, and hang out at the swim up bar in the pool. We called down to make reservations at the resort’s luxury restaurant, and to ensure they were ok with us being nude. After showering again, sitting on the sand negated the shower at Krista’s, and fixing up all our hair and makeup, we were ready to go.
The wedding rehearsal dinner was in the same place, but I only saw Naked Dave as we walked through. He was wearing clothes, but was pretty surprised to see that we still weren’t. The hostess sat us at a table out on the patio that gave us a nice view of the pool area and beach. I had eaten at this place before topless, but for lunch and not completely naked. Lisa remembered the waitress who dumped a salad all over my breasts. She was still there, but not in our section. Our waiter was courteous and seemed to not even notice our state of dress. Always making eye contact and remaining professional even when set down the bread and was eye level with Amy’s chest.
As we waited for our drinks, the hostess led Jen and Mark to a table not to far from us. They were both wearing nothing but deep tan lines. Which drew way more attention to the fact that they had nothing on than when we walked in. Nobody seemed to even notice us when we walked in, but conversation stopped when they did. After they were seated Jen came over to our table. “I just have to tell you guys. We decided to try this all out after yesterday. I mean you guys seemed so comfortable and all. So, I convinced Mark to go naked today, and this has been the best day of our entire honeymoon. It’s just a shame we have to go home in a few days. If I had been brave enough to try this on the first day. Well, then again, if I had we might not have left the suite. Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for giving me the courage.” We smiled and told her it was nothing. Really it was nothing. We weren’t doing anything for her benefit, but what can you say.
We drank a bottle of their finest wine and ate the most expensive things we could order. Up to that point, we really hadn’t taken advantage of the free food passes the hotel had given me, but this meal more than made up for it. We even ordered another bottle of wine with desert. It must have been ok, though. The waiter said nothing when he handed me the voucher to sign. We sat there for a long time, laughing and joking about all we had done over the week. No one wanted to go anywhere, but after the second time the waiter filled our already full water glasses we figured they needed the table for someone else.
We went down to the swim up bar, and got stools in the water. Mark and Jen joined us out there for a few minutes for a nightcap. Mark was having a hard time. They were pretty wrapped up in themselves anyway. They left soon after finishing their drinks. I’m sure to take care of that hard time. We stayed out there until the bar closed and our feet were so shriveled we couldn’t walk. At least that’s the excuse Steph gave for having to be helped upstairs, by Amy and I.
She and Amy told us goodnight around midnight, and went to the bedroom. Lisa and I finished one last drink and lay down on the couch. The previous night was wild, and in the shower was heated and quick. This time we as we started kissing, it was passionate and soft, gently caressing each other as we did. We spent hours tenderly exploring each other’s bodies, until we finally fell asleep exhausted.
Day 6: Saturday:
The wake up call placed the previous night woke me still in Lisa’s arms. We didn’t have any packing to do, but the bus to the airport left pretty early. I let the others get ready, and went down to the beach remembering the last day, last time. I did the same thing as before, swimming out into the warm water wishing I could be like Krista and just live down here. But, reality and bills made that impossible. I was letting the sun dry me, when Lisa came down to me. She was still naked as well, but she held her suit bottom in her hand. “You’re not planning on wearing that are you?” I asked.
“No.” she answered. “My suit is on my bed at home, and if I ever go anyplace acceptable for me to wear this, well, I’m probably not going to wear anything anyway. They’ve brought our luggage down already. You need to go get cleaned up. But, before you do, help me give this thing a proper send off.” She held the suit like a slingshot, and I pulled one end of the elastic string as far as I could behind her shoulder. “Ready?” I asked. She nodded and I let go. It flew about five inches, and landed at her feet. “Oh well” she said, and turned around, letting the waves pick it up and carry it along the beach.
We all stood in a circle after my shower looking at our clothes. No one was sure who would move first. Slowly and reluctantly we all got dressed, some of us more than others. Amy as usual was the wildest. To go home she chose her thigh strap stilettos, a black leather mini skirt that barely covered her bare ass and a black tank top of a national chicken wing chain, cut just below her breasts. She topped it all off with a black leather biker jacket and dark sunglasses. “What, are you going to another costume party?” Steph joked. I put on my jeans, but left my sweatshirt off, until we got all the way to the airport. Amy was jealous that I still hadn’t gotten dressed.
Lisa suggested
that Amy wear only her coat, but we figured security might have something to
say about that when she took it off to send it through the metal detector. The flight back to the states was uneventful. We had a layover in
We touched down
to well below freezing temps and about a foot more of new snow. Even in the ramp from the plane, it was
cold. We got out of the airport and onto
the parking lot shuttle to find a sea of frozen cars. Steph remembered where we parked and the bus
driver took us to very close to where the car was. The same guys from
As they were working on the windshield, the bus driver got a call on the radio and then told us that he couldn’t wait any longer. Amy’s car was starting to warm up. So, we dashed for it and got inside. What a shock from being in 80-degree temperatures in the morning to 20 in the afternoon. We sat there a little longer and the guys finished. Amy took off her coat, tilted the steering wheel up to pull off her skirt, and took off her shirt. Wearing stiletto heels and nothing else, she got out of the car and walked all the way around the back. Then calmly walked to the front of the car, where the guys were standing and gave each one a kiss on the cheek. She got her jacket off the seat and put it on, sat down, put the car in reverse, blew the guys a last kiss and drove out of the lot. They were amazed. The parking attendant was blown away. We just thought it was funny.
Amy and I dropped off Lisa and Steph. Then headed for home. Amy and Steph have gotten a pretty good relationship going. We’ll have to see about Lisa and I. An old friend used to say. “Friends are friends. Pals are pals. But, buddies sleep together.” I’ll defiantly say we’re still buddies. Amy didn’t wear anything but her coat the whole way back. We had the heater on full blast, and I thought about joining her, but didn’t. Lisa later suggested I do a coat dare for the site. She wants me to drive all the way to her house wearing nothing but a coat. I might just surprise her one weekend.
The End
The author doesn’t want me to publish his
email address but he has hinted at writing some more stories if people like his
story. I already told him not to expect
me to live out the story but the idea of
a mice warm vacation to the
Carrie
Carrie1p@hotmail.com