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My wife Amy and I wrote this. It is her story, I simply did the typing and 
editing as she doesn't feel comfortable in front of a computer. Please do 
not repost without contacting me first.  If you are forbidden from reading 
works with sexual content, either due to age or by law, please do not 
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We hope you enjoyed this. If you got off while reading this, please let us 
know! You can reach me at plumplvr <at> gmail.com or Amy at bbwamy <at> 
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I read a story about two ladies who were riding in an open top Jeep. They 
started stripping and letting their clothes blow away in the wind, 
masturbating as they rode down the road. By the time they pulled into the 
driveway they were buck naked.

For various reasons I've hesitated telling this tale before, but I think I'm 
finally ready to tell my own story. It turned out to be a bit long, but I 
felt like I had to get the whole thing off my chest.

My best friend in college was a gal named... well I'll call her Sandy. She 
was a knockout, always looked great. We lost touch, then about 15 years ago 
hooked back up. She had a friend with a place on the beach, wanted to meet 
me there for a weekend of wild fun. I badly needed a break so readily 
agreed, it was a good location as it was only a two hour drive for each of 
us. Meet in the middle kind of thing.

Saturday morning came, and I followed her directions. The "place" was an 
older trailer in a really rural area, despite being right on the coast. It 
was rather tiny, only one bedroom with a big bed, a living room, one 
bathroom and tiny kitchen. The lot was great though, a big privacy fence 
closed off the back yard, with a rear gate that led over a sand dune to the 
beach.

It was great to see Sandy again, she'd put on a few extra pounds but so had 
I, her hips had widened some but she still looked hot as ever. Her boobs 
were as big as mine, DD, and she looked like she had a nice tan. We hugged, 
then decided to go shopping. After a fine lunch we returned to the trailer, 
changed into our swimsuits and hit the private beach.

I remember my suit, it was one of my favorites, a shiny red one piece. A 
neck strap descended into panels that nicely showed off my tits. When they 
were perky they clearly poked out from the thin material. It was a bit high 
cut, showed off a bit more of my chubby ass than I would have liked but oh 
well. Sandy's suit though...

It was a two piece, orange in color, a nice compliment to her reddish hair. 
The top was tiny, barely covered her nipples much less her tits. The bottom 
was equally skimpy, it was nearly a thong it showed off so much of her butt. 
I recall saying something to her, she replied with the classic "Hey, if you 
got it flaunt it!" She always was wild, we nick named her the "wild child" 
in college because she'd do just about anything.

We alternated between baking in the sun and splashing in the surf. Very few 
people around, but the few that did stroll buy gave us appreciative looks. I 
couldn't help but notice the tents that formed in the pants of several guys 
who walked by.

Once it got dark we returned to the trailer. We weren't overly hungry so I 
popped a frozen pizza in the oven and Sandy popped open a bottle of wine. As 
dinner, and the bottle of wine, were finished off Sandy suggested going to a 
bar she knew of. "It's about an hour drive, but it is a GREAT place." she 
told me. I'm normally not a bar person, but was buzzing just enough from the 
wine to agree.

I should have been alert to trouble though when I said "let's go change" and 
she said "We can just go in our suits, it's near the beach and lots of girls 
do it. Just grab a wrap and let's go." So off we went, me with a white wrap 
around my hips, Sandy with a green one.

We drove for an hour down a lonely country road. It was long, straight and 
boring, fortunately Sandy seemed to know where she was going. The parking 
lot looked pretty busy when we got there, and I was shocked when we entered. 
On stage a hunky naked guy was dancing to very loud music. An audience of 
women were going nuts.

"Sandy!" I whispered. Well as much as you can whisper in a noisy place like 
that. "It's a strip club!"

"Yeah, great ain't it!" She started to go toward the front, but I diverted 
her to a table near the back in a dark secluded place. Sandy ordered some 
sort of fruity red drink, I got one in what turned out to be an endless 
supply of Pina Coladas.

As the evening wore on I began to loosen up, probably due to the drinks 
Sandy kept buying for us. The audience began to thin out quite a bit too, 
while there were still quite a few ladies there it was no longer packed. 
Maybe ten or fifteen other gals in the place besides us.

I recall the announcer coming on the PA. "OK ladies, it's 1 am, the wild 
hour. Time to let it all hang out! Let's all go wild!" Now several male 
dancers came to the stage, a few moved into the audience as well. That's 
when it really got crazy.

"Sandy! Look down there, that girl dancing with that guy is taking off her 
clothes! Shit there goes another one."

"Yeah, hot ain't it? You wanna go down there?"

Even in my inebriated state I was still inhibited, and declined. I can't 
deny though it was all turning me on. Girls were dancing with the guys, 
openly grabbing their asses and dicks. A few ladies were seated in the 
darker areas around the edge, like me and Sandy, and I'd swear the gal at 
the next table was fingering herself. One dancer in particular I thought was 
sexy, and my friend didn't fail to notice.

When "Last call" was announced, Sandy excused herself for a minute. I 
assumed she was going to the bathroom, but when she came back she said "Grab 
your drink and come with me, I got you a surprise." I wondered what she'd 
done, but didn't argue with her.

She led me down a side hallway, near the end the hunky dancer was standing 
beside an open door. "Hello ladies." he said in a deep, sexy voice.

Sandy walked up and slipped him something green, which I'd have sworn looked 
like a 100 dollar bill but I didn't take the time to ask. She whispered 
something to him, and hunky dancer guy got a BIG grin on his face. "No 
problem." he said. "Come on in."

"I got us a private dance to round out the evening." she giggled. The room 
was tiny, maybe three feet wide by five feet long tops. We sat on a pair of 
stools at one end while he stood at the other.

"Hello girls." he started. "This is your dance, for the next twenty minutes 
I'm all yours. Feel free to do anything you want, it'll be after closing in 
a few minutes so this is officially a private party. This door is locked 
from the outside, no one can enter, and the room is totally private. Normal 
rules don't apply, so feel free to... get comfortable and... enjoy 
yourselves."

He pressed a button on the wall. The lights dimmed to a reddish color, and 
the music blared from the overhead speaker. Hunky guy began dancing for us, 
and in no time was naked and waggling his sexy cock in our faces.

The dance was kind of a blur, I recall us up and dancing with him, and 
somehow our wraps had come off. I remember us grinding our bodies against 
his (we were acting like total sluts) and could feel his stiff rod against 
us. I do recall my swimsuit getting wedged up my butt crack and his cock 
rubbing all over my ass cheeks, and while I don't remember it he must have 
been playing with one of my boobs as I later found one of my tits was 
exposed.

When I sat back down I noticed both of Sandy's tits hanging out. He was 
dancing in front of her, his stiff meat waving around so she reached up and 
began tugging at it. I recall her grabbing my hand and making me give it a 
few pumps, but then I pulled back out of embarrassment.

About that time the music ended. He thanked us for being a great audience, 
gave us each a hug (brushing his glorious cock against us one more time) 
then exited. We straightened up, it was then I noticed I had a boob out so 
tucked it away and fished my suit out of my crack while Sandy repaired her 
own outfit. We fetched our wraps from the floor but didn't bother to put 
them back on.

Once in the hallway a bouncer showed us out a side exit, and in seconds we 
were in the mostly deserted parking lot, the place having closed already.

We tossed our wraps in the back seat of her old Delta 88, along with our 
sandals then climbed into the big bench seat in the front. "Wow!" Sandy 
burst out as she pulled out of the parking lot. "That was so fucking hot!"

"You know it sister. I thought his cock was going to explode all over us!" I 
told her, just as overwhelmed.

"I was hoping it would!" she told me with a bit of an evil laugh. She got 
the car up to a safe 40 miles an hour or so and set the cruise control. It 
would take longer to get back but much safer in our somewhat impaired 
condition. We weren't totally drunk by this point, or at least she wasn't, 
but better safe than sorry.

We sat in silence for a minute than I hear her blurt "Fuck it, I can't take 
it any more. Here, hang on to the wheel a second." She puts my hand on the 
steering wheel, then lets go. Sandy began squirming around, then I realized 
she was taking off her bikini bottoms! I leaned back as she took the wheel.

"What the hell..." I mumbled. She spread her legs and began fingering her 
pussy. Even in the dim light of the dashboard I could tell what she was up 
to.

"I told you I couldn't take it any more. I'm horny as hell and need to cum 
dammit!" She looked over at me, I guess I still had an astonished look. "Oh 
come off it, we've seen each other naked before. And you can't tell me that 
didn't turn you on, big time."

"Well..." was all I could mumble. My pussy was pretty wet. All of a sudden 
she reached over and put her hand between my legs. Sandy began rubbing my 
pussy through the fabric of my suit.

"Come on, don't you want to lose that suit and frig your clitty?"

Oh damn that felt good. I moaned, then I must of muttered something that 
sounded like a yes, because next thing I realize she says "Well come on 
then." She reached behind my neck and undid the tie on my suit. She managed 
to yank it down swiftly, exposing my perky breasts.

Giving in, I took over and pulled my red suit off the rest of the way, 
tossing it into the back with her bottoms. "OK then, fair is fair." I told 
her. I reached behind her and undid her top, moments later it joined her 
bottoms on the back seat floorboard.

Naked as the day we were born, we rode down the road playing with our 
pussies. We took turns orgasming, when she was ready I'd hold the wheel for 
her, then she'd listen as I had my orgasms. It was wild, I'm sure we both 
left huge wet spots on her seat, and if we'd have been stopped we'd have 
probably gotten in real deep shit. There was no way we could have reached 
our suits and covered back up.

Almost before I realized it we were pulling back into the driveway of our 
beach trailer. "C'mon I'll race you!" she told me. We jumped out of the car, 
still bare ass naked and ran for the front door. I don't think anyone was 
still up, but if they had been they'd have gotten a great view.

Once we got inside Sandy went to the fridge and opened another bottle of 
wine. "Damn haven't you had enough to drink?" I asked.

"Aw come on, just a nightcap to help us relax." Well relaxed we got, drunk 
again as well since she kept refilling our glasses. Somewhere along the way 
we decided we needed to shave our pussies, so we stumbled to the bathroom, 
broke out the shaving cream and somehow managed to shave each other bare 
without any cuts, and only one minor nick.

We rinsed off and tumbled into the bed, it had to be close to sun up by this 
point. In bed, Sandy spread her legs and began to rapidly rub her clitty. 
"Again?" I asked.

"I need just one more!" she said urgently. "Help me, please, hold me, tell 
me about the dancer." I thought it would be OK, so I wrapped my arms around 
her and snuggled up to her. I began whispering naughty things about what we 
could have done with the dancer. All the while I kept getting hornier and 
hornier myself.

Sandy let out a little squeal, her hips came up off the bed as she had a no 
holds barred cum. Excited myself now, I rolled onto my back and began 
rubbing my own cunt, my fingers dancing over my clit. Although I didn't ask, 
Sandy rolled over and held me, her naked flesh pressed against mine. Her 
lips were right next to my ear, and she even took the liberty of fondling my 
breasts.

When I came, I vaguely remember rolling my head to one side, then back to 
the other. All of a sudden we were kissing! As my orgasm slowed I rolled 
onto my side and we just held each other, our tongues going wild in each 
others mouths. I guess we must have passed out as that's the last thing I 
remember.

I guess we must have woke up about the same time. It was after lunch, and we 
were both lying on the bed still stark naked, the covers on the floor 
somewhere. "Oh shit." Sandy moaned. "My aching head."

I moaned in agreement. Opening my eyes and looking around I said "Uh, Sandy, 
what happened to our pubic hair?" She grabbed her own pussy, then looked at 
mine.

"Um... oh, didn't we like, shave or something?"

I shook my head. "I don't recall." At the time I didn't, it did come back to 
me later though. My stomach growled, so we stumbled to the kitchen (after a 
brief stop in the bathroom) and sat on the stools in the little breakfast 
bar. We proceeded to polish off a box of chocolate covered doughnuts, still 
naked.

I think we both felt a bit uncomfortable, as we ate in silence. Sandy stood 
up, and I rotated on my stool to do likewise when she stopped, turned and 
faced me. "Look," she began, "I think we probably got a little carried away 
last night. I hope you're OK though, you're my best friend and I don't want 
to fuck it up."

She moved a little closer, and wrapped her arms around my neck in a hug and 
gave me those puppy dog eyes she gives people when she wants to get her way. 
I melted, and told her we were good. We hugged each other, our naked bodies 
mashing together. I admit I can still feel the heat as her bare, shaved 
crotch pressed against my own.

We kissed, at first it was the traditional peck we used to give each other, 
but then we were swapping spit, her soft wet tongue probing my mouth and 
mine exploring hers. It was she who stopped it though, she broke off the 
kiss and said "I think we're doing it again."

"Yeah, I expect so." I agreed, and we stepped apart.

"I'll go our suits, what say we hit the beach for a bit?" She covered up 
with an old towel and retrieved our suits from the car, then we spent a few 
hours dozing on the sand in the hot sun.

All too soon it was time to leave. We took turns in the shower and dressed. 
Just as we were about to head out the door, Sandy stopped me. "We're still 
OK, right? Everythings good?"

"Absolutely, now give me a hug silly girl." We did, squeezing each other 
tight. When we kissed good bye it was a new kiss, different from the quick 
pecks we'd previously done growing up. But it wasn't the tongue diving kiss 
of lovers either. It was just a slow, soft, but long kiss, sensuous, yes 
that's the right word. Sensuous.

I'm happy to say we've seen each other a few more times over the years, and 
while we never again got wild and crazy, we still greet each other with that 
same kiss.





 

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