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To the reader: This story is a bit of a slow burn, it serves as a set to part 2 of the story. In the author's humble opinion, stories about human sexuality are more intense and gratifying when they are both believable and involve characters who have some emotional depth. Every day, people somewhere partake in what many would call extraordinary sexual adventures. How they came to it is as at least as interesting as what they do. This is a complete work of fiction. The characters are wholly made up, as is the premise of the story. However, the general nature of the sex scenes are somewhat consistent with some of the author's personal experiences although enhanced by poetic license. The resort where the story occurs is likewise fictitious but loosely based on the amalgamation of resorts which the author has visited. ***** Hi, my name is Tim. I consider myself an average guy. At age 52, the body is holding up okay. I try to keep in shape, but I will admit I'm a little bit soft in the middle. I am not bad looking, but then again, a modeling career is not in my near future. Unfortunately, I wasn't blessed with a huge a dick, just an average one. My wife tells me I am good looking, I suspect she is prejudice in my favor, she also says I have an unusually attractive penis. I've seen a few dicks in my life and finding one attractive is unlikely. I think attractive is a word woman use when big is not on the table. She also says its thicker than average, so I guess I got that going for me. In general, I am the guy down the street, or next to you at work. Hell, more than likely I am just like you. So how does an everyday average Joe end up in a tropical paradise with his cock buried in his 28-year-old sister in law while she is going down on a 35-year-old goddess? That my friends is a story. It all begins about 10 years ago when I joined the ranks of the happily divorced. I dated a little for about 3 years before Providence introduced me to Joanne. We dated, fell in love and much to my surprise, I remarried. She's six years younger than I, but it looks more like 10. For my money, she's the perfect woman. She's smart, articulate and a successful business owner. She is also easy on the eyes. She has light brown hair, high cheekbones, and warm brown eyes. At 5'10" and one hundred and forty pounds she looks fit and healthy. She is in the gym 3 times a week and does yoga at night. She has that sexy muscle tone that gives just a bit of definition in the abs. She has pert A cup breasts, and best of all, she has quarter sized areolas with prominent nipples. When cold or exited those "pokies" are unmistakable. Best of all, like many women her age, she has grown comfortable with her body and sexuality. Jo is fearless in bed. She lacks inhibition, she likes what she likes, she wants what she wants, and she is without shame. Early on I was thrilled to learn that she enjoys a rich fantasy life and loves to talk dirty before and during sex. On many nights, I was amazed as my sweet, reserved JoJo rode me while whispering about imagined group sex, exhibitionism, or a lesbian fantasy. Sometimes she would give me a "self-love show." As she touched herself, she would talk about blowing one of our friends while I fucked her or sharing me with one of her friends. When she is inspired, my sweet girl can get as raunchy as a drunken sailor. She can practically talk herself, and me, into an orgasm. To my everlasting joy, I discovered she wasn't just all talk. My first exciting discovery was that she is a bit of an exhibitionist. Soon after we started dating, we took a trip to the Caribbean and discovered the joys of nude beaches. On the second day of our first trip to Jamaica, she agreed to give the au natural beach a shot, and we have never looked back. Now, we only go to resorts that have a nude beach. If you talk to nude beach enthusiasts they will tell you it's not a sexual thing, it's about freedom and being comfortable in your own skin. This is true; being naked in nature is both liberating and self-affirming. And I agree that you do get used to being around nude people, and you come to accept them for who and what they are, and how they look. Surprisingly, folks on nude beaches are much more friendly, talkative and social than their textile counterparts. Social nudity is a shared experience that builds a sense of community. People on nude beaches are just a lot of fun! But at least for me, there remains a small underlying current of sexuality When I am standing next to and speaking with, a nude woman, I cannot help checking her out. I also have to admit that it's kind of a turn on when I catch other men ogling Joanne. And, make no mistake, JoJo likes the attention. She likes to see naked people, and moreover, she loves to be seen. More than once, I have seen her wiggle a little extra as she strolls by a man, or her legs casually open a bit when she notices a man or women sneaking a peek. Perhaps, the sexual undertones come from the fact that the fantasy of sex with nude strangers and the reality of it are not as far apart as some of the more avid naturists would have you believe. My experience over the years has taught me that more than a few naturists are also exhibitionists. They like being nude, and many find a little thrill in being seen naked. Let's face it, to jump into communal nudism requires a certain adventurist nature and a heightened awareness of the body. I am not suggesting that the folks on nude beaches are all getting their jollies, they certainly are not, but many are a little more sexually liberated than their textile friends. If you read literature on nude beaches and resorts, you find that sexuality is dismissed as unwelcome and a non-occurrence. Don't believe for a second that libidos are left at home when vacationers make their way to the nude beach. Experience has says otherwise. Although we are not swingers, Jo and I have had a few occasions where we have explored a little vacation eroticism. Like many couples, we have enjoyed some romantic interludes during moonlight visits at the nude beach or hot tub. It is not uncommon for couples to migrate to the beach hot tub at night with a bottle of wine and romance on their minds. Being naked in a hot tub at night is not only romantic, its erotic; and making love in the open air is electrifying. All the better is "playing" in the presence of a likeminded couple. Being watched while you play naked with your spouse is a form of "safe" naughtiness. It's Certainly not "typical," but every now and again the moonlight, the wine, and the nudity conspire to lower inhibitions. Sometimes fooling around in front of other couples, can lead to more adventurous behavior. It happens a lot more than you might guess. Joanne and I have had the pleasure of sharing each other with a few new vacation friends and even strangers. In these encounters, Jo has learned that her fantasy life mirrors her real passions. She has found that she occasionally likes to "play" with girls. Like me, Jo loves the feel of a woman's body and, the taste of it. Mostly she revels in the taboo. She also loves to suck a strange cock once in a while. She tells me it isn't the cock she loves so much as the rush of being with a being with a stranger. She loves the complete naughtiness. I suspect there is a bit of a bad girl lurking in many women. Absolutley, there is a wicked woman in my sweet wife! This has led to a couple of partner trades and even threesomes involving some soft swapping. We limit our fun to oral sex, and we have never brought our fun and games home. It's more of a guilty pleasure that we allow ourselves on vacation than a part of our lifestyle. Still, nothing spices up a getaway, or for that matter a marriage, better than a little naughty fun once in a while. Memories of watching your wife go down another woman or blow another guy while his wife is sucking you off can fuel an intense sex life at home. Of course, there is also the thrill of new adventures. Let me tell you, if you have never experienced having two women giving you a blow job at the same time, you are missing out. I am a lucky guy! Naturally, I've come to really look forward to our annual trips to the nude beach resorts in Jamaica and Mexico. I love warm weather, blue water and sand on my toes but let's face it; what guy doesn't want to see naked women all day and maybe get into a threesome! Last October, I eagerly booked us into our favorite Jamaican resort for a late December trip. Because sometimes I am more frugal than smart, I opted for a great deal on a prepaid, nonrefundable vacation. Two weeks before our departure Joanne dropped the bomb. She had to opt out of the trip. Susie, her assistant manager, was due for surgery. Susie is the only other person in the world that Jo would trust with her business for 8 or 9 days, and so travel was just not gonna happen. On getting the news, I was not sure what upset me more, missing the vacation or losing more than $6000. I suggested that perhaps I could find someone to buy the vacation at a discount, but I was not optimistic. There are not just that many people who can drop what they're doing for an extended vacation on two weeks' notice and can also lay their hands on several thousand dollars for what amounts to a last-second whim. A few days later Joanne dropped bomb number two. She looked me in the eyes, and in a sincere voice suggested that I take her younger sister Sarah along with me to Jamaica. As always, my response was decisive and articulate, "you want to run that by me again?" She patiently repeated the suggestion followed by, "there's no use in wasting all that money. If you take her, you still get to go to the Caribbean, and you will be out of my hair for a week while I deal with work. Just as importantly Sarah will get a chance to go on once-in-a-lifetime vacation; that she couldn't otherwise afford." I replied, "let me get this straight, you want me to spend 7 vacation days plus a couple of travel days with your sister. Your sister with whom I have nothing in common, barely know, and who rarely says more than 4 words in any one sentence. Is that about the size of it?" With a slightly evil grin, her reply was simple, "yup." "It will be good for the 2 of you to spend some time with each other, and I would like for you to get closer." I was truly surprised by Jo's attitude, "you realize that the resort only rents to couples, no single rooms, and no double beds. Just how close do you want us to get?" I expected her to say that she trusted me. I thought she would say "it will be fine." I hoped she would say "let me rethink this." What I got was, "you're both grown-ups, you'll figure it out." I thought, What the hell does that mean? "Look," I said, "I'm not sure how comfortable I would be in such close quarters for a week with your sister. That's a lot of intimacy." With a wry smile, she replied, "what do you think is going to happen? Do you think she's going to see your cute little ass and attack you?" Internally my mind flashed to, it's not her I am worried about. I said, "No, just the opposite. Pardon my French, but your sister sorta of has a stick up her ass. Sharing a small room and even a bed with me is not going to turn out well. I have no doubt I am going to say or do something that's going to upset her." "Look, play it by ear and be patient. Sarah was not always so uptight. When we were growing up, Sarah was fun loving. She even had a little wild streak. That was before Nick fucked her over." At this point, my idiot light was blinking, and I decided it would be smart to drop this line of conversation. JoJo was getting a little defensive of her sister. I thought I'd mess with Jo a bit. "Well, maybe I could get her drunk enough to go the nude beach with me," She laughed, "They don't make that much rum! Still, a week in Jamaica wearing a swimsuit is still better than a week in an Indiana winter. Besides, you might get lucky. I know it doesn't sound like her to go to the nude beach, but she may work up the nerve." She added, "Frankly, I'd encourage you to take her, it wouldn't hurt her to loosen up a bit. Since the divorce, she's been a bit of a hermit and little on the fussy side." Stunned, I said, "you're telling me you're okay with me taking Sarah to a nude beach?" "Hey, why not?" she said, "you're the one always going on about it not being a sexual thing. Besides, you're going to be spending a lot of time in a small hotel room with her, it might make the whole thing a little less awkward." I shook my head, "this is crazy, in what world is seeing each other naked going to make anything less awkward? I have some real reservations here; your sister and I are not what you call close." "I know," she said, "that's kind of the point. I think it will be good for her to get away, I think it'll be good for you to get to know her better, and it would be good for me if you two got closer. Seriously, it would really make me happy if you did this." You may be wondering why I was so resistive to taking Sarah on vacation. First, Sarah and Joanne have a complicated relationship. Jo is 44 and Sarah is 28. Because of their age difference they never really spent that much time together growing up. Sarah was a bratty toddler when Jo was trying out for the cheerleading squad. After their mother had died the two became much closer. But, it was a relationship that was built as much on friendship as sisterhood. Still, there was also a little mother-daughter element to it too. Also, because of the age difference, they could frustrate the hell out of each other. Joanne worries about Sarah, she feels responsible for her welfare. Sarah has no desire to be mothered. Because Joan and I hooked up late in life, I am sort of along for the ride. While we get along, Sarah and I are cut from different cloth. To understand this, you must understand Sarah. She is a 28-year-old divorcee who seems to be going on 18. Nick, her idiot ex-husband, left her without much money and even less self-esteem. We suspect he physically abused her, and we were sure he did so emotionally. Since the divorce, she seems to have been drifting, and she is a little bit bitter. She's a sweet kid in her own way, but her personality ranges between snarky and just plain cynical. She has a smartass comment for everything and doesn't seem to like anything. As best I can tell, her only interests are in her ever-present cell phone, the occasional video game, and reality shows. I don't think we have ever had a serious conversation, nor could we. We are from different worlds, and I don't understand hers. Spending 9 days with her would be a challenge. There was another concern as well. Frankly, I was not sure I completely trusted myself around her. While her personality was a bit annoying, the rest of her was very attractive. Sarah is about 5 feet 5, and probably around one hundred and fifteen pounds. Although not tall, she seems to be all leg. She has shoulder length sandy blonde hair and a few freckles that suggest almost a sort of redhead's complexion. Sarah is not classically beautiful, but seriously cute with a touch of the wholesome girl next door thing going on. In fact, she sort of reminds me of Kirsten Dunst. To her credit, for a thin woman she's got a plump round ass, and although I did not know it at the time, she has gorgeous (maybe a B-Cup) tits that are remarkably round and pert. I had seen her in a bikini once, and she could do it justice. But, it was her eyes that really drew your attention. They were an incredible shade of dark blue and very expressive. I was concerned that my thoughts were not always as wholesome as they should be. Frankly, she sometimes showed up in some of my more explicit fantasies. So, I had to admit that while the idea of sharing a room with her had some lecherous appeal, I also thought it held some risk. Logically I knew that nothing would happen between Sarah and me. After all, I was more 20 years older than her. Still, if I said the wrong thing, or she caught me staring just a little too long, it could get real awkward real fast. All I needed was to convince Sarah, and by extension Jo, that I was perving after her. Still, the vacation had some appeal. I would still get to go to Jamaica, and I would feel I got something for my money. Most importantly, Joanne said she wanted me to do it, and Joanne is almost always right. If I had any lingering doubts, Jo blew them away that night. I was in my den working when Jo came in gave me a peck on the cheek and announced that she was going up to bed. She warned me not to work too late and pattered off up the stairs. About an hour later, I went into the bedroom and found her sound asleep. I tiptoed into the bathroom and took a quick shower before going to bed. When I came out of the bathroom, I was thrilled to see my lovely wife stretched out nude on the bed enthusiastically pleasuring herself. Her heavy breathing, the fine film of sweat covering her chest, and look of pure lust on her face told me she was close to orgasm. I said, "baby, you look so fucking sexy. What brought this on?" She partially came out of her trance and said, "I just had the most erotic dream. Someone had tied me to a chair, and I was being forced to watch you with Sarah. You were licking her pussy, and she was coming so hard. I called your name to get your attention, and Sarah hushed me and told me to wait my turn. Then after she came, she was sucking your cock, and I was begging for one of you to untie me. You came all over her face, and then the two of you walked over to me and started kissing me. I could taste her pussy on your lips, and your cum, on hers. You started rubbing me down there, and then Sarah put her breast in my face and made me suck her nipples. I kept begging you to untie me, but you kept telling me that I loved it, and I did love it. Then you said that the two of you were going to use me as your toy. That's when you came in and woke me up." During the telling of her dream, she continued to finger her herself and her voice was growing increasingly raspy. Jo then looked at me lustfully and beseeched, "baby lick my pussy, lick my pussy like you licked Sarah's pussy. Make me come like you made Sarah come." I knelt and moved my face to her open legs. I started gently nibbling and licking my way up her thigh. But JoJo was not in the mood for gentle seduction; she grabbed my hair and pulled me into her. Even inches away from her pussy I could feel her heat. The smell of her sex was intoxicating, I drug my nose through her incredibly wet lower lips. Even that simple act elicited an urgent moan of pleasure. I ran my tongue up her swollen outer lips and around her clit being careful not to touch it. I wanted to tease her. She raised and moved her hips trying to force contact with her hot button. She groaned, "don't tease me, baby, lick me. Finger fuck me, get me off please." I slid 2 fingers into her hot wet tunnel, and her hips rose up to take them. I then circled her clit with my tongue. "Yes Tim, like that. Mmm, think about Sarah's pussy. Do You think I taste like Sarah? Do you think I smell like Sarah?" She panted, "Show me how you would make her cum. Make me lick her pussy off your face." As she said this, I flattened out my tongue hard against her clit and licked with long firm strokes. She came; she came hard. I could feel her pussy tightening around my fingers. She let out a guttural noise that I couldn't understand. She ground her hips against my face. I then felt the spasms deep in her as she peaked. But this was not climax, this was prelude. I gently started licking her outer lips, then probing her hot wet vault with my tongue. Soon I moved to lightly flicked the tip of my tongue against her for clit so as not to over stimulate her. I inserted two, then three fingers and curled my index finger to rub her G spot. I slowly brought her back to the precipice. I felt her pussy tightening again, and again she began moaning, "Timmy, oh God I love you, make me cum, please make me come baby." And, cum she did. JoJo's clitoral orgasms are usually brief and intense when I bring her to orgasm via the g-spot she has what she calls 'rolling organisms." Not quite as intense but protracted and often multiple ones. Unlike some women, she does not squirt, but when she comes hard, she floods, releasing a surprising amount of honey. I was rewarded with a sweet musky explosion that covered my face and ran down her crack to the bed. I rolled off of her to catch my breath. But no sooner had I done so that I felt her warm mouth engulfing my cock. I looked down and saw those beautiful brown eyes staring at me lovingly. She took her mouth off of me and said, "do you like the idea of eating Sarah's pussy? Would you like her to suck your dick like I am now? If she saw this beautiful hunk of meat, she would want to put it in her mouth. She would want you to ram it in her. She would ride you until she came and came." She then engulfed my cock again. Between the expert work of her tongue, and the images she put in my head; my load exploded down her throat within just a few minutes. With an evil grin she said, "my my, it seems that my big boy gets a little-excited thinking about my baby sister." "From the sound of it, I'm not the only one" I replied. She then gave me a big kiss, rolled over, and said "Don't try to embarrass me," Soon she was sleep. I laid there awake with thoughts flashing through my mind. What the hell was that? Is she giving me permission to play with Sarah? Is she messing with my head to get me warmed up to the idea of taking Sarah with me? Is she having erotic fantasies about her sister?" One thing was for sure, I was suddenly more intrigued with the idea of a vacation with Sarah. Joanne called Sarah a few days later and had her come over to the house. We made our generous offer, and true to form, Sarah's response was underwhelming. She thought about it for a few minutes and said, "yeah, I guess that it would be cool." Joanne made it clear to her that she would be sharing a room with me and wanted to know if she was comfortable with that. Again, she thought a few seconds and said, "yeah, that'll be weird, but we can make it work." She then smiled and said, "I've always wanted to go to the Caribbean. This will be fun, although going with Tim wouldn't exactly be my first choice. But, what the hell." What she did not say was "thank you." I said, "yay, I'm thrilled too!" If Sarah got the sarcasm, she did not show it. Jo did though, and I got the look. The three of us spent the rest of the evening going over the trip itinerary and stressing to Sarah what to pack, what she was not allowed to take through security, and of course, things to do while we were there. I stressed the importance of not over packing. "It is way easier to get through the airport and customs without check bags. You won't need a lot of clothes, so you should be able to pack everything you need into a personal bag and a carry-on." Sarah smirked, "I won't need a lot of clothes huh, perv boy? Are you going to try to get me to go native?" Embarrassed, I said "I meant that the resort is casual, shorts and T-shirts are good for almost everywhere we will go. You might need just one or two nicer outfits." A long second passed, and then both women broke out laughing. Apparently, Jo had briefed Sarah on the resort's nude beaches. Not for the last time, I thought to myself, this is going to be a long trip. Day 1. "The long and winding road" the Beatles Because we had a 6 AM flight and lived 2 ½ hours from the airport, I booked a room at a hotel offering free long-term parking. The plan was to drive to the hotel the day before the flight, turn in early and be at the airport by 4:30 or 5 AM. During the time between our invitation for Sarah to join me in Jamaica and that the day that we were to leave, she repeatedly made it clear that she thought a 6 AM departure time was ridiculous. I had explained that it gave us a nonstop flight and would get us that the resort by early afternoon. My rationale did not impress her, and she groused about it in a couple of texts to me. The upside was that I made her text list! Departure day came, and Sarah met me at the house. We threw our bags in the car, and I was happy to see that she took our advice; she had only brought a small backpack and a carry on roller bag. When we were ready to leave Joanne gave me a big hug and a nice kiss, "have fun, and don't do anything I wouldn't do." "I don't know, I have seen you do some pretty naughty things," I said. She gave me a more passionate kiss and said, "when you get home you'll see me do some more naughty things!" Sarah chirped in, "okay let's not get gross." Our car trip consisted of 2 ½ hours of me trying to start conversations which quickly fizzled out, while Sarah sent out a constant stream of texts, tweets, and snap chats. We got to the hotel around 4 o'clock and checked in. The desk clerk confirmed my reservation for a standard room with a king size bed and 8 days parking. On hearing this Sarah said, "Hold on, we need separate rooms." I told her that I made the reservation before Jo had canceled. The clerk said that there were rooms available and we could get one for one hundred forty dollars. I told Sarah, "if you want to spring for a separate room, that's fine, it won't hurt my feelings." She frowned, "I was kind of hoping you'd pay for it, but if not, can we at least get separate beds?" The clerk assured us that rooms with separate beds were available. On the way to the room, I couldn't help but think, She going to be pissed when we get the resort and realizes that separate beds are not an option.what have I got myself into? Once in the room we dropped our bags, and I suggested that we should grab something to eat around 6 o'clock and try to be in bed by 8 or 9 at the latest; as we had to get up by at least 3:30 AM to get the shuttle over to the airport. She informed me, "unlike you senior citizens, I don't go to bed until midnight. I Don't think I can get any sleep going to bed that early." Slightly annoyed, I replied, "Suit yourself but tomorrow is going to be a grind, and 3:30 in the morning comes fast." With a grumble, she agreed. After supper, Sarah announced that she was going to grab a shower. With that, she disappeared into the bathroom. Just then my phone chirped. From JoJo: "how's it going?" From Tim: "Argh" From JoJo: "Be nice... what's she doing now?" From Tim: "shower...getting ready 4 bed." From JoJo: "ooh la la" From Tim: "cool off... separate beds.. luv you." From JoJo: "give her a chance. you'll have fun, I promise... luv you 2... goodnight." From Tim; "Goodnight," I have to admit the "ooh la la" started the wheels turning. I began to wonder what Sarah's bedroom attire would be. I imagined her coming out of the bathroom in a little nighty, or maybe her underwear, or maybe underwear and T-shirt. Maybe I would hit the jackpot she would come out nothing but a towel. I was inwardly embarrassed by these thoughts, but after all, she is an attractive woman, and I am a guy; which means that I am a horn dog. I reminded myself no matter what she was wearing, not to stare and keep my mouth shut. In other words, enjoy the show but play it cool. As it turned out, playing it cool was pretty easy. Sarah came out of the bathroom wearing a ratty T-shirt and even rattier flannel lounge pants. I guess you could say she was kind of sexy if you're into that I don't give a shit homeless look. My disappointment quickly evaporated when other thoughts intruded into my head. I came to the realization that I had a problem. You see, I don't wear pajamas at home, and it did not occur to me to pack any. I looked at Sarah and said, "I'm going to grab a shower too." She flicked on the TV, "It's all yours." "Here's the thing," I said "Jo and I don't wear pajamas and it didn't occur to me to pack any. Are you going to be weirded out by my sleeping in my underwear?" She cocked an eyebrow, and chuckled." I think I can handle seeing you in your boxers." Then she added, "if they are tighty whities though I am so going to barf." This is when two more realizations hit me. First, I don't wear boxers, and tighty whities would have been a blessing. A few years ago, Jo had talked me into wearing long legged athletic briefs made out of that shiny material that supposedly wicks moisture. If you're familiar with these you know they fit skintight and leave very little to the imagination in covering your package. The truth of the matter was that Sarah was going to get a pretty accurate view of my junk. Just as troubling was problem number two. Because of the nude beach thing, and the fact I go commando allot, I don't bring a lot of underwear while on vacation. The truth of the matter is I only packed 4 pairs. Somehow, I was going to have to make those few pair work nine days as both underwear and now sleepwear. The irony of the situation did not escape me. A few minutes earlier, I was secretly letching over the idea of Sarah prancing around in her panties, but as it turned out, she was fully dressed, and I was the one doing the prancing. Such is karma. Again, I thought, this is going to be a long vacation. I took my shower, dried myself off and put my underwear back on. By the way, there is no worse feeling in the world than putting on used underwear after a shower. I looked at myself in the mirror, and there was my bulge prominently silhouetted in detail. (well, bulge may have been a generous word.) The thought of Sarah seeing me like this was a little unnerving, but also a little bit exciting. Let her look she might just like the view, I thought, and with that idea, Mr. happy started to swell a bit. Then panic set in. Crap, I thought, all I need is for her to see me walk out with a chubby. The embarrassment of that thought took some of the enthusiasm out of Mr. happy. As I prepared to leave the sanctuary of the bathroom and strut my stuff for Sarah, I thought, this is weird, I don't believe I am doing this. By the time I walked out of the bathroom I was only half aroused, which actually worked in my favor! As my bulge and I walked out in my suddenly uncomfortable underwear, I caught Sarah sneaking more than one peak. "Well," I thought," that's kind of interesting." As I got into bed, I heard "Hey Tim, cute butt!" "Shut up," I said, and I turned off the light, and we tried to get some sleep. Day 2. "A Hard Day's Night" The Beatles Anyone who has flown to Jamaica knows that it can be a long and grueling day. We woke up at 3:45 AM and took turns getting dressed in the bathroom. We then hustled our way down to the lobby and on to the shuttle. The trip went smooth enough, but as always there was the grind of getting through TSA lines, and then sitting on your ass for an hour and a half waiting to get on the plane. Then there is the joy of a four- hour flight in a stuffy, overcrowded plane. On landing in Jamaica, there is the long walk to immigration then standing in line for an hour. After immigration, you get to stand in line for another hour waiting for customs. Sarah was tired, and so sullen and quiet. By the time we made it into the departure terminal we were both wrung out and hungry. I was not looking forward to a two-hour bus ride. But I reassured Sarah that the ride to the resort would have a lot to see. Although she was exhausted and obviously cranky, she did perk up when we got into the departure terminal, and she got her first feel of the warm tropical air. It also helped that we got some snacks and a couple of beers. One of the first new discoveries I made about her, was that Sarah liked her drinks. She quickly pounded down to glasses of Red Stripe. It was the first discovery, it would not be the last. On the bus ride to the resort, we met Mike and Tammy. They were a young couple, likely close to Sarah's age, from Wisconsin. Mike seemed like a nice enough guy but was pretty quiet. Tammy, on the other hand, was one of those people who never met a stranger. She immediately struck up a conversation with Sarah and I and pretty much talked from Montego Bay to Ocho Rios. Tammy explained that this was their second trip to the resort and they just loved it. She then went on to give us the lowdown on the resort, and what to do and see. I did not have the heart to tell her I had been there several times before. At one point, she asked if we were going to try the nude beach. With just a touch of dismissiveness, Sarah said she didn't think so. Tammy excitedly explained that the nude beach was the highlight of their first trip. They'd worked up the nerve to try it last year and absolutely loved it. Sarah, who typically has little to say about anything, volunteered that she couldn't imagine having the guts to try that. Tammy said, "you really should give it a shot. I was nervous too, it took us five days to finally work up the nerve. I really regret waiting that long. You really should try it your first day. If you don't like it fine, but you will." Tammy then assured her with all the passion of a newborn nudist, that it was a wonderful, and so liberating. She then tried to relieve Sarah's obvious apprehension, " it's like jumping into a chilly pool. The fear is worse than the reality. If just you just jump in you find out it's great. Within 15 minutes I felt so good and free!" Sarah replied, "I think I'll have to take your word for it." With that Tammy changed the subject. "If you don't mind me saying so, I would not have guessed that you 2 were a couple. Are you married?" Before I could answer, Sarah volunteered "no we're not married, we just work together. He's my boss, and he offered to take me on this trip." With a confused look on her face that slowly morphed into surprise then disapproval, Tammy said, "oh that's cool." She then promptly turned around and started talking to Mike. I leaned into Sarah and whispered, "what was that bullshit about?" She chuckled, "I thought it sounded weird to say that we were going on a vacation as brother-in-law and sister-in-law." I shook my head, "so you thought it would sound better for me to be a dirty old man who was into sexually harassing his employees." She chuckled again, "yeah that sounds about right. And besides, it shut her up didn't it?" I asked, "so do you think we will run into Tammy on the naked beach?" "Dream on brother-in-law," was the reply. We finally made it to the hotel and checked in. During check-in, Sarah asked, "do you have rooms with two queen beds?" The desk clerk laughed, "no my lady, this is a place for romance. Did you and your man have a bit of a fight on the way here?" Sarah replied, "no, it's all right." "Well then make up and enjoy our hospitality!" "Thanks," she said, but there was definitely a pensive look on her face. When we got into the room, she looked around and then looked out the windows. The views were breathtaking, and the room was beautiful. She looked at me with a huge grin on her face said, "Wow, this is awesome." I was happy to see her so animated and replied, "I told you that you would love it." Then she frowned as she looked at the bed. "It's going to be weird sharing a bed, I wasn't ready for that." Trying to be funny, I said: "just keep your hands to yourself, and we'll be fine." It was about 1:30, so I suggested that maybe we should grab something to eat and maybe take a tour the resort. Sarah replied, "I'm all for getting something to eat, but I am too tired to tour anything right now. How about we just go crash on the beach this afternoon." We had a great lunch at the buffet and went back to the room to change into our suits. As expected Sarah went into the bathroom to change. As I waited for her, I wondered what kind of swimsuit she would come out with. A lot of women will wear an extra daring suit when they are on vacation under the assumption that they are among strangers. But, since I was there, I expected Sarah to wear a normal bikini. I was surprised when she came out of the bathroom. Here was a very shapely young woman wearing a very modest one-piece swimsuit. I laughed, "did you borrow your aunt's swimsuit for vacation?" With hands on hips, she retorted, "don't give me any shit, I use this suit when I swim at the YMCA. It's the only one I own." I put my hands up in a defensive posture and said, "No, no it's all good. Let's go to the beach, Mildred." My charming wit earned me a scowl. We packed a beach bag with sunblock and towels and walked down to the beach where we found a couple of open lounge chairs. We lazed around for about 40 minutes and 3 mojitos each, then decided to take a walk on the beach. During our walk, we passed people of all shapes and sizes. We saw modest (older)women in one-piece swimsuits and many women in various bikinis. Happily, I noticed more than a few extremely tiny bikinis and even some micro thongs. As we passed a particularly daring women, Sarah said: "I would never have the guts to wear something like that." "Why," I asked. "First, I'd be afraid of what people would think. Secondly, I don't have the body to pull it off." I looked at her and said, "I don't really think she cares what people think, and why should she? And secondly, don't sell yourself short. You are a bit of a hottie, and you would look pretty good in almost anything you wore." She gave me a funny look, and I immediately regretted the comment. After an awkward silence, she punched my arm, "so you really think I'm a hottie?" I smiled and said nothing. As we got to the far end of the beach, we came across a clutch of braver sun worshipers. A few men were wearing Speedo's, and several of the women were topless. In fact, one woman was walking out of the ocean wearing an incredibly tiny bikini bottom that looked more like shoe laces and nothing else. Sarah frowned and turned on her heel to head back the other direction. She muttered, "I thought the nude beach was on the other side of the resort, what the hell are they trying to prove." I'm not sure why, but her comment bothered me. I should've let it pass, but I didn't. I said, "The nude beach is full on naked only. This is the regular beach. Besides, they're not trying to prove anything, in fact, I don't think they really give a shit what we think. They feel good about their body, and they're comfortable in their own skin. They are enjoying themselves, why should we care what they do." I added, "Don't hate on them just because they are braver than you." Sarah looked at me defensively and said, "I don't see you wearing Speedo." I replied, "I think they're goofy looking. I'd be more likely to just go naked." Sarah laughed and said, "yeah, like you would go naked on the beach." I smiled back and said, "would, and have." With a look of shock on her face, she exclaimed "you've been on a nude beach? What did Jo think of that?" "She was there too," I said. Sarah just shook her head and muttered, "I'll be damned. Jo told me there was a nude beach, she didn't say you tried it." "Truth is, we damn near live on it when we are here." She studied me closely and then started walking again. We stayed on the beach until around 5 o'clock and then headed back to the room. We took turns using the bathroom to shower and change and then had a few cocktails on the balcony until supper time. After we ate, we had a few more cocktails at the bar. After several rounds, Sarah looked at me and asked, "so you and Joanne have gone to nude beaches?" I kind of felt guilty about revealing personal details about Joanne to her sister but replied, "yes, every time we come to Jamaica." She looked at me thoughtfully and said, "what you said earlier, it's not that I'm judging people. It's just that I can't imagine myself doing that. I almost wish I was that brave. If I had a better body maybe I would." I told her, "you should never do anything you not comfortable with. But, it really saddens me that you're so body conscious. You should be happy with whatever body you have. A woman's body is a work of art, including yours." She smiled sadly and said, "Nick sure didn't think so. He constantly reminded me that my butt was too big and my boobs were too small." I put my hand on top of hers and said earnestly, "I have news for you, your ex-husband was a dick head. The whole family thoughts so. The only reason he ridiculed you is that he was an insecure little baby man. He could only feel good about himself by tearing you down. He knew damn well that he was an overachiever by marrying you and probably was afraid that you would realize it one day. Sarah, you are incredibly beautiful, and you have a great figure." I'm not sure, but I thought I saw her eyes tear up a bit. "If I'm such a catch how come I haven't had a date since the divorce?" I told her, "because you go to work, come home and sit on your couch. Unless the pizza delivery boy is the man of your dreams, you are not likely to meet anybody locked up in your house. And if you don't mind me saying so, you come off as a little aloof." She rested her head in her palm, "you're right, I need to make some changes and put myself out there. But it is hard, anyway this week I am going to have some fun!" I couldn't help but think to myself, I can't believe I'm having this conversation with her. She may have a personality after all. "Tim?" I looked at her, "what?" She smiled and said, "Thanks for the ego boost, and thanks again for bringing me here. It's really beautiful." Hmm, I thought, maybe there's more to her than I would've guessed. After drinks, we went back to the room. Sarah went into the bathroom and emerged in her T-shirt and ratty flannel night pants. I shucked off my shorts and shirt and headed towards the bed in my underwear. "Gosh," she said, "I thought Mr. naked beach man would be sleeping in the nude." I shook my head and said, "sorry to disappoint, but I don't want to freak you out." With that, she pulled the covers back and took the long decorative pillow that had been sitting propped against the headboard and laid it out between us as a sort of protective wall. She chirped a friendly good night, and we both fell quickly asleep. Day 3: "She Got Me Half The Way There" Day Tripper, The Beatles We woke up the next morning, changed and hit the beach. After lunch, we caught a shuttle to Dunn's River Falls. I have to admit that it was a very enjoyable afternoon. First, the falls are always fun and, at least in my opinion, one of the most beautiful places on earth. Also, much to my surprise, Sarah had come out of her shell a bit more. She seemed to be in a good mood, and we laughed and talked quite a bit. If you've ever done the falls, you know that you spend a considerable amount of time scrambling up slippery rocks and it is important to help each other along the way. The climb along with conversation the previous night did much to break down barriers. I couldn't help but think to myself that JoJo was right; this trip was bringing Sarah and me closer. She was definitely getting more comfortable around me, and I was surprised to find that I starting to enjoy her company. After we got back from the resort, we had a couple of hours to kill before supper. We planned to clean up and then have a few cocktails before going to the restaurant. We sat out on the back patio and had a couple of rum and Cokes. When Sarah finished hers, she announced that she had to get her wetsuit off and was going to go take her shower. I followed her into the room and turned on the TV. I heard the shower running, and I heard her using the blow dryer. I was stunned when a few minutes later she walked out the bathroom in her bra and panties. I was also pleasantly surprised by her taste in lingerie. I'm not sure why, but I sort of assumed that her underwear was just the typical everyday variety . But the vision that walked out of the bathroom was more like a Victoria's Secret ad. Both her bra and panty were a matching vivid red with black detailing. The bra was obviously a push-up that created some impressive cleavage. The panties, what there were of them, were obviously made of a very lightweight, almost flimsy fabric. The tiny patch of fabric did not so much cling to her as it just hung on her hips. Although not see through, they left little to the imagination. The overall effect was mesmerizing. She noticed me taking her in and said, "you've been walking around in your underwear, I guess I can too, right?" Trying not to appear overly enthusiastic, I said: "sure whatever you're comfortable with." It was hard not to stare. Her long shapely legs transitioned into the gentle curve of her hips, with only a small piece of red fabric loosely hanging on them. It was obvious Sarah was well groomed because her panties barely covered her mound and no hair was showing. Her tiny waist led the eye to her breasts which were practically pouring out of the bra cups. When she walked past, I discovered that her aversion to thong swimsuits did not extend to panties. There in plain site was that lovely ass I had fantasized about so often. It was round and firm and perfect. I get that underwear is really not much different than a bikini and seeing a woman in underwear should not be a big deal to a grown man; but seeing an attractive woman walking around in lingerie, especially in a bedroom, makes an impression. In this case, that impression was acknowledged by a swelling in my shorts. Here was shy little Sarah, openly parading around in her underwear, especially such sexy underwear. To her it was probably no big deal, to me, it was a very big deal. If I stayed in that room I was going to embarrass myself, so I excused myself and headed for the shower. It took 20 minutes to shower and, shall we say, relieve some tension. When I came out of the bathroom, I expected Sarah would be dressed and ready to go. But I was pleasantly surprised to find her still in her panties and bra stretched out on the bed watching TV. Lying there, she looked so long, so languid and feminine. To my embarrassment, my dick began to swell again. Standing there in my too tight underwear she had to notice. I turned away and found my shorts. If she saw my reaction to her, she did not acknowledge it. Either fortunately or unfortunately, on seeing me, she said: "I'm hungry, let's get dressed and get going." With that, she jumped off the bed and slipped on a sundress, and off we went to dinner. In my head, one word was repeating over and over... Busted! Dinner was once again followed by drinks. To my surprise, Sarah visited with several people in the bar. She was coming out of her shell! I suspect some of her newfound social confidence may have been alcohol fueled. Frankly, we were both more than a little drunk by the time we stumbled back to the room. On the way, we passed one of the pools. It was a beautiful night, and the gorgeously lit water looked inviting. Sarah suggested that we put our suits and go for a late-night swim. The idea sounded good to me, and so we had a plan. While Sarah went in the bathroom to put on her swimsuit, I quickly changed in the bedroom. After a few seconds, I heard a loud "fuck!" "What's wrong?" I inquired. "I just tore my suit dammit" was the reply. She came out of the bathroom in her robe holding the suit. I asked, "How the hell did you do that?" She replied, "Da, I'm drunk dammit, and when I tried to step into it I lost my balance. I tried to catch myself, and my foot ripped crotch out of it. Now, what am I going to do?" I said, "relax, we can get you another suit tomorrow." She pouted, "but I wanted to go for a swim tonight." Smiling, I halfheartedly threw out the suggestion "we still can." Sarah thought about this for a second and said, "I am drunk, but I'm not that drunk. I'm not going skinny-dipping with you." I was encouraged that it took her a few seconds to say no to skinny dipping, even though I had not suggested it. I pointed out," just go in your underwear, it sorta looks like a swimsuit. Besides, I doubt anybody will be there but us." She didn't say anything, then turned and went back in the bathroom. When she returned in her bathrobe, she announced: "I'm ready, let's go." When we got down to the pool, I told her that I wanted to get in the hot tub before swimming. She liked the idea, and we walked over to a secluded little spa tub surrounded by plants. I hopped in and noticed that she was hesitating by the edge of the tub. I asked, "what's the problem?" "I'm not sure how well I'm going to be covered when I get wet." I told her, "it's just us, and I won't look." With a smile, I added... "much." Like a little girl she raised on her tiptoes and said 'promise not to tease?" I solemnly gave my word. She dropped the robe, and happily, I saw she was still in the same red and black lingerie from earlier. She eased her way into the tub. I noticed that when she sat down, she kept a respectable distance between us. We soaked for about 5 minutes before fate intervened. Another couple made their way to the hot tub and joined us. As soon as they got in the tub, Sarah slid over close to me with a panicked look on her face. I liked the feeling of her body next to me knowing how nearly naked she was. But I was worried about how she must be feeling; she was trapped in a hot tub practically naked in the presence of s strangers. I whispered, "don't worry about it, you look fine, and besides you'll never see them again." They seemed like nice folks, maybe in their mid-50s. She was quite friendly and small talk quickly ensued. The husband was keeping up with the conversation, but obviously, his attention was focused on Sarah. I think he tried his best not to be obvious, but he was constantly trying to catch glimpses of her. Sarah must've noticed and apparently, she was not as mortified as I thought she would be. After about 10 minutes she announced that she was getting too hot, and to my utter amazement she stood up and then sat on the edge of the tub. When she stood up, the look on our companions' faces was worth a picture, especially his. Sarah's panties were practically sheer, and they slid down to the point where they were barely covering the top of pussy. In fact, a wisp of pubic hair was showing over the top of the panty. Her bra was holding up better, but even it had slipped down enough that a small portion of her left areola was peeking out. Her dainty bra was poorly disguising her very prominent erect nipples. She adjusted herself as best she could and then brazenly sat on the edge of the pool on full display and continued the conversation as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I'm sure that our friend had a hard-on, God knows I did. A few minutes later, Sarah suggested that we hop in the pool and cool off. We said our goodbyes grabbed our robes and walked over to the pool. I have no doubt that our new friends got quite a few of Sarah's thong-clad ass as she walked away. Incredibly, she did not bother to put on the robe, and I detected a little extra sway in the hips as she walked. There were two couples at the pool lounging by the sides chatting. Sarah moved to the opposite end of the pool, dropped her robe and jumped in. We enjoyed the pool for a few minutes, just floating and immersing ourselves. It seemed that Sarah was having a hard time keeping her bottoms on and was continually adjusting them. After a few minutes, we decided to head back to the room. Sarah worked herself to the edge of the pool and pulled herself out. When she came out of the water, her panties slid halfway down her thighs. I was off to one side and could only glimpse a bare butt cheek. However, I am sure that the folks across the pool got quite an eyeful if they were looking. She stood, pulled up her panties, put on her robe and hurried for the room. When I caught up I said, "who are you, and what have you done with shy little Sarah?" She replied with a grin, "that was a little naughty and a lot of fun." I chuckled," I'm pretty sure you're going to be in at least one guy's fantasy tonight." To which she replied, "only one?" The implication did not escape me, and again I felt my cock starting to swell. When we got back to the room, we took turns getting ready for bed. I went first and used the bathroom to change out of my wet suit, dry off and put on my sleepy time underwear. Sarah followed suit, only this time the funky flannel jammies were replaced by a crop top and panties. She explained that her jammy pants were getting a bit ripe. She climbed into bed and told me to sleep well. I could not help but notice that there was no pillow between us. After a minute or so, she giggled "I like Jamaica!" I thought to myself, I would never have thought I would hear her giggle, I liked it. Day 4: "When I saw her Standing There" the Beatles I awoke the next morning I found myself spooning a warm breathing body. My face was buried in her hair, and I found the smell of it intoxicating. During the night my hand had found its way to her breast, and a morning erection was pressed against her buttocks. Against my will, I moved my hand away from her breast and to her tummy. She sighed and stirred. I apologized, "sorry I didn't mean to wake you." She nuzzled a little closer to me and said, "it's okay, I've been awake for a little bit." As I lay there enjoying the moment it occurred to me that she did not move my hand when she woke up, nor had she pushed away from my morning erection. Almost as if she was reading my mind, she said, "it has been a while since somebody was holding me when I woke up. It's nice. She snuggled closer, "I don't miss being in a relationship, I don't even miss the sex that much. I do really miss being held in someone's arms. This isn't too weird for you is it?" My only reply was to gently stroke her hair for a few seconds pull her closer. She wiggled her ass a bit, "ok, maybe lied, I do miss the sex a little." And then we drift back to sleep. When I woke up again, I was alone in the bed. I heard Sarah moving around in the bathroom. I got up and saw that the door was open, so I pattered in to get a drink of water. She was standing at the sink in a pair of extremely cute yellow underwear and a matching bra, brushing her teeth. As I downed my water, she spit out her toothpaste, wiped off her mouth and asked, "did I act too stupid last night? Did I embarrass you?" I laughed, "are you kidding? Last night was great. I enjoyed every second of it." I chuckled and added, "I can tell you for sure that married couple will never forget you." She said, "I felt a little slutty." I shook my head, "don't sweat it" She cocked her head, "I said I felt slutty, I didn't say I felt bad about it." We dressed and went to breakfast. Afterward, we went to the resort gift shop to look for a swimsuit. In the best of circumstances, swimsuit shopping is frustrating for women and absolute hell for the men who go with them. In this case, it was also also fruitless. The suits were expensive and generally very racy. After looking at several, she announced that there was not a single suit that she would wear at home, and she did not want to pay $100 for a one-timer. I suggested a duty free mall near the resort. "Maybe we could go there later that afternoon and have better luck." She thanked me for being so patient, and we headed back to the room. It was about two hours until lunch, and she asked what we should do. I told her I would really like to go sit on the beach for a while. "Well without a suit I can't go swimming, but there is no reason I can't sit in the sun," she said. So, I put on my suit, we grabbed our towels and our beach bag and went down to the beach. We camped out in some loungers at the far end and ordered drinks. It was getting hot, so I took off my shirt to get some sun. An hour and three rum runners later a lady just down from us took off her top. Sarah looked at her for a long second, then announced: "this is stupid if she can go topless, I damn well take off my shirt." And off it came. It was hard to believe that this woman who wore jammies to bed was now laying on a public beach in broad daylight in her bra. Even more surprising is that a few minutes later off came the shorts as well. The sight of her lying there in some very sexy lingerie for all the world to see was a turn on. There were some women with a little less on than she, but the idea of her being in her underwear in public was exciting. Seeing any woman in her underwear in public would be exciting, but especially Sarah. It so out of character, it seemed so erotic because it was so daring for her. Even more exciting was the fact that once again, her bra was vainly attempting to restrain aroused nipples and her panties had a distinctive wet spot. Obviously, she was turned on by displaying herself, and she was doing it in front of me. I developed a full-fledged erection my swimsuit could not hide. She looked over at me and said, "this is kind of sexy being exposed like this." I answered, "I have to admit, you look pretty hot." She looked at my crotch and said, "are you hard because of that topless woman over there or because of me?" I put my hands on my lap and replied "no comment." "Don't sweat it, it's okay either way." Later, we ate lunch and went swimsuit shopping at the mall. It actually was a good day for knocking around, and we had fun. Just as importantly, she found a suit that would work; and because I knew that she couldn't afford it, I bought it for her. I was rewarded with a kiss on the cheek. That night the resort held a special buffet on the beach. They had numerous tables set up each accommodating three couples. After getting our food, we were waved over to the table by Tammy and Mike from the bus. Sitting with them was a couple Tammy introduced as Diane and Darren. She told us that they had recently met them on the au naturel beach. Diane was nothing short of stunning. She had dark brown eyes and dark hair that cascaded halfway down her back. She had olive skin that gave her an exotic look. Although she was sitting, it was obvious that she was tall and well built. I could not help but notice that she had very prominent breasts that had that gravity-defying quality that only augmentation can produce. She and her hubby appeared to be in their mid-30s and from her dress and jewelry they obviously had money. When they said hello I picked up an accent and asked where they were from. They said they were from San Antonio Texas but had just moved to Chicago. He was an investment banker and was an interior designer. I liked them both, and apparently so did Sarah. It was a lovely evening, and we all chatted throughout supper and the evening's entertainment. The conversation was, of course, was dominated by Tammy who raved on about the resort, the food and of course the nude beach. She suggested that we all go over there for the after-hours party the resort was throwing after the dinner. Diane and Darren said they were in, but Sarah was obviously hesitant. She said, "I don't think I could handle a naked dance party." Tammy laughed and said, "no, the party is at the nude beach, but everyone will have clothes on." Sarah brightened and nodded yes, "Sweet, I could use some dancing." And so, we headed off to the pool at the nude beach to go party. The Music was great, and everybody danced. Not surprisingly, the warm Jamaican night inspired serious drinking. After a few hours the crowd thinned out and as the band shut down. Most of the guests headed for their beds. Suddenly there was applause. One of the partiers had stripped off her clothes and jumped in the pool. She was being joined by several others. You gotta love it when normally reserved folks let loose, and there was suddenly a lot of attractive flesh appearing. Tammy squealed with delight and began to strip. Tammy had a few extra pounds on her, but she was attractive in her own country girl way. She was not what I would call overweight, just fleshy. She was heavy breasted and wide-hipped. Like so many other women on nude beaches, she was completely without any body hair. She looked good naked, that was for sure. Tammy had caught my attention, but it was quickly stolen by Diane. While other women were pulling and yanking off various clothing items, Diane simply pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Suddenly there she was fully, beautifully, perfectly nude. She was evenly bronzed without a hint of tan lines anywhere. Diane could have been an actress, model or a centerfold. She had large perfectly round breasts with large dark areoles punctuated by pert erect nipples, long muscular legs, a flat stomach and perfectly shaped hips centered by a beautiful bald pussy. There is a common belief that all pussy's look the same. Anyone who has spent time on a nude beach knows differently. When standing up, many women have no pussy showing at all, or perhaps just a hint of the top of their labia may rise into view. Some women, however, have pussies that extend up and forward so that their labia are clearly visible while standing. This was Diane. Unfortunately, my view of her was to brief. She no sooner disrobed than she jumped into the pool. Watching everyone undress sort of made me forget about Sarah, and without thinking, I pulled off my clothes and jumped in too. Once in the water, I realized I had abandoned her. I looked back up on the pool deck, and she was standing there looking rather indecisive. Then, once again she surprised me. She pulled her sundress over her head. I half expected her to stop there and perhaps jump in and her underwear, but she did not stop. She slipped her bra off, and for the first time, I laid eyes on her beautiful breasts. They were smaller than Dianne's but natural, and no less beautiful. They had a roundness and firmness belonging only to the youth, and small busted youth at that. They were decorated with a few light freckles, and light brown areola's. Incredibly, she had the same pronounced puffy nipples as her sister, and they were fully erect; standing out maybe a half an inch. She was looking right at me, our eyes met. With a just moment's hesitation, she slipped off her panties and presented me with an incredible view of her lovely body. She watched me closely as I took in the whole of her. Although not tall, her legs were long for her height. This coupled with her slight build gave her a languid feline quality. She had the tiniest of landing strips on her mound, which was otherwise waxed clean. Like so many thin women, her vulva rose like a small hill above hew most intimate self. She too had lower lips which were visible standing up even with her legs together. She was gorgeous, that sexy little body coupled with her fresh, girl next door face was captivating, and at that time in that place, I was feeling pure lust. I wanted her, and I wanted her badly. She stood for a moment, as if letting me take in the sight of her, then she gave me a tentative smile and slid into the water. By my side. She came up to me, she leaned in close and said "I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I'm naked in front of a bunch of people. I can't believe I'm naked in front of you." I was aware of her breasts touching my chest as she whispered to me. Not knowing what to say, I slipped an arm around her tiny waist and whispered back, "you look incredible." About 20 people were in the pool splashing around like children and having a great time. Eventually, a few of them moved to the hot tub, and Sarah and I joined them. Soon many couples got into the tub, to warm up, and be sociable. It became pretty crowded, and wives ended up sitting on laps. It took a few minutes, but without any coaxing from me, Sarah climbed on my lap. It was unbelievable, here I was with my naked sister-in-law sitting on my lap. I wasn't exactly sure what to do with my hands, so I wrapped them around her waist and rested them on her thighs which were pressed together. As I was pondering the beauty of it all Mr. Happy started to wake up, however, with some effort, I managed to control myself. That was until Mike started openly playing with Tammy's tits. Several couples including Diane and Darren began making out while others watched. It was too much for me, and I developed a full-fledged erection. I had my legs together so Sarah could sit on my lap, but my developing erection required I give it some place to go, so I opened my thighs slightly. My boner rose up until it made its way between her thighs. After a few seconds, she too opened her thighs so that her legs were outside mine. With her legs so open, my cock rose up against her pussy. I knew she was aware of it, but she did object or move away. She leaned back against my chest and rested her head next to mine as we watched the increasingly intense foreplay of our tub mates. Suddenly I felt her fingers brush against my cock. The contact of her fingers against my erection sent electrical shocks down my spine. Amazingly, I felt her fingers moving, but not on me. She was discreetly playing with her herself. I Thought, Incredible, Sarah is sitting on my naked lap playing with her pussy while we watch strangers make out. I noticed felt the arm of the woman next to me moving under the water She was either stroking her husband or herself. I could not tell which. I was so horny I didn't know what to do with myself. I reached around Sarah and started to rub my hard-on. As I did my thumb pressed against her fingers, she moved her hand away, and so as I stoked myself, my thumb was rubbing her. Soon her hand replaced mine as she drug my erection against her. Her breathing became deeper. At this point, Darren got out of the tub and sat on the edge. Diane turned around and took him into her mouth. Tammy and Mike, and another couple copied them. As we took in the sight, a strange hand began exploring Sarah and me below the water. Sarah whispered in my ear "this is getting out of hand, we should go." Frustrated, I nodded in agreement. We got out of the tub along with a few other couples and dressed. Out of the tub, Sarah blatantly studied my erection. She said nothing, but it was a lingering look. I could not help but notice that Sarah did not hurry to cover herself. She casually put on her dress but carried her bra and panties. We left without speaking a word. To break the tension on the way back to the room, I quipped, "you know it's a good party when you carry your underwear home." Sarah laughed, "so you've been to a couple of these parties before then?" I looked straight ahead and said "no comment." Back at the room, Sarah surprised me again. Rather than going in the bathroom to change she just simply dropped her dress on the floor and standing naked in front of me put on her panties and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth. She came out still wearing nothing but panties and climbed into bed. I went in the bathroom, took care of my raging hard-on, brushed my teeth, put on underwear and headed for bed. As I prepared to climb in, I noticed I had a text. JoJo: "having fun?" I couldn't help but think she must be psychic. I answered back- Tim: "just went skinny dipping with about 20 people." My phone dinged immediately. JoJo: "hot!! Wish I was there." Tim: "wish you were here too.. Want you bad!" JoJo: "mmmm me too.. What's my sexy baby wearing?" Tim: "LOL... As a matter of fact, nothing" JoJo: "and where's Sarah?" She had attached a winking emoji With more than a little nervousness I answered - Tim: "lying on the bed" JoJo: "naked too?" Tim: "panties" JoJo: "naughty girl.. Too bad about the panties... picture?" Tim: "WTF" JoJo: "if you can't be with one you love, love the one you with" Tim: "are you fucking with my head?" Several seconds went by and then got a private message. "Seriously, if an opportunity to play a little comes up don't say no because of me. I have shared you before and I trust you.I have no problem with you having some fun, even with my sister. I love you, and I love her. She could use some attention from a good man." I sat stunned for several seconds. My thoughts were interrupted by Sarah. "Was that Jo?" "Yes, she sends her love." Sarah looked at me. "How do you think she would feel about us being in bed nearly naked?" "I'm pretty sure she'd be fine with it" I stammered. With that, I swung under the covers. Sarah was laying on her side, and I did the same. A few seconds later she backed up into me so that we were spooning, she took my arm wrapped it around her waist and said good night. A moment later she whispered, "I know that having to wear underwear to bed is a hassle for you. I guess after all that happened tonight, it's okay if you want to go commando."

(btw. ima i nastavak)

#eroticstory #erotskeprice

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