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I couldn't wait any longer.
"The dentist keeps Thursday afternoons open for emergencies. We only book on Thur morning. When we got to the office, he let us know he was golfing with his Dad today and we were free after morning patients. Looks like a lovely day to be off!" Her eyes never left mine and her smile never faded.
This was torturing me in two ways - fear and excitement. I bet I left a good puddle on that beach towel. It 's good I was on my stomach when I heard her as I nearly wet myself too. I still couldn't speak.
"I just never figured you for an openminded naturist. Oh my! Don't worry about me catching you." She nearly laughed a giggle. "Jenna and I are somewhat naturists too. We've laid out topless and nude since we were. 11 or 12."
"You've known each other that long?" It was first thing that came to mind.
"Yes, since fourth grade."
"I don't normally do this."
"It's okay. You look like such a natural, I was going to ask if you mind if I join you. I don't have anywhere to be since it is a surprise day off."
I guess I was taken aback a bit. My fear was leaving, but I didn't know what to expect.
"Gretchen, if you mind that I hang out, it's ok too. I'll just grab my shoes."
"I'm sorry, sure you can hang out." I was still a little stunned, but seeing her Crocs and socks sitting on my robe in the chair changed it all. She had seen me and my robe then didn't say anything right away. Christy peeled down her scrub pants and panties and stood to fold them up.
"I'll get you a towel if you want to pull that lounger over," I offered as I stood to go into the house. This was still a little unreal to me. She had top off and was sliding her bra down her arms as I passed. She had nicer body than me as everyone does, but still she had her extra baby weight.
Although I was very excited, I didn't bring myself off while getting the towel. I also didn't get hit on or touch myself the rest of the day. It was very frustrating, but I had never done anything with a girl at that point in my life. That's right, virgin at 27 and never "practiced kissing" with any friends - I did a lot of private self exploration in puberty and still do today.
We spent the afternoon outside. Lunch on patio, got some sun and did a bunch of chatting. Christy led the conversation for the most part. I learned that she and Jenna are nudists together and their husbands don't know or haven't figured it out. They get together at least once a week, including kids, and just hang out. I did not disclose my arousal as her conversation indicated it was completely non-sexual.
She did pique my interest when she told me about an unofficial nude beach near Grand Bay. It was interesting in that it was not "official", there were several people there on weekends and many on weekdays, but most interesting was she warned me away from the southern most portion and back by the cliffs as there is a lot of gay men cruising there.
We were naked out back when Jenna arrived. We did manage to get everything in before my son got home, at 14 he was first home and the last one we wanted to catch us. Apparently, those two go to very private spots once or twice a week. They both knew local access to privately held land and had permission to use it. I was invited to go next time both of them were off work at same time. I said I might try it.
Christy said she had fun and Jenna was jealous - she even playfully scolded us for not letting her know. We packed up the kids and said our goodbyes after Jenna's other daughter got home with my daughter. Christy hung out a little longer, I got the impression she was a hinting at something.
Finally, she asked me if I'd like to take the little ones to Grand Bay on Friday. She said she would take the twins home and we could tell my daughter we were shopping, so she could watch the older daughter and Jenna wouldn't mind. It was a big leap, but I said yes.
It was time to make dinner before she left.I set up the arrangement with my daughter and son - he's a year older and together they would be fine. I was so horny, all the talk, being naked, looking forward to tomorrow, hadn't got off since so early. I was frustrated and decided tonight had to be different that gym, shower, tan, home to sleep.
After dinner, I put on my loose yoga pants, sports bra and tee shirt, grabbed my workout bag and headed for the gym with panties in my bag. My plan to get off in car was blocked by call from my mother. I was walking into gym too soon and too horny.
I set my stuff into locker and begin my workout. My heart rate is better in just these few weeks , but my mind is preoccupied by naughty thoughts. What a nice smile he has, I bet his tongue could work wonders! Nice buns on several guys. I wish baggy shorts weren't in for them so I could see their bulges. Then a completely delicious idea popped into my head. I'd head to the pool area, there's always at least one swimmer down there in Speedos and I would sit in the hot tub and masturbate.
The thought made me speed up a little on the eliptical. It would work. Hardly anyone used the hot tub in the pool area as there is one in each locker room. I have my two piece tankini and can easily peal the bottoms to the side and be hidden in the bubbles. I had read a couple of stories on similar topics and decided I could pull it off. I was in a hazy funk, determined, yet cautiously thinking everyone around me knew what I had planned. I quickly pulled off my clothes as I entered the locker room and began to get ready.
I quickly pulled up the swimsuit and then was stricken with real panic - my modest tankini top was not in my bag. I started to wonder if I was ever going to get off this day, when I had another thought. Quickly around the sink, next to the scales (which I never step on here) there is a small lost and found bucket. Maybe, just maybe, I'll find something. No. No. No. Laughter - I couldn't put on string bikini top. No No. Too small. Too small, and a few more nos. I looked at it again and decided the string top was at least black to match my bottoms. Could I do it?
My lust took over rational thought as I was back at my locker trying to get the small triangles into place.