The Caribbean Experiment – Chapter 2 free porn video

I woke before dawn the next morning refreshed and feeling a renewed sense of confidence, energy and excitement.  I got out of bed, leaving Jacque to sleep in and fixed a large cup of coffee then made my way down to the surf.  I was making it a habit of enjoying a short morning stroll on the dark beach, naked, with just my cup of coffee after dropping off our beach chairs to save our spot for the day.  The water pouring over my feet and ankles with each wave and the cool morning breeze flowing across my naked body felt like Mother Nature giving me a full body massage. 

I found myself wishing this was a clothing optional beach.  Being nude when everyone else is too is incredibly relaxing and freeing and I love it, but I was not as comfortable being the least clothed on the beach; at least not yet.  My time spent naked on the boat with Scott and his friends the day before was an amazingly fun experience, but I still found myself being self-conscious that I was the only one naked.

I continued my walk for a while, enjoying the solitude and wonderfully calming touch of the wind and ocean waves before making my way back to the villa.  I made myself another cup of coffee and a bowl of fresh fruit then went back to the pool patio to enjoy the sunrise.  The beach was empty except for a few morning runners and no sign of Paul to help with sunscreen application yet.

I swam my morning laps in the pool then dried off and went to the bedroom to get my walking outfit.  Jacque was still sleeping so I grabbed my yellow shanti pants for my now customary solo walk down the beach.  I applied sunscreen on my own then made my way to the small dune marking the edge of the property line and the beach and crossed over it naked before donning my shanties.  I smiled at Jacques inventiveness for setting the rule during our three weeks stay that we both had to be naked on the villa side under all circumstances and topless on the beach side, no coverups allowed.

I had somewhat reluctantly agreed to these rules, but they had offered me an opportunity to experiment with my exhibitionism to see if it was just nudism I enjoyed or if there was something that could be a sexual turn-on as well.  Hence, we started calling this holiday or Caribbean Experiment.  I was certainly going to need more data and it was still too early to draw any conclusions yet.

I started off my topless walk down the beach nearest the villas again hoping to see Paul.  I did not see anyone as I neared their villa, so I kept walking, more than a little disappointed.  But just as I passed their villa, I heard Paul yell out to me, “Jean! Come back!”  I turned to see Paul near the gate to their villa and turned back to greet him.

As I walked over, his girlfriend joined him at the gate.  ‘I guess this will be one more experiment,’ I thought to myself as I neared them.  How was it going to feel being topless talking to a guy I had just met yesterday with his girlfriend who I had yet to meet?  I strange mixture of nervousness due to the unknown and arousal at the remembrance of the sunscreen experience with Paul the day before coursed through my body.  I felt my bare nipples harden slightly and my cheeks blushed as I stopped and stood before them.

“Jean, this is Jen, my girlfriend,” said Paul with a smile.  I was awestruck at the sight of Jen.  She was in her mid-thirties and her blonde hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail, but it still contrasted nicely with her tanned skin.  She wore a red halter top surfing bikini with a matching but minimal bottom.  Her breasts were small but the tight top highlighted them very nicely and her nipples were clearly displayed through the thin fabric.  But her most amazing feature was her body.  She was one of the most fit women I had ever seen.  Her arms were ripped, and her abs had that sexy female six-pack only seen on the fittest of the fittest.

“Hi Jen,” I said, not being able to keep my eyes from looking at her stunning body as I reached my hand out to shake her hand.  “It is very nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is mine.  Paul told me he met you yesterday,” said Jen as she took my hand firmly.  “I have to say that I don’t think I would have the confidence to walk around the beach topless with Paul, let alone by myself.  Kudos to you, that is for sure.”

I wondered if Paul had told her all of the circumstances of our meeting yesterday and smiled at the thought.  “You get used to it after a while, although it is interesting being by yourself compared to being with a companion,” I responded.  “Why don’t you guys join me for a quick walk and give it a try.  That way we will have the numbers on our side and with a body like yours you have nothing to worry about.”

“He is always pushing me to go topless.  But there aren’t many topless women here, so I have never done it.  But, okay.  Paul, since we will both be topless, I will do it for you this time.”

A large grin formed across Paul’s face at Jen’s suggestion.  With that she pulled the tight halter top over her head to join me in being topless.  Red indentations clearly marked the outline of her tight top and her tan lines were distinct where the rest of her tanned body started.  Her breasts were small but perfectly shaped and her nipples, as advertised under the fabric, were hard.  I wondered if that was a normal condition or if she was turned on.   

We started walking together with me by Jen’s side.  The beach was getting crowded and it was now more obvious to see guys looking at the two of us topless beach walkers.  ‘So, if there are two of us the guys will look but if it is just me alone, they won’t?’ I wondered to myself.

We talked about my comfort level with being naked and how long I had been a nudist.  I told her that since I grew up in Florida with a pool it always felt normal being nude, so I just grew up with it as a normal thing.  Then I then told them about our naked villa rules while we are here.

“Really?” exclaimed Jen.  “Like, naked even if someone is there or walking by the beach?”

“Yes,” I said.  “Jacque likes to push boundaries like that, and I have to admit it has been fun so far.”

“Okay, then I have two questions for you,” started Jen.  “First, have you broken the rules yet and ended up at the beach totally naked and second, you were naked when Paul met you yesterday?”

I laughed out loud at her questions and put an arm around her shoulders.  “No, I have surprised myself that I have not broken the rules yet, but I have no doubt that I will at some point.  I am easily distracted so I expect to face the consequences.  And, yes.  I was completely naked when I met Paul yesterday.”

Jen slapped Paul on the shoulder.  “You left that part out when you told me you met Jean.  I wonder why?”  I laughed out loud at Paul’s predicament. 

After enjoying the walk together and getting to know one another a little we turned back; Jen and I pointing out the guys ogling us along the way.  As we neared their villa I said, “I hope you enjoyed your foray into being topless!  If you are interested, why don’t you stop by our place after dinner tonight for some drinks.  You can be topless again if you want or join us and try being a nudist.  Totally up to you and your comfort zone but we would love to have you guys over and Jacque makes a mean cocktail.”

“I was more comfortable than I thought I would be and thank you for being my guardian,” she said.  “Also, thank you for the invitation.  We need to figure out what our schedule is tonight so we will have to let you know.  Let’s swap cell numbers and we can keep in touch.” 

Jen ran into their villa to retrieve her smartphone.  I watched her muscular and athletic body moving effortless as she ran.  She was a beautiful woman and I was very jealous of her body and I became more than a little self-conscious about mine next to hers.  She walked back with her smartphone and I was even more jealous of her physique.  Her muscular shoulders and arms screamed fitness and her breasts were firm and perfect only to be outdone by her amazing abs.  I wanted to touch her!

She added me to her contacts on her smartphone as I added her, then we bid each other goodbye with hugs and I made the brief walk back to our villa.  I thought of how beautiful Jen was and how much I wanted to feel and trace the outlines of her muscular body. 

Right before crossing the dune threshold I removed my shanties to make sure I was compliant with the villa rule in case Jacque was awake.  As I did, I was made aware of the fact that I had become very wet.  I did not realize I had been that turned on and a sly smile started across my face.  ‘Am I turned on by the experience of walking with Paul and Jen in public or am I just turned on by thinking about Jen?’ I asked myself, almost out loud.

Thinking about the source of my arousal doubled my turn-on and I felt that warm rush travel around my body and several fantasies started forming in my mind simultaneously.  I went inside to the kitchen and found Jacque making his first cup of coffee.  “Any experiments on your walk this morning?” he smiled as he gave me a greeting kiss.

“Certainly not like yesterday,” I replied.  “Make me a big mimosa and join me by the pool.”  I went back outside to the patio, again mesmerized by my arousal and how wet I was. 

Jacque joined me on the patio and handed me my mimosa and sat on the side of the adjacent chase with his coffee and looked at me.  “You look radiant this morning, love,” he said with his sexy smile. 

“Well, I feel radiant,” I demurred, not wanting to discuss my current state of arousal.

“So, I was thinking we should have the party this Saturday.  I will make a bunch of appetizers and we can order in bar service.  I think it would be fun.  What do you think?” he asked.

“You sure you want to go to all that trouble on our holiday?  My only concern is if you want to maintain our villa rules, we will need to make sure everyone knows about it and is okay with it.  Not sure the wives of the guys would be into it,” I replied.

“No, you know I love cooking and hosting.  I would have a great time doing it.   Maybe we should send out an electronic invite and make it a clothing optional party?”

“Okay, let’s do it this evening.  I think I may need to give the guys a warning so they can prep their wives?  I am worried they won’t want to come,” I answered.  I grabbed my smartphone and started a group text with the guys and gave them a heads up about the party.

We relaxed and chatted for a while, enjoying the morning breezes.  I finished my mimosa and decided I wanted one more before we started our day.  I got up from the chase and went into the kitchen for a refill, leaving Jacque by the pool with his coffee.

As I was topping off my glass with extra champagne, there was a knock on the door.  I grabbed a beach towel from a chair and wrapped it around my waist then answered the door, topless.  I opened the door to find two young guys from the grocery delivery service standing there.  The looks on their faces clearly showed that they did not expect the Island version of the pizza delivery dare.  I smiled inside and out at their reaction.

“Hi guys,” I said.  “Please take everything into the kitchen.  I will put things away later.  Thank you very much.” 

“No.  Thank you,” said one of the guys.  This was one of those moments where my exhibitionism was not a sexual turn on but was just fun.  And I was enjoying myself and also proud that 50-year-old me had that reaction.  I stayed in the doorway as they entered resulting in them having to squeeze by me as they entered which furthered my enjoyment of the moment. 

As I proudly turned to follow them, I looked up to find Jacque standing in the kitchen doorway.  “What are you doing?” he asked in a rather stern tone.

“I was just letting the delivery guys in.  I don’t understand what you are cross about,” I said in a confused manner.  Then it hit me.  “Shit!!” I hissed.  I had broken villa rule number one.  ‘We shall be naked 100% of the time while on the villa property under all circumstances.’

“Give me the towel,” said Jacque.  “You know you will now have to pay the consequences?”  A broad smile crossed his face as I took the towel from my waist and handed it to him.  But just as I handed him the towel and stood naked again, the delivery guys walked back from the kitchen to get another load.  You would think they had just won the lottery by the looks on their faces.

The shock value was fun to play up.  “Sorry guys. Villa rules,” I said as I smiled knowingly at them.  I parted my feet slightly and stood before them with my hands on my hips allowing them the time they needed to look.  It wasn’t much time, though.  Just like many of the beach men, they were not strong enough to maintain a gaze.  So, they moved on with their unloading. 

Jacque and I moved into the kitchen while they moved things in.  As they put the last case of wine on the floor, one of them came over to us and asked Jacque if was okay if they could get a picture of them with his wife.  Jacque looked at me quizzically with a sly smile.

“Sure,” I said.  Jacque took their smartphones and we went out to the doorway for a photo. We posed like I was answering the door naked and they were standing there with a box.  They were very happy, and Jacque was a good sport.  ‘I have no doubt that picture will end up on the internet,’ I thought to myself as we closed the door and went back inside.

We prepped our beach supplies and applied the required sunscreen; sans Paul’s help this time.  Thankfully, I had taken our beach chairs out early because the crowd was larger than it had been the last couple of days; a result of the mid-week cruise line crush.  Not so thankfully, I had broken the villa rules for the first time.  I knew it was inevitable that I would get distracted.  I just wasn’t prepared for the reality of the consequences. 

As we crossed the property line dune onto the beach, Jacque donned his swimsuit and looked at me with a smile.  The nerves in my spine tingled and my feet did not want to move over the dune since once I did, there was no turning back.  I was going to be nude on a non-nude beach in front of a growing crowd.  I had two choices as I saw it.  Decide I already hate it and just do it to satisfy an agreement or own it and find enjoyment in it somehow.  I decided on the later and took the giant psychological leap over the dune onto the beach.

There were few heads turned our way as we trekked the short distance from the villa down to our beach chairs.  I immediately scoped out the situation ahead.  There was a middle-aged couple on the left side and a group of younger guys on the right, so I chose the chair on the right.  I felt more nervous and self-conscious sitting next to a guy’s wife than I did a group of young men.  That is not to say that I was comfortable.  I was nervous and not at all turned on by the situation I found myself in.

I spread my towel out and settled in on my beach chair as if nobody else was around, totally ignoring the swirl of moving bodies around us.  ‘They might as well get a good look,’ I thought to myself.  ‘Maybe we can all get used to it and move on with our beach day.’  I looked up and to my right to see several of the guys looking over at me, my eyes immediately drawn to their tight swim trunks to confirm their enjoyment.  “Hi guys,” I said spritely.  “This is a clothing optional beach isn’t it?” I asked innocently.

“It is now!” joked one of the guys as they continued to look my way.  I pulled my sunglasses down and pulled out my book for some reading, doing my best to put them out of my mind.  But I could not get it out of my mind.  ‘It’ being a combination of the uncomfortableness I was feeling along with the multiplying exhibitionist thoughts that had started forming in my mind while I tried to read.

Jacque got his towel and drink situated on his chair then kissed my cheek and put his hand on my shoulder.  “Looks like you have quite an audience over there.  Have some fun with it,” he said.  I looked over to him with a smile, but I only turned to confirm for myself that he was turned on by this.  Needless to say, he was enjoying it very much.

“I might as well,” I said.  “But you should know that I am doing this more for you than for me.”

“Try another experiment and see if you can find a way to enjoy it for yourself too.  I would love it if you found some satisfaction from your consequences and not just irritation,” he countered.

He was right and I had decided to own it after all.  “You are right.  I'll do my best.”  I kissed him on the cheek before he sat down on his chair.  “Try not to rip that swimsuit, Jacque,” I joked with him as we both smiled at each other knowingly.  With that, I set out to see about that enjoyment.

I adjusted the angle of my chair to be in line with the direct sunrays.  This conveniently resulted in my chair now facing the group of guys more head on giving them a more complete full view of me.  I kept my legs down and firmly together and sat up in the chair with my head in my book.  There was no reading possible with my mind racing, but with my sunglasses on I looked the part and I had a clear view of the group at all times.

I had decided on the classic innocent/shy stripper move; revealing more and more over time but very slowly and unperceptively.  I had little to strip off while completely naked so this would be more of the tease that followed the strip.  I could feel a small rush of heat in my cheeks as I slowly began my show with my head in my book.

I kept my legs close together as I pretended to be engrossed in my book I held in my left hand in my lap.  I occasionally absently brushed my skin here or there with my free right hand while keeping my eyes on anyone nearby.  After some time went by like this, I very slightly spread my thighs.  Not enough to see much, but no longer clenched together. ‘She is relaxing a bit,’ an observer may have thought.

Over the next fifteen to twenty minutes I spread my legs further and further apart, my hand still occasionally absently scratching or touching different parts of my body.  I could tell that my labia were now clearly in view since I could feel the ocean breeze moving over my completely bare parts. My exhibitionistic arousal was growing and with the thought of how far I wanted to go in my little striptease, I was getting turned on. 

I kept my eyes on the occasional passer by looking at me and the regular and growing number of glances from the groups of guys.  “You look fantastic,” said Jacque. 

“You have been paying attention, after all?” I said with a satisfied smile.

“Yes, I see your game.  And you need to know that I am enjoying your little experiment as much as everyone else.  You are beautiful and sexy, and I hope you can enjoy it too,” he replied.

The combination of the comfort and safety I felt with Jacque’s support and the crescendo of arousal I felt from my slow tease had me feeling like I was in a fantasy dream.  I could feel my cheeks getting hotter and the growing engorgement of my labia as I anticipated my next move.  I raised my right knee up by placing my foot up near my backside which further exposed me to the delight of some of my voyeurs and I continued the occasional action with my hand before placing it on my raised inner thigh.

I gently rubbed my inner thigh then allowed my knee to move halfway to the ground and continued my faux reading while continuing to watch.  Then I very slowly allowed my knee to move all of the way to the side.  I adjusted myself on the chair and put my foot against my left knee to lock-in my wide exposure. I almost physically felt each glance at me as I lay there, seemingly unaware of them.  Every look seemed to be sending small tingles throughout my body. 

The penultimate move in my little beach chair ballet was to lower the head of the chair halfway down so I would be in a more reclined position, but still allow me to clearly see in front of me.  I put my book in my beach bag then laid back down, this time putting the bottoms of my feet together with my knees out to the side leaving me spread eagle.  I suppose if this pose had happened naturally, I would never even have thought about it.  But the fact that I was manipulating my position to slowly expose more of myself was amazingly arousing.

I started to slowly touch my abdomen with the fingers on my right hand then moved to my breast and traced the edge of my hard nipple sending a shiver down my spine.  I continued this gentle finger tracing, arched my neck slightly and looked out to find several of the guys standing still, watching me slowly play with the soft skin of my areola.  ‘I am enjoying myself Jacque,’ I silently admitted to him.

I could feel the wetness reaching my inner labia that, because of my spread pose, were wide open and glistening and I could feel the cooling of the ocean breeze as it moved over them.  I felt my breathing deepen and my cheeks flush as I began the final movement.  While I continued to circle my nipple with my right hand, I let my left move down towards my swollen labia and slowly touched and teased myself then pinched my nipple.  A huge course of energy erupted through me and I could feel my pulse beating in my scalp.   

I stopped my fondling and froze for a second or two.  Then I sat up, grabbed my mimosa glass and announced to Jacque, “I am going inside for a minute to get a refill,” then quickly made my way to the villa.  I did not stop at the kitchen for my refill.  Instead I made a beeline for the bedroom and clumsily found my vibrator and laid down on the bed.

I came in an instant once I turned it on.  My body heaved and spasmed uncontrollably as I rode out the first wave.  I pinched and rolled my nipple and started the vibrator again while thinking about all of the men watching as I slowly revealed my wet pussy.  But then my mind quickly switched to thinking about touching Jen’s body which immediately sent me into a second orgasm, sending wave after wave of spasm and intense joy to every tip of my body that lasted a wonderfully long time.  I closed my eyes as the last shivers of orgasm slowed to a tickle and I felt my body completely collapse deep into the bed.

I laid there quietly for a while.  My mind now only thinking about Jen and how you would go about asking another woman if you could touch them.  Whether she would enjoy me touching her and where I would do it.  After a dreamy while contemplating this fantasy, I got up and actually did refill my mimosa glass, this time with only champagne, and headed back to the beach, rosy cheeked and smiling.

The rest of the day passed more or less normally, except for the fact that I was naked.  But I soon forgot about it and went about reading, taking an occasional swim and waded in the surf with Jacque.  I was only occasionally reminded by a glance or stare that I was naked, but it soon passed, and I rather enjoyed the day at the beach. 

As mid-afternoon arrived, we decided to get out of the sun for a while and moved back up to the pool patio under umbrellas.  Jacque brought a cheese and fruit plate and a cool bottle of wine and we enjoyed a satisfying afternoon snack while Jacque started to ask me about my experiment.  “Did you enjoy your orgasms after your little show on the beach?” he asked.

“How did you know?” I said with a start, all the while knowing that I was a dead give-away.  Of course, he knew.

He gave me a knowing smile and said, “I will take that as a yes.  By the way, I started chatting with the couple next to me.  They asked me why you were naked, and I filled them in on our little experiment.  The wife said that she could never be naked like that but then the husband said it might be fun.  She slapped him and said something like, you would like that wouldn’t you?”

“While you were inside ‘getting your refill’, they packed up and were going to go for lunch.  I told them about our plans for a clothing optional party right up there at our villa on Saturday evening.  The wife said, maybe with a slight smile at her husband so they might actually come.  I got their contact numbers so we can send them an invite later too,” he said.

Just then I got a response to my group text earlier to the guys that said their wives were hesitant to come on Saturday.  “It’s beginning to look like we have a lot of wives we will need to overcome in order for us to have our party,” I said with a wry smile.  I texted back and asked them if and when they would be on the beach tomorrow.   Maybe I could stop by and meet them and help persuade them it will be ok.

With that done, I finished off my glass of wine then laid back on my chase and closed my eyes.  My mind wandered again to how fit and beautiful Jen is and the contrast of her pectoral muscles and her perfect breasts.  I fell asleep to beautiful, sensual and serene thoughts.

I woke to the gentle hand of Jacque on my shoulder.  Dinner was about ready, and it was time to wake up for a cocktail.  I must have slept for two hours while Jacque was inside cooking.  I wiped my eyes and smiled at how good I felt psychologically as well as physically. 

Jacque returned with two large G&Ts and said, “I think we should go have our drinks down at the beach.”

“Nice try Romeo.  I think I have paid my consequences for the day.  I am staying here,” I countered.

“Can’t blame a horny guy for asking,” he said with a chuckle.

We drank to the heavenly holiday we have had so far then moved to the table for an al fresco meal of chicken saltimbocca on acini de pepe pasta with grilled asparagus that he had paired with a beautiful French white from the Languedoc.  It was a beautiful meal that perfectly complimented my days’ worth of experiments.

We talked over dinner then went about writing the invitation for our proposed party.  ‘You are invited to attend a beach party hosted by Jacque and Jean at our villa this Sat at 7:30 pm.  In the spirit of openness and freedom, we would like this party to be clothing optional, only as an opportunity to enjoy a safe and enjoyable evening.  It is NOT a swinger party.  If you don’t feel comfortable being nude or even partially nude, please still come!  Optional means optional and you will not be judged one way or the other.  Please RSVP by Friday at 7:30 pm.

I hit the send button to Paul and Jen, Scott, Eric and Brandon as well as Jacque’s new friends from the beach, Tom and Stacey and hoped we could convince at least one of the wives to come.  Maybe peer pressure would bring the rest.  Then I got in the pool for some laps under the fading dusk sunlight while Jacque cleared the dishes to the kitchen.

After I finished my laps and toweled off, Jacque handed me a glass of red wine.  It was a wonderfully tannic Bordeaux and was the perfect wine for the moment.  We finished the bottle as we happily talked about my feelings as I performed my slow tease earlier in the afternoon and I was beginning to feel the gentle buzz of the alcohol.

As Jacque got up to fetch another bottle, I called after him and asked for a single malt scotch instead.  He acknowledged with a thumbs up as I heard the message app on my smartphone ring.  I picked it up to see a message from Jen.  ‘Still up for us to stop by for a drink?’ it said.

‘Absolutely!’ I texted back.  ‘We are out by the pool.  Come on over!’

When Jacque returned with a very generous pour of fifteen-year-old Macallan on the rocks, He looked at me and said, “you have a happy look on your face.”

‘Was it that obvious?’ I thought to myself.  I still had not mentioned to Jacque how aroused I was this morning after meeting Jen.  I smiled, then told him that Paul and Jen were on their way over.  I felt a tingle of excitement that I obviously could not conceal.

We shared a couple sips of our drinks then I heard Paul’s voice from the beach, “Hi guys,” he said waving as he and Jen made their way, hand in hand, to the dune.  Jen had made the walk over topless.  I was proud of her for being brave and I also could not take my eyes off of her.  She looked even more incredible now than she did this morning, or maybe it was just the scotch.

We watched them as they reached the dune, only to hesitate.  Both clearly making a choice on what to do next.  Jen was the first to go.  She walked over the dune and onto the villa property topless, but with her black bikini bottom still on.  Paul, looking disappointed, followed suit; topless but with his surfing pants still on.

We greeted them with hugs and invited them to the patio for drinks.  They brought a bottle of exceptional rum to share and we offered them wine and the bottle of McCallan that Jacque placed on the table in front of me.  We connected immediately and began a long discussion on many topics.  They were clearly more than a surfing couple and despite her girlish looks, Jen was a corporate lawyer, apparently with a very aggressive reputation, at least that’s how Paul described her.  I loved the connection we were forming and with the growing buzz from my second large glass of Scotch, I was very happy.

When the conversation on the latest topic seemed to be winding down a little, I decided we needed some food to go with all of the alcohol.  “I am going to get some cheese and bread to soak things up a little,” I announced. 

“I will help,” said Jen as she popped up from her seat.

We made our way to kitchen carrying a few empty wine bottles.  “I am very proud of you for walking over here topless,” I said as I stopped to open the patio doors. 

“Thank you, Jean.  That means a lot coming from you.  I had decided I wasn’t going to do it.  But after I got your text, I thought of you and decided to go for it.  I am glad I did.  But I didn’t have the nerve to follow your villa rules though,” she said demurely. 

We got to the kitchen and loaded a tray of bread, meats and cheeses that the grocery delivery guys brought that morning.  As Jen loaded some plates on the tray, I poured us each a glass of wine then handed one to her and stood in front of her.  “A toast to Paul for saying hello to me yesterday so I could then meet you today,” I said raising my glass to clink on hers.  We both took long sips and as we lowered our glasses, we locked eyes.

She made the first move, putting her hand on my cheek but then we both put or wine glasses on the counter at the same time.  I followed her lead and put my hand on her opposite cheek and we slowly moved our bodies closer together, maintaining eye contact the whole way.  I was savoring this moment with every fiber of my body.  My pulse was racing, and adrenaline was shooting through me and I could feel my nipples harden beyond hard and my labia swell with desire.

As our faces touched, I could feel the heat from my breath as I moved my mouth across her cheek towards her mouth.  When our lips met, we melted together; not only our lips but our entire bodies seemed to meld into one as we pressed ourselves together.  Our hands were still on each other’s cheeks as our tongues met and started to explore each other’s mouths with a sensuality I have never felt before.   

As we continued the most amazing kisses our hands started to explore and push each other’s bodies.  Her hand found my breast causing a spike in my desire and arousal as I ran both of my hands over her chest and amazing breasts.  She was so amazingly firm, and her body felt like nothing I had experienced before.  I wanted to explore every inch of her.

I pulled away from her kiss and stood back to look at her.  I started with her eyes and connected with her.  I traced my fingers along the path of my eyes as they followed her blond hairline around her face to her chin and then down to her chest.  You could see the strands of muscle in her chest which then seemed to meld seamlessly with the flesh of her breasts.  Her nipples were small but very erect.  I followed my gaze to her abs and once again marveled at the definition in her body.  Then I stopped as I got to her navel and looked up at her.

I looked her in the eyes again and said, “May I?”

“Yes,” she said in a barely audible whisper.

I looked back down then slowly, with a hand on each hip, moved her bikini bottoms to the floor. Then I stood back again to continue my visual journey.  She had a small tuft of very blond hair but the rest of her was as bare as I was.  We pressed back together and continued our passionate kiss while my hand found its way between her legs.  I could feel the heat and wetness of her as I pressed a single finger inward and slowly worked my way inside her labia. 

I could not believe I was doing this and how incredibly turned on I was.  I was burning and freezing at the same time in ecstasy as we continued to kiss and explore each other’s bodies.  Finally, I stopped and put both hands on her cheeks, then pushed myself away from her, grabbing her bottom lip with my teeth as I did.

“We have to stop before we get too carried away,” I said while almost panting.

“I think you are right,” she said.   We kissed once more then fluffed our hair and readied to join the guys back by the pool.  As we were walking out of the kitchen, Jen stopped and looked back at me and smiled.  “By the way, you can keep those.  I don’t need them anymore,” she chuckled motioning at her bikini bottom she had kicked to the side of the kitchen island.

“Now I am doubly proud of you Jen,” I giggled.

As we neared the guys, I saw Paul make a start then cock his head slightly to the side as he realized that Jen was now naked.  “How did that happen?” he said with a wide grin.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” joked Jen, knowing that he truly would want to know.  “by the way Paul.  Mr. Prude.  You seem to be overdressed compared to the rest of us!”

“You got me,” he replied as he peeled off his suit revealing a large cock that was obviously very happy at the sight of naked Jen.  He looked like a perfect fit for Jen. 

“So, we have been invited to a clothing optional party on Saturday here at Jacque and Jean’s villa.  Think we can handle the clothing optional part?” he asked with a loud laugh.

“I wouldn’t have been prepared to handle it this morning.  But I sure can now,” Jen laughed a relaxed laugh.  I loved seeing her transition from this morning.

We finished our drinks and conversation then bid Paul and Jen goodbye.  “Thank you,” I whispered in Jen’s ear as we hugged.  As they left, they didn’t bother to stop at the dune and made the walk back to their villa naked.  You couldn’t help but smile as they walked off.

As we took things back to the kitchen, Jacque stopped when he noticed Jen’s bikini on the floor by the island.  “So, just how did Jen lose her bikini?” he asked inquisitively. 

“I will tell you sometime.  But right now, I need you to fuck me,” I said as a rushed to him and kissed him then grabbed his throbbing hard cock in both hands.  He pushed me to the bedroom then again down on to the bed.  I was so amazingly wet that he slid inside of me effortlessly and began to slowly fuck me while teasing my nipples.  Each pulse of his large cock pushing against my cervix pushed me closer to orgasm but the only thoughts in my mind were of Jen.  The passionate kisses and feeling the wetness between her legs. 

With a last thought of how wet and turned on Jen was, I felt Jacque’s cock pulse and then the telltale heat inside of me as he came, and as he did, I imagined my finger moving inside of her.  The thought of her warmth on my finger pushed me over the limit as an orgasm flashed quickly causing my body to freeze, then jerked wildly as the waves of orgasm multiplied, then spread and then abated.

I was panting and sweating as Jacque rolled off of me and laid next to me.  I took his hand in mine at our sides.  “I love you.  Thank you for my experimental holiday.  I think I am starting to enjoy it,” I said as my eyes grew heavy and I slowly dozed off to sleep thinking only of Jen.

To be continued............