Were it not for the start-of-summer BBQ at my place of work, this beautiful ending to an emotional story would never have come to pass. Hell, I had not even planned to go to the start-of-summer party since invariably, most of the employees insisted on an open bar, reducing them to quivering jelly by the end of the night.
I rarely drink enough to get past sobriety, so the single fact that an open bar was in attendance, wrinkled at my good senses. Be that as it may, I was given a complimentary ticket, and there I was, if reluctantly.
So when the manager finally drew the grand prize, two tickets for an all-paid holiday to Spain, I could hardly believe my ears when he shouted 'Chris Earlhardt!' I stood rooted to the spot in surprise, mouth agape as I tried to let it sink in. Around me a chorus of shouts and cheers erupted as a bevy of well-wishers thumped me on the back. I walked up to accept the tickets with a goofy smile on my face. I looked at the envelope. Costa del Sol... no kidding! My girl would love this.
I decided to surprise Sheryl by not telling her about the tickets, and upgrading the basic accommodation to a higher-class. On a whim I decided to go for the clothing-optional hotel and beach facilities, thinking that it would be a new slant on our budding exhibitionist ways. I knew she would love it.
Boy was I wrong. Sheryl flat out declined to come with me.
"Chris, I'm on my final stretch of exams and need to hand in my thesis in six weeks time. I can't come with you to Spain. No way."
"It's only for a week" I pleaded with her, "surely you can afford a week of rest."
"I can't even afford the time to talk to you mister!" came her harried voice down the line. "Take Carol with you. I'm sure she would enjoy it."
Carol was my step-sister, whom I adored as if she were my true blood sister. A magnificent piece of womanhood that was the object of lust of practically all the straight guys in my town. As well as a lot of the women's, I might add.
"Listen Sheryl, I can't take Carol, we've only got one room." I tried to reason it out, accepting fully that she was absolutely right.
"Oh Come on now, she's your sister! Share it. The decision's final. I simply can't. Hell, sure I'm sorry, but it's impossible."
I finally accepted her decision with a heavy heart. It WAS her last exam before graduating as a pediatrician, and the thought of her failing at the final hurdle was unthinkable.
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"Whaaaat? You really want me to come with you? Hell, yeah, of course I will! What's up with Sheryl? When are we going?"
Carol bombarded me with one question after the other, as she jumped up and down, perky breasts jiggling under a bra-less t-shirt. I moaned as I envisaged my lips wrapped around those beauties. My step-sister was not too strict about decency, and it wouldn't be the first time I had walked into our shared bathroom to find her applying lipstick or mascara with just a towel wrapped around her waist. Modesty was not her strongest point. I had never seen her fully naked, but I understood that titties on show were accepted.
At first I used to back-up apologetically, but she soon assured me it was nothing that was bothering her at all. I told her I was more than content to stare at her beautiful body for hours. For she was truly beautiful. A short light-brown hair-do framed a small face, perched elegantly on a longish neck set on a beautiful set of shoulders. Her breasts weren't large at all, either a larger A-cup or a smaller B-cup.
Two firmly pointed beauties tipped with vivid rose nipples. She was a sight to behold. I noticed that despite her being well tanned, she had no strap lines, suggesting she sunbathed topless.
I don't have to add that this view would always send my dick spiraling upwards, and rendering it impossible to pee. I would give up with a laugh and a shrug, while seeing her smile apologetically.
We had a good relationship, being brought together at the age of eighteen by our parents, my dad, and her mum, whom she took after in the looks department. My mother had passed away after a long illness, and her father had been caught banging his silicone-breasted secretary in the office. God what an idiot.
Unlike most 'families with baggage', we had taken to each other immediately, and after the initial shyness and guardedness, became firm friends within a couple of weeks. By the time a year had passed, we were inseparable.
Eight years on, and we were still unmarried. I had been with Sheryl for a couple of years, and while being happy with her, never felt that I could venture to ask her to marry me. Carol, being beautiful, had a multitude of guys swooning at her feet. Relationships were plentiful, but short.
Our parents often taunted us jokingly about becoming an old man and an old maid, but we were happy in our little world of work and chilling out with friends and with each other.
Sometimes we would spend hours in the attic balcony, just gazing at the skies and talking. We always found something to discuss. I had majored in Physics, while she had gotten her degree in arts. The disparity made for very interesting conversations, and made time go by so quickly.
At this point in time, I must hasten to add that I think we both liked each other very much. Well beyond the brother-sister boundary. We were not really blood-related, but liked to pretend that we were. Our nightly sessions usually ended with a hug, when we would shuffle down the ladder to our rooms.
I smiled at her excitement. Sometimes she was just like a little kid.
"Calm down before you burst a coronary. I won a pair of tickets to a Costa del Sol resort in Spain. A whole week. Flights, room, food, everything paid for by the company. Sheryl simply cannot afford a week off. I would love it if you accepted my invitation to come with me."
And that is when it hit me that I had made reservation upgrades to a clothing optional beach. At that point I just let Carol hug me and bury her head in my shoulders, soft breasts squishing against me, deciding to wing it.
The first of July saw us being shepherded to the airport by Carol's mother. I really liked Janice. I never took her as the woman who would replace my mother, but rather, the woman who would help me and my father pick up the wreckage of our lives, and set things straight.
She was only forty when she came into my life, but seemed so much more mature than her age. Of course, being beautiful herself helped a lot. Many a time she was just like an angel to me. A guiding light in a tunnel of darkness we had entered with my mother's demise.
At the airport gate, I gave her a hug, a peck on her cheek, and whispered an 'I Love You', before picking up our two valises and heading towards the gate.
Janice hugged her only daughter, eyes sparkling as she caressed her cheek.
"Tell him. He'll understand. I've seen you two. It's the only natural choice " She told her. Of course, looking back, I did not know what she meant at that time and had let it pass as insignificant.
A quick check-in, and we were on the flight. We passed our time playing cards, watching a movie, and in the end, just talking. Carol wasn't a great aircraft person, and after five hours, was gripping my hand tightly.
And at that time, I decided to come clean about what I had done.
"Listen Carol," I turned to face her, "there's something you should know. Before asking Sheryl to come with me, I had already upgraded the accommodation to another one."
"So...if it's an upgrade it's better, right?" she asked with a smile.
"Well. Yeah. A hell of a lot better. But... How am I going to say this? It's uh, a clothing option resort."
Her face remained stock still, her mouth forming an O that I was frightened of.
"You mean, there'll be nude guys and girls?" she whispered.
"Um. Yeah" I replied glumly. I thought I had blown it.
"That is waaaay beyond cool!" Carol replied.
I let out my breath in a controlled sigh. "I imagined you would be mad."
"Why the hell did you think so? I'm your sister, well, step-sister, not an old maid. Golly, we can go nude too?"
"That's up to you Carol. You know how much I respect you. If you want to, sure, why the heck not?" I answered.
"I have no problem with that. Do you have a problem? Is everything alright in that department?"
"Do you have any doubts?" I smiled shyly at her.
"Not really, but one can never be too sure..." was her reply.
"The only doubt I have is this step-brother and sister thing. We are related, but not really related. That's difficult to keep pretending about."
"I know it all too well. I like you too much. Maybe like is too soft a word. I'm supposed to love you in a sisterly sort of way, but somehow, it is more than that. I have to admit to you that when I see you kissing and sleeping with Sheryl, it gets me so mad. I guess it's jealousy, but I shouldn't feel jealousy. You're my brother, in all but blood." She tried to explain.
"Well, except for the fact that my father and your mother are married, we aren't related at all. You know, if there was a choice I would do in life again, that would be to never ask my dad to take me to that sports shop, where he met your mom. Knowing I can never have the person I have come to love hurts so much." I finished lamely.
At those words, Carol leaned forward in her seat and kissed me, a soft, tender touching of lips that brought me out in shivers.
The rest of the flight continued uneventfully. Eight hours was a long haul, but Carol had the shadow of a smile on her face throughout the rest of the voyage.
Finally the captain announced that we were within half an hour of our destination, and could everybody be a sport and put away his folding table and fasten their seatbelt.
Unlike major American airports, landing was swift and immediate. A quarter of an hour later we were checking out at the desks, (nothing to declare), and soon saw a lovely representative with the placard indicating our hotel, 'La Puerta del Mar'... faithfully translated as 'The door to the sea'.
We shook hands and introduced ourselves (her name was Diandra), and she explained in beautifully lilted English that there were five couples in total. The other eight soon showed up, and I looked them over with a keen eye.
Two couples were obviously retirees, who it seemed, had made this trip a good number of times before, since Diandra greeted them warmly with a hug. Another couple consisted of an attractive blonde with definitely fake tits, her wide-eyed husband, a strapping six-footer, in tow. But it was the last two that definitely caught my eye.
A tall beautifully curvy woman with short hair and a body to die for took my breath away. Her husband was no less pleasing to the eye as I saw Carol scope him over. Well built but not excessively, he had the grace of an antelope ready to burst into flight. The fact that they were the only two coloured people in the group did not distract us one iota.
In fact Andrew and Karla seemed the best bet to strike a friendship with, and as we gathered our bags, introduced ourselves. They were so open and friendly. Like us, they were headed for an adventure. When they told us that they were kissing cousins...well, that really rocked our boat. If only they knew about us!
The representative gathered us around her and told us that we would be immediately boarding a coach to the trip to Nerja.
"I know you have had a long trip, and that some of you might want some rest, but the bus is a converted Greyhound. We have beds, showers, and also a little kitchenette on board. Those of you who might want to freshen up in the airport public bathrooms are free to do so. We leave in an hour. That will give all of you plenty of time to fill up your tummies or have a shower. The trip will take around four hours, but it is all in air-conditioned comfort." She beamed at us.
Andrew told us they were heading to the Burger King stand for a Double XXL, and we joined them at the fast food joint, creating the first bonds of friendship. Over burgers and cokes, we talked a little about ourselves.
Somehow, we never got round to introducing ourselves as brother and sister, and for the moment, were happy to just string along.
Karla was the owner of a second-hand car dealership, and Andrew was the boss there. Despite being cousins, they only had eyes for each other. Their union was not perceived too well by the community where they lived, and had decided to head to Europe for a while, to get some breathing space.
Pretty soon we were laughing and joking as if we had known each other for years. They were both easy going, and with us being quite laid-back as well, we got on well.
How could you not get on well with a woman as beautiful as Karla. Make no bones about it, I thought Carol was amazing, but Karla was incredible. Her skin shone like gold, and she threw out a healthy look of vitality.
Too bad she was with Andrew. I could have gladly made a pass for her. Still, going to a nude beach resort made me sure I would see her naked now and again.
Eventually we trundled our luggage behind us to the waiting greyhound bus. Our cases went with us on board, and after stowing them in the overheads, settled around a largish table. A pack of cards was produced and various games of gin rummy and poker ensued.
An hour into the bus ride, and I begged off another round, citing tiredness. In fact I badly needed to stretch out a bit. I rang out the service bell and Diandra came over to see what she could help us with.
"You said you have beds on the bus? I'd like to crash out for an hour or two. The plane really tired me out." I asked her.
"Yeah sure, follow me. She smiled.
I noticed that Carol had gotten up behind me and was following us down the narrow corridor on one side of the bus.
"Here's room number one," she beckoned with a flourish "TV and AC remotes are near the bed. Shower cubicle on the right. If you're not up half an hour before we arrive, I'll page you on the phone. Have fun." She finished, winking at us.
It was hard to tell that it was a room on a bus. It was pretty large and had practically all the amenities one would find in an apartment. A large bed under the window, a small closet for clothes, and a shower beside it made up the furniture.
"So are you taking a nap? Or just wanted to get away from the crowd?" Carol asked, with a smile.
"What crowd?" I replied. "I just want a couple of hours of peace and quiet. I'll just take a shower and chill."
"What about clothes?" Carol asked. "You didn't bring your travel bag."
"Well, I'll just shower and plop on the bed. There are towels in the closet."
"And what about me?" asked Carol again.
"You can shower after I'm done. You know I don't take too long there."
She rolled her eyes, partly in fun. "Yes, but, what are you going to wear? I assume you're not sleeping in your clothes."
"You assume right. I am going to hang my clothes in the closet, and just wear my boxers. Hope that doesn't offend your morals."
"Oh. MY morals. That's a good one. I'll just wear my panties. You've seen my tits before, I'm sure, so you won't be seeing anything new." She smiled.
"That's one pair I never tire of admiring. They are simply the most beautiful pair I have ever seen anywhere. And that includes pornstars."
I took off and hung my shirt, before removing my shoes, socks and trousers. These also went into the closet. I grabbed a towel, and wearing just my boxers, entered the tiny cubicle. It only took me a couple of minutes to wash and rinse, wrap my towel around my waist, and go out into the main cabin to dry myself properly.
And that is where I nearly had a heart attack. Carol had already taken off her top and shorts, waiting to go into the shower cubicle, and wearing just a tiny pair of panties, a sheer white cotton thingy that left little to the imagination.
My voice got caught up in my throat, and all I could do was croak, before turning my eyes away. Unfortunately they only went as far as the mirror, where the thong disappeared into her ass.
I could feel my dick rising instantly, threatening to burst through my boxer opening. Without a word she slipped into the shower, and I sighed in relief. I looked down at my fat sausage, willing it to go down, without much hope of success.
Finally I threw myself face-down on the bed, and before long, jet-lag had overtaken me and I slipped away into a haunted fitful sleep. I imagine Carol must have laid down on the bed too, because when I woke up an hour later, she was asleep on her back, leg thrown over my body, and arms behind her head.
I perved her as she lay asleep, marvelling at the beauty of this woman. Her breasts had hardly changed shape as they rose and fell with every breath she took. Her tummy was nice and flat, honed by many years of swimming, and beneath that, her panties were a nearly transparent white, through which one could clearly see the delights that she offered.
I turned my head guiltily away, but I could not resist taking more than another peek at her. At one point, she mumbled something incoherent and turned onto me, cuddling on to my back, small pointy breasts digging into me. Her arm snaked around me, pulling me tighter. I don't know who she was thinking about, but I offered him a silent thanks.
At this point there was no way my dick would be deflating, and sleep would hardly be any easier to come. So I just decided to enjoy her body rubbing against mine, knowing full well what a treat this trip would become.
Presently the phone on the table next to the bed rang softly. It was Diandra advising us that we only had forty five minutes before we arrived.
I touched Carol softly on her shoulders, trying to wake her gently. She groaned and turned on her back again, stretching like a cat, purring contentedly. My dick rose to full mast again as she stretched right under my gaze. Her panties crept up until they were right in her crack, one of her labia peeking out in the open.
The erotic movement of her hand moving down to spread the front fabric nearly made me lose it.
"You are so beautiful. If only..." I stopped.
"Yes, if only...but things can happen, or change, you never know," she smiled shyly as she stretched...Carol made her way to the tiny bathroom, and I finally had some time to allow myself to dress without making a fool of myself. I was always on a hair-trigger edge, and it needed little to push me to an orgasm.
So many times I had managed to embarrass myself on a bus. What was it with me and buses? It was probably the vibration of the engine, in sync with my body. I once talked to a psychologist friend of mine over drinks and he laughed about it. "It's so common amongst youths."
I had put my trousers, socks and shoes on, but it was so warm I decided to just leave the shirt hanging on its little peg. Just as I buckled my belt, Carol came out of the bathroom, all dressed and with a smile on her face. There was no need for her to tell me that she was enjoying out little break.
I wondered whether we would return home in eight days' time in the same mood. I wouldn't be surprised if we didn't.
We tidied up the bed (and by that I mean just pulled the covers taut), and picked up the towels and deposited them in the ''to clean'' basket.
Checking to see that we left nothing behind, we exited the bedroom and made our way to the main area on the coach. I laughed as we snuck up behind Karla and Andrew who were dozing and whooped behind them, startling the couple out of their dreams. Andrew took it well with a smile, but Karla. Jesus, could that woman swear. She coloured the air with some choice words that had a lot of effing in them.
It was hard to stay annoyed though, and we soon were horsing around once again. They were a grand couple, and we promised each other that we would stay in contact once this trip was over.
The coach had meanwhile meandered through the more modern city of Malaga with its six hundred thousand inhabitants, and made its way through sleepy villages and finally down to Nerja and our final destination, the Costa del Sol.
Our hotel was guarded by high white walls and the bus barely made it through the gates. I wondered why it was thus and asked Diandra.
"Remember that this is a clothing optional facility, and while to me it is so natural to be nude, it might be upsetting to others who think they might have a moral high-ground. Of course, having high walls also means that nobody can snoop in."
I nodded in understanding. I had this strange feeling about Europe. There was no middle ground. It was normal to have people who were deeply religious and were so straight-laced, but also quite common to have open nudity on television, and that included prime time.
Topless beaches were very common all round France and Italy, where it was legally permitted. Germany had an even more open philosophy towards nudity and sex. And as for the Czech Republic? It was absolutely insane. Open 'swinging' parties were quite the norm and couples would just book an inn, or a small venue, and partake in free sex with strangers.
We thought we were advanced in the US when we came to these things, but actually, had no clue.
Two minutes later, and we had arrived. It was a relief to hear the engine die out, even if the sound was pretty insulated from us. I hated engines and machinery. I loved the peace and quiet of the countryside.
As soon as we five couples alighted, two stewards brought out our luggage, and the bus reversed and left. It was pleasant to hear that the surroundings were very quiet. Dotted around the lush landscape, decked with tables and trees, a good amount of people were eating and drinking, quite oblivious to the fact that they were all nude.
I looked down at Carol, who shrugged, smiled and pulled me into the reception area, away from the sun. Granted, it was not so hot at that time in the evening, but the low elevation had us squinting badly.
Registration was mercifully quick and we were given little maps to find our cottage as well as a key to lock the door should we need to.
I raised my eyebrows at the news "Should we need to? Does that mean people do not lock doors here?"
The receptionist smiled and shrugged.
"This community is also known for night-walking activities. It isn't unheard of for men to go looking for passion at night, while the woman waits on her bed for a visitor from her side. We try to encourage our patrons to leave jealousy and privacy behind them when they are here.
As you can imagine while this is a clothing optional resort, nobody wears any clothes at all, unless it is some kind of wrap against the sun. You DO have a small closet which can be locked via a personal code, for guarding valuables"
I could take that. I could night-walk to Karla's. It was a scant fifty yards away. Andrew permitting, of course.
"That's great," enthused my sister.
"You are just in time for the evening activity, something to sooth away the fatigue of the journey. After that it is the bbq buffet" said Diandra.
We picked our luggage and followed the trail to two beautiful cottages set just a few yards apart. The itinerary said that the next activity would begin in a few minutes. The four of us decided to attend to it and get to know each other more.
I had no problem in simply opening the cottage door, dumping the luggage on the floor and stripping off. Hell, I already had a chubby. Carol was a bit more educated, as is the wont with women. She slowly took her top off, her back to me, folding it neatly on a chair back, and slowly took her shorts and underwear off. She had a lovely backside. Finally she was nude, but still neglected to turn and face me.
That happened only after she grabbed the white towel from the chair and looked up shyly towards me. I grinned as she looked at my penis, nearly three quarters of the way up and wanting more.
Her eyes were open wide as she looked at me. I was naked in front of her, and I was loving it.
We made our way down to the recreation centre, and were pleasantly surprised to see that only a small number of people were in fact still holding their towels just above their groins, in a show of embarrassment.
Carol was beautiful in just a small white towel hiding her lower front, her breasts jiggling merrily with every step. I had initially started with the towel held in front of my groin as we left the cottage, but soon became bold enough to just hold the towel in my hand and stroll along as naked as a new-born baby bird.
I was surprised by the sense of freedom that was washing over me.
The centre was pleasantly large, and we were greeted by Joe, a hulk of a man, very black and with an absolutely huge dick. I could see that Carol was fascinated by his large member and remarked upon it. It was then that she realized I was totally comfortable with my nudity and raised her eyebrow at me in question. I grinned at her, confident in the knowledge that I had one up on her, and frankly, was enjoying the attention I was getting.
Finally Joe, clapped his hands and motioned for us to gather.
"Most of you will be wondering why we have gathered here at this centre. We will be doing Nude Zumba."
At this point, most of us were taken by surprise. We certainly had not expected this.
"And naturally, you will all be thinking. Why the hell are we taking Nude Zumba lessons at this time of evening. Well, let me tell you something. After I finish off with you, your bodies will be glistening with sweat, muscles screaming in protest, and above all, after this exhilarating hour, there will only be one thing you will feel like doing. And that would pretty much spoil any other schedule you might all be having."
His teeth shone in the evening sun, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. Joe looked at all thirty of us, and started separating couples. His eyes fell on Carol.
"You, the blonde with the pony-tail, step in front of your husband."
"She's not my..." I started to say...
"Of course she isn't! Step in front of your husband." he ordered her, interrupting me immediately.
"And lose that towel please." he added.
Carol stepped in front of me and obediently ditched the towel on the rack provided. I could see her ass in front of me, and I wondered, not for the first time, what the front would look like close up. Andrew and Karla were right beside us, and there was no doubt that Karla would be following Carol along the same line.
After a few minutes, everyone was naked, lined-up and ready to go. Joe started us with a few limbering moves, warming up our muscles. My dick slapped against my stomach, and Andrew's penis was doing the same. Except he had more weight to his meat. For one of the first times in my life, I was jealous.
But the real feast started within ten minutes as we started stretching. Joe instructed us to part our feet about twenty four inches apart, and urged us to grab our ankles and pull. The effect was this wonderful stretching in my glutes and calf muscles. Joe told us to raise our heads, and there before me was the most beautiful view I had ever seen. Carol was bending over in front of me, not more than four feet in front of my position, legs at the regulatory distance, bending over, and totally exposing her wet moist pussy and ass-hole to me. Her puckered ass actually excited me more, as I could see it expand and contract with the effort of the exercises.
Her pussy, beautifully pink, was spread open like a red rose, labia a shocking red, with the nubbin of her clit fully erect. At that moment I watched a drop of moisture slip from between those petals and roll smoothly down her leg. It was oh so erotic and hot. Needless to say, I had a boner that could choke a dinosaur.
Perhaps a little too late, I realized that the girl behind me could see right into my ass. I grinned at the thought, but honestly, it did not bother me. As Joe instructed us to stand up and stretch, Carol glanced back and was delightfully smiling as she looked at my huge erect cock. Fair is fair, I guess.
My friend had a club hanging below his belly, and I could see that Karla was also well cut out for fucking, with a big piercing in her clit, I thought. She was gorgeous. But truthfully, despite all that flesh, I only had eyes for Carol. I have to admit that I was deeply in love with this woman.
After an hour of stretching, pulling muscles, hopping, and dance moves, Joe launched into a post workout stretching regime, and then dismissed us.
We were absolutely beat. It was all I could do to grab our towels, and after thanking him, started to make our way back to our cottage. I could see that Joe, with his huge dick, was getting requests from the ladies for a further 'private' session.
Walking along the dimly lit path, lost in my fatigue, I hardly heard Carol say "After that show, I hardly think I need bother with a towel again do I?"
"You are so beautiful, dressed or not. I prefer you as you are, but it is your choice." I grinned at her. Naturally, my cock was still pointing to the sky.
"I'm not going to pretend I'm not excited, especially looking at your fabulous body. Hell, I sure ain't going to hide it...unless it bothers you, of course."
"No. It doesn't bother me at all. I actually think it's beautiful." Carol replied.
I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, and we made way to our place, sweaty, tired, but surprisingly, still full of energy that we could not explain. Finally we arrived and decided that after this eye-opener, there was no problem in using the deck space to shower together.
We washed in blessed silence, a relief after the senseless thumping that kids call music nowadays. Although we had plenty of space, we bumped against each other occasionally, keeping my deck at full mast all the time. I could not keep my eyes off Carol's body, glowing in the aftermath of the workout, musculature rippling under her skin.
She broke the silence awkwardly. "Uh, want to wash my back?"
Would I? Would I? The hell I would. I refused the sponge she gave me, squirted some liquid soap onto my palms and started to wash her as she turned her back to me. I massaged the soap onto her shoulder blades and upper back, daring to go lower until I nearly arrived at her ass.
I hesitated before she asked me to go on. I cupped those two fabulous globes of woman flesh and rubbed circularly. I could hear Carol moan audibly as I kneaded her backside. Finally, I knelt and washed her legs, daring to cup my hands around them nearly to the front. Carol shuddered, and I could have sworn she was having an orgasm, although I couldn't be sure. She was trembling all over, shuddering at my touch.
Suddenly she turned to face me. "Do my front now."
I was on my knees after just having washed her ankles, and the vision was beautiful. A long puffy slit, engorged and wet, was dominating my field of view. I gasped as her clit distended on its' own, slipping from her folds to stand proudly like a tiny little cock. I desperately wanted to lick, nibble and suck on that nubbin, but I stood up, wanting to complete this job.
We laughed as it was patently obvious that my cock would get in the way. As it was, bobbing at pussy level, there was no way I could avoid touching her there.
Finally I commenced washing her, my palms sliding over her front shoulders, her erotic neck, her beautifully firm breasts, and I went from nipple to nipple, as Carol moaned again. Surprising her, I turned her with her back to me again, this time close to my body, cock dipping to straight below her ass crack. I started soaping her tummy, dipping lower each time until I reached her thighs.
Moving inwards, her head upon my shoulders, my arms entwined around her, I cupped her right breast with my left hand, as she let out a groan, pushing her ass onto my cock. With my right hand I found the little nub of flesh, the centre of her erogenous zone, and it took only a few circling around it before she whispered to me not to stop. Carol was coming and she relaxed visibly onto me as she came with a loud gasp, knees buckling under the pleasure of her orgasm.
It was so beautiful, step-brother and step-sister, having an erotic shower, that was not supposed to be in any way sexual, but our mutual love, trust, and indeed, the nude Zumba, had heightened our animalistic awareness to another level.
After what seemed an hour but was in fact barely a minute or two, Carol turned round and kissed me tenderly on the lips, thanking me for such an unexpected but beautiful experience.
She then took up the soap in her hands and began to lather me up, first my upper back, then moving lower until she reached my buttocks, daring to slip one finger firmly up my hole. I had never experienced something like that, and it was a fleeting touch, which however, I thought was dead cool.
Finally it was my turn to turn round, and as I did so, with Carol on her knees after washing my ankles, my cock loomed into her face, and with hardly a sound, she opened her mouth wide and gobbled me inside her wonderful face.
Her hands were on my ass as she face-fucked herself on my tool. I was trying to control myself, but as soon as she slipped a soapy finger into my ass, invading my privacy, I could take no more, and my sperm was blasting through my balls faster than a formula1 car as it shot through my dick straight into Carol's mouth, hardly touching anything before settling into her stomach. Three almighty spurts saw her scrambling to swallow, but she hung on gamely and managed to get it all.
I felt weak as my energy suddenly deflated. I helped Carol get up, and finally, finally, after all those years of wanting her, we kissed hungrily, needing to feel being a part of each other's souls. Our lips welded together in a frenzy of kissing. Real love, real soul clinchers. We could not get enough of each other as we clung to each other's body.
Finally we parted for air, gasping, and I asked her if what we were doing was right.
"Sure feels like it." She answered, chest heaving, breasts rising and falling with each breath she took.
"It does doesn't it? Look. Carol. I know this might sound strange, but I know that I love you very very much. I would do anything to be with you every day and every night of my life. If you feel that this is wrong or you don't want to live with this, I will understand..." I finished.
"Let's play this by the ear. I know I love you too, but this trip is too good to leave any stone unturned. Let's enjoy this holiday, experience what others are doing, and we decide on the way home alright? Meanwhile, I'm hungry. Feel like going to the bbq?" she replied.
"What kind of question is that? Asking a guy if he wants to go to a nude bbq? Hell, yeah!"
I was hungry. Hungry but so happy at the way things were progressing. I nearly fell into the routine of finding something to wear, but remembered that everyone was naked. So I just grabbed my bum-bag and chucked my phone and credit card in it, and followed Carol's beautiful ass out of the cottageAre we picking up Andrew and Karla?" Carol asked, as we walked hand in hand.
"We're bound to meet them at the bbq although in reality it is only a few steps from our path. Let's knock on the way anyway."
We meandered slowly along the gently undulating path bordered with lawns and potted with flowers growing here and there. Small flames licked at the small torches fuelled by paraffin, the smell dissipating the mosquitoes usually found teeming at this time of day near open waters. It was amazingly quiet, and it all lent such a wonderful air of serenity. It would be just like any other resort, except that nobody elected to wear clothes.
The cottages, in this early evening, were indistinguishable blobs of grey against a darkening sky. We arrived at Andrew and Karla's cabin just as they were coming out themselves. We greeted each other, women with a hug, and men with a high five, although we men hugged each other's partner rather enthusiastically. I enjoyed the contact with 'new flesh' as I call it.
The girls seemed to have no problems with their hugging each other's naked body. We guys shouldn't have either, really, but for some reason, we had this hangup, thinking perhaps that it would make us less macho.
Carol seemed to press herself a little more tightly than she needed to with Andrew. I had no problem with that. My dick really enjoyed the tingle it got with Karla. I lingered a bit more, feeling myself nestle among the soft curves and relishing every second of the warm contact.
We walked towards the restaurant, and Andrew commented about how cool it was already.
"It's still very warm," I reminded him. "Spain. Summer. Scalding. You'll see tomorrow, just you wait."
"No you idiot, I meant that this camp is cool. It's so quaint. So different. Even the streets. Did you see them as we wound down the hills? They're tiny. Just like the cars they drive. And everything seems so old. Back home everything seems as if it was made yesterday, or last week."
"I get it , I get it. Well, here in Spain they were one of the first to discover the US of A, and of course, you have plenty of Mexicans working for you. Where do you think they got their language from? I have done a couple of years here as a student, and by here, I mean in Europe, Florence, in Italy. Fascinating. The art and architecture of the palaces are so beautiful. "
More couples, some singles, and groups were walking towards the restaurant along converging paths, soon splitting to join tables while others waited in line to gather plates and food.
Everywhere one looked, flesh was freely on show. I could tell which patrons were new, and others which had become immune to the dazzling array of cocks, arse, pussy and boobs.
There were mostly older people, who were the bravest, some beautiful milfs, and a good number of youths, although not as numerous. I was amazed at the huge dicks some of the younger generation were sporting. Impressive.
Seeing that most of the people were stark naked, I was worried that it would be a bonfire-style bbq but was relieved to realize it was a buffet table. We were offered plastic aprons to use while eating as any hot food spilling on private parts wouldn't make a very pretty sight I was sure.
"THIS is a bbq?" whispered Andrew as we watched Carol and Karla grab a table. Having confessed to have never left the USA, this was all new to Andrew. His idea of a cook-out was quite different.
"It's a buffet. But all the food is barbecued. Just wait. You'll see it's very good."
There were a good amount of people preceding us as we gathered plates and cutlery for four. Pretty soon we were there and truly the feast lay in front of us was sumptuous. Chicken, meats, fish, vegetables and a variety of differently cooked potatoes were on offer.
"Good evening gentlemen." The server behind the counter smiled and greeted us warmly. "Would you like help in being served or would you prefer serving yourself?"
"Good evening to you too, " I replied. "You can pick some food for us, I don't mind. Anything except fish please. Neither for my girlfriend."
"Fish is good for the heart sir...and for the eyes" smiled the man.
"True enough. And there certainly is plenty to look at. But I can't stand the taste, or the smell either."
"Okay, let me select some good cuts, a little bit of everything. You not full up, you come back for more okay?" he replied.
The server piled food on to my two plates until they were decorated quite beautifully. Food is an art, and dressing food is a must. Seeing that the girls were not too far away, I left Andrew to be served himself, and managed to get away to the tables, precariously balancing the plates and the cutlery. I managed to navigate safely and stretched over the table, not realizing that my penis had flopped onto the table.
I was surprised when I felt somebody fondle me, seeing that Carol was on the other side. I looked down to see Karla rubbing me from just behind the head, and I groaned as I felt my cock stiffen.
"Carol's been telling me about the naughty thoughts you have of me."
I didn't know what to say except nod in agreement. "She's not wrong, although she shouldn't have told you. What if Andrew objects?"
She laughed and tossed her head back. "Andrew? I'll just say that he just loves pink pussy. Carol's got some of that yeah? We're willing to trade"
It was Carol's face which was turning pink now. Her smile was a give-away. She had seen Andrew's cock and certainly fancied a ride. We all laughed, just as Andrew arrived at the table.
"What did I miss?" he asked. "Somebody better give me a hand before I drop these plates."
Carol surprised him by grabbing his thick cock right at the head.
"Damn, woman. Don't do that. I don't like promises that can't be kept" he said.
"They'll keep okay. All of them. Now let's get eating. I'm starving" Carol replied.
I was still standing up with a bemused look on my face as my dick was still standing to attention, and everyone was looking at me.
"What?" I asked, "you're not waiting for a prayer are you?"
The girls laughed at such a ridiculous notion. Prayers? At a nude resort? They refrained from wearing the aprons, but Andrew and I put them on. I didn't dare risk hot meat or fat on my privates.
After the initial surprise at the quality of the food, we settled down to enjoy ourselves quietly. We made little small talk as the travelling (and the pre-dinner activities) had really tired us out.
The girls ate sparingly, and most of that was from the side of the salads and fruits. Andrew and I ate voraciously, and we even sprung for seconds. The food was good, and plentiful.
We finally pushed our plates away from us, bellies full and content. Waiters picked up plates and distributed cigars as patrons moved away from the tables down to the beach, where a bonfire was quickly growing.
If there was anything one could be sure of in Spain, that was the fact that a guitar is always available. I asked our head waiter if one was at hand, and he got us his personal instrument, a magnificent black classic six-stringer.
I promised to take good care of it, and we strolled to the beach with the others. The mood was quiet, perhaps also a bit romantic, and I took to the guitar with gusto. I played a range of songs from Dylan (Mr. Tambourine Man), sliding through some Zeppelin, ballads from Scorpions (Holiday) and finishing with Beatles songs which everyone knew and sang along with.
As the final chords of the Beatles 'While my guitar gently Weeps' faded away, the camp exploded in applause. I looked at Carol, who was literally weeping, tears flowing down her face. Andrew could hardly speak, while Karla's face was shining.
I took a bow, and saluted the others while we went to return the instrument.
"Gracias," I told the head waiter in halting Spanish, "es un magnifico instrumento. Esta a la venta?" I wasn't even sure I used the right words.
"Ah no senor. My papa, he gave me this many years ago. Now my father is dead, and I will never sell this. Spiace."
I returned the guitar to him, asking if I could perhaps use it some other night.
"Si, si, no problem. It sounds much better when you play it."
We saluted the other servers with thanks, and made our way to our cottages, totally beat.
Karla and Andrew were the first to arrive and we waved them goodbye, with the promise of meeting in the morning. It only took us a few minutes to arrive at our little cabin and Carol flopped down on the bed just like that. Fully naked, pussy shaved, she was a beautiful sight.
I wanted to jump her bones, already sporting an erection which had not really gone down. I call it a permanent chubby.
However I rarely sleep without showering first, and so, decided to go have a wash. Carol wasn't bothered at all. She did have other ideas though as I returned from the refreshing wash. The shower was spacious and could have easily fitted three couples in it.
"How about we sleep outside? It's twenty-eight Celsius. No chance of rain at all. What's to stop us from enjoying the night?"
Nothing was stopping us, and we headed for the external bed at the back of the cottage. We lit up a couple of citronella candles, and let down the nets against mosquitoes, making sure the fabric was well away from the open candle lights. It really wouldn't do to die in a blaze just as we discovered our feelings for each other.
I cannot explain or write down what went on during the night. We made slow love to each other for a long time. It was so exciting to be finally able to release all my pent-up emotions of all the years of closeness to Carol . It was a night of many firsts, and seconds and thirds. It was amazing, that feeling of being deep within someone else's body. And with someone you have so much feelings. It was deeper than sex. It was this deep yearning and acquisition of something one could only dream about.
Many times I thought that it would be our last orgasm for the night before drifting off, but something sparked us off time and again as we entwined our bodies, looking for further clues in the search for the perfect joining. My lips were inflamed with the passion of our kissing, hers were not only inflamed by kissing but also by deep-throating me incessantly.
I could not get enough of her sweet-tasting nectar, and lapped from what felt like the fountain of the gods, pulling at her clit until she could take no more, and pushed me away, trembling with her orgasms.
Finally, sweaty, tired, and sticky, we simply slipped away to blissful oblivion, aware that just fifty yards away, our happy noises were being heard by Andrew and Karla, much like we could hear their lovemaking.
The next morning, I awoke with my usual woody, but this time pleased with the knowledge that there was somebody who would be more than happy to help out with my predicament. Carol's leg was hooked over mine, and as I raised my head, I saw the pleasant visual effect that this was having on her lower body.
The sun was coming up, peeking stealthily over the horizon, and the rays were catching her pussy in a most beautiful way. Her lips were still inflamed after our first full night of passion, and the moisture was glistening in the morning light, making them seem as if they were glowing pink. Carol's pussy was an 'innie', meaning that except for her slit, nothing else was on show. Whenever I searched for porn on the net, I always looked out for girls who sported an 'innie'. If anything, it made my dick harder.
Eventually I could not resist putting it off any longer. I raised Carol's leg, turned her on her side, and with the spooning position we were in, only took a second for me to slide my dick inside her. She awoke immediately, eyes flying open in pleasurable shock, purring as I slowly sawed in and out of her.
My right hand went to her clitty, rubbing it in circles, while my left arm was looped under her neck and over her breasts. Carol pushed against me, and I could feel my dick head bumping against her cervix.
"Mmmmm... It does go deep this way doesn't it?" she breathed huskily.
My throat was dry as I mumbled an affirmative. I continued pumping in and out of her, hand at her clitty, when she decided to turn her face towards me. We locked eyes together, as she whispered that she was on the verge of coming. I was at the edge too, and as I lowered my lips onto hers, I splashed her insides with semen.
Carol was mewling and groaning at the same time as her refined orgasm overtook her, body trembling at this outpour of emotion. We continued kissing, not wanting to break the moment of pure ecstatic love. After a few moments we slumped back, spent, but happy that we could start the day with a quickie.
Carol was the first to raise herself off the bed, going to the shower to wash away the night's debauchery, and I jumped to join her, knowing that showering would always give us a thrill by reminding us of our first time together.
After we washed and towelled ourselves dry, we debated whether it would make sense to wear clothes to have breakfast in a nude colony.
Despite the earliness of the hour, the sun was already up on its way to remind us of how hot it would be here. I elected to bring a cap and a white linen shirt just in case I could not take the heat on my body.
We decided to call Andrew and Karla on their cell-phone, only to find out that they were on their way here and up the short path to our cabin.
"Listen Carol, I know we talked about this yesterday, but after last night I don't know where we stand. I don't want to do anything to jeopardize our new relationship. It's cool by me if you want me to lay off..."
"Really? Listen Chris, I want this week to be perfect for both of us. Let's enjoy ourselves to the full, and then decide later what we are allowed to do from then onwards. But for this week, I can't wait to flaunt my body in the naughtiest way possible, and get my fill of cock. And how can I not want Andrew's big one?" she replied with a laugh.
"That's good to know. You know I haven't ever made love to a coloured woman. I desperately want to do it with Karla. Seeing her naked spread out at the Zumba yesterday got me so hot. I thought she had a piercing in her clit, something long, because I could see it popping in and out during the stretching, but it's her clit. I want that too." I answered.
"OK, that's settled. We can enjoy this week. Seeing that we have an activity marked as Mix n' Match tomorrow evening, I'm thinking it will be difficult to evade that. My, this is turning out to be a lot of fun."
With those words, Carol turned to open the door for Andrew and Karla as they knocked. Predictably, they did not have a stitch of clothing on, and seeing that we were ready, all we needed to do was slip on our coded bracelets for the restaurant and beach concessions.