Nude Life

Question - What's happened to all the quirky little spas that used to be practically a dime a dozen?

When the scorching summer weather makes me feel all sweaty and gross, there are few things nicer than being able to strip off and take a dip in some cool waters before then letting nature do its business to dry you off as you lounge around in the buff, possibly sipping on a nice refreshing cocktail (or iced caramel latte, in my case).

Maybe it's just me looking in all of the wrong locations, but these sort of places seem to have gone severely out of fashion these days. It seems to be all about the naked beach parties or orgy house parties instead. Which are, you know, fine if that is what you are looking for. But dancing and fucking aren't really the best ways to chill out, so not quite what I'm looking for on hot summer days. 

There's definitely a gap in the market opening up for someone to open a top notch spa but, in lieu of one of those being around at the moment, I had to make do with this random naked pool party that I managed to find. It was actually with a bit of trepidation that I stepped through the door as, even from the locker room, I could see that it was more than just a naked party. The "gangbang orgy" on the DJ's booth was a bit of a give away of that.

Regardless, they had a nice looking pool so, with my clothes safely stashed in a locker, I resolved to give it a try and hope for the best. That said, I quickly realised that the "pool party" part of the advertisement that had brought me here massively overstated the 'pool' part. Like I said, it was a nice pool. Rather small though. So small that there wasn't really a spot around the edge of it for me to slip into and make my own whilst maintaining a bit of personal space. And I'm all about personal space! 

Instead, I perched on an empty stool and patiently waited for a spot to open up. I only had a little time to kill before I had other things to be getting on with though, so I was eager to jump in as soon as there was a nice space available. I knew I'd have to be swift with jumping in given that there appeared to be a couple of other potential bathers waiting to do exactly the same thing. 

Perhaps the body language of my eagerness to get in the water translated into something different. Something more akin to me being excited to see all these naked bodies in front of me and wanting to join in with some of the sexy stuff that was happening. That would be my guess as to why one of my fellow nudies approached me with the offer of having some fun together.

The funny thing about me, or maybe it is actually quite normal, I've never really been sure, is that my libido tends to have large peaks and troughs. I can go months without sex but will then abruptly want to fuck like crazy.

"But Laura, you're horny all the time! We know all about your masturbation habits!", I hear you cry. And you would not be wrong. However, for me, there is a quite clear separation between being horny and wanting to fuck. More often than not, I just don't feel like dealing with other people to solve my horniness so my fingers and collection of toys are more than enough for the job.

And, although I'd not gone out actively looking for sex, I did find his proposal to be quite tempting. Normally, I probably wouldn't have even given it a second thought. I guess I must be approaching
one of those peaks in my libido though because, after fucking that random guys in Steph's bed the other week, I rather fancied a bit more of that sort of pleasure.

For that reason, I gave him a green light; joining him on a neighbouring couch where we kicked things off with a little kissing.

Knowing that I didn't have all day though, I was keen to get to the good stuff. With that in mind, I wasted no time in grabbing his cock to get it ready to go inside me. It was already starting to harden nicely as I began stroking it, but it stiffened and grew dramatically as soon as one of his wandering hands started to squeeze and fondle my breast. I'd say he was definitely a boobs man given that sort of reaction. 

With him now nice and hard, the next task was to get him nicely lubed up with some saliva.

I began by drooling a small pool of saliva into the palm of my hand. Once I was satisfied there was enough there, I smeared it up and down the shaft of his cock to give it a nice, moist glaze.

As I did that, my lips wrapped around the head of his dick. From the outside it may have appeared as though I was just giving him a little suck. However, inside my mouth, my tongue was furiously swirling around the throbbing tip of his cock. Judging by the gasp of pleasure that he let out, I think that must have felt pretty damn good.

Perhaps it felt a little too good as he was overcome by the need for more.

Where one hand had previously been rested lightly on the back of my head, just encouraging it to bob up and down ever so slightly, now there were both of his hands pushing my head down, forcing me to take all of his cock. His cock filled my mouth before pushing into my throat.

As I took more and more of it inside me, I had no choice but to drop to my knees as I sank lower and lower. His cock's ingress into me halted only when my face was pressed flat against his washboard abs and he could push no further.

I was overwhelmed with the urge to gag from the feeling of his fat cock filling my throat. As tears began to roll down my cheeks, I did my best to submit to his will like a good girl. Despite that, I could not suppress a few splutters. In doing so, I coated his shaft with even more moistness.

Speaking of which, all of this had made me more than a little moist between my own legs. I do so love giving head. The excitement of it almost never fails to make me wet. I suppose it is due to the dual thrill of dedicating myself to pleasuring my partner and the anticipation of what will likely follow.

When he eventually relaxed his grip on my head, I slowly pulled back up along his shaft, easing it out of my throat and then mouth before leaning back from his cock entirely, trailing behind a string of saliva that hung suspended between my chin and the tip of his dick. Looking up into his eyes, I didn't need to say a word. Without saying anything, he pulled me back to my feet and then pushed me onto the couch.

I felt the throbbing tip of his dick press against and then start to spread my pussy lips. But, before seriously entering me, he paused.

"Tell me how much you want it", he ordered.

I begged and pleaded with him to be inside me. Although I had not come he for sex, receiving a good fuck was all that I could think about now. Although he was pleased with my response. he had another question for me.

"Do you want it hard or do you want it soft?", he asked

I didn't care. He could fuck my however he wanted to. I just wanted him to make me cum. He chuckled to himself and slowly pushed inside me, stretching my pussy walls with his lovely cock and forcing me to let out a loud groan of pleasure.

Although there was no need for him to go slowly, my soaking pussy allowed his cock to glide into me despite the tight fit, he did so anywhere. Slow thrusts where he gave me the entire length of his cock before pulling back until only the very tip remained inside me. And repeat. It felt so good.

From there, I continued to let him choose how we would fuck. Anytime I fancied a new position, I would let him maneuver me how ever he wanted me. And it was up to him to set the pace and intensity.

For the most part, it remained slow but yet still intense. We took turns in rubbing my clit. During his shift, I would concentrate on fondling my perky breasts. Then when it was my turn to have a rub, his hands would wander across my ass. Grabbing... squeezing... occasionally slapping.

It was not until during one of my turns to play with my clit, that he started to get a little more energetic. Possibly noticing that my finger action was become more rapid, he responded in kind by fucking me with a little more vigour.

All the while, my pussy was just getting wetter and wetter. So much so that a number of damp patches were formed on the couch. A new one for each position in which I was lying on the couch.

"Now I want you to show me how much you want it", he instructed.

I wanted it really bad so there was no going softly now. I was done with that. Now I could just focus on doing what I needed to do to cum. I usually try to be conscious of my partner's needs when having sex but that kind of went out the window on this occasion. 

In all fairness though, he did keep telling me how amazing he thought I was and how much he was enjoying fucking me so I'm not going to feel too bad about only thinking about myself. Plus he did want me to show him how much I wanted it, so I feel like that was a carte blanche in a manner of speaking to just make sure I got myself off.

And the best way for me to do that was to climb on top so that I could take control. No more lying back and letting him have his way with me. Now it was my chance to fuck him as hard as I wanted.

I didn't go all out straight away though. After lowing myself onto his meaty fuck stick, I gradually built up to that. Slowly getting faster and more intense whilst giving him a great view of my ass, before spinning round on his cock to fuck him face to face.

It was at this point that I really started to show him how much I wanted it. Grinding my hips back and forth in his lap whilst my pussy juices ran down my inner thighs to form another one of those damp patches when they eventually reached the couch.

It was also around this time that I realised that we'd manage to attract quite a few watchers who were thoroughly engrossed in our filthy behaviour. To my embarrassment, a few of them were even people I know. The crushing blow that that delivered to my self-esteem was at least somewhat undone when one of them flashed me a double thumbs up whilst grinning at me. Then again, I'm pretty sure that I heard a familiar voice with a very similar accent to mine shout the word "sloot" across the room at me. 

As the fucking continued apace, the urge to pound my tight little twat obviously became too much for my partner. Pulling my body against his, he wriggled and squirmed until we were now in a position where he could lore easily drive his cock up into me at the same time that I bounced on top of him.

Every time our bodies met in the middle, there was a competition for which could be louder; the clap of our skin slapping against each other and the squelch of his cock forcing more of my pussy juicy out of my cunt as his cock displaced it inside me.

His hands once again meandered across my ass, squeezing and fondling my firm, round booty. For a brief moment, one of his fingertips ran right round my tight ass hole. I wondered if he would be brave enough to try his luck by pushing it in. It was just a momentary tease though. Perhaps he didn't even realise that he had done it.

Before I could be too let down by him not giving my butthole a little finger, he lifted me off from him and shoved his dick between my tits. I assumed this was him getting ready to cum on me. 

To help him on his way, I cup my breasts with my hands, squeezing them together so that they nicely enveloped his cock. Although it was hardly needed, I dribbled another trail of saliva into my cleavage to aid lubricant his titty fucking. His cock still had a nice glaze of my pussy juice though, so it was really just overkill and more for dramatic effect at this point.

There was no cum though. He just wanted to tease me again and make me beg for his cock. I did over and over but he wanted more proof from me about how much I wanted. 

"Shout it loud so everyone can hear", he demanded.

I did exactly that. At the top of my lungs I cried out that I needed his cock inside me to make me cum. Still the teasing continued.

And then a thought entered my head. I recalled my words from National Handjob Day when I proudly declared that when I'm stroking a guy's cock, they belong to me and will do exactly what I want. Handjob or titjob; it doesn't really make much difference. All I had to do was stop and then the tables would be turned. He would be the one begging me for it.

So that is exactly what I did. Leaning back from him, I spread my legs to show him my wet cunt in all its glory. Then my hands slid down my body to demonstrate that I was more than capable of making myself cum without him. Two fingers of one hand rubbed in a tight circular motion on my swollen clit, while two fingers on the other hand disappeared inside my sodden fuck hole.

The ball was in his court now. Either he could give me his dick back and we could both enjoy a happy ending, or I could finish myself off whilst he was forced to watch as his balls went blue with frustration. I knew there would be only one choice that he could make.

Heaving my off the floor and back onto the couch, he slammed his cock into me. He fucked me hard and fast. The sound of his thighs slapping against my ass that accompanied his every thrust was now comfortably winning out over the squelching of my juices, even though they continued to stream down my inner thighs.

Then my body began to tremble. The tremble then became a shiver as I let out what felt to me like a deafening moan. I tried to call out that I was cumming but it was just weird noises that came out of my mouth instead. My body trembled and my pussy squeezed tight around his cock as I orgasmed.

Moments later, possibly because of the vice-like grip my pussy had on his cock, he grunted and froze with dick deep inside me. A few judders later and then the warmth of him unloading inside me. As I basked in that post-orgasmic glow, I didn't care that he had cum inside me. I was just relieved to have enjoyed a very nice orgasm of my own.

I'm not quite sure how we stayed like that; me bent over the couch with him slumped on my back with his dick still inside me. Both of us trying to catch our breath. It felt like minutes but it was probably much shorter than that. 

Eventually, he pulled out of me. As he did so, his thick creamy cum gushed out of my pussy and dribbled down on to the couch. Yet another wet patch, although I don't think I could be blamed for this one.

As he thanked me for being such a good fuck, it dawned on me that I had been enjoying myself so much that I have completely lost track of time. Panic stricken, I checked my watch. My fears were realised when I saw that it was 5 minutes after I had an important phone call scheduled for. 

Dashing back to the locker room, I got there just as my phone began making an awful racket from buzzing away in my locker. I had no choice but to take it there and then, Thankfully, it was not a video call, so the caller on the other end had no idea that I spent the entire call naked and with beads of cum slowly trickling down the inside of my leg. 

I just hope that my phone didn't pick up any of the background noise coming from the pool room though. If he could hear random sex noises, that could be quite awkward the next time I have to speak with him.

And, although I was mortified at the time by seeing friends and social media followers watching me fuck, I was able to have a good little laugh about it to myself afterwards. Especially when I got off my call to find that I had received a few messages of thanks from them for putting on such a sexy show. It's times like these that I like to remind myself that, as a content creator, "everything is content"...