A Field Trip in England

*My submission for Nude Day 2025. I've been struggling to finish any story for a while, but I'm happy with this one. I keep hoping to publish more consistently, but it hasn't happened yet. Hope you enjoy.*

-- April 12th, 2025 --

The crowd erupted in thunderous applause. It was closing night of Elektra starring Brie Larson on the West End. I hadn't left the resort much since it opened a year ago, and my girlfriend Ann has been encouraging me to take a break. She knew how good a friend Brie Larson was, so she surprised me with a front row seat for the final night of Elektra.

I was reticent to reenter the clothed world for more than just errands and appointments. I'd become so accustomed to being nude, it was alien to put anything on. It felt like a chore, hence a bit more ease related to errands. But having fun? Wasn't sure I could do it anymore.

Glad to say I was wrong. Spring was still warming up, so a bit more cover was helpful, and getting to do touristy activities was delightful. A night at the theatre would have been vastly improved by viewing in the buff ("I might have to get a theatre director for the resort" I thought), but I had missed the live experience of actors at the top of their game.

Brie Larson kept me entranced for the whole show. I loved how committed she was, including buzzing her hair. As incredible as her long blonde hair was, I might like the buzzed look even more. It made her jawline and beautiful smile pop even more, as well as drawing attention to her remarkable eyes. Her intensity thrilled me, particularly when she sat on the edge of the stage to address the audience; it put her only a few feet from me. She made eye contact with me a couple of times, but, ever the immaculate professional, you could only see a flicker of a smile at the corner of her mouth that revealed her surprise and delight.

After the show finished, I began filing out of the theatre with the crowd when one of the ushers pulled me aside. "Ms. Larson requested you meet her in her dressing room," they said before handing me off to a security guard to lead me backstage.

I waited patiently in Brie's dressing room for about 20 minutes when the door opened quietly and she slipped in. She leaped onto my lap, wrapping her muscly arms around my shoulders in a tight hug. She kissed my face, her dripping sweat beginning to soak my shirt. "Bastard, why didn't you tell me you were coming?" she exclaimed excitedly.

"Ann surprised me with tickets last week; just wanted to keep up the surprise," I said. I ran my hand over her buzzed hair. Her body rippled in delight as she closed her eyes and grinned widely. "I never did get to tell you my thoughts on your hair; I love it."

She grabbed my hand and pulled it to her mouth, kissing and breathing in my presence. "Thank you, I didn't realize how much I'd love it as much as I do. Love having tasteless men not hitting on me."

"Troglydytes," I agreed. "Bet the lesbians love it too."

Brie laughed, "Ohhhh yeah, and bis of all flavors. I've been having such a time in London!"

I gently turned her face by the chin to look her in the eye. "I really am happy to see you."

The light-hearted twinkle in her eye turned to something more serious. "Me too." We kissed, deeply and passionately, two lovers reconnecting after too long. I pressed her closer to me, a hand slipping up her shirt to run along her sweat-slick back. Brie broke our kiss and leaned away from me. "Wait, I'm gross," she giggled.

"Doesn't bother me," I assured, lurching in to renew our making out.

Brie gently stopped my advance with her lean beautiful hand on my mouth. "I'm going to clean up," she said in a playfully firm tone. I settled back into my chair, hands raised in surrender. She smiled as she clambered off me, whipping her shirt off as she did so. Her plain beige bra stuck to her breasts after she unhooked it, needing to be peeled off. Her torso glistened with sweat, beads dripping slowly down her toned abs. After tossing her socks and shoes off, she pulled her pants down, followed shortly by tight boy shorts and a cute thong. Brie let out a long sigh of relief as she aired out all the crevices that trapped sweat produced during the show.

I stood up and turned on the small shower in the corner of her room. Brie stepped in with a coy smile shot my way. As tempted as I was to join her, there was no way we'd both fit. I picked up her shirt and pants, since they were costume pieces, and hung them up on a rack by the door, placing the shoes underneath them.

"Toss me a towel?" Brie called out as she turned off the water. I found one and threw it across the room as she stepped out, dripping. She caught it with one hand and quickly began drying off. I sat back down to enjoy seeing my dear friend again. She wasn't toweling herself off in a particularly sexy way, but seeing her existing in her body brought me a deep sense of joy.

Brie noticed me watching her as she propped one leg up on a chair to better access her calves. "What?" she laughed.

"Nothing," I smiled. "Just happy to be here with you."

She threw her towel at me, laughing at my corniness. I tossed it aside and held my arms out wide, inviting her back into my lap. With a playful eye roll, she sat back on top of me, curling up into my shoulder. It would have been better if I was as naked as she was, but it was still nice. I stroked her hair and gently kissed her forehead as she exhaled and loosened her muscles, relaxing almost till she was dead weight in my lap.

After a few minutes, Brie breathed in deeply, rousing herself from near sleep. "I wish I could stay here with you like this, but I have to put on some fucking clothes and go home."

"Terrible," I agreed.

"I'd like to invite you back to my place, but I'm going to be no fun. I'm going to fall asleep right away."

"I understand," I assured, kissing her gently on the lips.

With an exaggerated groan, Brie got off my lap again, gathering her clothes together begrudgingly. Gave me the chance to get an eyeful of her magnificent ass. "Any chance I can see you again? I'm here for another week," I asked her.

Brie turned around, her top and bra fully on, but still bare from the waist down. "I've got some closing press to do tomorrow." An idea lit up her face. "I'm going down to the coast day after tomorrow.. Would you like to join me?"

My face must have brightened in a comical way, since Brie chuckled with a loving look in her eye. "I'd love to," I said almost too quickly.

"It's a date," she beamed. She turned around and bent over, searching for her pants in a slow methodical way. Her shaved pussy stuck out prominently as the shadow of her butthole made the faintest appearance. She shifted weight from one leg to the other, her ass swaying in turn. I grunted softly as I drank in the sight. Brie turned back to meet me with a cheeky smile.

With a flick of the wrist, she tossed something into my lap. It was the thong she wore during the show. "Something to tide you over for a couple nights," she smirked, pulling a pair of pants over her bare ass and buttoning them. "Mostly sweat, which you don't seem to mind, but I did get a little wet when I saw you in the audience. I touched myself during intermission thinking about you," she stated in a manner-of-fact way. which drove me wild. She propped a foot up on a chair to tie her shoes. "I really rubbed those panties into my pussy, I hope you'll be able to tell." Brie straightened her top and grabbed her bag to leave. "I'll show you the way out." I stood up as she opened the door, but she whipped around, body blocking the doorway. "One more thing, could I see it, help tide me over?"

I glanced at the open doorway, and decided 'to hell with it'. Having a beautiful woman literally throw her panties at me was a unique experience, since both parties were already naked in my experience. I was definitely aroused and hardening. I fished my cock out of my pants, a welcome relief from not being in my natural state around Brie. My dick shot straight out, precum beading on the head. "Wrap my panties around it," she demanded. I acquiesced, the crotch of her panties nestled between my balls and the rest wrapped around the base. Anticipating her next request, I slowly stroked my length, rubbing the fabric against it. Brie's mouth fell open as she became aroused. "Step closer," she whispered. I approached her as she reached a hand out to brush against my throbbing cock. "Beautiful," she muttered breathlessly. Her grip tightened as she glanced out the doorway down either direction of the hallway. In a flash, she bent over and licked the precum off my dick before bolting upright again.

"That'll keep me going for a bit," she said, savoring the taste as she shoved my dick back in my pants, panties still wrapped around the base. I zipped them up hurriedly before she grabbed my hand and pulled me along towards the exit.

As horny as our brief encounter made me, I revelled just as much in holding her hand, our fingers laced together. I got the sense she felt the same way. She stopped us at a door partway down the hall. "This is my exit, yours is at the end. Text me the address of your hotel and I'll let you know when I'm heading over to pick you up in a couple days." She reached up and kissed me tenderly on the lips.

"See you soon," I said. She smiled and slipped out the door.

I rushed back to my hotel, barely stopping for my room door to close before stripping everything off and masturbating furiously. I deeply inhaled the scent from Brie Larson's panties, the earthy sweat and her sweet pussy juices blending aromatically as I sprayed the hotel bed with my cum. I basically passed out after, the thought of cleaning up not even crossing my mind.

--Two Days Later--

I still managed to enjoy myself even though I was impatient to reconnect with Brie. My day was filled with catching the last important tourist destinations, capping it with a play at the Globe. It boggled my American mind how one could be surrounded by such history.

Still, I was eager for the following day, sending the address of my hotel to Brie as soon as reasonable in the morning. I checked out after gathering my things hurriedly once I received a response that she was on her way. Her panties got stuffed into my pocket on my way out of the room.

She pulled up outside the hotel in a black Jeep, nothing flashy. Brie rolled down the window, and beckoned me over with a glance over dark sunglasses and a tilt of her head. I tossed my bag in the trunk next to hers. She seemed to have packed light, only a single suitcase. I came around to the left side (that still took getting used to) and hopped in the passenger seat. Brie grinned at me and we took off.

We chatted for an hour while we got out of London. I finally got to tell her how much I enjoyed her play and asked questions about her process. She was more than happy to, and very receptive to my interest in theater. She also asked about the resort, since she hadn't been since the previous summer. I got to tell her all about Ann and what a wonderful relationship we had developed.

Finally, as the last remnants of London faded, I asked, "So where are we going?"

"Studland," Brie said.

I laughed. "No really, where are we going?"

"That's the actual name. Village right along the southern coast, fantastic beach right nearby. Including a naturist section," she said emphasizing this last part with raised eyebrows glancing over her sunglasses.

"Did you have this planned before I was going to join you?" I prodded.

Brie rolled her eyes and turned back to the road. "Obviously! Not everything about nudism has to do with you!"

"Have you been to this one before?"

"Haven't had the time and it's been too cold up till now. It has a good reputation, and seems less crowded than Brighton," she answered, checking her mirrors and searching the side of the road. A few moments later, she pulled over. "Get out, I've been desperate to get properly attired." Brie stepped out of the car and hastily pulled off her clothes and kicked off her shoes. I followed her lead and did the same. We breathed in deeply together, letting the cool spring breeze wash over our bodies. "I love London, but I was so ready to get out for a bit," Brie said with a grin. We placed our shorts on the seats so we had something between our bare asses and the car, just in case. We stepped back in as a clueless motorist passed us. "Now that is better," Brie said, adorned only with her sunglasses. My cock twitched at the sight, especially paired with her buzzed head. She smirked as she turned back into the road to continue our journey.

For the remainder of the trip, we talked about going to nude beaches as a celebrity. She wasn't worried, but was nervous still. Brie had only ever practiced naturism in her own home or at the resort. Being at a public nude beach was a new experience. I assured her that many celebrities from the continent attend beaches however they want. We both knew about Famke Janssen's anecdote about running into Ian McKellan at a nude beach, and there was no other way to normalize it. As long as people weren't pervs about it. She did express how grateful I was to accompany her, just in case things went sideways.

After a couple hours, we drove through the darling little village of Studland. It was barely more than a grocery store, pub and a collection of houses, but it was incredibly charming. The cottage Brie rented was nestled among some trees outside of town, affording some privacy. We didn't even put anything on as we unloaded the car. After settling in, we cuddled up on the couch in front of a movie and fell asleep right away, naked limbs entwined.

A few hours later, we woke up from our afternoon nap. Since it was spring, we still had many hours of daylight left, so we decided to check out the beach - even if we didn't stay long. Begrudgingly, we threw on light clothing, neither of which left much to the imagination. I had on shorts at about mid-thigh with an open shirt, and Brie had a light, barely opaque sundress on.

We drove up the coast a couple kilometres till we came to a stretch of parking along the side of the road next to a trailhead going directly to the naturist beach. There were a decent number of cars, but we got lucky and grabbed a spot as someone was leaving. The trail took us through a kilometre of woods and heath till we came to a large sign at the top of a dune that said "Naturists may be seen beyond this point". Brie grabbed my hand and rushed forward with me in tow.

We ran down the dune till we hit sand. Brie let go of my hand and whipped off her sundress in one smooth motion, dancing across the sand as she tossed it aside. Though the beach was less than half-full, there were a handful of people close by that were infected by Brie's joy, scattered smiles and chuckles spreading from old and young alike. I couldn't help but smile myself. Brie beamed from ear to ear, her ample breasts jiggling as she ran up to me, encouraging me to disrobe. I did so and stuffed our clothes into the bag we brought as she waited impatiently for me. She threw her arms around me and kissed my face a couple times before turning and running down the beach.

An older man motioned me aside before I could follow her. "You've got a good one there," he said with a smile. "My wife was the same way a few decades ago." He turned to his wife and squeezed her hand. They had clearly been coming here for ages, since they had no tan lines across their nude bodies. Wrinkles and age were setting in, but they were beautiful in their ease, comfort, and shared love. I hoped to share that with someone (or someones) someday.

I jogged after Brie, but gave up quickly trying to catch up, opting to enjoy the walk. I'd find her soon enough. Dozens of people had come out to the beach, even though it wasn't super warm yet. There were families, old couples, young friend groups, and a few scattered solo people. Some guys were looking suspicious, just looking to leer, but many were keeping an eye on them in case they acted up. There were also people watching out for young women by themselves, in case any creeps tried approaching them. This should assuage any concern Brie had about being on a public beach.

I had gone a few hundred metres down the beach, and the already thin scattering of people thinned out further. Finally, I spotted Brie's buzzed head and started walking towards her. She was sitting directly on the sand next to another woman. As I approached, I got a better look at the other woman; she was shorter and thicker than Brie, with small pert tits. She turned her face more towards me and I recognized the round cheeks and triangular face; it was Florence Pugh. Leave it to Brie to find another famous person in some random place.

Florence noticed me and nodded her head in my direction. Brie turned around and beamed. "You found me! Let's set up here." Florence visibly relaxed after it became clear I was with Brie.

I laid out our towels while Brie took a dip in the water to get the sand off her ass and crotch. "I'm Tim, friend of Brie's," I said, extending a hand to Florence Pugh. She graciously shook it, a small smirk crossing her plump lips. "Small world, running into another famous actor on a random beach?"

Florence waved it away, saying, "Honestly, happens to me all the time, particularly here. You've seen the community watch, looking out for pervs and other inappropriate activity. Most places aren't this good, and I've been to a lot around the UK. Most actual naturists won't blab about who they see. Best to stick to the ones with no tan lines." She glanced down my body, noticing my lack of tan lines, lingering briefly on my penis. "You seem... trustworthy."

At that moment, Brie came jogging back to us, dripping wet. Her nipples hardened as the breeze hit her wet skin. Florence and I gawked at her as she bounced towards us and plopped down between us.

"What a lovely place!" Brie exclaimed. "Been here much, Flo?"

Florence nodded. "All the time, used to come here with my family as a kid. Still my favorite I've been to."

"Oh, you'll have to come out to the States," Brie said, placing a hand on Florence's soft thigh. "I know a great place." She turned and winked at me.

"I thought Americans were all prudes about this," Florence said, gesturing at all our naked bodies.

"Mostly," Brie admitted, while placing a hand on my thigh, inches from my dick. "But this one runs a good place."

Florence leaned over Brie to look at me, placing a hand on Brie's thigh to steady herself. "Is that so?"

"I'm happy with it," I said sheepishly, suddenly bashful under the gaze of Florence's captivating hazel-green eyes.

"You're far too modest," Brie said, shoving me playfully. She turned back to Florence, faces only inches apart. "He runs a resort in SoCal that caters to those of us trying to keep away from prying eyes. It's called Walden."

Florence raised her eyebrows as she looked at me. "I've heard of it. Zendaya spoke highly of it while we were doing awards season press." She glanced up and down my body again. "You are full of surprises."

She prodded me more about the resort, and Brie and I told her about it; how it came to be, how it runs, and who shows up. We gabbed for hours when Brie noticed the sun starting to set. "We should probably get going," she said.

"Time flies when you're having fun," Florence chuckled.

We all started packing up when Brie turned to Florence Pugh and asked, "Would you like to come over to my place for dinner tomorrow? I don't have any food now, but I can pick stuff up."

"Why not tonight?" Florence offered. "You go pick up some stuff and I'll cook. I'm sure Tim and I can occupy ourselves." She shot me a lusty glance.

Brie's mouth fell open. "Have you cook for us? It would be an honor!" She whipped around to face me. "I'll run ahead and try and be quick. Can you get Florence back to my place?"

"Sure can."

"Great! See you there!" Brie grabbed her sundress and keys and started running down the beach.

Florence and I stared after her, watching her magnificent ass disappear down the beach. We snapped back to attention and gathered up the last of our items. "I assume you drove here?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm on the road up by that trail over there," Florence answered.

"That's where we parked too." We began walking down the beach in a leisurely fashion. After a few quiet minutes, I asked, "So naturism has been always been part of your life?"

She looked up at me, a curious twinkle in her eye. "Yeah, long as I can remember. I could never keep my clothes on, apparently, so as a compromise, my folks made me promise to only do that on these kind of beaches, and we went frequently when the weather was nice. I've always loved it. You?"

"Got hooked about six years ago. Went to a clothing optional beach in The Netherlands, met Carice van Houten, haven't looked back since. Got lucky with the money to start the resort."

"Ah, so your nudism has always intersected with cozying up to famous people?" Florence teased.

I laughed. "As it so happens. A lot of them are lovely people, as I'm sure you know."

"OK, so who's the loveliest you've met?" she prodded.

"You can't ask me to pick favorites," I joked.

"Fine, pick a few, then."

I thought for a moment. "Natalie Portman, for sure. Lewis Pullman was cool..."

"Oh I love Lewis!" Florence exclaimed. "Can't believe he didn't tell me about this place."

"You're about to do a press tour with him, right? Ask then, I'm sure he'd be willing to come back. Especially if Brie came along," I elbowed her in a friendly way.

"That's right, those two worked together on Lessons in Chemistry! She was so good in that." Florence grew quiet and began blushing.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I just hope I kept my cool. I've really enjoyed Brie's work and respect her as an artist so much, I was worried I'd be fangirling too much over her."

"I couldn't even tell." Florence's shoulders stayed slumped, so I stopped and turned her to face me. I took a beat to drink in her wide hips and soft stomach, and a pleasantly surprising tuft of pubes. "Hey, she obviously likes you. She's not this happy and bubbly around everyone. Our plan was to be by ourselves on this beach, and she deviated from that to meet you."

Florence looked up at me. "Really?"

"Of course, and how could she not be excited? You're amazingly talented and so down to earth. I'd always assumed that from your interviews, and you certainly live up to that."

Florence stepped closer and wrapped her arms around me, burying her head into my shoulder. My dick pressed into her soft stomach. "Thanks," she whispered. "I appreciate that. I really try to be a regular person, but it seems I don't always come across that way."

"Barely better than tabloids. I've only known you for a few hours and I think you're great." I looked up and saw how much light we'd lost. "We really should get back to the car, I'd hate to stumble around in the dark." She squeezed me once more, then we began walking again, our arms lingering around each other.

Sadly, we came to a sign that said 'Naturists please dress before passing this point', so we begrudgingly put a little bit on; me with my shirt and shorts, and Florence with a skimpy bikini she pulled out of her bag. I did get a good look at her voluptuous ass as she slid her bottoms on. It was fortunate I had to slip something on myself, otherwise people would have noticed me hardening. Florence has one of my favorite asses I've ever seen on the big screen.

She led me back to her car and I to the cottage Brie and I were staying at. Even with our slower pace, we still beat Brie back. As soon as we stepped in, I removed my clothes, happy to be done with them. I caught Florence unaware, but she was game and untied her bikini with a cheeky grin on her face.

I offered her the couch to sit down on while I brought us some water. She sat gracefully upon the couch, legs elegantly crossed, accentuating her small breasts and prominent dark nipples. I sat down at the other end of the couch after handing her a glass. She kept it raised and said, "To new friends?"

I raised mine in return. "To new friends," I smiled. After we drank some water, I offered some advice. "It really is fine to relax and open up around Brie. I've noticed a lot of you guys in the public eye just want to be very forthright and open with friends, and she's no different."

Florence nodded understandingly. "In that spirit, can I ask; what are you two?"

"Very good friends, who occasionally hook up, which I'm sure is what you were getting at," I smirked. "She's got a boyfriend, I've got a girlfriend. Mine at least knows about Brie. I imagine the boyfriend knows about me, but I've never met him."

"She's quite taken with you," Florence said knowingly.

"And I her."

"Have you thought about something more with her?"

I hadn't. I'd always assumed the status quo of what we had, and that Brie wouldn't want anything more. "I have no problem having more than one committed partner, I just don't know if she is."

"Just be open with her," Florence joked, poking me with her foot.

Before I could respond, the door opened, and Brie Larson stumbled in trying to balance two bags of groceries. I hurried over and took them from her. She looked at us and exclaimed, "I'm overdressed!" and pulled off her sundress in one fluid motion.

We all laughed as we moved over to the kitchen. "Let me see what you got," Florence said, rooting through the full grocery bags.

Brie sheepishly smiled, "I forgot to ask what to get, so it might seem a bit random. Hope it works. I can go out again."

Florence waved away her concern. "I'll make this work. You did grab the most important ingredient." She pulled a sealed bottle out of one of the bags. "The wine," she smirked.

Brie grinned with relief. "Oh good. Would you two be terribly offended if I took a quick shower?"

"Not at all," Florence said before I could chime in. Brie scampered off to the bathroom. Florence turned to me. "Chop up some veggies for me?" As I began cutting some onions, she slid in, "Since you are open in your relationship, I was wondering if you could eat me out when there's an opportunity?", using the same tone she used to ask me for help in the kitchen. I nearly fumbled my knife, but kept my cool as we looked at each other. "I hope that's not too big an ask," Florence followed up, though not actually worried I was bothered.

"I'd be happy to," I said, trying not to seem too eager. I caught myself, realizing I didn't need to 'play it cool', I could just express myself honestly. A smile split my face. "But actually, it would give me immense pleasure to do that for you."

Florence's coy smile spread into a far bigger one, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh good! I don't usually do too much outside a relationship, but I think I trust you."

"You have no idea how much that means to me," I said. "I strive to be worthy of trust, and I do my utmost to keep it."

Florence smiled and turned back to the pan she was heating up to cook a few chicken breasts in. "Will Brie mind if we duck into the bedroom for a bit?"

As smoothly as I could, I said, "We can be out here. She'll probably want to watch." I heard a clatter as Florence dropped a spice container. I smirked to myself.

"I see, that does sound interesting," she said in a even-keeled tone. I turned to see if she was revealing a stronger reaction. My jaw fell as I saw her back to me, apron strings tied around her waist, framing her bare ass. She peered over her shoulder and popped one hip to the side, striking a classic pinup pose. My dick shot straight up. "Eager, aren't we?" she said in her husky voice, a lusty tone creeping in.

"I can wait," I said, though not convincingly.

Brie came out into the kitchen, still damp. She took one look at Florence Pugh in her apron and exclaimed, "God damn!" Florence peered over her other shoulder and flashed her eyebrows flirtatiously, capped with a cute ass jiggle. I took a quick glance down at Brie's crotch, and her pussy was freshly shaved. It had gotten stubbly since she'd been so busy recently, but she was definitely signalling both of us that she was ready for action. Florence made brief eye contact, also picking up on the observation. A coy smile was all that revealed her excitement as she turned to scrape the chopped veggies into the pan.

Brie grabbed some glasses and set up at the small dining table while Florence filled the plates. The two of us brought them over to the table while Brie poured wine. We laughed and drank over the delicious meal Florence made for us. As tongues loosened with alcohol, conversational topics slowly got more explicit.

"Who's are the most memorable people you've run into at a nude beach?" Brie asked Florence.

"Well, I specifically went to one with Saoirse Ronan and Jack Lowden out in Ireland. Colder than a witch's tit, but a ton of fun. Run into Helen Mirren a few times over the years."

"All very attractive people," I said.

"Absolutely," Florence laughed. "Helen can still get it. OK, best shag you've had?" Florence asked me.

"Besides me," Brie joked.

"Apart from you," I smiled, "I'll always have a special place for Carice van Houten, our first time. But Melissa Benoist was great, and Tom Holland and Zendaya are always fun. And of course my partner, Ann."

"Of course you would say that," Brie scoffed. "He's such a sentimentalist," she stage-whispered to Florence.

"I think it's sweet, having great sex with a partner," Florence said, grasping my forearm affectionately.

"Thank you!" I said, giving a smug, joking glare towards Brie. She rolled her eyes playfully. "Brie, pussy or ass?"

"Like you don't know the answer," Brie huffed. She turned to Florence and said, "It's ass and he knows it."

Florence raised her eyebrows. "Really?"

"Oh yeah, love it. Have a craving for it all the time."

"I've done it a few times, and enjoyed it," Florence admitted, "but I prefer having my fanny given the attention."

Brie nodded. "Fair enough, there's no wrong answer in my book."

Breaking our pattern of question asking, Florence shot one at Brie. "What's a fantasy you haven't fulfilled?" I turned to look at Brie too, intrigued to hear her answer.

Brie face started to get flushed. "Well, it's a recent thing, since I buzzed my head." She ran her hand over her hair, lingering on the sensation. "Tim can attest, I enjoy cum." Florence shifted in her seat, eagerly listening. "It's great in my mouth, on my face, on my tits." Brie's hand casually fell to her right breast and she absentmindedly began fiddling with her nipple. Florence shifted again, and I felt her foot brushing against mine, though she remained fixated on Brie. "But I've never had so much sensation on my scalp before, all the air, the lightness in movement, the short soft feel of my hair. I've gotten cum in my hair before; it was a hassle with no sensation to balance it." Florence's foot drifted lazily up and down my shin and calf. "Now, I've got this idea that it would feel amazing with this," Brie said while running a hand over her head again, the other hand still playing with her nipple. "I'm sure it sounds silly," she said, uncharacteristically abashed.

"Not at all, love," Florence Pugh purred, caressing Brie's forearm. Brie dropped the hand from her hair to the table. Florence picked it up and kissed it. Brie's other hand, still on her right breast, tweaked the nipple, eliciting a small squeak. "I did it when my hair was buzzed. I felt so dirty." Florence's other hand strayed under the table and began rubbing my thigh.

"Really?" Brie asked in a small voice, a vulnerable lust gleaming in her eye.

"Oh yes," Florence sighed. "I have some pictures if you'd like to see." Brie nodded. Florence stood up and walked back to the kitchen for her phone, ass swaying alluringly. Brie caught my gaze and smiled, an amorous gleam lighting her eyes. Florence placed the phone between us, and we leaned our heads together to look. As promised, there was a picture of Florence Pugh with her dark buzzed hair with a giant blast of cum streaked from the corner of one eye and over her ear through her hair. She was winking and blowing a kiss at the camera.

Brie gasped lightly. I looked over to see Florence on her other side, nibbling Brie's ear. "I want this for you," Florence cooed. "But I have one request, as your guest."

"Anything," Brie said breathlessly.

"I want Tim to eat me out first, then we turn to you." Brie nodded, one hand stroking Florence's tits, the other clutching my arm. "Tim, on the floor."

I laid down, my head towards the couch. Brie stepped over me, giving me a glimpse at her wet pussy, and sat on the couch. Florence also walked over me, but stopped with feet on either side of my head. I looked up to see her own eager pussy with thick thighs and juicy ass on all sides. She lowered herself slowly, savoring the anticipation.

I couldn't wait any longer, so I grabbed Florence's hips and pulled her the rest of the way down. Her voluptuous lower half covered my entire field of vision as my tongue caressed her pussy. Two moans blended together in harmony, one from Florence and one from Brie, as Florence pressed her crotch into my face. My cock twitched in delight, though no one was paying any attention to it.

I turned my head to gently bite and kiss her luscious thighs before turning back to her pussy. I reached around to grab her ass and press her further into my face. Her cheeks were so soft and filled my hands marvellously. My fingertips slipped between their cheeks so I could get a better grasp.

"Ooh," Florence groaned. "Don't be afraid to give 'em a smack."

I shoved my tongue deep into her snatched as I gave one cheek a swat. Florence grunted with pleasure. Furiously I lapped at her delectable lips, sucking them in and rolling them around my tongue. My nose brushed against her clit and she gasped and jerked her hips forward. Her hands began to stroke my hair.

As much as I hated to remove my grip on Florence's ass, I shifted to brace one hand on her hips and snaked the other up her torso. It ran over her soft stomach before meeting one of her breasts. I groped gently till I found a nipple. The angle of her crotch on my face shifted, with my encouragement, till her clit was squarely in my mouth. I gently pinched her nipple as I circled her clit with my tongue. A guttural moan rippled through Florence's body. I found the right rhythm, an 'o' run clockwise around her clit, and zeroed in.

One of Florence's hands grasped mine on her breast. "Harder," she gasped, a faint groan from Brie echoing after. I squeezed her tit and pinched her nipple harder as I maintained the motion on her clit. Florence's thighs began compressing around my ears and her torso rolled in pleasure. The smooth roll turned into spasming as she cried out in orgasm. My mouth filled with her ejaculate and I lifted her up slightly to spray the rest of my face too. An ecstatic moan from the couch signalled Brie had orgasmed as well.

Florence collapsed back, sitting squarely on my chest. I looked back towards the couch to see a flushed Brie Larson still groping her breasts as she breathed hard after cumming. "That hit the spot," Florence gasped.

"Pretty good, isn't he?" Brie grinned. "For a man," she said to me, trying not to inflate my ego too much. I chuckled. Florence stood up and stumbled over to table to grab some more wine. "I've got an idea before you two help me out," Brie proposed. "Florence, ever had your ass eaten?"

Florence downed the glass of wine she'd just poured. "Can't say I have."

"I highly recommend, and Tim loves it."

Florence considered. "Why not? Let me get another glass."

Brie got up and joined her at the table. "Let's finish off the bottle." In a couple minutes, the bottle was empty, and they turned their drunken attention to me.

"How should I be positioned?" Florence asked Brie without breaking her lustful gaze with me.

Brie told me, "Stay where you are. Flo, you're going to sit on his face again, but face towards his dick." Florence swayed over to me and once again squatted over my face. As her cheeks brushed against my nose, I pulled them apart as she sank the rest of the way down. I got a brief look at her cute puckering hole till ass enveloped my face. I slowly licked her hole while squeezing her cheeks.

Florence flinched. "Oh!" she squealed.

I pushed her off my face slightly so I could say, "We don't have to continue if you don't like it."

"No, it's just going to take getting used to," Florence said before firmly settling back on my face. I appreciated her adventurous spirit and continued easing her into the sensation. I lingered on the ridges around her hole while flicking over the pucker itself occasionally. Florence uttered a sigh of contentment and ground her ass against my tongue. She was ready for more.

A warm wet sensation enveloped my dick. I jerked abruptly, not expecting it. My tongue punched into the entrance of Florence's ass, eliciting a moan. From the sound and her position above me, it must have been Brie with my dick in her mouth.

"Oh Tim, she's such a good cocksucker," Florence purred, grinding against my face again.

"Don't I know it," I mumbled through Florence's ass around my face. I licked more eagerly at her asshole, squeezing her cheeks. I bucked my hips and felt my cock go farther back in Brie's throat. She gurgled and forced herself farther down till I felt her chin tickle my balls. The sensation lifted off my cock with an exaggerated gasp from Brie.

Florence moaned again, grinding even harder. "You like seeing this cock in my slutty mouth?" Brie cooed.

"Yes," Florence squealed.

"Would you like it more on that beautiful cunt?"

"Yes!" Florence cried. Brie crawled up my body, my cock dragging across her breast till it pressed into her stomach. Our chins brushed as Brie dug into Florence's dripping pussy. We both earnestly lapped at our respective holes, driving Florence quickly to a quivering orgasm.

Florence fell over to the side, searching for breath as she spasmed a couple more times. With Florence no longer between us, Brie and I saw how close our faces were to touching already. Brie's mouth was wet from Florence's juices, and she beamed at me once our eyes met. "Fancy running into you here," she said cheekily.

"Come here often?" I shot back. She laughed and kissed me deeply, our tongues rolling around each other's mouths. I savored the newly familiar taste of Florence's juices while Brie explored the unfamiliar taste of Florence's ass.

I broke our kiss, a string of saliva still connecting our lips. "I love you Brie," I said.

Her eyes crinkled as she grinned. "I love you too."

"All right lovebirds," Florence interrupted. She sat next to us, having recovered some from her second orgasm. "We still need to cover this in cum," she said while rubbing Brie's short hair.

"Let's do it," Brie beamed and rolled off me. I stood up, a little dizzy after not breathing as much from the facesitting, so I leaned against the table. Florence and Brie crawled over to me on their knees, looking up at me mock-pleadingly.

After a few moments of recollecting myself, I stood up fully, my cock wagging in their faces. Florence lunged in, her first contact with my dick. She enveloped the head with her plump lips and flicked her tongue against the opening. I groaned as Brie began licking up and down my shaft. Brie took over having my cock in her mouth, pressing it up against the inside of her cheek. Florence licked and kissed the distended bump, causing an eyeroll of pleasure from me and Brie.

Florence sucked in my balls as Brie began sucking hard. She wasn't going to linger and draw out my pleasure; she was going straight to the cum. I felt my orgasm coming quickly, and Florence alerted Brie to the fact. "He's about to pop," she whispered.

Brie pulled her mouth off my cock with a pop and began stroking fast. "Please, give me your cum," she pleaded, genuine need in her look. I couldn't hold back any more, and I put all my effort into not throwing my head back as I came. Cum shot out of my dick, hitting Brie straight on the forehead. She maneuvered it to spray her hair, which I coated with few more strong bursts.

I collapsed into the chair next to me as Brie relished the feeling of cum all over her head. I grasped for my phone to snap a picture (since I'm sure Brie wanted a copy). The shot I got was of Brie Larson with her eyes closed and mouth agape with pleasure. One hand laid on her face as the cum from her forehead dripped down her cheek and the other hand ran through her hair. Both her hand and hair glistened with cum, and there was even still an untouched pool right by her hairline.

"Let me clean you up," Florence offered. She sat back on her calves and licked up my shaft to sweep up the final drops of cum that leaked out. As much as I loved the thought of seeing one of the world's most beautiful women clean my cock, I only had eyes for Brie Larson, rubbing my cum through her hair and over her face.

"Was it what you hoped for?" I asked Brie.

"Oh yes," she moaned as she began licking her fingers clean. Her hair and face were shiny from the cum she spread all over.

Florence sat back after finishing cleaning me and laughed. "You really are a cumslut aren't you?"

"Unabashedly," Brie grinned. "Flo, why don't you go turn the shower on, I'll join you in a sec." Florence smiled at me coyly, glancing over to Brie, and left the room. Again, Brie and I stared at her stunning ass as she sauntered away.

I turned back to Brie. "Hope I wasn't out of line with what I said."

"Hardly," she said. "Wouldn't have said it back to you if you were. I do love you and what we have together. I hope you don't mind I don't want to put a label on it."

"I'd like to offer one still. What if we were secondaries for each other, in terms of polyamory. I know you're still looking for a good person to marry and settle down with, and I have Ann back at the resort. She actually moved in a few weeks ago."

Brie smiled, "I love that for you."

"But we'd still have this," I continued. "A deeper romantic connection, because that is how I feel about you." Brie sat in silence for a bit, the only sound being the running water from the shower in the other room. "I hope that doesn't sound shitty of me."

"No, it's not," Brie said quietly. "Just thinking about it. I like the idea, I just never thought of myself as polyamorous. Just fucking around with friends or strangers. Let me mull it over." She stood up to leave the room. "Whatever I decide, I do love you. That's not changing." She kissed me on the forehead and left.

I felt relieved; I got it off my chest, and I didn't ruin our friendship. She'll answer me in due course. Laughter from the bathroom pulled me out of my haze. I smiled to myself as I began clearing the table.

Florence hung out with us for the rest of the night and the entire next day. There was fucking abound, as well as another trip to the naturist beach. Brie and I spent a few days more beyond that together before I had to head home. Beach every day, deep talks throughout of what we're looking for in life and relationships, some good sex at the end of the day. She affirmed that she wanted us to be secondaries and affirmed how important we were to each other. It was a sad day when we left Studland and she dropped me at the airport, but we both had our relationship to look forward to from here.