Naturist Weekend Pt. 02

My colleague Lucy, my niece Emma and I are at a naturist resort for a long weekend.

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I didn't sleep well. The sofa bed was new but badly designed, lumpy and uneven. I must have dozed off just before morning, though, because I woke to the sound of water boiling in the kettle, and saw Lucy pottering about in the kitchen. Emma's voice came from behind me. "Ahh, he's awake at last! Come on you, out of bed, we need that floor space back."

I rolled over and grunted a morning greeting, but as I sat up I realised that I couldn't emerge from beneath the covers just yet, because I'd woken with a raging hard-on, evidence of who-knew-what wild dreams, or simply memories of the previous day. I sat without moving, hoping to buy time, but Emma strode over and tugged at my duvet. I managed to clutch it to my lap, protesting, though my legs were exposed and now I felt a bit daft. Lucy looked round, and both women seemed puzzled for a few seconds, until Lucy's eyebrows rose, she grinned, and announced her realisation. "Oh. Dan doesn't want to get up because he's got a stiffy!"

Emma laughed, "Oh, of course!"

The delay hadn't helped, because now I was faced by two naked women, amused, gorgeous, sexy as hell, and patently interested in what I was hiding. My penis surged with excitement as I regarded them - smooth, nubile Emma, and strong, lithe Lucy - hard as a rock, and ready for action which wouldn't be coming.

They both just looked at me for a moment, but then Lucy addressed my reluctance to get up. "Dan, it's OK, it's normal. Guys get erections..."

"Yeah, even when they aren't hanging around with naked women," chipped in Emma.

"I'm surprised it's taken this long," continued Lucy. "And," she began portentously, "... I don't think you need to hide it. It's natural, healthy... Maybe interesting for me and Em!" She looked over at Emma, who laughed and blushed slightly. "And as we're being open with each other, I think you should just..." She nodded at my groin and tailed off.

I was flustered. Normally the idea would be mortifying, but this wasn't normal, and Lucy was actively encouraging me to show what I'd got. One part of my mind found the idea of proudly showing off my erect prick to these two honeys very appealing. I looked from one to the other, and they looked back, not putting more pressure on me but not letting me off the hook either.

I decided. "OK, sod it." I briskly pulled off the duvet and leant back, propping myself on my hands. My penis lay up my belly, pointing towards my navel, tingling with hardness, and I realised that the part of my mind which had found the idea appealing was right, and I was enjoying showing myself like this. Lucy and Emma stood to either side, looking down on me, staring at my penis, my balls, my legs. I looked back, shamelessly gawping at Lucy's pubes and Emma's exposed lips, allowing myself to imagine applying body lotion there, and making my prick twitch with excitement.

Emma took a deep breath and shook her head slightly, biting her bottom lip. "That's amazing. I didn't think..." She looked up at my face. "I didn't think I'd see you like this."

Lucy was more to the point. "Nice," she smiled. "Decent size. Looks very hard. I'll take it as a compliment. Thank you!" She paused. "Are you going to get up so we can clear your bed away?"

I stood, and the girls took another moment or two to see how my penis looked from that angle. It was still hard, pointing in the air, swaying as I moved, and I felt great that it had fascinated them both. I also felt that my own fascination with their intimate parts, and the lust I was suppressing - badly right at this moment - were more justified, maybe more shared.

Lucy turned back to the kitchen, giving me a final smile, and I turned to attend to my bed. Emma helped me fold it up, and my erection faltered and gave way.

"How did you sleep?" I asked.

"Really well," she replied. "So comfortable. You?"

"Mm, not so much. This was pretty lumpy considering how expensive it looks. I kept waking up."

"Oh no, poor you! At least your dreams were good, though!" she added cheekily.

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After a leisurely breakfast we agreed we'd go back to the beach and spend the morning there. There were more people than the previous afternoon, and we smiled and helloed our way past a few groups of fellow naturists on our way to setting up our little camp in the middle. As it was mid-morning the sun wasn't too hot, and the light off-shore breeze was warm. We swam first, all of us this time, each according to their abilities, and I enjoyed the hardened nipples of the two women when we returned to our towels, less inhibited about looking, and being seen to look, less troubled by my own diminished manhood now that they'd seen it in its full majesty.

Sun cream was a serious business, with a lot of skin to cover, and particularly for parts of the body not used to UV rays. We spent time and effort getting this right. Watching Lucy rub a palmful of cream vigorously into her boobs was joyous, but in fact the whole ritual of applying the cream to all parts of the body was sublime, even my own, carefully rubbing it into my thighs, then my balls, and eventually up and down my penis, using a lot of cream and giving it my fullest attention so as not to miss any of it. Lucy watched while going over the rest of her torso, and offered to do my back, which I gladly accepted. It was marvellous to have her hands on me, not a sexual thrill but the simple connection of human touch, the calm induced by being stroked.

While Lucy looked after my back I watched Emma apply cream, reaching round to her bottom, twisting and stretching her young body into a shape new to me; and then to her groin, and with her feet eighteen inches apart and hips thrust forward, her mound presented, she carefully dabbed a fresh squeeze of sun block with her fingertips on to the lips of her vulva, smearing the white cream up and down, reaching with a probing finger to her perineum and rubbing, then gently sliding the very tips of two fingers up her lips, and massaging in a few circles when she reached the top. Though it only took a few seconds, it was, for all the world, a display of masturbation, and I sighed heavily, causing her to look up, her eyes pausing on my swelling penis, and then to blush.

I wasn't the only one to notice. Lucy spoke over my shoulder: "Wow, Em! You feeling a bit fruity, or just showing off?!"

"No!" she protested, covering her face with her hands, but peeping between her fingers. "Accident! Just putting sun cream on." Her face was puce.

I was semi-erect, subconsciously inhibited by the knowledge that this was a public beach. Emma glanced down again, and my eyes followed hers. "Can you warn me next time you plan to do that? You'll get me arrested."

Lucy leaned round me and smiled as she saw the effect. "I like it when you're a bit excited, Dan - when your willy is big, but it's not an erection. It just looks like... well, just really nice, reassuring, you know? It makes you look big and strong." She hugged me from behind, her bare skin against my back, her arms around my chest and stomach, which felt sensational. I slipped my hands back and lightly held her hips, intimate, even slightly sexy, and she hugged me tighter for a moment then released me.

Emma returned a hand to her groin and completed her application of sun cream there briskly, in a business-like fashion, avoiding any possible perception that she was pleasuring herself. "I'll do your back," Lucy offered, and Emma handed her the tube. I watched Lucy running her hands across Emma's shoulders and back, taking in her side ribs, as I had, the sensuous curve of her waist, her hips, and across the top of her buttocks. Lucy's movements were just a fraction slower than they needed to be, as she too enjoyed giving that intimate human touch to Emma.

As we settled down to read and chat I decided it was a good time to raise a question which was bugging me, addressing both girls. "OK, so this thing between my legs is my penis, or my willy, and both of those are OK words to use between friends. But what should I call the thing between your legs? How do you refer to it?"

Emma, next to me, looked down her body to her groin, nestled between her outstretched legs. "Bits, minge... Sometimes vag."

"Yeah, any of those," agreed Lucy, kneeling the other side of Emma. "Or fanny, but that's maybe more for kids."

Emma wrinkled her nose and nodded. "I think minge is my go-to. OK amongst friends, but not so much with my Gran, I'd probably be a bit more euphemistic with her. It's true there isn't something you can say in any context."

I nodded slowly. "OK... Bits, vag, minge."

Emma giggled and looked down at herself again, and my eyes followed hers, taking in the gentle bulge and her labia, glistening with the bright light on her sun cream. "Nice minge, Emma." We all laughed, and Emma drew up her knees, abashed.

We lay in the sun for an hour or so, reading and chatting inconsequentially, took another dip, and wandered over to the shop to pick up a coffee and some lunch for later, taking advantage of the sourdough, some salami and some interesting-looking olives.

For the afternoon we'd decided to try the pool. It was big enough to swim up and down, though had a wide shallow end with a couple of water slides and fountains, a domain ruled by excited kids and their indulgent parents. There was a gently sloped grass bank to one side, perfect for stretching out between swims, and seating with parasols providing merciful shade next to a bar. Couples and small groups were scattered about, soaking up the sun, swimming, drinking in the shade, all ages and shapes, all naked, all beautiful in their way.

"Oh, this is perfect!" I gushed. "Swim, sun, drink, shade, repeat."

"And a bit of people-watching," added Lucy.

"Mmm," agreed Emma, watching a handsome dad haul himself dripping from the water.

We swam, we lay in the sun, we collected cool drinks from the bar and we chilled out in the shade, and after a bit over an hour we started again. At step 2, sun, we sat on our towels on the grassy bank, and got chatting to a group of four next to us, two couples, probably late thirties, between my and Lucy's ages. They were long-standing friends who'd first tried naturism only a year earlier, as a result of a drunken conversation, reprised a week later when sober, and followed up almost as a dare one evening together at home. The two women, Charlotte and Liz, had been straightforward about enjoying it, and reckoned this was because they weren't confusing the joy and excitement of infringing a taboo with their sexual feelings.

Their partners, David and Griff, were frank in agreeing with this, admitting that they couldn't help themselves evaluating each woman they saw, not deliberately, not calculating or overt, and they hoped without being sleazy, but they were conscious of it happening. Griff admitted to being visited by frequent mild arousal as he looked at or interacted with women around the site. The way he said it was amusing and unthreatening, and Lucy snorted a laugh, while looking more self-conscious than she had since we first arrived. Griff raised his eyebrows and grinned, and Charlotte smacked his arm lightly.

"So after we first got naked together," Charlotte explained, "Liz and I talked it through and realised that the guys were just made like that, sex always somewhere in their heads, but it didn't make them creepy or untrustworthy."

"I think we saw it before they did..." continued Liz.

"Definitely," David cut in.

"... And we realised it doesn't matter, especially if we acknowledge it, and we can just get on with enjoying getting our kit off."

"So we had honest conversations," David went on, "about what this is and isn't. It wasn't difficult." He looked at Griff, who nodded. "What Charlie said is right, there's just a bit more sex going on in our heads, but that's where it stays, no problem, and we just have fun together."

"Not that kind of fun, though," Liz clarified, to laughter.

"No, no swinging yet!" Griff threw in, mischievously.

"But seriously," said Liz, "I know Dave looks at the other women here - I know he looks at Charlie!..." David hung his head sheepishly. "... But it's OK, it's normal, he's fully in control of himself. Aren't you, dear?" She patted his knee.

"Oh yes, definitely," grinned David.

Naturally, they enquired about how Emma, Lucy and I fitted together. They were intrigued that we were just friends, and trying this for the first time. They were very intrigued that Emma was my niece, though reassured when we explained the distance between us, social and genetic. They were good fun, and we bought each other drinks and talked about life and the universe, mostly forgetting our nakedness. I couldn't help noticing, however, that Charlotte and Liz were more attractive because they were relaxed, happy, laughing with us. All their normal body language of social interaction was amplified by nudity: each turn of their shoulders changed how their breasts were presented, and each shift of their knees or hips gave their sex a new aspect, attracting glances from me which I was powerless to resist, and which I could tell they both noticed, though with smiles rather than disapproval.

As we'd talked, we'd moved around, to be able to converse better without peering round each other, so that we were now in a rough circle on the grass. It was easier for the men to sit comfortably, allowing our legs to fall wherever they wanted, but the women I guessed had more to consider, unless they were content to provide full-on open-legged views. They might have been, of course - their bodies, their rules - but neither Lucy nor Emma had so far, and I didn't expect them to. They adopted a variety of postures, Lucy initially cross-legged and leaning forwards, Emma with knees together and folded modestly to one side. Charlotte leant back on her hands with her legs outstretched and ankles crossed, and Liz sat up, also with her ankles crossed, knees drawn up, sometimes hugging them and sometimes leaning back. All four shifted position occasionally, inevitably giving glimpses of labia, and even more, as a knee lost contact with its twin, or a bottom lifted from a towel, and lips parted for a flash of the pink flesh within. The women didn't seem embarrassed by this, accepting that revealing themselves occasionally was unavoidable, and part of the experience, not shameful or humiliating, maybe even liberating, to be embraced. We men looked, and the women saw us looking, and actually, they looked at each other too. All was accepted, and no-one stared. When Lucy, next to me, twisted herself towards the middle, she inadvertently afforded me a couple of seconds of startled gawping between her opened legs at her inner lips. As she drew her thighs back together she caught my eye and gave a conspiratorial wink and a smile.

Emma unfolded one leg and straightened it, supporting herself with her hands behind her hips, leaning back. The other leg she kept bent, knee up and swaying gently from side to side. It was an unwitting tease rather than a reveal, showing smooth waxed lips clearly but only the briefest views between. Nevertheless it was incredibly sexy, the clearest view of her groin, and the hint of more drawing in my gaze, the rhythmic rocking hypnotic. When I came to my senses I saw that Griff and David were equally captivated, and Liz too. I wasn't sure that Emma realised she was doing it to start with, but then a glance down at herself and a small smile showed that she'd noticed the attention she was attracting, and why.

Griff drew his legs up to his chest, very obviously because he was getting an erection, and the spell was broken by Charlotte jeering at him. "Aahh, can't you cope?! Not fit for polite company, you lech!"

Griff blushed, and looked up at Emma. "Sorry. Like I said..."

Emma smiled and shook her head, but brought her leg to a halt at the least revealing end of its arc, and the risk of me embarrassing myself too was diminished.

*************

As we wandered back to the chalet Lucy put me on the spot. "So have you got sex going on in your head, Dan?"

"Well, yeah, I suppose... Only now and then, and not outrageous. You'd be able to tell." She looked down at my penis, safely soft, and back up. "I find you both sexy, you're gorgeous and naked, and I love looking at you, you've both got great bodies. Not the obvious bits, the whole of you. Well, the obvious bits too. But..." I paused for effect. "... Our arrangement here is about all of us feeling good about what we're doing, and exploring together, sharing. It's delicate, and it's brilliant, and I treasure it. So it's not that hard to keep a lid on things. I kind of acknowledge it and move on. Most of the time, anyway." Emma slipped an arm round my waist as we walked, and our hips brushed together, and I continued. "What about you, though? Is there not some horniness going on in there?"

Lucy smiled. "Hmm, maybe a bit." She looked at me, still smiling. "Some of the guys we've seen are nice to look at. You're pretty nice to look at." She cocked her head to one side. "I've felt the odd twinge."

"A twinge in your minge?!" Emma squeaked, and we laughed.

"Yeah, OK Em, easy for you to joke. Do you see the effect you're having on all these poor men? You're young and pretty, and have amazing skin. Griff with his hard-on back there... And Dan this morning..."

"No, that wasn't just Emma..." The words were out before I'd thought them through, and both women jerked their heads round.

"Not just Emma..." repeated Lucy, eyebrows raised. I blushed, and tried to splutter out some different words, but she ploughed on, teasing rather than accusing, "... so you were thinking about Em, but also... some other naked woman in the vicinity?!"

I looked downwards, and decided on full disclosure. "I did just wake up with it, but when I saw you two... it got worse. It's tricky: I'm trying not to sexualise you, but sometimes it's just sexy to be around you."

"It was pretty sexy to be around you, this morning, to be fair," Emma replied.

"Twinge in your minge?" challenged Lucy.

"Maybe," conceded Emma.

Lucy smiled, paused, and looked away. "Yeah, me too."

"Just for the record," I added, "it is both of you, I don't have a favourite."

We were quiet for a minute, processing our confessions to each other, the recognition that our nudity together wasn't just interesting and liberating and fun, it was sexy, and we were all getting turned on by it occasionally.

"Well, that shut us all up!" said Emma, breaking the silence.

"Let's acknowledge it and move on," I repeated, and the girls laughed.

We walked a bit further in silence, until Lucy changed the subject. "Did you notice, Liz and Charlotte were both shaved?"

"No," I lied, very obviously.

"And most of the women here are. I think it looks good. You look amazing, Emma. Not sure what it is about it."

Emma offered an explanation. "I think it's... kind of... your eye runs across bare skin, across a woman's body, and across her vag, and down her legs, and there's no change of texture, and it sort of works, aesthetically. I don't mean pubic hair is bad, that looks good too, I suppose it kind of draws the eye..."

"It's OK, you don't have to patronise me!" Lucy joked. "What do you prefer, Dan, smooth or furry?"

"You're kidding!" I exclaimed, while Emma snorted. "Objectify one of you and humiliate the other one! I'll pass, thank you. Emma looks good because her skin is so perfect, and pale, and pubes would sort of spoil the effect. I suppose it's that tender skin in a tender place, it seems right. But Lucy, your pubes are great, you..."

"Yeah, OK, I get it!" she interrupted. "No, it's fine, I agree, and I've already decided. The thing I thought was that I feel like I'm hiding my vag. You're all out on display, and it's like I haven't finished undressing. I feel a bit of a fraud. But I did want to hear your thoughts. Listening to you trying to be even-handed was funny!"

"Decided what?" asked Emma.

"Oh - I'm going to have a bit of a shave. Hope it's soon enough to avoid weird tan lines."

"Oh wow!" exclaimed Emma. "We'll be the smooth twins!"

"Yeah, sure," replied Lucy, uncertainly. "Not sure I'll look as good as you, though. It's been a while since I did it, so I'm out of practice, and it's a bit dense down there. There might be the odd nick." She winced.

"You're trimmed fairly short, that'll make it easier."

"Mm... and also I've only got a couple of disposable razors for my legs - they might be a bit lightweight."

"I've got a decent razor, and new blades," I interjected. I was happy to offer help for its own sake, but also the idea of Lucy looking as smooth as Emma, and showing more of herself, was very interesting. Maybe it was the idea of Lucy paying attention to her sex, being aware of how it looked to others, and wanting to show herself more. "And shaving cream, if you use that."

"Yes to the razor, maybe to the cream, needs to be mild."

"And... you might not go for this," Emma started, "but if you want I could do it for you."

"What?!" shrieked Lucy. "Are you serious?"

"I've done it before a couple of times, for friends, and I didn't nick either of them. And I used to do myself all the time."

"That's... Hah! I don't know what to say." Lucy's mouth stayed open while she wrestled with the thought. "You want to spend time down there, gazing into my crotch?"

"Say yes," replied Emma simply. "I want to help, and I think I can do a good job. And I've gazed into my friends' crotches, I don't suppose yours is that different!"

By now we were back at the chalet, and conversation halted as we negotiated the door and deposited our stuff. Lucy started it up again.

"So if I said yes, how would we do it? I was going to go in the shower..."

Emma looked round. "OK - one of the dining chairs, out the back on the decking. The light's good and splashing won't matter. Is there a bowl? You need a shower first, anyway." Lucy stood perplexed at Emma's assumption of control. "Dan, get your razor and stuff." I scuttled off, and heard from behind me, aimed at Lucy, "Go on, get in the shower!"

Fifteen minutes later I emerged from my own shower to the startling sight of Lucy in a chair on the decking, a bowl of water next to her, and Emma kneeling on a towel between her widely parted legs, peering at Lucy's groin where her hands were busy making rhythmic movements with some sort of object. If I hadn't known what was going on, I would have guessed it was something else. Lucy was angled away from the room, mainly for the best of the light from the late afternoon sun, but also to retain a modicum of dignity whilst this procedure was performed upon her, so my view was obscured, which was probably for the best.

I poured myself a glass of wine and looked at my phone for a few minutes, acutely aware of the quiet voices just outside as they discussed progress, or Emma asked Lucy to change position. Eventually Lucy stood, and with a towel held in front of her and a big grin, walked to the bathroom.

"Go OK?" I asked Emma.

She nodded. "Good, I think. No cuts, think we got everything, and it feels pretty smooth."

"Feels? Wow!" My imagination cantered off on an excursion while Emma gave me a pitying look, and handed me my razor and cream before turning to sort out the bowl.

The water stopped running in the bathroom, and a couple of minutes later Lucy emerged, still grinning, but now without the towel. The absence of pubic hair made a difference to her whole look - my gaze could travel the length of her body uninterrupted, admiring her athletic shape to better effect, and she looked almost brighter, though maybe that was due to her smile. Her sex, now fully revealed, was lovely, labia almost flat to her groin, meeting in a dark line, except at the top where they parted to show a slim strip of pink within.

"It's brilliant, thank you so much!" she enthused. "I've been staring at myself in the mirror. It's so smooth, and not a mark on me, no razor burn... I'm sorry I doubted you." Emma just smiled and shook her head. Lucy turned to me. "What do you reckon?"

"Lovely. You look different, maybe a bit taller, not sure how that works. Your minge looks great, smooth like Emma."

"I'm so pleased with it. Would it put you off your wine if I showed you properly?" I must have looked a bit confused, because she carried on, "I mean, give you the same view Em had." My jaw dropped, and she giggled. "I want to - I want to show it off 'cos it looks so great. I want you to admire it. Come on, budge up!" She ushered me to shuffle along the sofa, then perched on the end facing me, leaning back against the arm. One foot stayed on the floor, but she lifted the other and placed it at the back of the seat, her knee drawn up. Her outer lips were pulled apart, and I found myself staring into her, seeing folds of inner lips, pink and wrinkled, the dark opening to her vagina, and the hood over her clitoris, all surrounded by pale, smooth skin, which extended down, beyond her lips, to where her arse began, just out of sight. Where previously there had been a triangle of short black hair, now there wasn't a sign of it, just clean, smooth skin from her belly to her groin.

I looked back up to meet her eyes, and they sparkled as she smiled widely and held my gaze. "My God, Lucy... That is so beautiful, for you to show me... I don't believe I'm seeing this..."

Meanwhile, of course, my own body was reacting, my penis rapidly hardening, climbing up my thigh to my belly. Lucy looked down at it, still smiling.

"There's definitely sex going on in my head now," I explained unnecessarily.

Lucy nodded. "Mine too, but that's where it's staying, I'm just showing you, seeing as it's new, and Em and I have both had a good look. Your boner is a nice bonus, though!"

My boner was throbbing, and Emma had moved round to a chair opposite the sofa for a better view, which again I was happy to provide. She stared at my prick, biting her bottom lip, desperately sexy. She looked up at me, then at Lucy, and lifted her feet, one after the other, to the seat of her chair, and let her knees drop apart, holding her shins, so that she too was showing everything, puffy labia making a boundary, pink flesh between, glistening, slightly moist. My eyes travelled up her body, the pale skin flowing over her belly and ribs, her small breasts tipped with those hard, dark nipples. "Just looking, right?" she checked, and Lucy nodded, her own hard nipples now catching my attention.

I looked from one to the other of my friends, drinking in the images, the sensuality, even the smell in the room, trying to fix it forever in my mind, each beautiful woman perfect, complete, the curves of their supple bodies, the smooth skin, the crinkled nipples, the pink, inviting folds of their sex. I wanted to touch, to reach a hand to Lucy's groin and stroke her, feel my fingers delving into moist flesh. I wanted to slide my hands over Emma's small breasts, and squeeze her nipples.

My penis almost buzzed with sensation, and twitched, and I loved the entranced expressions the women held as they watched. But I noticed Lucy was also looking at Emma, at her sex, with the same rapt expression, and Emma brought her nearer leg back slightly to allow Lucy a better view, and returned the gaze, both of them now fascinated by each other, an image even more beautiful if that were possible.

"I can't get over how smooth I am," Lucy rhapsodised, looking down at herself for a moment. She brought a hand to her groin, and lightly stroked up and down the length of her sex, fingers running either side of her labia, then over where the triangle of hair used to be. "Good razor. Can't feel any stubble at all. Don't you love that feeling?"

Emma nodded, but I just shrugged, and Lucy looked puzzled. "No?" she asked.

"Don't know," I replied, "never had the pleasure. Girls didn't shave years back, when I was... busy in that field."

"Really, you've never touched a...?!" I shook my head. Lucy pursed her lips and addressed Emma. "You know we said 'just looking'? Is it OK if I extend that a bit?" My cock twitched of its own accord. Was this possible?

Lucy turned to me. "As an act of charity to the deprived, out of the goodness of my heart, I will permit you to touch my minge! You need to know how good it feels. But it's not an invitation to finger me, or start messing around in there."

"No, wow, thank you," I spluttered. "Jesus..."

"Crikey, Lucy," exclaimed Emma, "you're going to give him a heart attack!"

"No, just a stroke," she quipped.

Realising the angles were difficult, Lucy moved round to sit alongside me, one foot still on the floor, and the other lifted swiftly over my lap to the cushion beyond me, her knee leaning against my chest, opening herself widely again, giving Emma the best view, and giving me unfettered access.

My fortunate left hand reached to the soft skin of Lucy's belly, and carefully glided further down, to her pubic bone, meeting no hair and no roughness, just more soft skin. I stroked here a couple of times and murmured appreciatively, half expecting to be halted there. Lucy just looked down at my hand, so I continued downwards until I felt her labia, fleshier, softer, and still completely smooth. Lucy breathed in loudly, and out through her nose, and I realised my touch was exciting to her. She rested her head on my shoulder, which felt like a sign of trust. I let my hand move on, avoiding her exposed inner lips as asked, though the temptation was high, and my prick was ready to burst. The top half of my fingers brushed above her vagina, and beyond to her perineum, where I let my fingertips feel around, bringing a small whimper from Lucy. I let my whole hand fall on to her, slowly, ready to be rebuffed, but I wasn't, and now my palm rested on her wide-open sex, the heel of my hand above, fingers on her soft labia, and middle finger across her perineum, the tip touching close to her anus. I was in raptures, and Lucy had her eyes closed and seemed to be focusing hard on her breathing. I left my hand there for a few moments, then slowly drew it upwards, dragging my fingers across her perineum and labia, feeling their hairless smoothness, and by a major effort of will not exploring the open folds of inner lips, not plunging into her vagina. I stopped my hand just above her vulva, enjoying again the softness there with a gentle finger massage.

Lucy moaned aloud and covered my hand with one of her own, pressing hard, and imploring breathily, "Oh God, stop there," eyes still closed, almost panting. She eventually opened her eyes, released my hand, and conceded, as if we didn't know, "That was more intense than I was expecting."

"Thank you," I answered, polite and almost formal, though I was bowled over. "What a... privilege. You're so smooth and soft... it was amazing. And God, so sexy! I was so tempted..."

"Not just smooth and soft," interrupted Emma, still looking at Lucy's groin. "Also wet."

Lucy and I looked down, and saw wet inner lips, a drip of juice beginning to run down. "Oops!" said Lucy, catching it on two fingers and admiring it for a moment, as Emma pulled tissues from a box and passed them over.

"Can I lick your fingers clean for you?" I asked, more in hope than expectation, despite our new level of intimacy.

"No, you horror!" she shrieked, though she laughed. As she wiped herself, she continued, "I'm sorry, I let that go too far. I probably shouldn't be getting so turned on that I drip everywhere! We maybe need to explore in safer areas. Well, I obviously do. And you, you hound! Shall we calm down a bit now?"

The hound remark was aimed at me, obviously, but Emma nodded, and I noticed she was biting the inside of her cheek, and despite the inviting posture she'd adopted a couple of minutes back, I could see that she was nervous. Lucy was right, sadly - nobody under pressure, nobody left out. My penis took a while to get over it, and the girls watched as it slowly subsided.

"I really like your willy," said Lucy. "When it's erect. It's big, and straight, and it looks so hard."

"You seem to like it in all its various formats," observed Emma, bringing an embarrassed smile from Lucy. "I like how it twitches," Emma continued, "when you see something exciting."

"Can we move on from willy, when it's a stonking hard-on?" mused Lucy. "That's too trivial, for something so..."

"Huge?" I interrupted.

"I was going to say splendid, if that's good enough for your ego. It's large, but I wouldn't say huge, so get over yourself! Anyway... Penis isn't always the right word, it's a bit clinical. Can we call it your prick when it's hard?"

"Or your cock," suggested Emma.

"Yes to both," I said, "I like hearing you say that!"

Emma smiled, and carefully, clearly, enunciated, "Cock." I sighed and they laughed. "Can we have a hug?" she asked, standing. We all stood, and I folded the two warm bodies in my arms, feeling soft skin and firm muscle as I wrapped myself around them. Their own arms slid round my waist and ribs, cool, soft, welcome. We drew in, thighs meeting, chests pressing together, squeezing each other gently. My mouth met Lucy's soft hair and I buried my face in it, slowly moving back and forth, my lips trailing across her ear, and I kissed the side of her head. I felt Emma's face pushing into my shoulder, and her lips planting two kisses on my neck, slow, tender. Lucy lowered her head and I pulled away slightly, seeing her reach down to place her own kisses at the top of Emma's cheek, just below her eye.

I slid my hands downwards, feeling their backs for the second time, spine and ribs beneath soft skin, slipping over the arm of the other girl on each side, lower, to the small of their backs, and I stroked there, lightly, fingertips brushing, straying to the highest part of their buttocks, playing across the soft flesh there below their waists, the top of the crease between their cheeks. Lucy's hand stroked its way down my back, and took up a similar light caress, and my back and thighs tingled.

We looked at each other, inches apart, feeling each other's breath. I kissed Lucy beside her mouth, and inclined my head to do the same to Emma, but met her mouth instead as she turned to look up at me, and we kissed softly, holding our lips together for a few seconds, smiling as we parted. Now Lucy was between us, and we both kissed her, Emma reaching up and me down, either side of her smiling mouth. Lucy looked down to Emma, leant in, and their lips met, and held together, making small movements against each other, sensual, more than affectionate, Lucy's eyes open, Emma's closed. They broke off, and Lucy's tongue flicked briefly over her lips before she and I moved together, heads tilted to allow our noses room, and our lips worked, hers soft and wet, mine gently gripping at them, top and bottom. I became aware of her breast pressed against my ribs, our thighs and hips meeting, my fingers still sliding back and forth on her lower back, and hers on mine.

The kisses ended and we faced each other again, all smiles. I allowed my hands to drift lower, to their bums, palms and fingers making firm contact as I cupped them round the buttock nearest to me on each side. Emma giggled, and Lucy raised her eyebrows, saying, "Does that count as a hug? Cheeky!" and delivering a sharp smack to my own backside. Emma laughed aloud, and we moved apart, hands reluctantly leaving each other's bodies.

"That was gorgeous," sighed Emma, "you're both so gentle and careful. Thank you." I saw that Emma was still more reticent than me and Lucy, happy to be led, but needing care, and needing to know that Lucy and I were looking out for her, waiting for her. I knew that my sexual feelings were strong, and vying for control with my desire simply to look and explore together, though I also knew I wouldn't act rashly. Lucy, I realised, was adventurous, enjoying the sensuality, testing herself as each new experience offered itself; but retaining the awareness to stay with Emma, not outrun her.

*************

We went back out to eat: the site was sparking up its pizza oven, and we'd said we'd meet Griff, Charlotte, Liz and David. We sat on the grass again, as we couldn't find room for seven round a table, but it was just as comfortable, the baked ground still warm from the sun, and only a couple of drinks were lost over the evening to the uneven surface. Lucy's haircut attracted admiration from all four, David and Griff making particularly sure they appreciated it fully. To my surprise, given her earlier joy and flagrant immodesty, she blushed, and seemed embarrassed at the attention. A discussion ensued between the four women about the benefits and perils of removing their pubic hair, their methods and experiences, generating raucous laughter and swiftly drained glasses, and including illustrations from Charlotte and later Liz, which involved thighs spread briefly apart and some pointing. The displays were for the benefit of the other women, but the presence of three keenly interested men didn't appear to matter.

The evening rolled on with more laughs and more drinks. It was curious how normal it had become to be around naked people, but at the same time how thrilling it was occasionally to look round and see the breasts of an attractive woman, to remember that this was far from usual.

Later, the topic of Lucy's shave came up again, and this time she was able to say how pleased she was to see and feel the effect, and how she was enjoying the sensation of the air around her, and was more comfortable not to be hiding herself behind a veil of pubic hair. She thanked Emma again, and jokingly recommended her to the others in case they needed a trim. She was sitting fairly modestly, leaning back with her ankles crossed, but at the end of her little speech she smiled, drew up both knees, and dropped one of them to the side, still leaning back, to display her hairless self to us all. Her legs weren't as wide as earlier, and the fading daylight obscured some details so that it wasn't pornographic, but it was a generous and glorious show, and we fell quiet, other than a few murmurs of appreciation. She held the pose for a minute or so, then crossed her legs and looked down shyly. The sight of her, but more than that, the audacity of it, and the pleasure Lucy took in giving herself, had brought my prick close to a full erection, and in the circumstances it would have seemed churlish to hide it. David and Griff were similarly affected, David hard and upright, and the women looked between us, admiring and comparing. As we shrank back, Charlotte said quietly how much she'd enjoyed that, and thanked Lucy and us three men, and around the group there were nods and smiles and sincere words of gratitude.

We broke up shortly afterwards, Lucy's moment seeming something of a showstopper, and said our goodnights with hugs all round. Emma, Lucy and I trailed slowly back to the chalet, merry rather than drunk, chatting quietly.

"So I think I've worked you out, Lucy," I said, provocatively.

"Oh right?"

"Yeah. I think you like challenging yourself, seeing how it'll feel to try things. I think you get your thrill from being able to do something, overcoming the difficulty or the fear, as much as from the thing itself."

"Hmm, maybe. I do like the experiences themselves, though. Back there, I think you're right, I was daring myself to do it, to take the step. I was scared, but I wanted to feel the rush. Actually doing it felt amazing, though - to see you all looking... Definitely twingey!"

"Oh, me too," Emma remarked. "Seeing you, and all the boys... It got me going."

"I'm going to have trouble sleeping," I declared.

"Oh yeah, you said your bed was lumpy," replied Emma, sympathetically.

"Well, that's not what I meant, but yes, two reasons."

Back at the chalet, I popped into the bathroom, brushing my teeth and having a quick wash while I was there. When I returned Lucy and Emma were looking at me, and I looked from one to the other.

"What?"

"We've had a little chat," began Lucy. "If your bed is bad, we thought maybe you'd like to come in with us." My mouth fell open.

"It's a big bed," added Emma, smiling. "I'm sure we'd be able to get through the night without touching each other." I was pretty sure she was joking, but maybe there was some sort of boundary being set out.

It was a big bed for two, but for three it was merely adequate. If the only criterion had been likelihood of undisturbed sleep I might have taken my chances with the sofa bed. Even getting in and ready to sleep was a faff, with the need to clamber over each other to reach a bedside table or to retrieve something forgotten. Eventually we managed to lie in a row and extinguish the lights, Lucy in the middle. We didn't really discuss this, but it felt right to me and presumably to Lucy that we wouldn't be applying any kind of pressure to Emma, real or imagined, by putting me next to her. To be fair to me, it would have been imagined, as I wouldn't have dreamed of taking advantage of being next to her, but it nevertheless seemed the right arrangement.

We hadn't actually asked Emma, though. About 10 seconds after we'd turned out the lights, a small voice asked, "Can we have a hug?" It was an obvious echo of her request that afternoon which had led to our wondrous kissing. Did she want to do that again?

Lucy answered, "Who, all of us?"

"Yeah, of course!" Emma answered.

"Umm, how?" asked Lucy.

"Well, I thought, if Dan comes in the middle, we could sort of snuggle up around him. Is that OK?"

It was certainly OK with me, but I muffled my enthusiasm with a simple, "Yeah, that would work."

Lucy turned her head to me in the half-light coming through the blinds, and gave a cheesey smile which Emma couldn't see, showing she saw through the feigned mildness of my accession, and I gave a big smile back. I pushed down the duvet and got to my hands and knees. Lucy shuffled along towards me on her back, making more space in the middle, and I hoisted one knee and one arm into the gap, so that I now straddled her, and paused to look down into her eyes and her smile. Then I lifted the other knee, and rolled clumsily into the small space, eliciting a yelp from Lucy as I landed on her arm, and one from Emma when I pinned down her hair.

After a few moments, though, the girls approached me from either side. Lucy threw an arm across me, her hand sliding up my chest, her body turned to me, her breast resting against my ribs. Emma propped herself up so that she could push her face into my neck, resting more of her body on mine. Not without a struggle I managed to get my arms round them both, on to Emma's back, and around Lucy's shoulder so that my hand rested on her head, and I could stroke her hair. As she'd left no room on my chest Emma reached her arm across to Lucy, and began stroking her back slowly, as I was hers.

Emma kissed my neck, and Lucy kissed my cheek. I turned to kiss Lucy's forehead, but found her face rising to meet me, lips puckered, and we resumed our earlier sensual embrace, taking each other's wet lips between our own in turn. I ventured a flick of my tongue over her upper lip, and received a gentle lick of my lower lip in return, and we began a delicate play of our tongues against each other, eyes open, smiling between times, making humming sounds of approval and pleasure.

Emma had lifted her head from my neck and was watching, and we paused to let her come in. She offered me her mouth and I kissed her lips lightly, but she came back more passionately, sliding her wet mouth over mine, lips slightly parted, her hair falling over my face. I parted my own lips, and quickly felt her tongue slip between them, and met it with my own, so that the tips of our tongues wrestled together.

And now, joy of joys, she turned to Lucy, who raised her head and looked into Emma's eyes, and they hesitated for a moment, before moving slowly together, kissing once, and then extending their tongues to lick each other, mouths and eyes open, lips meeting urgently and then separating, moaning and tonguing each other again. My prick responded, surging from half-way to tree branch in seconds at this display, the delicacy of their tongues contrasting with their obscene fleshiness, the passion of the sounds they were making, their beauty, the sensation of their breath on my face and their hair on my chest and shoulders, the intimation of latent lesbian desire... This scene above all else made me hard.

They paused, and Lucy looked at me, biting her lower lip, I thought embarrassed by what she'd done, though still smiling, pleased that she'd done it. Emma shifted position, bringing a leg across mine, and landing her inner thigh on my penis, the pressure of the soft flesh sending a jolt through me. She looked up at me, startled, then laughed, causing Lucy to look confused.

"I've just found Dan's cock with my leg," Emma explained. "Right now it's a cock, not a willy."

I brought my hand down to Emma's backside, across both cheeks this time, stroked a couple of times, and then pressed while making a gentle thrust with my hips, and another, and breathed out heavily. I was so turned on I could have rapidly made myself come like this, but Emma slid her thigh up and off me, giving a pursed-lipped smile. "Sorry," I whispered, and she kissed me. Lifting her leg higher had brought her groin into contact with my hip, and I felt hotness, and when she inched higher, coolness where she'd left a damp spot on my skin. My fingers ran down her buttocks to the back of her leg, and round to the very top of her inner thigh, just below her sex, and I stroked there, hinting at further progress to where she seemed ready to receive me, but not intending to push her until I had a clearer signal. The skin was soft and smooth, and I felt heat from above on my fingers.

Emma leaned across to Lucy, kissed her next to her eye, and murmured, "Your turn." She raised herself on her arms, lifted the leg which was draped across me, and dropped to my side. I was in heaven, but I had my signal, and it had just gone from amber to red.

Lucy clambered on to me, propped up on her arms so that her breasts hung tantalisingly above me and her hair brushed my face. She held the position for a moment, for me to admire her tits, then lowered herself slowly until they touched down, nipples first, on my chest. Her leg rested alongside my prick, touching, though not pressing. I freed my arm from Emma and held Lucy with both, one hand on her back, the other massaging her bum. She brought her face to mine to kiss again, tongues playing together as before, sensual and intense, but short of a deep embrace, some passion withheld.

Although our clinch was by any measure highly sexual, I felt that Lucy was dialling this session down, reading the same reticence from Emma that I'd found, and despite my urge I agreed it was right. I was frustrated in the heat of the moment, but I held to the intention that the adventure was to be experienced together, at the same speed, for the benefit of all three of us, and hopefully as a foundation for a profound and valuable longer term relationship. If all else failed I could manufacture some time alone and take matters into my own hands, but I wasn't there just yet.

Lucy disengaged from me and stretched over to kiss Emma, their tongues flicking together briefly, before slipping off me, so that they lay again on either side, each with an arm across me and snuggled into my side, my arms over their shoulders, my hands on their hips.

"I haven't kissed a girl like that since I was a teenager," confessed Lucy. "It was nice!"

Emma giggled. "It was. I really liked your tongue."

Lucy gave a moan. "Stop it! You'll make me want to carry on!"

"Maybe tomorrow," Emma allowed, but leaving room for doubt.

"Maybe," conceded Lucy. I sincerely hoped that would come to pass.