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05 Temmuz 2023, 06:50
Chapter 6
(Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. Any people and events mentioned are purely fictionalized for the purposes of this story.)
With the sounds of Caribbean music, the warmth of the sun, and the dazzling array of guests at the beach, Daddy and I walked around and found a pair of loungers to enjoy for the day. We tapped our rubber wristbands to a sensor on the back, and they immediately registered the loungers as ours. Daddy set about hoisting the accompanying umbrella and I began unpacking our stuff onto a small table between our loungers. I'd brought a book to read from the airport, but looking around the beach, it seemed that people watching was going to be a lot more fun.
Daddy got the umbrella up. It was a few feet across and provided a lot of shade. But, I didn't come all the way from Michigan just to sit in the shade! I was ready for some sun. I pulled my lounger out from under the majority shade of the umbrella, so that I could bask in the glow of our warm, shining sun. Daddy did the same, parking his right next to mine. We laid out the provided towels and I slunk down onto my lounger, propped at a 45-degree angle with my legs out before me so I could take in my surroundings. I put on my cats-eye sunglasses (so Aubrey Hepburn of me) and started scanning the beach, looking at the other visitors.
People were out and having a great time. I saw numerous couples lying out working on their tans, others playing in the waves, or simply walking hand-in-hand on the beach. There was a pretty serious looking volleyball game going on, and a few of the participants were naked! Penises and boobs were flopping around everywhere. Everyone seemed to be having a great time.
A waiter came up and introduced himself as Carlos. He asked if we would like anything to drink. Daddy once again elected for a Red Stripe, and I left it up to Carlos. "Surprise me," I said with a smile. He nodded and winked with a "Yes, Miss Strekal," and hurried off to bring me who-knows-what to drink.
"Wow, these loungers even let the waiters know our names, Daddy," I mentioned.
"They sure do. The level of technology here really surprises me. I bet if we'd made friends already, they'd know where to find us here at the beach, via the app."
"Hmm, hadn't thought about that. We should definitely make some friends," I giggled.
"Speaking of making friends... you will definitely attract some attention if you walked around a little bit more in that bikini. I noticed a few men staring at you. And that thong makes your curvy booty look SO scrumptious!"
"Daddy! Stop! You're making me blush!"
"Oh, but you know I love it when you blush, pumpkin. Now, what do you say we get *really* adventurous, and work on our all-over tans?"
Daddy stood up and unceremoniously slid off his Speedo. His manhood flopped out and hung for everyone to see. I couldn't help but stare. The foreskin completely covered the head, but even in this state, it looked engorged and powerful. It was definitely a little bigger than its normal "resting" state, I guess. Maybe being at a beach where nudism is allowed makes men "puff up" a little bit, like a bird trying to make himself as big as possible.
He looked over at me and cocked an eyebrow as if to say, "Well? We're waiting..."
I stood up and untied my yellow bikini top. My breasts fell a little and were suddenly completely exposed to the cool breeze. The sun on my nipples felt wonderful and my nipples decided on their own to "puff up" a little bit too...
Next, I untied the sides of my bikini bottoms (what little there was to them) and I was free and completely nude on a beach in Jamaica. WOW! What an experience.
However, there was no thunderous applause. No cheers of encouragement. Just another girl getting naked on a beach.
Nudism *is* normal, and the people here know it.
That being said.... inside of my head... there WAS thunderous applause!!!
There WERE cheers of encouragement!
Because I, Amy Strekal, was fully accepting my nudist side... and things in my life would never be quite the same again!!!!
(cue thunderous applause and cheers of encouragement.... haha!)
I sat back down and Carlos came over with our drinks: an ice cold beer for Daddy and something that was neon blue with a pineapple and cherry poking out the top.
"A 'Coco-Loco' for the lovely Miss Strekal," Carlos announced as he placed the drinks on a small little table that would fit in the tiny gap between our lounge chairs. "It's made with rum, pineapple juice, coconut water, blue curacao, and a dash of pomegranate juice and mango nectar. Enjoy!"
His eyes traveled all over my body before I left. I smiled and thanked him. I didn't mind him noticing. I actually liked it. I felt older than my 18 years and beautiful; it was a great feeling.
As we laid out over the course of a few hours, Daddy and I chatted about all sorts of things, from "What famous person we would like Escort (https://kepez.t2bro.net/) to go nude with?" (Daddy chose Raquel Welch, and I went with Tom Hardy) to "Where else would we like to travel together for a vacation?" to "What should I do about college?" It was a wonderful bonding time between us. We made jokes, admired other guests, and chatted about what we wanted to try out tomorrow.
At some point in our conversation, a tall, naked and nicely tanned man in his mid-to-late-50's was walking past and said "Well, hello, there. Having a fun day?" We said "Hello" back and replied that we were. He smiled and nodded, then kept walking.
Five or so minutes later, Carlos showed up with another round of drinks. "These are from Mr. and Mrs. Alexander, over there," and he motioned. Daddy and I turned around and it was the man who had said hello earlier, plus a blonde woman wearing large sunglasses. They were smiling at us and waved. We smiled and waved back, at which point, they beckoned us over.
"Well, you do want to make some new friends here, right, angel?" Daddy asked.
I smiled, "Yeah... yeah, I do. Let's go over and say hi."
We stood up, and I started to grab for my bikini.
"Wait.... why don't you leave that here," Daddy suggested. I wasn't so sure, but then, the Alexanders were nude, so, why shouldn't we be too?
So, we collected a couple of short towels from our bag, leaving our long ones on our loungers, and took our drinks with us.
The Alexanders were at a luxury relaxation area. Set partially under a shade tree, it was a nice, wide wooden deck area just above the sand, sitting in front of a rather large cabana. A knee-high, 6-foot long table was set with a few bowls of fruit, shrimp cocktail and chilled champagne. To each side were some wicker couches with large soft cushions, all set atop an area rug. Behind, two mist machines panned slowly back and forth, casually blowing a feint breeze of cool mist across the area. At the head of the table, facing the ocean, was a matching wicker chair. Mr. Alexander sat on the chair, and the wife reclined in the corner of one of the couches with her leg extended along the length, gazing towards the ocean, until we neared them and were greeted with a warm smile. Mr. Alexander stood as we approached their area.
The couple were both rather attractive and in good shape. Mr. Alexander was probably about 5'10" tall, with salty black hair, wonderful blue eyes and a deep, all-over tan. I would have guessed him to be in his mid-to-late 50's. He had nice pectorals, if I may say. I confess, I glanced down at his hanging penis, circumcised, with a slightly purple head. In my mind, I screamed "Did I just check out this guy's junk in a public place?!?!?!" and I think my heart heard me, because it started beating much faster from the thrill of doing so and the potential embarrassment of being called out for peeking.
His wife was about my height, perhaps 5'5" or 5'6", with sandy blonde hair, perhaps in her mid-50's. Once she removed her sunglasses, I noticed that her blue eyes seemingly matched her husband's. Her smile was large but genuine- an obvious warmth that would invite anyone to feel completely at ease around her. A "Tom Cruise" smile, I would say.
Ms. Alexander had a slight belly and her venus mound was bare like mine, but very pronounced, almost like a little curvy belly all it's own. It was adorable.
But what struck me most about Ms. Alexander was her areolas.
They. Were. HUGE!!!!
Although her breasts weren't particularly large- they fit her slightly curvy, feminine frame, her areola covered the majority of her breasts! I mean, like, 50% of her boob was areola. I'd never seen any girl who looked even remotely like this. I was stunned and fascinated at the same time.
As we stepped near to them, Ms. Alexander stood up to greet us as well.
"Hello, I'm Celeste, and this is my husband David," she began as she stuck her hand out towards me.
I shook it in turn. "I'm Amy... Amy Strekal," I replied, "and this is my Father, Phil."
Daddy shook David's hand, then Celeste's. "So nice to meet you both," he said, "and thank you for the drinks."
I stepped around Daddy and shook David's hand as well. He had a huge smile on his face. "It's our pleasure. You two looked like you could use a refill when I walked past!"
We all laughed. "Well, when on vacation, you've gotta vacation, right?" Daddy said.
"Amy, won't you please sit down with me?" Celeste returned to her seat and patted the couch next to her. David returned to the chair in the middle, and Daddy sat opposite of Celeste on the other couch, near David.
I smiled and set my drink down on the table, then sat next to her. She immediately reached out and took my hand. It was warm and delicate, and for a second time in just a few moments, I felt completely at ease with this total stranger.
"You must be one of the Young Ones here."
"Young Ones?" I queried.
"Oh, sorry- yes, that's Escort Bayan (https://kepez.t2bro.net/) what we call the nudists who are the minimum age to come to the resort. You're probably 18, right?" she answered.
"That obvious, hmm?"
"Honey," she patted my hand, "believe me, we NEED more girls like you, coming to resorts and discovering their nudist side. You're our future. David and I used to own the highest-rated nudist resort in Nevada: The Stargazer Resort
(Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. Any people and events mentioned are purely fictionalized for the purposes of this story.)
With the sounds of Caribbean music, the warmth of the sun, and the dazzling array of guests at the beach, Daddy and I walked around and found a pair of loungers to enjoy for the day. We tapped our rubber wristbands to a sensor on the back, and they immediately registered the loungers as ours. Daddy set about hoisting the accompanying umbrella and I began unpacking our stuff onto a small table between our loungers. I'd brought a book to read from the airport, but looking around the beach, it seemed that people watching was going to be a lot more fun.
Daddy got the umbrella up. It was a few feet across and provided a lot of shade. But, I didn't come all the way from Michigan just to sit in the shade! I was ready for some sun. I pulled my lounger out from under the majority shade of the umbrella, so that I could bask in the glow of our warm, shining sun. Daddy did the same, parking his right next to mine. We laid out the provided towels and I slunk down onto my lounger, propped at a 45-degree angle with my legs out before me so I could take in my surroundings. I put on my cats-eye sunglasses (so Aubrey Hepburn of me) and started scanning the beach, looking at the other visitors.
People were out and having a great time. I saw numerous couples lying out working on their tans, others playing in the waves, or simply walking hand-in-hand on the beach. There was a pretty serious looking volleyball game going on, and a few of the participants were naked! Penises and boobs were flopping around everywhere. Everyone seemed to be having a great time.
A waiter came up and introduced himself as Carlos. He asked if we would like anything to drink. Daddy once again elected for a Red Stripe, and I left it up to Carlos. "Surprise me," I said with a smile. He nodded and winked with a "Yes, Miss Strekal," and hurried off to bring me who-knows-what to drink.
"Wow, these loungers even let the waiters know our names, Daddy," I mentioned.
"They sure do. The level of technology here really surprises me. I bet if we'd made friends already, they'd know where to find us here at the beach, via the app."
"Hmm, hadn't thought about that. We should definitely make some friends," I giggled.
"Speaking of making friends... you will definitely attract some attention if you walked around a little bit more in that bikini. I noticed a few men staring at you. And that thong makes your curvy booty look SO scrumptious!"
"Daddy! Stop! You're making me blush!"
"Oh, but you know I love it when you blush, pumpkin. Now, what do you say we get *really* adventurous, and work on our all-over tans?"
Daddy stood up and unceremoniously slid off his Speedo. His manhood flopped out and hung for everyone to see. I couldn't help but stare. The foreskin completely covered the head, but even in this state, it looked engorged and powerful. It was definitely a little bigger than its normal "resting" state, I guess. Maybe being at a beach where nudism is allowed makes men "puff up" a little bit, like a bird trying to make himself as big as possible.
He looked over at me and cocked an eyebrow as if to say, "Well? We're waiting..."
I stood up and untied my yellow bikini top. My breasts fell a little and were suddenly completely exposed to the cool breeze. The sun on my nipples felt wonderful and my nipples decided on their own to "puff up" a little bit too...
Next, I untied the sides of my bikini bottoms (what little there was to them) and I was free and completely nude on a beach in Jamaica. WOW! What an experience.
However, there was no thunderous applause. No cheers of encouragement. Just another girl getting naked on a beach.
Nudism *is* normal, and the people here know it.
That being said.... inside of my head... there WAS thunderous applause!!!
There WERE cheers of encouragement!
Because I, Amy Strekal, was fully accepting my nudist side... and things in my life would never be quite the same again!!!!
(cue thunderous applause and cheers of encouragement.... haha!)
I sat back down and Carlos came over with our drinks: an ice cold beer for Daddy and something that was neon blue with a pineapple and cherry poking out the top.
"A 'Coco-Loco' for the lovely Miss Strekal," Carlos announced as he placed the drinks on a small little table that would fit in the tiny gap between our lounge chairs. "It's made with rum, pineapple juice, coconut water, blue curacao, and a dash of pomegranate juice and mango nectar. Enjoy!"
His eyes traveled all over my body before I left. I smiled and thanked him. I didn't mind him noticing. I actually liked it. I felt older than my 18 years and beautiful; it was a great feeling.
As we laid out over the course of a few hours, Daddy and I chatted about all sorts of things, from "What famous person we would like Escort (https://kepez.t2bro.net/) to go nude with?" (Daddy chose Raquel Welch, and I went with Tom Hardy) to "Where else would we like to travel together for a vacation?" to "What should I do about college?" It was a wonderful bonding time between us. We made jokes, admired other guests, and chatted about what we wanted to try out tomorrow.
At some point in our conversation, a tall, naked and nicely tanned man in his mid-to-late-50's was walking past and said "Well, hello, there. Having a fun day?" We said "Hello" back and replied that we were. He smiled and nodded, then kept walking.
Five or so minutes later, Carlos showed up with another round of drinks. "These are from Mr. and Mrs. Alexander, over there," and he motioned. Daddy and I turned around and it was the man who had said hello earlier, plus a blonde woman wearing large sunglasses. They were smiling at us and waved. We smiled and waved back, at which point, they beckoned us over.
"Well, you do want to make some new friends here, right, angel?" Daddy asked.
I smiled, "Yeah... yeah, I do. Let's go over and say hi."
We stood up, and I started to grab for my bikini.
"Wait.... why don't you leave that here," Daddy suggested. I wasn't so sure, but then, the Alexanders were nude, so, why shouldn't we be too?
So, we collected a couple of short towels from our bag, leaving our long ones on our loungers, and took our drinks with us.
The Alexanders were at a luxury relaxation area. Set partially under a shade tree, it was a nice, wide wooden deck area just above the sand, sitting in front of a rather large cabana. A knee-high, 6-foot long table was set with a few bowls of fruit, shrimp cocktail and chilled champagne. To each side were some wicker couches with large soft cushions, all set atop an area rug. Behind, two mist machines panned slowly back and forth, casually blowing a feint breeze of cool mist across the area. At the head of the table, facing the ocean, was a matching wicker chair. Mr. Alexander sat on the chair, and the wife reclined in the corner of one of the couches with her leg extended along the length, gazing towards the ocean, until we neared them and were greeted with a warm smile. Mr. Alexander stood as we approached their area.
The couple were both rather attractive and in good shape. Mr. Alexander was probably about 5'10" tall, with salty black hair, wonderful blue eyes and a deep, all-over tan. I would have guessed him to be in his mid-to-late 50's. He had nice pectorals, if I may say. I confess, I glanced down at his hanging penis, circumcised, with a slightly purple head. In my mind, I screamed "Did I just check out this guy's junk in a public place?!?!?!" and I think my heart heard me, because it started beating much faster from the thrill of doing so and the potential embarrassment of being called out for peeking.
His wife was about my height, perhaps 5'5" or 5'6", with sandy blonde hair, perhaps in her mid-50's. Once she removed her sunglasses, I noticed that her blue eyes seemingly matched her husband's. Her smile was large but genuine- an obvious warmth that would invite anyone to feel completely at ease around her. A "Tom Cruise" smile, I would say.
Ms. Alexander had a slight belly and her venus mound was bare like mine, but very pronounced, almost like a little curvy belly all it's own. It was adorable.
But what struck me most about Ms. Alexander was her areolas.
They. Were. HUGE!!!!
Although her breasts weren't particularly large- they fit her slightly curvy, feminine frame, her areola covered the majority of her breasts! I mean, like, 50% of her boob was areola. I'd never seen any girl who looked even remotely like this. I was stunned and fascinated at the same time.
As we stepped near to them, Ms. Alexander stood up to greet us as well.
"Hello, I'm Celeste, and this is my husband David," she began as she stuck her hand out towards me.
I shook it in turn. "I'm Amy... Amy Strekal," I replied, "and this is my Father, Phil."
Daddy shook David's hand, then Celeste's. "So nice to meet you both," he said, "and thank you for the drinks."
I stepped around Daddy and shook David's hand as well. He had a huge smile on his face. "It's our pleasure. You two looked like you could use a refill when I walked past!"
We all laughed. "Well, when on vacation, you've gotta vacation, right?" Daddy said.
"Amy, won't you please sit down with me?" Celeste returned to her seat and patted the couch next to her. David returned to the chair in the middle, and Daddy sat opposite of Celeste on the other couch, near David.
I smiled and set my drink down on the table, then sat next to her. She immediately reached out and took my hand. It was warm and delicate, and for a second time in just a few moments, I felt completely at ease with this total stranger.
"You must be one of the Young Ones here."
"Young Ones?" I queried.
"Oh, sorry- yes, that's Escort Bayan (https://kepez.t2bro.net/) what we call the nudists who are the minimum age to come to the resort. You're probably 18, right?" she answered.
"That obvious, hmm?"
"Honey," she patted my hand, "believe me, we NEED more girls like you, coming to resorts and discovering their nudist side. You're our future. David and I used to own the highest-rated nudist resort in Nevada: The Stargazer Resort