Naturist Contest Romane & Geschichten

The screams started to become louder as we get near to the gymnasium. “It’s so crowded and noisy here!” Mica complained as we heading to the gym. When we get inside of it, we took a seat and watch the pageant. Good timing, it’s now in the long gown competition. There are male contenders who can win as Mr. SGA 2020. It’s pretty similar to our Math Camp last year at my previous school.

I turned sharply, my eyes blurred with tears. It was Uncle Sammy, my father's friend of thirty years, and our national chief ambassador in Aram. He promptly had his men cordon off the area to ensure my safety before approaching the mayor. "Would you mind looking the other way this time, Mr. Mayor?" he reasoned. "They are only children who don't know the law. I swear by my honor as ambassador that this won't happen again!" However, the mayor glowered as he pointed a trembling finger at my buck naked classmates. "We can actually look the other way if it were anything else. But skinny dipping? Naked sunbathing?! And in a public place?!"

And for the first time, I felt he was willing to fix us. Within an hour the gala came to end. The DJ was still playing soft tunes for some elderly couples who chose to stay back to dance the night away, while others left. My mom had announce the winner for the contest that it was Nina and Pierce. I was so happy when they won. Julian and I, although never prepared or wanted to be a part of the contest, came second. My cousin Natasha and her date came third. She was really upset, as she wanted to win. Oh well, better luck next year Nats.

Then he moved close and whispered something to Jeisin, "by the way, it isn't morning now" "It's a little mistake Mr. Known. And for it Uncle wouldn't take an offense". "Is that so?" And Jeisin gave a coy smile. At that exact, Mandrel finished his prayers. And he looked about them with a bliss smile which did not left his face. "Hello my children" he delightfully sounded. Jeisin ran to him while she was holding the paper in her hand. And she knelt in front of him before she shown him the average score written in the paper. "Uncle, we had a competition on English language and mathematics. And I scored the highest mark".

The one who broke the silence. Lucas whispers in my ear: — The hyenas have caught the scent. — I know. I don’t smile. I don’t pretend to be comfortable. I am here to disturb. A waiter offers champagne. I refuse. Lucas takes a flute, just for show. His gaze scans the room. He is in protection mode, as always when he senses a trap. Then I see her: Cassandre. An icy silhouette in an ivory dress. Not a single strand out of place. Not a wrinkle on her mask. On her arm, a man I don’t know. Legal, no doubt. Or strategic. Maybe just decorative.

He paused and then added, “Sweetie, I’ll be standing right at the stairs. I’ll hold your shirt and have it for you to slip back on as soon as you’re done. Okay?” “I’ll be counting on it.” Then with a shy little smile she added, “And don’t forget: You promised. I’m counting on you to bail me out after I’m arrested for indecent exposure, too.” The young couple took position by the steps at the back of the platform. The same man who had served as the auctioneer in the morning was apparently going to serve as the master of ceremonies for the beauty contest as well. Looking around, they saw ten girls who were preparing for the pageant. All but one of them were wearing heels. The exception was a g

“You'll be engaging in a contest — an ancient rite. This challenge is like nothing you’ve ever experienced. The islanders who used to live here had a name for the ceremony. The rite was enacted every mid-summer. The most beautiful women would be chosen to take part. Just like you’ve been chosen. Roughly translated the native word means ‘Animal woman takes power from the Sun’. There’ll be one winner. The woman who triumphs over the rest will receive my personal cheque.’ The amount of money he spoke of was obscene. Ruth tried not to let her surprise show on her face. The other women were staring at Matheson openly, one or two of them making it quite clear from their expressions that they would

"Oh, Mom, the correct word is nude, not naked. Naturists go nude. Getting naked is for sex. Since you are amazing at running the business, and this is what makes it work, so much the better, but I had no idea of the perks." Mom picked up her mug, "So, you would sunbathe naked by the pool?' I smiled, "You mean nude, right? Yes, why not? I'm a naturist." "A nudist?" I sipped my coffee and put the cup down, "No, a naturist. Nudist is no longer used. I prefer to be clothes-free." The corner of my mother's mouth turned up in a wry smile, "And how long has this been going on?"

It actually happened, an off-the-books, closed court indoor contest of nude tennis between two teams: Hillside and the arch-rival, Golden Valley. Normally such things would not be allowed, but the Presidents of both schools had watched the regular match that took place Friday. The presidents had both played - low level - when they were attending their respective colleges. (Curtis played, but never in a match.) Maybe there was a bet or something, because afterwards Curtis was in a very good mood and he gave the team captains permission for "something special." They did not think they would get it, but Curtis allowed them carte blanche to take over and seal the athletic building where the indo

Teresa finished, sounding horrified as if she disapproved of any such habits. “Oh, come on, Teresa. Maybe if people weren’t so judgmental about polygamy, certain people wouldn’t need to go into the woods to fuck,” Chloe raised a valid point. “It’s no different than the naturist reserve up on The Hills. People go there for one thing, and they tend to share the love if you know what I’m saying.” “Seriously?” I was shocked, then I glanced over my shoulders to make sure no little kids were in earshot. Angelica and Cameron were still ambushing the drawers, filling their pockets with crayons.