Nude Vacation Stories Novels & Stories

"I pulled out my phone and took a snapshot, which caused her to open her eyes and nearly piss herself she screamed so loud. I quickly apologized as visions of sexy times under the water hose vanished." Kelly was bright red, she was sure. "Still though, that vision of her standing there naked as a jaybird and oblivious to everything else. Sexiest thing I've ever seen," he said. She melted a little inside and kissed him. "Your turn Kel," Marie called. Kelly smiled and told them of the sex they had on the vacation, leaving out the part where they'd been so flirtatious on the beach. Heidi followed with a story about a guy in college that she'd been with. It went around the group then, everyone t

It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake. I lounged on the big sectional couch in the living room, legs stretched out, my nipples already hardening against the thin white fabric of my tank top. No bra. I hadn’t worn one on purpose. The wine had me flushed and bold, my pussy tingling with that slow, forbidden ache I’d been ignoring for months.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

Shortly after Tessa hung up, Jamie whipped up his his phone again, pulling her and Camila together for a few selfie shorts, recording a short I*******m story with a caption that read: “Touchdown in Paradise, bitches! #VacationMode” They were in freaking seychelles and it was going smoothly so far.

“Relax. Billionaires have magic livers. He’ll drink some green juice, pop an IV, and look like a Calvin Klein ad by noon.” Everyone cracked up. Kitty yawned in agreement. Then the stories started. Honeymoon stories. The good, the bad, and the very, very detailed. Ava went first, eyes sparkling. “Ours was Banff in January. Negative twenty-five degrees. We tried to ski on day one. I fell on my face within thirty seconds. After that we never left the cabin. Ten straight days of fireplace, hot tub, and sex in literally every room. We came home more in love than when we left. I still get wet thinking about it.”

I came around him one last time and cried out his name. By the time he was dressed to leave, my body felt deliciously used and sore in the best places. I lay on the couch, watching him. “Delete the account,” he said softly. “Next time I want you waiting naked till I arrive.” I nodded already knowing I would. After he left I opened the laptop and deleted VelvetVixen for good. Then I created a new account just for him and me. With Mark on a business trip for a month, I just knew this was going to be the best month ever.

I said. “Should I talk to them to leave us alone?” He asked, and I shook my head. “It’s okay. Let’s just pretend they don’t exist.” Maxwell and I spend the first week of our vacation doing beach activities such as swimming, parasailing, breathing observation bubble or BOB underwater, sailing, exploring the sea caves, snorkeling, sunbathing, beach volleyball, and diving. It’s Sunday night, and we are now watching the fire dance while eating our dinner. I am wearing a white summer dress that flows above my knee, while Maxwell is wearing a white polo and navy blue cotton shorts.

she texted back I laughed at this as I left her in suspense with a thought of visiting her tomorrow. One bright morning a middle aged gentleman stepped out of prison carrying a back pack. He had a blank look on his face as he shaded his eyes with his left hand against the light. His original prison sentence had been cut short as a result of a pardon by the president who visited the cells a few days ago. He had fought hard in prison to overcome drug use. He sat on a bench near the roadside. As he sat quietly he thought about his life over the span of eleven years.He recollects lovely moments spent those early days with his wife whilst working together with their country's secret service .He

“This is one of the luxury suites that line this side of the island. I like my privacy because everywhere I go the paparazzi are trying to snap pictures of me, and so does anyone who knows who I am. People are always trying to get pictures of me to make a quick buck from the media. And for another reason, I like to swim nude without everyone gawking at me; sort of like you just did.” Slightly glancing down, she witnessed his hard package on full display. Ava’s eyes quickly shot back up to the starry night sky as a pink blush rushed her face. She was impressed, but still not wanting to just stand there looking at his dick like she’s never seen a man naked before. “Can you put on some pants or

George said, "but with nude beaches available on other islands-and much cheaper vacation packages-can I assume that it wasn't just the naked sunbathing that brought you there? Was there a particular fantasy that you wanted to fulfill at Fantasy Key?" "Oh, yes! More than one, actually," Gary said. "Beth is a bit of an exhibitionist, and I'm kind of a voyeur ..." "A well matched couple!" George interjected. "But they're not things one gets to put into practice in everyday suburban life," Beth commented. "But we were certainly able to let loose down there!" "Did you happen to partake of their movie theater?" Gary asked. "That was always a big fantasy for both of us; for Beth to take on two or t