Nudist Women Novels & Stories

The lady stood a metre behind her with heavy makeup, wearing only a red pant and red brassiere. She was barely thirty and had already brought the semen of twenty men into Seductra’s watery orb. She knew these men would subsequently be worthless for the rest of their lives, though it didn’t bother her. It was now One-Fifty-Five in the afternoon as both women began to walk downwards into the body of the water, en route to Seductra’s watery orb. In the real and physical world, this particular initiate was an auditor in one of the insurance companies, somewhere in South-East Asia.

And then there were the people. Some of the women were barely wearing clothes. No, what they wore could not even be called clothes. Thin strips of fabric barely covered their private parts, while the rest of their bodies were exposed. They laughed, danced, and leaned into men with shameless touches. Some were already on men’s laps, fucking openly with reckless abandon, their hands roaming, their lips brushing across skin.

“Nothing, I just thought you might like to have a good time.” “Sorry,” I say in a short voice. “I’m busy.” “You sure?” Then slowly, the woman pulls open her dress, and she’s completely naked underneath. Her breasts are perfect concentric orbs, obviously the work of a plastic surgeon, and her pussy glistens in the low light. “How about a foursome, player man? My two friends here and I would definitely show you a good time. We would like some famous hard dick, to rail our pussies in exchange of good blowjob and ball licking, if you get what I mean.” She said, trying to make her voice husky purposefully.

Initially, the items on auction were all old and mundane, but soon the focus shifted to three women. They appeared on stage naked, their faces covered by sacks. They couldn't stand up, giving the impression that they were under the influence of drugs. To the right stood a woman with curly brown hair, a healthy chest, and light brown skin. In the center is a woman with straight black hair, fair skin, a smaller chest, and a slender body. The final woman has short hair, a generous chest, and exudes undeniable allure, possessing an allure that seemed to have it all.

He is looking at me; I have so many questions. "Ask away; I can tell you have plenty of questions, Lisa." Nodding, I find the first one to start. "These women are not prostitutes, then?" I honestly thought they were. "No, the women are not paid; it's not just women – there are plenty of men here too." Okay, that is good and eases my mind a bit. "Okay, you say fantasies. What sort of fantasies?" He laughed at my question; I was serious. "Sexual fantasies of course Lisa, fetishes, all those things – surely you have a sexual ntasy." My face is getting red, it is, but there is no way I am talking about it.

Each one of them expressed excitement they too had allowed their tits to be seen and how excited it made them feel. Jenna and Terri started bringing out the food and setting it on the tables. Terri said, "All the food is here, so come out and get dried off and we can eat." One by one we walked up the steps to get out of the pool and grabbed a towel to dry off and sit on while we ate dinner. While we were eating dinner there were many questions floated around the table about our nudist lifestyle. Of course there were some questions for Jenna about her exhibitionist streak and how she got the nerve to let total strangers see her whole naked body. Jenna told everyone it excited her and made her

Not only are these women not wearing wetsuits, they’re not wearing bathing suits either—at least, they’re not wearing bathing suit tops. All three have pale, almost milky skin, slender bodies and small but shapely breasts. I’m surprised their naked swimming hasn’t given them more of a tan. They’re beautiful in a strangely exotic way, with dark, almond-shaped eyes and full lips. They look so similar to each other they could be sisters. They appear to be in their mid-twenties, but that’s impossible, of course. There aren’t any people in their mid-twenties. Maybe swimming in frigid water keeps their skin looking young.

The moment I can, I excuse myself to my room and lock the bathroom door behind me. The water runs hot, filling the bathroom with steam. For a few minutes, I pretend I’m just a girl home for the weekend with nothing to worry about. I think of the girls I saw in Bucharest—short skirts, oversized hoodies, laughing loudly and holding hands with boys their parents would never approve of. They wear what they want. They fall in love, marry, have children, and live without anyone judging whether they’re holy enough. They simply enjoy their youth. And right now, I’m jealous of them.

A fucking machine attached to the back. "We're going to test your stamina. Are you ready whore?" Her eyes grew large, not used to being called such a vulgar name, but it turned her on more in a weird sense. Her pussy was soaking wet; she could feel it soaking through her thong. "Okay whore remove your clothes and get into the stockade!" Nadia removed her dress and thong. Her nipples hardened as the air touched them. He ran his fingers between her legs."Already wet for me, I see. Get in the stockade, and if you're a good girl, I might fuck you."

Here, the woman is happy as a sangirl to this guy who has saved her. At this time, they go to the room where they make a pleasure. Here, Brown is out of mind to this woman. Thus, he would not allow her to be engaged with another guy. Without knowing, this woman has a lot of men who are still taking their hat off on her even if, her profession is prostitution.