Understanding Nudity Pt. 04

Part 4, Fantasy Fest

~o~

"Here are your drinks; we are on the next van." It was becoming stimulating being among the company workers and nudists scurrying about. Studying them, I was surprised at the diversity of people who were entirely at ease nude; most males wore their excitement openly, my husband included.

Hardly anyone noticed a vanload of nudists as we traversed the streets of Port St. Lucie to the industrial district docks.

The Schooner was much smaller than it had appeared. Walking down the pier to the Calypso's berth, a group of dockside fishermen watched intently as we strolled by.

Welcome Aboard! Be careful as you make your way around; many obstacles lie around these old ships. Be sure to duck when you go below deck to clear the beam.

An ancient aroma permeated from the creaking oak planks as I crouched down and made my way through, investigating the sparse amenities. The bunking arrangements were indeed communal, scattered throughout the entire hold, slung with ropes from the ceiling; this was going to be interesting. The thirty-six-inch-wide frames, covered with two-inch-thick outdated bedding, looked relatively tiny for two adults. It made me appreciate the sailors who worked on ships like this.

"Bron, you and Jeannie can stay in one of those tiny bunks; I am much too claustrophobic to be confined here for very long."

"What are you going to do?"

"I haven't figured that out yet, but most likely will stay above deck."

I climbed back to the deck to get some fresh air as Bron and Jeannie ran off, exploring the rest of the ship. My anxiety began to calm considerably around the other guests as everyone began to orient themselves. I felt a strange, comforting sensation among other nudists. I also found it remarkable that most scurried about without anxiety or embarrassment. I have been living in a shell; these people love to be nude and are not concerned about who sees them.

As the last group was led aboard, I settled into one of the hammocks close to the bow. The view seemed much better from here; the salty breeze was comforting as it flowed around my exposed body.

"Oh, here you are. The ship is amazing; there is even an outside shower over there. We found the head too. So, what do you think?"

"I'm ready for another Margarita, dear; I bet Jeannie wants one too. Sit beside me while Bron refills our beverages. What's the head?"

"It's the toilet, a rather small one too. Mother, I am sooo excited we will be naked for two weeks; my hormones are buzzing."

"That's one of my worries. You be vigilant, and stay close to Bron! Also, watch out for the male crew members; they appeared to be quite interested in you as we boarded; even though you are eighteen, you are the youngest female here."

"Oh, stop worrying so much; we are on vacation. I saw the captain checking you out too. You are beautiful, and you have a great body for your age,"

"Well, thanks. I would expect that from my daughter."

"Did you notice the man with the nice mustache? His sure was large."

"Yes, I did, and it was indeed rather big."

"Here are your refills. Are we having a good time yet?"

"Bron, go grab my lotion, Jeannie and I need our bare skin protected."

"On the way!"

"I think he likes us being naked with him. He has been hard since we got here."

"I'm sure he does; he also likes being around all the young naked girls! Jeannie, keep your body covered in sunscreen, especially your tender, shaved area; the wind and sun on your bare skin will be brutal if it is not protected."

"I think it's wonderful to be with others who also like to be naked."

"I do like the freedom of being completely at ease in the company of others of like mind; it is rather relaxing not being the odd one out."

Before I knew it, the ship started easing away from its berth as I heard the captain's commands. Untie the bow line, pull the spring line taught, that's it. Now release the stern line. Pull the fenders. Mind the daysailer crossing the bow. Unfurl the Foresail and Genoa. I looked back to find Captain Dave at the helm spinning the ship's wheel and guiding us out of port.

Bron returned with the sunscreen momentarily. We stood grasping the ship's stiff lines, patiently facing the western mid-afternoon sun as he meticulously covered our bodies. Several female guests were keen to spot his soft subtle talents and watched intently as he thoroughly covered every inch of our naked bodies, spending memorable time on our tender areas.

The sea breeze felt invigorating on my freshly moisturized skin. The beverages' buzz, not to mention his soft touch roaming around my newly shaven privates in mixed company, turned out to be an excellent finish to a very early start. The vacation was starting to fit my idea of relaxation.

I'm Gloria, and this is my friend Kate.

"I'm Jane, my husband Bron, and this is my daughter Jeannie."

This is Kate's first time being naked. I wanted her to know how it felt to be naked for two weeks. It sure is exhilarating.

"Bron, would you get us another refill, please?"

"Be right back, ladies."

"I am relatively new to this also. My husband, who constantly runs around the house naked, sparked Jeannie's interest in nudity. After attempting to understand his proclivity and having my daughter naked before me, I decided to try it. I discovered I liked being nude and a few of the fringe benefits that come with it, so here we are, sailing for two weeks."

That's nice. He seems like a good man.

"He is helpful with her."

"Oh, yes. Mr. Bron is the best stepdad ever."

Would you mind if we.... borrowed... Mr. Bron. Our bodies are in desperate need of some lotion.

"Your drinks have arrived, ladies."

"Bron, your services have been requested; these ladies wish to know if you can put lotion on them. It's okay; go on, take your time."

We will return him as good as new, thanks.

Sending my husband off to apply lotion informed him I accepted his touching other nudists' bodies; I hope he felt the same; I fully anticipated having others touching me.

"It is nice that you agreed to have Mr. Bron rub those ladies with lotion."

"Oh, they will like it as much as he does. I would have never agreed to take this trip if I were uncomfortable with him touching someone. Remember, we also like others touching us."

Reaching open water, the crew rang the dinner bell. I was satisfied with the light sandwiches and fruit served; dining nude with everyone aboard was interesting. At dusk, I settled down with my fourth refill. The gentle rocking motion of the schooner and the steady sets of waves splashing a mist of salty spray about us was intoxicating as I lay comfortably in my hammock, sipping my tequila and passion.

Away from the suburban shore, the Milky Way lit up as I had never seen it. Most guests were milling about above deck, enjoying the view and experience of sailing, introducing themselves, and carrying on as if nudity was a regular part of their life. It was enthralling to stand inches away and converse with other guests about the stars and not feel self-conscience about being nude. The combination of the ship's motion, the sound of the waves, and the absence of motors running were hypnotizing; I had completely forgotten I had been nude since we left port.

Shortly after midnight, I decided to check on my husband and daughter. Circling the deck brought no results, so I peeked into the hold. The dim lighting revealed most of the bunks filled with naked bodies, sleeping. After looking closer, I finally spotted Jeannie in her bunk and Bron in the bunk beside her, both sound asleep, swinging gently with the ship. It was comforting knowing she was close to him. I slowly climbed back on deck and walked around, enjoying the nighttime views and calming silence. The night sky was gorgeous.

Were you having trouble sleeping? The synchronous motion of the ship rolling and pitching can be distracting.

"No, I am probably excited to be on vacation; the ship's movement is quite relaxing; this is a first for me."

Sailing?

"Well, yes, and being naked around other people."

I thought I saw others with you when you boarded.

"Yes, my husband and daughter are sleeping below."

Ah, a nudist family vacation.

"Well, sort of. It's also an introduction to nudity for me."

You seem very comfortable nude; you are adjusting well for a first-timer.

"Thank you, Captain... It's growing on me. So, this is where you drive the boat?"

This is where I steer the ship. This is the ship's wheel.

"How do you know which way to go?"

Many years of experience and the ship's compass here. Would you like to give it a try? It's not complicated. Here, stand in front of me. Take both hands and grab a spoke like this.

"How do I know where to go?

Line up this line on the compass bezel with our heading. What is our heading?

"185."

Just keep 'er pointed to 185 degrees, and all will be well. You are doing great; I will be right back. Do you want anything from the galley?

"Another margarita?"

Hold 'er steady! 185!

I could not believe he had left me, driving the ship. Get a grip, Jane; you can do this! Just as I was about to get really worried, Captain Dave returned with my margarita and his cup of coffee.

We seem to be the only survivors.

"Survivors?"

Only ones awake!

"I am Jane. Thanks for the drink. Do you want to take over now?"

No, I am pretty content observing you 'Drive' the ship. It's not often I have a nude female assistant.

My nervousness and a few more sips of tequila were getting the best of me. You don't mind if I give you a hand, do you? I felt his warm shirtless chest behind me as he reached around and grabbed my hands on the spokes. Make a slight turn starboard; we want 185, not 180.

"Starboard? "

Yes, starboard, to the right... left is port. As the wheel moved, he held his grip for several seconds, assuring the correction, then resting his hand on my shoulder, sending a flurry of hormones rushing through me.

I'm sure he felt me flinch. You're doing fine, Jane. I didn't mean to startle you.

"You didn't startle me; I was surprised by your touch."

He immediately removed his hand.

"Oh, I didn't mean I did not like it; I'm still trying to adjust to being naked outside. It felt nice to be touched. Do your services include a shoulder rub?"

They do, indeed; is coconut oil okay? I immediately felt his stiffness rise behind me as his weathered shorts pressed tightly against my naked ass, reaching around me into the helm's cabinet and pulling a bottle out.

"Yes, it would be nice."

Captain Dave lathered his palms and went to work. Although somewhat rough, his hands felt amazing on me. I was in heaven, standing under a beautiful night sky, sailing a ship, getting a shoulder massage, and sipping tequila on my first night of vacation.

"What's that glow up ahead?"

That's our halfway point, the lights of Miami. Shortly after that, we will turn south-south-eastward along the keys. We will arrive at Key West tomorrow morning.

"Do your services include a body massage?"

Jane, if you can hold 'er at 185, my hands are free for your pleasure; what would you like massaged?

"All of me?" All of you? "Yes, every single pore!" I felt him reach around me, stroking my arms. His touch was relaxing and soft as he coated my skin with oil. I quivered as he moved onto my chest, twirling each nipple between his manly fingertips, thoroughly massaging the fragrant oil into my breasts.

He was only the third man to have hands here; I hoped to experience the sensation again. The warmth of his sailor's hands moving around my bare front sent my hormones into a frenzy.

185! Keep 'er on course. "Oh yeh, 185."

My concentration could have been sharper; the tequila and personal attention to my breasts were winning. After covering my shoulders, breasts, and belly, I felt the captain's hands move to my lower legs. It felt so exotic, smelling the extract on me. Am I dreaming?

He took care as he slid his oily fingers around my upper thighs, circling each methodically, stopping at the edge of my core. Each time his hands traversed the line, I shivered, wanting more. Excitingly, he took possession of my butt, pinching and kneading the abundance of tissue and applying as much lotion as possible; my body was engulfed with the coconut oil as my pussy yearned for attention.

It's time to make our turn; take 'er to 190, please. My brain awoke for a second as I spun the wheel until the compass read 190. You're getting good at this. You have one of the finest rears I have seen in a while, Jane.

I stood in silence, caught off guard by the compliment, not knowing how to answer his firm grip on my cheeks. Moving slightly, I exhaled and relaxed, opening my stance. He knew exactly want I needed, releasing his hold on my fat-dimpled skin and pouring more lotion onto his palms, rubbing them vigorously, warming the oil.

Gently parting my legs, he reached into my crotch from behind, guiding his warm fingers across my tender bridge, teasing my shaved entrance, and sending shivers up and down my spine. I flinched as his fingertip slid across my anguished clit, causing me to wince, release my grip, and rise up on my toes.

Hands-on the wheel! Don't let go!

"Sorry, it's just...Ahhhh h h h,"

I can tell I have found the right spot.

"That feels sooo good."

He withdrew his hand, sliding it between my cheeks, slowly up my spine and shoulder, then gently moved down and around to my breasts, slowly passing across each, pinching a nipple and back to my butt, making sure he slid his finger across my spot. After ten minutes of this, I was in severe distress, gripping the wheel and attempting to force his finger inside with downward body motions each time he made his pass. I could hardly stand, laboring to breathe, attempting to subdue the boiling hormones trying to escape.

We stayed connected for what seemed like an hour. The salty sea breeze rushed around me, stirring up the freshly applied coconut scent, as I stared into the brilliant night sky, holding tightly to the wheel while his hands wandered around every part of me. I could not take the intensity of the hormonal overdose any longer. My legs were failing; I could barely grasp the spokes.

"Please don't leave me like this." Captain Dave took hold of my waist and spun me around. Reach back and grab hold of the wheel behind you.

He saw the desperation in my expression as he placed one hand on my shoulder and ran his other palm across my spot. Entering me, he slowly teased my engorged, tormented inside. I threw my head back, quivering, as he stole my body, holding his station and caressing every last ounce of tension from my wilting frame as I collapsed onto him, impaled on his excellent fingers.

I vaguely recall being in his arms as he laid me down in the hammock closest to the helm. I dreamt I was floating through galaxies far away, untethered, as my body reeled in ecstasy from one of the most profound climaxes I had ever experienced.

I thought it was part of my dream when I felt the soft touch on my shoulder and the scent of fresh coffee. It's 6:00 AM; we are about three hours out of Key West; I brought you a fresh cup of coffee; I thought you might like to take in the sunrise.

I struggled to disembark from the stretchy hammock. Finally freeing my tender bottom, I stood and accepted my cup, gulping some instantly. Every muscle in my legs was sore.

"Thank you very much." My pleasure. I hope you got some rest.

"It was one of the most restful nights of my life." Glad to hear that.

"The sunrise is breathtaking; It's always beautiful over water."

You can see some fantastic things at sea. I always try to start my day like this.

I stepped over close, placing my hand gently on his shoulder, guzzling the last sip. "Thank you for last night. It will be one I will not forget."

You are on vacation; it was my pleasure, Jane. Would you like to take the wheel for a while?

"Certainly." Another cup? "Yes, please." Keep 'er true to 190! As I reached up to grab the spokes, I felt his hand slide across my ass, hesitating for a second as he squeezed it gently, thanking me for the privilege. I will be right back. The day was starting terrific; sailing a schooner into the rising sun and being served coffee by the captain!

We spent the next hour inches away from each other as we slowly discovered each other's personalities, dislikes, and likes. Captain Dave was an interesting one to converse with.

I must wake my crew before we arrive; can you take the wheel for a while?

"Of Course." Hold 'er to 195. I will be back in twenty minutes or so.

~o~

"Mom,.... Oh my god, you're driving the boat?"

"Morning, Jeannie; I'm standing for Captain Dave while he wakes the crew."

"I didn't know you knew how to drive a boat. You're sure up early."

"Well, I spent most of the night visiting with the captain; he taught me some basics about steering a ship."

"You smell like coconut."

I didn't know I needed an extra cup; I will be right back.

"Wow, he seems so nice."

"He is and gives a fabulous body massage, coconut included!"

"Mom, I'm impressed; the glow on your face tells a story...."

Here you are, miss; I hope you like black coffee.

"Oh, thank you."

"This is my daughter, Jeannie." It's my pleasure, miss. A sense of calming freedom rushed through me, standing with my daughter, naked, steering our ship, and having coffee with them.

You must be the cute one I heard several of the crew discussing yesterday; I can see why; you take after your mother. Is this your first time also?

"My first time?"

Sailing.

"Oh, yes, and my first time sailing naked." So, how do you like it?

"I love it. I don't ever want to wear clothes again! Would you teach me to drive the boat?"

It's going to get busy in a few minutes as we enter the harbor; I should have some time tomorrow. Breakfast will be served shortly, and I must give a briefing before you depart for Fantasy Fest.

"Jeannie, I want to take a shower. Did you say there was one outside?"

"Yes, follow me. I'll join you."

Several crew members watched intently, attending to their morning chores as we both turned, washing each other's hard-to-reach spots. Standing on deck with Jeannie showering in front of the crew and observing the day's sunrise was terrific. I savored the freedom of bathing outdoors; It was my first time, and I did not want it to be the last. We both stood on the bow, arms out, letting the morning breeze dry us.

Good morning, everyone. As you see, we have reached Key West. Before you leave the ship, I want to brief you on the town and our schedule. Duval Street is just a few blocks east. The town is relatively compact, easy to navigate, and filled with old Victorian houses and seafarers' bars; some can get pretty rowdy.

This is the start of Fantasy Fest, a week-long festival. The streets will be crowded with visitors from around the country who are not nudists. This week, the local laws concerning public nudity have been set aside for the Fest. You are allowed to be nude anywhere in town. So be cautious and enjoy your visit. We will remain in port tonight and will be departing mid-morning tomorrow for Pleasure Island.

~o~

"What should we bring?"

"Wear your sandals, Jeannie; I am wearing my hat; I had better bring my shoulder bag. Bron, get the sunscreen; we will also need a way to pay for things."

As I walked down the ramp and looked into the crowd that had gathered around to see the ship, the whole idea of what was fixing to happen sent my hormones into chaos. I was totally naked on my way into town with my nude husband and daughter. My angst grew as we left the docks and reached the town, packed with hundreds of people. We were quite the attraction; everyone was snapping pictures of us as we passed.