Understanding Nudity Pt. 04

"Mom, look, there are the body painting booths." Finally, a few other nudists. "I want to get something painted on me."

"Bron, Jeannie, and I are stopping here to see about body painting."

"Okay, I'm going to walk around; it may take a while."

Ladies, what would you like to be decorated with today? Take a look at the examples on the wall.

"I want a butterfly on my chest and the Daisy Duke blue jean shorts."

You are eighteen, aren't you? "Yes"

"All right, Jeannie, go ahead while I look around."

Please have a seat, miss; I need you to sit back and let me clean your skin so the paint will adhere properly. Jeannie hopped up instantly as the hordes of onlookers gathered to watch my eighteen-year-old daughter get her teen body cleaned and decorated.

"Mother, this is mind-boggling, being painted; you must try it."

Jeannie stood up and looked in the mirror when he finished the butterfly. It was perfect; the two antennae curled around each of her baby breasts, ending on her nipples. "I love it!" Please stand on this table, reach up, and grip the bar. Be still and spread your legs. Wider. I watched curiously as he airbrushed one of the best pairs of Daisy's I had seen.

"Oh, that wet paint feels sooo amazing down there!"

I was impressed with his work; from three feet away, you could not tell if the shorts were authentic or painted; the raveled strings of old jeans appeared to hang from her quim, and the pockets even appeared torn.

"What do you think, mom?"

"Remarkable, Jeannie."

"Okay, you're next; what have you chosen?"

"I like this somewhat see-through short dress with the open sides held by a small chain; only I want it to stop right here at the bottom of my ladybug.

An excellent choice; classy and sexy. Step up so I can clean your front side first. Standing on a table in front of a vast crowd was fantastic. I could see and hear their comments about my daring boldness as I gripped the overhead bar. The sensation of the artist's hand thoroughly wiping my breasts, belly, and wide-open bottom, sent chills through me. When he started painting, his hands holding me open to apply the soft spray coating with the airbrush threw my hormones into a frenzy.

I was taken aback when I saw my reflection in the mirror. I appeared to be covered in a silhouette of sheer dark fabric with the occasional coral-colored tropical flower sprinkled about. I could see my naked body perfectly underneath, my cleanly shaven area, my nipples, and chest, and even an inch of my butt cheeks hung below the hem in the rear. The open sides, appearing to be held with a small chain, showed about half of my breasts and most of my sides. It looked like it would blow off in the slightest breeze. Jeannie was right; It was incredibly thrilling to be airbrushed.

Ladies, thank you. The paint is non-toxic and should last a day or two. It washes off with water and some firm scrubbing. Be sure to join the street parade this afternoon; we artists love for our work to be seen.

"We better go find Bron. I am getting hungry."

"I see him over at The Rum Bar."

"Mr. Bron, do you like our body paintings?"

"Wow, you both look amazing. I can't tell if it is the paint or cloth!"

"We are ready for a margarita and lunch. Let's find somewhere to eat."

Entering Sloppy Joe's was surreal, strolling past the vast majority who were clothed. The exhilaration of knowingly displaying myself steadily built as we took our seats and ordered. We, along with several other nudists there, drew quite a bit of attention, something I was beginning to take pleasure in.

"Another margarita for us, please."

After lunch, we walked around town, discovering some of the neat, unique places in Key West. The Green Parrot Bar looked intriguing; it would be nice to check it out later tonight.

Can we take a picture with you? We can't believe how many naked people there are in the streets. Your body paint is fantastic.

"I'm sure my husband would love to; go ahead, dear." Jeannie and I watched as several college-age girls bounded around him and his day-long hardness snapping selfies. Several men quickly approached Jeannie and me asking for our photos. "Why not, sure." We posed for pictures for twenty minutes, letting them place their arms around our shoulders as they snapped away; I enjoyed the attention.

Ma'am, we want you to lead today's parade; your see-through dress and your daughter's butterfly and jeans are fabulous. You three will make a perfect opening act, a man, his wife, and their daughter partying naked at Fantasy Fest.

"Bron?" Oh, hell yes! Let's do this!

I hadn't noticed, but the Mardi-Gras-type atmosphere had become much more celebratory as the day wore on; most wore masks or costumes, and everyone had a beverage in their hand. Bron grabbed us another drink as we headed toward the starting point. A massive group had assembled; artists were playing brass horns, ready to march, clothed and unclothed.

Are you ready? "Bron, I need a refill." "I want one too, Mr. Bron." My heart was pounding, standing in front of a massive crowd anticipating the unknown fixing to parade my naked body through town.

"I found Gloria and Kate, from our ship, at the bar. They want to join us."

We're sorry we didn't do this when we were in college.

"The more, the merrier!" Okay, here we go! Taking the first step, leading a parade naked, I realized a significant change was occurring in my life. Jeannie grabbed my hand as we stepped forward.

"This is sooo exciting. It reminds me of our walk on the track last week."

"What track?"

"Oh, Jeannie and I walked down to the school track last Sunday morning before you got home for a couple of laps."

"Naked?"

"Well, yes, for most of it."

"Did anyone see you naked?"

"Well, yes. There were a couple of other joggers out that morning. They were quite excited to see two naked female joggers!"

"I bet they were, and I wish I had been there!"

We were cheered on through the entire route. Revelers on each side were stripping, leaving their clothes, and joining us, partying naked as we walked Duval Street. It was hard to distinguish between the pained-body-revelers and the clothed revelers.

At the end of the parade route, we encountered one of the largest street parties I had ever witnessed. The bands were playing, and everyone was dancing as we waltzed into the mass, dancing alongside. The sensation of my skin being touched by so many hands drove my hormones crazy. I loved being naked in the crowd.

Jeannie and Bron were also enjoying themselves; she had attracted several young boys, desperate to dance with what they thought was a young topless girl in tattered jeans. Bron was right alongside, twirling around Gloria and Kate, still hard. I had not ever danced this much in my life. Time had slipped away with each refill I had; it had been dark for hours now.

I spotted the bright neon light of the Green Parrot down the street and decided to walk over and take a break.

"A margarita, please." Several young women danced on tabletops; one was even on the bar dancing naked. I was tipsy, naked, and as horny as I had ever been.

Dance for us! Dance for us! The party atmosphere was enticing and addictive. My proclivity, along with the tequila, decided for me. Several male revelers took my hand, led me up to the main bar, and helped me climb on. I was overcome by the exhilaration of being put on display. Hordes of people stood inches away, cheering me on. Take it off! Take it off! My painted-on sheer dress fooled them in the dimly lit bar; I had nothing to take off.

I started rubbing my hands around my breasts, slowly squeezing them, pulling them up, and licking my nipples as I swayed back and forth; they screamed louder. Leaning back, I slowly massaged my belly, sliding my hands down my sides and back onto my ass as I turned around, taking a handful of each cheek and slapping the fat on them. The crowd went gaga; the frenzy and the stinging skin on my ass fed me; my pussy was on fire. A margarita found its way into my hand; I guzzled it in one long slurp, hollering back at the crowd, "M o r e!

I had never felt so enticed to be lude; the wild, boisterous atmosphere fed the craze as I reached down, slowly stroking my legs. The higher I got, the louder they yelled; it was consuming and infectious. Widening my stance, I leaned out toward the crowd sliding both hands up to my pussy. Teasing my audience, I taunted my eager clit, as I looked to them for approval; sliding two fingers in, I parted myself, opening the moist pink interior, tempting my g-spot as I oscillated back and forth. Paper bills were flying everywhere around me as the revelers screamed louder, feeding my dependence.

I knelt on the bar top, extending my transparent-painted-derriere to face them, invitingly slapping it softly, and then patted it, "I need to be spanked." I looked back as two young ladies sent several stinging blows. Others quickly moved in to rub the tingling tissue, then slipped through my thighs, playing with my desperate button and teasing my engorged ladybug; hands were everywhere on me.

I was on the edge of a hormonal overdose; I was a prisoner to my addiction. Slowly I turned around and sat on the bar's edge with my legs hanging over, staring at the raucous crowd. Feeding my craving, I motioned to the nearest, "Sit on the stool!"

A sudden splash of salt spray woke me, lying in a hammock on the ship's bow. I lay dazed and confused, the midafternoon sun glaring right in my eyes as the fabric of the foresail whipped back and forth in the breeze. I looked around to find no land in sight.

"Good afternoon, dear; I will be right back with coffee." I struggled to make sense of anything as I attempted to expel myself from the confines of the floppy hammock, but I could not. My ass and bottom were unusually tender. Bron reached out to help me sit as he fed me a mug of caffeine.

"What happened?"

"We finally located you at The Green Parrot, kneeling on top of the bar!"

"We?"

"Myself, Gloria, Kate, Jeannie, and Brady. You were up on the bar, letting people spank your ass and touch you. It took some time for us to push our way through the crowd to see what was happening. When we reached the bar, you looked at me and ordered me to sit on the stool; you hung your legs over my shoulders, took your fingers, forced them inside you, and began fingering yourself.

The crowd went berserk, cheering and applauding you, More!, More! The louder they hollered, the deeper you penetrated. Right in the middle of your orgasm, you reached down, spreading yourself open, stuffed my face into your crotch, and demanded, Eat me!

It was the most exciting erotic moment of my life, sitting naked on a bar stool, hard as I had ever been, eating you as they cheered us on! When I arose for a breath, at least six ladies were up on the bar, all with a man stuffed between their legs being eaten, Gloria and Kate included. You squirmed and howled back at the crowd as I licked and sucked every last drop of tension out; my tongue was sore!

Jane, you were truly wicked last night; I have never seen you climax like that; you were intoxicating!

I loved it!.... My naked wife .... On the bar....Beside my naked stepdaughter...Each getting their pussy eaten!

"Jeannie....?"

Yes, Brady was very busy nibbling the painted strings off the crotch of her Daisy Dukes beside us. She appeared to be as addicted to the crowds cheering as you were, even holding your hand.

"Brady....?"

He is one of the crew members she met last night; he's around twenty-five.

"I did that?... We did that?... On a bar?"

Let me get you another mug of coffee, dear. Jeannie is with Captain Dave. He is teaching her how to steer the ship. I promised Gloria, Kate, and two others that I would give them a full body massage.

All I could do was stare into the ocean, attempting to gather my thoughts; I sat in front of a crowd next to Jeannie and had him eat me. How will I ever explain this to her?

~o~

Good afternoon. I saw you in the parade yesterday with your family; I wanted to compliment you on your beautiful body paint. It is one of the best I have seen. I am Roger; it's nice to meet someone closer to my age finally.

"Thank you, I'm Jane. I don't feel beautiful right now. I think due to too much tequila. I feel like a shower. Would you mind assisting me in ridding my back side of the paint?"

Won't your husband mind me doing that?

"Not at all; he is busy massaging Gloria, Kate, and someone?"

Oh, he is a masseuse?

"Well, no. I think the ladies are just excited about having his hands on them. Let me grab some soap and washcloths; I will be right back. I'll meet you at the shower. Could you grab me some more coffee?" Certainly.

"This coffee tastes so good.....and the warm salt water feels even better; this is only the second time I have washed outdoors nude. I'm ready, Roger."

Is this too hard? The paint seems rather stubborn. Let me apply more soap.

"No, it feels rather invigorating; you have a good touch."

The paint comes off a little better once it gets wet. Should I do your rear? It is a bit pink back here.

"Your hands are much too good to waste; you have permission to wash my entire body, but take it easy back there; it is tender, and pay no attention to the fat dimples."

Your entire body? Everywhere?

"Roger, you can wash and touch me anywhere; it's okay. Let me grab the post to steady myself; tell me when you are ready to do the front. This is very relaxing."

Roger's hands slipped around me, washing me thoroughly; the warm salt water and his soft touch on my backside regenerated my strength; I was starting to feel human again.

All done back here, I'm ready for the front.

I turned, facing him, reached up, and grabbed the shower pipe above my head. "I'm all yours!" Standing in front of the crew and several guests being scrubbed was exciting; what bothered me was my actions in front of Jeannie last night.

You have lovely breasts, Jane. Are you sure this is not too hard?

"It feels wonderful; take your time, Roger."

I have never washed anyone like this; I'm a little nervous.

"You're doing great; Isn't it great being naked outdoors? You have a nice mustache, and I'm sure most guys are quite envious of your male endowment. It's quite nice too."

I am still getting used to others staring at it like I'm a freak or something. Thanks, it is great to be nude; I have not been a nudist for long, and I regret it took me this long to try it. I'm sorry about my hardness; It is rather exciting washing you outside, in front of everyone.

"It's perfectly okay; it doesn't bother me in the least; it's part of nature. Your hands have a nice touch; they feel wonderful." I hoped he hadn't noticed my eyes checking his equipment out; it was hard not to.

Are you sure you want me to clean your shaved area?

"I am positive I want you to clean it; take your time." I thoroughly enjoyed the view before me as I relaxed my legs, opening them. What started as a somewhat regretful afternoon quickly changed; standing outside being washed was invigorating. Watching the soapy salt rinse splashing off the long thick hard of my accomplice, inches away was becoming stimulating.

I noticed your daughter was also shaved. Have you been shaving long?

"No, this is my first time to be shaved; my daughter and I shaved each other one day after we saw another nudist shaved and liked it. Actually, this is my first nudist adventure." As he reached my shaved area, I picked up one leg, hoping he would thoroughly take advantage, and he did. It felt incredible as he made several passes to be sure the soap was cleared.

I can't believe how bold and comfortable you are. It took me months to even decide to make this trip. I had to know what it felt like to be nude for two weeks. All done!

"Roger, you have done a marvelous job; thank you. I feel so much cleaner and better. I had better get some protection on my skin. By chance, would you like to help me with that?"

I would love to. Do you have a towel and lotion?

"Yes, let me go grab it. Why don't you find us a spot, maybe up front near the bow? I love the rocking motion and ocean breeze up there."

I found one of the outdoor lounge chairs vacant near mid-ship, so I drug it up here. I hope it works.

"Yes, it will work fine. Let me spread my towel; here is the lotion. Do my back first. Roger.... I want every single pore of skin oiled, especially my tender areas! Man.... the waves splashing against the ship and the breeze are relaxing this afternoon."

"Mother, there you are. Captain Dave showed me how to steer the ship!"

"That's great, Jeannie. Roger, this is my daughter." As he turned to greet Jeannie, his nice mustache and manly influence quickly became the focus of her wide-eyed gaze.

I recognize her from the parade. It's nice to meet you finally.

"Uhm, it's nice to meet you.... Mr. Roger... I see you washed off your dress. It was rather crazy last night at the Green Parrot! I never knew you were such a party animal."

"Uhh,...we should talk about last night later! I felt rather grimy when I awoke and needed a rinse, and now Roger is going to replenish my skin with oil."

"Mr. Roger, could you do me also? I'm ready to shower off too."

Uhm, if it's ok with your mother.

"Sure, it is; go shower, scrub your paint off, and join us. Have you seen Bron?

"Yes, he is busy massaging the ladies. I'll be back soon, Mr. Roger."

"Jeannie, bring another towel."

I am envious of your relationship with your daughter; sharing so many things, especially nudity is beautiful.

"She is the reason we are here. She found the brochure about the trip. My husband is the nudist; we are just beginner nudists, something I have come to like very much, especially having my bare body touched, Jeannie too."

Okay, all done back here, you can turn. I stood up and stretched as I turned over, appreciating the gentle, tender care bestowed on my backside. He was very attentive. I sat back and relaxed on the lounge, eased my legs, and folded my arms over my head.

"Okay, I'm ready for the front side; take your time, Roger. Your technique is comforting." I thoroughly enjoyed his touch; there was nothing better than his large hands feeding my breasts oil as I relaxed and watched his performance.

Jane, you have a fantastic body; your skin is perfect.

"I am not perfect, but thanks." Is it okay to oil you here? I picked up my legs higher, giving full access to my expert. "Don't miss a spot, please." There was no better feeling than having my tender ladybug slathered with oil. I reached down and guided his hand right where I needed it.

"Right there, Roger, that's it!" Are you sure that---"I'm sure; it's okay. Yesss s s s s, that's it."

I quivered as my climax raced, pursuing his tender manipulations. "You have such a fantastic touch, Roger; I feel guilty taking advantage of your talents." You should not feel guilty; I'm experiencing the time of my life, as you can tell!

"I can see that; maybe I can return the favor sometime." I eased my legs back and relaxed as he continued his treatment, and I studied his excellent equipment.

"I'm back, Mr. Roger. Is mother finished?"

I think she just finished.

"Jeannie, please help me get off this lounge so you can lie down. I am getting hungry; I will be back in a while. Roger, thank you."

I looked back to see Jeannie spreading her towel on the lounge, trying to be inconspicuous about her wide-eyed gaze on his projecting midsection.

You have great skin like your mother.