The Whole Weekend Nude

Their first night in the secluded cabin had been wonderful. After an afternoon of enjoying the hot tub on the deck, lying in the sun, a light dinner and a slow, sensual massage, a good night’s sleep was welcome.

After she gave her slumbering husband an oral “wake-up call,” he returned the favor in a delicious, warm morning encounter. Hand in hand, they stepped outside, still nude, to the outdoor shower on the deck. It was already warm and they reveled in the sun, the water and each other.

Since the cabin was so secluded they had decided to spend the whole weekend in the nude. So it was kind of strange not to have to get dressed after their shower, but they agreed that they could get used to it, as they lay on the deck and let the warming sun dry their glistening bodies. It was as if they were learning to enjoy each other, and themselves, all over again, in new ways.

“Let’s go down to the lake,” she said, after a long while. The lake was more of a pond, actually, but there was a small swimming dock on the edge, at the end of a path through the woods. They rubbed sunscreen into each others’ skin, grabbed a bag with water and other goodies and slipped into their flip-flops for the short hike.

They spread the towels on the dock, dangled their feet in the cool water and enjoyed the beautiful, totally private setting as dragonflies buzzed and birds sang, and an occasional fish broke the still surface.

After a while they lay back on the soft towels to enjoy the sun and the slight breeze. Sweat began to shimmer lightly on their bodies as it got warmer, but it was still comfortable enough to doze off for a few moments, their fingers lightly entwined as they lay side by side.

She shifted slightly, drawing her right leg up a little and reaching down with her right hand to caress her soft bush as she continued to hold his right hand lightly. Her fingers reached farther down, massaging her labia lightly as her stomach muscles tensed.

As he watched, he found his own left hand reaching downward toward his penis, which had been slumbering across his thigh. The sweat and the lingering coating of sunscreen made the stiffening shaft feel soft and warm to his touch. He massaged his perineum and caressed his balls, drawing the palm of his hand across them and up the underside of his penis. Feeling the first waves of pleasure, he reached quietly with his left hand to the bag beside him for the lube they had brought, squeezing the tube along his penis and balls, gently adding the lube’s cool smoothness to the warm, moist smoothness of his shaft.

They didn’t feel uncomfortable touching themselves when they were together, but this was a little different, a little more exciting, in the sun and open air.

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned as she gripped his hand tighter and worked her right hand harder against her moist, swelling lips. They pulled each other up, facing with their legs spread and entwined. She smiled as she took a deep stroke with two fingers and applied the warm juice to her hardening nipples, massaging it in.

To him, she looked incredibly hot, wearing shades and nothing else, her short summer hairdo highlighted and spiked, her body gleaming in the sun, slowly, sensually moving as she pleasured herself — and enjoyed him enjoying her.

To her, he looked strong, free and relaxed — she was so thankful that he could leave his work and worries behind this weekend — as he stroked himself, long and slow, and watched her, his dark body hair that she loved to run her hands through now glistening from the sun and from his excitement. She was fascinated by the way he toyed with his penis and balls, his palm sometimes circling the head, his middle finger occasionally teasing along his perineum, then farther back — it wasn’t just the primal pumping you expect from a man; he was playful and creative in his self-pleasuring, which made her even more excited.

He supported himself with his right hand behind him as his left hand continued to stroke and explore, his muscles tensing, his legs tingling where they touched hers. The ever-so-slight, teasing touch of their entwined legs as their bodies moved together was an exciting contrast to their normal, “full-body” encounters.

Mingling with the birdsong from the trees along the quiet bank, little cries joined with her moans as she probed harder, deeper and longer. Responding, he began to pump his shaft, now deep red and glistening at the tip. She came first, her back arching, a heavy groan coming from deep within her. Her hand rose to her breast, massaging it gently as she rolled her head backward.

Did she want him to come? He somehow found her eyes and got his answer as she smiled and nodded slightly. He arched his own back and his strokes became longer as he reached his climax, the creamy fluid coating the head of his penis and running over his fingers.

Their legs still entwined as they both relaxed, she moved back a little, bent low over him and gave him a loving lick to sample his come. Smiling and licking her lips, she brought her fingers, still wet with her own love juices, to his lips; he hungrily licked and sucked the delicious, warm nectar from them.

Only then did they stand, stretch in the warm sun and gently embrace. Without a word, they gathered their things and walked hand in hand back up the path to the cabin, savoring a cool shower on the deck. As pleasurable as their encounter by the lake was, they were saving the best for later.