MY HONEYMOON
My name is Thomas Greene, Tom to my friends. I grew up in Kissimmee, Florida. Florida is the playground of the world. Because of Disney World, Universal Studios, and Sea World, you meet people from all over the world coming here on vacation. Florida is also the melting pot for the United States. Just about every one I know has moved here from some where else. I on the other hand am a local.
By way of introduction, I am 26 years old, stand an even six feet and weigh 160 pounds. I also have naturally wavy brown hair with brown eyes to match. If you have ever visited Florida for even a day, you know the humidity is off the chart. It would be easier to breathe if you had gills! I admit, it's not for everyone, but it is where I was born and it is where I call home. Florida, for novices, is a place of beauty, eternal summer, tons of humidity and biting bugs, air-conditioning and 3 or 4 cold showers a day. All you need to remember is the handle marked, "COLD".
My parents are rather well off and could afford to send me for four years to college. I graduated with a major in architecture. So, now with my degree, as an architect, the last four years have seen me going around the state, designing buildings. My work is becoming fairly well known in all the right circles, so occasionally I am asked to design a building in other states. I make great money doing it and I love my work.
It is because of my job that I can afford my 1900 square foot house, which I designed and now live in.
Last year, while I was eating in a nice restaurant here in town, when a group of tourists came in. A Mom and Dad and two daughters. The two young women both looked absolutely beautiful and were here on vacation with their parents. I was about to find out how small the world is. The father worked as a designer and subscribed to a lot of related magazines. I have been spot-lighted in several of them. One magazine in particular had a camera crew come in and took pictures of my home, inside and out and described me as one of the greatest new architects in the United States. It showed several pictures of me, in my home.
Well, Del Jorgensen instantly recognized me from my photos as I sat across the restaurant from him. I noticed he kept looking over at me and whispering something to his wife. When I was eating my dessert, he finally stood up and came over to introduce himself, told me he loved my work, and wanted me to meet his family. I said I didn't want to impose on his families vacation, but he was so friendly and insistent, I rose from my table and went to meet them.
They were friendly as well and Del introduced me to his family. I found out that his daughters, were two years apart. Diana, the oldest at 24 was a graduate of Notre Dame University in Indiana, and her younger sister at 22 had also just graduated from there. Diane had graduated with an Art Degree as did her younger sister, Eve. As the South Bend college also has degrees for architecture, it seemed like we had many things in common.
Because I have always been overly friendly, and because I wasn't working on a project with a looming deadline, I found myself telling them that if all of their vacation days weren't planned in advance, I would like to have them over to my home for a barbeque. I know how expensive vacations in Florida can be and figured I could save them at least the price of one meal. I noticed that while the whole family was friendly and polite, Eve couldn't take her eyes off me, as if I was dessert.
I thought she was a knock-out. She stood about 5'7'' with blonde hair and blue eyes and rather on the busty side. She more than encouraged her father to accept my offer and he agreed. I grabbed my pocket notebook, found a blank page, and with my pen wrote my name, address and phone number. I even gave them my cell number in case I was out. Eve couldn't quit smiling at me.
This was on a Saturday and they were here for two weeks. They spent 3 days at Disney World, a day at Universal and a day at Sea World. Friday, I received a call from Del asking if tonight would be a good night to come over? I said sure, gave them directions from the Motel they were staying at, and said to arrive around 7. They were punctual. I was in shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. Del was wearing much the same, while his wife and daughters were wearing spaghetti strap sun-dresses. It didn't take them long to realize that in Florida, you wear as little as possible and still be modest enough that the cops don't cart you off to jail. We went out to the patio and took our shoes off.
I am not that great of a cook but I do a mean barbeque if I do say so myself. I had done some grocery shopping earlier in the day. I had a hunch the Jorgensen's would be calling me this week-end. When I got the phone call, I bought some stuff to make a salad, I purchased 5 Porterhouse steaks, and some ice cream for dessert.
When they arrived, they all had to take a tour. Especially Del. He was fascinated to see what he had seen in the magazine come to life. Much to my delight, he was very impressed. So were his wife and daughters. They seemed to be overly impressed that I had designed the building I now live in, and the furnishings. After we finished the grand tour, we went out onto the patio and I encouraged everyone to take off their sandals and be barefoot. When I designed my patio, I had put in two overhead fans to keep you cool outside, along with a screen on 3 sides to keep out the bugs. It was picture perfect along with color and texture. It looked like a living room, only outside. Everyone was impressed and I was proud.
As we talked and ate, I couldn't help but notice how Eve was hanging on my every word. She kept smiling at me, and I smiled back. I liked the way she looked every bit as much as she liked looking at me. I grew up an only child. I had never seen a woman unclothed before, even in 4 years of college. Oh, of course, others in college did, but I concentrated on my career. So to have a large breasted girl make eyes at me, let me just say I didn't really know how to react. I just knew I enjoyed it.
Del and his family really enjoyed my hospitality and I got along great with all of them, including the two daughters. Diane, the older of the two, was a brunette, about 5 1/2 feet tall and busty like Eve. Ditto for the mom. Del must have been in heaven being surrounded by gorgeous women 24/7. Being an only child, I could only dream. But I truly enjoyed their company even though only just meeting them. Diane was checking me out as well, but not as blatantly as her younger sister.
Before they left for the evening, Del's wife, Brenda, gave me the biggest shock for the evening. She asked if I wanted to come with them tomorrow to go to Daytona Beach. She said I could easily fit in their SUV. Both Eve and Diane begged me to say yes, and Del thought it was a great idea. After all, he seemed to thoroughly enjoy my hospitality and more than wanted to show he could be a good host as well. I agreed and packed a small bag with a towel, dry underwear, deodorant, cologne etc. The essentials.
They picked me up the next morning at 6, and we were in Daytona by 9. We stopped for a leisurely breakfast. I bought. Del thought I was the greatest guy in the world and I was racking up brownie points' like mad! Like the Jorgensen's I was wearing my swimsuit under my clothes. Doesn't everybody? I told Del to drive his SUV right onto the sand of the beach. He thought I was crazy for even suggesting such a thing, but he did as I asked. Once on the beach, he found out how hard packed the sand was and there were even regular north, south driving lanes. He thought that was the greatest thing since the invention of a hot fudge sundae!
It was August and tourist season was in full swing. Del had to drive for a ways before he found an empty place to park, even though it was still early in the day. Locals and tourists were flocking to the beach for some sun and fun. Del unloaded the SUV with my help and we set up an umbrella and blanket on a good spot within yards of the water. All five of us headed for the water.
August in Florida. The water temp was actually warm, but wet, and made for a nice day. I had informed the Jorgensen's that in Florida, you can get sun-burned 12 months out of the year. It was a little different here than in Indiana I told them and they listened. We took turns in the water and using lots of suntan lotion and sitting under the umbrella. Diane and Eve even had me rub sun block on their backs. Nice! After breakfast that morning, we stopped and filled Del's cooler with ice and drinks. The five of us went through them in short order.
Brenda, Diane and Eve all chose to wear two-piece bikinis. All 3 of them were good looking, in good shape and busty. I had to watch where my eyes landed so as not to disturb anyone, especially my host, Del. The girls smiled if they saw me looking and weren't disturbed a bit. When we were up to our necks in water, they took turns accidentally' brushing their boobs against me. If they were waiting for a reaction, they didn't get one. I pretended not to notice, which only encouraged them to do it more. It was all I could do not to reach under the water and grab a boob...or two. I was grateful my trunks were under the water as I was now standing at attention.
The girls were also not used to the power of the waves. Every now and again, if they were facing out to sea, a wave would hit them hard it tried to pull their bikini tops lower than they were supposed to be. A couple of times I actually saw the areola of both of their breasts. I wasn't complaining. Not one little bit. The strange thing was, Eve wasn't very embarrassed that I had seen as much of her as I had, even if it was a accident of the sea. That surprised me. I just figured all girls were raised to be overly modest and wear as much clothing as possible so the boys couldn't see a thing...at least in the Mid-West...like Indiana. Here in Florida, with the heat and humidity a constant, you were nuts to want to wear many clothes. Here, halter tops and spaghetti straps were the norm, along with a goodly amount of tube tops.
The day came to an end all to quickly, and I offered to buy them all dinner. Del was grateful for the offer, but the sun and surf had did them all in. They just wanted to drop me off, and head for their Motel and turn in early. Okay with me. I would have enjoyed their company but I have been alone for so long now, I was used to it. When I got home, they gave me their address and phone number to stay in touch, but Eve gave me her e-mail address. I knew then that this was not just another case of thanks for a good time, we'll keep in touch....and then you never hear from them again.
Sure enough, within two days of their returning home, I received an e-mail from her, again telling me how much she appreciated my hospitality and how fun I was to be with. She closed with how she hoped we could continue to e-mail back and forth. I saw no reason why we couldn't so I e-mailed her back. That was the start of our love affair.
For the next six months Eve and I e-mailed each other. First weekly, then every 4 days and it got to every other day or every day. It depended on my work schedule and hers. Our conversations went from general stuff, like her job, or the states and cities my job had taken me too. We talked about where to eat, what to eat, our likes and dislikes. Then the conversations turned to more personal items like what kind of underwear I wore, briefs, what she wore, her bra size, 40C, and what turned us on the most.
As our conversations changed, so did our interest in one another. I was falling in love with her, and she with me. I asked if she could fly down to see me the end of February and she agreed. She paid for the plane ticket and I put her up in one of the finest Hotels near where I lived, a 5 star Hotel that had discounts for locals. I wanted to show her a good time and wanted her to have nothing but the best. She appreciated it very much. Living with her folks, they would never have been able to afford a 5 star Hotel.
She was going to stay for 6 days and fly back home on a Sunday. When her plane landed, she took the free shuttle to her Hotel and called me. When she got squared away, I picked her up and was going to take her out to dinner. As soon as I knocked on her Hotel door, she opened it and kissed me like she hadn't seen me in years! Of course, I was happy to see her and kissed and hugged her right back. The six days went by all too quickly.
On Friday, I asked her to marry me, and to my everlasting surprise, she said yes. On Saturday, we went and picked out rings. I let her pick the ring of her choice and hang the cost. She picked out one we both liked and happily put it on. Sunday came and it killed me to see her leave. She cried when she left, happy we were engaged but sad we had to part. However, the ride home was full of pleasant memories and anxiousness. She couldn't wait to see her family, and tell them the news. AND to show off her new ring.
We e-mailed back and forth and planed for a June wedding. Until then, I had treated her like the lady she was. I kept my hands to myself, keeping my emotions intact, knowing we had a whole lifetime together to make memories...and explore each others waiting and eager bodies.
June came and it was my turn to fly to South Bend, Indiana. My beloved Eve was waiting at the airport for me. I was glad the flight was over and now appreciated what Eve went through to see me. I had to drive to Orlando, fly part way, endure a layover, then take a smaller plane the rest of the way as South Bend has a regional airport, not an international one like Orlando does. It was a long trip to say the least, but well worth it. Eve desperately wanted to marry in her home town in front of family and friends, before saying good bye and living with me in Kissimmee.
In our e-mails, she had asked about where to go on a honeymoon. I was evasive, and just said I would take care of it. I had also revealed to her in advance that with the excessive Florida heat, I had learned many years ago to sleep nude. Also whenever I was home alone, I was nude. That piqued her interest a lot. She e-mailed me back that she could get used to doing the same once we were married. She had even begun to sleep nude at her home so as to get used to it. Then, with my next e-mail, I boldly asked her how she felt about being topless or nude with me, around others as long as they looked, but not touched. She surprised me by replying it sounded exciting. It was armed with that information, that I planned our vacation.
I had finished a design I was working on and when the building went up, I got paid handsomely. I took most of the profit I made off the deal and put it away for our honeymoon. I wanted it to the most fabulous vacation, either of us had ever taken. I wanted to surprise her by going to two places, actually instead of just one. The first week we would spend 5 days in Bora Bora.
The second week we would lose two days by flying back to France, where I booked a room for 3 days at Cap d' Agde, the Naked City' according to the Internet. In the summer, the city swells to 40,000 so I booked about 3 months in advance. I didn't feel that for me, it wouldn't be much different from running around my house nude or sleeping nude. However 2 things kind of bothered me. One, I didn't know how Eve would feel about it. Two, with us being newlyweds, I didn't know in advance how either of us would deal with the jealousy factor.
I knew that most guys get very protective of their wives. They adopt the attitude that she's mine, my property, and you can't touch and you will never even look! But I knew that while a little jealousy can be healthy, you could be jealous to the point of treating your wife like property', and that could kill a marriage. I have seen it happen. The guy starts accusing his wife of all kinds of things she never did. I also knew that jealousy came from insecurity and low self-esteem. In a healthy relationship, you know the other person loves you and is going to stay with you forever. When your relationship is strong, there is no room for mind-crippling, marriage destroying jealousy. I vowed never to treat Eve that way. I knew that it would be up to me to take the lead from day one. True, not all marriages survive more than two years, but I was willing to do whatever it took to stay together, no matter what. I was no dummy, either. With Eve's ample assets, more guys would be looking at her, than girls looking at me. And I was okay with that.
The wedding was beautiful. My good friend Daniel Osgood flew in to be my best man. I paid for the airplane ticket so he wasn't out anything. He only paid for two nights in a local motel. Little did I know he would hit it off big time with Eve's sister Diane. A year and a half later, we would be making the trip back to Fighting Irish territory to attend their wedding.
Eve had spread the word that I had a house that was totally furnished and if our guests wanted to give us wedding presents, cash would be preferred, no matter how much or how little. We received $5000.00 in cash from her friends and relatives and that really helped us to have a successful honeymoon. We also received a new 35mm digital camera. Del and Brenda wanted us to take pictures, wherever we went on honeymoon. I hadn't revealed the location to Eve, so she couldn't tell her parents. After the reception was over, we thanked everyone and we went to Del's house and picked up Eve's 2 bags.
I had told her to pack light, and what we needed we would buy. Del and Brenda drove us to Chicago O'Hare and we boarded our plane. That was the first time that Eve or her folks knew we were headed to Bora Bora. All 3 of them were very excited at our intended destination and Eve couldn't stop kissing me. We had to forgo the normal honeymoon night' as we spent all our time flying. I found out that Eve wanted to start the marital rights sooner than that. At least, playing around on the plane, as much as the other passengers all around us would allow.
When the flight attendant offered us pillow and blankets for our overnight flight, we readily accepted. The pillow and blanket were obviously made for dolls, for no bigger than they were. Before we settled in for the night on the plane, Eve excused herself and went to the bathroom. She came back a while later, with something bulging in her pocket. I asked what it was. She whispered in my ear, "My Bra! You are my husband now! I wont need it!" We settled in under the blanket. Eve cuddled up against me and undid most of the buttons on her blouse. She took my hand and put it directly on her bare breast and let me play with her tits all I wanted.
She very carefully unzipped my zipper so no one could hear the sound. She found that my underwear were briefs, so she just put her hand over the tops of my briefs and started playing with her new toy'. She liked the way it got bigger and harder from her touch. I never objected. I couldn't, it felt way to good! Married life was starting out great! She let me know that she was as horny as I was, and that I had better start exercising my rights as ... soon. If I didn't, she would start taking matters into her own hands. Wait a minute, she already had me in her hand. Who liked it better, her or me? I didn't want to spoil the moment by asking. I just know that by playing with the bare nipples on her ample breasts; it was turning her on, and she must have been dreaming about being played with for a long time. What a way to start married life!
After about 30 fun-filled minutes, I zipped back up, and Eve buttoned up her blouse and we fell asleep. The stress of getting married in front of all those strangers, and then the reception, had taken their toll. Neither of us could keep our eyes open any longer. We flew to Los Angeles and had a two hour layover. We ate some uneventful Airplane Terminal food, and talked, just the two of us.
"I can't believe you chose Bora Bora for our honeymoon! That is so romantic. Indiana is land locked and we had a ball coming to Florida for the first time. I can't wait till we arrive! I didn't know where we were going so I packed light, just like you said. I bought some lacy see-through bras I think you'll like, and I bought some new thongs. I can't wait for you to see me in them," she said with obvious enthusiasm. Gone was the girl I knew in Florida with a little bit of teasing was as far as she would go. Now that we were properly married, she couldn't wait to have me see her naked and begin playing with her like husbands do.
"There is a little something I have to tell you, Eve."
"What is it?"
"I did some research on the Internet. Most of the tourists staying in Bora Bora go topless. Some even go nude. Would you be okay with that, or did I make a huge mistake?"
"Well, I have never tried it before this. But then, I have never been married before, either. After you e-mailed me and told me you ran around the house nude, and slept in the nude, I started doing the same thing, in my bedroom at least. I guess if you're with me, I will be okay. But if I'm not, will you be mad if I just wear a tiny bikini?"
"No, not at all. If you don't want to, just say so. But it will kind of spoil the surprise for our second week of our honeymoon."
"It will? Where did you plan on us going?"
"France."
"France? Oh Tom, France sounds wonderful!"
"Not all of France, just a few cities actually. "The first is called Cap d' Agde."
"Never heard of it. What makes it so special, as opposed to say, Paris?"
"The French call it the "Naked City". The entire town is naked. You shop, bank, eat, buy groceries, go to the beach, all in the nude. The government, mayor and police are all nude as well. Thought it might be interesting."
"How am I supposed to take pictures for my parents there?" Eve asked
"You probably can't, but I figured we could spend 3 days there and 3 in Paris, before flying back home. I have it all arranged, plane tickets, hotels, everything. If you choose not to want to, I can cancel all of our reservations and we can just go to Paris, if that's what you want."
"No, that's okay. If you don't mind the guys looking at me, I guess I won't say too much if all the girls are watching you. Besides, if the entire town is naked as a jaybird, then they probably won't be looking at either of us. I'm in!"
I smiled and kissed her right in front of everybody.
"Thanks, Eve."
"We'll just have to see how many bathing suits that I brought...that I will actually get to wear. Seeing you walk around naked will be exciting for me, anyway. I want to see your dick, totally naked, outside, on the beach!"
Finally, our rather small plane landed at our destination. We grabbed our luggage and took the island taxi to our room. Our room. How do I describe it? Following the raised deck, was a collection of thatched huts which were on stilts out on the ocean above the crystal blue water. You could see straight down into the water and see the bottom. Each hut was a large rounded room. No air-conditioning. Each hut had large windows to let the cool ocean breezes in with a large ceiling fan, but curtains to keep passers by from looking in as they made their way to their own hut...if you wanted privacy that is. We soon learned that privacy was the last thing anyone wanted. The longer we stayed there, we concluded that newlyweds want to see, and be seen. Above the beds were large Mombassa nets to keep out the bugs.
A short walk away was a sugar white beach that you either had to yourself, depending on how many huts were rented, or a few couples on honeymoons like ourselves.
As soon as we entered the hut, I began stripping off all my clothes. Eve followed my every move. She was out of her clothes in no time. She put her hands behind her neck which only served to raise her huge tits in my direction, begging me to look at them. I totally approved! She also kept her pubic hair trimmed. Another plus. We were hungry, but certain needs had to be satisfied first. Eve was game for anything, by now. She figured she had been a good girl' long enough, and now wanted to be a wife with all the privileges thereof.
She sat on the edge of the bed and waited for me to join her. I hurried over to her side of the bed. She spread her legs for me to see all of her. With her trimmed pussy, I pretty much saw it all and watching her do her striptease had given me an instant erection. Twenty-seven years old and this was my first time with a woman! I was like a kid in a candy store. Eve's first time as well, but we were eager and ready to explore, and experiment and leave our virginity far, far behind us.
Eve was a woman of many surprises. When I stood in front of her, taking in the intoxicating site, she reached over and grabbed my dick and put it in her mouth and began sucking on it? Where did she learn that from I wondered? The Internet? I began playing with her huge bosoms in earnest. Having never had this done before, I pulled away when I felt I was nearing an orgasm. I had my wife lie back on the bed and spread her legs. My first site of her naked womanhood. What a site! I was drunk with passion.
I lay between her legs and began kissing the inside of her legs starting at her knees. I kissed up one leg, then started at her other knee and started back up. The closer I got to her pussy, the more excited she got. By the time I reached her pussy, she was lifting her hips up off the bed to meet my wandering tongue and lips. I carefully spread her pussy lips apart and began licking inside. What I lacked in inexperience as a novice, I made up for in enthusiasm. Her pussy began contracting all on it's own. She moaned out loud, rather loudly, and swore she would love me to the end of time.
No longer being able to keep my own needs in check, I mounted her and slid my 7 inches into easily. She was more than wet which made my entrance all the more easy. With each thrust inside my wife, she was raising up her hips to meet me, which only served to help me enter her more deeply. Within minutes, I blasted the inside of her love hole with hot liquid. She obviously could feel it because she starting French kissing me like mad. When we expended ourselves, we both lay on our backs and promptly fell asleep. We had now had our 'honeymoon night'.
We both awoke about 2 in the morning. Crossing many time zones had messed up our biological clocks. We listened to the soothing sounds of the ocean underneath our hut, and the faint cry of seagulls riding the oceans currents. We woke up enough to realize where we were. Neither of us had slept with a member of the opposite sex before. But hey, we were married. I began sucking on Eve's hard nipples. I squeezed and played with each breast to my hearts content. She immediately reached down and began playing with the erection she found. We made love again. This time, I asked her to get on top of me. Willingly, she straddled me and then lowered herself down onto my eager cock. Once she was all the way in, she began rocking back and forth and rubbing herself with my male member. I could feel her pussy contracting around me. I waited for the last waves of her orgasm to subside before I had her lay on her back and eagerly entered her again.
She was as willing a participant as a man could ever hope for. What ever I wanted to try or whatever position, she was game. After our early morning love session, we once again fell asleep.
The time zone differences wrecked havoc with us. We didn't awake until almost noon. We found a place to take care of natures morning calls, then returned to our hut. When we arrived, the hut had a huge bowl with all kinds of fresh fruit in it. We ate to our hearts content and somehow in this air, our taste buds came alive! We greedily ate all the fruit.
"What do you want to do now, my husband?"
"I thought we should check out the beach. I have no idea how many people are out and about or how many may be on the beach? Want to try it out?"
"Sure, what should I wear? Don't know if I am ready for outside nudity yet. But I will do whatever you say. You are my husband now. Whatever you decide."
"Why don't you wear one of your new bikinis? I will wear some trunks I bought. We'll check it out and decide what to do from there."
We busied ourselves finding our swimsuits I was kind of sad to watch her clothe that perfect body. It could have been in a museum. First day of our honeymoon. Take it slow and work into it. We headed out the door of the hut, and walked onto the beach wearing our swimsuits and flip-flops, our towels and sun block. Before too long, we had encountered 6 other couples either walking the beach or lying on a blanket. Four of the couples were totally naked, and 2 of the couples, the girl was topless. I guessed them to be Europeans as none of them cared the least about seeing Eve and I seeing them naked.
After seeing other couples in various stages of undress, I looked over at Eve to see what she thought about all this. I see her undoing her bikini top and lay it on the beach. I took off my trunks and she did the same with the bottom of her suit. We laid our swim clothes on the sand and went out into the surf. As soon as the Pacific water touched our genitals, Eve's nipples got even harder and I got an erection. We played with each other under the waves, and before we got sunburned we exited the water and lay on the beach on our towels and put our suits back on.
Up until then, neither Eve nor I had seen anyone else totally nude. It was erotic to say the least. I expected Eve to be shocked, or embarrassed. At the very least, I thought she would avert her eyes. Oh no, not my Eve.
"Look Tom. That black man over there has a really big dick. And what do you think about her boobs? They're almost as big as mine!"
Within the space of a half-hour, she had seen 4 other dicks besides mine and she thought she was in dick heaven. Two couples, obviously newlyweds like us, just smiled at us and said hello. One couple, again totally naked, even asked us to put our towels down close to them, so we did; about 4 feet away so we could talk.
"Hi neighbors!" they said. I see you rented Hut number 5. We are in 3. I am Sean and this is my new wife Michelle. We live in Paris. Thought this would be the perfect honeymoon."
"Pleased to me you both," replied Eve. "My name is Eve and this is Tom. We are Americans and this nudity thing, well, it's all new to us."
"Not for us," replied Michelle. "We have heard that Americans are uptight about not wearing clothes. Best thing to do is just plunge right in. Please, take off your suits and you will find nakedness highly addictive," smiled Michelle.
Eve did not have to be asked twice. She immediately took off her top, followed shortly thereafter by her bottoms. I followed suit. Both Sean and Michelle smiled at us.
"There now, doesn't that feel better?" asked Sean.
"YES!" replied both Eve and I.
"No tan lines either. I like the sun warming me up all over. I hope I don't offend, but Michelle, you have beautiful breasts," remarked Eve.
Was this my shy, sweet, raised in the mid-west, Eve?
"Thank you," replied Eve. "I think yours are great too."
"I see my husband can't take his eyes off you. Do you like Sean's dick? He has been hard ever since we got here. See for yourself," and she put her fingers under his dick and raised it up for both of us to see. He was uncircumcised. "He looks different from Tom, no?" she said in her French accent.
"Until now, I have never seen a penis uncircumcised before," said Eve.
"It is a difference in our cultures," replied Sean. "But from the look on Michelle's face, she likes the look of Tom, as well."
"I do!" replied an enthusiastic Michelle. "But they all look alike when you do this," and she pulled the foreskin down over the head of his erection and showed us the head of it. See, Eve. Now he looks like Tom. Come closer and see for yourself." The head of his penis was now hidden again when she removed her hand.
We moved our towels much closer to our new friends. Again, Michelle invited Eve to touch her husbands dick. So she did. She sat next to him and kept pulling the skin of his cock down and watched it go back up. Then she would pull it down again. He smiled from ear to ear and began playing with the nipples of my wife. It was obvious that he liked anyone playing with his dick, and Eve enjoyed it too. Michelle came and sat next to me and began playing with me and put one of her nipples in my mouth. We both got really, really turned on.
Sean put his hand between Eve's legs and began fingering her clit. Eve was loving it. I took my hand and did the same for Michelle. She loved it even more.
"I want to show you my clit," Michelle said as she lay back and spread her legs wide, then her pussy lips. I looked with fascination. Eve saw what we were doing and did the same thing for Sean's satisfaction. By now, all four of us were as horny as hell. Michelle went over and laid down next to her husband. Eve lay down next to me.
Two seconds later, with the two girls now laying side-by-side, Sean began screwing his wife, and I began having sex with mine. Sean would reach over and feel Eve's breast while pumping up and down inside Michelle. Following his lead, and knowing no one would object, I played with Michelle's firm tits. Under 5 minutes later, we lay there in the sun, exhausted and satisfied. The four of us went back into the sea to wash off and cool off. Then we returned to our towels.
The girls decided we had better re-apply sun block. The rays of the sun burned faster than you might guess.
"Eve, do you want to put lotion on Sean? I will do the same for Tom. If you're not offended, that is. After all, we are all newlyweds here."
"Not at all," replied Eve. "Might be fun."
Sean and I lay on our stomachs and the girls applied the lotion. Then we flipped over onto our backs. The girls hands were soft and smooth. Michelle didn't miss an inch. She put the lotion on her hands and made sure my entire dick, including the head, were covered and blocked from the burning rays of the sun.
Eve did the same for Sean. She rubbed the lotion all over his body, and I do mean all over. She was fascinated by his uncircumcised penis.
"Is he always hard?" Eve asked Michelle.
"Since we arrived here, he has been."
Before either of us guys exploded again, the girls lay on the blankets and we applied the lotion to them, I with Michelle and Sean with Eve. Who knew she would be such a horn dog? But this was all new to us. Eve's was the first pair of tits I had ever seen or played with. Now, here I was rubbing lotion on Michelle's tits and we had only just met. I looked down at the two women laying together and they were both smiling as we rubbed their boobs and stomachs. I went down to Michelle's ankles and worked my way slowly up both legs. The closer I got to her pussy, the hornier she got.
Instead of being upset, Eve was lying there with the biggest grin on her face, and spreading her legs wide. I realized then, it was as erotic for us as it must be for them. I circled Michelle's pussy several times. As her legs were far apart by now, as were Eve's, she was glistening wet with her love juices. I began fingering her clit. She moaned. Sean watched me and followed my every move. The two married women were now playing with their own nipples, keeping them hard. When Michelle was good and horny, I put two of my fingers inside her and starting pumping up and down. Eve received the exact same treatment from Sean. Minutes later, they were both climaxing around our fingers. Eve said she needed a good fucking so Sean and I traded places and I plunged into Eve and Sean into Michelle. Neither one of us could hold back and we both shot our hot loads into our wives. All lay back down on the towels satisfied.
By now it was late afternoon. We realized it was time for some food. We rinsed off in the ocean and bid our new friends good-bye for now. After all, they were staying in a hut just a little ways from us. We decided to carry our belongings in our hand and walk nude back to our hut. The huts had a kitchenette in them so Eve volunteered to fix dinner. We passed a young black couple lying on the beach, again nude. His wife was lazily playing with his erect, and enormous penis and he was playing with her tits which looked to me to be about 36D. They were round and firm. Both of them were very dark black. It surprised me to see her nipples and the part that goes around them were darker still. The head of his penis was a lighter shade of black, but dark just the same.
We continued on our way to satisfy the rumblings in our stomach.
"Did you see his penis?" Eve asked me once we got away from them.
"Yes, most unusual, although I was concentrating more on her breasts. I haven't seen black breasts before. I guess breasts and dicks come in all shapes and sizes," I added.
"And colors," added Eve. Were her tits pretty enough to play with?" Eve asked.
"Yes, they were big and firm. They stuck straight out."
"I wouldn't mind playing with his cock. It was huge, and I haven't seen a penis that color before. Maybe before we leave for France, we can invite them over to our hut?"
"Sure, why not, I replied. "I totally love your breasts and will never tire of playing with them, but variety is nice too."
"I was thinking the same thing, about cocks I mean," she said. Her Mid-west innocence was gone....totally gone. Never to be seen again.
When we arrived back at our hut, we found that the large bowl of fresh fruit had been replenished and our bed had fresh linens on them. Sex can be kind of messy. This place was magical. It was a place where you could totally unwind. It had no radio, except for one with weather alerts, no television or computer. It had a nice collection of books designed with every genre' for every taste. Newlyweds were supposed to make up their own games I guess. It was a time for fun, conversation, playing and getting to know your spouse. It was a time for quiet reflexion, and to explore your sexual needs. During the second day of our honeymoon, we found out that the black couple were in Hut 1. We knocked on what could be reasonably called the door. To our surprise, they recognized us and warmly invited us in.
They invited us to sit down and gave us something to drink. Which turned out to be some island drink with fresh fruit juices and it was delicious. The guy stuck out his hand and shook hands with me and Eve. His wife did the same. This still felt kind of weird. How could you be so casual and friendly, while totally nude?
"My name is Asagwara, my wife is named Eghomwane. We are from Nigeria. I am in banking or I could never afford to come here on our honeymoon. Isn't it beautiful?" he asked. "In our country, some of the tribes still have the women go topless, but never nude. This is new to us and we like it very much," he said in his broken English accent.
"We are Americans and being naked is new for us as well," I answered.
"We like your breasts very much," the woman added. "We commented on them when you walked past yesterday."
"Thank you," replied Eve. "We like yours as well."
"Before we came here, we had never seen white people before, naked, that is. Would you mind if I looked at Tom's penis more closely? You are more than welcome to look at my husband."
"SURE!" Eve said in an instant. She went over and sat on her knees next to our Nigerian neighbors. She looked at the color of his penis carefully, and then took it into her hand and felt it all over. For some reason, I don't know why, she wanted to see if he tasted any different from me. Without further ado, she got him hard and put it into her mouth. He smiled broadly. A new first in being a peace ambassador from our country to theirs. He was liking Americans more and more. He was also fascinated with her white breasts, and how large they were, and Eve let him play with her as long as he wanted to.
His wife knelt beside me. She looked into our eyes, and said, "This is how Nigerian women treat their men." She started playing with me and getting me hard. She put my cock in her mouth and started sucking on it in earnest.
Eve was sucking off our neighbor for all she was worth. Minutes later, she felt the first drops of his hot liquid hit the back of her throat. She took her mouth away and continued pumping him up and down until the last drops of his cum had been squeezed from the end of his dick.
Eghomwane had a very experienced mouth and tongue. I was putty in her hands...I mean, her mouth. When she felt me start to cum, she gripped my penis even tighter in her mouth until I couldn't cum any more. I played with her firm 36D nipples and she smiled. "Better now, Tom?" she asked. "Oh yeah," was my reply. "Remind me to visit Nigeria one day."
"You are most welcome in our home, anytime. Now, I want my husband to take care of me. Perhaps Eve wants you inside her as well."
"Oh yes, definitely," Eve replied.
"Then come, lay down beside me while the men recover. I want to feel your breasts and I want you to feel mine. I find white breasts as fascinating as my new husband. Then our husbands can have their way with us!" said our female host. While us guys watched, the women's hands were all over each others tits, and wet pussies too. This impromptu show made us erect again in no time!
I entered Eve and her husband entered her. Once again, as I was fucking my wife, I could reach over and play with our new friends very black breasts. How much fun can one man have? He was playing with Eve's tits while pumping his own wife, and within ten minutes, us guys came again. The women had already came about 3 times each. It seems a strange man playing with your tits while being screwed by your husband only made them more horny and their multiple orgasms came easily to both.
Eve's enthusiasm for her new sexual life surprised me. I didn't realize the extent of her pent up frustrations. She had proudly held on to her virginity and innocence for 23 years. She wanted to leave it behind her as soon as possible way, way behind her. If either of us were in any doubt as to whether we could be bold enough to be nude in front of others in France, those doubts had been laid to rest once and for all. Within the space of a few short days, Eve had seen four other dicks besides mine, played with a white cock and a black one, and had two other guys besides me suck and play on her very sensitive nipples and breasts. I wondered how far she would go once we hit the naked city.' Time would tell.
Our five days went by all too quickly. When the island taxi's drop you off at your hut, they have a list of guests and how long they will be staying. They also have the airplane schedules memorized by heart, both departures and arrivals. When they drop you off, they tell you quite clearly, when they will arrive to take you back to the airport. There are no phones in the hut, so they trust you will remember when you will be leaving and trust you to be waiting for them. They are, I will admit, punctual, and have you back in plenty of time to board your plane and leave.
Two days later, and tired of airplanes we came up upon the outline of France in the window of the plane. Upon landing, all you had to do is tell the taxi driver you would going to the naked city', if you couldn't pronounce it. They knew exactly where to go, and took you there with little small talk and no judgments. Yes, Europe was much different than the States, and nudity for most, was a way of life, much like the expected glass of wine with a meal. Even children in France drank wine from an early age.
It should be noted however, two things. For hundreds of years, the water in Europe was unsafe to drink, wine was safe to drink. Two, children are given a watered down version of wine. Although now, in the 21st Century, most French children and teen-agers drink mineral water, and sodas like Western kids do.
The city is right on the Mediterranean and the beaches were beautiful and the water warm. How unique to be able to walk around an entire city full of naked people and no one complaining or calling 9-1-1 to report they had been offended. Early the next morning, we boldly left our suite as naked as the day we were born. We found a bakery and treated ourselves to some freshly baked bread along with some varieties of cheese. Just tell them about how much you want and they cut if and wrap it for you. Next door was a coffee shop. Armed with freshly brewed coffee and bread and a few slices of cheese, we were good to go. Eve carried a little shoulder bag for money, sun block and anything thing else she might need. Both of us had our ever present towels.
In each room or apt. or home that was for rent, was the same sign in plastic obviously printed out by the hundreds by the Chamber of Commerce. It was a list of do's and don'ts for tourists. The first thing it said was to always keep a clean towel with you for sitting on. Made sense to me. Pictures were only to be taken if permission was granted first...however, you could have others take all they pictures you wanted...of you and your spouse. Again, good to know. There was something I found very unusual about the city. Every so often, there were open showers that looked like they were cleaned several times a day with pressure hoses. If you were hot and sweaty, you just went into one of these public showers, with no doors for privacy at all, and shower off. It was great. I loved Europeans. Naked people were the norm, not the exception.
I have to admit, a week ago I was a sheltered virgin, and not very savvy in the ways of the world. I was losing my novice status very quickly. Strangely enough, with that first week in Bora Bora, with only six couples out and about, we kind of slid into the nudity thing slowly. Much to our surprise, neither of us had gotten jealous. Especially, with playing sexually with other couples, although we hadn't had a full swap with either couple. For now, what we were doing was as far as we wanted to go.
Having made our way to the beach, we put up an umbrella and laid down our towels and cooler with cold drinks. Of course, here in France, the cold drinks included the proverbial bottle of wine. I had never seen so many pairs of tits in my LIFE! They came in all shaped, colors and sizes. Teen-agers just developing breasts to women with huge breasts that no bra could possibly control.
For Eve, she was admiring penises of every color, size, length and circumcised or not. She was not looking away either. She was totally fascinated with men's dicks and enjoyed herself all day looking at them. She was totally turned on, and from time to time she would reach over and give my dick a squeeze, or run her finger over her wet clit. The tourists were much more open to sex than anyone I know. Couples were constantly playing with each other wherever we looked.
We went out into the water to cool off, especially, down there.' Who knew you could get so hot down there when you were turned on, all the time? Eve wrapped her legs around me under water, put her arms around my neck, and started kissing me passionately. I rose' to the occasion and tried to enter her willing pussy. It sounded like a good idea, but in reality, not so much. A man sticks straight out while a woman's vagina puts down towards the floor. Plus the waves trying to knock you over. So while it was fun trying, playing is about as far as we got.
We left the water and headed back to our little spot on the sand. With Eve's tight little body and her out-of-proportion 40C tits, heads all turned as we walked. The men, and to my surprise more than a few women, smiled as we walked by. Yep, Eve was a looker and she was all mine!
Before long, a young couple came up to us under our umbrella and introduced themselves.
"Bon jour mon ami. You are Americans, no?"
"Yes, we are," I said shaking his hand and his wife's too.
"My name is Thomas Greene and this is my new bride, Eve. Our first time here."
"Welcome to our France. My name is Jean-Pierre Babineaux. My wife is Marie-Elise. We live in Lyon, but come here every summer for the openness. We love it here, don't we, honey?"
"Yes, very much. I like looking at naked men, don't you Eve?"
"Yes! Very much!" she answered.
"My boobs are not so big, only 34C, so my husband enjoys looking at the boobs. How about you, Thomas?"
"Please, just call me Tom. Yes. I like looking as well. They come in all shapes and sizes. Plus, some women trim their pubic hair, some let it grow wild, others shave it bald. There is something for everyone here."
"Yes, unlike American women, who shave all their hair off, French women like the natural look. But as you can tell from looking at me, I am becoming more Westernized. I shave my arms, my legs, and my pussy. Jean-Pierre says his tongue likes shaved pussies, don't you dear?"
"Yes, I do, but you don't want to upset our American friends with too much information. Americans are much more reserved about such talk, are they not, Tom?"
"Yes, you are very right about that. We are raised to always cover up and not show our bodies to anyone. Eve and I started changing our minds about that a week ago. We like being nude outside very much. I was wondering, would you mind if you used our camera to take some pictures of us, naked I mean? We would love to put those pictures into our special scrapbook of our honeymoon."
"SO, you are on your honeymoon, are you?" remarked Marie-Elise. "We would love to take your pictures. Any kind you like. You can even take some of us, your new French friends. Would that be okay?"
"Yes, that would be great!" Eve said without hesitation.
Up until that moment, Marie-Elise had been sitting cross-legged in front of me. Sitting like that caused her pussy lips to open up and looked like an invitation to come on in. I had to keep looking at her eyes for fear of an erection. So when Eve suggested we stand up, go down to the water and take pictures, I was all for the idea! The four of us went down to the water, and Eve and I went into the warm waters of the Mediterranean up to our knees. Then Marie took several pictures of us. Then Jean-Pierre wanted to trade places and Eve took several pictures of them. She also made sure to get close-ups of her tits and his dick. My wife, the pervert.
When the day was winding down, our new French friends said if they weren't imposing, we could dine together. We were game, so the four of us went to a restaurant together. We sat around a rather small table. We sat boy, girl, boy, girl. That put me sitting next to my wife and Marie-Elise, and Jean-Pierre sat next to Eve and his wife. As the tables were small to accommodate more of them in such a cramped space, we found our knees touching more often than not. Eve and I were not used to this arrangement but apparently the French couple we had just met weren't bothered by it at all.
Our salads arrived, and we began eating the cool concoction from the chef along with some fresh bread. However, as Marie-Elise was eating with her right hand, and being to the right of me, that left her left hand free to wander. It wandered all right. Right over to my exposed dick. Her hands began to play with me until I was erect under the table. Eve didn't seem to notice but suddenly began smiling. Apparently, Jean-Pierre's absent hand had located her pussy. Instead of pushing his hand away, she spread her legs further apart to afford him more easy access. This behavior went on throughout the whole meal. My wife and I were more than turned on, and couldn't wait until we got back to our room to take care of things. That didn't happen. Not right away at least.
Our new French friends invited us back to their rented apt. for wine, crackers and brie. How could we gracefully decline? So we went. Before we knew it, we had gone through no less than 4 bottles of wine, and no one was feeling any pain. Marie-Elise asked Eve if she still had her camera.
"Yes, I do. Right here in my bag," she answered.
"Then let's take some photos for your honeymoon album." She came up to me and had me suck on her tits. Then she had me take the camera, and take a shot of her lying on the bed with her pussy lips spread apart. I took 2 good pictures, just for good measure. Meanwhile, Eve had grabbed hold of Jean-Pierre's dick and was making it go up and down.
"Tom, take a picture of me holding Jean's cock," my wife suggested. So, I obliged my wife's suggestion.
"Eve, lay down on the bed, next to Marie," I encouraged.
With a whole bottle of wine inside her, she readily did my bidding. "Now play with each other's tits!" They did as I snapped off more pics. I was really getting into this. "Jean, fuck your wife while Eve sucks on her nipples." Jean was inside his wife in an instant. Even with all the liquor, he came inside her in minutes. Then I handed the camera to Jean, and screwed my wife while Marie played with her tits. Eve and I came at about the same time. Within a short week, Eve and I had been able to co-ordinate our orgasms to cum at the same time. I lay between Eve and Marie, thoroughly satisfied and ready for bed while Jean-Pierre finished taking as many pictures as the disc would allow. We went back to our own suite, took a shower together, and had sex again. Ah, newlyweds! Then we fell into the most peaceful sleep ever, with Eve laying on her side with her back towards me, and my arm draped over her with my hand covering her breast. We slept like that until morning. What a honeymoon we were having! Who knew that being nude in front of others could be so exhilarating and stimulating?
The next morning, we bid good bye to our new French friends as they were headed back home. We exchanged e-mail addresses and we assured them that we would send them copies of the erotic pictures we took. However, if we thought we were going to be lonely, we would have been wrong. That very day, we met others from France who were just as warm and friendly.
After breakfast, we once again wandered through the city to see the sights. We bought a memory card for our camera so we could continue to take pictures. That afternoon, when we stopped at an outside café for something cold to drink, next to us were two couples who obviously knew each other sitting at the table next to us. They weren't blatantly sexual, but they gave enough clues throughout the next few minutes.
When they heard Eve and I talking the recognized us as Yanks, and introduced themselves. Hello, my name is Anton Chevalier and this is my wife Agnes. Our friends are Adrien and Anais Lefevre. Anton was in his young 30's and had dark black hair and chestnut brown eyes. He was about 5'8'' and limp, he looked like he had about 5 or 6 inches. His wife Agnes, was also dark haired and was about 5 ½ feet tall. She was thin, like Eve, but I guessed her to have about 34E breasts. They were so round they left little room for anything else but her breasts on her chest.
Adrien was around 5'7'', muscular and well built. He easily had 8 inches when it just hung down. His wife, Anais, had died red hair, her height matched her husband and she easily had 42D tits. I had no idea the French women could be as busty as American women. I could also detect that neither woman trimmed or shaved their pussy, but Anais had a lot less hair naturally, than Agnes did.
As they sat and had some wine and cheese, their wives would reach over and play with their husband's dicks, no matter who wandered by and saw what they were doing. From time to time, their husbands would reach over and play with their tits or nipples. Their nipples were eternally hard, but the women somehow didn't seem to mind. When in France, do as the French do, so I played with Eve's nipples as well, whether our friends noticed or not. Her nipples are very sensitive and if you play with them, you better be in the mood to screw her brains out.
About the time, she was getting in the mood to jump my expanding dick right then and there, our new friends invited us to join them on the beach. We happily joined our new friends. We put up three umbrellas side-by side, lay our towels down and went into the cool, wet water. Being outside in the sun and the wind, and having the water go up between your legs was extremely erotic. If you have ever had the opportunity to swim nude, you know where I'm coming from. Trust me, try it, you'll never want to go to swimming with suits on...ever again! After seeing how comfortable my wife and I both were being nude in front of others, I promised myself that upon returning to Florida, we would join a nudist resort (of which there are many) and continue being outside, naked.
All six of us headed into the water. From time to time, we would dive under the water to get our heads wet, which seemed to make our whole bodies cooler. The six of us continued to remain close together while we talked. It was then that I noticed that both Agnes and Anais seemed to be very close to me, while Anton and Adrien seemed to be standing very close to Eve. It struck me as odd, but shortly thereafter, I knew the reason. Both Agnes and Anais were like octopi under the water; all hands.
It took them no time at all to find my penis and it took an even shorter amount of time for them to get me hard. We were all in the water up to our necks, so no could notice what are hands were doing. They took turns playing with my dick under water. Because I have always been a breast man, I played with one breast of Agnes and one breast of Anais'. If they were having fun with me, then I was at an amusement park. In the last week or so, I have felt more naked breasts than I have in the whole of my life! When I wasn't fondling their willing breasts, they were spreading my legs and guiding my hands to their pussies.
Let's not forget Eve. The two Frenchmen were playing with her under the water as well. They were squeezing her tits and fingering her clit. She told me later that night that both of them had put their fingers inside her and both had made her cum. She reciprocated by getting them both hard under the water.
We left the water and Eve politely asked our new friends if she could take their pictures? They immediately said yes. As they lay on their blankets, the girls would play with their husbands and getting them hard, so as to make the pictures, a little more interesting shall we say. The ladies would sit up and spread their legs far apart. Obviously they wanted their pussies in the shot. Eve obliged and got some great pics. And knowing Eve, she took some close ups of their tits, pussies, and dicks. We headed back into town to have a quiet dinner alone. We spent the next morning swimming and enjoying our nudity.
By noon, we had left the city and took the train to Paris. We saw the sights, Eve took her pictures to share with her parents and we stayed clothed for the rest of our honeymoon.
All too soon, we arrived at Charles de Gaulle International Airport and flew back across the Atlantic to Orlando. The honeymoon had come to an end, leaving us to get into the everyday life of living as man and wife. We e-mailed some great pictures to my new in-laws and kept the erotic ones of our new friends on a DVD disc.
We found ourselves visiting several nudist resorts after that. For example, Cypress Cove in Orlando, and the largest resort in the US, Paradise Lakes outside Tampa, and we would visit Haulover beach which is a nude beach in Miami. We still run around the house nude and make love almost every night. So our lives haven't changed that much. But, I loved my honeymoon, and I love married life!
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