When she and her sister Trisha got back from visiting her folks, she called me that Monday night.

“Hi Hank. Are we still on for Wednesday?”

“Without a doubt,” I replied. “How are your parents?”

“Great. It was a really nice visit. How was your weekend?”

“Very relaxing. I spent my time writing and editing, and seeing what I should read to you.”

“I thought you were going to read what you are currently working on.”

“I thought about it and the more I thought, the more I came to the conclusion that I want to hold off on that for a while. It really isn't ready yet. Okay?”

“Sure Hank, whatever you think is best. Can I tell you something that might upset you?”

“I guess so, but what could be so bad that you'd be worried I'd get upset?”

“Well, on the flight out there I was thinking about you and us and I really couldn't say anything to my mom, she would just freak. And anyway, it was killing me to say something to someone, so during the flight home, I told Trisha about you.”

“Hell Lisa, she already knows about me. She was there, remember?”

“No, I mean I told her what we did together and how you made me cum three times. I told her how big you are and that we’re getting together again this week.”

“Okay, I guess. I mean are you two that close that you felt like you needed to tell her?”

“Yeah, we’re pretty close. Besides, like I said, I was just busting to tell someone what we did and how you made me feel.”

“Do you mind if I ask what her response was?”

“She seemed genuinely happy for me, for us, and she said she wasn't surprised at all. She was quite emphatic about being anxious to see you for our nude reading next month.”

“I'm looking forward to it too.”

“In fact,” Lisa continued, “she wants me to invite those who want to be there to bring their significant others or lovers. She said that Jim couldn't wait to get home and said he was all over her on the way home. He couldn't stop touching her and she said she got so excited, she went down on him while he was driving.”

“Lucky Jim. Are you going to make the offer? To invite significant others?”

“I suppose so. I'm very uncomfortable with the thought of being naked in front of strangers though. I've never done anything like that before.”

“I tell you what,” I said, “let's see how it goes on Wednesday and then, on the weekend, if you're free and don't mind, let me take you to a nudist colony that's about 30 miles from us. You'll see how comfortable the people are and just how relaxing it can be. What do you say?”

“Let me think about it, okay? I'm not saying no, because I'd love to be with you this weekend, but can I tell you Wednesday?”

“Absolutely.”

“Great. Okay, let me get off the phone. I have to unpack and do some laundry. I can't wait to see you.”

“I can't wait to see you too Lisa. Take care.”

I started thinking about Lisa’s incredible body. Her beautiful blond hair, her thin lithe figure, her long legs and flat tummy, her fabulous tits and her excitable nipples. The way her nipples would puff up when she was excited, excited me too. The way her mound would swell and the way she opened to me completely was exquisite. The way her juices flowed freely. Her aroma. Her taste. Just thinking about her had me stroking myself to release again. I had not told her how many times I jacked off thinking about her over the weekend. I had not told her how much I wanted to taste her lips, how much I wanted to excite her, how much I wanted to fuck her again. She would know my desire, my lust soon enough.

When Wednesday arrived, I was ready. I was clean shaven, all over, and freshly showered. I had my story printed out, two large beach towels for us to sit on and a great bottle of merlot in a handbasket. The directions to her home were spot on and easy to follow. In fact, we lived only a mile or so apart.

I rang the doorbell with a little trepidation that she might just back out of this given her fear or reluctance to be nude. My worries were quickly alleviated when she opened the door wearing a tracksuit with the jacket opened pretty far, revealing much of her chest.

“Hi there handsome,” she said throwing her arms around my neck. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

Her lips met mine and it was electric. She was so soft and sweet. Lisa had a faint aroma of lemon in her hair, the product of her shower. The taste of wine was on her lips and tongue. Our bodies melted into each other as we molded ourselves together, chest to chest, crotch to crotch. If it were not for the handbasket, I would have picked her up by the ass and walked her inside.

Lisa broke our kiss, grabbed my shirt and pull me inside, closing the door behind me with her other hand.

“Come on, the pasta is going to get soggy,” she said turning and walking toward what I presumed was the kitchen.

As she walked, I heard the zipper of her top finish its journey down and she let it slip off her shoulders. She tossed it on a nearby chair and continued walking.

Smiling I said, “You really want to get started don’t you?”

“You have no idea! I came home from work yesterday and spend the night naked just to try it out. It was so wonderful. I’ve never done that before. I was wet all night long!”

I continued walking behind her and followed her into her kitchen. She went to the stove and took a pot off it to the sink, dumping the contents into a strainer.

She turned to look at me and said, “Well, don’t just stand there looking at me, make yourself useful. Put that basket on the counter and get out of those clothes.”

“Alright, but slow down, we have all night if you want.”

“I do want! But, don’t get the wrong idea, it isn’t so much that I want to be naked with you, well, that’s not true, I do want to be naked with you, but I am a little bit fearful that I’ll back out of this if we don’t just get started. Being naked excites me, but it also scares me a little. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

I began unbuttoning my shirt and watched her dump some gravy onto the pasta. She stirred it along with my emotions. Her breasts swayed back and forth as she stirred, half watching what she was doing and half watching me. I peeled off my shirt and undershirt, undid my belt and zipper. I could feel myself beginning to get excited as I disrobed in front of my Athena. Only my Athena was no virgin.

Lisa started placing the pasta on plates as I peeled off my socks, pants and shorts. She was finishing the garnish on the dishes and had one in each hand when I got on my knees behind her and started to lower her track suit pants. I heard the dishes clanking onto the counter. I wanted the lowering of her pants to be a slow process, so when they cleared her hips, I placed my hands on her skin and just started pushing them down, sliding my hands down her frame inch by slow inch. She wore nothing under them, causing my heart to beat faster and faster.

I made a set of imaginary lines from her waist to her heels and kissed each inch of her skin as it was exposed. She placed her feet about shoulder width apart and leaned on the counter on her elbows.

As her pants moved below her ass I continued to kiss down each line I had made. She was swollen already and beginning to show some glistening. A faint aroma of her sex entered my nostrils and exited me. Lisa’s long toned legs were beautiful to see stripped of their covering; Lean muscles covered by soft tight skin. What a treat for my lips.

I kissed behind her left knee and then her right. She buckled and came crashing down on my back. We both collapsed to the floor, laughing hysterically.

“That’s not the way it was supposed to go,” I said when I finally got enough control.

“Oh damn,” she responded still laughing, “are you okay?”

“Of course. Here, sit and let me get these off you.”

Lisa sat on the floor, leaned back on her elbows and let me finish taking her pants off. She was an absolutely stunning vision of perfect beauty. Her blond hair flowed gracefully, cascading to her shoulders. Beautiful ears with lobes decorated with diamond studs. Remarkable blue eyes glistened in the kitchen light with laughter and excitement as they gazed back at me. Her celestial nose rode gracefully above pouty sensual lips. Lisa’s brilliant smile highlighted her strong jaw.

And her neck; her long sinewy neck dropped to perfectly covered collarbones. Two small bumps topping her chest. A chest adorned with small faultlessly sculpted breasts, each topped with puffing areolas and tipped with small superb nipples. I could count her ribs on each side leading down to abs that showed she worked hard at maintaining them. They descended into a vee shaped flat tummy pointing to her already puffy and hairless mons, slightly reddened, containing her labia and her hidden wet valley of desire. Space separated Lisa’s legs as though never wanting anything to be in the way of the pleasure she deserved. The toned, shapely muscles descended to her knees, shins and petite feet with long beautiful toes capped with adorable pink nails.

“What?” she asked as I completed my inventory of her perfectness.

“I’m sorry,” I said blushing slightly, “I just couldn’t help looking at how stunning you are. My God, Lisa, you are absolutely beautiful. No, beautiful doesn’t adequately to you justice. You are… perfect in every way.”

“Oh cut it out. You don’t have to sweet talk me,” she said getting to her feet.

“I’m not,” I said standing.

“Wow, look at you. Have you been touching yourself without me?” she said indicating my half hard manhood.

“No, just being here with you, looking at you, you excite me.”

“Well, won’t that be great during the reading.”

“It's only natural. I would expect that the ladies will be wet too if my story’s any good.”

“Really?”

“Why not,” I replied. “In fact, I think we should encourage everyone, sometime during the reading, to touch themselves if they want. I mean, that’s kind of the object of writing Erotica, at least that’s my objective. I want to make people feel good enough and sexy enough to get excited.”

“Well, I can tell you this, it works for me,” she exclaimed as her back turned toward me and she moved to pick up the plates.

Moving behind her I wrapped my arms around her waist. My cock pointed down and nestled into her crack as I kissed her ear and whispered, “I’m so glad it does. That makes me very happy.”

“I can tell it does,” she said wiggling her hips and ass slightly.

She turned her face to me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before continuing, “Now, before I drop these dishes, fall to my knees and ravish you, let’s eat, and I mean eat the meal, not each other!”

I took the wine and towels from the basket, opened the wine and spread the towels on two of the chairs. The merlot went perfectly with her salad, pasta and homemade gravy. We sat next to each other at her kitchen table and spoke freely about our lives, our desires, dreams and goals. It seems that being nude with someone really helps in dropping any pretenses. It was very easy to speak from our hearts to one another.

When we both had finished our meals, we cleared the table and moved into her den. I brought the printout and the towels with me. The towels were laid out on the sofa, covering the entire seating area before Lisa and I set our asses down. We sat at opposite ends of the couch facing one another. Her legs were crossed. I had one leg extended the length of the couch, almost touching her, and the other on the floor. I began reading the Swimming Teachers Can Be More Than Friends series to her.

By the time I had finished the first installment, we had changed positions. From sitting opposite me, she had moved to laying on her side next to me between my leg and the back of the couch, her head on my shoulder and her arm thrown lazily across my stomach. I held her shoulder and pulled her tight to my skin. Her closeness and warmth had caused my cock to start twitching and growing all on it own.

By the end of the second part, Lisa began kissing my chest and massaging my abs, combing her fingers through the little hair that I had on my chest and stomach. She had moved one of her legs under mine and had tucked my thigh tightly into her crotch. My totally turgid tummy whacker was as hard as ever, seeking, but receiving no attention other than an occasional bump of Lisa’s hand.

Just as I starting into the part of the story where Fran and I begin swimming in the nude at her home, Lisa’s hand moved to my cock. Her strokes were long, slow and deliberate. Her fingers and palm encased my steely rod.

“I think you are enjoying reading this as much as I am listening to it,” Lisa said.

I stopped reading, put the pages aside and lifted her chin. Looking into her beautiful eyes, I covered her lips with mine and closed out the world. Her warmth, her taste and her touch would arouse me forever. We both began breathing a little harder as our ardor for each other grew.

Breaking the kiss I said, “With you at my side, I think I would be just as hard reading Moby Dick, no pun intended.”

“Do you always get like this when you read? It happened last week when you read to the group too.”

“Well, when I write or read erotica, I almost always get aroused to one extent or another, but with your body next to mine, flesh to flesh, how could I not get hard?”

“How are you going to handle it when we get together at Amanda’s house? I mean we’re all going to be nude, or at least some of us will and you’re going to sit there with this massive erection and not be embarrassed?”

“I thought that while I was reading, you might want to handle it for me.”

“No way I’m even going to be near you that night. Here,” she said taking my hand, “feel how wet you’re making me just sitting here.”

She wasn’t kidding either.

Her pussy was literally leaking.

“If I sit next to you and ‘handle’ it for you, I’ll be sitting in a puddle in no time at all, that is if I don’t just jump your bones and start fucking you in front of everybody. I may enjoy being nude like this with you, but I’m still scared of being like this in front of everyone else.”

“So you’ve said. Have you given any thought to my offer?”

“What offer,” Lisa asked.

“To go to a nudist colony or resort that’s near here.”

“I did give it some thought, but I have questions before I answer.”

“Okay, go ahead and ask.”

“Are you going to get a hard-on?”

“Probably not. I haven’t the other times I’ve gone.”

“So, do people have sex right there in front of the other people who are there?”

“No, there’s a distinct line between nudism and sex. It’s like most people think that if you go for a massage, that means you’re having sex with the masseuse. It's just a myth or a misnomer. Nudism is just being yourself without clothes on. People just stand or sit around and talk or play games and stuff. There is no sex involved at all.”

Lisa laid still with her head on my shoulder and thought for a while before saying, “Okay, I’ll go. Will many people be there?”

“It all depends on the weather. Rainy, the place will be empty. Sunny and there will be two or three dozen I guess.”

“I’m in a quandary,” Lisa said.

“And what is your quandary?”

“I really want to hear the rest of the story, because I’m interested in how it turns out. On the other hand, I’m so horny right now that I want you to make mad, passionate love to me and wear me raw!”

“I tell you what. I hate leaving things unfinished, like reading a story or bringing you to climax. So, I’ll just read and you just relax in my arms. Close your eyes and make believe that it's you in the story with me.”

Lisa’s head sank back down onto my shoulder as I picked the pages back up and started reading again. Her hand still clenched and stroked my hard as rock cock, slowly descending from head to base with little twists along the way. I finished the third and fourth installments in short order. When I did, Lisa slid her body down mine and she placed a gentle kiss on the tip of my aching prick. Her hand moved slowly up and down as she gently and dare I say lovingly took my helmet into the warmth of her mouth.

Lowering herself even further down she told me to put my one leg on the back of the couch. I could not help thinking that this was going to be very interesting. Between my splayed legs she began playing with my nuts as her lips kissed gentle paths up and down my shaft. A kiss here, then a loving nibble there, and then another kiss as she went up and down. Her tongue traced a path around my glans, that very sensitive area between my shaft and head, before she took me in her mouth and began stroking me again. She lifted her hand and pushed her own lips off my tool before lowering her head between my legs and taking my balls into her mouth. She sucked me tenderly, and toyed my desires with her tongue. Releasing me, she slowly licked from my perineum all the way to the tip of my rigid manhood. She darted her tongue down into my pee hole and sent jolts of pleasure through my body.

“Lisa,” I said breathing hard, “stop baby, I don’t want to cum yet. I want to be in you.”

“Oh lover,” she said taking a momentary break, “you will, but for now enjoy what I can do for you. Cum for me and let me taste you.”

She knelt between my legs and once again took me into her mouth. She pushed her mouth down my cock, inching her way down, moving her head from side to side and pushing further and further. I felt the back of her throat. I felt a finger playing with my ass hole. I felt a hand lifting and squeezing my balls. I felt a hand stroking my cock. She came up for a breath and started going back down on her excellent adventure. I felt that familiar swelling tide of a nearing release. My legs began to quiver. My entire body began to shake.

“Oh CHRIST!” I shouted.

All the energy in my body convulsed into one massive orgasm. Down her throat shot sizzling jets of cum, bursts and bursts of hot jizz. I lost count after seven PC muscle shots. My pubococcygeus and bulbocavernosus muscles were working overtime delivering my cum into my woman’s mouth. (Google is a wonderful thing!) As my surges subsided, Lisa followed suit and gracefully guided me down from the highest ecstasy I had ever experienced. I was breathless and spent. She had emptied me of both energy and fluids. She climbed atop me and lay on my chest, stroking my face with tender hands. She kissed me, my lips, my eyes, ears, chin, nose, cheeks. She made soft slow passionate love to my face until I could at last open my eyes and find that I had not gone blind, but had only been temporarily blinded by her skill and ability.

“Just stay with me,” I whispered. “Stay with me, wrap you arms around me and stay with me. Hold me. Oh my god Lisa. Just be with me.”

“I’m not going away lover. I’m here for you and you’re here for me. Hold me too.”

I did. We did. Guilt began to seep into my mind. She had given me a gift like no other and so far tonight, I had done nothing in return. Words were all I had delivered while she had given me the experience of a lifetime.

After about ten minutes, I felt sufficiently alive to escape my self-made prison of guilt. Rolling Lisa toward the back of the couch I managed my way to our sides.

“Lisa,” I began, “you have given me something very special which I will never be able to return to you.”

“Shh,” she quietly rebuked, “that was for you. What…”

I put a finger to her lips. Slowly slipping from the couch I knelt on the floor and had her move to her back. Her lips were all the enticement I needed to begin my journey. I needed to bring to her some small pittance of what she brought to me. Covering her lips with my own I teased her. Small nibbles here and pecks there as I threaded her hair with my fingers and held her head. I caressed her delicious body with my other hand, touching breasts and nipples, navel and mons. Oh to be Vishnu with four hands.

I began by making love to her face as she had finished her worship of me with my face. Gentle kisses were bestowed upon her eyes and ears, her nose and forehead, her cheeks, ears and chin. She lifted her face and opened her neck to me. Her long beautiful neck was helpless beneath my avenging lips and tongue. She took my head in her hands and guided me to the most sensitive part just above her collarbones. Moans of pleasure escaped her as I nibbled and sucked my way down.

Lower and lower I paid homage to the temple that was Lisa’s body. Her nipples rose on puffy clouds above delicate flesh mountains. Hard singular pebbles on coffee colored islands. As I took each in turn into my mouth and suckled her hips began to move and her moans became louder. She played her fingers in my hair, encouraging me to continue my arousal tour. I circled a nipple with my tongue in a tantalizingly slow dance of awakening and my hand covered her mound and teased her tenderness. She let a foot fall to the floor, opening her legs and lips to my advances. My hand slowly dipped down between her legs, teasing her lips without entering between them. From anus to mons, my hand stroked her fire. Her hips moved more and more as my mouth and hand played games with her nerves and arousal.

A journey once begun must be fulfilled, and so I left her breasts and nipples to my hand and voyaged across the waves of her abs to find her navel. I circled her with my tongue as a lost ship circles an ocean whirlpool, slowly at first, and then faster and faster as it approaches the center. As I sank into the center of the vortex, I pinched and pulled her nipple and pressed firmly upon her pussy. Lisa shuddered and gasped as the flood of excited nerves cascaded into her mind. She rewarded my efforts by dampening my palm, beginning to leak the fluids that I yearned to taste. The ones that would ease my journey into her core.

I lifted my chest away from the cushion of the couch and pulled her knee under me to the other side. She now reclined on the couch as I knelt between her legs, ready to take her to the top of the mountain and throw her into the clouds. I reached under her knees and raised my hands to her flawless breasts. Her legs lifted with me and her nectar filled honeypot opened, yearning for something, anything to fill the void, the essence of her sex. As my tongue slithered a course from one end of her juicy swollen lips to the other, her breathing became coarse and hard.

Releasing one of her tits from my fingers, I brought my hand down to help. I spread her lips and began licking her smooth inner lips. I licked and licked and licked. She was wide open and her body was asking me to enter her, so I slid two then three finger inside her hairless body. Only my thumb and pinky were left outside, uninvited to the dark party that was Lisa. I felt her body’s ridges and toyed my finger across them.

“Oh my god…” she breathed, “don’t stop.”

I licked and licked and licked.

“Fuck.. I’m… Almost…”

Her clit, swollen with desire to be touched peeked from beneath its hood. I touched it with the tip of my tongue.

“Ooooo…” came the keening plea.

I surrounded her and sucked her into my mouth while I stoked her inside. Over the ridges I roamed, seeking that special spot that would drive her mad. Lisa’s face was contorted in exquisite pain. My tongue worked her over as I held her in my mouth.

“FU…” managed to escape her throat as her body began to convulse. I found her spot.

My hand, fingers, lips and tongue went into overdrive. Her hands grasped the towels on either side of her, as though that would help her keep from soaring into the clouds. Her legs pounded against my shoulders as I drove her higher and higher. Her hips bucked against me and warm jets of her cum coated my face, arm and hand.

“Stop… Stop.. Oh GOD!”

Her body betrayed her desires as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss coursed through her. She reached for her chest and began squeezing herself without mercy. Another course of spasms hit her. I raised my eyes to see her face. Beet red, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, she could hardly breath between the jolts of ecstatic energy as they pounded her.

Her hands grasped my hair and she pushed my face from her heavenly valley. My fingers remained inside her, encased in her warmth and wetness. I licked her from my arm and hand and gave her a little time to recover. She remained open as her breathing became steadier and slower.

“That was…” she started to say before I interrupted her.

“You’re not done yet. One more.”

“No… I can’t.”

I returned my lips to her clit and began sucking and stroking her. Fully recovered from the best blowjob I had ever enjoyed, my cock was a obelisk rock just begging to be used. Her aroma, her taste, her wetness, her beauty, all drove me onward to please her one more time. I raised up onto my knees and took my distended manhood in hand. She began kneading her breasts again as I stroked her with the head of my cock, wetting it in the juices she had already expelled. Inch by inch I pierced her body. With an ankle in each hand, I spread her open and drove myself into the hilt. My pubis pressed against her clit. My balls pressed against her ass. Then I began rocking back and forth slowly. Almost taking myself out I could see my glans before pushing forward and burying myself. What a beautiful sight. Hard cock penetrating my willing and wanting woman. I could feel her exquisite tightness. I could feel her tighten herself around me.

I lifted one leg and placed my foot on the floor so that I could control and push myself better. The pace quickened. Her breathing quickened. My breathing quickened. I pounded my ramrod home with increasing force and determination.

Slap. Slap. Slap. My balls met her ass.

Pace and breathing. Faster and Faster. Harder and harder.

“Again…” she pled. “Again… Again…”

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Her hands again flew out to the sides. I could feel that glorious welling of impending explosion. Our breathing stopped.

“Eeee…” came her cry.

“Oh fuck, I’m…” was all I managed before exploding into her.

Cum shot into her, filling her.

She shook from head to toe. Her body bounced on the couch as my body crashed into hers and her orgasm crashed into her psyche. My loads were full, shooting blast after blast of my seed deep into her accepting body.

I slowed and finally stopped as I felt my erection begin to subside.

“Stay in me,” she commanded. “Hold yourself tight to me and stay in me.”

I hooked her thighs with my arms and pulled myself tight to her.

“Fuck,” I said, “that was glorious. You are so hot!”

We gazed into each other’s eyes.

“Stay in me until you’re about to fall out. Then I want you to eat me and do what you did the other night.”

“Share?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she breathed out. “I loved that.”

“When I fall out, I’m going to lay on my back. Kneel over my face.”

She smiled.

I fell backward and she quickly put her thighs by my ears and knelt over my mouth. Our cum drained from her onto my waiting tongue and through my lips. Our ambrosia was hot and sweet. When the last of it escaped her I tapped her legs. She sat back down on the towels and I sat next to her. Our lips met and we opened ourselves to each other. She sucked some of our cum from my mouth and then, with smiles, we both swallowed.

I reclined and put my head on the arm of the couch. She laid on me with her head next to mine and we cuddled in a soft and tender hug. We talked about nothing and everything for a long time. Eventually, the conversation came around to the adult reading night.

“So do you think you’ll invite significant others?”

“Yeah, I am going to. If we are sitting around listening to you, I don’t want it to be four or five women and you. I think it’ll be better that way. Besides, that way if people get frisky, I won’t feel so embarrassed getting frisky too.”

“Good point,” I replied.

*****

..To Be Continued..

My original intent was to stop after I finished The Writers Workshop, but our experiences after Lisa and I first got together still have my juices flowing.
Next installment coming soon - The Writers Workshop - Trip to the Nudist Colony
Then - The Writers Workshop - Adult Reading Night