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Sarah and I were great friends. We had gone to college together and by pure accident, developed a rather intimate relationship, even though as a young woman, I preferred guys to girls. Sarah always made me feel special, like I was a queen, deserving of attention, where the guys usually saw me simply as a sexual conquest. I unabashedly loved sex and was sexually over-charged, which means I would give in to any guy who pressed me hard enough to go to bed with him. But then along, came Jeff.Jeff was a nice guy and at first, I wasn’t really attracted to him, but there was something special about spending time with Jeff. Most of my friends could very easily make me giggle, but Jeff made me actually laugh-out-loud, with his goofiness and self-depreciating humor.Jeff only knew Sarah peripherally, having met her at one of my “friends only” parties. I never bothered to open myself up to Jeff about Sarah and our occasional meet-ups. Sarah was happy that I had a boyfriend, and thankfully, she wasn’t the jealous type. I valued my relationship with Sarah, because she was my sounding board when it came to real serious issues in life and because, like I said, she made me feel like a queen.Sarah was a bit on the wild side and she made no qualms about liking her lifestyle. She liked to party and being a part time model, she had no problem hooking up with whomever she wanted to hook up with- guys or girls. I wasn’t judgmental, because her lifestyle was simply her choice and besides, I had Jeff. Still, I enjoyed spending time with Sarah. She had a great fashion sense and she was fun to be around.A few weeks back, Sarah invited me to go with her to a nudist resort. When she first prosed the idea, I was like, “No Way!” In my mind, I pictured a bunch of fat old men and women lounging around, totally naked, playing cards, or shuffleboard. I’m not sure why I had that mental image, but I did.Sarah assured me that the nudist place that she visited Gölbaşı escort was not at all like what I had envisioned it to be. She said everyone that everyone was totally cool and surprisingly, very young. I still wasn’t convinced until she flipped through some photos on her cell phone. I was surprised to see some really, really beautiful people, lounging around a pool, totally naked – college co-ed types playing volley ball.“This is not a family place,” Sarah said. “It’s a private club and not everything is totally naked. Clothing is optional.”The “clothing is optional” part sold me. I agreed to go and check the place out.I packed a light bag that included a sexy little cocktail dress, my bikini and a change of clothes as well as my toiletries. I met up with Sarah and we headed off to the resort which was about an from the city we lived in.I was filled with a little trepidation. Sarah told me there were wine coolers in the cooler in the back seat, so I quickly downed two of them as we drove to the resort. By the time we got there, I was more settled. We drove up to a gate where a security guard signed us in. I was happy to see the resort had some security measures in place and that made me feel a little more comfortable.Sarah had reserved a small cottage. We both changed into our bikinis, deciding to check out the pool area, which I quickly leaned was the main attraction at the resort. Stepping into the pool area, it seemed like any other pool area and I wasn’t aware that half the people were totally naked until I sat down in one of the chase lounge chairs and scanned the crowd.I had seen male body parts before, but almost always they were in some state of arousal. There were no arousals in sight, although I suspected there were a few hangings that might be ready to head that way. Sarah was right about the crowd. Almost everyone was college-aged and it was a collection of beautiful people.Sarah Keçiören escort bayan quickly stripped out of her bikini and I shed my bikini top, just so I wouldn’t stand out as a prude. I was not ready to bare it all, at least not at that point. Sarah asked me to put some sun tan lotion on her back, which I was more than happy to do. I returned to my chase lounge and flipped on to my stomach and asked her to reciprocate. As she did, I scanned the pool area. My eyes settled on one guy who was standing completely naked, by the pool, talking with another guy, who was sipping on a beer.The sight of the one guy with a chiseled set of tight abs and a tight ass, made my womanly senses tingle. I told Sarah she needed to hold up on the lotion.“Control yourself,” Sarah remarked, as she took note of my staring. “They’re probably gay.”Damn.“What a waist,” I replied.Sarah chuckled.“Don’t get me in trouble with Jeff,” she said.“Who is Jeff?” I sarcastically replied.Jeff was a good boyfriend, and he met my needs in a lot of ways, but I had to secretly profess, the bedroom was his strong point.One of the guys walked over to where Sarah and I were laid out on the chase lounge chair, on our stomachs.“Is your name, Jessica?” he asked, looking down at me. From my vantage point, All I could see was his thick cock, which hung lazily down between two chiseled thighs.Almost immediately, I froze. Someone here knew who I was. Oh crap!.“No,” I replied, lying my ass off. “My name is Jamie.”“No,” He replied, “Your name is Jessica and you work in accounting.”Double the “oh NO!” He knew where I worked. Oh my God! I looked up to see if I might recognize the face, since I most certainly was recognizing the male body part standing about three feet in front of me.“George Papadakis”George was a supervising manager at the accounting firm where I worked. He was the last person I would have figured to ne a Escort Kızılay nudist. Everyone at work called him “George P” because no one could seemingly remember or say his last name. I was also pretty sure he was gay- or at least that was the rumors at work.“You don’t see me here,” I quickly replied.“That’s funny,” George shot back, “because you look like you’re here.”“I’m serious,” I replied. “I’m only visiting.”“So, you know Sarah? George asked. I looked at Sarah.“George and I know each other well,” Sarah replied.George pulled up a chair and sat down, while I tried to reassess things.“How do you know George?” I asked Sarah, who by now had turned about four shades of red.“We’re old party buddies,” Sarah replied, “What a small world!”I could see the blood vessels pulsating in George’s cock as it hung limply between his legs. His manhood was unusually larger than a lot of the guys hanging around the pool, which I suspected brought him a lot of attention.“So welcome to my world of hedonism,” George unabashedly remarked. “Hedonism” was a new word for me. I had no idea what it meant at the time, so I simply replied, “I like it.”“Behave,” Sarah politely scolded George. That was my first hint of things to come.George had no issue with being totally naked. He had a great looking well-toned body, the result, I was sure of a lot of hard work and exercise.“Actually,” George replied, “I am a Greek God and there’s little work that I have to do.”Modesty was not one of George’s strong suits.“You’ve got the body of a Greek Goddess,” George remarked as he sat in front of me, sipping on a beer. “You should be very proud to show it off.”“What you see,” I noted, “Is what you get.”The words just fell out of my mouth, totally unchecked. I knew as soon as I said them, I was probably in deep trouble. George smiled.“You shouldn’t be such a tease,” he replied.I laughed.“I don’t tease,” I replied. I was feeling in a frisky mood, having downed three wine coolers.“Do y’all have a cottage?” George asked.“No,” I replied with Sarah replying at the same time, “Yes.”George looked confused. “Hey,” I understand,” said George, proffering a wink. I knew that George was gay and I was thinking he probably thought I was a lesbian, since Sarah swung both ways.

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