The Nude Weekend - Friday Night - Sex Stories

The Nude Weekend - Friday Night

Sharon stood out the front of the large sandstone Rose Bay home and slowly unfolded the piece of paper in her hand. She checked the number against those written on the piece of paper that had been handed to her three weeks earlier. With a wave over her shoulder the taxi driver pulled away, leaving her alone to begin the second stage of her burgeoning sexual development. The Sydney sunset reflected off the stain glass windows and although expecting to hear music coming from the building, the silence, interspersed with the cackle of a gang of white cockatoos, was welcoming. Small puddles of water on the green and cream mosaic tiles on the verandah indicated that not only had someone recently hosed them clean, but the evaporative cooling was a welcome respite to the heat of a summer evening. Ivy trailled up one wall and its tendrils hung from underneath the first floor balcony. The sweet smell of gardenia hung in the air and as she tapped on the lion’s head knocker that hung below the red number 37, she took in a sharp breath. For those seemingly endless three weeks, all Sharon could think about was two things. Firstly it was her inaugural, and so far only, night as a ‘hostess’ in a swinger’s club, then it was the promise of what a nude weekend would hold. Marcus had already been to one nude weekend but on their first date he teased her with information. Knowing that she wanted details, he kept them from her. She tried everything in her rapidly expanding book to persuade him ...

... that it would be in his best interests to spill the beans, but he managed, only barely, to keep quiet. All he ever said was “It’s simple. It’s a weekend where everyone is nude. Rest assured, you’ll enjoy every minute.” After their first date he was so determined not to let on that he avoided contact with her until the evening began. The temptation to visit her, tell her about the orgies, the games, the decadence and then fuck until morning, was incredibly strong. Sharon though, prepared herself well. She’d been experimenting with double penetrating herself with her two favourite toys. One was a fat realistic dildo for her pussy and a thinner one for her arse. She even contemplated popping upstairs for a practice session at the swinger’s club, but as luck would have it, her body’s timing, and the roster, was against her. She checked her watch and couldn’t help but look back over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching her. Through the stain glass window panels on the door she watched a silhouetted, clearly female, figure walk down the hallway to the door. The peephole darkened and Sharon just smiled and waved. “Sharon!” Caz called out as she peeked out from behind the door, “You came.” “Of course I did,” Sharon leant into the doorway and kissed the naked Caz firmly on the lips. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” “Marcus said that you were more than a little bit intrigued,” Caz opened the door fully but still kept herself hidden from prying eyes. “He’s here then,” Sharon ...