An Avenging Nudist - Sex Stories

An Avenging Nudist

Note 1:The story below is a very dear one to me. Arguably, it is not the most erotic I have written. It revolves around my main fetish: public nudity at inappropriate places. It doesn't always happen, but in writing it I have grown to love my protagonist K. Really love her. Though she doesn't exist in the material world. I hope you will like, or love, her too. Forgive me if you feel there should have been more sex.

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An avenging Nudist

or how Kerstin got to play the fool

by Vitavie

Homage to Kerstin Pärsson

Note 2: The below story is set in one of those remote little villages in the North of Europe. The demographics are odd. Counting about 100 inhabitants, all are above 18. Young families don't live here, as schools and other children are far, far away. Consequently, everyone that is thinking about having a family moves away to bigger towns and only returns when their children have left home. So, the complete population is adult. The village punks that play a supporting role are the youngest on the scene and are between 19 and 21. They are no-good farmhands who will adapt in due course and be the farmers and foresters of tomorrow.

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His performance onstage was a great high for him. And for her. He feels like a rockstar. She makes him feel that way.

She had seen the concert by his band two weeks ago. He and she, they got talking, he still high on adrenalin, she ecstatically riding on the memories of a ...

... loud and powerful performance. They made out in the dressing room. He had experienced one moment of hesitation, but, hey, he was in a band and bands have groupies, it was no more than that, didn't mean anything.

He saw her again at the next concert, right in front of the stage. Boy, she was pretty. She found him in the dressing room and they found a private moment once more.

The next concert she suggested they'd go to his hotel room. He agreed. Since then, she travelled with the band. He assures himself, it's just for this tour. What happens on the road stays on the road. It means no more.

They drink a glass of prosecco in his hotel room. And another. She gets up from the bed, grabs her phone and selects what turns out to be nightclub music. Seductive music. She is a good dancer. He knew that from seeing her in front of the stage. She sways and gyrates like a professional stripper, when she takes off her shoes and hold-ups, lifts the green dress - that fits so well with her henna hair - over her head, to reveal that she doesn't wear knickers, just a purple bra, which she takes off now - rendering herself naked.

'God, she is so hot!', he thinks.

And he thinks no more as she approaches and pushes him onto the bed, undoes his belt and slides his black jeans complete with underpants down to his ankles. She then blows him, edges him to near-orgasm, then disengages herself, looks down upon his helpless shape and his twitching cock for a minute until she lowers herself ...