What Do You Think of While Canoodling? (Part Three) Skinny Dipping Paradise
reverendhornibastard
Depraved Deacon of Degeneracy
PART THREE:
Skinny Dipping Paradise
... continued from Part Two: https://tuscl.net/discussion.php?id=7162…
After our return from Bali, Mrs. Hornibastard began asking if she could invite a friend or two to join us in the pool. I was initially reluctant to have anyone join us. I felt it would cramp our style. If we had guests, I assumed we would not be skinny dipping and that Mea. Hornibastard and I certainly wouldn’t be fucking outdoors (something I really looked forward to).
But she persisted in pleading with me. Eventually I felt bad about always refusing her requests. So I finally relented and agreed that she could invite a guest or two.
Mrs. Hornibastard was elated. She said her friends (many of whom had not yet even met me) were asking lots of questions about me.
I was intrigued. “What questions do they ask about me?”
“Just about everything! Women love to talk to each other about their husbands and boyfriends. My friends are especially curious about you because you are foreign. They will be pleased to finally meet the man I’ve been bragging about. They want to see for themselves if it’s true what people say about American men compared to Asian men.”
“Is THAT why you sent some of our very private, personal photos to your girl friends back then?” I asked, suddenly remembering Mrs. Hornibastard’s hugely irresponsible leaking of our highly classified photos many years ago.
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Leaked Classified Personal Photo:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4307
________________________________________
“Of course!” Mrs. Hornibastard replied showing no remorse whatsoever.
The first time two of Mrs. Hornibastard’s friends joined us for an afternoon in the pool, I wasted a lot of time trying to find my swimsuit. It wasn’t where it was supposed to be. I finally found it and put it on. But when I went out to the pool, I saw that Mrs. Hornibastard and her two friends were swimming naked.
To avoid looking like the fuddy-duddy that I was often accused of being, I went back inside, took off my swim trunks and re-emerged with a towel wrapped around my waist.
I’d done plenty of skinny dipping during my college years. At first, this didn’t seem that different.
But it WAS different.
We were skinny dipping in a very nice backyard pool in Menteng, an upscale Jakarta neighborhood rather than in a Texas Hill Country lake. The crowd in our back yard pool was much smaller - maybe the better word is “intimate” - three women and I was the only guy. With its 18 foot high stone walls, our backyard afforded total privacy from prying eyes.
But apart from the locale and crowd size, the first couple of times we had guests join us skinny dipping were no big deal.
But my habit of making potent margaritas soon started to make a big difference. Those margaritas loosened everyone’s inhibitions ...
... except Mrs. Hornibastard’s.
She didn’t seem to have any inhibitions that requred loosening.
Mrs. Hornibastard soon began entertaining her friends by doing all she could to make me horny. Apparently Mrs. Hornibastard wasn’t satisfied that her friends would finally see the “big American dick” she had told them all about. She wanted her friends to see what a big American dick looks like when it’s at DEFCON 1.
With Mrs. Hornibastard plus one or two more young, naked and flirtatious Indonesian women cavorting in my pool, you might imagine that I would have quickly passed out from a lack of blood supply to my brain. But you’d be wrong. I mostly managed to keep my cool. Yes, it’s true that my trusty life-long companion, “Pink Floyd,” was usually a lot “fluffier” than normal most of the time, but I avoided any gruesomely obscene public displays of tumescent, unrequited lust by re-immersing myself in the cool pool water whenever I felt the DEFCON level rising out of control.
There was certainly abundant temptation.
________________________________________
Eyefuls IN the Water:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4400
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4399
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4398
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4397
... and OUT of the Water:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4407
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4408
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4410
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4411
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4412
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With the margaritas flowing every Sunday afternoon, our guests soon began emulating Mrs. Hornibastard’s provocative antics and giggling about the resulting impacts on the posture of my previously dangling participle.
There were some sights that never failed to get my motor running.
We had an outdoor shower next to the pool. Our guests were encouraged to use the outdoor shower when they finished in the pool and were heading back inside the house. I was NEVER able to watch the ladies washing themselves or each other off in the shower without Pink Floyd immediately going to DEFCON 1.
________________________________________
Steamy Outdoor Showers:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4415
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4413
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4414
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Mrs. Hornibastard sometimes asked me to freshen our guest’s margaritas when they ran low. This required me to get out of the pool, walk over to wherever her thirsty friend was, collect her glass, stroll over to the porch where we kept the pitcher of margaritas and the bucket of ice, then parade back to deliver the refreshened margarita to our guest. The drunker the guests became, the more provocative the pose some of them struck as I approached with the new drink.
________________________________________
Waiting for Her Margarita Re-fill:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4403
________________________________________
I suspected their provocative poses were primarily intended to elicit giggles from Hornibastard and any others watching rather than as tempting invitations for me to visit their protected wetlands.
We only once had more than two guests join us skinny dipping. Although Mrs. Hornibastard had many friends, only a small subset were deemed sufficiently liberally minded and trustworthy to be suitable skinny dipping invitees. Some only joined us once or twice. But a few joined us repetitively.
Sri was among our elite, frequent guests. Her husband was living in Dubai working in construction. Thus, she had a lot of time on her hands as well as a lot of pent up sexual energy. She was easily the biggest cock-tease among Mrs. Hornibastard’ s friends.
With her svelte, sexy Asian figure, stunning smile and ferocious come hither looks, Sri could even make a blind man take a second look.
One Sunday afternoon when she and Alina were our two skinny dipping guests, Sri used the nuclear option in her cock-teasing arsenal. While sunning herself beside the pool, she decided she needed more suntan lotion. The bottle of lotion was on a table near me. Mrs. Hornibastard asked me to take the lotion to Sri.
Lying face down, Sri pointed to her back and said, “tolong, aki ingin dibantuin” (please, I’d like some assistance) as I approached.
I considered it both and honor and privilege to be asked to rub suntan lotion onto Sri’s exquisite backside. When I eventually got around to rubbing the lotion onto the back of her legs, she thoughtfully spread them wider, providing me easier access. The view was breathtaking.
As I rubbed more lotion onto butt and her inner thighs, Sri spread her sexy legs a bit further still and rotated her hips slightly, wordlessly requesting that I ensure I didn’t miss any critical areas.
Pink Floyd immediately went to DEFCON 1!
When I was finished rubbing the lotion onto her back side, Sri immediately flipped onto her back. She smiled wickedly as she took note of Pink Floyd’s stiff salute and requested similar treatment on her front side.
It’s tough to refuse the request of a beautiful naked lady.
Gentleman that I am, I dutifully squeezed more lotion onto my hands and went to work. I was thorough. I saw no need to hurry. Saving the best bits until the last, I finally began applying lotion to Sri’s legs. She again thoughtfully spread them wider giving me unparalleled access as I worked my way north.
My brain, fogged by the margaritas and my blood stream awash with testosterone, I didn’t give a second thought to who might be watching me now.
As my slippery hands finally arrived at Sri’s Y, she struck the most inviting pose possible.
________________________________________
Needing Help Applying Suntan Lotion:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4372
________________________________________
I was now far beyond DEFCON 1 and was so eager to plunge into battle glans first.
How I managed to restrain myself is beyond me. I believe I deserved a medal (the “Purple Pecker”) for my remarkable restraint.
I remained focused and conscientiously avoided getting any suntan lotion inside Sri’s pink love canal. I was afraid it might sting.
As I finished the task, Sri raised herself up onto her elbows so she could assess how well I had applied the suntan lotion. Then, pointing at my previously dangling participle that had now become the meaty exclamation point eloquently summing up my mental state, Sri asked in a voice dripping with exaggerated little girl innocence , ”kenapa itu berdiri?” (why is that standing up?).
From the patio lounge chairs a few steps away, Mrs. Hornibastard and Alina could be heard erupting into hysterical laughter.
... to be continued in Part Four ...
Skinny Dipping Paradise
... continued from Part Two: https://tuscl.net/discussion.php?id=7162…
After our return from Bali, Mrs. Hornibastard began asking if she could invite a friend or two to join us in the pool. I was initially reluctant to have anyone join us. I felt it would cramp our style. If we had guests, I assumed we would not be skinny dipping and that Mea. Hornibastard and I certainly wouldn’t be fucking outdoors (something I really looked forward to).
But she persisted in pleading with me. Eventually I felt bad about always refusing her requests. So I finally relented and agreed that she could invite a guest or two.
Mrs. Hornibastard was elated. She said her friends (many of whom had not yet even met me) were asking lots of questions about me.
I was intrigued. “What questions do they ask about me?”
“Just about everything! Women love to talk to each other about their husbands and boyfriends. My friends are especially curious about you because you are foreign. They will be pleased to finally meet the man I’ve been bragging about. They want to see for themselves if it’s true what people say about American men compared to Asian men.”
“Is THAT why you sent some of our very private, personal photos to your girl friends back then?” I asked, suddenly remembering Mrs. Hornibastard’s hugely irresponsible leaking of our highly classified photos many years ago.
________________________________________
Leaked Classified Personal Photo:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4307
________________________________________
“Of course!” Mrs. Hornibastard replied showing no remorse whatsoever.
The first time two of Mrs. Hornibastard’s friends joined us for an afternoon in the pool, I wasted a lot of time trying to find my swimsuit. It wasn’t where it was supposed to be. I finally found it and put it on. But when I went out to the pool, I saw that Mrs. Hornibastard and her two friends were swimming naked.
To avoid looking like the fuddy-duddy that I was often accused of being, I went back inside, took off my swim trunks and re-emerged with a towel wrapped around my waist.
I’d done plenty of skinny dipping during my college years. At first, this didn’t seem that different.
But it WAS different.
We were skinny dipping in a very nice backyard pool in Menteng, an upscale Jakarta neighborhood rather than in a Texas Hill Country lake. The crowd in our back yard pool was much smaller - maybe the better word is “intimate” - three women and I was the only guy. With its 18 foot high stone walls, our backyard afforded total privacy from prying eyes.
But apart from the locale and crowd size, the first couple of times we had guests join us skinny dipping were no big deal.
But my habit of making potent margaritas soon started to make a big difference. Those margaritas loosened everyone’s inhibitions ...
... except Mrs. Hornibastard’s.
She didn’t seem to have any inhibitions that requred loosening.
Mrs. Hornibastard soon began entertaining her friends by doing all she could to make me horny. Apparently Mrs. Hornibastard wasn’t satisfied that her friends would finally see the “big American dick” she had told them all about. She wanted her friends to see what a big American dick looks like when it’s at DEFCON 1.
With Mrs. Hornibastard plus one or two more young, naked and flirtatious Indonesian women cavorting in my pool, you might imagine that I would have quickly passed out from a lack of blood supply to my brain. But you’d be wrong. I mostly managed to keep my cool. Yes, it’s true that my trusty life-long companion, “Pink Floyd,” was usually a lot “fluffier” than normal most of the time, but I avoided any gruesomely obscene public displays of tumescent, unrequited lust by re-immersing myself in the cool pool water whenever I felt the DEFCON level rising out of control.
There was certainly abundant temptation.
________________________________________
Eyefuls IN the Water:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4400
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4399
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4398
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4397
... and OUT of the Water:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4407
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4408
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4410
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4411
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4412
________________________________________
With the margaritas flowing every Sunday afternoon, our guests soon began emulating Mrs. Hornibastard’s provocative antics and giggling about the resulting impacts on the posture of my previously dangling participle.
There were some sights that never failed to get my motor running.
We had an outdoor shower next to the pool. Our guests were encouraged to use the outdoor shower when they finished in the pool and were heading back inside the house. I was NEVER able to watch the ladies washing themselves or each other off in the shower without Pink Floyd immediately going to DEFCON 1.
________________________________________
Steamy Outdoor Showers:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4415
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4413
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4414
________________________________________
Mrs. Hornibastard sometimes asked me to freshen our guest’s margaritas when they ran low. This required me to get out of the pool, walk over to wherever her thirsty friend was, collect her glass, stroll over to the porch where we kept the pitcher of margaritas and the bucket of ice, then parade back to deliver the refreshened margarita to our guest. The drunker the guests became, the more provocative the pose some of them struck as I approached with the new drink.
________________________________________
Waiting for Her Margarita Re-fill:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4403
________________________________________
I suspected their provocative poses were primarily intended to elicit giggles from Hornibastard and any others watching rather than as tempting invitations for me to visit their protected wetlands.
We only once had more than two guests join us skinny dipping. Although Mrs. Hornibastard had many friends, only a small subset were deemed sufficiently liberally minded and trustworthy to be suitable skinny dipping invitees. Some only joined us once or twice. But a few joined us repetitively.
Sri was among our elite, frequent guests. Her husband was living in Dubai working in construction. Thus, she had a lot of time on her hands as well as a lot of pent up sexual energy. She was easily the biggest cock-tease among Mrs. Hornibastard’ s friends.
With her svelte, sexy Asian figure, stunning smile and ferocious come hither looks, Sri could even make a blind man take a second look.
One Sunday afternoon when she and Alina were our two skinny dipping guests, Sri used the nuclear option in her cock-teasing arsenal. While sunning herself beside the pool, she decided she needed more suntan lotion. The bottle of lotion was on a table near me. Mrs. Hornibastard asked me to take the lotion to Sri.
Lying face down, Sri pointed to her back and said, “tolong, aki ingin dibantuin” (please, I’d like some assistance) as I approached.
I considered it both and honor and privilege to be asked to rub suntan lotion onto Sri’s exquisite backside. When I eventually got around to rubbing the lotion onto the back of her legs, she thoughtfully spread them wider, providing me easier access. The view was breathtaking.
As I rubbed more lotion onto butt and her inner thighs, Sri spread her sexy legs a bit further still and rotated her hips slightly, wordlessly requesting that I ensure I didn’t miss any critical areas.
Pink Floyd immediately went to DEFCON 1!
When I was finished rubbing the lotion onto her back side, Sri immediately flipped onto her back. She smiled wickedly as she took note of Pink Floyd’s stiff salute and requested similar treatment on her front side.
It’s tough to refuse the request of a beautiful naked lady.
Gentleman that I am, I dutifully squeezed more lotion onto my hands and went to work. I was thorough. I saw no need to hurry. Saving the best bits until the last, I finally began applying lotion to Sri’s legs. She again thoughtfully spread them wider giving me unparalleled access as I worked my way north.
My brain, fogged by the margaritas and my blood stream awash with testosterone, I didn’t give a second thought to who might be watching me now.
As my slippery hands finally arrived at Sri’s Y, she struck the most inviting pose possible.
________________________________________
Needing Help Applying Suntan Lotion:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4372
________________________________________
I was now far beyond DEFCON 1 and was so eager to plunge into battle glans first.
How I managed to restrain myself is beyond me. I believe I deserved a medal (the “Purple Pecker”) for my remarkable restraint.
I remained focused and conscientiously avoided getting any suntan lotion inside Sri’s pink love canal. I was afraid it might sting.
As I finished the task, Sri raised herself up onto her elbows so she could assess how well I had applied the suntan lotion. Then, pointing at my previously dangling participle that had now become the meaty exclamation point eloquently summing up my mental state, Sri asked in a voice dripping with exaggerated little girl innocence , ”kenapa itu berdiri?” (why is that standing up?).
From the patio lounge chairs a few steps away, Mrs. Hornibastard and Alina could be heard erupting into hysterical laughter.
... to be continued in Part Four ...
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