Clothing Optional Resort

I met this cute bartender in a quiet neighborhood bar in the southwest Chicago suburbs. I knew she liked me and she would hug me tightly whenever I left even though she knew I was married. I'd stop in every time she was working just to have two quick drinks and flirt.

One Friday when I knew I was going to be by myself and she was off, I invited her on a little one hour road trip. Took her to a nude resort (Sun Aura) in Roselawn Indiana. As we pulled in. I explained where we are. She was not phased in the slightest. In fact, she was very intrigued.

After we checked in we went to the cabin I had booked. She had a bathing suit but said she needed to use the bathroom to tidy up downstairs. She came out in a small bikini that her beautiful fake boobs were busting out. I was naked and told her there was really no need for the suit.

We stepped outside and took a bag cooler to a secluded area known as the dunes. We laid out a large blanket and cracked open a couple of drinks. She was lying on her back and I was lying on my stomach. After a while I asked her if I could touch her breasts as I never felt fake boobs. she agreed and light moan escaped her lips as my fingers rubbed across her beautiful chest and nipples.

My cock was starting to grow to its full 7 in and I had to turn on my side. She looked over at it it and smiled in appreciation. Soon my fingers were running down to her pussy. Her lips were soft and wet. Although there was nobody around, we were outdoors and getting caught was a real possibility. She was getting so turned on I don't think she cared.

After a lot of foreplay I took her doggy style so I could keep a lookout for any approaching people. The sex was hard and fast in between the sound of my balls slapping against her the only other noise was her moans. I came deep inside of her as the midday sun beat down on our backs. [Gniwerb at yah00]

We were both spent and just lay in each other's arms on the blanket (waving to a few fellow nudists as they passed) until we decided to head back up to the pool area where our cabin was. That was not the end of the day's fun. More to come.