- Sun Jul 21, 2013 1:19 pm
#27791
Always noticed Garden of Eden, the clothing optional bar on a 3rd floor rooftop in Key West but had never been up. On her first visit for her first Fantasy Fest my wife asked if I wanted to go. Did I? While we stood at the bar in the noontime sun and ordered drinks from the scantily clothed barmaid I removed all of my clothes. Most of the folks at the bar were male and mostly locals judging from the conversations. She had on a relatively modest outfit, shorts and a t-shirt. She was still the center of attention, the best looking woman there. She was 32 at the time but, honestly, she looked 23. Her little girl voice added to the allure.
I rented towels and as we were moving over to two deck chairs a guy who had seated himself next to us asked if he could join us. He had already disrobed, too. We both nodded and we pulled the 3 deck chairs into what little shade we could find.
We got comfortable and the new friend kept buying us drinks. After just a little while my wife removed her t-shirt and bra. I was a little surprised and he seemed delighted. He mentioned that we must be swingers. We both laughed and explained that this was about as much "swinging" as either of us had ever done. He told us that he regularly visited nudist resorts all over the country, including our area, and that some of them were oriented towards swingers and others were not.
After several of the drinks that he brought her my wife announced calmly that she would probably keep her bottom on as she removed her shorts and lounged back in only her panties. I was surprised again that she was that bold. She's no prude but she always seems to worry about pictures showing up. In a few minutes I asked if she was sure that she didn't want to get naked. The stranger, Dave by now, offered "Yeah, why don't you take them off. I'd love to see that booty."
Well, I figured, that's the end of that. Nope. She obediently stood up, removed her panties and stretched back out. He asked her to stand up and turn around so that he could have a better look. She did.
He began to comment on the size and shapes of penises. I remarked that she wasn't really that interested in dicks. She had more of a thing for balls. She feigned embarrassment and I asked if it was not true. She coyly admitted that it was. Most of the conversation stayed in the mildly ribald vein. Another guy came up and asked if he could pull up another lounge chair and join us. She helped him drag the chair into our little patch of shade while Dave grumbled.
She announced that she was going down to the second floor bar to use the restroom. Wrapped in her rented towel she left us to talk. The newcomer kept asking me if I knew how lucky I was.
She came back and the two of us strolled around the edge of the rooftop. It was pretty obvious that it was no coincidence that cell phones came out whenever we passed a new group. I mentioned it because of her worries and she replied that she didn't care. She mentioned that it seemed to her that maybe Dave was gay. When I mentioned the "booty" remark and the fact that he kept mentioning his date who was back at the hotel she agreed that he was probably straight.
As we showered under the garden hose setup in one corner Dave stood at the edge and watched. She didn't seem to mind. In fact she had me scrub her down pretty thoroughly. he was a fine, polite audience. Others could see us clearly, too, but he stood right there with us.
With the 3 of us locked in frisky conversation we were approached by another naked man. He had a bag of colored chalk in his hand. I had seen him earlier by the staircase, squatting down, drawing on the concrete floor. He offered up a little spiel about having given up the pursuit of money in search of art and the beauty of the female form. He asked if he could draw her. She passively agreed and he asked for my permission. He knelt at the foot of her lounge chair and began to sketch. Every now and then he would ask, "Still," or "Don't move!" When he finished the newer of the two friends made fun of the work and excused himself, thanking us for the hospitality. I mentioned that the "artist" had merely positioned himself to look up her pussy. "I don't care," was the reply again.
As we packed and dressed together Dave exchanged cell numbers and asked if she wanted to touch his balls.Now there are signs posted at the bar explaining that no overtly sexual activity will be tolerated. Not sure what constitutes overt sexual activity. Finally she asked if I minded. I tapped his balls lightly and told her that it was okay with me. She cupped them in one hand and smiled and told him that we would see him the next day, Saturday, parade day. We dressed and went back to our hotel. Sex was wild that night and Dave was the subject of all talk.
"Would you fuck Dave if he was here?"
"No."
"Do you wish that he was here to watch and hold your legs back while I fuck you?"
"Yes!"
If you have any interest I'll post about day2.
I rented towels and as we were moving over to two deck chairs a guy who had seated himself next to us asked if he could join us. He had already disrobed, too. We both nodded and we pulled the 3 deck chairs into what little shade we could find.
We got comfortable and the new friend kept buying us drinks. After just a little while my wife removed her t-shirt and bra. I was a little surprised and he seemed delighted. He mentioned that we must be swingers. We both laughed and explained that this was about as much "swinging" as either of us had ever done. He told us that he regularly visited nudist resorts all over the country, including our area, and that some of them were oriented towards swingers and others were not.
After several of the drinks that he brought her my wife announced calmly that she would probably keep her bottom on as she removed her shorts and lounged back in only her panties. I was surprised again that she was that bold. She's no prude but she always seems to worry about pictures showing up. In a few minutes I asked if she was sure that she didn't want to get naked. The stranger, Dave by now, offered "Yeah, why don't you take them off. I'd love to see that booty."
Well, I figured, that's the end of that. Nope. She obediently stood up, removed her panties and stretched back out. He asked her to stand up and turn around so that he could have a better look. She did.
He began to comment on the size and shapes of penises. I remarked that she wasn't really that interested in dicks. She had more of a thing for balls. She feigned embarrassment and I asked if it was not true. She coyly admitted that it was. Most of the conversation stayed in the mildly ribald vein. Another guy came up and asked if he could pull up another lounge chair and join us. She helped him drag the chair into our little patch of shade while Dave grumbled.
She announced that she was going down to the second floor bar to use the restroom. Wrapped in her rented towel she left us to talk. The newcomer kept asking me if I knew how lucky I was.
She came back and the two of us strolled around the edge of the rooftop. It was pretty obvious that it was no coincidence that cell phones came out whenever we passed a new group. I mentioned it because of her worries and she replied that she didn't care. She mentioned that it seemed to her that maybe Dave was gay. When I mentioned the "booty" remark and the fact that he kept mentioning his date who was back at the hotel she agreed that he was probably straight.
As we showered under the garden hose setup in one corner Dave stood at the edge and watched. She didn't seem to mind. In fact she had me scrub her down pretty thoroughly. he was a fine, polite audience. Others could see us clearly, too, but he stood right there with us.
With the 3 of us locked in frisky conversation we were approached by another naked man. He had a bag of colored chalk in his hand. I had seen him earlier by the staircase, squatting down, drawing on the concrete floor. He offered up a little spiel about having given up the pursuit of money in search of art and the beauty of the female form. He asked if he could draw her. She passively agreed and he asked for my permission. He knelt at the foot of her lounge chair and began to sketch. Every now and then he would ask, "Still," or "Don't move!" When he finished the newer of the two friends made fun of the work and excused himself, thanking us for the hospitality. I mentioned that the "artist" had merely positioned himself to look up her pussy. "I don't care," was the reply again.
As we packed and dressed together Dave exchanged cell numbers and asked if she wanted to touch his balls.Now there are signs posted at the bar explaining that no overtly sexual activity will be tolerated. Not sure what constitutes overt sexual activity. Finally she asked if I minded. I tapped his balls lightly and told her that it was okay with me. She cupped them in one hand and smiled and told him that we would see him the next day, Saturday, parade day. We dressed and went back to our hotel. Sex was wild that night and Dave was the subject of all talk.
"Would you fuck Dave if he was here?"
"No."
"Do you wish that he was here to watch and hold your legs back while I fuck you?"
"Yes!"
If you have any interest I'll post about day2.
- By johnforbes