The young couple moved into their new home with a large back yard. They used to do their nude yoga routine in the city, inside their apartment. But now they had an opportunity to use their new property to enjoy a routine in the sun and breeze. One problem remained, they had privacy issues. The foliage on each side of the property took care of the problem, but the folks who lived on the next street could clearly view their back yard. The solution? They moved all of their potted plants outside to build a foliage wall. He pulled an area rug out to use as a base. Now they were free to play.
Day 543. The island has plenty of food and fresh water, but no inhabitants, save us. Our clothes have deteriorated into unwearable rags and we have discarded them. No use making clothes out of foliage, there is no need to waste our energy on making uncomfortable coverings, our modesty is gone. We have little to do.
One escape for us has been sex. My vasectomy from years past has precluded any chance of pregnancy, so we have taken to performing the act in any way shape or form we want to explore. Strangers before the accident; thrown together by circumstance and by the death our compatriots, I have come to admire my companion’s beauty and her appetite for stimulation which thankfully matches my own. We soldier on.
Casino owner and real estate magnate Derick Thorpe sat in his art deco office with his entourage of sidekicks and hired assistants, all of them clueless about what was on the agenda. Thorpe, up all night visiting his casino and attending the floor show of his headline attractions, was still in his evening formal attire. Despite the long day, he still looked the part of the dapper Vegas playboy. His sidekick John, martini still in hand, was his reliable soundboard. He drank too much but always gave his unvarnished opinion, something akin to a court jester.
“I’ve called you all here to get your impressions of the new chorus line ensemble. Please come in, now. Stand in the sunlight so we can get a good view. It’s a fair simulation of a spotlight.
The headdress is a reproduction from the 20’s I purchased from an east coast antique dealer and had copied.
Some of you have been with me all night and are dog-tired. Others are starting their day. I want everyone’s input.”
The group was silent for a few seconds.
“Comments?”
“I love it. A lot less coverage than the old costumes, but who’s complaining?. The men in the room at will be riveted. But it’s key to have entire line of dancers as well endowed.” John opined.
“What about the ladies?”
“I’m glad you asked. Gentlemen.” Two sculpted models entered the room clad in matching g-strings and a few bits of ornament. They knelt at either side of the dancer striking poses. “Very nice. Please stand and turn around slowly so we can see all angles.”
“Now you’re talking. Something for everybody.” said Lisa.
“Opulent, elegant, risqué. A great combination.”
He then addressed the models. “Any objections? Please be honest.”
The dancer responded. “Well, I’ve worn less, in decidedly lower class settings. The headdress is a bit heavy, but I’m getting used to it. And for what you are offering in salary, I’m delighted, as long as the room is warm.”
“Is it cold in here?” John joked, staring at the dancers erect nipples.
“Gentlemen?”
“No complaints. It sure beats being a bouncer. Much shorter hours and four times the pay.”
“Peacocks are symbolic of wealth, opulence and also naughtiness, I did homework.” said Derick. And with the right choreography, I think we’ll have a hit. “Very well. We’ll proceed. Thanks everyone.”
It took weeks of persuasion and cajoling his new bride until she finally agreed. They were going to make love on the patio this fine summer morning. He undressed her slowly in the the bedroom, and then, taking her by the hand, they walked outside nude, the sun and the wind on their bodies a unique treat. "The sun and breeze feel so amazing."
"See? I told you. I'm so glad you said yes. You look fantastic in the sun, in your birthday suit." Kisses and foreplay culminated with her on top, in a position rarely attempted, bouncing up and down on his ample pole. She was getting into it, having such a good time their amorous cries could be heard by some of the neighbors. It was well worth it.
[Sincopation] Beauty Comes in All Shapes and Sizes
"Good morning ladies, you've been booked for the shoot this morning because you represent a diverse portrait of naked beauty. Let's begin. I have some poses I want to try, but right now please pose however you'd like to."
Skinny or thick? Dark or light? Big boobs or small? Blonde, brunette, or redhead? They all have their charms.
I like to get up early and watch the sun rise. Most people on vacation like to sleep in. On this morning the resort beach was almost deserted, the vacationers sleeping off the previous night’s partying. All except one couple. They walked up from the water to the outdoor showers. They couldn’t see me. I was sitting behind a wind screen looking at the sunrise when I spotted the couple. Looking around, and seeing no one, they stripped off their suits and began fucking right there in public view. They could have gone in the changing room directly behind them, but seemed to revel in their exhibitionism. I had a telephoto lens which gave me a ring side seat.
She was outside of the stables that abutted their estate, about to make her ride, when Lord Godiva confronted his wife, completely naked as well. “Shocking to see someone naked when you don’t expect it, isn’t it my dear? Going somewhere?" A pregnant pause ensued. "I’ll be practical, I’ve known about your little rides for some time. So, If you insist on riding around the countryside naked, I must insist you perform your wifely duties before you leave.” Lord Godiva mounted the horse. “Hop up here and demonstrate your equine prowess." "Yes, My Liege, I'd be delighted."
They had been dating for a few weeks,and were at the point in the relationship where they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. They went back to his apartment on a warm summer evening, and stood on the balcony looking over the city.
He was caressing her, his hands running over the thin material of her summer dress. He couldn’t help but notice she wasn't wearing a bra, and when he caressed her bottom, it was obvious she was not wearing panties. His hand pushed the material of her dress over her buttocks, with no resistance or seams. Just smooth skin beneath.
A breeze picked up, lifting the front of her skirt, exposing her bare thighs. At the same time he lowered the straps of her dress along her arms, exposing her beautiful breasts.
“Why sir, are you trying to disrobe me?” “I’m just cooperating with the wind, we both want to see you naked.” “There may be people watching.”
“Does that bother you?” With that she let the dress fall to the floor, she stood on the balcony in just her shoes and jewelry, striking a pose. She looked amazing, naked in the moonlight.
"Then let everyone have a free show." “I only care about two people. You and me.”
[Sincopation] Mary Turns the Tables
Ah, Lord Bellingham, you thought you could sneak in here and quietly do away with me while I’m naked and defenseless? Think again.
"I have an important session of the Senate today, I may be named consul. Come over here, take your chiton off, and get on top of me for a good luck fuck." Obediently and enthusiastically she complied.
Two centurions returning from the Gallic wars arrived in the city on the Feast of Bacchus. They entered the temple of Venus to supplicate themselves to the temple priestesses and to entreat them to fulfill their sacred duties to the goddess. "We call upon the priestesses of the temple to be true to Bacchus, and to Venus, the goddess of love." On the feast day of Bacchus, those who joined in were believed to have used intoxicants, entheogens, dance, and music to encourage participants to shrug off social constraints and return to their natural primal state. The priestesses joined in the ceremony, stripped naked and drank the elixir. They started to make love on the temple floor. Everyone could participate, even if they were slaves, outlaws, or non-citizens. There were mystical elements from the Dionysian Mysteries that were adopted by the Roman gods Venus and Bacchus. It was a Mystery religion reserved for initiates, but the festivals were open to the general public. It is thought that the intoxicants and the trance states during the rituals allowed the god to take possession of his followers and grant them ecstasy.
[Sincopation] Made to Dance Nude
The emperor had his favorite dance troupe perform at the gathering, and after the guests had eaten and drank his best wine, he turned to the troupe's leader, requesting a special dance. This one was to be performed in the nude. The dancers did not normally perform this way, but this was an imperial request. Overheard in public, there was no way to disappoint the royal court, whose men (and some of the women) were now keenly interested. All eyes were now on the three buxom dancers. Abashed and smiling nervously they complied with emperor's wishes.
Here he came, sporting a raging hard on, walking down the nude beach in a casual stroll. A woman sunning nearby turned and stood staring at his erect state. As he walked by he couldn’t help but notice her attention. She was lovely, a bit shy with her straw hat used defensively to keep people from oogling her. She had a superb figure, of what he could see. “Hi. I know, I know, what’s up with me? My friends thought they would have a good laugh slipping me a Viagra, making my wooden state more-or-less permanent for a few hours. It’s beyond my control so I’m ignoring it. “Well it’s kind of hard to ignore. Have you tried going for a swim?” I did, but it had no effect. It’s supposed to last another three or four hours I’m told.” “What about, you know, if you...come?” “I’d need some help with that, and I’m not sure it would work.” “Why don’t you join me and we can find out?
When I returned with the drinks, Beata was wearing only her shoes, otherwise completely nude. Her clothes were nowhere in sight. She was lying on the loveseat displaying her charms quite openly. “The decor inspired me. Would you like to paint me, or maybe we could do something else?” She then started to tease me by playing with herself. I had to admit it was working.
"Remind me again why I had to bring my pumps on a camping trip?" "So I can capture you in all your naked glory, in the sunset, like this. I want to remember the moment. Put your leg up and look back at me. That's it.... wonderful." "You really think my body is hot?" "My dear, you have curves in all the right places. The light is perfect. Your smile is ideal. I'm getting hard just looking at you." "We'll have to do something about that." "I was hoping you'd say that."
Naked Yoga in the Garden
