𝔼𝕕𝕖𝕟 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕏𝕀: 𝔼𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕣

It was Friday evening and Scheveningen was very popular during this time. An attraction for tourists. Or… for beach employees who meet or visit each other. Like last time, I met her at our secluded spot near the coast. The sailboats and kites were camouflaged around us. Little chance that someone could see us. She didn’t really care. She was welcome for an incident with me. This wavy girl from the beach club. I texted her with my old Sony Ericsson and she arrived. Drenched in sweat and smelling of coal furnace, she took off her clothes. Her sun-tanned body was already wrapped in a bathing suit so she could swim immediately. I got up and went into the sea with her. The rays of the descending sun completed a beautiful aura as she stood directly in front of it. “Do you actually know how close the sharks are here?” she asked me. It only takes a few tens of meters, I probably replied. “As long as we don’t enter their habitat, we can swim here.” She likes sensation and was very adventurous. A whole world of adventure has also opened up for me since I started working on the beach, I told her.

“Beach workers are very open and flexible people,” she said as we swam back to our beach towels. When we had dried off, we sat down and opened two bottles of IPA. “It’s a nice introduction.” “Cheers,” I said back. In the meantime, the sun continued to sink. We lay on our backs and stared at the blue sky and our feet. “A little awkwardly, she took her feet down when she noticed that I saw her damaged nails.” “No stress, that’s ok, I told her”. “It’s caused by walking for a long time, your feet break down” I gave her some tips that she could use. She looked at my feet. “What do you think? I asked her a bit playfully.” “Remarkably soft for a man and not even the well-known calloused heel. But the well-known toe phalanx extension tells that you are included into the same branche.

I nodded yes confirmative. “Taking foot baths with aloe vera three times a week ensures soft feet I eventually gave her as a remedy. “And wear socks in your shoes” She never wore socks, so her feet were damaged more quickly due to the constant friction. She was not feminine in her care, she gave as an excuse. That’s why she never wore make-up. No problem and no objection was my response to her apology. Natural beauty is what defines real people from fake.

She came closer and let me smell her neck. It just smells normal but slightly spicy. “Haha, that’s my body’s own scent.” As a nomad, she had led a secluded life on a prairie in England. But the isolation brought loneliness. Especially since her companion did not allow additional members to join the tribe. “members?” I asked curiously. She explained that she wanted to have a tribe of naturists. Only dark members were not admitted, much to her annoyance. “Wait, you’re naturists and your boyfriend is racist?” “Yes was her answer” That’s why she left for the Netherlands for her summer job and currently lives with a friend’s family. Actually, she wanted to escape from the boring life with her boyfriend. She was free, but not happy.

She found happiness on the beach. Because when I told her that I am also a naturist, she almost jumped off her beach towel. “There’s a nudist beach further down here,” she gave a little hint. “I go there sometimes.” At that moment I knew that the question sentence had to come now and that I should not take too long to respond to her hint. I could see in her eyes that she was waiting for the question. “If you want, we can go together sometime” “That’s fine, I asked a few colleagues, but they didn’t want to,” she said. “Tomorrow after work? I tried to confirm. She said yes. Tomorrow was a long hot day ahead, I saw on the weather map.

We met the next day after our shift at the same place and walked barefoot through the gravel and the salt water along the coastline to the nudist beach. I was a little nervous. I barely knew her and remember the first time I ordered an ice cream from her beach club she was working at and a little later she came and sat with me. We have been together ever since and were now on the nudist beach. ‘This seems like a good place,’ she said very naturally, as if she had found a nice spot.’ We stood on the hot sand and took off our clothes spontaneously, without saying a word. We looked at each other and then sat down on our beach towels. Her breasts had a classic shape that complimented her shape. Freckles on her body and lush public hair. She was a true naturist au naturel. A beauty.

She was very surprised by my openness and body positivity. “I have been a reliable fine art model and to be honest, I see a body purely as a shell of our soul.” “You can make or present it as beautiful or ugly as possible.” It made her blush when she added that some people confuse naturism with exhibitionism. “What it comes down to is a statement.” “In fact, a naturist does not make any declaration or statement.” “A naturist simply enjoys being naked.” “Actually a modern rebel against the old-fashionedness of boredom.” “Rebellion is a form of expression.” ‘But more as a way of life than as an emphasis on statement.” ‘The nudist is visible but the emphasis is not on that.” “In art, nudity is a form of expression and at the same time not exhibitionism.” “People immediately associate nudity with sex.” “And that’s not it, I’d like to give it a go.” “I think it’s beautiful when someone becomes part of nature so freely and savagely and can feel wonderfully connected to it without any judgment about thoughts of yourself or someone else.” “That is the true essence of being free.” “If you think you are beautiful and are confident, you will radiate this powerfully, regardless of the opinion of others.” “The people will be there” “But they are there precisely because of your radiation of self-awareness and self-confidence.” “I like you,” she said.

She hopped a little closer. “Can I come into your space abundantly,” she asked teasingly. “You are free to come closer.” I replied. We sat on my beach towel and wrapped her beach towel around our naked bodies. Summer hits on her self-composed playlist gave shape to the evening. When the night fell she asked me to sleep with her moreover we both didn’t feel like cycling back to home.

On the way to her villa where she stayed during the summer, I asked about her girlfriend. “Yes, I did have sex with her,” she said spontaneously. She was openly lesbian. “I…am pansexual I told her. “Cool! You fall for everything, right?” She asked. “That’s right,” I replied. “So you can also fall in love with a lesbian or a straight man.” I don’t make any distinction, it’s automatic, I explained. She introduced me to Phoebe aka her “sweetheart” when we arrived at the villa. “If you want to freshen up, you can do it there.” I used it and rinsed the sand from my hair and the dried salt on my body seeped with the soft flow of the shower through the gutter. Footsteps approached. A quite older woman dressed in a suit promptly entered and looked at me. “Who the fuck is this?” I muttered under my breath. “Oh…you must be the guest,” she said. “Good evening!”

I quickly put my towel over my crotch and politely shook her hand. “I’m Danny and I work a little further here on the beach and i know your sister from a few tents next to.”

“Pleased to meet you Danny. I’m Eleanor”.

“And uhhh i am not her sister I’m her friend’s mother hihi.”

“Mother!” I replied back somewhat shocked.

She looked at me with her curieus mysterious eyes and without further ado she took off her clothes and stood under the shower. “I hope she told us that we live a naturist life”, she asked gently. “Uhh..yes no problem”, i answered. “Are you gay too?”, she wondered.  “It depends whether i label you as gender or not”, i replied with a smile.

“You dont see them as seperate genders?”,she continued asking.

“I dont see gender at all, just person.” “I like people not gender”

“Yes?!!”, responded Eleanor.

Apparently a portal had opened for her. I realized that Mary and Phoebe usually brought gay people with her since they are gay. But I was the exception to the rule. Eleanor saw possibilities and immediately seized her chance. She got out of the shower, checked to make sure no one was in the hallway and then closed and locked the shower door. ” do you think I’m pretty?”, she asked me without hesitating. My eyes scanned her from head to toe. A sweet looking face with light crow’s feet and curls at the lips when she smiled. For someone of 48, she was still in pretty good shape. Elenear had nice round breasts. Symmetrically balanced. Her areolas are a breathable summer attraction. A small scar under her left breast. Hips that flowed flawlessly into her strong thighs. The drops of water glistened in her lush public hair that concealed her vagina like a down curtain. Natural was apparently in, I thought. As a primary school director, her legs had to endure a lot. Her feet pointed towards this. Beautiful small slim feet with natural nail polish. The big toes slightly inward. It was perfect. She enjoyed how I studied her thoroughly. Where is the line between naturism and exhibitionism?, I thought. Or is it because we are so saturated that it is natural that we hardly think about how beautiful we really are? She looked at me sultry with her black mysterious eyes. I was sucked in with it. I just went along.

My bulge through my towel accidentally bumped her. She turned around and shuffled her butt against my crotch. She pulled the towel away. I peered at her venus holes on her back and got lost in the freckles on her back. “Ah my freckles on my back, it’s because of the sun.” “I have it too,” I said. “Melatonin.”, i explained. I caressed her lower back and buttocks. She giggled shyly. She then turned around me and I felt her watching me. I felt being watched in a pleasant way. If felt like i was being adored. Worsipped by het naughty undressing look. She brought her fingers to my chest hair and “inspected” my torso. She took it very seriously. I felt so pure..and very exciting at the same time. She felt me getting harder and she brought it to her vagina. A slippery wet sheath of her horniness surrounded my penis. “Do it slowly, she commanded. I was completely overwhelmed because she understands. Foreplay… She knew how to conduct me very well.

I was just a string in the orchestra she accompanied. She grabbed a towel and rolled it up and placed it on the tile surface of the shower. “Hold me,” she said as she leaned back and slowly let me into her. “Good angle huh,” she said. Did you already know this one? “No not yet”, I said. “I don’t always succeed in standing,” “I’m not very practiced there,” she explained. Did she just hint at doggy style? “I want to try it”,I told her. “Not now.. later”, she said. “Come on, let’s rinse off”, when she grabbed our towels.

After I was dressed in her guest bathrobe, I walked her to the front room of her villa. Mary and the Phoebe were nowhere to be found. Eleanor pointed out the large window. Two naked ladies waved back as they playfully splashed around in the jacuzzi. Mary and Phoebe had a great time. On their table there is a cooling sleeve with chardonnay and two empty glasses. A barely eaten board of bread that served as snacks lay next to it. Eleanor and I took a seat on the large, elongated sofa. She put her feet on the table and saw me staring. “You can do that too, be at home,” I imitated her. She brought a bottle of Prosecco and poured two glasses. “Do you like this?” she asked. “I like everything,” I said “But of course, she jokingly hinted at my sexual orientation” “Hmmm.. first pansexual I know”, and I think that is very unique” “We should toast that!” It was becoming a pleasant evening and Mary and Phoebe joined us. Phoebe told me that she had met Mary through a nudist forum and thus came into contact with each other. She was therefore very willing to help her and to free her from her claimvoyantly tyrannical boyfriend. For the time being, Mary could stay here

Only in October would they possibly think about what they were going to do. I told them that I’m pretty much in the same situation. “After working for a call center for years, I chose the catering industry”, I said. “Why did you leave?”, Mary wondered. “I did the same thing for too long and didn’t enjoy it anymore” “I wanted to do something other than calling”. “Actually other aspects within the call center industry”. “After a project change, I was also asked during the intro briefing asked what I wanted to do more.” “But it took too long for me.” “I didnt want to do calling anymore.” “i tried it later some time but no ….thnx.

Mary added, “You’re in the right place in this industry.” “Not too much bullshit.” “Just enjoy working and pursuing your goals and live.” “Do you already know what you’re going to do in October?”,Phoebe asked. “Way too many options”, I told her. “Since I entered the catering industry, I have more control and insight into the course of situations and time management.” “Perhaps I will continue in the catering industry.” “But then in a different branch.” “I want to learn more besides the things i learn at the beach.” “Maybe a cafe, or hotel or cruiseschip.” “And then perhaps in combination with something else.” “Something administrative.” “I can see which way I’m going and what comes my way.”

“How about a bakery?” Phoebe gave as option.

“Hmm that…is a good one”, i nodded.

Mary and Phoebe gave us a good night hug and went to bed drunk. “Let’s go to bed too,” said Eleanor. A warm feeling took possession of me. Would something exciting happen again? My thoughts went back to the bathroom where she hinted at “doggy”.

According to Eleanor, there is an erogenious zone that can only be stimulated from behind.
In her vagina that is.
I had no problem with that.
Not at all..
I wanted to fulfill her wish.
We took off our bathrobes slowly and we touched each other until we got horny. I gave sucking kisses in her neck and sucked her earlobes. Eleanor moaned in pleasure. She kept her body against me and stroked my hair. “Suck them, please.”  Her pointy breasts surrendered to my mouth and tongue. Her moans gave approval to go down. She presses my head against her vagina. A blanket of herbal odeur fills my nostrils. Despite so much hair, it is still well cared for on the inside. This lady knows her stuff! I gently brought my tongue to her vulva. I slid her  along the edges of her labia like a painter. And sucked on her clit. Eleanor went crazy and let out wild screams. Her hands that accompanied my head changed into grasping claws. “Go on please!” “Don’t stop,” Eleanor begged.

I stayed oral and added two fingers inside her.  She went insane. She came.

I looked at her through her legs to her black eyes. No words needed. Her tear-stained face spoke volumes. Eleanor was happy and so was i. “Thank you,” she cried. She pulled me to her and crawled against me. “I’ll give you breakfast duty in the morning,” she said with a wink. I immediately understood what she meant.

She wanted to keep the night to herself because it had been so long since she had experienced this feeling. Since her divorce from her husband 8 years ago, she had been quite in auto sex modus. But not today. And she wanted to enjoy that. Particles of the moment.

“Do you think blind people can dream?”, she asked me.

“Maybe they dream about sounds, smells, tastes or even feelings”, i responded. “And what if we are living ourselves in someones dream?”, she fantasied. This lady kept surprising my mind. She curled up in a fetal position and wrapped my arm around her stomach. This is the moment to enjoy the silence i thought because sleeping in spooning pose  is the most romantic thing there can be after sex. The flashing lights of the lighthouse shone rhythmically through the windows from time to time. The sound of the sea played along to the melody of the night.

Our breaths became synchronized and became slower and slower. Her stomach rose and fell gently. I felt her heart beating through my naked body and went along with her beat in my breath ryhtym. My thoughts now wondered what else awaited me. One month of working in Scheveningen already brought so much prosperity and love. It was only May i realized. I didn’t care. Enjoy the moment, I thought. Fuck it..I pressed myself more against Eleanor and played with her hair as it fluttered in front of her beautiful closed eyes in the air conditioning. I gave her a kiss on her neck and watched her reflection in the windows and saw her sleeping peacefully…I couldn’t take my eyes off this sweet person.

My soul thanked the universe and then i joined her also entering someones dream…

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Eden Part XII : Mary}