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The Return of Carolyn Lord Ch. 01

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It was the night before her first day at the new job, and 30-year old Miss Carolyn Lord was feeling extremely nervous about the whole thing. It was very late, yet Carolyn still remained in her tub of now-tepid bath water. It was so comforting and peaceful just sitting there. The world outside had become just too confusing for her to ever willingly leave this tub again.

To make herself feel better, she thought about her new well-paid position working for the unusual Mrs. Stevens, but it did not really help.

Mrs. Abigail Stevens was a company’s representative at a disastrous conference which Carolyn had attended two weeks ago. Of course, she was aware that Mrs. Stevens had nothing to do with those terrible things that happened to her that fateful day at the hands of her former co-workers.

Yet, it was still with extreme misgivings that she had accepted the position so strangely offered that Saturday by Mrs. Stevens to be her executive secretary. She didn’t entirely trust the woman, for reasons she couldn’t exactly explain, but she was between jobs at the moment and that always made her feel very insecure.

The way the woman kept staring at her the day of the conference!

With all that had happened, she could still feel Mrs. Stevens’ eyes burning into her own. Weird!

But then, after that one terrible weekend she didn’t feel very secure about much of anything. Except Tamiko, of course. The small Japanese exchange student currently staying with her was the only person Carolyn felt she could be sure of not to try to take advantage of her. She knew she could trust the girl implicitly.

She thought of others who had deliberately violated her trust in them. She had worked diligently as a paralegal in the same law firm for five years, and had earned a position of respect. Her recent betrayal and humiliation at the hands of her supposed co-workers had destroyed her ability to have faith in anyone else, for the moment anyway. It was only Tamiko who had somehow always managed to be present whenever she was needed the most, to rescue her from whatever mess she had gotten herself into at the time.

In fact it was only through the gentle urgings of Tamiko that she had considered the job offer at all.

After that disastrous last Saturday at the firm, Carolyn had wanted absolutely nothing to do with her former co-workers or anyone even remotely associated with them. That next Monday she had mailed in her carefully worded resignation, saying that for reasons of a personal nature she was quitting the firm and for them to box up her personal belongings and leave them for later pickup at the receptionist’s desk. She also mentioned she was entitled to the firm’s standard package of two-months’ severance pay.

It was Tamiko who, by checking with her college professors, discovered that Mrs. Stevens’ company was a highly regarded manufacturer of furniture, among other things. The general consensus was that anyone who had a chance to work there should do so, as it was a profitable company with excellent prospects and had an honest commitment to worker satisfaction.

So Carolyn called the number Mrs. Stevens had left for her on her home answering machine, and arrangements were made to begin the formal process of recruitment. But first, she knew that before she could do anything, she had to finish with her former employers.

As Carolyn had vowed never to set foot in her old firm again, it was of course Tamiko who called to make sure that all was ready and later went to retrieve Carolyn’s things from that hateful place.

Carolyn looked uncertainly at the cardboard box now sitting on her small kitchen table, before she reluctantly began to go through the contents. Aside from her personal effects, in the box Carolyn found a large sealed envelope. It contained a letter of regret for her sudden decision to depart the firm, and a second letter to be used as a reference as needed for her future employers. It also contained a photo taken at the last Christmas party, signed by all the firm’s employees who wished her well on her new endeavors.

The photo she immediately burned in her sink, then flushed the still-smoking ashes down the garbage disposal.

After going back to the envelope, a surprised Carolyn noticed two checks. One was a severance check for six times the amount to which she knew she was entitled. The second was a bonus check of ridiculous size for her efforts in bringing about such a successful conference.

A sudden flash of anger passed through her, then faded to nothing. “Successful!” she muttered. “Successful!” The humiliation of that day came back with a terrifying suddenness, and Carolyn felt faint. She collapsed on one of the two kitchen chairs with a sigh. Carolyn fought to retain her composure as she looked at the two checks in her shaking hand. Tamiko came up behind her and started massaging the tense muscles of her neck.

Carolyn was too tired and too unsure of anything any more to do something as drastic as to follow her first impulse, which was to send both checks back and demand Ataşehir Escort what little was really due her. Setting aside the checks, Carolyn looked over the reference with a grim satisfaction. She then raised it over her head to show it to an eagerly awaiting Tamiko.

“How many ways can you say ‘excellent’?” Carolyn asked her friend dryly.

“How wonderful for you,” Tamiko replied. “But, it is only what you truly deserve.”

“Are you sure?”

Tamiko looked down from the glowing reference to see her beautiful Carolyn sitting before her with silent tears running down her cheeks. Tamiko carefully replaced all of the documents in the envelope and returned it to the box.

Holding her by the hands, the Japanese teenager raised the quietly weeping woman to her feet. Carolyn stood pliantly as Tamiko held the distressed woman tightly in her arms. Carolyn circled her own arms around her friend’s slender waist. She was wondering what would become of her, when Carolyn was startled to suddenly feel Tamiko’s plush lips on her own, while the girl’s hands had begun to knowingly knead Carolyn’s firm buttocks through the fabric of her thin summer shorts and tight panties.

Even with Tamiko’s distractions, Carolyn still felt haunted. She could never get over the disturbing fact that the outbreak of sex-madness which inexplicably erupted throughout the office that horrible Saturday, coincided with the one day she had to go to work without wearing any underclothes at all. She didn’t even have a blouse on with her suit.

Her clothes were not available that day because of an amazing set of circumstances. She had spent the night before at Tamiko’s apartment, following the strange initiation of someone from her old firm into an unusual group of Tamiko’s friends. In the process of the initiation, her own clothes had somehow become so soiled, even damaged, that she had nothing for the office that next day.

She had also experienced some of the most bizarre sex fantasies of her life that strange Friday night. It all seemed so real, too! Thankfully, as Tamiko had explained to her the next day, it was just her own imagination running wild.

It was her secret belief that she herself and her own slutty nature were really to blame for what happened to her at the office on Saturday, that she was the unwitting cause of her own downfall. She couldn’t deny that she had secretly felt deliciously naughty being in the office like that, at least in the beginning. Was that the trigger? She wondered. It was a miserable thought, but one which followed her around her apartment like a dark cloud. It was all her fault!

Even now, with someone who was just staying over a few days trying to comfort her, she guiltily felt a familiar sweet melting sensation begin to penetrate her grief, a slight trembling of anticipation in her belly. Why did she keep reacting to people in such harmless situations in this unnatural way? What was wrong with her?

She knew she felt deeply about this mere girl who was proving to be such a comfort to her in her time of troubles, yet she also knew that Tamiko, like any child, could get a little overly demonstrative at times and this caused Carolyn to get very nervous indeed.

When she felt Tamiko’s tongue start to work its way between her teeth Carolyn felt an urgent need to break off the delightful kiss.

“Tamiko, please!” the blushing Carolyn said. “You know I don’t like it when you do that.” She gently pushed the girl’s hands away from their embarrassing grip on her sensitive behind.

“Yes, I know,” breathed Tamiko as she clamped her mouth over the protesting Carolyn’s once again, her hands returning to the woman’s enchanting buttocks. Tamiko’s tongue dueled with Carolyn’s before taking possession of Carolyn’s moist mouth, running freely inside the woman’s oral cavity before pulling out again.

Tamiko’s sudden assault on her mouth left Carolyn shocked and gasping for air. Tamiko’s kisses always had that effect on her. From the moment their lips would touch, it wouldn’t matter where they were or what they were doing, but Carolyn could feel this electric charge surge through her entire being, and she would go positively limp. No one had ever had that effect on her before and she just did not understand it!

Of course, there was quite a few things going on in her life right now that she found absolutely baffling. Normally a very decent person, Carolyn knew that her young friend had this strange habit of taking her completely by surprise with some childish routine (like just now, when the teenager was so freely touching her), leaving her feeling very embarrassed and usually quite breathless. Yet, Carolyn was always surprised to find that, after being agitated by Tamiko’s astonishing behavior, whatever black mood she had helplessly found herself drifting into would completely vanish. It was one of the things that made her care for the Japanese teenager all the more.

The woman looked upon her young guest with a constantly growing sense of affection. Tamiko, wise far Kadıköy Escort beyond her years, had proved to be a God-send to the troubled Carolyn. The events of that horrible weekend had severely shaken her self-confidence, not to mention her self-respect. Nothing in her previous experience had even come close to those astonishing, even bizarre few days. Oddly, her nipples became terribly erect just from her thinking about the still hazy events which had altered her life forever.

Something happened to her that weekend. It spite of all the horror and humiliation she had endured or even just imagined, something fundamental had been changed inside of her. There now existed a weird burning deep in her, a burning which had never existed before. She had become obsessed with thoughts about sex. Everything around her seemed to assume a strange erotic glow. The oddest things now affected her. It was as if a fire had been lighted deep within her, a fire which she certainly did not want but which she knew was now a part of her all the same. A fire which threatened to burst joyously out of control at any moment.

But burst joyously at what?

Carolyn Lord was a woman who believed in absolute self-control at all times, and the existence of the fire scared her.

“Thank God for Tamiko,” she thought. “Thank God.”

Although a solitary person by nature, without the calming presence of the Japanese girl living with her, Carolyn didn’t know how she would have survived the last two weeks. The girl was her rock. She could go to the teenager for comfort and understanding of her recent tumultuous, confusing life whenever she felt the need, and the girl would always be there for her, never fail her in her time of need. It was a debt she knew she could never repay.

Even her most private, intimate thoughts could be shared without risk of embarrassment or shame to either of them. Tamiko even encouraged her to do so, to always tell her of such things for her own good. And it was good, Carolyn knew, being finally able to really talk about the important things with someone who cared about her as a person.

Yet, she knew she could not tell her friend about the fire. Her own recent slutty behavior disturbed Carolyn bad enough, but the fire was something else again. She did not want to lessen herself in front of her friend any more than she probably already had done. Even though much of what Tamiko unknowingly did around the apartment seemed to encourage the fire, Carolyn knew that it was up to her fight this thing within her. It was not young Tamiko’s problem at all, but Carolyn’s.

The Japanese girl was too fine a person, Carolyn knew, to even realize that she was bothering her in such an unusual way. Her guest was very polite, fastidious, intelligent, and possessed of an oriental loveliness that Carolyn found strangely compelling. Yes, Carolyn found her friend to be a perfect companion for her. Well, almost perfect anyway.

“If only she didn’t act so damn peculiar all the time,” Carolyn thought. It was just the way her luck had been running lately that her new best friend happened to be something of a nudist.

Oh, Carolyn could understand quite well all about cultural differences, about doing things in a certain way about the home. Her own way of living, learned from her Greek-American background, could be considered by many to be very unusual indeed. But still! Some things just were not done!

Tamiko insisted on doing practically everything around the apartment stark naked, from her college homework to the housework. It always proved highly embarrassing for the very proper Carolyn as she tried not to watch as her friend flittered unconcernedly about the small but comfortably furnished apartment, the girl’s supple, athletic body so proudly on display.

Strangely, Carolyn found her friend’s body unusually fascinating. She could hardly take her eyes from it. If she looked for too long a time, she would suddenly find her heart pounding and her mouth very dry. How odd!

Carolyn sometimes found herself trembling uncontrollably whenever Tamiko’s nude form would accidentally brush against her own properly dressed body. Carolyn would pretend not to notice, of course, but it was clear that Tamiko felt at liberty to act with an astonishing familiarity with Carolyn’s body that had the woman in quite a spin. She was always touching her in some way, quite innocently of course. Still, in Carolyn’s confused state of mind it was just another thing that Tamiko unknowingly did that fanned the flames burning within her.

Even the smell of the girl’s glorious sun-bronzed flesh (with not a single tan mark!) would frequently send Carolyn tumbling into a giddy mental whirlpool.

Regardless of her own discomfort over the idea of a naked guest, Carolyn still had her duties as hostess to perform. The fact that her casual nudity made Tamiko feel very much at ease (as much as it made Carolyn feel nervous) was enough to convince her not to make too big a deal out of it.

However, whenever Tamiko suggested that she, Bostancı Escort Carolyn, should “get comfortable” as well, Carolyn could only politely decline.

It wasn’t just her strong natural modesty. It was the growing realization that whenever she was undressed around Tamiko, for whatever reason, certain…things would happen. Her normally well-disciplined body would suddenly develop a mind of its own and before she could prevent it, she would find herself…reacting. She would react to Tamiko just as strongly as she would to any of her recent dream lovers. The burning within her would reach epic proportions and she could hardly think.

Reacting to Tamiko, of all people. It was ridiculous! She knew it was quite insane, yet there it was for her to plainly see anytime Tamiko was even just close by her.

It was all far beyond her understanding of what she knew to be right and proper. It was also far beyond her understanding of herself as a person, as a woman.

Yet, the disturbing fact remained that her new friend could affect her in the most unseemly manner. It was absolutely crazy, of course, for such a thing to happen, but this girl could reach her very soul as no one else.

They had been staying together for only a few weeks, yet it was obvious that Tamiko had some kind of weird effect on her. She had never touched her in that special way after that strange incident in the kitchen, which occurred during their first Sunday morning together. Yet, in spite of all that happened to her that weekend, that was the one incident which she could remember with crystal clarity. It still brought peculiar tingles coursing through her body at the very thought of that first Sunday.

Nights proved the worst. That first night, Tamiko insisted on sleeping in the same bed as Carolyn as her only condition for staying with her.

“I hate to be alone,” Tamiko had told her with tears forming in her black, almond-shaped eyes, and that was enough for Carolyn.

Carolyn found it touching that the worldly Tamiko, now living far from her home in Yokosuka, could still retain her childhood fears. She didn’t hesitate in allowing Tamiko to share the sacred privacy of her double-size bed whenever she wished.

The fact that Tamiko, naturally, insisted on sleeping in the nude shouldn’t have really surprised Carolyn, yet she still found the sight of the lovely naked oriental slipping under the sheets close beside her somewhat disquieting. Even in her usual comfortable, long flannel nightgown, Carolyn could still feel the heat radiating from all that naked flesh lying right there beside her.

Carolyn could only hope that Tamiko’s need for company at night was very temporary at best, because she wasn’t at all sure if her nerves could take anything longer.

Two weeks later Tamiko’s nude presence in Carolyn’s bed was now taken for granted, and had acquired the force of habit. Fortunately, she proved such a steady sleeper that Carolyn was hardly aware of her close presence after a while, although she did have to be careful with her hands, so she wouldn’t accidentally touch Tamiko, especially in one of the beautiful girl’s more private places.

It was her own sleeping habits which were causing Carolyn trouble at night. Her dreams had started to assume a weird, erotic aspect she had never experienced so constantly before. They were so vivid, so real. It was as if someone was actually making love to her every night!

When Tamiko finally got Carolyn to tell her about them, she rightly explained that they were just a temporary reaction to her bad weekend, and were nothing to worry about. The dreams continued however, building in intensity. She grew extremely restless at night, so much so that she would occasionally wake up feeling suffocated, only to find that her long nightgown had somehow worked its way over her head.

She finally agreed with Tamiko to do something about it, especially after seeing the effects her restless nights were beginning to have on her guest. Although she denied it, Carolyn could tell that Tamiko’s sweet face was also showing the effects of long, sleepless nights, and what else could be keeping that dear child up late at night but Carolyn’s own unusual restlessness?

Before she even had a chance to decide what new dressing gown to buy, Carolyn found that a few days earlier Tamiko had already gotten her some T-shirts to sleep in. Tamiko said they had to be T-shirts because Carolyn still foolishly resisted Tamiko’s practical suggestion that she simply sleep in the nude like her. The T-shirts proved to be very short, much shorter that Carolyn would have considered, even if she wasn’t sharing her bed with someone at the moment. She looked with misgiving as she held one up to her body. It barely came to her upper thighs.

“You can always take them back,” Tamiko told her, with a hurt expression in her voice. Tamiko’s reaction again reminded Carolyn about how sensitive the Japanese girl was in matters concerning manners and protocol. She resolved in the future to accept whatever Tamiko gave her, regardless of how suitable Carolyn herself felt about it. It was, after all, only the polite thing to do. After a few embarrassed nights in her T-shirts, Carolyn was astounded in the difference it made. Her sleep was finally restful for a change, although still strangely erotic.

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A Traditional Swim Ch. 16

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Ava Addams

This story is part of a series. Chapters 1 through 15 will provide context. However, this story may, I hope, be enjoyed as a stand-alone work.

*****

Heather went back to college and Sara and I went back to the island after the nude meet in Tampa. We lived very quietly on the island. We stayed in touch with Heather, Ashley, and Sandy as their season progressed, spent time at Sally’s bar, and continued to explore and make friends around the island. Actually, Sara made most of the friends. Her great personality and tremendous physical beauty drew all kinds of people to her. I just tagged along.

Sara started us on my rigorous training in January. We split between open water work swimming out of our cove and pool work at the local municipal pool. Since we trained nude, we had to hit the municipal pool ridiculously early each day to get done before it opened to the public. Sara’s goal was to get us ready for another season of nude meets. However, while Sara was in regular communication with numerous people in her nude swim meet network, nothing was coming together. Apparently, too many people in this network were still involved in mainstream swimming and were simply too busy during the collegiate and high school swim seasons. Nonetheless, we trained religiously. When the calendar told us that we had made it from January to May, it was time to go back to Florida. We had been invited to Ashley’s and Sandy’s college graduation.

We were only in Florida for a few days. Naturally, Ashley and Sandy had family in and were spending most of the time around graduation with them. Although Rob had also graduated, he was missing the ceremony because he was already with the White Sox rookie league farm team.

Much of our time was spent with Heather. With Loren’s tacit approval, Heather was able to get us into the university pool a few times where the three of us swam naked. Loren was also kind enough to invite us back to train with her team the following September, provided that we trained naked. Of course, we agreed.

We were sitting with Heather in the health food bar after one of our swims when Heather said,

“I am really not looking forward to the summer.”

“Why not?” Sara asked.

“I’m going to have to go home and spend the summer living with my parents. I only recently learned the joy of going naked and I have to give it up for three months. There is no way I can nude living with my parents.”

“Can’t you sneak out to a lake or stream?” Sara asked.

“No. Since my body developed, I’m treated at home the way I’ve read that they treat women in Saudi Arabia. I’m not allowed out without an escort.”

“That is absurd,” Sara commented.

“Wait,” I said. “Your parents fully support your swimming, right?”

“Absolutely,” Heather replied. “The scholarship saves them paying for my college.”

“What if you could find somewhere more relaxed to spend the summer and explain it to your parents as training?” I suggested.

Heather and Sara both discerned where I was heading and started smiling. Heather’s smile quickly fell, however.

“My parents don’t know you. I don’t think that they would go for me spending the summer with you on a Caribbean island unsupervised.”

“Heather!” Sara scolded. “You’re 18. You don’t need your parents’ permission to visit us!”

“Yes, but, defying them on something like that would bring on a complete break. I really can’t do that. Better just to do my thing out of their sight and hearing and let them think that I’m the good little fundamentalist daughter.”

“What if,” I asked, “one of your coaches was with you?”

Heather and Sara both gave me questioning looks.

“Loren is taking Sandy on as a graduate assistant coach next season, isn’t she?”

“Yes,” Heather said slowly.

“Maybe we can persuade Sandy to come down as your chaperone.” I said. “Would that overcome your parents’ objections?”

Heather brightened. “It might.”

Sandy really had nothing to do until the swim season started next fall. She was more than happy to stay with us over the summer.

“I assume that I can pack very light,” Sandy said, smiling.

Persuading Heather’s parents was somewhat more difficult. We had to enlist Lauren (who also thought Heather’s parents were stifling her) to speak to them. Loren gave Heather’s parents and enthusiastic endorsement of us and of the training Heather would receive on the island. Loren also assured them that Sandy, whom Loren trusted completely, would be there to keep Heather away from bad influences. Loren emphasized that a summer’s training in an environment like ours could make the difference between Heather making the NCAAs and not. It was, of course, pure BS. But, everyone who knew Heather wanted to give her the opportunity to spread her wings.

“What do we do if your parents decide to visit?” Sara asked.

“No chance of that,” Heather responded. “Mom and Dad have never been out of the U.S. Dad likes to say (Heather puffed her chest mockingly and also quite strikingly) ‘If we don’t have it in America, I’m not interested.'”

The eskişehir escort deal was done. We scrambled to get Heather a passport on an expedited basis. A week after graduation, Heather and Sandy joined us on the flight back to the island. As an additional bonus, Ashley had agreed to come down for most of July. She started graduate school in Gainesville in late August.

After a day of relaxation, Sara had all four of us training very early and very naked at the municipal pool. Heather was loving it. At her suggestion, we began riding nude in Sara’s SUV from the cove to the pool. We went over early enough that no one was out or on the roads. Coming back, however, there was human activity and we were typically seen. Sara, Heather, and I enjoyed being seen. Sandy was discovering that she also enjoyed being seen nude. She was certainly worth seeing.

Sara was continuing to work her network to arrange some nude meets. One afternoon, one of her contacts sent her a number of pictures, probably posed, showing something that looked like a swim meet in which the ladies all wore suits and the men were all nude. Sara’s contact included the question, “What about something like this?”

Sara showed the pictures first to Heather and Sandy. Sara told me about it later. Heather wasn’t impressed. For her, the attraction was that she got to go nude. Of course, Heather could not swim in any of these totally unsanctioned meets anyway for fear of losing her eligibility to swim at school.

Sandy’s first reaction was “having just the guys nude makes it more overtly sexual.” Sara said that Sandy thought for a second, then said “but, hell, it is sexual. What if we had one where the guys are nude and the girls wear suits and another where the girls are nude and the guys wear suits?”

Sara liked that idea and began circulating it among her network. Apparently, the idea caught on. Becca and Jeff offered to host both meets at the pool in Tampa so long as they both got to compete. After some checking, they came up with dates on a Thursday and Saturday so that everyone could make only one trip to Tampa.

It was at this point that Sara disclosed the idea to me. She showed me the pictures of the naked men and suited women she had received. Sara gave me her “persuasion” smile.

“You’d enjoy doing that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah,” I said. “That could be fun. I do think that it is too bad if you ladies will be covered up though.”

Sara laughed. “Don’t worry. We’re going to do a second meet two days later with the girls nude and the guys in suits. In both cases, it will emphasize the nudity of the people who are nude. That should be fun. I think that we’ve got a fair number of people committed to swim. We’re going to do the CFNM meet first, but the rule is that, if a girl swims suited in the first meet, she has to swim nude in the second.”

So, it was on and I was committed to do it. Sara and Sandy would be swimming. Heather was coming along to help.

I remember feeling a bit different walking into the natatorium in Tampa this time. It wasn’t going to be a nude meet. Only we men would be on display.

Coming into the pool area an hour before the meet, we met Becca, Jeff, Pam, and a well-built young man. The young man was Jason, Pam’s older brother.

“We needed another guy for our coed relay,” Pam explained. That confirmed that Jason would be swimming tonight.

After the introductions, Becca said, “This is great. I get to swim tonight. I’m regret that I didn’t get to swim last time. I’m just sorry that I have to wear a suit.”

Pam smiled and said, “Well Mom, you’ll get to be naked Saturday.”

Becca looked at her daughter, smiled, and said, “You went nude at the last meet, but I didn’t get to.”

“True,” Pam responded, “but I wasn’t swimming. This time, I’ll be bent over on the blocks showing everything. So will you Mom.”

“I know,” Becca replied. “I’m looking forward to it.”

At that point, Pam’s friend and teammate April walked up.

Pam asked us, “You guys remember April?”

I certainly did. April had helped run our last nude meet at this pool. Pam had talked her into to going naked. That had been April’s first time nude amongst a lot of people and I think that she became a convert. Like Pam, April was a very, very lovely young lady.

Pam continued on. “April is swimming tonight. She’ll be the other woman on our medley relay.” Pam grinned and added, “And, April will be swimming Saturday night.”

April said hello to us all. “I’m happy that you invited me to participate. I’m really looking forward to Saturday. Scared, but also very excited.”

I couldn’t help asking Pam and April, “Are you worried about your eligibility? We did some checking and decided that it was too risky for Heather to swim in these meets.”

April answered me. “Pam and I graduated in the spring, so we don’t have the NCAA to worry about. I doubt that USA Swimming will find out, or care if they do. It’s not like we’re submitting times from these meets or being paid to swim. I can’t speak for Pam, but gaziantep escort I really doubt that I’ll be swimming many more sanctioned meets. These meets will be great for me because I can swim competitively in a more relaxed environment, have some fun, and make some new friends.”

Pam agreed. “I suppose that I could keep swimming sanctioned meets, but it’s not like I’m fast enough to go to the Olympics or Pan American. Besides, I’ve got a chemistry degree I need to put to use. Swimming in these meets naked will give me the motivation to stay in shape.”

“Shape” for both Pam and April was a very beautiful thing.

“Changing the subject,” Becca interjected, “we’re using separate locker rooms. That should create a bit of tension. Everyone will assemble in the hall outside the locker rooms and march into the boy-girl-boy-girl, or nude-clothed if you prefer. That should look interesting. And,” Becca smiled, “we’ve sold out both nights. Oh, and we want you in suits in the warm up pool.”

“Damn Becca, why?” I asked.

“It will be better if you don’t get naked around the girls before the actual meet,” she answered.

I felt strange in the warm-up pool. I had not swum wearing anything in a long time. As I finished warming up, Sara came over with a younger man who was built like a top-flight swimmer.

“Harry,” Sara said, “this is Ed. Ed was a Pac-12 champion four years ago. He’s the fourth on our medley relay. He’ll anchor and swim free.”

As I extended my hand to shake, I asked Ed, “you ready for this?”

Ed smiled. “It should be fun. Besides, I don’t mind showing my dick to see girls in the old-style suits. What they compete in now is not sexy at all.”

I had to agree. The competition suits in use now are ugly and cover the swimmer up in order to reduce drag in the water. The ladies in our group had decided to compete in older-style suits that were tight and cut very high on the hips and lower on the chest. These suits were not the fastest, but they showed much more skin and much more of the swimmer’s figure. Frankly, they were sexy.

After the warm-ups, the girls went off to put on their competition suits. We went into the men’s locker room to strip off. After several minutes and quite a few piss stops, we all walked naked out into the hall. The girls were already out there. Most of them looked very good. As I walked down the hall to find Sara, I saw Trish looking great in a tight, very high cut red suit.

Trish called out “Harry!” I walked over.

“How are you Trish?”

Trish looked at me a moment. “Hairless?”

“Yeah. Sara, Heather, and Sandy shaved me last night.”

Trish reached out, lifted up my dick, and looked at my balls for a moment.

“They did a good job. Hairless looks good on you Harry.”

“Trish, that suit looks pretty great on you,” I replied.

“Thank you, but don’t I look better without a suit?” Trish asked flirtingly.

“Of course,” I responded, “but the suit is pretty hot. Where’s Larry?”

“Back in Connecticut,” Trish answered with what seemed to be genuine displeasure.

“Good luck and have fun,” I said and walked on down the line to find Sara.

I saw her quickly. Sara stands out in any group. In this instance, she was wearing a light blue one-piece that looked painted on. It was lower on her chest than a real competition suit and was so high on her legs that the back was almost a thong. Sara looked tremendous.

Waiving me over, Sara said “your place in line is here, behind Pam.”

Pam was wearing a more conservative medium blue suit. Also high on her hips, it fully covered Pam’s tight ass. Pam looked me up and down.

“You look good shaved, Harry,” she said.

“I don’t like swimsuits, but that one looks great on you,” I responded.

“I wish I could take it off right now,” Pam replied.

Sara tapped my shoulder. I turned to her and she hugged me tightly.

“This is pretty hot,” she whispered in my ear. I kissed her.

One of Pam’s former teammates who was helping run the meet called for our attention. It was time to march in. Marching behind Pam’s ass covered in that tight material was engaging and, I think, Pam was adding some motion in her walk for my benefit. More than once, I felt Sara slap my bare ass.

Walking into the pool was a relief in one sense because the hallway was air conditioned to the point that it was chilly. The pool had the usual warm moist air. Looking around, I saw that Becca had been right. All of the seats were filled and people were standing in the back. We marched a complete lap around the pool deck.

There was seating on three sides of the pool. The first rows of seats on two of the three sides were very close as we walked by. Had anyone wished to, they could have reached out and touched me without extraordinary effort. I made eye contact with as many spectators as I could as I walked by. I felt very exposed and that felt wonderful. I was really very proud to be walking naked in front of these people with my dick, balls, and ass on full display.

As we finished giresun escort our lap at the competitors’ seating behind the blocks, Sara asked me. “Having fun Harry?”

I grinned at her and nodded.

The racing was interesting. The meet started with the women’s 50 fly. Fly was one of Sandy’s strongest strokes so I expected her to win. By luck of the draw, Pam was in the lane next to Sandy. Sandy got a great start and had about a body length lead just before the turn. After the turn, it seemed a very long time before Pam surfaced. When she did, she was just slightly behind Sandy. Pam really burned the final 25 and touched Sandy out at the wall.

My first race was the men’s 50 breast. Ed was in the lane next to me. We both noticed that the ladies were all standing behind the blocks. As we bent down to our marks, exposing our balls and assholes, Ed laughed and said “the full Monty.”

I had been training well and thought that I had a good shot. Ed beat me off the blocks and stayed just a bit ahead of me for the whole 50 meters. I realized that he was considerably younger, but I decided that I really wanted to beat him.

Ed and I raced each other again in the 100 breast. Ed was in front of me through the last turn. An extra shot of adrenaline kicked in and I swam probably the best 25 meters of my life. I touched just in front of Ed. The effort left me completely exhausted. Sara and Sandy had to help me out of the pool.

It took me several minutes of sitting to get back to normal breathing and heart rate. A few minutes later, I decided to head back to the locker room for an energy drink. As I walked naked along the long side of the pool between races, I heard a female voice call “Mr. Stone.” Naturally, I had walked along the side where spectators were sitting. Turning, I saw a woman whom I guessed to be between 30 and 40 stand and gesture to me. Walking closer, I saw that sitting next to the woman was a girl in her late teens or early 20s. The woman gestured again so I walked over.

As I got close, the woman said, “Mr. Stone, I’m Claire and, gesturing towards the girl, this is my daughter Emily. We saw you swim here a few months ago and we’ve been following you on the naked racers website (a site that Sara and a few others maintained to promote our nude meets). Emily just graduated from high school this spring. She swam for her school all four years. We’re both fans. Emily is too embarrassed to ask you, but, may we have your autograph?”

Being asked for my autograph was a first. Being asked for my autograph while standing nude in front of a lady and her daughter was more than a bit strange. Nonetheless, I nodded and said “sure.” Claire handed me one of the single sheet programs we were using and a pen. Not having any place to write, I put the program against my bare and damp thigh and signed as best I could. Claire was smiling. Her daughter’s expression was ambiguous.

As I handed the program back to her mother, Emily said, “Thank you Mr. Stone. May I ask a question?”

“Of course.”

“What is it like to be totally naked in front of all these people?”

“Emily, I’m not sure that I can adequately explain it, but it is a wonderful experience. I feel both empowered and liberated. There is also something sexy about knowing that people are looking at, and hopefully enjoying, my naked body.”

“That is pretty much what I thought,” Emily said. “I’d love to do it, to be naked in front of a crowd like this. Oh, and I do enjoy looking at you naked.”

I glanced at Claire expecting an expression of stern disapproval of her daughter’s stated desire to go nude in from of a couple thousand people. To the contrary, Claire was smiling and nodding.

“If you’re serious,” I said, hoping that I wasn’t making a mistake, “I think that you can still enter to swim Saturday. That is when the ladies swim naked.”

Emily’s face broke into a smile. “Really?”

Claire almost floored me by saying, “That would be great!”

“What would you want to swim?” I asked.

Emily replied, “I was best in backstroke.”

“I’ll talk to some people and see if there is space for you to swim,” I said.

Together, Emily and Claire said, “thank you.”

I walked away mentally shaking my head in astonishment. I was so taken aback that I didn’t notice Heather walking towards me until she was right in front of me.

“You’ve developed a fan club, Harry?” Heather asked grinning.

“Something like that I guess,” I replied. “But, the younger lady of that pair said that she wants to swim with us Saturday night. She was a high school backstroker.”

Heather asked, “Does she understand that the women are nude Saturday?”

I nodded, “that’s why she wants to do it.”

“Ok, “Heather said skeptically. “I think that we’ve got room. I’ll go talk to them.” Heather walked off in the direction of Claire and Emily.

Fortunately for me, the 100 breast was my last race, save for a relay leg. That gave me a reasonable amount of time to recuperate. While I was pondering whether I was too old for this sort of thing, the races went on. Sara swam all three distances in both the back and free and won all six races. Sara never ceases to astound me. Pam beat Sandy again in the 100 fly. Neither lady swam the 200. Sandy saved face by beating Pam in the 50 and 100 breast and Sandy just touched out April in the 200.

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