“It was cool, but not quite the way you’re thinking. Sure, I was a teenage guy, so I liked the boobs and butts and bushes.” I glanced at her sideways to judge her reaction. She simply nodded. “But being nude all the time kinda takes the naughtiness out of it.”
“Well, not completely,” I admitted. “I mean, the situation is important too.” I looked at her again and wondered how much I wanted to say. “Look at it this way… I can see the shape of your breasts under your sweater. And it’s a little chilly in the cabin, so your nipples—”
Her eyes widened and she immediately pulled her jacket closed.
“—are hard.” I paused and deliberately tugged the jacket from her grip.
Then I spread it open until I could see the points of her nipples again.
She fought an internal battle and then lowered her hands.
“It sure is now,” she muttered under her breath. The intercom picked it up and transmitted faithfully.
“Uh-huh. And getting bigger as we speak. Anyway, back to your question. A nudist camp is like that. They’re just body parts—boobs and butts and bushes… and boners—until the right situation crops up.”
“Or anything that makes you think of it. A minute ago your breasts were just part of the scenery. Now I’m thinking about what they’ll look like as I fuck you.”
“To thine own girlfriend be true,” I said with a chuckle.
She recovered her composure quicker than I thought she would. “Were you like this with them? With Gina and Kendall, I mean.”
“Did you talk about sex and look at them so… openly?”
“In public? No. That’s just simple decorum, not to mention respect. But when we were alone? Sure, of course. Why not? They were my girlfriends.
But there were lots of times when the situation wasn’t sexual, like when we were just hanging out. They were just friends then, even though they happened to be girls and nude. I really didn’t notice. Then there were other times…” I watched her out of the corner of my eye.
“When you thought about… doing things… with them?”
“It feels weird knowing you’re looking at them.”
“Get used to it. I like your breasts. They’re cute and perky. Besides, soon enough I’ll do more than look.”
She sighed with anticipation and then blushed when the intercom picked
I wanted to kiss her, but the conscientious part of me decided to scan the instruments and airspace first. Straight and level, no traffic in sight, so I flipped the microphone out of the way and leaned toward her.
