Chapter 10
Windows and men passed by in a long blur. I was convinced that I would be a female voyeur until the day I died. What could be done for me? What could I do for myself? One day while driving through Pennsylvania a couple in another car asked me where the Sunny Gardens Nudist Camp was. I thought that this was some kind of put-on until I realized that they were serious. Actually I didn't know where the place was but I did let them look at my road map until they found the right turn in the road they were looking for. When I sounded them out about the nudist camp they invited me to come along and join them as their guest for the weekend.
Myra and Walter were the names of the thirtyish couple. They were childless and they spent their weekends and vacations during the summer at Sunny Gardens. Since I was being invited along as their guest I didn't have to go through the formality of actually joining the nudist camp until I wanted to do so. They told me that young, attractive, single women were always welcomed at the camp because there was always a surplus of single males. It seemed that men were far more ready to join a nudist camp than were women.
The couple drove up to an area filled with trailers, campers and mobile homes. They told me that there was a hotel on the grounds for nudists who come alone. "Have you had any experience with nudity?" Myra, a quiet, small brunette asked.
I smiled ironically. If only she really knew. "Some," I answered.
"Well, there's nothing to be ashamed of," she went on. "God made our bodies and He doesn't make sinful things."
I got a bit of a shock when the couple started undressing right in front of me. Myra was nude first. She had almost flat breasts which would look right for a thirteen year old girl. Her pubic hair was sparse and she had the kind of ass I had seen on young boys.
Walter was on the wiry side, too, but he had a good-sized cock which hung limply when he removed his jockey shorts. They seemed disappointed that I was still dressed. Once again Myra told me that God gave us His official okay to get naked. Unable to resist that logic I stripped. The couple didn't seem to pay much attention to me at all. The man's penis remained unaroused. Although he didn't stare at me I had to fight the urge to gaze at his prick. I was glad when he invited us all outside.
Myra and Walter introduced me to a lot of people. I also met all the single men of the camp. They were uniformly tanned, handsome and well-endowed. Myra whispered to me later on that a nudist camp was the best place for a girl to find a husband. It seemed that there was a quota system restricting the flow of singles. Unmarried men tried to join the camps by the thousands while single girls had to be urged to do so. This meant that the camps selected the cream of the bachelor crop since they could pick and choose amongst the virile studs.
I found this interesting. I was now twenty-five and still unmarried. Although I had had propositions galore I've never had a marriage proposal. Would marriage cure me of voyeurism? I had thought about it before but I could never get close enough to a man to test the theory.
Sunny Gardens was swarming with children. As I had always believed young boys and girls were not harmed by a display of nakedness. They all seemed very happy and not the least bit overly concerned about their sex organs or the sex organs of others. The teenagers were like teenagers everywhere with boys and girls pairing off and talking together. If only I had been brought to a nudist camp as a youngster. . . .
I joined the camp officially and the owners welcomed me because there weren't enough single girls around. I didn't want to impose on Myra and Walter all the time so I moved into the hotel. I shared a room with another girl named Cathy. She was rather homely and candidly informed me that she had joined the camp to find a husband. "I've been to so many resorts and always struck out," she said. "With so many single guys around here I may be lucky."
Cathy did get lucky and I saw her surrounded by not one but three studs near the swimming pool later on. I suppose I got the reputation for being stuck-up and shy again since I took pains to avoid social contact. I preferred sitting off to one side with my sun glasses on so I could leer to my heart's content.
I couldn't stay the outcast all the time so I started swimming in the large, outdoor pool. It was crowded with naked men, women and children. Richard was among them. He was one of the single men and one of the best looking. He was thirty-two and was an engineer who worked with a large electronic firm in New York. Richard drove out to Sunny Gardens every weekend weather permitting. I wondered why such a gorgeous hunk of man was still single until he informed me that he had been married at one time but was now divorced. When we got to know one another better he told me that he left his wife because she was sexually frigid. "She didn't even like to see me naked," Richard confessed. "She wouldn't even let me look at her body, either. I suppose that's why I joined a nudist camp. I wanted to find a girl who wasn't up-tight about nakedness. I'm sure that a girl who doesn't mind walking around naked with others isn't frigid."
I could be called a lot of things but not frigid. If it was nudity that Richard sought I was more than happy to be looked at and stare back in return. He realized that I was the exact opposite of his former wife and he proposed one night when we were walking along the camp. Since it was chilly we were both fully clothed. By habit I withdrew from his offer of intimacy but this was not just any offer; he was actually asking me to marry him. I accepted quickly before I chickened out.
Everything happened so quickly that Richard didn't have time to arrange a honeymoon trip. For our wedding night we went to a second-rate motel that just happened to be on our way back to New York. Once we got inside our room Richard kissed me and clutched at my body. Finally, at the age of twenty-five, I could have a socially acceptable affair.
We hurried out of our clothes. I was anxious to see how big Richard was when he had a hard-on. When he stood naked before me I looked down at a healthy, stiff, engorged pecker that was to be mine, all mine, for the rest of my life.
My husband rubbed his hands all over my body as if to assure himself that I was there and that I wouldn't object to his gripping. He clutched my pussy and rubbed his palm over the pubic triangle quickly. My nipples stiffened and stuck out. Richard took one of them in his mouth and brought me down against the bed. As he sucked his free hand fingered my cunt. He was getting me aroused first before ramming his tool in where it counted.
Then he mounted me. I spread my legs wide to accept the first fuck of my married life. Richard slid his meaty tube all the way down my much-used and much-abused sexual passageway. When he didn't meet any resistance or tightness he could judge for himself that I was a long distance from my virginal years. I didn't want to tell him that the thing I loved most in my life was a seven-inch vibrator. Looking back over my past I didn't have too many nights of romance with men. For the most part I was a lonely masturbator. I hoped that Richard was going to change all that. We had married in haste and I didn't want to repent in leisure. I didn't want to repent it at all.
I slipped my hands over Richard's back and dug my fingers into his flesh as he pumped. His strokes were powerful, restrained, and deep. His lightly-haired chest moved over my breasts causing my nipples to turn into hard rocks. His breathing became more difficult as he neared his climax. Richard picked up the tempo of his strokes and he started to lose his restraint. The civilized man was becoming wilder in the midst of his most basic passion. I was not one to hold back my emotions, either, and curled my legs around his. As I did he shot his load.
"Oh, Richard!" I gasped and threw my head against the pillow.
When my mouth opened he French-kissed me, his tongue going deep into my oral cavity. We sucked one another's spit as he poured out his virile juices. Our hearts beat loudly. The moment of orgasm passed slowly and we calmed down a little. Richard kept his prick inside my body until it grew limp. Then he pulled out of m e and lifted himself up on one elbow. He looked into my eyes and smiled. "Thank you, dearest," he said.
I was sorely tempted to ask if I were as good as his first wife but I didn't. I really didn't have to because I knew I was so much better. He had divorced her because of her sexual coldness and I was going all out to show Richard just how much heat I had.
My husband sucked my hard nipples and then ran his tongue over both my breasts. I was sure he wanted to see what I felt about oral love-making. A woman who wouldn't even let her husband see her body wouldn't have been the kind to dig Frenching.
Richard ran his tongue down to my stomach and sucked my belly button hard. I kept moaning and groaning softly with sheer joy as he continued his mouthings. He took a new .position in bed with his cock a foot away from my mouth. I knew that he was testing me for now; he wanted to see if I would go all the way to fellatio.
My husband chewed my pussy and sucked. He spread my sexual opening apart and lapped all the way in with his tongue. When he found my lust-engorged clit he played with it. His warm, wet tongue drove me into another spasm of desire. I opened my mouth and took his still-soft organ orally.
"Ummmmm!" Richard breathed in pleasant surprise.
I assumed that he wasn't used to a woman going so far down the road of lust with him. I cupped my hands over his muscular butts and urged his body to come on top of mine. Richard spread his heavy body over my flesh and we were now in the classic Sixty-Nine position.
We mouthed one another with unleashed passion now. My husband's cock grew and stiffened until I was chocking on it. As he Frenched me he cupped my ass with hands and stuck a finger all the way into my anal passage. I did the same to show him that any eroticism he could perform I could perform better.
In the gloom of the motel I could see Richard's hairy nuts so very close to my face. I thought of that time in Mexico when I envied the woman who was in a Sixty-Nine position with a guy. Now it was happening to me again. If I were watching this session from the other side of the motel window I would be out of my skull with wanting.
Richard's penis was fully erected and I could only mouth half his tube. He then spewed. I drank the fluid as it came spurting and Richard sighed in delight once more. I had gone as far as a girl could go with a man.
We licked each other's body and kissed for another hour or so. Richard developed another hard-on. "Three times in one night!" he announced with surprise. "This hasn't happened to me since high school!"
"You've been eating right lately," I told him in a sexy voice.
He laughed and kissed me.
Richard mounted me again and slipped in his prick. It wasn't as hard as it had been the other two times but it was hard enough to penetrate my pussy all the way. Deep, penetrating relief. I thought Was it safe for me to throw away a vibrator for the second time?
My husband pumped me with ease a.id his penis grew stiffer with each stroke. He shot his third load. We both sighed with complete satisfaction. After two hours of wild passion we were coolly civilized once more. I snuggled in Richard's arms and placed my head on his chest. He stroked my hair until he dropped off to sleep. I listened to the steady beating of his heart. He was mine, actually mine. He was my husband. My life just had to change now.