Don’t be shocked, my parents are nudists [nudity] [exhibitionism]

I met Ella at my local pub.

It was a Saturday night and there was a local band that was starting to make a name for themselves playing.

They played hard rock in the vein of AC/DC and the place was filling up quickly, even though the band wasn’t due to play for an hour.

I was there with my mate Rick as I sidled up to the bar to buy the first round of drinks. As I waited to be served, I glanced across to my right and at a table there were two girls sitting, laughing as they sipped on their cocktails. One was blonde and one was brunette and they were both very attractive, probably a similar age to me that being twenty years old. I was particularly taken by the blonde as she was wearing a tight top that accentuated her very shapely and perfectly sized breasts.

I took our beers back to our table and pointed out the girls to Rick. Not unexpectedly, he gave his nod of approval, but he seemed to only be interested in the game of football playing on the big screen. I watched the game too and before we knew it the band was on stage warming up. The lights dimmed and the band was up and playing. Before long there was a crowd of people on the dance floor, amongst them the two girls that I had noticed earlier. Both were excellent dancers, gyrating wildly to the pulsating music. I was mesmerised by the blonde and I wanted to get nearer so decided to join the thumping masses in the pit. I manoeuvred close to the girls and bopped along with the rest of the crowd.

After a while the band announced they were going for a break and the mob dispersed from the floor. The blonde and her friend remained for a while chatting and I took my opportunity to have a word with them. I offered to buy them a drink and sure enough they said yes. They joined me and Rick at our table and we got on famously. The blonde was Ella, her brunette friend was Fiona and they flatted together only a few streets from the pub. We got up and danced when the band started back and the night passed quickly and soon they were calling for last drinks. Rick at this stage had disappeared so I offered to escort the girls home.

Fiona was decidedly drunk and proceeded to go straight to bed. Ella had an opened bottle of red and she poured us a glass and we sat chatting on the couch as we drank it. Ella was beautiful, funny and intelligent. I could not believe my luck that we had hit it off so well at our first meeting. We finished our drinks and Ella grabbed my hand and dragged me to her bedroom. Soon our clothes were at our feet and our lips locked in a passionate embrace. I held Ella tightly and her firm soft breasts pressed hard against my chest. My rock hard cock pushed into her stomach as we collapsed onto the bed. Ella reached down and clasped her hand around its length and gently and seductively stroked it. The feeling was heavenly as I ran my hand along her thigh and parted her legs, inserting my fingers into her warm moist pussy. Together we fondled each other’s love organs. Ella rolled onto her back and pulled me on top of her. It was a hot night, but our lovemaking only increased the temperature. Ella spread her legs and I expertly drove my long cock into her love tunnel. We kissed zealously as I stroked back and forth and it wasn’t long before I came, spurting a load of steaming cum into her. Ella bucked violently from her own climax as I held her tight. It was the best sex that I could remember having and we both lay there panting before we fell into a deep sleep.

Next thing I knew the Sun was pouring through the bedroom window, I looked across to my left and Ella was sleeping still, her breasts rising and falling rhythmically as she breathed shallowly. She looked absolutely beautiful, laying there naked and innocently. I gazed on her magnificent body and was taken by the fact that she had a lovely tan from head to toe. She was a soft golden tone and it was instantly apparent that she was a sunlover and did her sunbathing in the nude. This was terribly exciting as although I am no prude, I have never been to a nude beach or ever nude amongst others, except in the change room after footy. I did not know it at the time, but nudity was to soon play a big part in my life.

Ella and I were soon an item. I was falling in love with her and she with me. We were dating in the true sense of the word, going to dinner at restaurants, seeing movies together and hitting the pub scene. One hot weekend, I suggested we go to the beach.

“Sure,” said Ella, “which one?”

“Well, what say we go to Whale Beach. “I replied.

OK, Whale Beach it is, but next week it will be my choice.” said Ella. “Pick me up at 10 and I will bring some lunch and drinks.

Saturday arrived bright and sunny and just after 10, I arrived at Ella’s flat. She was wearing a bright yellow sun dress and a floppy white straw hat. She looked absolutely gorgeous. She had the picnic basket ready, so we loaded the car up and off we went.

Half an hour later we were walking down the path to the beach. There was quite a crowd there, unsurprisingly for such a lovely day. We walked north for about 50 metres and found ourselves a spot. We laid out our towels and quick as a wink, Ella lifted her arms and whipped off her sundress. Underneath was possibly the skimpiest bikini that I have ever seen, Ella later told me the brand was Wicked Weasel and their trademark design was creating swimwear using the least amount of material as possible. I certainly wasn’t complaining but I could feel a swelling developing below so I fiddled around with my backpack for a while hoping that it would subside.

Any hope of that soon evaporated when Ella handed me the sunblock and asked me to rub it on her back. Despite my discomfort I was never going to pass up this opportunity, so dribbled the lotion on her shoulders and let it run down her back. Dutifully, I rubbed it in, then she turned around and asked me to put some on her chest. Of course, she could have done that herself, but there was no way that I was going to tell her that. I went about my task with relish and soon she was ready to lie in the sun and catch some rays. I lay down beside her and closed my eyes, enjoying the warm sunshine and listening to the waves crash on the shore.

The sun was quite intense, so we decided to head for the water. We dived under the waves before they crashed on the shore. The water was refreshing so I grabbed Ella and pulled her towards me, wrapping my arms around her slim waist. She planted a quick kiss on my lips then pulled away from me. I reached out and pulled her back and we jumped over the approaching wave. We were in chest deep water. Ella reached down and put her hand down my trunks and took a grip on my half-swollen cock. She looked me straight in the eye and gave me a mischievous grin. No one was particularly near us and we were some way from the shore so I did nothing to stop her. She playfully massaged my cock as I held her tight. This was certainly a new experience for me and I was enjoying it immensely, so much so that I soon exploded in her hand. Ella held her grip until the last drop flowed. What fun and no cleaning up. We headed back to our towels, and it was soon time for a bit of lunch.

After lunch it was time for a bit more sunbaking. Ella reached behind her back and undid her bikini top. It dropped to the sand exposing her perfectly formed golden tanned breasts. It was clear that Ella did not wear that top too often as there was not a hint of a tan-line. My mind raced back to that very first morning together when I saw Ella lying naked in bed and noticed that her entire body was as brown as a berry. The bottom of her bikini barely covered any of her anatomy and what I could see was as brown as the rest of her. She lay down on her back, her beautiful breast pointing to the sky. She folded the material of her bikini bottom onto itself reducing what was a tiny covering to start with, to a strip that barely covered her pussy. It was an extremely erotic sight. I looked on admiringly, grateful at least that my own costume afforded me some protection against my stiffening cock. I looked around and could see a number of other women sunbathing topless, but no one attired as skimpily as Ella. I certainly thought that I was the luckiest man on the beach.

All too soon it was time to go home. Reluctantly we packed our stuff and headed back to the car. On the way home Ella said she liked Whale Beach, but next time it was going to be her choice.

The next week at work was a very busy one for both of us. Saturday dawned bright and sunny and another hot day was on the cards. Ella rang and said let’s hit the beach, pick me up at 10 again. I arrived at 10 and Ella was preparing our lunch. She had a bottle of champagne and we placed that in the wine cooler along with 2 champagne flutes. Soon the car was loaded, and we were set to go.

“Remember it is my choice today.” Ella said.

“Fair enough,” I replied “so where we heading to?”

“Cobblers Beach,” said Ella, “do you know where that is?”

I replied that I didn’t so Ella had to direct me there. It turned out that it wasn’t that far away and within half an hour we were parked and walking down a rather steep path towards the beach. We turned a corner and the beach came into view. What I saw made me stop in my tracks. I looked across to Ella and she burst out laughing. I could see a number of people lying on the beach and not one of them had a stitch of clothes on.

“Oh Blake, I forgot to tell you, Cobblers is a nudist beach, “said Ella with a broad grin across her face.

Oh, was all that I could say. I guessed there was no turning back, so nervously I took Ella’s hand for reassurance, and we continued to the beach. I didn’t know where to look. I tried not to stare, but this was a very new experience for me. The beach was packed, and we struggled to find a spot to lay our towels.

“Here,” said Ella as a few square metres of sand presented itself, wedged between the start of the dune and another couple who appeared to be around our age. The female was lying on her back, exposing her rather large breasts, her legs were spread-eagled, her bald pussy and labia a sight to behold. Her partner was lying on his back, his impressive cock lying limply across his groin. I thought my own cock was up there with the best of them, but this bloke left me in the shade.

We squeezed our towels into the available space. Today Ella was wearing a hot pink sundress. She grabbed the bottom of the dress and pulled it up and off. Today, for what was now obvious reasons, she was not wearing any underwear. I took my t-shirt and shorts off but left my swimmers on and sat down on my towel. Ella looked across at me but said nothing. No doubt she could see the panic on my face. She took my hand.

“Its OK Blake, “ she reassured “ you take your time.” I stifled a laugh. I wasn’t sure how much time, if ever, that I would summon the courage to take my swimmers off. I looked around in wonder. There were people of all shapes and sizes, all ages and ethnicities. It was a melting pot of humanity. I must admit that I quite enjoyed the views. Everyone seemed rather relaxed, and it seemed so natural to see all these people naked and not giving it a second thought. Ella was up on her elbows looking out to sea. She looked fantastic and I was full of pride for her.

I looked beyond “Mr Big” lying next to me, to another couple enjoying the sun. The male partner lying on his back was sporting an erection. He was not playing with it, and he may well have been asleep. His partner was oblivious to it. Certainly no one else was paying it any attention. On the other side of there were two couples engaged in animated conversation. The were enjoying a drink. The whole scene was very civilised. I began to relax but was not ready to remove my trunks. Ella suggested it was time to crack the bubbly and I couldn’t disagree.

“So. What do you think of Cobblers?” asked Ella.

“it’s different” was all that I could summon. I was taken aback but not entirely traumatised. It was new to me but I am open-minded and generally up for anything.

“You might want to work on getting rid of your tan-lines,”Ella taunted.

“Ha ha,”I laughed. “Maybe after a few more bubblies.” I suggested. Ella patted my leg reassuringly.

The second glass of champagne was starting to do the job and I was feeling a lot more relaxed. I braced myself on my elbows and slipped off my trunks. I did have a hard on, but I thought that if I kept my legs up, no one would see it. Realistically, I don’t think that anyone would care as I did see one or two already on display. Ella looked across to me with an approving nod.

“Feel better Blake?” she asked. I had to admit that I was still far from comfortable, but at least I had taken the jump into the deep.

“I’m fine thanks Ella.” I replied. Unhelpfully, she reached across and gave my hard cock a little tweak. She was loving every minute of my discomfort.

Looking across to the couple to our left, the male was still sporting an erection, but now his partner was gently stroking it. He remained on his back with his eyes closed but I doubted that he was asleep. Surprisingly, their actions were not bringing undue attention and certainly no disapproval. I watched on in amazement. His partner rolled over on top of him and under his weight, I could see his body quiver, no doubt cumming but thankfully we were spared the sight of a fountain of cum, that being covered by his body.

Ella suggested a trip to the water, but I wavered, as I was still sporting a full erection. There was no argument. Ella grabbed my hand and yanked me up. My erection was now on full view, and I looked around nervously. No one seemed to be taking the least bit of notice as we made our way to the water. I was quick to dive in to hide my embarrassment. Ella followed. Cobblers beach is a harbour beach therefore there is no surf to speak of with the water being very still. I quite enjoyed that aspect as it was more relaxing than constantly jumping over waves. Ella swam up to me and threw her arms around my neck. I gave her a passionate kiss on her lips. Ella then wrapped her legs around my waist. I could feel her pussy against my still hard cock. She reached down and eased my cock into her steaming cunt. I rocked back and forth slowly anxious that people on the beach were not aware that we were fucking. Having sex in water is a thrilling experience. The feeling of weightlessness makes for a very sensuous experience. I settled into a smooth rhythm. A woman swimming near caste me a knowing smile and I reddened realising that my efforts at deception were in vain. I knew that I was close to cumming, so pulled Ella towards me and stopped pumping and unloaded into her quivering pussy.

We hugged motionless for a few minutes as we came down from our high. My cock softened so was able to make a dignified retreat back to our towels. We sat down and had another glass of champagne. The rest of the afternoon passed uneventfully and as the sun was setting in the west, we packed our gear and headed home.

That night Ella got a phone call from her mum. Her mum and dad wanted to meet this new man in their daughter’s life. She invited us over for a bbq lunch tomorrow.

Ella put her phone down and had a perplexed look on her face.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“That was mum. She wants us to drop over for lunch to morrow so she and dad can meet you,” said Ella.

“Well, that is good” I replied, “I would love meet them too.”

‘OK” said Ella, “but there is something that you need to know. They are nudists and they live a nudist lifestyle 24/7. They have a rule, their house, their rules so they will be nude when we get there.”

“Oh. I see, hmmm, that will be interesting. Do we have to be nude too?” I asked.

“No, not if we don’t want to, but they certainly will be.” said Ella.

“I guess there is not much we can do about that, I have to meet them eventually. I better take a few beers,” I joked.

The next day was another hot sunny day. I arrived at Ella’s flat just before midday to pick her up. She was dressed and ready for me. When I say dressed, she was wearing a thin cotton sundress with spaghetti straps. She certainly was not wearing a bra.

I was feeling a little overdressed in my shorts and short sleeved cotton candy striped shirt. I gave Ella a kiss and a hug. I was curious to know if she was wearing undies but a quick feel of her bum confirmed that she was dispensing with underwear again today. I said nothing, thinking that she wouldn’t necessarily overdress when visiting her nudist parents.

Ella’s parents lived in one of the leafier suburbs, with a house on a large block of land with a tennis court and a swimming pool. It must have been a great place for Ella as she was growing up.

Ella’s mum, Greta, met us at the door. She was a beautiful woman. Ella told me so and she was not lying. She was only 42 years old and clearly looked after herself. Apparently, she swam every day, even in Winter as the pool was heated. Like Ella, she sported a glowing all over tan. I offered my hand in welcome which she totally ignored and drew me in to a powerful and somewhat extended hug. What a lovely welcome to the family.

“Well Ella, what a charming young man you have met. We have heard a lot about you,” said Greta.

I resisted the urge to respond with the tired old cliché “all good I hope.” I simply replied, “It’s my pleasure to meet you. I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“Come in dear and meet Elliott” Greta said. We went inside. Elliott was out on the patio, naked, getting the bbq organised. As Ella walked through the sliding doors, he stopped what he was doing and turned to meet her, extending his arms inviting a hug. Ella ran to him and threw her arms around his neck and gave him a lovely hug and a kiss on his cheek.

“Hi dad, I’ve missed you, I’ve been so busy lately.” said Ella.

“I understand honey. We all have busy lives, I’m just glad that you and Blake could maker it today,’ he said as he extended his hand to meet in greetings. His grip was strong and I glanced down to see a very impressive cock. It was flaccid but dangled and wobbled as he shook my hand.

Greta joined us on the patio’

“Anyone for a beer,” she asked. There was a unanimous response and soon Greta returned with 4 beers. We sat down on the comfortable deck chairs in the shade out of the blazing sun. The usual small talk followed as Ella’s parents gave me the friendly third degree. I felt an instant bond with Ella’s charming parents.

With the first beer finished, Elliott called for a second as he got the bbq under way. Greta went to the kitchen and returned with the meat. She stood next to Elliott as he placed the steaks on the grill. Greta playfully placed her hand on Elliott’s bum and gave it a loving rub. Elliott reached across and gave her as kiss on her cheek. It was wonderful to see such a loving couple. Ella also looked on admiringly, clearly, she loved her parents dearly.

Greta stayed and draped her arm over Elliott’s shoulder. Elliott was standing side on to me, and I could see that he was enjoying the attention from his wife as his cock started to slowly stiffen. He made no effort to hide it from view of both myself and Ella. Soon it had grown to a full impressive length. He continued cooking and drinking his beer.

He turned towards Ella and I and said, “I’m busting for a wee, Blake can you keep an eye on the meat for a sec?” He then strode off to the toilet, his stiff cock rising and falling with every step. I looked over to Ella who just shrugged her shoulders, clearly indicating that seeing her dad walking around with a hard on was nothing out of the ordinary.

I joined Greta at the bbq and turned the steaks with the tongs. Greta put her arm around my waist and told me that she was so pleased that Ella had met a nice boy. I assured Greta that I was indeed the lucky one and that Ella had made me happier than I had ever been. This earned me a big squeeze and I must admit that I enjoyed feeling Greta’s firm breast pushed hard against me.

Elliott returned from the toilet and his hard on had barely subsided. He took over cooking duties as Greta went to the kitchen and returned with the salad and bread rolls while Ella opened a nice bottle of red.

We sat down to eat and drink and the conversation flowed freely and with much frivolity. The first bottle disappeared so Ella went back for a second. With lunch finished, we retired to the comfort of the air conditioned lounge room. Greta and Elliott sat on one lounge and Ella and I sat opposite them on another. Six months ago, Elliott and Greta holidayed in the south of France at a place called Cap d’Agde. I had never heard of it, but I was soon to learn that it was a swingers paradise. Greta regaled us with stories of unbridled sexual behaviour that went on between the packed throngs on the beach. Ella had no doubt heard of their exploits and did not appear the least bit shocked.

The stories seemed to bring back fond memories for Elliott as his cock grew to full length. Greta reached across and stroked it gently.

“Remember how you sucked my cock in front of that group of 3 couples Greta” asked Elliott.

“I sure do, it was the sexiest thing we did on the whole holiday” recalled Greta. With that, she leaned over and took Elliott’s massive cock into her mouth. I sat there with my mouth wide open, not quite sure that I was seeing what was going on before my eyes. I glanced across to Ella who was watching intently, clearly enjoying the show. Greta’s head bobbed rhymically as she took Elliott’s cock fully into her mouth, right up to his balls. Elliott closed his eyes, relishing the attention.

After a minute, Elliott lifted Greta’s head from his cock. “Sorry Blake, how rude of us, I’m sure you don’t want to see this. Come on honey, let’s go upstairs.” With that they skipped out of the room and up to their bedroom.

I looked across to Ella. I was in a state of shock and didn’t know what to say.

Ella broke the ice. “That’s mum and dad for you, no social filters.”

I burst out laughing at Ella’s massive understatement. She leaned into me and planted a kiss firmly on my lips. I opened my mouth and our tongues darted in and out. I was extremely turned on by what I had seen, and Ella seemed to be as well. She quickly and easily whipped her sundress off, exposing her gorgeous naked body. She helped me take off my shirt then unbuttoned my pants, unzipped my fly and released my throbbing cock. She latched onto it with her sweet mouth and sucked with all her might. I sat back and held her head down, encouraging her to continue. Her oral skills are supreme, and I took deep breaths, enjoying every moment of it.

It was time for me to pleasure Ella, so I threw her on her back and spread he legs wide, burying my face in her sweet smelling and tasty cunt. My tongue flicked her labia and her clit and she writhed under the attention. Her juiced started flowing freely and I lapped them up. My face was drenched, so I came up for breath. Ella took my face in her hands and licked her love juices off my cheeks. I eased Ella down onto the floor and parted her legs again and it was an easy job to enter her soaking cunt. I stroked firmly, pulling out to my full length, teasing her clit before thrusting deeply again into her love tunnel. The passion was rising and Ella’s chest was heaving with the exertion.

I was in another world and did not notice that Elliott had come down from the bedroom and was standing at the bottom of the stairs watching as I passionately fucked his daughter.

“Hello dad” said Ella, not missing a beat. “I didn’t see you come down.”

“I was just going to get your mum and I a drink and thought I’d watch for a bit. Very nice I must say.”

With that he went to the kitchen and was soon heading back upstairs with a couple of beers.

I was so turned on by these turn of events and I could feel an orgasm building deep in my balls. Ella’s breathe was quickening and I could sense that she was about to cum. I increased my stroking and soon I dumped a hot steaming load deep into Ella’s cunt. She held me tight as she shuddered with excitement. We lay there locked together as we came down from our high.

“Beer?” said Ella. “Yes please” I replied. We took our beers out to the patio and sat there quietly reflecting on what had just transpired. Soon Greta and Elliott joined us for another drink and as it was getting late Ella and I decided it was time to go. We got dressed and said our goodbyes.

There was not a lot of chat on the way home, but when we arrived back at Ella’s flat, we cracked another bottle of wine and Ella opened up about her unusual upbringing.

I was rather pleased that I had become a part of this amazing family feeling that there was going to be many fun times to come.

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