The next morning the inbox was full. Eagerly we read the comments and Gina crafted individual replies for each one. One of the admirers asked about the bakery and if she lived nearby. He mentioned how great it would be if he could get some private shots there of his own. He even offered to pay. She began to understand my earlier warnings. She politely told him that her husband was her only photographer and playmate but she thanked him for the offer anyway. That would be the first so many offers that I often worried for her safety. Just the same she wouldn't be deterred—she loved her fans.
Meanwhile, Vince and Fiona had submitted their latest posts as well. It was a set of Fiona sunning and posing on a boat. Aside from shots of her using various ropes and gear to pleasure herself, there was also a shot of her mouth engulfing an impressive cock.
Damn, I thought to myself, why am I always competing with these well-hung guys? Not that I was unhappy with what nature had dished out for me, not at all. It's just that, when you see a gorgeous woman like Fiona you fantasize about her. But, then you see her husband has a great big cock and suddenly it's a harder hill to climb. Fiona filled my thoughts often now but I only thought of it as an infatuation.
Later that day I received an email from Vince—all the pictures from their latest posting were attached and unmasked, I was in heaven.
Vince's message read, 'Fiona wants you to have the good stuff from now on. Take it as a complement buddy, very few admirers get this treatment.'
I took a moment to reflect on my good fortune and then I replied thanking him and Fiona for their generosity. Vince in turn replied that Fiona was really the one to be thanked but if I were feeling generous, he wouldn't mind an unmasked copy of Gina's 'Satisfaction Guaranteed' shot.
I sent him unmasked images for the whole series as well as the ones from the cornfield. I told him that I hoped Gina did half as much for his libido as Fiona did for mine. Before closing, I asked him if the boat they were on was his. His reply came quickly.
'WOW, I really didn't expect all this. I've always thought Gina was sexy as hell but she's so beautiful, Rick. I think I might just rub one off while I look the rest of these over. We're extremely lucky guys you know.
Yes, the boat is mine—I bought her last fall so this is our first year out cruising on her. We try to get out as often as we can, two or three times a week. Thanks again for the pictures, Gina has that leggy look I just love in a woman. By the way, I've got something special planned for our next series if I can pull it off. I'm still working out the details. By for now… Vince.'
Exhibitionism was a major part of our lives in those days—the two of us cherished being naked as often as we could. But just being naked wasn't enough—we also wanted to be seen naked as well. We seldom wore clothes at home unless we had company. Even then, many of our friends had become comfortable with our nudity and supported it—even when they'd stay clothed themselves. They had no idea, but being naked with close friends who were clothed was the biggest turn on of all.
There was a local beach quite close to our home that we usually frequented. It was a public beach, not designated as clothing-optional. Just the same, many people went nude there anyway. The only designated clothing-optional beach was almost an hour away and we only went there on occasion. We preferred our local beach because it was more fun. Clothed and naked people mingled there and we'd often meet up with some neighbours as well. We were breaking the law by being naked there but that was just one more little thrill.
It's a funny thing, if you get naked at a party with lots of friends and acquaintances, the thrill of being exposed can last quite a while. At a legal nudist beach, however, everyone's naked when you get there. It's still wonderful to strip and walk around in the buff but it's different. There it's more about how open and natural it all feels. Gina and I loved strolling around naked at both beaches but we definitely preferred our local one.
The legal nude beach was in a large municipal park—only a warning sign separated the clothing-optional beach from the regular beach. The other parts of a park were shielded by a thick row of trees and bushes. People often dotted the tree line though to get a little thrill and gawk at all the naked bodies. We often set up our camera near the trees and Gina would pose. She loved being so close to the curious strangers. Young teenaged boys were always her favourite. She would almost swoon at the way they looked at her, just like little lost puppies.
There were always a number of boats anchored off shore as well. Most were visiting from nearby marinas. Every day they'd show up and sometimes the people on board wouldn't have clothes on. Most of the time though, they contained gawkers looking at the beach though high-powered binoculars. They would take pictures of the nudists with large, telephoto lenses. The nudists had to tolerate it but we loved it. We often brought a pair of binoculars ourselves to look back at them and sometimes wave.
We arrived home one day from just such an outing and I went to the computer to check our mail. I noticed a message from Vince with attachments. I wondered what it might be since they hadn't posted anything recently.
The subject was: Saw you at the beach today
And the message read;
'You know I don't know how long you've been going there but Fiona and I have never seen you two at the beach before. We were blown away when we saw you two walking along the shore today. We were out on our boat, enjoying the scenery, when I spotted Gina. Fiona recognized you from the pictures you sent her, small world eh? We always assume that people we meet on the net are from somewhere far away. I knew you were in the area but not this close. How far are you from there, if I can ask?'
I opened the attachments and there was a full frontal image of me standing on the beach. Gina was lying on the sand a few feet away. There was another of the two of us walking the shoreline and yet another of Gina stretching and running her fingers through her hair. I showed the email to Gina and she thought it was hilarious. I wrote back to Vince finally telling him where we lived and suggested we have a beach day together some time.
Aside from his own location info, Vince's reply promised something far better.
'Remember that special shoot I was planning? I think I may have a role for you to play in it, interested?'
I replied that as long as it didn't involve murder, he could count me in.
