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Wendy sipped on her cocktail. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol in her drink or the dopamine coursing through her brain that made her head swim so, but in either case she couldn't suppress the impish grin spreading across her face.

She had just been fucked by a handsome young stranger in front of all the patrons of the poolside bar she now sat at. Her lower back and butt still splattered with the evidence of his orgasm. She had retreaved her sunflower yellow string bikini bottoms and lazily tied them up. Shuddering as she felt the strangers cooling cum spread against her skin as it made contact with the fabric.

Wendy had her head on a swivel, admiring the sights and sounds of the Sapphire Sands resort. Not ten feet from her, an older man was grunting as he fucked a beautiful young woman in the ass. The others guest giving their act an approving nod and smile before carrying out their own business.

These sights littered the edges of her vision in between the normal activities of a beachfront resort. A woman getting eaten out, a threesome turning into a foursome. Men and women fondling and groping each other with abandon.

Wendy reached the end of her drink. Glancing down, she eyed the black tally mark she had drawn in marker on her thigh. The ink contrasting sharply against her skin. Looking around, she noticed that the other guest had also been keeping track of their sexual conquest. Across chest, arms, legs, butts, men and women had been marking themselves, silently engaging a competition for the most partners. Across the bar, Wendy spied a woman inked from shoulder to forearm. She must have had at least thirty marks.

Her solitary tally seemed to burn on her, longing for companionship as she did. She made a silent promise to herself to have just as impressive a collection by the time her trip was done.

Seizing the initiative, she quickly glanced at the burly man who had just taken a seat next to her at the bar. His muscular arm already bearing five marks.

Wordlessly, Wendy slid from her barstool. Crawling over to the newcomer from beneath. His well muscled thighs were spread wide on the barstool and his buldge was apparent even through his swim trunks.

Timidly, still thinking she should at least introduce herself to her soon to be partner, she reached out with her hand finding her mark between his legs. Wendy caressed the man through his shorts appreciating the shear heft and mass of the strangers rapidly stiffening manhood.

Not even so much as casting a downward glance at Wendy as she caressed him, the burly stranger tucked his fingers into his waistband, allowing his cock to spring forward as he tugged them down, his manhood nearly smacking Wendy in the face as he did so.

Her mouth hung open slightly, the heat that radiated through her body once again returning. She firmly wrapped her hands around the man's thick shaft. Both appearing smaller than she remembered when she caressed his girthly member.

Wendy inched her face forward, brushing her cheek up against the strangers now fully erect cock, it's heat seeming to scald her. Still admiring this magnificent specimen of virility, she parted her lips as she moved ever closer.

She couldn't recall the last time she had given a proper blow job, but she was certain that no man had ever challenged her throat quite like this one did. Opening her jaw seemingly as far as it would go, she felt as the swollen head of the man's cock barely slid past her lips.

Her tongue swirled over the head in smooth, circular movements, savoring the strangers unique flavor. With a quick, teasing flick, she brushed the point of her tongue against the mans leaking opening. A quick taste of salty pre-cum causing her to salivate.

Slowly, Wendy pressed herself forward. The stranger's girthy shaft forcing her throat open. She struggled as the swollen head pressed against the back of her throat, only after mustering her willpower could she force it a little further by making exaggerated gulps and swallows.

Despite her best efforts, fully half of this new stranger's cock remained outside of her mouth. Feeling slightly defeated, she wrapped one hand around his remaining length while using the other to steady herself. A long, pale white strand of saliva escaping the corner of her lips as she picked up the pace.

The back of her throat now accustomed to the man's size, Wendy willed herself to go even faster, to take more of him, to give in to her base desires despite her body's protest.

She lost all sense of time crouched under that barstool, she couldn't tell if she has been servicing this strangers cock for minutes or hours. Her jaw ached, her lungs begged for air. But she kept going.

She felt the burly stranger's large hand reach under the counter, fumbling slightly before finding the back of her head. Taking the entire side in his palm, he dug in his fingers, pressing her as far as she could go into him. Wendy braced. She knew what was coming.

She didn't have to wait long, an electric twitch surged up the man's member following by a boiling hot torrent of cum as he continued to take hold of her head.

Wendy's eyes bulged. She had never taken a load this large, and certainly not in her mouth. The thick spray forcing itself down the back of her throat in seemingly never ending gushes.

In a sudden surge of strength, Wendy tore herself aware from the man's still spurting cock, it's last few jets hitting her on the chin. She coughed and gasped for air as she struggled to force down the last of the stranger's ejaculate.

Panting, Wendy watched as the strangers cock began to soften, a wicked grin beginning to appear on her face. If she could handle that monster, she thought. Then she could handle anyone here.

She emerged from under the bar, a look of triumph on her face as she added another black tally mark to her thigh. The man whom she had moments ago been servicing greeted her with a warm smile. Melting away his intimidating appearance.

"You did real good down there!" The man chuckled loudly. "I was beginning to think that my wife was going to be the only woman here today that could give me a half decent blowjob!"

Wendy's face reddened. She hadn't expected to be complimented on her sexual prowess. But another pang hit her, "wife?" Did she just suck off a married man?

The burly man sensed her unease and with another easy laugh motioned his head to one side. Wendy followed with her eyes to see a woman of similar age and build to the man splayed out on a deck chair, as a much smaller man thrust into her frantically. Wendy let out a relieved sigh.

"First time?" The man's deep voice queried.

"Um yeah, yes first uh first time." Wendy stammered. Whatever bravado she had vanishing in the face of the strangers interrogation.

The man's warm smile returned. "Well in that case, let me buy you a drink, I'm sure you could use something to get the taste out of your mouth."

"Oh no it wasn't-" Wendy began, but the man had already motioned to the bartender for two cocktails. She took up a seat next to him again.

"So um, you and your wife come here often?" Wendy asked.

"Every year!" The bulky man returned eagerly. "Gotta get something like this out of your system every now and then right?"

The bartender slid them both a fruity, frozen drink. Wendy gulped it eagerly, the coolness soothing her battered throat.

"You know," the man began. "I'm sure my wife would love for us all to spend a little time together." His eyes lowering conspiratorially. "If you go that way of course."

Wendy paused. Considering the stangers proposal. She had never been with a woman, but she would by lying to herself if she said he had never had at least the faint desire to try. She again glanced over at her seat mates wife. The smaller man that had been furiously thrusting into her had now gone. Her muscular belly now coated in a thin pool of cum as she reclined languidly on her chair, basking in the tropical sun.

"Offer's good whenever" Came the man's voice again. "Room 414 on the fourth floor." With that he rose from his barstool, another young woman having caught his eye.

With a gentle squeeze of Wendy's ass he departed with a "hope to see you soon" escaping his lips.

Wendy watched as the former stranger set off in search of his next conquest. She fiddled with the straw of her cocktail mulling his proposal. He has been kind enough to ask her when he knew full well he and his wife could have manhandled her at their discretion. She felt herself blush, imaginng the fullness of the man's enormous cock inside her. Her fire returned.

Finishing her drink, Wendy found her head swimming. Despite the sweetness, the cocktails appeared to pack a punch. Steadying herself, she padded over to the adjoining pool, finding an empty lounge chair half submerged in the cool water. With a deep stretch she entered.

Watching from her chair, Wendy continued to enjoy the public acts all around her. The piped in tropical music pumping through the speakers punctuated by moans, screams, and sighs in all directions.

She knew it was only a matter of time before someone decided to use her again. Her heart raced, trying to determine who would be the one to give her her third tally mark as her eyes darted back and forth between resort guest.

Reaching down to her hips, Wendy undid the stings of her bikini bottoms, followed shortly by her top. Laying them carefully by her chair pillow. She was naked. Naked and surrounded by strangers who could take her at any minute. Her fingers descended, finding her sensitive, swollen nub between her legs highlighted by her obvious tan lines. She began slowly tracing circles around it with her index finger. Half masturbation, half invitation.

Her display had the intended effect. Before long, a tall, rather lanky looking young man approached her, his skin pale and having already forgone his swim suit, he stood over her, his erection already at full strength.

Invitingly, Wendy wordlessly spread her legs revealing herself to him and all who would look her way.

The lanky man climbed on top of Wendy, his mouth finding her nipples as the tip of his cock pressed against her belly. With unexpected skill, the young man's tongue glided over her stiff, sensitive peaks.

"Put it in" Wendy commanded breathily, no longer having any patience for foreplay. "Give it all to me"

Not having to be told twice, the young man's cock gracefully slid into her wet folds.

The heat penetrating her caused Wendy to let out a small moan. Seemingly on queue the man sped up, his pace focused, rhythmic, intense.

Wendy's hand gripped the sides of her chair, her muscles tensing as he rode the waves of pleasure flooding her brain.

"Let me...let me try something" she gasped suddenly.

Pushing the confused young man off of her, she grabbed him by the waist and slowly pushed him towards the chair.

The realization dawning on him, he took his position, cock standing proud, still wet from Wendy's arousal. With her new partner situated, Wendy climbed on top of him, angling his member back into her. Slowly she rocked her hips she began to ride him.

The feeling of control Wendy had over this young man drove her wild. Copying his opening move, she traced her tongue over his nipples, taking a perverse pleasure as he suddered. Wet slapping sounds began to ring out as her hips bucked faster and harder.

She was on top of the world, taking what she wanted, focusing on her own pleasure as her new partner squirmed beneath her. When suddenly her momentum stopped. Her hips held firmly in place by a new set of hands.

Wendy looked back, startled by the sudden intrusion. There a new man stood, older, but handsome with silver hair and a broad, defined chest.

"Room for one more?" Came the newcomers voice. As casual as could be.

"Room for -" Wendy couldn't finish her sentence, as the newest man's hard member began prodding at the entrance to her ass.

Wendy froze, she had attempted anal sex with her ex-husband on a few occasions, but that was years ago, and certainly not with another man already deep inside her pussy. A quick look of fear spread across her features.

She felt as the first man's hand reached up, spreading her cheeks for her and allowing the newcomer unrestricted access to her ass.

Her mind was in tatters. Half wanting to scream in protest as the slick head of the older man began to press against her ring of muscle, and half wanting nothing more in this world than to be claimed by two men at once.

The choice was made for her as she felt her body relent, the new partners head slowly pushing deeper and deeper into her ass as the man beneath stared to once again buck into her.

Wendy's breath became ragged. She had never felt this full before. This exposed. This violated. Through the thin wall of skin separating the two men, she could feel the unique contours of each man's cock as they began slowly alternating their thrusts.

Tears streamed from her eyes, the sensations far too much for her to process. Her mind was unable to focus on anything save for the every new pulse of pleasure as each man increased in speed.

The younger man under her grunted, signaling his impending orgasm. In this position, Wendy knew there was no way for him to pull out and so braced herself for the inevitable flood.

With a final thrust which drove his cock deep into her pussy, Wendy trembled as she felt the hot spurts spilling out into her core. All the while the silver haired man continued to pump deep inside her ass. This sudden burst of heat sent her over the edge, causing her to collapse in the throws of her own orgasm.

Despite her body going semi-limp on top of the younger man, the older man kept up his pace, now able to get the hilt of his shaft up to the base of Wendy's ass.

His hands gripped firmly into her soft flesh, looking for purchase as he felt his final moments upon him. Gripping her hard, he made one final press into her. Slowing down, savoring every inch of her insides as his length disappeared inside.

Another surge of heat. This one different, unfamiliar. Mixing with the heat of the man below her. Her blood felt as if it were boiling.

Wendy hardly felt the weight of the silver haired man lighten as he withdrew from her ass, but she did feel his warm seed escaping her, trickling downward towards her coupling with the first.

Summoning what strength she had left, she straightened her arms and pushed herself off the young man's chest, a thick layer of sweat visible on both of them as she did so. Taking his que, the young man also withdrew, his seed joining the other as it flowed out of her.

Wendy was sure both men said something to her after the fact. Something complimentary she was certain. But her fuzzy thoughts still couldn't process it. She lay there, fave down in her chair, legs still spread, and holes obviously used.

Before she felt herself nodding off in the comfortable heat of the tropical sun, she added two more tally marks to her thigh.

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Hello everyone, B here.

Firstly, a big thanks to everyone for reading the first part of this story. This was honestly my first time writing a "free use" style story, more as an exercise in writing the actual intimate scenes than anything else. But the response I've gotten has been amazing. Thank you for all your comments and encouragement.

I do intend to add more to this series, but I might take a break and work on the next installment of "Welcome to Barewood" next if for no other reason than to give myself a change of scenery.

As always, constructive comments and criticism is welcome.

Thanks again

\-B

Wendy sipped on her cocktail. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol in her drink or the dopamine coursing through her brain that made her head swim so, but in either case she couldn't suppress the impish grin spreading across her face.

She had just been fucked by a handsome young stranger in front of all the patrons of the poolside bar she now sat at. Her lower back and butt still splattered with the evidence of his orgasm. She had retreaved her sunflower yellow string bikini bottoms and lazily tied them up. Shuddering as she felt the strangers cooling cum spread against her skin as it made contact with the fabric.

Wendy had her head on a swivel, admiring the sights and sounds of the Sapphire Sands resort. Not ten feet from her, an older man was grunting as he fucked a beautiful young woman in the ass. The others guest giving their act an approving nod and smile before carrying out their own business.

These sights littered the edges of her vision in between the normal activities of a beachfront resort. A woman getting eaten out, a threesome turning into a foursome. Men and women fondling and groping each other with abandon.

Wendy reached the end of her drink. Glancing down, she eyed the black tally mark she had drawn in marker on her thigh. The ink contrasting sharply against her skin. Looking around, she noticed that the other guest had also been keeping track of their sexual conquest. Across chest, arms, legs, butts, men and women had been marking themselves, silently engaging a competition for the most partners. Across the bar, Wendy spied a woman inked from shoulder to forearm. She must have had at least thirty marks.

Her solitary tally seemed to burn on her, longing for companionship as she did. She made a silent promise to herself to have just as impressive a collection by the time her trip was done.

Seizing the initiative, she quickly glanced at the burly man who had just taken a seat next to her at the bar. His muscular arm already bearing five marks.

Wordlessly, Wendy slid from her barstool. Crawling over to the newcomer from beneath. His well muscled thighs were spread wide on the barstool and his buldge was apparent even through his swim trunks.

Timidly, still thinking she should at least introduce herself to her soon to be partner, she reached out with her hand finding her mark between his legs. Wendy caressed the man through his shorts appreciating the shear heft and mass of the strangers rapidly stiffening manhood.

Not even so much as casting a downward glance at Wendy as she caressed him, the burly stranger tucked his fingers into his waistband, allowing his cock to spring forward as he tugged them down, his manhood nearly smacking Wendy in the face as he did so.

Her mouth hung open slightly, the heat that radiated through her body once again returning. She firmly wrapped her hands around the man's thick shaft. Both appearing smaller than she remembered when she caressed his girthly member.

Wendy inched her face forward, brushing her cheek up against the strangers now fully erect cock, it's heat seeming to scald her. Still admiring this magnificent specimen of virility, she parted her lips as she moved ever closer.

She couldn't recall the last time she had given a proper blow job, but she was certain that no man had ever challenged her throat quite like this one did. Opening her jaw seemingly as far as it would go, she felt as the swollen head of the man's cock barely slid past her lips.

Her tongue swirled over the head in smooth, circular movements, savoring the strangers unique flavor. With a quick, teasing flick, she brushed the point of her tongue against the mans leaking opening. A quick taste of salty pre-cum causing her to salivate.

Slowly, Wendy pressed herself forward. The stranger's girthy shaft forcing her throat open. She struggled as the swollen head pressed against the back of her throat, only after mustering her willpower could she force it a little further by making exaggerated gulps and swallows.

Despite her best efforts, fully half of this new stranger's cock remained outside of her mouth. Feeling slightly defeated, she wrapped one hand around his remaining length while using the other to steady herself. A long, pale white strand of saliva escaping the corner of her lips as she picked up the pace.

The back of her throat now accustomed to the man's size, Wendy willed herself to go even faster, to take more of him, to give in to her base desires despite her body's protest.

She lost all sense of time crouched under that barstool, she couldn't tell if she has been servicing this strangers cock for minutes or hours. Her jaw ached, her lungs begged for air. But she kept going.

She felt the burly stranger's large hand reach under the counter, fumbling slightly before finding the back of her head. Taking the entire side in his palm, he dug in his fingers, pressing her as far as she could go into him. Wendy braced. She knew what was coming.

She didn't have to wait long, an electric twitch surged up the man's member following by a boiling hot torrent of cum as he continued to take hold of her head.

Wendy's eyes bulged. She had never taken a load this large, and certainly not in her mouth. The thick spray forcing itself down the back of her throat in seemingly never ending gushes.

In a sudden surge of strength, Wendy tore herself aware from the man's still spurting cock, it's last few jets hitting her on the chin. She coughed and gasped for air as she struggled to force down the last of the stranger's ejaculate.

Panting, Wendy watched as the strangers cock began to soften, a wicked grin beginning to appear on her face. If she could handle that monster, she thought. Then she could handle anyone here.

She emerged from under the bar, a look of triumph on her face as she added another black tally mark to her thigh. The man whom she had moments ago been servicing greeted her with a warm smile. Melting away his intimidating appearance.

"You did real good down there!" The man chuckled loudly. "I was beginning to think that my wife was going to be the only woman here today that could give me a half decent blowjob!"

Wendy's face reddened. She hadn't expected to be complimented on her sexual prowess. But another pang hit her, "wife?" Did she just suck off a married man?

The burly man sensed her unease and with another easy laugh motioned his head to one side. Wendy followed with her eyes to see a woman of similar age and build to the man splayed out on a deck chair, as a much smaller man thrust into her frantically. Wendy let out a relieved sigh.

"First time?" The man's deep voice queried.

"Um yeah, yes first uh first time." Wendy stammered. Whatever bravado she had vanishing in the face of the strangers interrogation.

The man's warm smile returned. "Well in that case, let me buy you a drink, I'm sure you could use something to get the taste out of your mouth."

"Oh no it wasn't-" Wendy began, but the man had already motioned to the bartender for two cocktails. She took up a seat next to him again.

"So um, you and your wife come here often?" Wendy asked.

"Every year!" The bulky man returned eagerly. "Gotta get something like this out of your system every now and then right?"

The bartender slid them both a fruity, frozen drink. Wendy gulped it eagerly, the coolness soothing her battered throat.

"You know," the man began. "I'm sure my wife would love for us all to spend a little time together." His eyes lowering conspiratorially. "If you go that way of course."

Wendy paused. Considering the stangers proposal. She had never been with a woman, but she would by lying to herself if she said he had never had at least the faint desire to try. She again glanced over at her seat mates wife. The smaller man that had been furiously thrusting into her had now gone. Her muscular belly now coated in a thin pool of cum as she reclined languidly on her chair, basking in the tropical sun.

"Offer's good whenever" Came the man's voice again. "Room 414 on the fourth floor." With that he rose from his barstool, another young woman having caught his eye.

With a gentle squeeze of Wendy's ass he departed with a "hope to see you soon" escaping his lips.

Wendy watched as the former stranger set off in search of his next conquest. She fiddled with the straw of her cocktail mulling his proposal. He has been kind enough to ask her when he knew full well he and his wife could have manhandled her at their discretion. She felt herself blush, imaginng the fullness of the man's enormous cock inside her. Her fire returned.

Finishing her drink, Wendy found her head swimming. Despite the sweetness, the cocktails appeared to pack a punch. Steadying herself, she padded over to the adjoining pool, finding an empty lounge chair half submerged in the cool water. With a deep stretch she entered.

Watching from her chair, Wendy continued to enjoy the public acts all around her. The piped in tropical music pumping through the speakers punctuated by moans, screams, and sighs in all directions.

She knew it was only a matter of time before someone decided to use her again. Her heart raced, trying to determine who would be the one to give her her third tally mark as her eyes darted back and forth between resort guest.

Reaching down to her hips, Wendy undid the stings of her bikini bottoms, followed shortly by her top. Laying them carefully by her chair pillow. She was naked. Naked and surrounded by strangers who could take her at any minute. Her fingers descended, finding her sensitive, swollen nub between her legs highlighted by her obvious tan lines. She began slowly tracing circles around it with her index finger. Half masturbation, half invitation.

Her display had the intended effect. Before long, a tall, rather lanky looking young man approached her, his skin pale and having already forgone his swim suit, he stood over her, his erection already at full strength.

Invitingly, Wendy wordlessly spread her legs revealing herself to him and all who would look her way.

The lanky man climbed on top of Wendy, his mouth finding her nipples as the tip of his cock pressed against her belly. With unexpected skill, the young man's tongue glided over her stiff, sensitive peaks.

"Put it in" Wendy commanded breathily, no longer having any patience for foreplay. "Give it all to me"

Not having to be told twice, the young man's cock gracefully slid into her wet folds.

The heat penetrating her caused Wendy to let out a small moan. Seemingly on queue the man sped up, his pace focused, rhythmic, intense.

Wendy's hand gripped the sides of her chair, her muscles tensing as he rode the waves of pleasure flooding her brain.

"Let me...let me try something" she gasped suddenly.

Pushing the confused young man off of her, she grabbed him by the waist and slowly pushed him towards the chair.

The realization dawning on him, he took his position, cock standing proud, still wet from Wendy's arousal. With her new partner situated, Wendy climbed on top of him, angling his member back into her. Slowly she rocked her hips she began to ride him.

The feeling of control Wendy had over this young man drove her wild. Copying his opening move, she traced her tongue over his nipples, taking a perverse pleasure as he suddered. Wet slapping sounds began to ring out as her hips bucked faster and harder.

She was on top of the world, taking what she wanted, focusing on her own pleasure as her new partner squirmed beneath her. When suddenly her momentum stopped. Her hips held firmly in place by a new set of hands.

Wendy looked back, startled by the sudden intrusion. There a new man stood, older, but handsome with silver hair and a broad, defined chest.

"Room for one more?" Came the newcomers voice. As casual as could be.

"Room for -" Wendy couldn't finish her sentence, as the newest man's hard member began prodding at the entrance to her ass.

Wendy froze, she had attempted anal sex with her ex-husband on a few occasions, but that was years ago, and certainly not with another man already deep inside her pussy. A quick look of fear spread across her features.

She felt as the first man's hand reached up, spreading her cheeks for her and allowing the newcomer unrestricted access to her ass.

Her mind was in tatters. Half wanting to scream in protest as the slick head of the older man began to press against her ring of muscle, and half wanting nothing more in this world than to be claimed by two men at once.

The choice was made for her as she felt her body relent, the new partners head slowly pushing deeper and deeper into her ass as the man beneath stared to once again buck into her.

Wendy's breath became ragged. She had never felt this full before. This exposed. This violated. Through the thin wall of skin separating the two men, she could feel the unique contours of each man's cock as they began slowly alternating their thrusts.

Tears streamed from her eyes, the sensations far too much for her to process. Her mind was unable to focus on anything save for the every new pulse of pleasure as each man increased in speed.

The younger man under her grunted, signaling his impending orgasm. In this position, Wendy knew there was no way for him to pull out and so braced herself for the inevitable flood.

With a final thrust which drove his cock deep into her pussy, Wendy trembled as she felt the hot spurts spilling out into her core. All the while the silver haired man continued to pump deep inside her ass. This sudden burst of heat sent her over the edge, causing her to collapse in the throws of her own orgasm.

Despite her body going semi-limp on top of the younger man, the older man kept up his pace, now able to get the hilt of his shaft up to the base of Wendy's ass.

His hands gripped firmly into her soft flesh, looking for purchase as he felt his final moments upon him. Gripping her hard, he made one final press into her. Slowing down, savoring every inch of her insides as his length disappeared inside.

Another surge of heat. This one different, unfamiliar. Mixing with the heat of the man below her. Her blood felt as if it were boiling.

Wendy hardly felt the weight of the silver haired man lighten as he withdrew from her ass, but she did feel his warm seed escaping her, trickling downward towards her coupling with the first.

Summoning what strength she had left, she straightened her arms and pushed herself off the young man's chest, a thick layer of sweat visible on both of them as she did so. Taking his que, the young man also withdrew, his seed joining the other as it flowed out of her.

Wendy was sure both men said something to her after the fact. Something complimentary she was certain. But her fuzzy thoughts still couldn't process it. She lay there, fave down in her chair, legs still spread, and holes obviously used.

Before she felt herself nodding off in the comfortable heat of the tropical sun, she added two more tally marks to her thigh.

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Hello everyone, B here.

Firstly, a big thanks to everyone for reading the first part of this story. This was honestly my first time writing a "free use" style story, more as an exercise in writing the actual intimate scenes than anything else. But the response I've gotten has been amazing. Thank you for all your comments and encouragement.

I do intend to add more to this series, but I might take a break and work on the next installment of "Welcome to Barewood" next if for no other reason than to give myself a change of scenery.

As always, constructive comments and criticism is welcome.

Thanks again

-B

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Wendy's breath hitched as she timidly stepped into the lobby of the Sapphire Sands resort. Her body stiff and tense. She knew what this place was, she had known for years now, but it was always a fantasy, not something to be acted on. At least not until today.

The insides of the resort lobby were heavily perfumed with a mix of fresh ocean water, coconut smelling sunscreen, and something vaguely tropical she couldn't put her finger on. A uniformed bellhop had eagerly taken her luggage as she approached the front desk.

"W-Wendy Webber, checking in." Oh God, why was she stammering.

The bright-eyed young receptionist seemed to pay no mind to her nervousness and replied with cool professionalism.

"Thank you for booking with us, Ms. Webber." She began."I have you in an ocean view king room on the third floor. Is that correct?"

Wendy nodded her head in affirmation.

"Wonderful," the receptionist replied. "Just a few housekeeping items, checkout times are at 11:00am, absolutely no photos or videos are allowed while on resort properties, and as I'm sure you already know, but outside of this lobby your consent to any and all sexual advances is implied. Is all of that clear?"

Wendy let out a weak "yes" a more than a little startled at how casually this young woman had said "consent is implied," but she had to put that thought out of her head. That is why she was here, after all.

A few moments later, a bright green wristband was snapped around Wendy's wrist. Her room key as well as a digital wallet for the duration of her stay. Finding her way to the nearest elevator, she timidly pressed on the button for the third floor.

She was alone in the lift, left to momentarily consider her actions. She had been a divorced single mother for over a decade now, which afforded her few opportunities for her own sexual gratification. She had long ago sworn off the idea of marriage, still somewhat jaded after her husband's sudden departure from her life. Her children, a 23 year old daughter and 21 year old son, were away from home attending university. Both having acclimated well to their new environments. That left Wendy alone most days. Alone with her thoughts, alone with her desires.

At first, the alone time had been a welcome repreave. Having the house to herself, Wendy had taken up the habit of doing her daily housework in the nude, loudly watching pornography on her living room television, and of course masturbating whenever the mood struck her.

This newfound freedom was exhilarating but quickly lost its luster due to her solitude. She began going on dating apps, hanging out in upscale bars, hoping to bag someone attractive enough to extinguish the fire in her loins if only for one night. She was attractive enough, she knew, for many men had been eager to let her know, but despite this, she often ended her nights alone and frustrated.

The lift dinged as it arrived on the third floor of the expansive resort. Wendy stepped out gingerly, as if this whole place could evaporate at any minute. As if she were in a dream.

She had stumbled across the Sapphire Sands on accident, after another lonely night of self love, she sat up at her kitchen table, a glass of wine in hand, as she frantically searched for...something. Something that would give her a greater degree of satisfaction than just her hand or vibrator.

Looking back, she still wasn't exactly sure what combination of searches and clicks brought her here. But she knew that this is what she needed. It had to be. A place of seeming unfettered access to sexual pleasure. This had to be her relief. It just had to be.

Finding her room, she tapped her wristband against the door, which opened with a mechanical click. A small gasp escaped Wendy's lips as she stood in awe of her room. A large, open space with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the seemingly never-ending ocean. An all white en suite bathroom with the biggest shower she had ever seen stood at the ready. Lovingly arranged on her bed nightstand was a card reading "Welcome Ms. Webber" in neat cursive script and a small bowl filled with condoms and packets of lube in the resorts own branding.

Wendy let out a deep breath, this was happening, this was really happening. The thing she had fantasized about ever since she realized a place like this actually existed. Her timidity now replaced with a rising, nervous energy she tore into her luggage to change from her traveling clothes.

She quickly found what she had been looking for, a sunflower yellow string bikini she had bought several years ago. She laid it out reverently on her bed, now giddy with the idea of trying it on for the first time in ages. Frantically stripping off her clothes, she sauntered into her large, luxurious shower.

The warm water trickled over her, slowly stripping her of her inhibitions. Stepping out from the shower, she took the opportunity to inspect herself in the bathroom mirror. Her blonde hair, though wet, was still thick and healthy and decended neatly just past her shoulders. Taking a step back, she eyed her body from top to bottom. Her breasts had lost some of the perkiness of youth, but they largely retained the size they had gained after the birth of her children, which pleased her. Moving down to her waist, her c section scar was blurry, but still visible, though through a concerned effort, she had managed to shrink back down to her pre-birth weight some years ago. Regaining a semblance of her hourglass figure.

Reaching her hips, she determined them to be satisfactory. Still wide and motherly, but complimenting her figure nicely. Finally arriving at her crotch, she scrutinized the neatly trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair that formed a triangle pointing down to her most intimate area.

Heart thumping, she frantically tied the sides of her bikini bottoms, watching as the strings dug into the soft curves of her hips. Likewise, the thin, yellow triangles of her bikini top pressed into the flesh of her breast, leaving a tantalizing portion of her lower breast still exposed.

Her heart thumping wildly, she gave herself one last glance in the mirror. She did a quick double take as she reviewed herself and gave a slight internal chuckle.

"Look at me," she thought. "I look like some done up actress in a porn film in this get up," but her words weren't critical. Indeed, the thought of herself, a self-made porn star, excited her to her very core. A deep, wet heat she felt kindling deep inside her. Her arousal already building, she felt a fire between her legs like never before ignite. She was ready.

Grabbing her tote bag and shades, she burst through the door of her room and nearly sprinted to the elevator. Locating the button for the pool deck, she took several deep breaths in an attempt to collect herself.

"Okay, Wendy, you're here. You're doing this. Don't be too eager. But don't be too reserved either. You got this. Just breathe."

The elevator doors slid open as the carriage arrived at the pool deck. The sight that awaited Wendy was nothing less than unimaginable to her. As far as her eyes could see, stretched out over the multitude of pools, bars, palm trees, and cabanas, men and women of all descriptions were lounging, chatting, enjoying the amenities one normally would whist on a tropical getaway. But in between it all came he lurid sights and sounds of very public sex.

Wendy froze, the dreamlike feeling of this place returning to her. She scanned her surroundings, a young woman, nude from the waist down, casually masturbating while she read in a deck chair. Two men, one older, one younger, spit roasting a mature woman in a cabana. Another couple 69'ing in the open air. How could this be real?

Subconsciously, Wendy's fingers dipped between her legs, a faint wetness beginning to accumulate on her bikini bottoms.

"Going up?" A voice from just outside called to her.

A well tanned, petite woman about her age stood at the threshold of the elevator. Her breasts were fully exposed and bore no hint of a tan line. Her womanhood only covered by the smallest thong like bikini Webdy had ever seen. On her right thigh, tally marks had been etched in black marker. Wendy hastily counted seven marks, intrinsically knowing what they represented.

"Oh! Uh, sorry, all yours, " said Wendy, stepping out of the elevator.

The tanned woman gave Wendy a knowing look and smiled faintly. "Thanks," she said, stepping past Wendy. "Have fun hun."

Now firmly within the free use zone, Wendy gave an excited shudder. She hardly knew where to begin. She supposed if she wanted to, she could just go up to anyone and have her way with them, right? The idea thrilled her. Looking every which way at the tangle of body's lining the pools, she decided before anything else she needed a stiff drink.

Edging past a couple furiously fucking on one of the deck chairs, Wendy made her way to one of the shaded, poolside bars. A toned, shirtless bartender stood behind the counter, shaking cocktail with a stylish flourish for his patrons.

As Wendy eyed the various bottles of liquor, pondering which fruity, tropical drink felt right for the occasion, she felt the string of her bottoms quickly come undone.

Instinctive reaching down with a blush to try and re-tie them, she felt a firm hand placed on her back as she was gracelessly pushed up against the railing of the bar. Before she could fully process what was going on, she felt the hot, slick prodding followed by the sudden thrust of a cock sliding inside her.

Wendy let out a scream. Not one of fear, but one of surprise mixed with pleasure. She had been here no longer than ten minutes and already she had been chosen. A stranger had seen her, and was now actively fucking her for all to see.

The stranger picked up the pace, sensing Wendy's reciprocity. His cock swelling inside as it inched further and further inside Wendy's pussy with every thrust.

This is what she wanted. This was everything she wanted. To completely abandon herself to her carnel desires. She felt her hips bucking as her arms grasped at the rim of the bar. Trying to match the stranger's pace.

Wendy watched as the bartender and the patrons went about their conversations as normal, seemingly paying no mind to her very public display. She removed her hands from the bar, instead leaning against it with her chest. Throwing them back, she spread her ass cheeks for the stranger as he continued to pound her quivering womanhood. She wanted him to see her. She wanted everyone to see her.

A fresh round of moans escaped her as she felt the strangers balls slap against her clit. The rhythm bringing her closer to the edge.

She was close, very close when suddenly the feeling of fullness escaped her, turning her head back, she saw that the stranger had pulled out of her, she watched as his face twisted as he let out a long strand of cum on to her lower back.

Wendy let out a contented sigh as she felt more and more of the warm, sticky liquid coat her. Mustering up the courage to look her impromptu partner in the eye as his emissions halted, she purred "thanks for that babe"

The man, whom Wendy could now see was a younger man about in his mid twenties. Gave a contented smile as his playfully smacked Wendy's cum slick butt. "Any time" was his only response before he tugged up his pool shorts and took up a place in a vacant lounge chair.

Finally getting his attention, the shirtless bartender locked eyes with Wendy "anything I can get you miss?"

"Yes, a strawberry daiquiri and a marker" Came Wendy's response.

The bartender did not seem in the least bit taken aback by her request. Quickly mixing up her drink, she sipped on the cool, sweet flavors of her cocktail. Taking the marker, she found a prime spot on her right thigh and with an exaggerated stroke, gave herself one tally mark.

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Hello everyone, B here.

Thought I try my hand at writing something a bit more smut heavy this time around. I must say it was refreshing after writing some slow burn stuff for a while (which I haven't forgotten about I promise.)

I hope you enjoyed this entry as I would like to do at least a couple more of them. Let me know if there is anything you would like me to incorporate into this and I'll give it some thought.

Of course, constructive comments and criticism is always appreciated.

Wendy's breath hitched as she timidly stepped into the lobby of the Sapphire Sands resort. Her body stiff and tense. She knew what this place was, she had known for years now, but it was always a fantasy, not something to be acted on. At least not until today.

The insides of the resort lobby were heavily perfumed with a mix of fresh ocean water, coconut smelling sunscreen, and something vaguely tropical she couldn't put her finger on. A uniformed bellhop had eagerly taken her luggage as she approached the front desk.

"W-Wendy Webber, checking in." Oh God, why was she stammering.

The bright-eyed young receptionist seemed to pay no mind to her nervousness and replied with cool professionalism.

"Thank you for booking with us, Ms. Webber." She began."I have you in an ocean view king room on the third floor. Is that correct?"

Wendy nodded her head in affirmation.

"Wonderful," the receptionist replied. "Just a few housekeeping items, checkout times are at 11:00am, absolutely no photos or videos are allowed while on resort properties, and as I'm sure you already know, but outside of this lobby your consent to any and all sexual advances is implied. Is all of that clear?"

Wendy let out a weak "yes" more than a little startled at how casually this young woman had said "consent is implied," but she had to put that thought out of her head. That is why she was here, after all.

A few moments later, a bright green wristband was snapped around Wendy's wrist. Her room key as well as a digital wallet for the duration of her stay. Finding her way to the nearest elevator, she timidly pressed on the button for the third floor.

She was alone in the lift, left to momentarily consider her actions. She had been a divorced single mother for over a decade now, which afforded her few opportunities for her own sexual gratification. She had long ago sworn off the idea of marriage, still somewhat jaded after her husband's sudden departure from her life. Her children, a 23 year old daughter and 21 year old son, were away from home attending university. Both having acclimated well to their new environments. That left Wendy alone most days. Alone with her thoughts, alone with her desires.

At first, the alone time had been a welcome repreave. Having the house to herself, Wendy had taken up the habit of doing her daily housework in the nude, loudly watching pornography on her living room television, and of course masturbating whenever the mood struck her.

This newfound freedom was exhilarating but quickly lost its luster due to her solitude. She began going on dating apps, hanging out in upscale bars, hoping to bag someone attractive enough to extinguish the fire in her loins if only for one night. She was attractive enough, she knew, for many men had been eager to let her know, but despite this, she often ended her nights alone and frustrated.

The lift dinged as it arrived on the third floor of the expansive resort. Wendy stepped out gingerly, as if this whole place could evaporate at any minute. As if she were in a dream.

She had stumbled across the Sapphire Sands on accident, after another lonely night of self love, she sat up at her kitchen table, a glass of wine in hand, as she frantically searched for...something. Something that would give her a greater degree of satisfaction than just her hand or vibrator.

Looking back, she still wasn't exactly sure what combination of searches and clicks brought her here. But she knew that this is what she needed. It had to be. A place of seeming unfettered access to sexual pleasure. This had to be her relief. It just had to be.

Finding her room, she tapped her wristband against the door, which opened with a mechanical click. A small gasp escaped Wendy's lips as she stood in awe of her room. A large, open space with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the seemingly never-ending ocean. An all white en suite bathroom with the biggest shower she had ever seen stood at the ready. Lovingly arranged on her bed nightstand was a card reading "Welcome Ms. Webber" in neat cursive script and a small bowl filled with condoms and packets of lube in the resorts own branding.

Wendy let out a deep breath, this was happening, this was really happening. The thing she had fantasized about ever since she realized a place like this actually existed. Her timidity now replaced with a rising, nervous energy she tore into her luggage to change from her traveling clothes.

She quickly found what she had been looking for, a sunflower yellow string bikini she had bought several years ago. She laid it out reverently on her bed, now giddy with the idea of trying it on for the first time in ages. Frantically stripping off her clothes, she sauntered into her large, luxurious shower.

The warm water trickled over her, slowly stripping her of her inhibitions. Stepping out from the shower, she took the opportunity to inspect herself in the bathroom mirror. Her blonde hair, though wet, was still thick and healthy and decended neatly just past her shoulders. Taking a step back, she eyed her body from top to bottom. Her breasts had lost some of the perkiness of youth, but they largely retained the size they had gained after the birth of her children, which pleased her. Moving down to her waist, her c section scar was blurry, but still visible, though through a concerned effort, she had managed to shrink back down to her pre-birth weight some years ago. Regaining a semblance of her hourglass figure.

Reaching her hips, she determined them to be satisfactory. Still wide and motherly, but complimenting her figure nicely. Finally arriving at her crotch, she scrutinized the neatly trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair that formed a triangle pointing down to her most intimate area.

Heart thumping, she frantically tied the sides of her bikini bottoms, watching as the strings dug into the soft curves of her hips. Likewise, the thin, yellow triangles of her bikini top pressed into the flesh of her breasts, leaving a tantalizing portion of her lower breasts still exposed.

Her heart thumping wildly, she gave herself one last glance in the mirror. She did a quick double take as she reviewed herself and gave a slight internal chuckle.

"Look at me," she thought. "I look like some done up actress in a porn film in this get up," but her words weren't critical. Indeed, the thought of herself, a self-made porn star, excited her to her very core. A deep, wet heat she felt kindling deep inside her. Her arousal already building, she felt a fire between her legs like never before ignite. She was ready.

Grabbing her tote bag and shades, she burst through the door of her room and nearly sprinted to the elevator. Locating the button for the pool deck, she took several deep breaths in an attempt to collect herself.

"Okay, Wendy, you're here. You're doing this. Don't be too eager. But don't be too reserved either. You got this. Just breathe."

The elevator doors slid open as the carriage arrived at the pool deck. The sight that awaited Wendy was nothing less than unimaginable to her. As far as her eyes could see, stretched out over the multitude of pools, bars, palm trees, and cabanas, men and women of all descriptions were lounging, chatting, enjoying the amenities one normally would whist on a tropical getaway. But in between it all came he lurid sights and sounds of very public sex.

Wendy froze, the dreamlike feeling of this place returning to her. She scanned her surroundings, a young woman, nude from the waist down, casually masturbating while she read in a deck chair. Two men, one older, one younger, spit roasting a mature woman in a cabana. Another couple 69'ing in the open air. How could this be real?

Subconsciously, Wendy's fingers dipped between her legs, a faint wetness beginning to accumulate on her bikini bottoms.

"Going up?" A voice from just outside called to her.

A well tanned, petite woman about her age stood at the threshold of the elevator. Her breasts were fully exposed and bore no hint of a tan line. Her womanhood only covered by the smallest thong like bikini Wendy had ever seen. On her right thigh, tally marks had been etched in black marker. Wendy hastily counted seven marks, intrinsically knowing what they represented.

"Oh! Uh, sorry, all yours, " said Wendy, stepping out of the elevator.

The tanned woman gave Wendy a knowing look and smiled faintly. "Thanks," she said, stepping past Wendy. "Have fun hun."

Now firmly within the free use zone, Wendy gave an excited shudder. She hardly knew where to begin. She supposed if she wanted to, she could just go up to anyone and have her way with them, right? The idea thrilled her. Looking every which way at the tangle of body's lining the pools, she decided before anything else she needed a stiff drink.

Edging past a couple furiously fucking on one of the deck chairs, Wendy made her way to one of the shaded, poolside bars. A toned, shirtless bartender stood behind the counter, shaking cocktail with a stylish flourish for his patrons.

As Wendy eyed the various bottles of liquor, pondering which fruity, tropical drink felt right for the occasion, she felt the string of her bottoms quickly come undone.

Instinctive reaching down with a blush to try and re-tie them, she felt a firm hand placed on her back as she was gracelessly pushed up against the railing of the bar. Before she could fully process what was going on, she felt the hot, slick prodding followed by the sudden thrust of a cock sliding inside her.

Wendy let out a scream. Not one of fear, but one of surprise mixed with pleasure. She had been here no longer than ten minutes and already she had been chosen. A stranger had seen her, and was now actively fucking her for all to see.

The stranger picked up the pace, sensing Wendy's reciprocity. His cock swelling inside as it inched further and further inside Wendy's pussy with every thrust.

This is what she wanted. This was everything she wanted. To completely abandon herself to her carnal desires. She felt her hips bucking as her arms grasped at the rim of the bar. Trying to match the stranger's pace.

Wendy watched as the bartender and the patrons went about their conversations as normal, seemingly paying no mind to her very public display. She removed her hands from the bar, instead leaning against it with her chest. Throwing them back, she spread her ass cheeks for the stranger as he continued to pound her quivering womanhood. She wanted him to see her. She wanted everyone to see her.

A fresh round of moans escaped her as she felt the strangers balls slap against her clit. The rhythm bringing her closer to the edge.

She was close, very close when suddenly the feeling of fullness escaped her, turning her head back, she saw that the stranger had pulled out of her, she watched as his face twisted as he let out a long strand of cum on to her lower back.

Wendy let out a contented sigh as she felt more and more of the warm, sticky liquid coat her. Mustering up the courage to look her impromptu partner in the eye as his emissions halted, she purred "thanks for that babe"

The man, whom Wendy could now see was a younger man about in his mid twenties. Gave a contented smile as his playfully smacked Wendy's cum slick butt. "Any time" was his only response before he tugged up his pool shorts and took up a place in a vacant lounge chair.

Finally getting his attention, the shirtless bartender locked eyes with Wendy "anything I can get you miss?"

"Yes, a strawberry daiquiri and a marker" Came Wendy's response.

The bartender did not seem in the least bit taken aback by her request. Quickly mixing up her drink, she sipped on the cool, sweet flavors of her cocktail. Taking the marker, she found a prime spot on her right thigh and with an exaggerated stroke, gave herself one tally mark.

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Hello everyone, B here.

Thought I try my hand at writing something a bit more smut heavy this time around. I must say it was refreshing after writing some slow burn stuff for a while (which I haven't forgotten about I promise.)

I hope you enjoyed this entry as I would like to do at least a couple more of them. Let me know if there is anything you would like me to incorporate into this and I'll give it some thought.

Of course, constructive comments and criticism is always appreciated.

Edit: spelling

Hello, internet weirdos.

Fellow internet oddball here. I'm having a hard time working up the motivation to do anything today. Want to just talk about smut for a while? I'm open to both men and women.

Slide into my DMs and shoot your shot.

Welcome to Barewood Estates Pt. 2 [F21] [F22] [ENF] [Slow burn] [Public Nudity]

Hannah gripped the wheel of her mother's car as she peeled out of the driveway of her townhouse. She checked the dim light of the dashboard clock as she speeded towards her destination. 9:47am

"Okay," she thought to herself, trying to compose her thoughts. 10 minutes to the cafe, only a minute to throw on her apron and get behind the register, and she'll be just in time for her 10 o'clock shift. "You're going to make it. Just chill for a bit."

For a brief, wonderful moment, Hannah forgot that she was she was publicly naked.

As she slowed at the intersection of her neighborhood, however, reality came crashing down. There, crossing the street, a man maybe a few years older than her jogged on the sidewalk next her her car. His toned, athletic body shimmering slightly with a thin veneer of sweat.

Hannah stared, her face boiling as the combined embarrassment of her own nudity and the unexpected arousal at seeing this handsome young stranger collided in her head.

Her car creeped to a near stop as she unashamedly ogled the passing man, Hannah couldn't help but cast her gaze between his legs. As expected, his manhood was on full display. Proudly shifting with his every purposeful step.

Shifting her glance for a second, Hannah caught the eye of the handsome runner. Who without missing a beat gave her a little smile and wave of acknowledgment before abruptly turning down an adjoining side street.

A loud honk brought her back to reality. She had brought her mom's car to a complete stop in the middle of the road as she sat there enraptured by the stranger. "Oh fuck this" she groaned to herself as she slammed on the accelerator. The clock on the dash reading 9:56am.

Hannah cursed herself for getting distracted. Catching sight of her red face in her rear view mirror. She let out a low whine of frustration. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. "I hate this place, I hate this place, I hate this place!" The words ran through her head on repeat.

She did her best to filter out the sights of the other nude residents on her way to La Maison Cafe. The only place she felt she could tolerate to work at due to the mandatory barista aprons required of their employees. Finally turning into it the small parking lot behind the building, she took a moment to compose herself.

"Get a fucking hold of yourself Hannah" she shouted internally. "It's not like you haven't seen a million dicks and tits since you got here." The thought was a cold comfort. She had indeed seen more naked people in her one month at Barewood than most would see in a lifetime. But that didn't change the fact that now she was one of them. She was just as exposed. Just as open to gazes both judgemental and lustful.

Taking one final breath before working up the courage to exit her mother's borrowed car, she felt an unexpected coolness between her legs. Looking down, she realized to her horror, that the folds of her labia glistened slightly. What composure she had completely dissolved. The idea of walking into her new place of work with visible signs of arousal on her caused her head to throb and heart to race. No thoughts came, her reaction devolved into a mechanical rummaging in the car's cup holder. Finding a wadded up napkin smooshed flat at the bottom of one, she dabbed at her lower lips. Soaking up the evidence of her past arousal.

In that moment Hannah wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and dissappear. "This was all too much" she thought. "This has to be one big bad dream" clenching her eyes shut as tight as they could she willed the world to change as she opened them. But when they did she was still sitting naked in her mom's car, holding a damp napkin. She began to cry.

The sound of slight tapping on her car window caused her to jump. Whipping her head to stare outside, she was met with the smiling face of Mia, her coworker, and the only person she could seem to stand to talk to these days.

Hannah rolled down the window of her car door as Mia leaned on the edge. "Hey girl, please tell me you just got here. I cannot be the only one showing up late today. Jacob will kill me". Catching a glimpse of Hannah's red, watery eyes she added "Everything okay?"

Hannah's eyes widened as she whipped her head again to the car's dashboard. 10:11am

"Fuck!" She swore aloud causing Mia to give a small laugh.

"I'll take that as a yes," Came Mia's smooth voice. "Come on, we aren't that late. Maybe Jacob will have mercy on us."

Feeling as though she had no other options, Hannah wiped the remnants of her tears of the back of her hand and stepped outside of the car into the cool light of day.

Mia was the closest thing to a friend Hannah had made in her time in Barewood. She and her parents had introduced themselves and even helped to move a few boxes once they noticed Hannah and her mother moving in only a few doors down from them.

Mia was a year older than Hannah, with warm olive skin and a toned, athletic body from years of experience on her college swim team. Her compact, yet well proportioned breast were topped with dusty pink, pebbled nipples, and her mid length brunette hair was tied back in a single, tightly woven braid that hung down the center of her back.

It was Mia who found Hannah the job at La Maison. In her mind, it was the perfect place for Hannah to acclimate to her new surroundings and start to pick out a few familiar faces in town. Hannah was of course reluctant to leave the safe confines of her room, where she could be clothed in peace. But Mia's genuine friendliness and concern for her seemed to provide some degree of reassurance. And seemingly against her better judgement she agreed to take the position.

Hannah followed Mia up the steps to La Maison, trying her best not to stare at the curves of her companions well toned butt.

The two of them were immediately hit with the intense smell of brewing coffee and fresh baked pastries. A smell that had always put Hannah in a good mood in the past, but now did nothing for her.

"There you two are!" Came a booming voice from behind the counter. Sure enough it was Jacob, their shift manager. His stocky body only barely kept modest by his cream colored work apron.

"Sorry, Jake" called out Mia in the most pitiful voice she could muster. "Ran into a bit of traffic on the way over. Right Hannah? She said giving her arm a slight nudge.

"Y-yeah" Hannah stammered, "traffic was...crazy."

Jacob let out an exasperated sigh. "You guys are just lucky we've been slow this morning" he said tossing them a pair of work aprons. "Now get your butts back here and get to work."

Hannah cluched the apron for dear life quickly tying it around her waist to regain some semblance of coverage. Mia however languished and tied hers only loosely, allowing a full view of her chest from the side.

Briefly squeezing her hand as she passed to the bakery section of the cafe, Mia whisper to Hannah, "You're going to do great, trust me." Before disappearing into the rows of flaky treats the lined the shelves.

"Yeah, great" Hannah muttered aloud as she took her position at the register.

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Hello everyone, thanks for reading part 2. Truth be told, I started this section immediately after part one because I really enjoyed the idea of following Hannah as she gets used to all the naked people around her. Including her friends.

Apologies that this part doesn't have any hard core fucking in it. I am trying to build up to something more steamy but wanted the story to take me there a bit more naturally. Maybe in the next part?

Please let me know what you think, I'm always open to a little constructive criticism.

Thanks again

-B

Hannah gripped the wheel of her mother's car as she peeled out of the driveway of her townhouse. She checked the dim light of the dashboard clock as she speeded towards her destination. 9:47am

"Okay," she thought to herself, trying to compose her thoughts. 10 minutes to the cafe, only a minute to throw on her apron and get behind the register, and she'll be just in time for her 10 o'clock shift. "You're going to make it. Just chill for a bit."

For a brief, wonderful moment, Hannah forgot that she was she was publicly naked.

As she slowed at the intersection of her neighborhood, however, reality came crashing down. There, crossing the street, a man maybe a few years older than her jogged on the sidewalk next her her car. His toned, athletic body shimmering slightly with a thin veneer of sweat.

Hannah stared, her face boiling as the combined embarrassment of her own nudity and the unexpected arousal at seeing this handsome young stranger collided in her head.

Her car creeped to a near stop as she unashamedly ogled the passing man, Hannah couldn't help but cast her gaze between his legs. As expected, his manhood was on full display. Proudly shifting with his every purposeful step.

Shifting her glance for a second, Hannah caught the eye of the handsome runner. Who without missing a beat gave her a little smile and wave of acknowledgment before abruptly turning down an adjoining side street.

A loud honk brought her back to reality. She had brought her mom's car to a complete stop in the middle of the road as she sat there enraptured by the stranger. "Oh fuck this" she groaned to herself as she slammed on the accelerator. The clock on the dash reading 9:56am.

Hannah cursed herself for getting distracted. Catching sight of her red face in her rear view mirror. She let out a low whine of frustration. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. "I hate this place, I hate this place, I hate this place!" The words ran through her head on repeat.

She did her best to filter out the sights of the other nude residents on her way to La Maison Cafe. The only place she felt she could tolerate to work at due to the mandatory barista aprons required of their employees. Finally turning into it the small parking lot behind the building, she took a moment to compose herself.

"Get a fucking hold of yourself Hannah" she shouted internally. "It's not like you haven't seen a million dicks and tits since you got here." The thought was a cold comfort. She had indeed seen more naked people in her one month at Barewood than most would see in a lifetime. But that didn't change the fact that now she was one of them. She was just as exposed. Just as open to gazes both judgemental and lustful.

Taking one final breath before working up the courage to exit her mother's borrowed car, she felt an unexpected coolness between her legs. Looking down, she realized to her horror, that the folds of her labia glistened slightly. What composure she had completely dissolved. The idea of walking into her new place of work with visible signs of arousal on her caused her head to throb and heart to race. No thoughts came, her reaction devolved into a mechanical rummaging in the car's cup holder. Finding a wadded up napkin smooshed flat at the bottom of one, she dabbed at her lower lips. Soaking up the evidence of her past arousal.

In that moment Hannah wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and dissappear. "This was all too much" she thought. "This has to be one big bad dream" clenching her eyes shut as tight as they could she willed the world to change as she opened them. But when they did she was still sitting naked in her mom's car, holding a damp napkin. She began to cry.

The sound of slight tapping on her car window caused her to jump. Whipping her head to stare outside, she was met with the smiling face of Mia, her coworker, and the only person she could seem to stand to talk to these days.

Hannah rolled down the window of her car door as Mia leaned on the edge. "Hey girl, please tell me you just got here. I cannot be the only one showing up late today. Jacob will kill me". Catching a glimpse of Hannah's red, watery eyes she added "Everything okay?"

Hannah's eyes widened as she whipped her head again to the car's dashboard. 10:11am

"Fuck!" She swore aloud causing Mia to give a small laugh.

"I'll take that as a yes," Came Mia's smooth voice. "Come on, we aren't that late. Maybe Jacob will have mercy on us."

Feeling as though she had no other options, Hannah wiped the remnants of her tears of the back of her hand and stepped outside of the car into the cool light of day.

Mia was the closest thing to a friend Hannah had made in her time in Barewood. She and her parents had introduced themselves and even helped to move a few boxes once they noticed Hannah and her mother moving in only a few doors down from them.

Mia was a year older than Hannah, with warm olive skin and a toned, athletic body from years of experience on her college swim team. Her compact, yet well proportioned breast were topped with dusty pink, pebbled nipples, and her mid length brunette hair was tied back in a single, tightly woven braid that hung down the center of her back.

It was Mia who found Hannah the job at La Maison. In her mind, it was the perfect place for Hannah to acclimate to her new surroundings and start to pick out a few familiar faces in town. Hannah was of course reluctant to leave the safe confines of her room, where she could be clothed in peace. But Mia's genuine friendliness and concern for her seemed to provide some degree of reassurance. And seemingly against her better judgement she agreed to take the position.

Hannah followed Mia up the steps to La Maison, trying her best not to stare at the curves of her companions well toned butt.

The two of them were immediately hit with the intense smell of brewing coffee and fresh baked pastries. A smell that had always put Hannah in a good mood in the past, but now did nothing for her.

"There you two are!" Came a booming voice from behind the counter. Sure enough it was Jacob, their shift manager. His stocky body only barely kept modest by his cream colored work apron.

"Sorry, Jake" called out Mia in the most pitiful voice she could muster. "Ran into a bit of traffic on the way over. Right Hannah? She said giving her arm a slight nudge.

"Y-yeah" Hannah stammered, "traffic was...crazy."

Jacob let out an exasperated sigh. "You guys are just lucky we've been slow this morning" he said tossing them a pair of work aprons. "Now get your butts back here and get to work."

Hannah cluched the apron for dear life quickly tying it around her waist to regain some semblance of coverage. Mia however languished and tied hers only loosely, allowing a full view of her chest from the side.

Briefly squeezing her hand as she passed to the bakery section of the cafe, Mia whisper to Hannah, "You're going to do great, trust me." Before disappearing into the rows of flaky treats the lined the shelves.

"Yeah, great" Hannah muttered aloud as she took her position at the register.

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Hello everyone, thanks for reading part 2. Truth be told, I started this section immediately after part one because I really enjoyed the idea of following Hannah as she gets used to all the naked people around her. Including her friends.

Apologies that this part doesn't have any hard core fucking in it. I am trying to build up to something more steamy but wanted the story to take me there a bit more naturally. Maybe in the next part?

Please let me know what you think, I'm always open to a little constructive criticism.

Thanks again -B

Edit: spelling

Welcome to Barewood Estates pt.1 [F21] [F43] [slow burn] [casual nudity] [drama] [romance?]

Hannah stood alone in her room, facing herself in the mirror and scrutinizing her body. A habit she had never indulged in until moving with her mother to Barewood.

Her eyes scanned herself from top to bottom. Critical of her every feature. Her short cropped auburn hair was too thin, and the strands near her cowlick stuck up at odd angles. Her collarbones were fine, she supposed, not as prominent as she would have liked maybe, but serviceable.

He bra was a boring, nude affair. Functional, comfy enough, but completely unremarkable. Not that it would matter here. With a sigh, she unclasped it, letting it fall to the floor in a graceless heap. Her breasts she felt were her worst feature. In her mind, they hadn't grown since high school, barely filling her already small hands. The skin surrounding them paler than her already pale flesh, highlighting them even more. Her face scrunched up at the sight of them, fighting the urge to cover up.

Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to continue. Her waist was pale, soft but not pudgy. Though she absent mindedly pinched a small roll near her hips with a look of disgust.

Her eyes lingered on her underwear for a long time. A white pair of Hello Kitty panties she had had for as long as she could remember. They were juvenile, immature, and unbecoming of someone in their early twenties now. Still, she couldn't deny a certain attachment to them. She hypothesized that they reminded her of her childhood, of better times, before quickly shaking that thought off.

In one swift motion, she slid them off and kicked them to the side to join her discarded bra. Staring between her legs, she once again regarded the pale flesh, highlighting her boney hips. She had shaved the night prior, but as she continued to evaluate herself in the mirror, she wished she hadn't. The perfectly smooth skin of her mound made her feel even more exposed somehow.

Her face reddening, she took her fingers between her legs, spreading herself in the mirror. Though she had no idea what she was looking for, she instantly determined it was unsatisfactory and buckled her knees together to hide herself.

She stood like that for some time, her mind racing with negative thoughts she couldn't quite articulate. She hated it here. She hated her mom for packing up their lives and moving across the country. But most importantly, she hated that everyone around her, and soon she, too, was naked.

"Hannah!" Her mother Rose calls from downstairs. "It's 9am, come and get your breakfast or you're going to be late!"

Hannah blinked. Had she really taken that long looking herself in the mirror? Glancing over at her phone, she quickly scanned it for the time 9:06am

"Shit" Hannah thought as she threw open the doors to her bedroom "of course I'm going to be fucking late on my first day. Of fucking course."

Hannah raced down the stairs of her freshly furnished townhouse, nearly tripping as she reached the landing in the kitchen.

"Good morning honey!" Came the sing-song voice of Rose as she sat at the kitchen counter nursing a cup of coffee. "Oh good!" She cooed "you remembered your probation period ends today. Looks like you've already gotten with the program too!" She said referencing Hannah's nudity.

Hannah scowled. Her mother was right, the one month grace period that new residents of Barewood received when they first move in did indeed expire today. From this day forward, Hannah would be expected to observe the closes community's strict rules on nudity.

Indeed Hannah's mother had embraced the community's rules from day one. Baring her curvy, tanned body for all to see with gleeful abandon.

Hannah opened her mouth, trying to find the right words to tell off her mother, but she stumbled, not wanting to get into another fight that would just make her even later that she already was going to be at this rate.

"Morning" was all she could mumble as she reached for the plate of eggs and toast her mother had prepared for her. She shivered slightly at the breakfast table, unused to the sensation on her bare skin.

"Hannah," Rose began. "I know that -"

"Gotta run," Hannah interjected. Scraping the chair of the table against the floor as she stood suddenly. Without meeting her mother's gaze, she stormed off to her car.

"Have a good day," Rose murmured as she watched her daughter leave.

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Hello everyone, B here. Thanks for taking the time to read this train of thought intro that I wrote while bored at work, lol.

I would be interested in continuing this and seeing where it lands. Obviously, I want to explore the casual nudity side of it and how Hannah adapts to it. It might also slide into a more free love style casual sex scene that's bubbling up under the surface. Honestly, I haven't put too much thought into it.

Let me know if you're interested in a part two. And comment and helpful criticisms are appreciated.

Hannah stood alone in her room, facing herself in the mirror and scrutinizing her body. A habit she had never indulged in until moving with her mother to Barewood.

Her eyes scanned herself from top to bottom. Critical of her every feature. Her short cropped auburn hair was too thin, and the strands near her cowlick stuck up at odd angles. Her collarbones were fine, she supposed, not as prominent as she would have liked maybe, but serviceable.

He bra was a boring, nude affair. Functional, comfy enough, but completely unremarkable. Not that it would matter here. With a sigh, she unclasped it, letting it fall to the floor in a graceless heap. Her breasts she felt were her worst feature. In her mind, they hadn't grown since high school, barely filling her already small hands. The skin surrounding them paler than her already pale flesh, highlighting them even more. Her face scrunched up at the sight of them, fighting the urge to cover up.

Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to continue. Her waist was pale, soft but not pudgy. Though she absent mindedly pinched a small roll near her hips with a look of disgust.

Her eyes lingered on her underwear for a long time. A white pair of Hello Kitty panties she had had for as long as she could remember. They were juvenile, immature, and unbecoming of someone in their early twenties now. Still, she couldn't deny a certain attachment to them. She hypothesized that they reminded her of her childhood, of better times, before quickly shaking that thought off.

In one swift motion, she slid them off and kicked them to the side to join her discarded bra. Staring between her legs, she once again regarded the pale flesh, highlighting her boney hips. She had shaved the night prior, but as she continued to evaluate herself in the mirror, she wished she hadn't. The perfectly smooth skin of her mound made her feel even more exposed somehow.

Her face reddening, she took her fingers between her legs, spreading herself in the mirror. Though she had no idea what she was looking for, she instantly determined it was unsatisfactory and buckled her knees together to hide herself.

She stood like that for some time, her mind racing with negative thoughts she couldn't quite articulate. She hated it here. She hated her mom for packing up their lives and moving across the country. But most importantly, she hated that everyone around her, and soon she, too, was naked.

"Hannah!" Her mother Rose calls from downstairs. "It's 9am, come and get your breakfast or you're going to be late!"

Hannah blinked. Had she really taken that long looking herself in the mirror? Glancing over at her phone, she quickly scanned it for the time 9:06am

"Shit" Hannah thought as she threw open the doors to her bedroom "of course I'm going to be fucking late on my first day. Of fucking course."

Hannah raced down the stairs of her freshly furnished townhouse, nearly tripping as she reached the landing in the kitchen.

"Good morning honey!" Came the sing-song voice of Rose as she sat at the kitchen counter nursing a cup of coffee. "Oh good!" She cooed "you remembered your probation period ends today. Looks like you've already gotten with the program too!" She said referencing Hannah's nudity.

Hannah scowled. Her mother was right, the one month grace period that new residents of Barewood received when they first move in did indeed expire today. From this day forward, Hannah would be expected to observe the closes community's strict rules on nudity.

Indeed Hannah's mother had embraced the community's rules from day one. Baring her curvy, tanned body for all to see with gleeful abandon.

Hannah opened her mouth, trying to find the right words to tell off her mother, but she stumbled, not wanting to get into another fight that would just make her even later that she already was going to be at this rate.

"Morning" was all she could mumble as she reached for the plate of eggs and toast her mother had prepared for her. She shivered slightly at the breakfast table, unused to the sensation on her bare skin.

"Hannah," Rose began. "I know that -"

"Gotta run," Hannah interjected. Scraping the chair of the table against the floor as she stood suddenly. Without meeting her mother's gaze, she stormed off to her car.

"Have a good day," Rose murmured to herself.

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Hello everyone, B here. Thanks for taking the time to read this train of thought intro that I wrote while bored at work, lol.

I would be interested in continuing this and seeing where it lands. Obviously, I want to explore the casual nudity side of it and how Hannah adapts to it. It might also slide into a more free love style casual sex scene that's bubbling up under the surface. Honestly, I haven't put too much thought into it.

Let me know if you're interested in a part two. And comment and helpful criticisms are appreciated.

Edit: Spelling

Hello internet weirdos. I'm a 25 year old bisexual woman whose currently holed up in her room pretending to work.

I write shitty smut in my spare time which I have a lot of these days. Pop by and say hello and maybe suggest an idea for me to write about?