3

The next morning, I walked down to the beach, keeping my eyes peeled for Miss doe. I didn't know what I'd do if I saw her, though. It wasn't that big a resort. I couldn't hide from her for the next few days without staying indoors, and it felt like a waste to visit a nudist resort and stay indoors. I could be naked alone in my room anywhere. Not to mention what a waste of a perfectly good view it would be, I thought to myself as I glanced at the chests of a trio of college girls walking past me, bouncing jubilantly, free of their sartorial shackles.

I never thought I'd be so ambivalent about a naked woman, especially one I had had a crush on for so long. On the one hand, tits. I must have masturbated to the thought of her naked dozens of times without ever really expecting to actually see her naked. Certainly not without a telescope, at least. But yesterday she had stood right in front of me, completely nude, entirely exposed, baring her entire body to me. Those beautiful, luscious breasts, her firm, plump ass, her long, thick thighs, even her shockingly smooth, lovely pussy were all open to my gaze.

On the other hand, she was my teacher. Not only that, she was the coach of the Math Team for my entire high school career. She had taught me calculus. She had driven me to meets. She had presented me with a small plaque for being the team's top scorer. I still had the plaque on my desk at home.

But then again, she was right, wasn't she? I had graduated. We were just adults now, not student and teacher. And adults could have normal, polite discussions, clothes or no...right? I sighed.

The sudden squish of sand beneath my feet interrupted my thoughts. I had arrived. And there, right where I had been yesterday, lay a sunbathing Miss doe. Had she chosen that spot deliberately? Did she want to run into me? To see me? To talk to me? She was on her stomach, her buns toasting, her head facing away from me. I could walk away and find another stretch of beach. She'd never even know.

"Hi doe!" I said as I sat down on the empty chair next to her.

"John!" She sat up and leaned in to embrace me. Her chest pressed firmly against me. My heart thumped loudly. She pulled back. "How are you?"

"I'm doing well. Are you all alone?"

"Yeah. I usually come with my friend Baoqing, but she's visiting Jamaica with her boyfriend right now. She's expecting a ring by the end of it," she divulged, waggling her fingers. "He's a sweet guy. I think they're a pretty cute couple."

She paused and examined her fidgeting fingers for a bit before looking back up at me. "So...honestly, how was yesterday for you?" she asked, placing her hand on my upper thigh and sending a bolt of electricity through my body. "You seemed a bit on edge, if you don't mind my saying so."

"That obvious, huh? I mean, yeah, it was kind of weird, seeing you all...you know..."

"...Naked? Nude? Indecent? Starkers?"

"Yeah...that... But you know what? We're both adults. There's nothing for me to be embarrassed about," I said, catching a glimpse of her bare pussy. I immediately averted my eyes away.

She picked up a glass next to her, its bottom coated in moist sand, and took a deep sip. "Piña colada," she explained as she set it back down. "I'm so glad you think so. And I'm glad you came back today. I wasn't sure whether I'd get to see you again. You really were my favorite student, John. This last year just hasn't been the same without you in my class. I'd love to stay in touch with you."

"Thanks, I'd like that, too." I looked over at her book's lemon-yellow cover. "What are you reading?"

She held it out to me. "It's called The Teeth of the Tiger. It's a mystery novel. I really love the series. It's about this thief named Arsène Lupin. He's sort of like, if Sherlock Holmes were a thief, and cared a lot more about appearances, and weren't wicked antisocial."

"Sounds interesting."

"If you want to borrow it later this week, you can. I'm getting near the end. Enough people have died, anyway. There's only so many characters left..."

"I'd love to," I replied. "Do you usually read mysteries?"

"When I'm reading fiction, yeah, usually. I'm not a huge fan of the ones where you're meant to solve it before the detective does. I've always preferred older ones like Sherlock or Judge Dee where you're just along for the ride, where there's this seemingly inexplicable mystery that slowly gets revealed to you.

"I think that's one thing that Lupin does really well. You're presented with something that at first examination appears to be supernatural or impossible. You wonder how it could be done, and slowly you find out the solution. It becomes something mundane and ordinary and perfectly comprehensible. I really like that kind of revelation."

"I'll definitely have to check it out. I like that kind of story, too. When stories are too supernatural it just feels, I don't know...cheaty, I guess? Like, I feel that things like magic lower the stakes a bit, if you can just solve your problems that way. Do you read a lot of books like that? Maybe you can give me a list of recommendations."

"Sure thing," she said. She took out a pen and held it above her index card bookmark. "What's your email?" I gave it to her as she scribbled it down, in a form that I would have believed to be too messy to ever read again, but she seemed satisfied with it. "Awesome. I'll send you some of my favorites when I get back to civilization. You can actually find some of the early Lupin stories online. They're old enough to be out of copyright. You'd probably like Judge Dee, too. I don't have a computer with me, though. I try to avoid too much technology while I'm here. I leave all that stuff behind."

She spread out her arms and embraced the sky and the sun's rays. "It just feels so natural and peaceful here. This is how our ancestors were for billions of years. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad we have vaccines and the internet and books and stuff, but what benefit does constant clothing really provide? Wouldn't we be happier if it were as least optional? I mean, you don't mind that I'm naked, do you?" she inquired.

"Not at all," I replied, making sure not to let my enthusiasm enter my voice. "I agree, though. It's like, it doesn't hurt anyone, right?"

"Exactly." She flexed her shoulders, arching her back, and, incidentally, thrusting out her breasts. My eyes followed. "Ahh, I think I slept weird. My back's been killing me all day."

"Do you want a backrub?" asked a familiar voice. It couldn't have been mine, though, could it? Surely, there was no way I was stupid enough to offer a naked backrub to my naked teacher while we were both naked. I had hallucinated hearing that. I must have.

"Oh, that'd be wonderful!" She set down her book, stood up, and approached me. I could only watch in silent horror as she sat between my legs, offering her back to me. She reached back and pulled her sleek, black hair out of my way, draping it over her left shoulder. "Ready when you are."

I swallowed. Her backside was just inches from my crotch. Come on, John, you've done this plenty of times. Just never with a naked girl. First time for everything... I exhaled deeply, reached up, and gripped her shoulders firmly.

Her skin was soft. I began massaging her, kneading her muscles with my hands. She yielded to me, leaning back, surrendering herself to me as I moved my hands along her back. "Mmm! Right there," she moaned, as I found a tricky knot.

My cock stirred. I couldn't believe the teacher I had had a crush on all year was just offering her body up to me like this. I pressed the base of my hand against her affliction and patiently worked it out, all to the accompaniment of her constant moaning. "That feels incredible," she gushed, taking a deep sip of her drink. "I admit, I was a little bit jealous of your classmates you were always giving backrubs to."

"You were?"

"Of course. I always overheard them say how good you were. And they were right... You've got some pretty talented hands there, mister. Don't use them for evil."

The thought of suddenly reaching around Miss doe's body, of grabbing her full breasts and massaging her into orgasmic satiation until she was left trembling and quivering in my hands darted through my mind. "I won't."

My erection was growing. There wasn't much room left between us now. I felt as though I were strapped to a missile ready to launch, eager to reach its target, its programming overriding my own brain, my own thoughts. "Do it," it whispered to me.

"Can I give you head?" she asked me suddenly.

"What?"

"Can you do my head?" she asked.

"Oh, sure..." My heart pounded, drumming out a tarantella beat. I etched out small circles in her scalp, pressing my thumbs against the base of her skull. Her hair entangled my fingertips. As I freed myself, her scent enveloped me, a floral concoction, dominated by lavender. I inhaled with a hedonistic fervor.

She groaned deeply and leaned against me, her back against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder. My cock rose and pressed against her backside.

"John?" she mumbled hazily.

"Y-yes?" I stammered.

"Is that you?"

"Sorry..."

She chuckled. "Don't say sorry so much. It happens. You're a man after all. Do you think you're the first guy to have that happen to them in the history of nudism? You're not even the millionth."

"What do guys usually do when it happens?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Just wait it out. It'll go away."

"What if someone sees?"

"Well, usually, you'd just turn onto your stomach to hide it or grab a towel..." She put her hands onto the chair and pushed herself backwards against me, my erection now trapped, nestled firmly between my thigh and her ass. "But I'm enjoying this backrub too much, so if you don't mind, it'll be our secret for now. Is that alright with you?"

"That sounds fine," I said weakly, trying to think of anything besides my cock against this beautiful woman's ass. At least she didn't seem to mind much. She must be really used to this sort of thing. I gazed down her front. With her leaning against me, I had an unparalleled view down her mountainous chest. Her nipples were hard, protruding into the warm breeze. Near the top of her right breast lay a freckle I hadn't noticed before. The wonderful scent of her sun-kissed skin filled my nose.