Nudism

In Germany for a work placement and deep in fantasy about my lover Helena’s upcoming visit, I decided to investigate the German subculture known as FKK—freikorperkultur—free body culture, or in a word, nudism.

I found a spa by the side of a lake a little way out of town. It looked perfect: romantic, picturesque, and luxurious. Impatient, I made a booking for the first afternoon of her visit. I counted down the days, fixating on seeing her soon, seeing her naked, and seeing her stretched out on a wooden bench next to me in a sweaty sauna. 

When the day of her visit arrived, I went to the airport and could already feel my hardness pressing slightly into the front of my jeans. I hoped it wouldn’t be obvious as I rode the subway, although perhaps anyone who wanted to look might only notice a little extra package than typically expected. The thought turned me on more. Was I becoming a bit of an exhibitionist?? 

We met at the airport in a flurry of emotions, the excitement and strangeness of reconnecting after time apart. Our bodies pressed together in a hug and I breathed in her scent hungrily. The smell of her hair and the perfume on her neck melted away the intervening time and made me crave more of her, all of her. 

I regretted that we now had a booking for the spa and I couldn’t take her home right away, but I decided to enjoy the extra anticipation in each other’s company, recognising also that she might need a bit longer to get into a similar headspace as me. 

We made our way to the spa and checked in, receiving gorgeous, fluffy bathrobes along with the instructions on etiquette–most crucially for us Brits, being reminded of the rules on no bathing costumes. Of course, I needed no reminder, and fortunately, Helena was also expecting this. I looked over at her, hoping to read her mood as she took off her jacket, shoes, and t-shirt, standing there barefoot in just her denim shorts and bra. “Nice pedicure,” I said softly, noticing she had a red pedicure to go with the manicure I’d spotted straight away. “Thought you’d like it,” she grinned. 

She pulled down her shorts, and I enjoyed watching her have to fight them over her round, firm ass, noticing with a thrill also that she’d worn one of the thongs I’d bought her recently. She then released her bra and turned coquettishly away from me to complete undressing—“You can look later,” she said. I studied the smooth curve of her naked back.

Once we were both in our robes, we went through into the showers. I let the water wash over my skin, leaning into the sensuality. I took some soap and ran my hands through my hair, lathering the bubbles over my body and down my legs, avoiding my crotch while we were still in public. I looked over to watch the water washing over Helena, the soap suds spilling over her breasts and forming a trickle down her stomach, pooling slightly in the hair between her legs, before running down her inner thigh. My gaze followed the line down her calves and over her ankles, now spotting a glinting anklet also. 

I wanted to bend down to stroke her legs and worship her slim, elegant feet but instead I followed her as we made our way to the large, heated pool. 

“Ready?” Helena asked as she got in first, and I watched her naked form from behind as she disappeared beneath the water. I took in the sight of her swimming a few strokes, knowing she’d love the freedom of being absolutely nude in the water. Sensing a growing excitement between my legs, I decided to join her in the water. If nothing else, it should hide my growing cock. 

I swam up behind her, kissing her neck and placing my hands round her waist. I whispered to her how much I’d been wanting to hold her. By now my cock had become fully hard and I allowed it to press up between her ass. “Naughty!” she said, scolding me gently and pushing me away playfully. “Control yourself in public.” Fair enough—after all, the water wasn’t opaque but I couldn't help myself… 

I swam off a little way and tried to focus on losing my hardness, wondering also if anyone had noticed. Unsurprisingly, this was not an effective strategy, especially as Helena exited the pool, and I watched the water stream down her naked body. I had to stay in the water until I was finally under control. I then set off to find Helena.

I found her in the first sauna house nearby, already stretched out on her towel on the top bench. I took in the smooth sweep of her legs, torso, and hair, drinking in the sight. I sat where I had a great view of her, hoping she’d adjust her legs slightly so I could see up between them. A few other people were in there though, so I couldn’t ask her directly if she’d put on a show for me. 

Sensing me watching her, she did move her thighs, putting the soles of her feet together and letting her knees fall to each side. Now I had a perfect view of her sex–the neat line of hair leading down to it, the smooth skin around it, the pinker skin of her lips, the dark slit down the middle. I breathed deeply, wishing I could place my face between her thighs and inhale her smell. She placed one hand on her stomach and one on her thigh as I watched intently. She did this casually, knowing it would be driving me crazy. She reached down as if to brush something off herself, lightly grazing her vulva. My cock twitched in response, and I looked round in case anyone had noticed. 

Teasing me excruciatingly, she got up and went to the icy plunge pool outside. I followed, timing it perfectly to watch her naked form re-emerging from the pool. I uttered a low moan of appreciation to her. However, the plunge didn’t help drive away the growing sexual tension in my body, which was now unbearable. I knew I couldn’t spend a whole day like this without release.

I said I needed the bathroom and walked back to the changing room by myself. We’d shared one locker, and so I went in search of what I was craving–her underwear, which I hoped would smell of her. I was in luck. I found her thong on top of her clothes. I could see the whiteness of her juices against the black fabric. I checked no one else was around and picked them up, burying my face in them and drinking in the scent. It was delicious, as I’d remembered–unlike any other smell, salty, sweet, and earthy, but totally her. It was her essence. 

My cock needed no further encouragement to spring to full hardness. I began to squeeze myself with my hand, then run it along the length of my shaft. I felt the rush and tingle around my groin that signaled the approach of an orgasm. Normally, I would slow down to let it subside and build again, but now I was too excited by everything. Conscious also of being in public, I decided to let myself go. After only a short time more, I could feel my cock filling with cum and I worked myself fast until it shot out, hitting the tiles a couple of feet away in several jets, as I clenched my ass and thighs firmly. 

I glanced around to check I was still alone, and luckily I was—I subtly squeezed out the last few drops from my softening cock and grabbed a towel to wipe up the mess I’d made.

After I’d taken care of myself a bit, I was able to relax into the day much better. We ate lunch in our robes on a beautiful terrace, we found a room inside with a blazing fire where we drank a couple of drinks, and we even found an area designed for napping. We snuggled up on a daybed together, underneath some blankets, and had a deep, blissful nap in each other’s arms. 

Towards the late afternoon, we started to talk about heading back to my flat. We left the last sauna—a beautiful room overlooking the lake—and put on our robes. We took a shower in adjoining showers, but with no cubicles, I took the opportunity to watch her again. I drank in the way she arched her back slightly as she rinsed off her hair, raising her arms and pulling her skin taught over her stomach. I enjoyed watching her breasts rise and then fall gently back down. I watched her lather up between her legs and rub the soap away, squatting slightly, separating her thighs slightly as she did so. “Enjoying the view?” she asked with an arched smile, catching me and glancing down between my legs. 

We left the spa and made our way across town, walking up to my flat along the gorgeous river Rhine. As we walked, I slowed occasionally so she ended up a few paces in front of me, allowing me to enjoy the sight of her walking in front, her calf muscles flexing, her hips swaying slightly, her bum tensing peachily. My mind switched between the image in front of me and the memories of her naked in the spa earlier, mentally undressing her in public. 

Finally we reached the flat, dumped her bags, and sat down together on the little balcony with some cold beers. We caught up on the time apart, and then started reminiscing about the idyllic day we’d just had together. As we chatted, I stroked her thigh casually, running my hand from her knee to the hem of her shorts. 

After we finished our beers, without another word she leaned in for a kiss and our lips met, softly at first, and then with increasing hunger. I stood up and pulled her onto her feet so I could hold her whole body tight against mine as our lips pressed together, and our tongues started their own game of kiss-chase around our mouths. 

We moved back inside, still kissing, and quickly ended up on the bed with me on top of her, my thigh between her legs. She was grinding her hips, and I knew she loved the feeling of my leg muscles rubbing against her sex. We rocked our bodies together like teenagers for what felt like an age, kissing greedily and letting our hands explore each other. 

When I felt like my cock was going to explode in my jeans, I rolled off her to lie next to her. I reached down for the button of her shorts and tugged them open then down over her hips, knees, and ankles. Starting from the bottom, I paused to kiss and stroke her feet, admiring every inch of her up to her gorgeous thighs. “You are so beautiful,” was all I could manage to articulate. 

Finally, I let my fingers wander to her underwear, tracing the edges where her inner thighs met the fabric, reaching under with my fingertips, working nearer and nearer to her slit. Pressing through the fabric against her entrance, trying to feel the nub at the top where her clit was. 

I leaned over her to kiss her stomach and then down to kiss between her legs, breathing in her scent through her thong. I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Can I take these off?” I asked.

She nodded, moaning lightly in response. I needed no second invitation and tugged on the fabric to expose the gorgeous line of hair on her mound. She lifted her hips to help me get them off, and I slid the thong all the way down to her ankles. 

Once she was fully naked I paused to take in the sight. Although we’d been naked at the spa earlier, this was different–now I was up close, able to touch and really enjoy myself. I kissed all the way back up her body–from her toes, up her calves and thighs–teasing around her vulva, and then carrying on up her stomach, between her breasts, collarbones, neck, to her lips. 

By now, I was down to my boxers also, and my hardness was pushing against the fabric desperately. She reached down to tease me through the fabric, and I knew she wanted me to push my way inside her already, but I rolled off to lie next to her. 

“Wait—I want to focus on you, at least for a while,” I said.

Her eyes wide, she simply let out an “uh huh,” and let me continue.

As we kissed, my hand wandered back down to between her legs. I traced around the soft skin of her labia, running up and down the line of pubic hair, circling nearer and nearer to her clit. My other hand reached for her breasts, squeezing them gently, tracing around her nipples, rolling them lightly between my fingers as they hardened and extended for me. 

“Will you play with my ass?” Helena asked.

I was surprised but excited. “I’d love to...”

I stroked all round her area, knowing how sensitive it would feel, and then rested the pad of my fingertip against the entrance itself. With my other fingers, I reached up for her vulva, letting one slide inside her wetness, curling upwards slightly with some pressure. My other hand went to her clit, now starting to move from side to side like I’d watched her do when we masturbated together. “Is that nice?” I asked, looking up. She nodded in reply, with a low moan. 

Applying some lube to the finger on her ass, I very slowly slid that inside her too, just up to the first knuckle. She breathed out heavily, on the edge of it all being too much and struggling to verbalize anything other than some low moans. My cock throbbed even more in response, wanting relief, but I was even more eager to bring Helena to orgasm now. 

I could tell she was getting close, the muscles of her vagina tightening around my two fingers inside of her, a slight flushing of her face and chest. Our mouths were resting with our lips lightly touching, synchronizing our breathing and touching our tongues occasionally. I moved away from her to kiss her neck, biting her skin very gently, and then down to her chest, taking one of her nipples into my mouth and sucking with increasing strength. 

“Come for me,” I said, and at that moment I felt her hips and back arch up from the bed, and then finally the waves of her orgasm through her body, her contractions gripping the fingers I had inside her. As she came, I stopped the movement of my hands but held her tight, using my strength to hold her down slightly and push against the waves of her orgasm.

“Say my name”—and when she obliged, I kissed her softly in response, gradually releasing my hold on her and letting my hands slip out from inside her. 

I moved up, removing my boxers to allow my cock to come out, and pumped it a few times over her post-orgasmic body, holding one of her breasts with my other hand. I brought myself to her mouth and told her to kiss the tip, which she did greedily. 

Using all my self-control, I pulled away and laid back down next to her, letting her hand find and grip my cock, while my hand traced back down to her sex. Very, very lightly I started touching her clit again.

“Do you want more?” I asked. She nodded, biting her bottom lip. This time I wanted to taste her though, so I moved down to lie between her legs and let my tongue lick all the way up and down her slit a few times. 

She was bucking her hips to meet my mouth, and I gave her what she wanted, half sucking and half licking her clit in a firm, regular rhythm. My fingers found their way back to her holes, resting at the opening and then sliding gently into both of them at the same time. 

I knew it wouldn’t take her long to cum this time–I could feel her orgasm building even more intensely with my face between her legs and my hands now even deeper inside her. She moaned even louder this time, oblivious to the still-open windows, and I wondered if the neighbors could hear us, enjoying the idea. I continued pleasuring her until she was so sensitive she couldn’t take any more then looked up at her and grinned, cupping her sex all over with my hand in a warm embrace for the last waves of her orgasm. 

I could tell she was spent now, and although I hadn't cum this time myself, I was very, very satisfied. I came back up the bed and lay next to her, holding her spent body in my arms, our feet resting together, our legs entwined, our stomachs touching, and her head resting on my chest with her eyes closed. “I love you,” she said. I stroked her hair as I replied in turn, and enjoyed the breeze over our naked bodies as we cooled down and our heart rates slowed gradually in tandem. 

Photo by Ekaterina Mitkina