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Hubby and I had been cruising southward on I 5 out of Stockton for about 4 hours. Scenery rushes past the blue Honda CRV at an average speed of 61 mph. The airconditioner hummed chilling the interior. Traffic had been moderate since we left our house at 8 o’clock.

We pass the time listening to an audio book by Nelson De Mille titled “The Panther”. The narrator Scott Brick is a long time favorite of Jon. I don’t mind him or De Mille although if it was up to me we’d be listening to a girl narrate a romance.

We are about a half hour out of Santa Maria, a town on the coast north of Los Angeles. A Motel 6 awaits us there.

The point of our trip is to visit my sister Alexa and her husband. It’s a trip I like to make a couple of times a year. Alexa and Ron visit us a couple of times as well. When she comes northwest we like walking in the Sierra Nevada enjoying the mountain scenery. Down there we’ll go to the beach.

I had a notion to skinny dip but for the time being I’ll keep that a secret. Twenty years ago when I was a student at UCLA school of nursing I had streaked out of the dorm complex one Saturday evening in fall semester. OK I’ll admit it, I was lit and so was Jane, my roomie. I remember the escapade as though it happened yesterday.

The closer we came to our room for the night the stronger the urge became. Will Jon streak with me? He loves taking pictures. Will he post the photo to Facebook? So what if adana escort he does, as long as he takes it from the back.

I was wearing a blousony Garden Combo off-shoulder top, a black C cup strapless, bikini panties and blue capris jeans. I wanted to wear absolutely nothing.

The desk attendant at Motel 6 turns out to be a hispanic dude probably in his thirties. He has dark hair and a trimmed beard.

“Benson,” said Jon.

The youthful attendant turned his attention to his computer then a few seconds later slid two card keys toward us.

Our room on the second floor has one king-sized bed and two chairs. My husband put his suitcase in the corner then settled into one of those chairs.

Standing by the opposite side of the bed, I began to undress leaving my clothes on the carpet.

“Let’s go for a swim.”

“Aren’t you going to wear a bathing suit?”

“I didn’t pack one.” I lied.

I went out to the pool wearing only flip-flops and dark-blue sunglasses. After spending a couple of minutes in the water I settled into a chaiselounge. A few other guests came outside.

SO what if you don’t like that I’m naked. This is my lifestyle.

We left the motel at 10 the following morning. Alexa and Ron live just minutes away.

We came to a road lined with beautiful single-family homes and nicely landscaped front yards. This is where the rich people live.

We ankara escort pulled into the driveway to find my older sister and her husband waiting on the lawn for us.

Alexa, age 42, has long auburn hair framing a round face. She is wearing a ruched detail Navy top with blue cutoffs. Like me, she has a slim vase-shaped figure. We are near twins, except for stature. She’s taller by an inch.

Ron is 5 9 with an athletic physique. His hair is dark brown and his eyes blue. He’s wearing a black tank top and blue cutoffs with running shoes.

Anyway we took seats in the back yard and made small talk while drinking bottled spring water.

My husband and brother-in-law, both avid baseball fans, spent much time chatting about players and teams while Alexa and I engaged one another in girl talk. We did, however, chat a little about common interests.

ALexa knows about my college days. Back in the day we had a good laugh over the escapade. I’m not bashful about revealing another escapade.

“I skinny dipped in the motel pool yesterday.”

“You GO girl.”

“It was fun.”

About 1 o’clock we walked onto Old Port Beach. A Golden Retriever is running free through the ankle deep water, its’ owner standing near by.

Alexa and I stood gazing at the horizon. Our husbands stood a few feet away chatting about sports. Do they ever talk about anything else?

I put the question adıyaman escort to my sister. “Does anyone ever skinny dip here?”

“Not that I know of Stevie,” she replied. “There are plenty of beaches around for that.”

“It makes my husband horny.”

“Someone got laid last night.” Alexa remarked with a chuckle.

I gave her a nod with a grin.

“Sis, get naked if you want. I’ll never tell.”

I pulled off my shirt and shorts revealing my naked body.

“You planned to skinny dip, didn’t you.”

“Yah I did.”

My remark was still hanging in the air seconds later when my three companions all stripped naked leaving swimsuits on the bleach blankets.

We dashed toward the breakers and waded toward the swell and beyond. Small waves passed us and broke just a few steps away. Others were inbound in front of us.

Having spent several minutes dipping into the waves and splashing each other just for laughs, we came out to the wet sand.

Our walk fully nude no doubt attracted some attention. Let them look all they want.

Alexa has never been one to go skyclad but people change.

That she was enjoying showing her tits and ass to the world was plain.

My husband and I keep some secrets. We had watched each other masturbate the previous night. His messy climax was quite a turn-on.

How much can I tell Alexa about what he and I do in our bedroom? Back in the day when I was in college Jane and I shared a lot. It was as though she was right there watching me and Paul fuck.

When we finally got dressed it was only because we had decided go downtown. There’s no point in getting arrested although my sister had decided that she enjoys being nude under the blue sky.

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