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I grew up in a house that was not a nude home, but where nudity was simply a natural thing. Until my teen years, I did not realize every home was not the same. It is not like we came to the dinner table nude, or simply walked around nude either, but it was common to walk into the bathroom and see Mom putting on her make up- always topless and often fully nude. Dad would leave the shower and realize his shirt was in the laundry room- and without thought walk naked from one end of the house to the other to get the shirt. I may have been in the shower and mom had a question, she would pull the curtain back and ask, "what time are you going to the movies?" It was not deemed a sexual thing, but instead a natural thing. I only recall seeing my father erect one time and it was by accident- no different from other families.

When I entered Jr High, we used communal showers in gym class. This reinforced my belief that nudity was just nudity. It was not until that age that I attended sleepovers with friends and my openness to change my clothes in front of them with no urgency did I begin to sense something different. Finally at my friend's house, their bathroom/shower was just down the hall. I took a shower like normal, proceeded to walk naked back to the bedroom and his sister came into the hall. She was mortified, but I did not understand anything was inappropriate, so I just kept walking without attempting to cover up and returned to his bedroom to gather my clothes. His sister ran to his parents, and they called me into the family room to yell at me expressing their disapproval.

I did not get invited back. I did not really understand what infraction had occurred, but I did recognize my open nudity was not welcomed at their house- and it made me wonder if not accepted at others. As the years went on- I clearly understood the fact it was not publicly accepted- but I could not get over my personal acceptance and freedom that I felt from being nude among others.

Decades later- I would still actively seek ways to be nude in front of others and see them naked as well. It still has a freedom feel about it, but I must admit as I aged, the sexual stimulation component had taken over the motivation.

I would label myself as straight with a strong bisexual "sex only" interest in men. Put another way- I love everything about a woman. My only passion (but strong) with a man is oral and select anal play. I mention this as it has become important as I continued to seek a means to be naked among others. Communal showers can still be found at some gyms and campgrounds- but they are gender restricted. That has turned out to work out fine- as given the right setting- I can over lather/clean my genitals and get the attention of another man in the shower. We can exchange smiles and realize if we find a quite space- we can exchange a brief period of oral satisfaction. On a few occasions, hook up further at a camp site or one another's apartment for an extended sexual hook up...but then go our mutual ways.

The hook ups I have experienced with women are more pleasurable and extended. Most anything is on the table from mutual rimming to light watersports while sharing a shower. The sex, touch, smell, feel, taste is awesome, but...the recognition of a "one and done" does not seem to translate. Thus, an awkward termination of what was a stunning experience.

One of the most stimulating exhibitionist experiences (vs. pure sexual) happened in my late 30's. I was invited to a neighbor's house for a small dinner party. As the evening progressed and liquor overcame judgement, the host suggested we play an alternate game of Strip Poker. Having met the guests casually, but not seen (or been seen) naked by anyone- this was beyond stimulating. I felt like a teenager again about to lose his virginity. Nervous excitement taking over my body. Socks first, shirts, a few (rule breakers with accessories) and then we were all reaching the underwear, panties, and bra stage. One by one players exposed themselves until we all took turns baring ourselves as well. We sat around the table for a few hours drinking and telling stories- ogling one another but nothing more until it was time to go home. I have been unsuccessfully trying to recreate that evening ever since!

Decades later (again), so now in my sixty's I have more passion for nudity and sex than ever. No large hang ups, comfortable with myself and open to explore new things simply for the experience- knowing I can and will overall return to my routine of things I enjoy the most. I frequent a few nude campgrounds- but find them to be a little nude for the sake of being with nature for my liking. I have found nude beaches, skinny dipping places and small hot tub parties to be more stimulating- both addressing my desire to be nude among others, but also to feel the sexual energy among one another- even if (often) there is not any overt sexual activity. I am still like a kid when it comes to getting turned on by being "caught by accident" even if the "accident" is fully staged. I am not above having my towel fall off when the pizza delivery person arrives. Delighted to exit the bathroom shower when housekeeping has just entered. Wildly stimulated to be at a hotel with the curtains open some/fully if on an elevated floor where I can claim deniability should someone complain.

As much as I enjoy being seen nude and observing others- I am not generally motivated by group sex activities. However, one of my most memorable senior experiences was when I was invited on a weekend boat trip with a good friend from a long time ago that was passing nearby. He asked if I would join him and his wife on their yacht for the weekend and I of course agreed. I am known in my personal circles as someone comfortable in the kitchen- so I assumed that would be my role that I would gladly assume. I was indeed correct in the fact my kitchen skills would be utilized, but had no idea what else he had in mind. My friend Bob had experienced a medical condition that rendered him impotent. With his wife Cindy sitting at the table, he asked if I would have sex with her throughout the weekend. The only condition- he got to watch. This may evolve to a separate story- but for the sake of this being more about "Seeing and Being Seen"- this was perfect. We fucked, sucked, ate, and rimmed one another throughout the weekend. Cindy had me eat my own creampie (oh darn) every time I came in her over the weekend (all prior mentioned- deep passions of mine!). I also went down on Bob's flaccid cock several times (I've always enjoyed a soft cock in my mouth anyway). Cindy could not bring herself to suck him when soft as it reminded her too much of his medical condition. I remain hopeful I not only get to see my friends again, but that my "services" are also required.

I have added voyeurism to my personal sexual check list. I take frequent walks along the walking path at a nearby golf course. All along the way are lovely houses with windows providing a beautiful daytime view of the golf course. But at night, it provides a beautiful view inside the house. The owners obviously must know this- but it does not keep me from "hunting" for nudity or better some form of sexual activity. While my success rate is low, my vivid memory of each success keeps me fueled to keep walking, staying healthy and mostly remaining actively frisky on a nightly basis!

I hope to SEE you soon.

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