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Sometimes there are things that happen in your life that you almost take for granted.
For me, it’s one particular private area on the banks of the Lachlan river in country New South Wales, and a situation I found myself drawn into for over 2 years.
Most of the mainstream boating, swimming and fishing occurs in the area of town in which the river cuts through the centre. But towards the outskirts many areas exist that are accessible only by foot, and when you find them they are priceless. Having said this, there are few undiscovered destinations in life that you can hold onto.
My particular haven is found every now and then, and has become the resting place for no more than a dozen or so people who find their way there whenever the sun is unimpeded enough. Most like me have found the bend by chance, almost as a result of an afternoon or morning bushwalk that went a little further than usual.
Most of the river banks are elevated above the surrounding grass and trees, but this particular place cuts down to the river’s edge and provides a spacious area of river sand that is clean and comfortable for laying on. The river almost slows around the bend making it ideal for swimming.
In the two years since I discovered the bend, I can now understand why there is a level of angst and tension when a distant voice becomes closer and makes it’s way down to the water’s edge. It’s an unwritten rule that the area is “free” in that clothes tend not to be worn by those who choose not to wear them. But most that stumble onto the area are unaware of this at first, and are usually caught up in an awkward moment. They either decide to stay and join in or leave in a hurry. Most leave, not by being conservative, but I believe that they assume that we are all part of an organised group that know each other well.
We don’t. Even though we may lie almost side by side up to twenty times in a summer and spring, and have the occasional chat the level of conversation and interaction is quite low. It’s a different world at the bend that starts the moment you arrive and ends the moment you leave. Throughout the week you may occasionally spot someone behind a bank teller or at a pub, but apart from the occasional glance things are left alone.
The scene is mostly sensual, and not sexual. Naturist and nudist groups tend to disassociate themselves from anything sexual, but I can’t see how this can be true. I’m a straight male with a girlfriend who just happens to be private when it comes to her body. At the bend I seem to lose all inhibitions about my own body and my sexuality and can become aroused at the sight of anyone’s body, female or male. People often wonder why there are few erections on a nude beach. There are erections, but this is easily disguised by lying on your front.
People at the bend are about as natural as you would find anywhere. No super models here I’m afraid, but if there were they would be frowned upon. I think that it’s the naturalness of the situation that makes things so sensual.
My penis occasionally grows when I talk to Bec and Tina, but they laugh it off and tell me to jump in the river, or comment that “you must be desperate if you find us exciting”. Two women in their late 30’s that were in the year above me at High School. Bec has a one year old son that she brings with her. She is skinny, too skinny, with pale complexion and a brunette bob. I can’t recall seeing her without a smear of white zinc on her nose and cheeks, and she relishes the shade when the sun burns too brightly. Her breasts have dropped slightly, but she carries herself well. Bec’s pubic hair is out of control, I don’t think it’s ever been trimmed in the slightest, and even extends to her inner thighs, including a very thin trail to her navel. Tina is the complete opposite, tanned to the point of skin damage. Small and pointy breasts that would be out of place in a bra, and a mass of curly hair on her head. Tina never removes her bikini pants, only topless. She pee’s a lot, and takes off to the bush almost every half hour to squat behind a tree.
I hardly knew Bec and Tina from school but don’t remember them to be close at all. I wonder at what point they decided to be in a position to even find the bend, let alone sit together almost every weekend minus all or most of their clothes. Tina is single, not my type at all, Escort bayan but for whatever reason I fantasize more about Bec. Tina is too confident about her looks, even if she looks aged and damaged. Bec is so natural and uncaring about how she is perceived. Nothing will ever come of my fascination for Bec, nor would I really want it to (not after it happened, anyway). She seems content with her life, I’m sure she’s married or with a steady partner that chooses not to take part.
The least inhibited of the people on the bend I couldn’t tell you their names. They have been coming on and off for only 6 months. Aged probably in their early 30’s, and tough and wild with lots of tattoo’s and piercings. Both are shaved all over, both seem to be crazy about each other and are unafraid to let their feelings be known. They lie in an area that is semi-private, but on most occasions they will excite each other to the point that he enters her from behind, side by side. It’s over in seconds, but I can see the hidden giggles from Bec and Tina when it does happen. They know they are watched and couldn’t care less. The female will always immediately wash, but walk near or past all of us with ejaculate either dripping from between her legs or in her hands.
There is one couple that I wish would find an alternate area. Michael and Samantha are nice people who are as close to what I would call true naturists as anyone. Everything about them is great, they communicate, enjoy the lifestyle, swim and are free as birds. They may turn up only once a month, but are usually accompanied by their children. Boy 8, girls 6 and 2. Mike and Sam are unphased by nudity of any type, but having the kids along changes the dynamics. I know if anyone finds it annoying, it’s the “sex couple” who decide instead to take a walk to finish their business.
Judy has no problems letting anyone know that she is attracted to me. In any other situation I wouldn’t take notice of her. At 38, I’m active, athletic enough and still have my full head of hair. Judy’s in her mid-50’s, large, loud and breasts that sit on her chest like two balloons ready to burst. Tina in particular takes in Judy’s attention to me with a great deal of humour for a number of reasons that will become obvious.. I wonder deep down why Tina has never made a play for me, maybe it’s because I’ve never made a play for her. But if it was a choice of Judy or Tina coming onto me I know who I would take.
Judy will often lie her towel down next to me and disrobe straight away. She has never taken the hint when I arrive at the bend after her and move my towel close to Bec and Tina. Judy talks my ear off, and makes me less relaxed. Even if I lie face down, turn my head the other way and close my eyes Judy will talk and talk until I respond. It’s my fault that things turned out this way. After first meeting Judy, she offered to rub some of her suntan oil on me. Something that seems to be quite mutual at the bend, and takes a while to get used to. Judy started at my shoulders and kept going, down towards my bottom and legs. I was at the time surprised, but nobody seemed to take much notice, even though everyone watches everyone else. What happened next was over in seconds. Judy demanded that I flip over, which I did, and her oily hands worked my chest, legs and finally my penis. Without wanting to offend, and being more than aroused I let her continue. My mind blocked out any chance of an erection, but I have to admit that I enjoyed the openness of the touch. Judy asked me to do the same, and I responded. Fully, all over including her breasts and vagina.
Since that day, I’ve realised that suntan oil seems to be the ice-breaker that removes the barriers between people. Although I have never had a rubdown from Bec (unfortunately) or Tina I have allowed myself to be oiled countless times by Judy amongst others.
At the bend, once you have the reputation as being a “rubber” (someone who will rub suntan oil and allow them to be rubbed) it never leaves you. The ration of rubbers to non-rubbers is about 50-50. It’s different to rubbing suntan oil on someone at a beach. There, it’s the shoulders and hard to reach areas. But at the bend, it’s everywhere, no exceptions. I can see how I was trapped into becoming a rubber, and believe that Judy is the instigator who will test the waters with new Bayan escort people. If they take the bait, they’re hooked while ever they choose to come to the bend. Fortunately, ,Judy seems to take control of the rubbing, but when she doesn’t turn up it’s a different matter. I admit that I enjoy watching the events. Judy will offer a rub to anyone, male or female. Those that accept have no choice but to return the favour. I have never seen anyone recoil from the deal. If Judy touches you all over, you touch her all over, simple as that. I love watching new females put in the position of being asked to flip over. Judy doesn’t have a bisexual bone in her body, but I can see the female with a thousand question marks above her head as Judy’s hand glides over the front of her body, and then find herself in a position where she feels that she has no choice but to do the same.
I sometimes think that Judy is the reason why so many people don’t return to the bend. When Judy is initiating a new male to the art of rubbing, any conversations I am engaged in at the time become slowed. We watch sideways as her hand sets to tackle his penis, and await with anticipation for an ejaculation. It happens from time to time, but rarely. When a male ejaculates his feelings of exhilaration turn into sudden embarrassment. You can guarantee that it’s the last time he will come to the bend.
For me, I have never once asked someone to rub me. I would be too uncomfortable to, and let’s face it, I don’t have any problems in doing it to myself. Bec and Tina aren’t rubbers. They accept that I’m part of the club, but find it no big deal. The only time that I’ve come close to a rub with Bec is when she’s asked me to apply her zinc to her nose. Usually Tina takes care of that. There is in no way anything sexual between Bec or Tina, but at the time they shared a sisterly bond. Tina would paint Bec’s zinc with the precision of a make-up artist, usually white but sometimes in pink or even blue. It would either be a simple stripe down the middle of her nose, and the same over both cheeks, or sometimes a traditional aussie look covering the whole nose. It gave Bec a sexy edge.
The first time a male asked me to rub him was a shock to the system. I was on my towel next to Tina, when Peter asked me to “do the honours”. I was a little taken back, as this was usually Judy’s job however Judy was nowhere to be seen.
Peter’s a fit man in his late 40’s. He mostly keeps to himself but like most of us at the bend is open and natural. I approached his request clinically but nervously, rubbing my hands over his smooth skin as I would if participating with any female. Peter liked to use a creamy sunscreen, not oil, which required frequent topping up. I made my way down his back, over his bottom and onto his legs. Tina talked to me as though nothing unusual was occurring, meanwhile I was in panic mode that she was about to witness me touching another man’s penis.
Peter flipped over, and his body that I was so used to seeing suddenly became a battle ground. I was frightened that he may become erect, but stayed totally professional. As I was working his chest and underarms Judy appeared, and I hoped that she would want to take over. Instead, she flopped on her towel and carried on without a care. I made sure not to leave Peter’s penis until last and made my way quickly to it. It was easier than I had anticipated. I simply applied the cream, lifted up his shaft and ran my hands over it, and felt a slight growth. It was so natural that I felt excited to be able to touch a penis in that way in the company of females. When it became my turn, I was as comfortable as I would have been with Judy or any of the other female rubbers.
From this point on I was never guarded when asked to rub a male. Although I would never let on I was secretly excited to be asked the question and would look forward to the part that included the penis. In discussions with Bec and Tina I would continually make the point of my straightness while never directly referring to the rubs. I think that they knew the point I was trying to make but would never give me the satisfaction of saying that they understood. The rubs were all part of the experience to those that partook.
One thing that I had never dwelled on was the longetivity of the scene at the bend. Most people I knew Escort there had been involved for a while and then drifted out for reasons that I never would know. Maybe the novelty simply wore off as time went on, but for me it was the changes in people and situations that changed my outlook.
The first incident happened in the beginning of my third summer at the bend. The same old faces turned up, with a few new ones that either stayed or went depending on their reaction to Judy and her evasive hands. It was her hands that started my downfall. During my first rubdown of the season I became excited at the touch of her hands on my penis. It was probably the anticipation of the six months leading up to this that did it for me, but I became harder than ever and Judy sensed that she had me where she wanted me. To make matters worse, as I ejaculated she tilted my penis enough so that I spilled myself onto Tina’s towel. Tina laughed and commented that I was a poor shot, but deep down it was the first time that I felt over-exposed. Bec was bemused but in the same vein seemed to have an air of disappointment. To make things worse, the crossing of the line with Judy wasn’t the first. On the subsequent weekend I had walked off to take a pee. Judy followed me as if by accident, but took things further by asking me to masturbate her. Rather than take up her simple offer which would have been only fair, I not only touched her, but licked her and fucked her fully. This happened on two occasions, and Judy being Judy never let on to Bec and Tina but instead gave a full version of events to Mike and Sam who she was certain would spill the beans.
Not long after, Bec and Tina has a falling out. Enough to discourage Tina from returning to the bend. Bec continued to come, but was distant at first before finding a new friend to come with her. Pam was a little older and less friendly, and the two withdrew into themselves and rarely talked outside their circle.
The final unusual event for me was being asked by Jason for a rub. Jason was aged in his mid 40’s and had always been a bit of a loner when it came to the bend. Judy would rub him only semi-frequently, as most of the time he applied lotion before arriving.
On the day that I was invited to give Jason a rub it was sunny but late enough in the day that we were the last there. Judy had taken off somewhere, Bec and Pam had recently left as the others. I sensed that this was more of a “get to know you” rub, but by this stage in my life at the bend I thought nothing of it. Even the thought that we were the only two there made no difference to me. I rubbed him as I would rub anyone else, and paid no more attention to a penis than usual. Only for the first time I felt a penis really swell in my hands.
I lay on my stomach and felt Jason rub me in the same way. Then without warning, his finger slipped into me anally. I was shocked, and said firmly “Jason, I’m not gay”.
Jason replied matter-of-factly “neither am I, I’m just horny”
I got caught up in the moment, feeling too free for my own good. I let him do with me as he saw fit. He flipped me over, took me in his mouth and I came. Without a hint of hesitation, I allowed myself to be returned to my stomach, lifted my bottom and allowed his penis to enter me. I was in a whirl, but in ecstasy, doing something that I never would have considered. My body wanted his penis inside me, and bucked with rhythm enough to help him come inside me. Why I allowed this to happen I can only put down to two and a bit summers of being so comfortable around males that at this point nothing was out of the ordinary.
When finished, it was as though it had never occurred. We dressed, said goodbye, and for me said a final goodbye to the bend. It was as though I would sooner or later cross the final line, and now it had happened.
As that summer has now come and gone and a new one is only 4 months away, I wonder about whether I will get the courage to return. I don’t believe that I will. While in a steady relationship I allowed myself to have sex unprotected 3 times with Judy and once with Jason, and the testing process over the next months was a constant reminder that my time at the bend was now complete.
During the winter months, as those before it, I often see Bec, Tina, Pam, Mike and Sam, Peter and Jason amongst others that breezed in and out of the bend. To this day, I have never seen Judy once outside of the bend but figure that she must live on a farm. I wonder who knows about me, and who doesn’t. Maybe one day I’ll summon up the courage to have a coffee with Tina and find out the latest.
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