Unknown - The camping trip

Jeane was relieved as she had never seen Alex naked, or any male outside of babies she had babysat and a few wrinkled pictures her friends had shown her once. She had once walked in on her parents as they were watching an "adult" video. She still kicked herself for being so absorbed in the TV that she had not really noticed what they had been doing on the sofa. Were they ever embarrassed. But she was younger then. Only recently had that incident returned to her imagination and with vengeance. Actually, now that she thought of it it might have been fun to "dress" Alex, maybe some other time. The thought of that excited her, until she remembered Nancy's "immature" speech. Well, she would find out herself.

The ladies dressing room was empty, thank goodness. She told Alex to face the other way as she undressed. Jeane had always like to undress sensually, even before she had even heard of the word. Her mother had raised her to admire and respect her own body and she had often told her how nice it was and how much better it was going to be. Even now, some nights when she had trouble sleeping her mother would come to her room and give her a massage to help her sleep. Those nearly full-body massages were wonderful and tingly, especially when she traced her budding breasts and nipples and around her genitals. Her mother would sort of go into a trance when she did that, but Jeane loved it. Once her mother said, "Someday a nice young man is going come along and do this to you and you will see why being a woman is so great." She was beginning to get the idea already.

Anyway, she obviously had taken too long as when she was finally ready to slip on her bathing suit she noticed that Alex had turned around and was facing her. His face was expressionless. He said nothing. But then a great big smile came to his lips. "I like you, Jeane," he said.

Quickly, she finished dressing and told Alex to hold still while she took his shirt and shoes. He stood stock still.

They spent about an hour playing around alone in the pool. Jeane was afraid Alex would be a pain, but he turned out to be really fun. They could play tag and all sorts of games as well as just paddle around. At one time during their game of tag he got a little rough and insisted on hugging her, but she just held his face and looked straight at him and told him to stop. Actually, she wouldn't have minded it except she was getting excited by all of the body contact and was embarrassed that someone would see them.

Nancy and Josh returned then. Josh offered to take Alex back, as Nancy wanted to take a shower. She said Jeane could join her. That sounded rather interesting as she enjoyed being with naked women, at least her mother and her friends. She had taken many showers and baths with her mother, which she encouraged. They could talk woman-talk, she said.

They quickly undressed and went into the shower area. It was one big area, and was not divided into stalls. Jeane turned on the shower and began soaping herself. Nancy was a tall, elegant woman, that men would call well-built. Her breasts were fairly large and firm, jutting out proudly from her chest. Her stomach was slightly rounded, and her hips curved pleasantly down to lovely long slim legs. Jeane was much shorter and slim, tiny compared to Nancy. Her budding breasts were much smaller, being about the size of tennis ball-halves and her nipples were pink and delicate. She had a flat stomach and the hip curves were just beginning to show. She also had lovely long legs.

As Jeane lathered herself, she glanced at Nancy and saw that she was facing directly toward her and was washing her pussy, her legs slightly apart, giving her a look directly between her legs. Then she turned around and dropped her soap on the floor and bent over to pick it up, with her ass pointing straight toward Jeane. When Nancy straightened up, Jeane saw her glance towards her. Well, how about that, Nancy knew she was being watched and she was showing off. For several minutes, the two females continued to wash themselves and cautiously display themselves to each other.

Finally, they turned off the water and moved to the dressing area. Jeane sat on a bench, with her knees straight towards Nancy and spread her legs, drying her pussy in full view. She glanced at Nancy. Surprisingly, Nancy looked at her and nodded approvingly.

"You are going to be a beautiful woman, Jeane," she said. "I pray you find a man who will also appreciate your beauty and womanness. You obviously approve of me, too. I trust you would approve of my sensuality also, as they go hand in hand. Josh and I are out here to try to get something going in our lives, marriage, that is…Oh, hell, our sex lives.

"You understand what I mean don't you?" But before she could say she didn't, Nancy continued, "Jeane, I think that sexual intercourse is just about the greatest thing there is. I could fuck (that term doesn't offend you, does it?) all day long, but Josh doesn't want to. I am lucky to beguile him into doing it once a week. Once when I was desperate I got him to screw me five times in three days, but then I got afraid he would not be able to get it up and then he would really be a problem. He also has a tendency to skip the preliminaries and stick it right in. We go through K-Y like mad. I had an affair once with this great guy (but he was married and it got messy). He knew how to do it. Wow, did her ever," she trailed off.

"I sure hope you find a caring, sensitive guy like that. Believe me it ain't the size of the cock that does it, no siree. I also had a sort of an affair with another lady. That was nearly as good. I can see where the lesbians could be well satisfied. It is all in the caring and sharing. Big macho men with big cocks are a pain and I don't mean physically. Why our vaginas can birth a baby with a huge head, so no cock's ever too big."

"I am sorry, Jeane, I just got carried away. I just sort of see a kind heart in you, someone who would listen to my frustrations without blaming or belittling. I sure hope you don't mind. Do you?"

"Of course, I don't, Mrs. Harrison. Although…" "Cut the 'Mrs. Harrison' crap. My name is Nancy."

"You know, I say you and Josh doing it last night?"

"You did? Well, that's great, well, no it wasn't, I mean, you didn't see a great example of screwing, but I am glad you saw us. It is sort, well, makes us intimates, doesn't it? That wasn't one of his worst times, but I was just as horny after as before. Did you like watching?"

"Actually, I did. What does it feel like, I mean, having someone put something inside of you? It sounds gross to me."

"Well, now, Jeane, if just anyone came along and said, 'Hey, let me put this pretzel up your twat,' well, I would agree with you. But when some gentle, caring guy (or gal, as the case might be) has got you higher than a kite, it feels like you've died and gone to heaven when he sticks his cock (or most anything) in you. Believe me, Jeane, it may seem gross, but God sure knew what She was doing. And I know God is female, because after men screw it's all over, but we, women, just keep right on going, if we don't let the bastards turn us off. Stick with me, Jeane, and I'll show you."

At that she got up, still stark naked, and went over to her. She reached down and gave the young girl a big hug. Since they were both naked there was a lot of skin to skin contact, and was it neat. She lifted her right up (Nancy was no shrinking violet) and held her off of the ground. She set her on the bench and stepped back to look at her at arms length.

"Yes, Jeane, I could easily become a big, big fan of yours," she said as she slowly let her gaze drop down and take in my whole body. Then her soft delicate hands also took the same trip. "My, my," she whispered as her hands gently fondled Jeane's ripening breasts. Jeane's nipples quickly stood erect to greet Nancy's touch. Her warm hands then traced Jeane's youthful contours to her slim hips. Then she carefully took Jeane's hands and placed them on her own ample breasts, encouraging her to play with her nipples as she had done.