Author: Oliver Newton

Title: Lunch and a Swim

Summary: An internet chat leads to an interesting meeting and a
trip to a water-park.

Keywords: M, F, g12, g11, g8, g6, nudity, romantic fun

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It is a product of a
fertile imagination. Under no circumstances does the author
recommend or even suggest that a reader should attempt any
similar behaviour or actions. Do not try this at home!

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It was raining and Sophie and I were twenty minutes late as a
consequence of my having failed to follow the satnav's
instructions accurately in this warren of narrow lanes and
unsignposted junctions so that I was losing hope that I would
ever find Jim's cottage, imagining rather that I'd find myself
marooned on rain-lanced marshes.

"Are we nearly there yet?" Sophie asked without any hint of
irony.

"According to the satnav we are" I replied, trying to inject my
voice with confidence.  I had been really excited by the prospect
of this visit but was beginning to fear that I had been hoaxed.

Just as I was coming to the conclusion that when a thing appears
'too good to be true' it generally is the satnav told me to turn
left in one hundred metres. Immediately I saw a gateway in the
roadside hedge ahead and moments later drove over a cattlegrid
and bumped and splashed slowly along a sodden track.

"Is that it?" Sophie exclaimed excitedly pointing towards a house
surrounded by a hedge of great dark leafless trees.

"Satnav says it is," I observed, thinking that whoever lived
there would have heard me arrive so I had better continue to play
the game, admit I'd probably entered the satnav coordinates
incorrectly and drive away again, chalking the whole thing up to
experience.

"Cool!" commented Sophie appreciatively. "And this friend of
yours lives here?"

I did not admit that I too was surprised. Jim had called his home
a 'cottage' and  this house, with its steep pantiled roof pierced
with three dormers and surmounted by a massive chimney that
indicated its age, seemed rather more than a mere cottage. It
looked as if it was, or had been, a farmhouse as there was also a
large barn just behind and cart shed taking up one side of the
gravelled area in front of the porch.  I parked next to a
Landrover and walked hesitatingly to the porch. I was convinced
that I had been hoaxed.

Just as I approached the porch the door opened and a girl of
about eight or so stepped out. "Hello!" she called, "you must be
Oliver."

I stared and stared at the little fair-haired bare-foot girl in a
t-shirt: she was gorgeous. Jim had talked about his sister and
nieces - so was this girl one of those? Did that mean his sister
was here?

"Where's Sophie?" she asked, looking disappointed until she
caught sight of Sophie in the car and beckoned enthusiastically.
"Come on!" she shouted, "lunch is getting cold."

I heard the car door slam and Sophie galloped over. "Hello!" she
said happily, "who are you?"

"I'm Lucy," the girl replied, "and you must be Sophie." So saying
the grabbed Sophie's hand and led her into the house. As Lucy
turned the t-shirt flipped up and revealed the top of her thigh
and the curve of a cheek. She seemed not to be wearing a skirt or
shorts or even underwear. I shut the door behind myself and
followed the girls into the hall, my eyes glued to Lucy's
delicious bum that seemed to be playing peek-a-boo atop bare
thighs.

"Hello Ollie," called a woman's voice and moments later the owner
of the voice came out into the passage. I stared rudely at the
shapely woman holding a child in the crook of her arm.

"Is Jim here?" I asked disbelievingly. This must be his sister,
or I had walked into some very elaborate trap.

"I am 'Jim': well, I'm Gemma really," she replied quickly; "I'll
explain later. Come in! Lunch's been waiting a bit but it should
be OK."

"Err... ohhh!... I hadn't..." I stammered. "I'm sorry, I got a
bit lost."

"Come on!" Lucy urged, "we're hungry!"

Still convinced that this was some elaborate hoax I allowed
myself to be led into a big kitchen cum diner and playroom, all
the time looking for hidden cameras and expecting the hoaxers to
leap out at any moment.

"Come on, take a seat and join us!" urged Gemma as she headed
around the table towards the stove, smoothly depositing the girl
she had been carrying on a booster seat on one of the bent-wood
chairs. "You've met Lucy" she said, pointing towards the girl who
had opened the door, "and this is Molly" she added patting the
girl on the booster seat on the head, " and that is my eldest,
Alice" she said waving a hand in the direction of a slim
fair-haired girl of about eleven who gave me a sly smile.

Sitting myself at the table under the eyes of these four females
was quite unexpectedly nerve-wracking. I had arranged to meet
'Jim' to take 'him' to a nudist event at a water-park about an
hour away.

"Are you still wanting to go to WaterSplash?" I asked doubtingly.

"Oh yes!" chorused Lucy and Alice eagerly.

"Of course. Why wouldn't we?" Gemma asked as she began to serve
lunch.

"Umm" I stammered uncertainly, "I only got tickets for Sophie and
me."

"Don't worry, I said I'd get my own ticket" she said
reassuringly. "Now Alice, Lucy, help me serve."

As I watched I convinced myself that Lucy certainly wasn't
wearing knickers thanks to the teasing hinting at bare bum cheeks
as the t-shirt flipped up as she skipped to the stove to help
Gemma. Alice, had on a slightly too-small spaghetti strap top
that drew my attention to the two gentle swellings that were, I
was sure, the first hints of her developing breasts. She grinned
teasingly and turned with a wiggle of her bum in loose cotton
shorts.

I had, I thought, talked a nervous 'Jim' into accompanying Sophie
and me to WaterSplash for his first nudist outing. Now it seemed
I was taking Gemma and three girls, two of whom were already
attracting my completely inappropriate attention such that my
penis uncoiled itself uncomfortably in my pants. What had I let
myself in for?

When Lucy plonked herself on the seat next to me I could not drag
my eyes away from the tantalising glimpse of her bare thighs
though the hem of her t-shirt just preventing a vision of her
bald, bifurcate pudenda. I had to force myself to look away or
else I could not have resisted the temptation to lift that hem
for a closer examination.

Gemma sat Sophie next to Alice and went to the fridge and handed
me a big bottle of Fentiman's ginger beer. "could you?" she
asked.

I looked around and saw that Lucy had her hand between her thighs
and seemed to be fondling herself while Alice and Sophie were
talking to each other in that wide-eyed way girls seem to display
when they meet a friend for the first time. Quite suddenly it hit
me that I was going on a nudist outing to WaterSplash not just
with my daughter and an internet friend but three more
pulchritudinous young ladies. As I stood up to fill glasses I
felt my penis struggling against the constraints of its position
pointing down the leg of my trousers. There was no way I could
hide the fact that I was becoming rampantly erect! My hand shook
so much I had to steady the bottle.

I sat down and poured my own glass, which emptied the bottle,
lifted my glass and offered a toast in a wide sweeping gesture to
Gemma and the girls saying, "Sophie and I thank you for inviting
us."

The stew was indeed excellent and I focused my attention on my
plate rather than the females around the table. But my mind was
in overdrive! What on earth was I doing here? 'Jim' had never
given any indication that 'he' might be a 'she'. When I had
mentioned the WaterSplash event 'he' had expressed interest but
was reluctant to accept my invitation. 'He' had twice deferred
and it was only when the deadline loomed and I pressed 'him' for
a decision that he accepted somewhat reluctantly and insisted on
buying 'his' own tickets.

The invitation to lunch had come about when we were discussing
the arrangements for the day because 'his' place was on the way
to WaterSplash from my home. Now everything had changed! If Gemma
was actually 'Jim' then I was in totally uncharted territory
because 'he' said 'he' had seen me masturbate on cam at least
three times and if 'he' was indeed Gemma, then what about the
children? Had it just been Gemma watching the chats or had the
girls watched too? I couldn't believe that they had, but the idea
was provocatively exciting

"Do you often go to nudist swims?" Alice asked as she brought a
fresh bottle of ginger beer and topped up the glasses.

"As often as I can," I replied

"What's it like?" Lucy asked, swivelling in her chair and leaving
me in no doubt that she was, indeed, knickerless.

"It's just swimming in the nude. Haven't you done it?"

"Yes," admitted Lucy sagely, adding "but only on holiday."

"Well, then you know," I answered, trying not to stare at her
beautiful bald vulva that she was just then touching in a lazy,
absent-minded sort of way.

"Do you go to swims with your dad, Sophie?" Gemma asked.

"Sometimes," she replied reticently.

"Do you like it?"

Sophie toyed with her fork and looked at me. "I wish there were
more people nearer my age," she replied diplomatically

"Will there be children like us at WaterSplash?" Alice asked.

"I hope so," I replied, a little too fervently, "but I don't know
what this evening will be like because I've never been before."

"I went there with my friend's birthday party last year" replied
Alice, "it's wicked! Even if it is all naked old people it'll
still be fun."

Five hours later the noise in the kitchen was indescribable! If I
had had any worries the girls had banished them within minutes of
arriving at the water park. While the drive there had been tense
with excitement the wait until admission was enlivened by the
girls making friends with an assorted gaggle of other children of
similar ages. Sophie was possibly one of the oldest kids there
and so she and another girl, who might have been a year older to
judge by her more mature figure, led a tribe of about half a
dozen others from about six upwards screaming down one ride after
another.

I did have my fair share of fun since Gemma was to going to be
outdone by her children and was not going to allow me to wimp out
either. The first time down each of the rides was a terrifying
leap into the unknown which remained exciting even when one knew
what was ahead. It helped that Gemma was barely more grown up
than Lucy and made me go back for more when, had it been my
choice, I'd have opted for the peace of the spa. But then I would
have missed the excitement of having kids climb all over me in
the wave pool as they urged me to throw them as far as I could.

"You looked as though you were enjoying yourself," Gemma observed
as we retreated to the spa's steam room.

"Did it show?" I asked

"Oh yes!" she laughed, "you had a grin from ear to ear."

"Yes, took a bit of time for the excitement to die down," I
replied remembering the wild arousal induced by intimate
proximity to all those soft vulvas and floppy, and not so floppy,
little penises.

She was about to say something but the man next to her seemed
keen to strike up a conversation with her, which left me with the
opportunity to quietly appreciate her girlish body, astoundingly
slim and trim for someone who had had three children. I tried to
work out how old she was: she looked about ten years younger than
I, more like Alice's sister than her mother. Even if she was my
age then she would have had Alice in her late teens, otherwise
she would have had to have had Alice when she was little older
than Alice was now.

When she turned her attention back to me I asked a question that
had been gnawing at me since lunch-time. "In our chats, you
seemed to share my fascinations," I began obliquely, "but I don't
see how you can, as a mother."

She fixed me with a steady, searching look as if considering
whether to answer. After a long pause she made a wry smile. "I
understand what it is to be like to be the object of such a
fascination."

"Ah!" I exclaimed as the penny dropped. "So what you said about
your 'sister' was in fact you?"

She nodded in assent. "I was fascinated by the way you talked
about your feelings for Sophie."

"Am I wrong then?"

This time she shook her head and glanced around the steam at the
other people. "I've seen you with her," she said carefully. "To
me she looks very happy."

There was much I wanted to say, but in front of a steam-room-full
of strangers it seemed wiser to hold my tongue and find something
less contentious to talk about but she forestalled me by
suggesting we go and have one last round of rides.

Immediately Alice ran up with a very tired Molly and pleaded that
we take her off her hands. Molly left her sister and came over to
me, holding her arms up in that universal signal 'pick me up'!

Gemma went off with the girls and Molly and I went to the wave
pool again where she perked up and demanded to be thrown and use
me as a diving platform. I didn't complain. She reminded me of
Sophie at that age; the same unconscious enjoyment of the
sensuality of close bodily contact. As with Sophie I found myself
monumentally erect even though the girl was, like Sophie had been
at the same age, completely indifferent to my state. Fortunately
the water was deep enough to cover my state and to allow me to
enjoy the excitement, at least until the other girls came
whooping into the pool and demanding my services as a thing to
climb on and jump from. Oddly, but fortunately, that was
deflationary so that by the time we exited the pool my penis hung
its head respectfully.

Back at Gemma's house we had a late supper and when I began to
make noises about leaving Alice and Lucy pleaded with Gemma to
allow Sophie to stay. She looked at me and raised her eyebrows, I
nodded; the girls whooped and asked if they might go and watch
films.

"I'm going to put Molly to bed; would you like to come and talk?"

I sat on the loo while Gemma gave a very dozy Molly a very quick
bath, wrapped her in a towel and dried her before putting her
into bed. Molly was asleep before her head touched the pillow.

"Like to share a bath with me?" Gemma asked as I followed her out
of Molly's room, "that is if you don't mind sharing Molly's bath
water? I'll top up with hot!"

Turning on the hot tap she slipped off her clothes and stepped
into the bath. "Come on, I'd like a cuddle."

Fortunately it was quite a large old cast-iron tub and we just
about fitted. She let me lie down and then settled back against
my chest and let me enfold her in my arms. It reminded me of bath
time with Sophie, although Gemma's firm breasts were very
different from Sophie's flat chest: but their nipples responded
similarly to a gentle squeeze and caress.

"Do you do this with Sophie?" she asked.

"You know I do," I replied. One of our long chats had been about
the pleasures of bathtime.

"Lucky girl..."

"Do you bath with your girls?"

"Yes, but it is not quite the same."

"Why?"

"I don't have that lovely willy I can feel against my back."

I let my hand slither slowly from her belly to the just slightly
prickly mound of her pudenda and seek the welcoming velvet
softness of her labia. We lay there, my hand gently exploring the
welcoming softnesses as the water slowly cooled.

We were woken in the morning by Sophie and Alice bringing us
breakfast on trays. Sophie handed me a tray with a mug of coffee
and two warm and sliced croissants. Alice handed Gemma hers with
a big orange juice and a bowl of gently steaming porridge.

Gemma thanked the girls and said "come back later and we'll have
a big cuddle!" The two girls skipped off giggling, the vision of
their firm young bums retreating out the door caused a little
stirring. As I sipped the coffee I began to think expectantly of
a bed full of naked girls.

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