Author: Oliver Newton

Title: Sophie and Amy's Sleepover - the First Night

Summary: Sophie invites her friend Amy to a sleepover and a
nudist Halloween party, which might be interesting, or a
disaster...

Keywords: gg M nudity, intimate bath and massage

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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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Sophie's text reached me just as I was leaving Sainsbury's with
the shopping for the weekend. 'Could Amy come for a sleepover?'
It was a typical Sophie text, short.

This weekend I had been hoping to take Sophie to our local nudist
club where they were having a Halloween party. Sophie had been
surprisingly enthusiastic when she heard about it at the nudist
swim I had taken her to a month previously and badgered me into
changing the date of my parental access weekend accordingly.

'Who is Amy?' I flashed back. Didn't Sophie realise that she
couldn't just invite Amy along to a party at a nudist club?
Parents tended to be suspicious of such things!

'Girl in my ballet class.' Came the immediate reply.

'OK, but we were going to the nudist club Halloween party,' I
replied doggedly, hoping she understand that Amy's parent's were
very unlikely to be keen on Amy running around naked with a lot
of naked old men leering at her.

'Amy wants to come.'

'Did you tell her it was at a nudist club?'

'Yes'

'And??'

'What???'

"Her parents might object.'

'Her mum is OK with it.'

'text me her number!'

I had been looking forward to this party. I am not especially
sociable but George and Jennifer, who I had originally met at one
of the swims, had encouraged me to bring Sophie to the Halloween
party and though I hate fancy dress I couldn't disappoint Sophie

I rang the number that Sophie sent me. "Hello? Is that Cathy?"  I
began timorously, expecting a refusal and probably some abuse as
well if I admitted we were nudists. "My daughter has invited your
daughter to a sleep-over this weekend..."

"Oh yes! Amy said there is a party. She's very excited!'

"Errm..." I began, wondering quite how to reveal the nature of
the party. "I don't suppose Sophie told her it is a party at a
nudist club? We are nudists and Sophie probably didn't think-"

"She did say!" The laugh at the other end surprised me. "Amy
really wants to go. We aren't nudists but it's only bodies isn't
it?"

"Ah! Good!" I exclaimed in surprise and immediately got onto the
firmer ground of the pick-up and return arrangements.

On Friday evening I was at the Sun in Dunsfold well before the
seven o'clock hand-over time. The pub is roughly half-way between
my ex-wife's house and mine and is a sort of neutral zone where
Sophie's nanny can safely drop her off on a Friday evening and
collect her on the Sunday. It was an arrangement written into the
custody agreement and, however ridiculous it might seem, it was
likely to provoke my ex-wife to even greater vindictiveness were
I to challenge her. Anyway, Sophie's current nanny was a gorgeous
Ukrainian girl and much pleasanter than my ex-wife.

"Hello! Are you Sophie's dad?" asked a slim blonde girl in a pink
and purple coat. Behind her was a woman in her mid twenties,
quite as pretty as her daughter but looking a bit frazzled,
frayed at the edges, as though she had had a rough week and
needed a break.

"Hi, yes. Sophie's not here yet. Would you like a drink?"

For a moment I thought she was about to refuse and flee but Amy
tugged at her hand and gave her an admonitory glance.

"I'm Marcus," I said as they sat down, "what can I get you?"

She relaxed a bit when I brought a spritzer for her and a J2O for
Amy. Sophie was late and probably it would not have been
appropriate for Cathy to rush off and leave Amy with me, so she
opened up a bit and explained that she was a single mum, worked
at Gatwick and was taking the opportunity of the sleep-over to
work an extra double shift and add some money to their holiday
fund. Amy, she explained had already agreed her costume with
Sophie and was very excited at the prospect of the party. Since I
had only previously been to one social at the club, and that had
been an eighties disco with not much being worn after the first
hour, I was dreading her questioning me about the party - but she
didn't. As soon as Sophie arrived she kissed Amy, handed me Amy's
overnight bag and left. Sophie's nanny apologised for being late,
handed me Sophie's overnight bag and followed Cathy out of the
pub.

The two girls chattered excitedly all the way home and I felt
even more like a chauffeur when I was left to carry the girls'
bags to Sophie's room. It wasn't that they were rude, rather that
they just ignored me. They even ignored me when I asked if they
wanted anything to eat: they had both had something before coming
out. Disconsolate, I left the girls chattering excitedly in
Sophie's room and went to run a bath.

As I ran the water I became more and more concerned about taking
Amy to the club. It was typical Sophie to spring things on me at
the last minute and I suspected that Cathy had been put in a
similar position. Over the past few visits Sophie and I had
achieved a degree of intimacy that was alright in privacy, but
did Sophie understand the need for discretion? A cold spasm
gripped my guts as I began to imagine all the many disastrous
possibilities if the truth leaked out. Bringing Amy along only
added further complications and increased the risks.

"Bathtime!" exclaimed Sophie appearing in the doorway with Amy,
though this time both were naked.

"OK! Hop in," I instructed aware that I was stiffening as they
brushed past me and stepped into the tub. Sophie gave Amy the
comfortable end and playfully tickled Amy's belly with her foot,
then her nipples and finally, and very deliberately as if to
excite me, to part Amy's labia with her left big toe and very
obviously seek her clitoris.

Amy grinned at Sophie in a way that for a reason I can't explain
excited me further. I could not take my eyes off Amy, beautifully
flat-chested and affording me a delicious view of her vulva that,
I thought wishfully, seemed just a bit flushed and pouty as
Sophie gently manipulated it.

"Time for you two to wash!" I said in as normal a voice as
possible despite the bursting feeling down below and an iron band
around my chest and my penis sticking straight out.

"Can you wash my hair?" Amy asked sweetly. "My mum would have
done, but we were in a rush."

Amy let her eyes drop from mine and settled on my erection. She
stared wide-eyed, lips slightly parted and a pink tongue flicking
between them as if she were imitating a snake. My penis responded
by rising well above the horizontal and dribbling a silvery skein
of precum.

"Me too!" chimed in Sophie with a knowing giggle that made me
think that perhaps this had been arranged between the girls. Then
she glanced at Amy and then at my erection before looking me
square in the eye and asking archly

"Papa, why is your penis so big?" She held my eyes as if in a
staring contest but a wicked grin played around the corners of
her mouth.

"Because you two little girls are good enough to eat," I blurted
in surprise as the thought of the big bad wolf in Red Riding Hood
popped into my mind. I reached for the shower and turned it on,
testing the temperature. Maybe the big bad wolf was not an
appropriate image in the circumstances!

It was fun washing the girls' hair. I had got quite adept at it
under Sophie's instruction and now I could apply my skills to
Amy's thick blonde hair. The two girls coughed and spluttered and
giggled all the way through as if it were a great game. Then, of
course, it was time to wash their little bodies and I decided not
to ask them to wash themselves. Sophie, I knew, would welcome my
soaping her all over and ensuring that her vulva was thoroughly
washed but I wondered how Amy would react. She giggled rather
more than Sophie but also gave every sign that she was enjoying
ministrations to her tiny nipples, firm tummy, and neat bum and
her oh-so-soft vulva with its gentle lips opening the way to
heaven. It was an effort of will not to become too intrusive and
so I lifted the girls out of the bath, wrapped them in towels and
began to dry them.

The moment the girls had gone to Sophie's room I seized the
opportunity to masturbate furiously, lasting barely thirty
seconds before my knees turned to jelly and I erupted into the
wash-basin. The relief was as calming as the ejaculation had been
explosive. I wiped the basin clean and allowed my breathing to
return to normal. As always after I have indulged myself in
secret pleasures I experience the reaction. Not exactly guilt but
rather a fear that my own powerful desire might have frightened
away the very thing that created it.

"Papa!" called Sophie imperiously, "come and dry our hair."

It was one of our rituals that after a bath I'd comb, brush and
part-dry Sophie's hair before plaiting it and usually then
massaging her or reading her to sleep. As I went to Sophie's room
I wondered idly whether was thinking of including Amy in our
rituals: surely not? But my hopes were soaring as I entered the
room and was greeted by the two girls bouncing on the bed
shouting 'me first!' in unison.

"Amy's the guest!" I answered firmly and set about the business
of combing and then brushing and plaiting Amy's thick blonde
hair. She was quiet and calm, which is more than I could say for
me; my heart was beating wildly but ecstatically even though the
gentle, rythmic action was calming. Sophie was next as Amy lay on
the bed beside us watching.

"Now you can massage Amy" directed Sophie as I finished her plait
adding "and me after of course."

In some ways this was what I had been both fearing and hoping for
and was in two minds as to whether make an excuse or to leap at
the opportunity. I chose a middle way: "Oh well! If you must..."

There is something about massage that can be transcendant, going
beyond simple touch into a sort of physical communion. At its
most intense it is as if the massager and the massagee are
becoming a single sensual being. I think for it to reach that
level there has to be a high degree of sensual maturity in both
parties, though Sophie and I were, I think, getting close to that
level of intimacy.

I could tell immediately that Amy was tense and uncertain as I
made the first gentle sweeps up her legs, across her buttocks and
up to her shoulders. I worked a bit on her shoulders and neck and
then down her arms to her hands before returning to her feet. She
seemed more relaxed as I worked back up her legs and a gentle of
the movement of my hands to slide gently up her inner thigh,
brush her vulva and them slide up through the soft valley between
her buttocks gently caressing her rosebud. It is generally at
this point that you can tell whether the subject is going to
engage with the sensuality of touch and in Amy's case I detected
what felt eager acceptance of the intimacy. This was confirmed
when at my first brush across her vulva she relaxed and parted
her legs in the inviting 'frog's legs' position that little girls
instinctually adopt when sensually aroused. In my opinion it is
the girl's body's natural way of signalling it is inviting
stimulation.

By the time I lay down with a girl snuggled up on each side I was
too tired to do more than appreciate the softness of the two
bodies. Both girls had had tremendous orgasms though Amy
surprised me both that she was very noisy and was far less
'lady-like' than Sophie in insisting on my paying her the proper
attention such as when I introduced the tip of my tongue to her
vagina she insistently demanded more until my jaw ached with the
effort of penetrating her as deeply as possible with my tongue.

Amy had been a revelation! I had never expected that any girl
would or could be more open with me than Sophie and certainly not
on first acquaintance. How easy to mistake her shy quietness for
a quiescent sensuality. I lay in the middle of Sophie's bed with
a sleeping girl on each side, but I was far from sleep. Sophie
lay with her back to me on my right while Amy lay snuggled up on
my left with her right leg thrown carelessly across my belly
crooking my profusely leaking erection in the crook of her knee.
My left hand caressed her buttocks and a finger tentatively
explored the sweet puckered anus and softly yielding vulva. I was
keen to discover more of her but it would not have seemed right
to wake her.

As carefully as I could I got out of bed regretfully leaving the
girls soft bodies relaxed in blissful sleep and went quietly to
the bathroom to masturbate. I stood in front of the mirror slowly
masturbating and wondering what it would be like to introduce my
throbbing penis to Amy's invitingly tight vagina.

"What are you doing?"

Amy was standing in the doorway watching me sleepily, one hand
casually fondling her vulva.

Since I could not hide what I was doing I said simply
"masturbating."

"Oh!" she said with growing interest "can I watch you?"

"You could help me?" I suggested carefully.

"Oh, how?" she responded with sudden interest.

"Well, put you hand on my penis" I suggested and took her hand
and placed it on the shaft, "and just gently move it up and down
like this," I explained, demonstrating.

She proved to be an eager and assiduous student while I was
raised to heaven by the firm but soft grip of her small hand. I
am of average size but Amy's small hand made me feel as if I were
prodigiously endowed.

Amy applied herself with devotion, her face a picture of
concentration and the tip of her tongue poking out from between
pursed lips.

"Oooh!" she exclaimed, holding up her palm glistening with my
copious pre-cum, "it's all slippery!"

I simply purred and encouraged her to continue, the added
lubrication raising me to a state of explosive ecstasy as the
orgasm began to build deep down like some primeval sexual
volcanic magma. In moments my knees went rubbery as the
ejaculation burst out and splattered the tiles. Amy continued to
masturbate me as the aftershocks sent further gobbets of semen
spattering the wash-basin.

Amy stood staring at me wide-eyed holding my deflating and
dripping penis. "That was amazing!" she said quietly.

I dropped to one knee and gave Amy a huge hug and kiss "Oh my
God! That was truly amazing. Thank you darling. Now you'd better
go back to bed."

Amy stood looking at me, glanced at the semen spattered
wash-basin, grinned and said "goodnight" as she tiptoed out of
the bathroom.

It had indeed been an amazing orgasm! Probably the most memorable
I'd ever had. Sophie enjoyed masturbating me but it always felt
as if she were merely thanking me for having made her feel happy.
Sometimes she would fellate me, but it too was more a form of
reward for me rather than something she really enjoyed for its
own sake. On the other hand Sophie enjoyed intercourse with a
passion: sitting astride and controlling the speed and depth of
penetration with an eager wilfulness that was driven by her
desire for her own orgasms with scant thought for granting me
release. I began to wonder whether Amy might be different. I
crawled into my bed and drifted off to sleep on a wave of happy
satiation tinged with guilt, rather like surfing a wave over a
coral reef and hoping you'd not come a cropper.









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