MY STEP-SISTERS ARE NUDISTS??

"What do you mean you're getting married?!" I yelled. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well it all happened kinda fast, son. You were at school, I didn't want to interrupt your studies... You had enough on your mind, I'm sure. She's really a wonderful lady," my father explained. We were driving back from the airport. I had just flown home from college, ready to relax, when this bombshell got dropped on me. My parents had gotten divorced a decade ago, back when I was just thirteen, and it's not like I had expected my dad to remain single forever, but...still...

"I still don't get why you didn't mention her," I said. "Shouldn't I know a bit more about my future step-mother?"

He smiled. "I'm glad you feel that way, Matthew."

I frowned instinctively. I didn't like where this was going...

"It just so happens," he announced, "that Yunwen has invited us to spend the weekend at a nice little place she has on the water. It'll be a grea-"

"This weekend? Sunday's my birthday, Dad," I interrupted.

"I remember. And what better way to spend your birthday than with your new family? You'll get to meet Yunwen and Baoqing and Eva."

"Who are they?" I asked.

"Your future step-sisters," he answered.

"I'm gonna have step-sisters, too? You know how phones work, Dad. You really need to tell me stuff like this!" I sighed. Great. I had been looking forward to relaxing alone and I was already being forced into a weekend with total strangers. Still, with all my college friends living elsewhere in the country, I didn't have many people to celebrate my birthday with anyway. "Whatever, it's not like I have anything better to do this weekend," I conceded.

"Buck up, sport! Just keep a good attitude about it, and I'm sure you'll enjoy it. A weekend in the sun, by the water...it'll be the best medicine after your finals, don't you think? Your step-sisters are pretty cute, too," he said with a conspiratorial wink, "I know you'll get along with them just fine."

I tried to look disinterested and focused my attention on the other cars on the road. "Yeah? What are they like?"

"Well Baoqing will be your big sister. She's 25. Very smart, always has her nose in a book, just like my genius son," he bragged, tussling my hair. "She's a little quiet, but she's a nice girl, and always so polite. Eva's younger, only 19. Total opposite of her sister. Full of energy, loves to play games, always smiling. I guarantee you'll get along with them! All you have to do is have the right mindset!" He laughed heartily. "You're still young; don't be so serious all the time. Have fun!"

I sighed quietly. He was right. It's not like a weekend at a beach would be terrible. I could bring some books, work on my tan, swim...it might be pretty fun. "Are there any other surprises you haven't told me about yet, Dad?" I asked.

"Well..." he chuckled nervously to himself, "there is one more thing. Your step-mother's place is...at a nudist resort."

"...What?!"

*****

It was Friday and I had just finished packing. I had tried to get out of the trip, but my father was adamant, and there's only so much you can argue with the guy who owns your housing. I had been doing a lot of jogging and exercise since I got home. I was really nervous about being seen naked. What if everyone was absolutely gorgeous and I was hideous? What if they thought I was chubby? What if I got hard around the girls and couldn't get it down? What if everyone thought I was a pervert and ran me out of town with pitchforks and torches? Well, maybe that last one was unlikely.

And yet, I was excited. My cock prickled as I imagined the possibilities. I mean, I'd be nude, but so would Eva and Baoqing... That wasn't such a bad trade-off, really, if I thought about it that way... Hell, there'd be a whole resort full of naked girls. Although... I looked down at myself. If they see naked guys all the time, how would I, well, measure up? No! Positive thoughts, Matthew! I was stuck going on this trip either way; I might as well make the best of it. Even if no one looked at me, there'd still be plenty of girls for me to watch. ...I grabbed my sunglasses off the table and threw them into my backpack. Couldn't hurt to have my eyes hidden this weekend.

My dad hadn't told me much information about his fiancé and her daughters. All I really knew was what he told me on the ride home, and that Yunwen was Chinese while her daughters were half-English. He said that he wanted me, "to get to know them yourself, son!" Maybe if he had mentioned their existence during the school year, I could have at least talked to them beforehand. Oh well. My dad got a ten out of ten for good intentions, but minus a million for planning.

The girls were already at the resort; my dad and I would meet them there. I checked my room, looking for anything I might have missed while packing. "Are you ready, Matthew?" my dad yelled up the stairs.

I grabbed my bags. "Ya, I'll be right down!" I think I had everything I needed for a weekend away. I hefted the bag in my arm. Well at least I didn't need to pack too many clothes... I closed my eyes, silently prayed that this weekend didn't end with me banned for life from the resort for being a dangerous pervert, and walked to the car.

The drive wasn't too bad, only about two hours. On the way, my dad told me a bit more about the girls. Yunwen was 47 and had gotten married too young to a man she didn't love. I didn't ask too much about it, but I guessed they had stayed together for the kids, like my own parents had, and once their kids had gotten old enough, had parted ways. She was a good cook and loved to feed the family, which has Heaven to the ears of a boy who had spent the last year subsisting on campus food.

Baoqing was going to graduate school for a PhD in Classics and wanted to be a professor in the field. That was good news. I loved classical history, and had brought Herodotus with me, among other books. Hopefully that would impress her a bit. Eva had just finished her first year of college, though her major was still undeclared. She was apparently contemplating engineering. I was expecting her to be a bit dull. How much fun can you have discussing math with someone? Still, they didn't sound too bad. I was burning with curiosity about their appearance, but I was too shy to ask my dad for their pictures.

As we drove into the Kutná Hora Resort, I admired the scenery. It was isolated, surrounded by dense woods. I even saw a few deer on our way in. After we passed the woods it was mostly rolling hills until we reached the coast. I had only seen a few people before then, mostly naked, although here and there was someone wearing shorts or a swimsuit. But apparently the beach was the place to be. All the buildings and all the people were there. My dad pointed out buildings while I people-watched.

I began to feel less self-conscious. They weren't supermodels. They were, well, normal. Skinny people, fat people, young people, old people: it was like going to a regular beach but everyone had forgotten their swimsuits. Well, that was one worry gone. Suddenly I heard the grinding of gravel beneath the tires as the car slowed to a stop. "We're here," my dad announced. "Help me bring the stuff in." He looked over at me and gently squeezed my shoulder. "Don't be nervous, son. You'll get used to it."

"Thanks, Dad." I hoped he was right. We grabbed our bags and I followed him into the house.

"Yunwen, are you home?" my father asked as we walked through the door.

"David!" a woman replied with obvious delight from the kitchen, whence wafted the sweet smell of coconut. "Is Matt with you?" she asked, a British accent audible in her voice.

"You bet he is!" He motioned to me to speak up.

"Hi Yunwen," I said a tad nervously. "Um...how are you doing? Whatever you're cooking smells delicious."

"I'm doing wonderfully, Matt. I'm making some Thai coconut rice. I could use some help chopping mangos, if you'd like to help."

My dad smiled and nodded, taking my bags from me. "I'll bring these to your room. Go help Yunwen in the kitchen." I watched him disappear up the stairs before making my way into the kitchen.

"Yunwen?" I asked, walking into the kitchen. I stopped short. She was standing over the stove, stirring a sauce pan, but my attention was held by her, not the food. She was wearing only a red apron trimmed with white lace, the strings tied into a knot, resting delicately above her bottom like a bow atop a birthday present. Her hips curved gently outward from her thin waist. Her firm cheeks proudly pushed past the edges of the apron, their peach-yellow flesh inviting me to grab them and squeeze. They looked like the perfect handful. Beneath her shapely buns were her thick, strong thighs. She must exercise a lot, I thought, as my eyes caressed every inch of her legs, her lean muscles visible beneath the smooth skin. And between her thighs, the barest hint of the soft, dark pink lips of her pussy were visible. I swallowed, trying to repress the thoughts I was having about my dad's fiancé.

Yunwen turned around at the sound of my voice, still clutching her spoon. "Oh hello, Matt! It's so great to finally meet you!" She held out her arms widely, inviting me in for a hug. Willing my eyes to stay above her neck, I gave her a loose embrace, but not loose enough. I felt the gentle push of her breasts through her apron against me as she held me close. She smiled sweetly as we parted. "The mangos are right there." She gestured towards the fruit with her spoon. "Could you cut them up for me into small pieces for dessert?" She giggled. "And don't be so stiff. You look nervous. I promise I won't bite. Oh, Baoqing and Eva are at the beach right now, but they should be coming home for dinner. They're both so looking forward to meeting their new brother."

I meekly nodded and started preparing the mangos. Handling the firm, round fruit did little to take my mind off of Yunwen's perfect ass, though. As I worked, I took the opportunity to better observe Yunwen. Her slightly wavy black hair went down past her shoulders and was currently in a ponytail. Her eyes were almost black, the color of dark chocolate. Her tall face was serious as she cooked, combining ingredients, stirring, sticking the edge of the spoon oh so deliciously into her full pink lips, the color of fresh lychee...

The apron's low neckline was a dam about to burst, barely holding back the breasts that threatened to overflow the top at any moment. Whenever she bent over, the fabric fell away from her chest and her breasts briefly hung free. Her apron was far too narrow for her endowments and covered only the very front, just centimeters away from revealing her nipples entirely. The outer curves of her heavy, full breasts were visible even from the front, and from the side, almost the entirety of her breasts could be seen, only their pink tips teasingly hidden from view. As she walked around the kitchen, her breasts jiggled, threatening to escape their cloth confines with every step. The crimson apron ended midway down her thighs, revealing the rest of her healthily muscled legs.

I was lost in my daydreams until brought painfully back to reality when I missed the mango and nicked my finger. "Ow!" I dropped the knife onto the table and stuck my finger in my mouth.

Yunwen bounced over and got down onto her knees. "Let me see it," she demanded. I gave her my hand and she examined it, carefully, tenderly. She looked back up at me. "Well, it looks OK," she said, but I barely heard her.

She must have been startled by my yell, because she had spilled some of the coconut sauce onto her face, splashing it with the thick, white, sticky fluid. As I watched, my jaw open, pearly white drops rolled down her cheeks, dripped onto her breasts, and traveled down into the shadow of her invitingly deep cleavage.

"You, um, you spilled something on your, your, um..." I gestured towards her face and chest, averting my eyes away and biting my lip.

She reached up and wiped some of the sauce off her cheek. "Oh, thank you, Matt. Would you like a band-aid?" she asked kindly.

"Ya, sure. Thanks, Yunwen." She walked over to a drawer and pulled out a bandage for me, brought it back, and tenderly wrapped it around my wounded finger. When she finished, she brought it to her lips and lightly kissed it.

"There, all better. Do you still want to finish the mangos for me?"

"Sure," I smiled.

"Thank you very much," she said. "You're quite the sweetheart." She returned to her own food preparation, but I could still hear my heart pounding in my ears. My cheeks and forehead still burned slightly from my embarrassed arousal. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and returned to my work, this time being a little more careful with the knife.

After I finished the mangos, I stripped down to just my boxers. I had decided to try out nudism in steps. I figured I could ease into it. Once I get used to this, I decided, I can try going entirely nude, and by tomorrow, I'll be ready to go out in public...I hope...

I was reading in my room when I heard the front door open downstairs.

"Mom, we're home! Is dinner ready yet, I'm starving!" said one voice.

"What are we eating tonight?" asked another.

"Dinner will be ready in just a few minutes. We're going to have cheeseburgers and Thai coconut rice with fresh mango for dessert. Matt arrived a little while ago; I think he's in his room right now. Go introduce yourselves," urged Yunwen.

As their footsteps approached my door, I pretended to be deeply engrossed in Herodotus, hoping to make a good first impression on Baoqing. "Hi Matthew!" yelled the first voice. I looked up at the two girls.

The one who had just spoken was a bit shorter, maybe 5'4". Her straight black hair, colored with a few blood red streaks, went no longer than her shoulders. Her eyes were the same chocolate color as her mom's, but their shape was a bit rounder. They were almost covered by her long bangs, but her shining eyes peeked out from between them. She had a huge grin of bright white teeth, a permanent feature. For the rest of the weekend, I rarely saw it leave her face. Her pussy was completely bare, shaved smooth. She looked athletic, all wiry muscle rather than soft curves. Her smile, short height, bald pussy, and wiry build would have made her look much younger if it weren't for her massive chest. Her bare breasts must have been D cups, but they stood firmly on her chest, their light pink nipples pointing straight at me. "I'm Eva," she said, waving. "It's nice to meet you!"

The other girl's expression was neutral. She looked bored with the world. Her eyes were lighter than Eva's, an amber color, but similar in shape. Between her wide lips hung a cigarette. Her undyed hair was much longer that her sister's: a jet black waterfall cascading down her shoulders, covering her breasts entirely and ending only past her nipples. It was obvious she was much flatter than her sister. Her small, delicate breasts did little to push her hair out of her way. They were content to sit there hidden, unlike her sister's brazen bosom that was eager to be seen by all. She had beautiful cheekbones, which would have normally lent her an air of elegance, but with her demeanor only made her look more severe. Around her neck was a silken black choker, the only stitch of clothing either of them wore. Unlike her sister, she had a patch of hair between her thighs, trimmed but not shaven.

"My name is Baoqing," she said without emotion. "It is nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy your weekend with us." Her eyes briefly flitted down to my lap. "You do know this is a nudist resort, yes?" she asked.

I bit my lower lip. "Ya, I know, but I'm a little shy. I decided I'd ease into it tonight," I replied.

"Oh, that's boring!" exclaimed Eva. "It's so comfy being naked. Don't Baoqing and I look comfortable?" she asked, striking a brief pose. "Here, I'll even help you." Her hand slowly approached the waistline of my boxers when I grabbed it.

"No, it's OK, Eva, but thanks. I think I'll just take it slow," I explained with a blush, releasing her eager hand.

"Ah. You must be worried about getting an erection in public. I understand," Baoqing said, punctuating her statement with a puff of smoke. "It is a natural, healthy male reaction. They happen."

I blushed. "No," I lied, "it's not that."

"Good, since you already appear to have one." She nodded towards my boxers. Eva's eyes immediately followed with rapt attention. I looked down. Treacherous organ... It was jutting outward, trying to penetrate my thin boxers, eager to be introduced to Baoqing and Eva. The outline of my swollen head was clearly visible through the black fabric. I grabbed my pillow and covered myself hurriedly. "I thought you were not worried about such things," Baoqing said, a smile crossing her lips.

"Leave him alone, Bao," urged Eva. "It's not his fault." I was about to thank her when she continued. "After all, what guy wouldn't get hard around me?" She raised her arms over her head, lifting up her ample breasts, staring directly into my eyes as she did so, although I was aiming a bit too low to return her gaze. She smiled when she noticed. "He'll get used to it."

"I doubt it, sister, but we shall see," Baoqing replied with a dismissive look at me. "Dinner should be ready soon. Come down and join us, Matthew." I stood up and followed them downstairs for dinner.

Dinner was delicious. Yunwen had cooked the burgers with some jalapeno peppers, provolone cheese, and salsa. They tasted wonderful. And the coconut rice was perfect: a fruity sweetness, not the tooth-aching sugariness of candy. And it was even good for you. We talked during dinner, although Baoqing was mostly silent, content to listen. Eva dominated the discussion, interrogating me about my life, my hobbies, everything. My dad and Yunwen beamed throughout the meal, ecstatic at forming one big happy family at last. It was a bit strange to see my dad nude, but the girls made up for him visually. I was the only one at the table dressed, and strangely enough, I began to feel awkward, even a little guilty, for not being naked. Everyone else was opening themselves up, exposing themselves, except for me. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all...

After dinner, my dad and Yunwen left to visit some friends, while Eva, Baoqing and I watched a movie together: M, by Fritz Lang. Before the movie started, I decided to lose my boxers. I went up to my room to put them away, and walked back down the stairs completely naked, exposed, vulnerable, my heart pounded, my cheeks burning, my teeth tingling. Every step down the staircase felt like an eternity. I was certain my whole face was bright red.

Eva and Baoqing were waiting on the couch for me, having left a spot between them for me to sit, currently occupied by a bowl of popcorn. I walked over slowly, trembling. Eva smiled, her eyes traveled up and down my body from head to toe before settling on my dick. Baoqing merely observed me, allowing herself only the quickest peek at my dick before returning her eyes to my face. "You seem to be doing well, Matthew. How does it feel?" she inquired.

Actually... "It doesn't feel as bad as I thought. I think the hard part was just getting up the courage to take it off. I'm still a little bit scared, but I'm not about to faint or anything," I honestly replied. Besides Eva's stare, they weren't really making it into a big deal. And it had its benefits...

Eva's breasts rose and fell with her every breath. Her hair was in pigtails, one on each side, giving her a schoolgirl look. Baoqing was still wearing only her black choker, making the rest of her all that sexier. I felt my dick starting to grow... Oh no... Baoqing noticed my frightened expression. "Are you alright, Matthew?" she asked, one corner of her mouth lifted in amusement."Ya, I'm fine," I nodded eagerly. I quickly sat down, covering myself with the bowl of popcorn. At least this will hide it... Baoqing turned on the movie and we began watching. After about half an hour, Eva said she was bored, and went upstairs. I watched her pert buns walk away before returning my attention to the movie. Baoqing and I finished the rest of the movie in silence. Every time she reached for popcorn, though, her hand pressed against the bottom of the bowl, delivering a pleasant little push of pressure against my dick. After the movie ended, Baoqing asked me, "What did you think of it?"

"I really liked it. I felt a little bad for Hans Beckert, though. He was all alone in the world. I can sort of sympathize with how he must feel." Baoqing smiled a bit as I continued, brushing the left side of her hair behind her ear and back, revealing a delicate, small, perky, firm breast. Her light pink nipple was hard and erect. Her round breast was the perfect size for me to take it into my mouth. I was temporarily lost at the sight, and had to focus to regain my composure. "I mean, he was a bad guy, but he was totally alone. Everyone was his enemy. Even the other criminals hated him. And once he's marked? He knows he's doomed. It must be rough, knowing that everyone's going to hate you, that you can't find anyone who'll give you sympathy." Baoqing murmured something under her breath. "What?" I asked her.

"Nothing. I enjoyed the movie, too. But why do you feel bad for Beckert? Don't you like little girls," she asked.

"Of course I like lit-...you're teasing me, aren't you?"

She smiled. "A little."

"Are you having fun?"

"A little." She paused before continuing. "You speak like you feel lonely. Do you?" she asked.

"I guess sometimes. I mean, I have great friends, but it can be hard to find many people I can really connect with. You're going for your PhD, you must know what it's like, always being the smartest person in the room. I always feel like a bit of an outcast," I confessed.

Baoqing looked away and said, "Yes. I understand that feeling." She stood up and walked over to the television and bent over to take out the DVD. I savored the view of her ass and thighs, hungry for her body... My dick stiffened under the empty bowl of popcorn. She walked back over to the couch and took the bowl from me, staring a bit when my cock bounced up. "I guess you enjoyed the movie quite a bit, Matthew," she joked, smirking. She reached down and gently patted it. "Down boy." She stood up. "I should go to bed," she said. "Are you coming?"

I checked the DVD player. It was almost midnight. "Ya, I guess I should." She headed up the stairs to her bedroom, with me following close behind, staring at her swaying behind all the way. She walked like a metronome, her hips swinging back and forth which each step. I had to hold my hand to keep myself from spanking her as hard as I could.

We parted ways when we got to my bedroom. I got ready for bed, turned out the lights, and slipped under the sheets, only to be jerked back to alertness. The sheets directly against my bare flesh were electric, and I felt my cock stiffen from the stimulation. I was eyeing the hand lotion on my end table when there was a knock at the door. "By the way," said Baoqing through the door, "my room is next-door to yours, the walls are thin, and our beds share a wall. Good night, Matthew."

Her footsteps went into her room, and sure enough, I could hear her door close through the wall and the creaks and squeaks as she settled into bed. I slowly rocked from side to side in my own bed. The springs whined. I sighed and stared up at the ceiling, trying to will my dick down. I guess that meant no jerking off... I looked back down at the tent I was now pitching under the sheets, visible even in the darkness. Maybe this would be hard after all...

It took a while, but I finally managed to silence my pleading prick and fall asleep. I made a mental note to find somewhere private to take care of it tomorrow. I slept soundly, though, perhaps a little too soundly...

I woke up feeling a soft firmness in the palm of my hand. I blinked my eyes open, revealing a long, nude back, a small, pert set of buns, and a short head of black and red hair. Eva?! I squeezed my hand gently again, testing my suspicions. Yes, in my sleep, my hand had found its way to her voluptuous breast. Its point was hard, a contagious condition that had spread to my cock. My morning wood was firmly nestled between Eva's cheeks. But what was she doing here? Should I be doing this sort of thing with my step-sister? We weren't related, so I guess it was OK. Our parents weren't even married yet. There couldn't be anything wrong, right? Then again, did I really care? I didn't want to admit it, but I wasn't listening to the head on my neck right then. I settled down, enjoying the feeling of Eva's breast pressing against my palm. I gently, slowly massaged it, careful not to awaken Eva, eager not to let this opportunity slip through my hands...

The door opened. I lifted my head and saw Baoqing wearing a white towel wrapped loosely around her waist. Her wet hair was plastered to her chest. Droplets of water still clung to her body. Steam rose lightly off her hot, pinkish skin, floating lazily towards the ceiling. An unlit cigarette already sat in her mouth. She surveyed the scene. For the briefest moment, her eyes narrowed in annoyance, but then the expression vanished. "You should be out of bed by now, Matthew." A pause. "Why are you in bed with my little sister?" she asked.

"I woke up and found her here!" I said defensively. I pulled my hand off of Eva's breast and continued. "I didn't do anything to her. I just woke up a few seconds ago." I gently grabbed Eva's shoulder and rocked her awake. Hopefully she could explain things. "And for the record," I added, "she's in bed with me."

Eva yawned loudly and looked around the room. "Good morning, Bao. Good morning, Matt. What time is it?"

"Why is Matthew in bed with you?" Baoqing asked, deliberately ignoring my earlier remark.

"I was lonely, and I know you don't like sharing your bed," she explained. She pinched my cheek, adding, "And Matty just looked so adorable sleeping, I thought he'd make a good teddy bear." I started. Under the covers, Eva's other hand was now gently wrapped around my hard-on. I looked at her meaningfully, but she only smiled and winked as she began to move her hand up and down my shaft painfully slowly. I tried my best to keep my face deadpan as she continued. "I slept really well. How was it for you, Matt?" she asked innocently, staring directly at me with her big, beautiful, brown eyes.

"Um, it feels great, felt great! It felt great. I slept really, really well." I smiled weakly at Baoqing, hoping I looked innocent, rather than about-to-cum-and-desperately-begging-for-it. I squirmed helplessly in Eva's grip.

"I find I sleep better nude, as well," Baoqing said, with a bored look on her face. Once she had gotten her information out of a conversation, it held no more interest for her. "You should shower now. Mother will be cooking breakfast soon." She walked towards the door, stopping at the threshold. "And sister? Stop teasing Matthew. He looks about to explode," she advised without even turning around, before walking into the hallway towards her room.

My cheeks ignited. She had known? Well at least she was gone now. I looked hungrily at Eva, who promptly removed her hand. I gasped in disappointment, my heart stabbed, my hopes betrayed. "Almost time for breakfast, Matt," Eva said, leaping out of bed, her firm breasts jiggling when she landed. "You can take your shower first. You're the guest after all," she said with a smile and a laugh, tilting her head to one side. Was my dick a toy to her, to be turned on and off?

I groaned. "Ya, sure. I won't be long, don't worry." I climbed out of bed, my cock jutting skyward. When Eva saw it she giggled, holding her hands to her mouth.

"Sorry Mattie, but it's just so much fun to play with." She knelt down and gently batted it like a curious kitten. She looked up at my eyes, her lips only an inch from the smooth, red head of my hard cock. "I bet you play with it all the time, don'tcha?" she asked with interest.

I turned my head away blushing. "N-no... I should take my shower now, Eva. I'll see you downstairs." I hurried out of my room, my hard-on swaying uncomfortably, and barricaded myself in the bathroom. My cock throbbed with my every heart beat, bouncing along to my pulse. There was no way I could go all day like this. I turned on the water and stepped into the shower. The hot water against the nape of my neck made me moan softly. Thoughts of Eva and Baoqing were dancing through my imagination.

I grabbed the soap and I lathered up my swollen manhood. I placed one hand at the base to steady my cock, and with the other I patiently worked my way up and down its curved length. I tightened my grip, squeezing firmly as my hand reached the glans, pumping the shaft steadily as I let my imagination roam free.

I imagined Eva and I lying in bed completely naked, wearing nothing but each other's arms. Her sleek black hair hiding her big, beautiful, brown eyes seductively. Our lips meeting passionately and repeatedly, unable to bear being apart. No sooner would we separate than our mouths would seek their partner out anew. Our hands would roam adventurously. Mine finding her toned ass, spanking her, making her moan wordlessly, animalistically, making her sigh with pleasure. Hers wandering towards my dick, feeling my hardness, gasping with impressed surprise. Her lips wrapping around the head of my cock, my shaft vanishing between her lips as she took the entirety of my shaft inside her. Her tongue licking, her mouth sucking, as I gripped her shoulders in ecstasy, moaning for her to finish me.

I imagined impaling Baoqing upon my rigid cock, watching her petite tits bounce jubilantly as she rode my cock to wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. Her red lips parted as she moaned my name loudly without inhibition or restraint, unable to contain her pleasure. My hands squeezing her breasts, caressing them, massaging them in circles as I held her pebble-hard nipples between my fingers, softly pinching them rhythmically to her moans of ecstasy. My cock spasming as it released jet after jet of my white, hot, cum inside her.

Every bump as my fingers passed the crown of my dick brought a spike in pleasure. The orgasmic tide growing deep within me grew higher and higher, my heart raced, my hand was now a blur as I stroked my cock to climax. The hot water poured down my body as the room filled with steam. I changed my grip to put more friction against the underside of my long, thick shaft. I began twisting my hand as it passed by the head of my cock on each stroke. My head tilted back and my lips opened reflexively as the pleasure grew. I began to groan and moan uncontrollably. An irresistible warmth tingled inside the head of my cock. I knew the end was coming.

Any sort of complex fantasy I might have imagined vanished. All I could focus on was orgasm. My balls convulsed as I watched my cock tremor, shooting out three, four, five powerful jets of creamy-white cum across the shower, landing against the tiled wall. I exhaled deeply, thankful for the blessed relief. Semen dripped from my wilting cock as I exhaustedly slowed my hand, panting heavily while bathing in the warm afterglow of satisfaction. I could barely stand. My knees were weak and my body exhausted. Maybe now I'd be able to focus, I thought to myself. I finished my shower and headed downstairs for breakfast.

After breakfast, we got ready to head to the beach. I was a bit worried, but Yunwen took me aside and sat me down to encourage me. "Don't worry so much, Matt. You're just another guy out there, no one's going to be paying attention to you, they've seen it before. Just relax. Besides," she added, whispering in my ear, "if they do pay attention to you, they're going to think you're hott. Trust me. You have a handsome face, nice muscles... And since I know boys always worry about it, let me say that you have a very nice dick, and if any girls look at it, it'll be in admiration. And Matt?" She pointed towards her face with both hands. "Girls' eyes are up here, honey. Make sure you remember that on the beach." She pulled back and winked while I bit my lip and tried unsuccessfully not to fantasize about her and her full, round, creamy breasts that had just been bobbing in front of my face.

Baoqing brought a large bag with her, carrying our lotion and lunches. Eva and I carried only our towels and my copy of The Histories. Baoqing had put on her choker again, drawing my eyes towards her beautiful face and hazel eyes. It was a shame she didn't smile more often...

As we walked to the shore, I could feel my heart drumming in my chest. My forehead was beaded with sweat. My knees felt weak and I had butterflies in my stomach. I had gotten over the fear of being seen by Eva and Baoqing, but I wasn't sure how I'd do around strangers. As we walked, a noticed a few people looking at me. The guys watched with envy at the sight of me with two beautiful Eurasian girls. The women observed me with interest. I blushed slightly, glad that I had been working out so much lately. I admit, the attention was getting me hot.

We found a good spot near the water, but above the high tide line, and set down our things. The air smelled of salt. The celadon waves gently roared. The golden sand was soft and smooth beneath my bare feet. A few seagulls cawed, circling overheard, ready to steal any unsupervised food. I wondered how many people would trade places with one of those seagulls for the day, and be able to fly over a nude beach with a bird's eye view. I surveyed the beach. It was filled with dozens of naked men and woman, relaxing, tanning, enjoying themselves. Some teenagers were playing volleyball nearby, a few patches of wet sand their only covering. A couple had a blanket on the dunes and was eating a picnic, their eyes locked on each other. Parents walked along the water with their children. It was a typical beach scene.

Yunwen was right, though. A few girls glanced at me from time to time, but I wasn't the center of attention. They had seen naked guys before. I really didn't have any reason to worry. My fears just melted away. I felt so comfortable. The wind felt fantastic as it caressed every inch of my nude body. I could only imagine how the water would feel. Everyone seemed so happy, so full of life. I breathed in deep, savoring the ocean breeze. I reminded myself to thank my father later. This really had been a great idea.

"Mattie," Eva asked, "will you lotion me up?" She turned her back to me, sitting on her towel.

"Ya, sure." I squirted some of the lotion into my palms and began to massage it into her back. I slowly covered her whole body. Her back, her neck, her arms. I could feel her muscles as I caressed her. "Lay down," I ordered. "I need to do the rest of you." Eva giggled and did as I commanded, draping herself onto her towel, her face towards the cloudless sky. I emptied more lotion into my hands and continued my work. I did her face, making her smile as my fingers tickled her ears and cheeks. I rubbed lotion into her long, smooth legs. I slowly made my way up her abs, to her ribs, and finally to her massive breasts. She gasped at my touch. Tease me, will you? I thought to myself, smirking cruelly. I cupped her breasts and began to gently massage them in circles, squeezing and releasing gently, holding her stiff nipples between my fingers, gently pinching them as I rubbed her chest. She bit her lip. Her pussy became lightly dewed. "All done," I announced.

Her eyes opened and her lips pouted briefly, but they quickly returned to a smile. "Thanks Mattie!" She stood up. "I'm going to go for a nice, cold swim. Anyone wanna join me?"

"No thank you, sister. I think I shall read first. I may join you later," Baoqing replied. I shook my head "no" as well.

She pouted again. God her lips were cute when she did that... "You two are party poopers. I'll find someone else to go with, then," she declared, heading off down the shore to find a new friend.

"Matthew, will you apply my lotion as well?" Baoqing asked me.

"Of course," I said, smiling. Baoqing lay down on her stomach and I began. I lingered longer on her back, giving her a proper massage, gently kneading her muscles, accompanied by her soft moans of pleasure. Her perfectly tanned body, devoid of any ugly pale tan lines, looked so strong, so healthy, so gorgeous. I privately decided that this was how all girls should tan. I ran my finger slowly down her spine, thinking deliciously naughty thoughts about her vulnerably nude body.

"You are a very good masseur. Have you trained?" she asked.

"No, just lots of practice," I admitted. "I'm glad you like it." I brought my hands down to her lower back, working my hands in slow circles, putting my weight into it. After putting more lotion into my hands, I did her arms and legs quickly, before lingering on her behind. I was worried she would tell me to stop, but the only sounds from her were more quiet moans, so I felt encouraged. I gently rubbed her ass, tenderly, caressing small, sweet circles. I looked around quickly. No witnesses. I smiled and playfully spanked her cheek.

She turned around, her cheeks slightly flushed, her eyes accusatory. "Sorry," I said, "but I just couldn't resist. You really do have a nice ass."

"Thank you," she said, her scowl melting into an amused smile. Her eyes traversed my body: my olive skin, my black hair, my hazel eyes. She examined my muscled chest and arms, lightly covered with dark hair. Her eyes lingered on my circumcised and by-now-hard dick. "Your body is attractive, too," she stated. She got up and sat down facing me. "Matthew, how do you feel about large breasts?" she asked in a serious tone.

I glanced briefly at her own bronzed A cups, revealed to the sun's rays. "They're OK." I shrugged. "I mean, sometimes they look nice, but a lot of times they sag a bit. Quality over quantity, ya? Big breasts are supposed to be less sensitive, too. I prefer small, perky breasts, to be honest, like yours."

She looked down at her chest, giving her breasts a soft squeeze before returning her gaze to me. "Most boys prefer Eva's," she said a bit bitterly.

I smiled. "I like yours better. They look great. They're so pert, they're a great shape, nice and round and full..." I trailed off briefly, lost in my own thoughts before snapping back. "They're perfect, really."

"Thank you," she said. "I am glad you think so. But now I think I should finish lotioning myself. I would not want you to get an erection in public, and since you find my breasts so perfect, I doubt you could control yourself," she teased me, smiling, as she reached for the bottle of lotion.

"Are you having fun?" I asked.

"A little," she replied. "What book did you bring to read?"

"Herodotus. How about you?" I asked.

"Good choice. I brought Empires of the Word. It is about the spread and history of certain languages. Right now I am reading about Latin. I find it fascinating," she answered, seductively rubbing lotion into her glistening, tan breasts. "You can borrow it when I have finished it. If you want."

"Ya, it sounds great." I took the lotion from her and covered myself before lying down on the towel and reading about Cyrus the Great. From time to time I glanced over at Baoqing's face. She read so intently. She laughed aloud when she came across something funny. She smiled and frowned and furrowed her brow often. She was far more emotional when she was reading than not, I realized.

After we had been reading for a while, Baoqing turned to me and asked, "It is rather warm. Would you like to go for a swim?"

I was in the middle of the chapter. "Not right now. Can you wait a few minutes?" I asked.

"Of course," she replied. "I shall find another way to keep cool." I kept reading, watching Baoqing out of the corner of my eye as she reached into the cooler that held our lunches and took out a single ice cube. She began to draw it across her body, gasping at its touch, tilting her head back in pleasure. She ran it down her neck, around to her chest. The ice cube started to melt against her, tiny rivulets flowing down her breasts and stomach, flowing down all her little curves and nooks. She rubbed the ice around her nipples as I watched, transfixed. Her nipples slowly hardened and jutted out proudly, grabbing my full attention. She traced a line down her stomach, towards her awaiting pussy, when the ice ran out, melted entirely. She reached towards the cooler again.

"Alright, let's go swimming!" I said flustered. I put down my book and stood up. Baoqing delicately removed her black choker and set it inside her book, using it as a bookmark. Her exposed neck looked so vulnerable without it. I licked my lips at the thought of nibbling her neck later, kissing it, sucking it, licking it...

I followed her into the water. It was icy cold at first, and I gasped in shock when a large wave hit my crotch with that same freezing coldness, but after wading in and acclimating, it was refreshingly cool. It felt incredible to swim without a suit. I wish I had tried it long ago. Baoqing and I swam about, splashed each other, and horsed around in the water. She even giggled a bit. We spent the rest of the afternoon swimming until we got tired, then reading until we got hot before returning to the water. It was a fantastic way to spend the day.

By dinnertime, we were ready to head in. We went to go find Eva so we could head home. We found her with two other girls and introduced ourselves.

The first one was named Irina. She had long, straight, platinum-blonde hair and light skin. Red glasses covered a pair of icy blue eyes. She was slightly taller than I was, skinny, and lithe. She had the body of a ballerina. Her thighs were strong, her butt flat and firm, her breasts small and pert, almost immature. They were milky white, slightly pointed at the tips, and had pinkish-brown nipples. Her pussy was decorated with a small tuft of blonde hair.

The second girl called herself Tooly, short for Batoul. She was wearing a crimson and black hijab that covered her hair and shoulders, but the rest of her was completely nude. She was a bit plumper, with full, round, rosy breasts and wide, rounded hips. Her round face had pink cheeks, and her dimples showed whenever she smiled. She was slightly tanned, with rose colored lips, light brown eyes that held a touch of green, and a cute little button-nose. Whereas Irina shook my hand, Tooly gave me a long, tight hug. The pressure of her chest against my own felt wonderful; all softness and smoothness and just the right bit of pressure. I couldn't to restrain my thoughts and I got hard against her. I felt myself growing against her inner thigh, throbbing against her soft flesh, my cock working its way across her flesh like a python. Oh god, what would she think?

We pulled back, but she was smiling broadly. She looked over my shoulder at Baoqing and said, "You're a lucky girl, Baoqing. Your boyfriend has a nice package. And responsive, too." She put her hands firmly on my shoulders and apologized jokingly, "I'm flattered, Matt, but I couldn't take you away from Baoqing." She glanced down at my dick and bit her lip thoughtfully. "Make that very flattered..."

Baoqing spoke up. "He is not my boyfriend, Batoul. You can enjoy hugging him as much as you like."

Batoul smiled. "Maybe I will."

"If you don't mind answering, Tooly," I asked, "why do you wear a hijab when you're not hiding anything else?"

She reached up and felt the fabric. "Well, I feel like it connects me with my heritage. For centuries, Muslim women have worn it in an unbroken line down to me. I may not agree with everything about my heritage, but it's a part of me, and I'm a part of it." I smiled. She seemed like a smart girl. She looked at my olive skin, well-groomed beard and moustache, and circumcised cock. "Are you Muslim, too?" she asked.

"No," I told her. "Atheist."

She pouted as she looked me up and down lovingly. "That's a shame..."

The five of us went to the dining hall for a quick dinner and we chatted until dark. Tooly suggested a game of Truth or Dare on the beach, and with Eva's and Irina's encouragement, Baoqing and I agreed as well. We found a small rock pit, gathered some driftwood and twigs, and lit a fire with Baoqing's lighter.

The game started off slowly. Who was your first crush? Do an impression of someone in the group. When was your first kiss? Sing "We Are the Champions."

But with each round, it got steamier and steamier. Do you prefer circumcised guys? (For the record, Baoqing did, answering Tooly's question while looking directly at me.) When did you lose your virginity? Do you spit or swallow? Do you take charge in the bedroom? Can you suck your own dick? Eva was dared to kiss Irina for a full minute. Irina was dared to spank Baoqing.

I dared Tooly to take off her hijab, revealing a beautiful head of curly auburn hair. It reached down to her chest, calling even more attention to her round, heavy breasts. Even though she had been nude ever since I met her, her newly exposed hair was by far the most attractive part of her. Just being hidden had made it forbidden, desirable, sexy. With her flowing hair, full breasts, and luscious curves, she looked like a goddess.

Tooly was dared to kiss me. She did so with gusto, grinding her bare pussy against my rapidly stiffening cock, pressing her ample bosom tightly against my chest, her hardening nipples drilling against my bare skin, while she kissed me hard and messily and sucked on my lower lip, only to end it all too soon. She pulled back and giggled at seeing me get hard again so easily. I think she felt flattered that she could get me up so quickly. Every time my cock threatened to go limp, she would lean in and press her full, heavy breasts against my arm, or stroke my thigh, or nibble my earlobe. She kept me erect all night long with her constant teasing. The other girls whispered and giggled and teased me about it more, which only made it worse.

Tooly dared Baoqing to kiss me. She looked briefly startled, but quickly recovered. She stubbed out her cigarette in the sand and leaned in towards me, slowly, her eyes closed. I closed my eyes too, and surrendered.

Her touch was electric. I could feel her erect nipples grazing eagerly against my chest. She tasted slightly of smoke, but I didn't care. The kiss lasted and lasted. My arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer to me. I felt her heart beating against my chest. But far too soon, she ended it, pulling away with embarrassment. I was left panting. Her own cheeks were slightly flushed, but she betrayed no other emotion. My own heart was staccato, though, beating a hundred miles per hour.

Irina dared Eva to jerk me off for three minutes. Baoqing glared at Eva, but the look went unnoticed by everyone but me. Eva smiled and gently pushed me onto the sand. She rested her huge breasts on my thighs, their weight a constant temptation, her face inches from my dick. She spit into her palm and starting to stroke my cock up and down. She licked the very tip, teasingly, while looking into my eyes. My cock spasmed in her grip, threatening to cum then and there. She twisted her hand around my swollen head. She spit into her second hand, and used both of them on me, stroking my shaft up, from base to tip, alternating her hands. The feeling was incredible. The other girls all watched with rapt interest. Irina's hand had found its way between her thighs. Tooly just smiled, watching my face as it contorted in pleasure, watching my cock as Eva hungrily stroked it.

But my attention was focused on Baoqing. She was watching, but with a look of envy. Her cheeks were red and her forehead glistened with dewdrops of sweat. She was flexing her own hand, imagining herself in Eva's place. I bit my lip. I felt bad about enjoying myself in Eva's grip. I liked Baoqing. She was a nice girl, but how did she feel about me? Was she just horny? Did she like me back?

I felt my orgasm coming. A drop of precum left my cock and trailed down my thick, long, hard shaft. My toes curled. My whole body was filled with can't-take-it-anymore tension. I could only imagine how my face looked to the girls. The pleasure grew and grew... "Time's up," Irina announced. Eva looked at her and took her hands off me. I could only watch in impotent rage as she walked back to her spot, my balls aching from this torture. My cock was begging for release. I felt like the slightest touch would make me cum... I gritted my teeth in frustration. Eva was such a cock tease... I was a bit ashamed, a bit embarrassed, that I had nearly cum in front of an audience, but the thought was sexy nevertheless. I liked being the center of all those girls' attentions, I liked their eyes on me, on my cock, waiting for me to cum for them.

I looked around sheepishly at the girls. Eva was smirking proudly at me, clearly jubilant that she had managed to get me so aroused. Irina's face and chest were flushed, the lips of her pussy were slightly swollen, and her fingertips were shiny, slick, and moist. I wondered whether she had managed to orgasm, or whether we had both been cheated of a good climax. Batoul was smiling eagerly. Her gaze rested hungrily on my cock. I was certain she wanted me then and there. Baoqing was pouting a bit, but her cheeks were deep red. Was she wishing that she had been the one to stroke my cock? Did she want to finish me off?

I was left wondering. The game ended soon after. It was nearly 2 am. Irina and Batoul walked back to their houses at the other end of the resort. Baoqing, Eva, and I walked back to our house together. It was late and we were all tired. I staggered into my room and collapsed onto the bed. I slipped under the covers and closed my eyes when I heard a slight buzzing noise. Was someone using an electric toothbrush? Then I heard a soft moan. Then another. They were coming from behind my bed. Baoqing? And she was...wow...

She knew how thin the walls were. Was she doing this on purpose? Did she want me to hear? Or did she just not care? Was she so horny that she just needed it, no matter the consequences? I lay completely still, desperate to hear every moan and sigh that escaped her lips. I pictured her lying in bed, a vibrator buried between her thighs, buzzing happily away, her hand squeezing and rubbing her small, firm breasts, her nipples pebble-hard, her cheeks flushed... What was she fantasizing about?

"Matthew..." came the quiet yet passionate reply, almost inaudible through the wall. My eyes opened wide and my jaw dropped. I was speechless. She continued to moan softly, clearly trying to stifle herself, but unable. My hand slipped down underneath the sheets. I gripped myself firmly and began to stroke myself to the beat of her moans. I listened to her as she grew louder, and louder. Her moans came more frequently. My hand moved faster and faster. The pleasure grew. She screamed, wordlessly. I grunted and felt a sticky warmth cover my hand. I sat there in the silence, panting. After a few minutes, Baoqing was still silent. I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and went to bed.

I was showering. Baoqing walked in, wearing her black choker. Thick steam obscured the sight of her, revealing her only by parts: an arm here, a leg there. Her breasts appeared and disappeared and her face was barely visible through the mist. She walked into the stall with me, letting the hot water flow down her body. She grabbed my shoulders roughly and pushed me hard against the wall, pressing her body against mine, kissing me passionately, her tongue darting between my lips. My cock rose, pressing itself against her wet pussy excitedly, urgently, eagerly. She reached down to grab it, looking into my eyes. She began to stroke it eagerly. With her other hand she teased my chest, caressing my nipples, swirling her fingertip in circles, just barely grazing my skin with her nails.

She reached down, grabbed my cock dominantly, and thrust it into her. She took her lips off of mine and bit my shoulder. She reached her hands behind me and clawed my back, moaning in ecstasy as she pleasured herself on my cock. I grabbed her ass and propped her against the wall, my hands squeezing her tightly. I thrust myself in an out of her. Her head tilted back as she screamed my name. I needed to cum. I fucked her harder, faster, until...

I woke up, the sun shining in my eyes. A wet spot was already spreading across the sheets. The clock flashed 11:13 am. Well at least Eva wasn't here today... Some start to a birthday, huh? I could hear the quiet hiss of the shower. I would have to wait to wash up. I wiped myself off with the sheets and headed downstairs.

Baoqing and Yunwen were eating pancakes. "Where's Dad?" I asked.

"He had to go to the store for something," Yunwen answered. "Have some pancakes, Matt."

"Thanks," I said, grabbed some strawberry pancakes, and sat down to eat breakfast. After a short while, Eva came down, wearing a light pink towel wrapped underneath her chest and dripping wet. Water droplets clung to her face and chest. Her breasts were bare and pushed up slightly by the towel. Despite my recent orgasm, I could feel myself reacting to the sight. I pushed my empty plate away from me and said, "I'm going to go take a shower."

"Do you need any help?" asked Eva innocently. Yunwen gave her a stern look, but Eva only smiled.

"No. I think I can take care of it myself," I said.

"Are you certain?" asked Baoqing. "I heard you showering yesterday. It sounded like you were having trouble with something. You were quite loud." Her mother and sister giggled while I blushed scarlet.

"In that case, maybe you should help me," I told her.

She stood up and strolled confidently up to me, laying a hand over my heart. "Gladly," she whispered huskily.

"You're teasing me again, aren't you?"

"A little."

I sighed. "I'm going to go shower now. I'll be back down soon."

While showering I wondered what it was about the girls here that turned all of them into such damn little cockteases... I don't think I had ever been as sorely tempted as this weekend. And despite it all, my orgasms had been by own hand. I slammed the shower wall with my fist and hissed through gritted teeth. I was ready to just throw one of the girls down and ravish her on the kitchen floor. That probably wouldn't go over too well with Yunwen, though... I sighed. Oh well, nothing to do but wait it out. How much worse could they get? I finished my shower and headed downstairs.

"Happy Birthday, Mattie," said Eva. She did a twirl. "Do you like it?" she asked. "I did it just for you." I stood stunned. She had gotten someone to tie her up in bright red ribbon trimmed with black. It looked stunning against her black and red hair and her lightly tanned skin. The ribbon went around her hips and down her ass like a thong, before coming back up, just barely covering her pussy with a stripe of scarlet. From there, two thin ribbons came up, met behind her neck, and then were tied together in the front: a large, bright red bow sitting comfortably in front of her neck. The ribbons just barely held in her breasts. When she had twirled, they had threatened to pop loose. The narrow streaks of fabric covered her delicate nipples, but two soft bumps showed through, two scarlet peaks of pleasure. Her breasts swelled against the delicate, fragile ribbon, threatening to burst out at any moment. "Do you want to unwrap your birthday present?" she asked with a tone of faux-innocence.

I nodded and reached out a trembling hand towards the bow at her neck to undo it. She put her hands behind her head, lifting up her magnificent breasts even further. Inch by inch my hand approached its prize.

Baoqing grabbed my wrist. "Matthew, will you go for a walk with me?" she asked. She looked down at my rock hard cock, throbbing helplessly, cheated yet again of its prize. "It seems you should have taken a colder shower." Her gaze returned to my face. "I need someone to go with me. It should be fun."

"Bao! I was going to give Mattie a present," Eva whined. "Don't steal him away."

My heart and cock both twinged. Abandon Eva or abandon Baoqing? My eyes flitted from girl to girl. Eva was the bigger cocktease. Baoqing was less frustrating. Eva was flirtier, Baoqing smarter. "Sure, I'd love to go with you," I told Baoqing.

"Put on some shoes," she told me. "We are going to walk through the woods."

"We, uh, won't run into any people from outside the resort, right?" I asked. I had gotten comfortable here, but I still didn't relish the thought of explaining my nudity to an outsider.

"I doubt it, but we shall see," she replied. Her eyes lowered. "Do you wish to...take care of that before we leave? Or will you be alright?"

I blushed slightly. "I'll be fine," I lied. "Don't worry about it."

"I think he wants your help," Eva chimed in.

"Probably," responded Baoqing. She stepped in close, pressing her body against me, her small, pert breasts against my chest, her soft pussy against my hardness. "Would you like my help, Matthew?"

"You enjoy teasing me, don't you, Baoqing?"

"A little. Now get your shoes on so we can depart."

Once we left the coastal area, we were almost alone. Only once did we encounter other people: two girls heading back from the woods. The walk was pleasant, though. The trees blocked the worst of the sun and the heat. There was a healthy, salty breeze blowing off the ocean. And the view from a few feet behind Baoqing wasn't bad either. Her hips swayed back and forth like a metronome as she walked, her cheeks gently swishing against each other. More than once I tripped and nearly stumbled because I was paying more attention to the back of Baoqing than what was in front of me.

After walking for a while, we came across a clearing, centered on a steaming pool. "Is this a hot spring?" I asked.

"Apparently," she responded. "Do you think that it is safe?"

I walked up to it and held my palm just above its surface. It felt safe. I rapidly tested the water with my finger. It was a bit hotter than a bath, probably a little above one hundred degrees. I turned back to Baoqing and told her that I felt fine. "Do you want to take a dip?"

"Yes," she replied, taking off her shoes. I followed suit, and we waded into the water. She sighed deeply as she lowered her body in. "This feels orgasmic," she commented.

Did she have to use that word? Still, I had to agree. The hot water felt heavenly. The hilly hike had been tiring me out, but this made it all worth it. "Why do you think this place is deserted? It's too nice to leave alone, ya?"

"I do not know. I had not heard of it before. Perhaps we discovered it, or maybe it is usually too hot to use," she ventured. "No matter the reason, I enjoy having it to ourselves."

Ourselves? Interesting... Did she think of us as an "us?" I subtly sidled closer to her, draping one of my hands lightly across her thigh. She didn't move it away, but she didn't encourage any further advancement, either. I wished I could read her thoughts. The water came up to her neck, unfortunately hiding her delicious chest. Her hair floated on the surface of water. The heat had turned her face a slight pink and heads of sweat glistened on her forehead like the morning dew. She looked beautiful.

"Why do you tease me so much, Baoqing?" I asked her softly.

She briefly looked struck, then remorseful. "I find it easier. I can express emotions while being sarcastic that I cannot when I am sincere. I hope you are not hurt by my teasing."

A little bit, I thought, but I told her, "No, not at all." Silence. Did that mean she really did want to help me shower? I wanted to ask, but knew I couldn't. "Do you know why this place is called Kutná Hora?" I asked her.

"It is actually quite interesting," she replied. "I asked the owner one day. She is Czech, and the name is a reference to an old legend. You know Faust? The man who sold his soul to the devil? There is a Czech legend that after his beloved sacrificed herself to free him from the devil's clutches, he moved to Germany and changed his name to von Kuttenberg, meaning "from Kutná Hora," his birthplace and the namesake of this resort. It was mispronounced as Guttenberg. In other words, Faust, as Guttenberg, invented the printing press. I always loved that story. The idea that Faust and Guttenberg are the same man is so appealing to me for reasons I cannot explain."

I nodded in agreement. "It's a cool story." I loved the way she smiled angelically when talking about history and stories. It seemed to be her true love. I wanted her to smile that way when she thought about me... Then again, maybe she did more than just smile when she thought of me. I searched her face. What was I looking for? What hint would tell me that she liked me, that she masturbated to thoughts of me? Still, she looked gorgeous in the water. Her big, brown eyes, her firm, delicate, flat chest, with its pink button nipples, just barely visible through the water, her skin pink from the heat, her wet hair...

We passed several hours at the hot spring that way, talking and relaxing, savoring the blissful heat of the waters. But eventually, I knew we had to return. I didn't want to walk back in the darkness and my stomach was beginning to growl. "I'm getting kinda hungry," I said. "We should go grab dinner."

She looked unwilling to leave the steamy waters, but she begrudgingly agreed. "I suppose we should." We got out of the water. Baoqing placed her hands on my body and began to stroke my chest and abdomen downwards, her hand occasionally brushing against my soft dick.

"What are you doing?" I asked nervously.

"Getting excess water off of you," she answered, moving onto my arms. "If you walk back wet, it will be uncomfortable. She got down onto her knees and did my legs. "Now do me," she said, standing back up, holding out her arms, and closing her eyes.

I nervously approached her. Well, she did tell me to... I placed my hands on her breasts and was rewarded with a quiet gasp. I brought my hands down against her body. I caressed her chest, her stomach, her butt... I wondered whether she really minded walking back wet, or whether this was simply an excuse for us to touch each other. I hoped the latter. "All done," I told her.

She opened her eyes. "Thank you, Matthew. Now let us return home." We put on our shoes and walked back to the house. When we arrived home for dinner, the house was dark. "Did they say there were going out tonight?" I asked Baoqing. She shook her head no. I switched on a light switch.

"Happy Birthday!" yelled my dad, Yunwen, Eva, and Batoul.

"Happy Birthday," said Baoqing, gently rubbing my shoulder. "Your father told me to get you away from the house for a while," she explained, smiling.

They had gotten a chocolate and black cherry ice cream cake, and my father lit the 23 candles while they all sang "Happy Birthday" to me. I silently wished for something to happen between Baoqing and me, and blew out the candles in a single breath.

My father gave me a Far Side card, with a check, that was from him and Yunwen. Knowing him, he probably hadn't even mentioned it was my birthday until yesterday... She gave me a tight hug that lingered briefly. The scent of her perfume and the pressure of her against me were both intoxicating, but it ended all too soon. Batoul gave me a kiss, leaning in enough for me to feel her large, round, heavy breasts against me. I hoped I could get a bit more of a gift out of her later... Eva had already been a gift earlier...it was a shame I didn't get to unwrap her and try her out. Baoqing handed me a small package wrapped in brown paper. I took it, a little surprised that she had managed to get me something. I unwrapped it, revealing a slightly worn copy of The Master and Margarita. "I hope you enjoy it, Matthew. It used to be my copy, but I want you to have it. It is a very interesting book, full of devils and humor and chaos and some romance," she said, averting her eyes from mine. I thought I saw a slight hint of pink spreading across her cheeks as well.

I gave her a tight hug. "Thank you, Baoqing," I said. "I'm sure I'll love it." I was touched. I didn't know she felt that close to me. I softly caressed the hard cover. She even gave me her own copy... I couldn't help but grin.

The rest of the night went well. We ate cake and talked and watched television until it was time for bed. Eva asked whether Batoul could sleep over, and Yunwen said yes. I went into my bedroom and climbed into bed. I was exhausted. I smiled as I fell asleep. I was glad I had come. It had been a good birthday weekend after all.

The feeling of fabric against my eyes startled me awake. "Wha-?" I began to ask.

"Sshhhh," my assailant said, covering my mouth with a hand. In a throaty whisper, too hoarse for the speaker to be identified, she instructed me, "Just relax." I tried to tear off the blindfold, but tight ropes bound my hands securely over my head.

"Who are you?" I whispered.

A hand lightly stroked the length of my shaft under the covers. "Your birthday present," she replied. I shuddered slightly, her grazing touch quickly shooing any worries from my mind. But who was she?

Yunwen? She had called me hott and had a definite caring side to her. She had paid quite a bit of attention to my dick, too, from the sound of things. People always said I looked a lot like my dad. Maybe she wanted to play with someone younger, let out her inner cougar. Baoqing? She had really opened up to me this weekend, but she hadn't expressed very much physical interest in me. Maybe I had only imagined that she moaned my name last night. But she had given me that gift... I couldn't really say how she felt, deep down. Eva? She had been the most physical of all the girls this weekend; I wouldn't be surprised if she had snuck in one last time to wish me goodbye. Maybe all her teasing was only leading up to this moment, this wonderful climax, the end of temptation, the beginning of satisfaction. She had been prevented from giving me herself as a gift this morning. Maybe this was to be my birthday present from her. Batoul? She was definitely interested in me physically. She loved getting me hard. Would she love making me cum, too? Did she wait for Eva to fall asleep before sneaking in? It was her only night here, her only chance to take me.

Completely blind and bound, I was at her mercy, whoever she was. I felt the light sheets slowly slide down my naked form, their susurrus my only hint as to what was happening. The springs creaked slightly as she made her way onto the bed, settling between my legs. I parted them slightly, unsure of what was coming, but knowing I would enjoy it. I felt exposed, I felt vulnerable, but I felt excited. I got goose bumps waiting. My skin prickled and my skin tingled. I tried to sense her movement, tried to discover my fate.

Her hand gripped the base of my shaft firmly. Her tongue teasingly licked me up the bottom and down the top of my rapidly hardening cock. Her lips engulfed the tip of my head, her tongue flicking back and forth across it as she sucked it gently. I stifled a moan. My hips bucked gently, eager to get as much of my cock into her mouth as possible.

Sensing my purpose, she took more and more of me inside her, inch by inch, slowly, teasingly working her way down my shaft, until she reached the base. With my entire shaft between her lips, I could feel her tongue wrapped around the tip, softly caressing the head of my cock, the underside of my shaft. It felt like my entire cock was being expertly massaged. I wasn't sure how long I'd be able to last at this rate. I tried to distract myself, eager to last even just one more second in this ecstasy. With a hot, wet breath, my cock was suddenly freed. I struggled against the ropes. "Don't stop," I begged. I had been so close... She took my dick into her grip and started stroking it rapidly. I could feel her hand as it blurred up and down my shaft. Again, the pleasure built. My breath quickened, my hips rose and fell in time with her hands, trying to maximize the friction. She stopped.

She released my cock and began to tease me, stroking my thighs, caressing my balls, massaging my body while she steadfastly refused to touch my throbbing, begging cock. "Do you want to cum?" she asked quietly.

"Yes. Please, make me cum. Please," I pleaded. "Don't stop."

She giggled in satisfaction and returned me to the blessed warmth of her mouth. Her tongue swirled around my long, thick shaft, bringing me to the heights of pleasure. I felt my orgasm approaching. "I...I'm about to cum," I managed to choke out. She locked her lips tightly around the base of my cock. I came. My cock gushed cum inside her, spurting my hot semen into her mouth as my cock spasmed and throbbed. She greedily swallowed it all, every last drop, gently sucking my shaft, making sure she got all of it.

After I finished, she gently removed me from her lips and slowly crawled up my body, her pebble hard nipples grazing against my abdomen and chest. She untied my wrists. Then I felt her slowly undo the blindfold. She tossed it aside, and I looked into Baoqing's face.

"Happy Birthday, Matthew," she said, slowly licking some leaking cum from her lips. "I hope you liked your gift."

"I loved it." I pulled her tightly against me and kissed her passionately. "It's exactly what I wanted," I said, holding her in my arms as we drifted off to sleep together, each of us happy to have found the other.