“Nude, as distinct from naked, suggests a certain intentionality…”

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The elegant Georgian theatre foyer in my genteel spa town in north Yorkshire was full of the well-heeled elite of the County in their finest outfits for a Gala performance of celebrated classical violinist and a renowned chamber orchestra.I looked around at the throng of largely middle-aged to somewhat older audience as they sipped G Marcie was beckoning me over. I saw her standing beside her husband Greg who was in conversation with a younger couple. I made my way towards them. Greg saw me and introduced me to the couple.”Meet Ariadne and Alain de Breton, Alan!” Evidently amused by introducing two “Alans.” We exchanged pleasantries, handshakes from Alain’s very large hand and kissed cheeks with Ariadne.Alain and Ariadne were a striking couple in several ways, not least a disparity in height, and while he was around thirty, she was very much younger.He stood at something over, I guessed, 1.90m with broad and powerful shoulders, while she was petite; 1.50m, though wearing high-heeled sandals, at about 6.5cm. He was in an evening jacket and black tie like me, Greg and most of the men there.The ladies were resplendent in evening gowns, though very different, Marcie wore a flowing kaftan-like dress of vibrant colours caught in at her waist with a gold chain belt. Ariadne was in a figure-hugging creation in silver diagonal stripes with a thigh-high slit revealing a very shapely leg. And what a figure it hugged! Curvaceous as an adjective hardly did justice to her.I confess my cock responded and prominence in the front of my trousers became evident. I felt myself blushing too and hoped it would pass for just the effects of the warmth of the venue and my glass of champagne. I may have been mistaken and overly self-conscious, but taksim escort I thought I caught glances at my crotch from the quartet. Which of course made me even more aroused.The bell was ringing to summon us into the beautiful auditorium, and we parted to take our seats.As the virtuoso violinist and the orchestra opened with Ralph Vaughan Williams’ “The Lark Ascending,” I was distracted from following the music by memories of my thrilling and decidedly messy, bisexual encounter with Marcie and Greg a few days previously.As we’d mopped the mutual sexual juices from each other and relaxed naked for more tea, Marcie and Greg had explained that they were, socially and sexually, nudists. And self-evidently, happily bisexual in their open relationship.”Nudist rather than naturist,” they explained. “Our naturist friends are rather keen to divorce their nakedness from issues of physical attraction, sexuality and arousal.””Nude, for us, as distinct from naked, suggests a certain intentionality, and for us and our fellow nudists, an acceptance that our nude bodies can and do arouse sexual desire, which is natural and cause for celebration, indulgence and enjoyment! Straight, Gay and Bi and all our kinks!”As the last notes of the music faded, there was a moment’s silence before a rapturous round of applause.I rendezvoused with the quartet at the bar in the interval. Over glasses of sparkling rose, I learned that Marcie and Greg had known Ariadne since she was a youngster and she had spent some of her time growing up with them, particularly at their summer place in France. She was at present a microbiology student and researcher in a nearby university.Alain was working for a wine importer but devoted a lot of time to beşiktaş escort the Rugby Union club in the town.Again, we parted to our seats for the second half of the concert, an arrangement of Mozart’s Symphonia Concertante.I was once more distracted from the glorious music by speculative thoughts about the handsome Alain and the gorgeously curvy Ariadne and if they were in Marcie and Greg’s nudist circle. My cock responded to my thoughts of course! I had a brief and bizarre image of me conducting the orchestra with an enormous erect cock flash through my imagination!I saw them briefly after the performance, as they had a supper date at a restaurant in town to get to, and bad them a goodnight. I went to a bar across the road and calmed my fevered state with a large cognac and walked home across town. I need hardly add I needed to masturbate to a nice cum before I could sleep.The next morning, I went for a 5km jog around the extensive open green parkland the town was famous for. On returning to my apartment, which is just across a landing from Marcie and Greg’s place, I heard a booming “Bonjour monsieur!”Alain, in a rugby club tracksuit and carrying a large sports bag, had just emerged from the flat and was hurrying towards the stairs. As I called ‘Bonjour’ to him, he called over his shoulder “See you later, after training!” I was unaware of any arrangement to meet up but felt instantly elated at the prospect of meeting him and Ariadne again. For it might be that they are in my new friend’s nudist and sexually liberated circle!After I had showered and shaved, including using my wet’n’dry intimate razor around my cock, balls, perineum and perianal, Marcie phoned me and asked if I was free to join them for lunch. Of course, I was delighted to accept!I had coffee and read a newspaper in the street-level cafe in our apartment block. Though I endeavoured to remain cool, calm and collected, my thoughts kept straying to the afternoon’s prospects. As a result, I had to keep using the paper to hide a rising erection evident through my chinos!I quickly had another brief shower and changed into a pair of shorts (no underwear) and a polo shirt before calling into Marcie and Greg’s.It was Greg who answered their intercom and buzzed me into the flat. As I entered and closed the door behind me my first sight was of Greg. And he was nude! A fit man in his sixties with a fine cock and a set of large balls, he was instantly impressive.”Ah! Alan; do come on in and make yourself at home! Do lose the clothes if you’re comfortable with that” he called in welcome. And gave me a lascivious wink! Needing no more bidding, I cast off my trainers, dropped my shorts and pulled my shirt off over my head.Not quite sure of myself in these circumstances, walking nude and semi-aroused into the spacious apartment, I thought offering a handshake was a bit ridiculous, but Greg forestalled me and gave me a welcoming hug, which brought our two cocks into contact.As we drew apart, grinning he called “My dears, the delicious Alan is here! Do we all want tea? I’m putting the kettle on.”I strolled into the lounge area of the spacious and stylish L-shaped apartment, I felt oddly unselfconscious, even as my semi-erect cock bounced with each step. And there were Marcie and Ariadne, nude too of course. They rose from the comfortable sofas and each in turn gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek. Marcie gave my cock a swift squeeze too.Nude, Ariadne was a veritable goddess of bounteous breasts capped with dark areola and prominent nipples. Her skin tone was cafe au lait and her slim waist gave way to wide hips and a neat pubic patch of dark hair.

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