By brhmsj
Copyright 2025 by brhmsj, all rights reserved
[3,400 words]
* * * * *Travels With My Aunt, 6
Aunt Jenny Nude and Yet Another New Sexual Adventure
As
it turned out I had my second night of sleeping alone, which was quite
fine given how much activity I’d been having. And it meant that I’d be
refreshed for Aunt Jenny’s arrival. She texted her arrival time and I
felt that I should be wide awake when she arrived. I debated going to
the front gate to meet her but decided that waiting in the suite was
fine. It meant I wouldn’t be watching her undress. It would be odd
enough seeing her naked, without having a strip show, too.
Breakfast was room service with the same waiter. As he left after
bringing the food I got another hug. Then later, when he left to take
away the food, I got a hug and a very friendly kiss full on the lips.
This place was full of surprises.
Not long after the waiter
left I heard noises in the hall and Jenny’s voice. She sort of burst
into the room, stark naked of course. As she talked to the bellhops
about where to put her things I took a good look at her. Her bosom
unveiled was even more impressive than when she was dressed. I was not
surprised to see that her pubic hair was styled, if that’s the right
word for it. Still, actually seeing her privates publicly was a bit
embarrassing at first.
Instructions to the bellhop done she
turned to me with a “hello, darling, so good to be with you!” and
wrapped me in a hug. Our genitals were at about the same level, which I
was quite aware of as we hugged. Fortunately my penis behaved.
“So good to have this suite and room again,” she said as she opened the
door to her bedroom. I hadn’t peeked before her arrival. It was quite
lavish! I really should not have been surprised.
“Those
meetings were such a bore,” she said as she got herself settled. She
prattled on about that for a bit. I paid no real attention to what she
was saying about business. What I did hear clearly was “I want to lie
down before lunch, then we’ll get dressed and have a nice lunch in the
grand dining room. I’m sure you’ve met everyone by now.” I wasn’t sure
I had met “everyone,” but I was fine with her thinking that I had.
It seemed best to stay in the suite until lunch so I settled down with
a book. Around twelve-thirty Jenny emerged and briskly said “get
dressed for lunch. I know you have some good outfits as I made sure
you’d have them.” No surprise there. I put together an ensemble that
was proper for the grand dining room yet hinted at casual. Jenny was
simply dressed in a blouse (nothing underneath) which showed off her
breasts and décolletage, and a smart skirt.
“Ready, darling?”
she asked. I was. We went down to the dining room where the maître d’
showed every sign of expecting us. By now I wasn’t surprised at this
sort of thing, either. We were given the same table I’d been at before,
the one with the ideal view of the entire room. On the way there were
short stops to greet various people, all of whom seemed delighted to
see my aunt. “I’ll make introductions later,” she said once we were
seated. “Or do you know everyone already?”
“Hardly,” I
replied. “I’ve been busy with my new friends who certainly have
introduced me to many people but I would not say ‘everyone’ at all.”
With a merry laugh she replied “not to worry. We have plenty of time. I
hope you will have an evening or two for your old aunt. There are
things to show you.”
Now I was laughing. “You’re not old! And
the answer is of course.” I no longer felt certain of how long we would
be here and what she meant by having plenty of time.
As with
every meal, food began to appear without being ordered. As we dined
Jenny asked about my week. I was pretty detailed in my response, much
to my surprise. I never expected to be talking to my aunt, or any other
adult family member, about my sex life. By the time I was done, she had
heard it all. I knew I was blushing slightly at my admissions.
“That all sounds wonderful. I’m sure Louisa will want time with you
before we leave. Make sure you give her some.” I interpreted that to
mean a night of sex with Louisa, too. Well, why not? Get a sample of
both sexes and with siblings, no less. Life certainly was interesting
this summer.
That sorted out, at least to Jenny’s
satisfaction, I noticed a very distinguished-looking older couple
approach. Jenny jumped up and there were air kisses all around. “This
my nephew Peter who is staying with me this summer. I’m taking him
around, showing him the good life. Peter, this is Yves and Claire
DuPont, dear friends of mine.” I stood and duly shook hands with both,
quite aware that I was being assessed.
The name DuPont got my
attention. Could this be the same? As it seemed for the moment that my
part in the discussion was over, I took my seat again. Most times with
Aunt Jenny eventually I did get some information. Well, most of the
time.
More air kisses, a cordial adieu to me, and the
DuPonts went to their table. “Yves and Claire are longtime members.
Well, in fact they were among the people who refounded this place. It’s
been a nude resort since the nineteenth century. It is rumored that
various royalty spent time here but I’ve never gotten proof. For some
reason it closed for a few years but a dedicated group of us who were
regulars decided to re-incorporate and here we are.”
“You were in that group?” I was a bit stunned by this new revelation of just who Jenny was.
“Oh you are a silly boy,” she answered with a slight chuckle. “Of course I was. Someone had to do it.”
“The Beliveaus?”
“Not founders but amongst the first year’s visitors and have been here ever since. I’ve watched those two kids grow up.”
We turned our attention back to the food. What other surprises would
there be now that Jenny was here. Knowing now her position at the
resort explained some of the knowing looks I’d received since I
arrived. At least I took that for the reason.
“What are your afternoon plans?”
“Alastair and William have requested my time.” We both smiled at my
wording. Jenny knew those two. “Rejean and Louisa are likely to meet us
at the beach, too.”
“That group will exhaust you. Be careful!”
Jenny said with a twinkle in her eye. I had that I’d had sex with the
three men and she’d already said that I should do the same with Louisa.
So far I didn’t feel exhausted, though. A bit overwhelmed, perhaps.
A few minutes later we finished lunch. “You go on upstairs and get
ready to meet the boys. I want to chat with a few people before I get
undressed. I’ll see you at dinner time, if not sooner.” We exchanged a
chaste familial kiss and I went up to the suite. I could see the
message light blinking on the phone. It was Alastair.
“Get
your gorgeous naked self to the pub!” That was it. I laughed at how
demanding he was but also enjoyed the compliment. I stripped, put my
clothes away, put on a pair of sandals and was on my way.
“Well, it’s about time,” Alastair said when I approached their table.
“You should be spanked for keeping us waiting.” I knew I was blushing
slightly and felt a bit of a surge in my penis at the word “spanked.”
“You and what army?” I asked as I slid into a chair. He and William laughed at my flippancy.
“We can handle you just fine,” William said. It felt like there was
challenge in all of this banter. Perhaps, but I had no interest in
going around the resort sporting a red butt!
“Have you had lunch?” I asked. “Jenny and I ate in the dining room. And are we beaching?”
“Inquisitive little boy,” William said. “Yes, we’ve eaten and yes,
we’ll be going to the beach in due time. For the moment we’ll have
something cool, refreshing, and non-alcoholic.”
“By the way,
your tan is coming along nicely,” Alastaire said. I smiled at the
compliment. “We can’t miss a day, so asking if we are going to the
beach really was a silly question. Maybe spanked for that, too,” he
added with a wink.
They were toying with me which was both
annoying and flattering. Flattering that I’d been accepted so readily
that I could be recipient of their banter. On the other hand, I didn’t
know them well enough to know how much was bark how much was bite. I
didn’t question that there was a bit of both. Having been paddled
before we left for France I had no interest in any kind of spanking
here.
Whatever the non-alcoholic drinks were, they were quite
delicious. Drinks done, Alastair announced “beach time. Willie, did you
bring the sunscreen?”
“There’s plenty with our stuff in the cabana,” he replied. With that we were off.
Once at the beach the boys set up their umbrella. The sunscreen was
produced and I was told to stand to let them put it on me. Alastair in
front, William behind me. Yes, everything was covered. Alastair did get
me hard and William’s hands did some exploring in back. I had to admit
that it was fun. Sunscreen on, I did my requisite time in the sun.
Back under the umbrella I dozed off for a while, awakened by the guys
greeting someone. It was a woman who could have been any age between
twenty and forty-five, accompanied by another woman who fit the term
“young thing.”
“What are you lezzies doing here on the boys’ beach,” Alastair said in a teasing tone.
“Here to beat up you nellies,” she replied. The four erupted into raucous laughter.
Laughter over, Alastair did the honors. “These two truck drivers are
Maggie and Carol. As you can tell by the accents they come from
Glasgow, where they grow the lesbians.” I couldn’t place the accent, of
course. Whatever it was, it was thick!
“Ladies, if I may call you that,” Alastair continued, “this is Peter, Jenny’s nephew.”
“Ah, you’re the boy,” Maggie said. Yet again I knew I was being
appraised. She put out her hand and we shook, then I shook with Carol
who still had not said anything. “Is Jenny here yet?”
“Yes,” I
said, “she arrived this morning. I suspect she’s out and about seeing
‘everyone’ as she calls them.” The two women laughed knowingly.
“She’ll bring those big tits down to the beach eventually,” Maggie
said. I wasn’t used to quite this much vulgarity but apparently it was
common here and the two men went with it. She looked at me again. “Have
you gotten him in the sack yet?” She asked the guys. “You boys always
work fast.” Both nodded a “yes.” I stayed quiet. “How many times did
you get him to cum?”
“Ah, we all were satisfied,” I said before the other two could say anything.
With a laugh William said “that’s a good way to put it.” That seemed to
satisfy her curiosity. Sexual activity was an open book here, from what
I’d experienced so far. To myself I admitted that I’d liked all of it
so far, though perhaps not having it made public.
“We need to
move on,” Maggie said. For the first time Carol spoke, giving a
good-bye. Maggie added “I’m sure Louisa will get her fangs into him at
some point. Ta-ta,” and they was gone.
“She certainly is. . . interesting,” I said when they were safely out of earshot.
“That’s a word for it,” William agreed.
“After that I need a swim,” Alastair said. We all ran down to the
water. Once we were wet we frolicked for quite a while, doing a lot of
wrestling with each other.
When I was beginning to feel
waterlogged I said “I, for one, need to return to the umbrella.” The
other two agreed and soon we were up there, all three of us spread out
on beach towels, the guys on each side of me. Both were stroking my
body. I was glad I was face down as my cock immediately sprang to
attention. I hadn’t gotten used to being hard in public, though it was
quite normal here, from what I’d seen.
Rejean and Louisa
appeared at one point. “What’s this with all these girls on the boys’
beach,” was how Alastair greeted them. Louisa replied with something in
French that I decided was a good-natured slap down as it drew laughter
from everyone.
“We’re here for a good reason,” Rejean
announced. There will be cocktails on our porch at five o’clock or all
of you better be there. You know how maman is.”
“Oh yes,” William said, a huge grin on his face.
“Especially you, Pierre,”
Rejean added. He now was wearing the grin. I don’t think I’m a
suspicious type but this all was feeling like something was planned for
me.
It was getting close to four o’clock anyhow. The siblings
went on their way, the boys and I decided showers were in order before
the cocktails.
“I need to get to the suite so I’ll shower
there and see you at five,” I told them. When I got back to the suite
there was no sign of Aunt Jenny which didn’t really surprise me. It
appeared that she had a lot of catching up to do. The shower felt
great. I took a few minutes to relax and was able to be at the
Beliveaus’ right at five.
“Good boy,” Madame said as I took the few steps to the porch.
“Merci, madame.” She looked pleased that I’d said even that short phrase in French.
Conversation was lively and time passed quickly. It seemed only minutes
before it was seven-thirty and time to dress for dinner. Tonight’s
party was large – the entire Beliveau family, William, Alastair, Jenny,
and me. Jenny and I entered the dining room a bit before eight and were
ushered to an impressive banquet table. Moments later the Beliveaus
appeared. By eight the party was complete.
By this time it was
no surprise to me that Jenny spent a good part of the meal jumping up
to meet people, complete with air kisses galore. Madame Beliveau found
this amusing and explained to me that this was always what happened
when dining with Jenny, and it always was amusing to watch. I saw
Madame’s point.
It was after ten when the party broke up. “Get
upstairs and undressed for the club,” Rejean told me, “and be at our
house at eleven. Don’t keep mother waiting,” he added with a wink. I
knew she would not be joining us but her expectation of promptness was
unwavering, no matter the situation.
There was no sign of
Alastair and William. I would find out that each of them had a date and
were off elsewhere. The real surprise was that Rejean had a date. At
least, it appeared that way.
“This is Deirdre,” Rejean said in
introduction, pronouncing her name in the French style. Then with a
twinkle he told her “This is Pierre, but you can call him Peter.”
She was British and with a grin told me how to pronounce her name
properly, the English way. In response I told her that I was American
and preferred Peter. Things were getting off to a good start. While we
were getting acquainted Louisa had come up behind me, surprising me
with a hand on my shoulder.
“You’ve met Rejean’s date, I see,”
she said when I had acknowledged her and received a peck on the cheek.
As she talked, her arm went around my waist. Was she my date tonight? I
could see why Rejean would be attracted to Deirdre. She had a lovely
body with what Americans like to call perky breasts. Not too big, just
right. I envied Rejean that he might be enjoying them later. Feeling
Louisa’s breasts against me took my attention away from Deirdre,
however.
The four of us made our way to the dance club. Louisa
made sure to monopolize my time. I had no idea where Rejean and Deirdre
had gone. Between dances we had drinks. By two o’clock or so I was
losing steam. Louisa noticed and said “we’re tired, let’s go home.” I
didn’t argue.
Back at their cottage Rejean and Deirdre were on
a couch on the porch, Rejean quite hard. There was another couch which
Louisa pulled me onto, then planted a serious kiss on me. I didn’t
resist. Quickly I was hard, too. We made out for a while but she didn’t
let my hands wander too much. Rejean and Deirdre quietly went inside.
When we were alone Louisa said “let’s go.” We stood and she pulled me
by my erection to her bedroom.
It was yet another wild night
for me. I’d had enough drink, along with being tired, that much of the
night still is a haze. Whatever went on in her bed, apparently Louisa
was happy with my performance. She had nothing but good things to say
at breakfast about our night, much to my embarrassment. Rejean and
Deirdre were gushing about their time. The parents showed nothing but
delight at the children’s activities.
In the short time since
my arrival my virginity with both sexes had ended. I was quite scared
that Madame would ask me which of her children I enjoyed more. Even
just asking me whether I preferred girls or boys would have been
terrible. Fortunately she asked neither.
Her only comment
quite embarrassed me. “Of course, like most American boys, he is
circumcised,” she said, her French accent making the word charming,
oddly enough. “I know you like the variety, Louisa.” Now I knew I was
blushing deeply. No one showed any sign of this being an unusual sort
of comment.
All this discussion, for some reason, was making me quite aware of my nakedness again. I thought I’d been getting used to it.
Making it more uncomfortable was Jenny’s arrival. “You certainly have
been the busy boy,” she said to me after she’d sat down and had a cup
of coffee in front of her.
“I guess so,” I replied a bit hesitantly.
“We can talk about it later.”
“He was wonderful,” Louisa said. It sounded sincere. I blushed again
which brought some chuckles. Fortunately for me Rejean noticed my
discomfort and began bragging about his night with Deirdre. She did
nothing to stop him, rather enjoying his praise.
“This young
man knows what he’s doing,” she said when Rejean quieted down. I could
see approval on the part of the parents. They fully supported what
struck me as a rather unorthodox lifestyle. No one was harmed by it, so
who was I to object.
When we were back at the suite Jenny said “you’re becoming quite the nudist and adventurer.”
“Well, I. . .”
“Now, now, don’t be a silly boy. You know boys shouldn’t be modest and,
really, neither should girls. I know you’re enjoying the sights, as it
were,” she added with a smile. I gave her what I knew was an uncertain
smile. “We need to be keeping you naked more often after we leave here.
You’ve seen that boys are naked a lot back in my community. You’ll be
same until you have to go home.” I didn’t like the sound of that, even
knowing I’d be no different than other boys there. “We’ll go to some
other naked places, too.”
In the meantime, from what I could
tell we had at least another week before the next leg of our travels.
More would happen before we left. Much of my experiences so far had
been things I never imagined. It became more so, if that were possible.