Travels With My Aunt 6

By brhmsj

berlioz53@yahoo.com

Copyright 2025 by brhmsj, all rights reserved

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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.





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