Stripped For Florida 4

Stripped For Florida: Michael, Book 1, Part 4 (of 4)

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Stripped For Florida
Michael, Book 1, Part 4 (of 4)

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Name: Jeannette

Michael seemed less sullen this evening. Or perhaps it is better to say he looked less resigned to a long evening listening to the rest of the family talk, laugh and enjoy themselves. Several times I looked over and caught him smiling dreamily to himself. Imagine my surprise when a girl came over to the table and wished him good evening.

"Shall we go for a walk?" she asked him.

I was doubly surprised when Michael got up and the two of them left the restaurant.

"I will meet you at the hotel," he said to his mother.

He said this as a direct statement to his mother, which was my third shock in a row!

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Name: Marie

I am enjoying waking this boy. For some reason, I understand that he has never spoken a full statement of his intention to do something, especially not to his mother. Even though it is I that invited him on this walk, he did not look at his mother with a question in his eyes, or hesitate.

We walk out to the beach and dig our toes in the sand. The waves are lapping up out of the darkness; reflected light breaks and scatters along the low surf. I decide to undress. I pull my tube top off, slip out of my skirt and peel down my panties. I stand next to him and feel the night breeze on my body. Like I said, it is unusual for anyone at Cap d'Agde to be naked at night. Even though this is a naturist resort I feel bold standing there this way.

I reach for Michael's hand and he takes mine lightly in his. I gently lead us down the beach toward the far end. Our toes dig into the damp sand as we walk silently. At the far end of the beach there are rocks. It is not a good place for swimming. Even during the day this is not where families and children congregate. It is the place where swinging couples meet other couples, gay men cruise, and kinkier things take place. The activity I have planned will be risque only in the eyes of Michael, I am sure. Nevertheless I find myself excited, and not only on his behalf.

"Let us sit here, Mish, the rock is still warm from the day. Look, the moon is just coming up on the horizon."

We sit there and feel the warmth of the rock and the warmth radiating from one another -- the stored heat from a day spent naked in the sun. Gently I lay Michael down on the rock and bend my lips down to my goal. With a quick suck of my breath inward I pull his penis into my mouth. I hear Michael gasp. Really, his penis is beautiful. Tanned, long and slender, uncut. It has a beautiful shape. I have all this visual imagery in my mind as I explore the living shape and warmth of this organ with my lips and tongue and mouth. He gets hard quickly, of course. I pull my lips tight along the sides and draw upwards until he is almost out of my mouth, then slowly gather the full length back into me. His penis tickles the back of my mouth and I suck him into my throat as far as it will go. Michael's hand finds my head and grasps a handful of my hair. I can feel the warmth of his torso against my breast as I lean over him. I make a humming sound in my throat and am pleased that his body stiffens with pleasure. I pulse my cheeks and throat, grasping his penis and letting it go. I experiment with slow undulations of my mouth, and then pulse rapidly. From the sound of his breathing I know that I am working him up to a wonderful orgasm. Slowing down I pull him nearly out of my mouth again, work my tongue over the exposed glans of his penis and gently rake my teeth along the length of his shaft.

When I take Mish all the way back into my throat I know he will not last long. His orgasm arrives like the incoming tide of strong ocean saltiness. I open my throat and let him simply pour his fluid into me. After the first long rush his penis thrusts over and over again, each time letting out a new jet of fluid. I am gentle with him, knowing how tender and sensitive he will be feeling. Slowly, slowly I withdraw my lips, letting his penis relax and release. Gently I cup my hand around his organ and lay my body against his, my naked breasts feeling the warmth of his body. His chest, his body, his legs, his arms -- I realize that as slender a boy as he is, that he is strong. I wonder at this. "Mish, you have strong muscles, what do you do?"

"Hmmm? What? Oh!"

I laugh inwardly to myself. What a way to start a conversation after bringing a boy to orgasm.

"I swim."

We lie together. His climax was so intense I am feeling as if I just came myself. We lie there in the bliss after love making. After a while we sit up and Michael lets himself look at me unabashed for the first time. The moon is rising and our eyes have grown accustomed to the dark. His eyes run up and down my torso, my breasts, my face, my legs. Shyly he lifts a hand and feels the edge of my breast.

"It is okay, touch. Anywhere you like."

His fingertips explore my body, finding my nipples, the curve of my belly, my toes. His penis rises again, erect. I would take him into my body, lower down this time, but I have no condoms and I know I would get pregnant if we made love tonight. I feel my wetness as I think of what we could be doing here on this rock.

"Let's swim!" I exclaim, before I get tempted to be a fool.

We let ourselves off the rock and wander our way back to the sandy part of the beach. We run across the long wet sand and into the quiet waves and take long strong strokes out into the bay. The moon splashes light around our bodies. Life is good!

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Name: Michael

I wake from a dream, or am I still dreaming? Moonlight pours in through double doors open to the breeze and the gentle sound of waves. A few couples pass on the street below, laughing and giggling -- drunk, I think. But, if this is France and we're at the Cap --

I was making love to J. She was naked and bronzed from the sun. We were in my bed at home -- my new home, the glass palace all filled with light and reflection. We were smiling and laughing and weaving our bodies together. And I came long and hard inside her delicious body.

Waking, I remember this evening. It wasn't with J, but with Marie. It was delicious and then we swam. But I don't want to lose the dream experience with J. It was even more delicious.

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Name: Claudine

There is a subtle change about Michael. He is still quiet and obedient. I saw him diving into the water at the pool. It is the same place he has been nearly every day this summer, and he is doing the same thing. But, something seemed different. I suspect it is that girl.

I whisper to my sister during our long, luxurious dinner that evening and we decide to have some fun. It is late. We are walking along the nearly deserted streets of the Quartier Naturiste, Jeanette on one side, myself on the other. Michael walks with his naked body between us, the frills of our white miniskirts brushing against his tanned skin in the moonlight. I reach out and run a long fingernail lightly along the length of his penis. It is soft, but twitches at my touch. It is as I suspected, Michael does not flinch at my first touch as he might have before this.

"Not hard, Mish. Not like at home!"

I feel him blush invisibly beneath his tan.

Jeannette runs her own nail along his penis, it's length now slightly longer than before.

"Don't worry, we can solve that problem for you."

As we walk we slowly bring Michael to full erection. He does not break step. Papa and Sarina walk about ten paces behind us.

"That girl, Mish, she is your new girlfriend. What have you two been doing together."

Before he can stop himself Michael lets a small grin play upon his lips and quickly brings himself back into control. "Nothing."

"Hmm, nothing . . . " Seeing a couple coming towards us along the esplanade I run one more finger up his dick and then Jeannette and I walk on either side to allow Michael's naked body and hard penis to be on complete display between our short sexy dresses.

The man is well dressed in a suit. His eyes run up my legs and catch on Michael's erection. His companion is in a miniskirt, even shorter than my dress. She sways on high heeled sandals with impossibly thin straps. She leers at Jeannette and I and looking at Michael's body she licks her lips. Then they are past us and in another moment she is speaking to Papa and Sarina, "You have a very beautiful son. So young to have two girlfriends!"

I smile with enjoyment at having displayed him in the night this way.

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Name: Sarina

Michael is learning to be around girls. He is not so shy with his stepsisters any more. Also, the girl named Marie came and sat with us at dinner last night. She conversed with us in a very intelligent manner before once again taking Michael for a walk. As I have said before, it is very important that Michael learn to be himself around girls -- a naked, nudist boy with nothing but himself and his body. This way he will be able to play his part in our family business. Girls can use makeup and sway their bodies and wear sexy outfits. But boys have nothing but a naked body and a hard penis. That is why I insist that he stay in top physical shape. Fortunately as bored as he may be this summer he still swims every day.

I have had to remind him that he has no condoms and cannot get this girl pregnant. There is only one way to make sure of that, I have informed him. No sexual intercourse. That is not for you this summer. You are to be a bored naked nudist boy. For some reason he just looks at me and laughs with his eyes when I tell him this. "It is your father's orders!" Maybe he is like other boys after all. They just want sex.

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Name: Papa

Michael's friend Marie joined as at dinner last night. It was so nice to have a table all gathered round with family eating and laughing and enjoying life. Michael looks happier, I would say. Still a bit shy, but I can tell that he and this girl are getting to know one another. Perhaps they are already lovers! My boy is becoming a man!!! Well, it is about time. If you were to know how many girls I had made love to by his age you would no doubt be surprised. It is no secret that I have a healthy sexual appetite and I have always enjoyed it. Sarina came to me as a woman desperate for someone strong to wrap a dream around. I have given her a part to play as sexy woman in my company's films, and a part to play as my female companion in a very successful business life. Michael has obviously suffered from too many years alone with his mother. I would like him to be a stronger man, but it seems he is drawn mostly to females. Nevertheless, his body is good and he is growing into it. It was fun to watch my daughters show him off on the esplanade the other night.

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Name: Marie

I joined Michael's family at dinner last night. They are like a mixture of the mafia and Hollywood. His father is like some crime boss, dressed immaculately, completely in charge and yet totally relaxed. His eyes miss nothing. However, I think he guesses wrong that I am Michael's lover. Or perhaps, he is not so wrong. His mother looks at me as if I am nothing but . . . but, what? If her son wore clothes I would say she treats me as if I am but a piece of cloth he is wearing today but will cast aside into the bushes tomorrow. That is it, I am but the temporary clothing of her nudist son. She is worried that Michael and I will become lovers, but as yet feels herself in total control of her son's life.

As for what I think, I feel Michael and I are lovers, and yet I have had less physical contact with him than with any other of my boyfriends. Every evening we go for a long walk, the fabric of my clothing brushing against his naked skin. On the broad warm surface of the rock at the end of the beach I lie back, finally naked myself, and feel his warm body on top of me. Sandwiched between warmth and warmth I feel alive and well. I roll him over onto his back and suck his nipples into my mouth. I rub my breasts down his torso and draw his quickening erection into my mouth. Again and again I have brought him to sweet orgasm, relishing the streams of salty liquid washing down my throat. What is it that is so magical about making him cum into my mouth? Last night I finally came myself without any further stimulation than bringing him to climax with my lips and cheeks and tongue and throat.

I am his lover, but he is not yet a lover of a girl. He is still shy to do more than run his fingers lightly all along my body. I draw his fingers into the folds of my vagina, introduce him to my clitoris, show him the opening into me, throbbing with heat and longing. I am past my ovulation time. I probably would not get pregnant. But things go no further. Still, the next day I watch him diving into the pool, sunning himself for a deeper tan, and that evening I show up again at the table and we walk out under the lights and out onto the beach under the stars.

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Name: Sarina

A terrible thing has happened. My husband tells me I should never have threatened to put my son up for adoption, but I did it again. Even worse, I beat Michael with my shoe and hit him in the face.

I looked down from the balcony of our hotel and saw Michael and that girl walking along on the street below. That was nothing unusual, except that I saw that the girl was naked and she had her body wrapped around Michael and and snuggled close. Nobody except Michael is ever naked this late in the evening at the Cap. I knew they had just had sexual intercourse against my express orders. I have not given him any condoms and he is not allowed to have that kind of sex.

I ran into the street and screamed at the bitch to be gone. I took off my high heel shoe and hit Michael over and over again with the toe, with the top of the shoe, with the pointed heel. When the girl hesitated I hit her once with the heel and punched Michael in the face.

My husband heard the commotion and ran down the stairs and pulled me away. He told the girl she should go home and told Michael to go upstairs to his room.

"That's the final straw, Michael," I screamed. "You are a worthless boy. I am putting you up for adoption as soon as we return to Florida. Maybe someone else will give you a chance to be in a film!"

I saw the blood on the ground. Maybe that will be enough to shock him into working harder. I have done enough to make him a part of this family, but he has never accepted the new situation. My husband is a good man. He is very successful and has provided us with a house, vacations in France, a film career for myself, training to my daughter to become a movie star. Michael does not realize that he is being groomed to be a successful model and possible star, himself. Swimming is not the goal, it is a way to keep him in shape. I thought if I kept him naked this summer we would be able to take him back to Florida and my husband would be happy with his smooth, tanned body and accept him as a model for his company and his films. But instead my son thinks only of his own selfish wants -- including this stupid girl. My online chat room was foolish to think that I should give him condoms. Can you imagine the trouble he would be in now if we had gone that far? I am removing my name from all the chat rooms and forums in which I was participating.

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Name: Jeannette

Michael spends every day at the pool in the morning and at the beach in the afternoon. Papa has taken Sarina. They are travelling in Spain. This was part of the original plan, but I also think Papa is worried that Sarina is suffering a nervous breakdown. After she attached Michael he made hasty plans to depart. We have not seen anything of Marie. A note was sent from her parents saying that her injury was not as bad as it originally appeared, that they would not be filing a lawsuit, and that she and Michael were to have no contact. I suspect they have left Cap D'agde.

The only thing Sarina would say to me before she left was that her online chat room friends were giving her bad advice. "Keep her away from that bitch of a girl, Jeannette. Do you understand. Your father will disown Michael if he gets involved with her."

I do not think this is true. My Papa loves nothing more than family. If he has a weakness it is that he wants everyone to be happy.

When I ask Michael about Marie he will say nothing about her. "Was she your lover, Mish? You can tell me? Are you sad?"

Michael remains expressionless and simply says, "I'm going to the pool today. Mother said I should be a bored, naked boy this summer."

Claudine even suggested that we disobey Sarina's orders and take Michael shopping, buy him some music or an iPod. We even asked him if he wanted clothes. But he shakes his head "no" to all these suggestions. "It's okay," he replies, "I don't mind being naked, and who wants to listen to music anyway?"

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Name: Michael

We left the Cap today. My mother and "Papa" came at the last minute with a long limousine. I didn't even know who was inside because of the dark tinted windows. My father stepped out in a white linen shirt and Bermuda shorts. I darted back into the apartment from the balcony where I had been standing. Jeannette and Claudine must have been expecting him because they were carrying their fully packed bags into the hallway. Of course, I have nothing to pack except for my toothbrush and "wonderful" French toiletries. Papa came in the door and gave each of his daughters a big hug.

"Mish!" he exclaimed, his arms wide open, "come give Papa a hug."

I let him hold me in his embrace, which felt good in spite of my determination to remain aloof from everyone.

When we got downstairs Papa held the doors of the limo open and everyone climbed in. The vehicle was enormous inside with plenty of seats for everyone. A glass barrier was open and the driver was turned around. He and Papa had a short discussion, the doors were shut and the car glided smoothly along the road and swept out of Cap d'agde. My mother had been curled into a corner of the very back seat of the limousine when I first got into the car. I sat toward the front between Jeannette and Claudine, watching the landscape through the tinted windows, like some dimmed dream floating past. My life had seemed like a series of poorly conceived bad dreams, moving from one rotten apartment to another, challenging would-be bullies at every new school, keeping my head down, emotions in control and watching the lane lines under water lap after lap at swim practices. My finest moments were on the high dive, just as my feet leaned over the edge. In south Florida magnificent platforms were built at pools in the 1950s and '60s. Sleek lines and modern shapes emulated the lines of modern architecture, spaceships, and aerodynamic cars. Climbing the stairs to the first, the second, and on to the third level of platforms I could stand high above the flat landscape. The wind whipped across my nearly naked body, clad only in thin speedos tied securely to withstand the force of hitting the water. Caught between the blue of sky and the square blue of the pool below, I would stand for a moment and then tip out of balance, let my body fall down through the controlled twists, curves and flips of my dive routine and plunge without a splash straight into the water. It was coming back up that I dreaded, having to face people again. I had let myself lose my balance when I walked out to the end of the beach in the night with Marie. I'd plunged down and experienced the thrill of the dive. But, I couldn't manage to stay that way, any more than I have ever been able to stop myself in mid-dive.

"Mish!" I feel wet warmth around my legs and am brought out of my reverie. We're all still in the limo, gliding smoothly down a broad six lane highway in southern France. I look down at my legs and see that Claudine has a damp warm towel and a razor at the ready. She has been keeping me shaved all summer. To tell the truth, I've enjoyed it. She won't even let me shave my own face, but it feels so good to have her shave my back, legs and arms -- well, it really feels good when she gets to my pubic hair. She carefully shaves all around my balls, inner thighs, everywhere. I'm used to the swimmer look -- full body shave. Claudine is really good at it and sometimes when she's all done and I'm aroused she gets me off.

"We can't do your whole body here in the limo," Claudine explains, "but I think you need a touch up down here." She pats my crotch right alongside my quickly hardening penis.

"But . . . " I can't believe she wants to do it right here. My mother is now sitting up in the back looking determinedly straight ahead. We have barely spoken since she attacked me a month ago. My father is lounging on the long rear seat, across from my mother. Although he looks completely relaxed and as if he is not paying any attention, I feel that he is completely in control of the entire vehicle, our patriarch. Jeannette is sitting on the other side of me, idly running her fingers up and down my left leg. I can't get more words out and Claudine goes to work. She places the damp warm towel across my crotch to moisten the skin. She gets out a small container, opens it and begins to swirl a brush around and around until the shaving cream froths up in a rich lathery foam. Removing the towel she brushes the foam all around my penis, pulling the brush playfully up to the tip of my erection and daubing a bit on my exposed glans. Jeanette giggles. My mother looks stonily ahead as if noticing nothing. As Claudette begins the careful task of razoring away stubble I will myself to enjoy the attention. Jeannette and Claudine have been much kinder to me than I would have expected. Contrary to my mother's warnings my stepsisters were not the cruel and heartless caretakers she promised me. Finishing her work, Claudine towels away the extra lather. She squirts moisturizer into her hand from a small bottle and applies it the full length of my penis. She runs a nail gently along the underside of my dick, exposed now as it arcs into full erection up against my belly. Her hand grasps me and plunges down. I let out a small gasp and throw my head back. I am reminding of the first time I met my stepsisters. They jacked me off in front of my whole family while they snacked and caught up on gossip. The situation was so awkward. The feelings were so good, but I had no idea what my sisters were like or why they were playing with me or what my mother and Papa would be thinking. This time is just as awkward, but for a totally different reason: my mother sulking at the other end of the limo. To hell with her. I'm going to let myself enjoy this. And with that I turn my attentions completely to Claudine's ministrations, with just a tiny bit left over to feel the sensations of Jeannette's fingers as she continues to stroke my leg, edging bit by bit up my thigh. I come with a great jet of ejaculate spewing upward and across the posh interior of the limousine. Claudine continues to jack my dick eliciting uncontrollable yells from my throat and another round of jets of sperm from my dick. I don't even look at my mother, but let Claudine and Jeannette cuddle me into their arms before slipping into welcome sleep.

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END OF SUBMISSION FOUR / END OF BOOK ONE

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