Robbie

Robbie 2

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Robbie

by Willie B Florida
comments welcome to: williebflorida@gmail.com

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PART 2

"I'll need your Florida ID, sir," the young woman behind the counter explained. "I'll need a photo ID from you, as well," she smiled at Robbie. She was cute and friendly and seemed nice and Robbie was quick to pull out his ID and hand it to her. He had no idea what they were doing here. The shop had private mailboxes, UPS delivery, photocopy machines, a computer, a coffee machine, and the same gendered "twins" he'd seen at the airport stared down from a much smaller poster. The poster seemed surprisingly erotic and he let his imagination wander and felt the arousal start to tingle in his balls.

"And here's the court document from my divorce and custody hearing," Robbie's father was explaining.

Geez, Robbie thought to himself, everything seems to be about the darn divorce nowadays.

"Okay, sir. Everything's in the computer. Because of his status you can either do it as a tourist or as a Florida resident. Which would you prefer?"

"What's the difference?"

"It's $150.00 for three months as a tourist, or $45.00 per year as a resident."

"Well, that's a no-brainer, isn't it. One Florida resident!"

"Absolutely, just scan your debit card and type in your PIN. I'll get the chip ready and you can be on your way. You live around here or are you just here to visit the springs?"

"My sister-in-law lives about ten miles from here and we're on our way to Silver Glen."

"That's my favorite. Robbie, let me apply this behind your left ear--there you go--and you just need to strip off before you leave. The sensors will go off if you don't. Oh, and sir, you can take his clothes if you like, but if he won't be needing them we have a donation box here behind the counter."

"We'll take them with," Jim answered. "Son, you need to take off your clothes now."

"But, Dad, I can change into my swimsuit when we get there."

"You don't understand, I just paid to have you stripped. So you have to be naked--like Stace and Trin."

"Are you kidding? You want me to just take off my clothes here in the store?"

"It's a Florida thing. Besides, skinny dipping is awesome. You really shouldn't pass up on the opportunity."

"Yeah, my friend in California goes off skinny dipping in the hills. He says it's really cool. But he doesn't wander around naked anywhere else!"

"Well, Florida's different. Besides, your new cousin really wanted you to strip, so let's do it to surprise her, okay?"

"Trin?" Robbie wanted to protest that he wasn't going to do something insane like strip naked in public just to please a little kid, but, the idea that Trin wanted him naked intrigued him. She didn't seem too worried about her own nudity. "But, I mean, Dad, it's one thing for her to be naked . . . she's a little kid."

"There are lots of boys and girls your age and older wandering around Florida completely naked," his dad insisted.

Robbie started to undress and then realized he was still aroused from day dreaming over the poster. "Um, Dad, it's--well, it's embarrassing--but what if--you know?"

To his further embarrassment the young woman behind the counter picked up faster on his dilemma than did his father. "If you like," she suggested, "we've got the pills. You know, lots of boys take them all the time. They keep you erect 24 hours a day."

Robbie blushed and decided to leave well enough alone. "That's okay. I'm fine. I'll strip when we get to the place where we're going to swim."

"I've already applied the strip, sir," the SFF rep spoke up. "The sensors will go off as soon as he leaves the store undressed. After that it's up to the cops."

"Huh?" Robbie exclaimed. "The cops?"

"SFF laws are enforced by law. You'll need to strip down before you leave."

Exasperated, Robbie shrugged his shoulders and peeled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. "Okay, Dad, I'm doing this, but just for today and the swim thing, okay?"

"That's fine, son" his father agreed.

Robbie shucked his shorts and with a burst of determination pulled down his underwear. His father gathered up the clothes and thanked the lady.

"Come on," Robbie urged, "if we're going skinny dipping, let's do it."

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Robbie and his Dad were surprised that the parking lot at Glen Springs was nearly full. After driving nearly the entire way around the unpaved lot they discovered that the rest of the gang had arrived before them and were saving a spot right next to them. Robbie hesitated, self-conscious of his newly nude state, but Trin rushed over and threw the passenger side car door open. "Come on Robbie, let's go swimming!"

"How about you two carry the cooler," Cherie suggested. "That'll keep them nearly below the speed limit," she said, winking at Robbie's dad.

"I've got the sun block," Marie announced, rummaging through the trunk, "picnic blanket, water, anyone want a floatie?"

"Pull that ring out and we'll put Stace in that," Charlene replied. The naked Stace was in her arms, and Charlene's finger idly twiddled the little girl's clit.

"You can float, too," Stace said gravely.

"That's right honey bunch. I can swim, too!"

Stace giggled and squirmed herself around Charlene's finger.

Robbie picked up his end of the cooler, but Trin struggled with the weight on her end. The result was that every 30 seconds or so she had to put it down, rest, readjust her grip on the handle and pick the cooler back up again. At the small cabin they bought entrance tickets and a National Forest ranger came out to inspect the cooler. The lid was opened and the ranger went through the contents meticulously. Inspection complete, they headed downhill along the winding dirt path through scrub trees and lantana bushes.

"That was weird," Robbie's dad observed. "What are they looking for?"

"No alcohol allowed," Marie replied.

"Wow, they're serious!"

Charlene nodded, hefted Stace onto her other hip and kept twiddling her without missing a beat. Having had a very brief experience of keeping the toddler satisfied, Robbie was appreciative of his aunt's smooth technique. Stace seemed to be appreciative, too. From the looks of it she was in some kind of orgasmic trance.

The path emerged from the trees at the bottom of the hill and they were greeted by a large curving swath of lawn and the brilliantly clear blue and turquoise waters of Glen Springs. A single palm bent out over the water. There were possibly two hundred people lounging on the grass, playing frisbee, barbecuing, wading in the water and diving within the crystal clear waters. Robbie was gratified to note that a large number of the kids, tweens and teens were as naked as himself. He sighed and realized he'd been unconsciously holding his breath in worry that he'd discover that the whole thing was a trick.

"Let's go swim!" Trin yelled out enthusiastically.

"Hold on. Let's find a place to sit and then you can get your sunblock on." Marie was relaxed in her tone, but clearly meant what she said.

"Over here," Cherie indicated a patch of unoccupied grass.

"Check for anthills," Charlene put in.

Trin promptly put down her end of the cooler and began searching the ground in earnest. "Looks clear!" she announced.

The cloth was laid out and Marie handed Robbie a tube of sunblock. "Make sure Trin is completely slathered in the stuff," she told him. "Then someone will do you."

Robbie began daubing the stuff onto the naked girl's body, but he was hesitant about it. "You've got to rub it in good," Cherie chastised. "And don't miss any spots. At the end of the day it will be very clear where you missed--Trin will have red streaks and spots anywhere the sun can get through."

Robbie put some intention into the task, but balked again when he realized he was supposed to rub the lotion onto Trin's chest. "Come on," Trin urged him. "Don't you want to swim?"

"Sure," Robbie replied. "Do you want to do your own front?"

"You do it. It feels better that way. And do me here, too. It feels sooooo good." Trin twiddled her own clit and clasped her hand over her labia.

Robbie chose to ignore that request for the moment, but went ahead and rubbed the lotion all over Trin's chest and tummy. Trin grabbed his hand and pushed it lower, wiggling her pubic bone against Robbie's palm.

"Here you go Robbie." Cherie squeezed another dollop of lotion into Robbie's palm. "Don't let a girl be disappointed. It's not just Stace who gets spoiled around here."

Robbie let Trin guide his hand onto her pudenda and felt the firm, soft skin of her labia for the first time.

"Rub it in," Trin instructed. "Up higher, there!"

Robbie felt the nubbin of Trin's clitoris beneath his fingers and experimentally wiggled it back and forth.

"Hmmm, that is the best!" Trin crooned enthusiastically. "Just a bit more and then finish up my legs."

Robbie finally completed the task of getting sunblock on every bit of Trin's skin, front, back, top, bottom and between her legs. But his new experiences weren't over. Cherie surprised him by starting to rub lotion on his back. She worked efficiently, working the lotion into his skin all the way down his spine and then kneading it into his buttocks. Robbie struggled to keep himself from getting erect and breathed a sigh of relief when Cherie moved on down his legs. She turned him around, did his face, shoulders, chest and then suddenly she was rubbing lotion onto his belly and lower down. With a blush that went from his face on down his body Robbie sprouted an erection so fast he felt himself faint with loss of blood to his head. Marie's hand grasped his dick, massaged lotion up and down the shaft, into his balls and then down the front of his legs.

"Can he swim now?" Trin asked impatiently.

"Off you go!" Cherie concurred.

Robbie stood dazed, unable to focus his eyes or move.

"Come on!" Trin prodded him.

"Give the boy a sec," Cherie told her. "You know how you feel sometimes right after you come?"

Trin nodded. "Oh, I get it!"

She stood there patiently, as if counting off the seconds and then grabbed Robbie's hand and bolted toward the water.

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