Stripped For Florida: Samantha and Harry Potter 2

By Willie B.
williebflorida@gmail.com

Copyright 2013 by Willie B., all rights reserved

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Samantha and Harry Potter

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

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PART TWO

Arriving in Orlando was a culture-shock to the three children. In spite of everything they had heard about Florida from friends, teachers, and parents, the reality was very different from the suburbs of Massachusetts. Even Mel was turning her head this way and that quite as much as her younger brother and sister. Bright sunlight poured into the airport terminal, illuminating people in all manner of casual, brightly colored dress. On the way to the parking garage to pick up their rental car the children gaped at the palm trees and exotic tropical flowers. Most shocking, however, were the nude children. There were hundreds of children being shepherded through the terminal and surrounding walkways, escalators and parking areas. Parents lugging bags stocked with souvenirs dragged sunburnt naked children by the hand, or yelled at them to keep up. Mel and Rod couldn't help noticing the hard dicks, bobbing breasts, pierced body parts, and airbrushed and tattooed designs. Rod stared in awe at a boy who suddenly arched his back and shot sperm in a long airborne arc right outside the elevator. Nobody else seemed to pay much attention.

"What's that girl doing?" asked Sam as they rode the elevator up to level three of the garage. A girl not much older than Sam was holding on tight to her mother's hand and moaning and gasping with every breath. A glint of silver shone from between her legs.

"She's cumming, honey," answered the girl's mother, matter-of-factly. Sam's mother found herself fascinated and embarrassed at this open expression of sexuality. Even she had not expected Florida to be this out in the open.

Getting off the elevator Sam tugged at her arm. "Mommy, I still don't understand what that girl was doing. Is something wrong with her?"

"No, Sam, she's just fine. I'll explain to you later, okay?"

"Okay, mommy. Later."

Having picked up the rental car, checked out all the cool features (we won't go into them now, but if you haven't rented a car in a while, you should see the extras! Of course, they cost money --- "kids, don't turn on that TV back there, it'll cost us an extra $80.00 a week," warned dad), they headed out of the airport.

"We're going to get a bite to eat and then head over to the coast. We'll do the beach first, then the water theme park, and save Harry Potter for last," mom explained.

The children nodded agreeably. As eager as they were to see Harry Potter, the rest of the plan was fantastic as far as they were concerned.

The food court at the Florida Mall gave them yet another opportunity to grasp the fullness of Florida nudity. It was odd to see naked kids and clothed kids milling around together as if each one were wearing the most natural thing in the world. Mel was confused that some of the food court employees were naked.

"Mom, I thought only kids were naked in Florida."

"Parents can strip their kids at any age. That's why you see some kids naked and some clothed. A lot of the kids here are probably tourists, just like us. They're naked for a short time -- just while they're visiting. For Florida kids, once they're stripped they have to stay naked until they are 21 years old. I'm sure a lot of the employees here are younger than that."

"I heard they have naked basketball players, too," interjected Rod. "They're not 21 years old."

"That's true," acknowledged his mom. "Some parents agree to strip their kids for life. That means the boy or girl will be naked their whole life -- but that's expensive, and pretty rare."

"Naked for life?" exclaimed Sam, "you mean, never wear clothes again?"

"That's right," confirmed her mother.

"Wow!" Sam looked around the room, wondering if any of the naked kids were going to be that way forever.

The second fascinating thing was the body decorations, and not just body paint. A lot of girls had what looked like glitter or jewels on their skin. Tattoos decorated some of the teens. A high school age boy walked by with incredibly complex knotwork designs on his biceps. Looking a little closer, Rod gasped.

"Oh man, that's got to have hurt something terrible!"

"What?" asked Mel.

"He's got tattoos on his penis!"

Blushing slightly Mel said, "Well, I wasn't staring at his penis like you were Rod."

"Who needs to stare," retorted her brother. "Haven't you noticed all these boys are hard as rocks. Their dicks are huge. Besides, if they're going to be naked and decorate them they obviously don't care if anybody looks."

"You'd care if someone looked."

"I'm not naked!"

"Kids, let's stop squabbling and go see the M&M store," interjected their father. Two giant M&M candies stood at either side of the door, made of plastic and wearing big smiles. Inside, the store was like a candy theme park. M&Ms of all colors and a variety of sizes filled transparent tubes that stretched to the ceiling. Needless to say the place sounded like a zoo, with kids high on sugar running in all directions. In the middle of the frenzy a little girl was standing stock still, her mouth open in a silent scream.

"Mommy," exclaimed Sam, pointing at the girl, "see, there's another girl doing that. What's happening to her? You said you'd tell me later."

"Okay, Sam. While we're in the car I'll explain it."

After lunch and the M&M candy store everyone piled into the rental car. Their dad took the wheel and headed north on the OBT for I-4 and the toll road that would take them right across to Cocoa Beach. The waters of New England are not famed for surfing, but Rod had gotten the idea that he wanted to try it out, and if they were in Florida why not head to the home town of Kelly Slater, the ten time world surf champion.

While they drove, mom decided she'd delve into territory that Florida stripping made fairly mandatory. "Sam has been asking questions about some of the kids we've been seeing since we got to Florida. So, I'll do my best to explain what goes on with both boys and girls. If you have questions, any of you, feel free to ask."

"Is it about that girl we saw on the elevator, mom?" asked Sam.

"Yes. You all already know that boys and girls have different bodies."

"Mom!" groaned Rod.

"I'm just starting simple, Rod. Give me a chance."

"Boys have penises, girls have vaginas. Girls also have a place just above the opening to the vagina called the clitoris. I know that all of you already know this. I also know that each one of you knows how good it feels when you touch yourself just right on your vagina or clitoris or penis."

Rod rolled his eyes. Mel looked out the window. Sam nodded earnestly. "But, mom, she wasn't touching herself."

"No, she wasn't, but she was feeling the same things that you do when you touch yourself. Do you know what that's called, when you feel really really good down there?"

"Um, I forget."

"It's called an orgasm, but some people call it cumming," explained her mother. "Everyone can have that good feeling, boys, girls, any age."

"Uh, huh." murmured Sam.

"When you do it to yourself its called masturbating. When girls do it they get all wet and feeling good inside. When boys do it their penises get all hard and when they get old enough sperm shoots out the end of their penis when they have an orgasm."

Rod squirmed around in his seat, no doubt adjusting an erection, thought his mother. She smiled to herself.

"You will notice that in Florida lots of naked boys have really hard, long penises. Those erections are caused by keeping them on special pills that do that to their penis."

"What! I didn't know that!" exclaimed Rod, forgetting that he was trying to stay out of this conversation.

"Yes, that's the truth," confirmed his mother. "A lot of parents do that to their boys. They also do things to their girls, like putting special vibrators on their clitoris or special balls up inside the vagina."

"For real?" quizzed Mel.

"We'll go into one of the stores where they sell this stuff. I'm sure your dad and I will be in for an education as well. This kind of merchandise isn't commonly on display in Massachusetts. Anyway, the rings or vibrators or balls make the girl have an orgasm. The girls we saw, Sam, were feeling so excited they couldn't help themselves. They were having orgasms right there in public without even touching themselves."

"Oh, that's cool. Thank you for explaining, mom," said Sam.

"That's so embarrassing," remarked Mel.

"Boys shoot in public, too, or just stay hard?" asked Rod.

"I think you saw a boy shooting, at the airport," his dad reminded him.

"Oh, yeah. I did see that. That's sort of unbelievably embarrassing," Rod muttered and looked out the window.

Awkward as this conversation was, all was forgotten when they got to the coast. Dad pulled the car up alongside the ocean. Out in the surging waves coming off the Atlantic were surfers, real honest to goodness surfers. Rod got out and stood there mesmerized. It was even better than he had imagined. His father tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, son. Want to try it, or just watch all day?"

"What? Oh, yeah, can I try it? But, I don't have a board. I'm not really sure . . . "

"It's okay. We've discussed it and we're happy to get you a surf lesson. The rest of us will go north to the pier, check out the shops and then come watch you ride the big one!"

"Wow!"

The place was the Ron Jon Surf School and within minutes they were having Rod's parents fill out all the forms, sizing him for a board and telling him when the next instructor would be taking a group out on the beach.

"No experience necessary," confirmed the girl behind the counter. She had a dark tan and tiny bikini. "I think your group will have 8 or 9 kids, maybe ten."

She finished looking over the forms. "Do you want to have him stripped for the lessons?" she asked. "We can handle the whole transaction here, if you want. Most of the boys surf naked. If you've been out watching you probably noticed. The boardie look is sort of gone in Florida except for the older dudes."

Mom looked at Dad. "Sure, we'd love to strip him. It's more fun that way, anyway, right?"

"That's what the boys say," the girl replied. "That'll be $50.00 for the lessons. That includes use of the board. And $150.00 for the SFF chip -- that's your strip. I'll just need Rod over here for a moment to apply the chip." She applied a small bandage behind the boy's left ear. "That's it. Give it five minutes and you're good to go. There is a sensor on the door, so he'll need to strip before he goes out."

Rod picked up the surf board they'd matched to his height and eagerly started to head out of the shop. A buzzer went off and a light over the door started flashing. "Son, you'll need to strip down before you head out. That alarm is for you."

"What, dad?"

"You'll need to strip down. We just had you stripped for Florida. The girl behind the counter said all the surf boys do it naked, so we thought you'd like it too."

"What! You stripped me? Dad!"

"Don't you want the surf lessons?"

"Yeah, of course, but . . . gee, do I have to do it naked?"

"You saw all the boys out there surfing. Were any of them wearing clothes?"





   
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