"Thanks for the show! You appeared ready to go skinny dip, so I figured I'd ask you to go first so we got to watch".
That must have been so much fun. I know how that feels and have enjoyed it. About 1.5 years ago I was that naked guy going skinny dipping for more than one lady. It happened at a surprise b-day party that two women gave me for "entering old age," as they put it when I reached the age of social security. It came as a total surprise to me; they had worked out their ambush well beforehand and planned it with the care of a military staff officer. Yet, there was something that they had not counted on as I had hid it. It was not something that you did not want to let out, especially in the tourist business, which I am in, and one look or remark could be interpreted as sexual harassment.
In any case, one of the ladies nearly caught me sikinny dipping one night. It was the beach that I manage in the summers. It was underneath the light of a full moon. The beach and the water are situated in a bowl of mountains and the way the full moon comes up over the mountains is ethereal. The water was a state-owned area so there are not suburbias of second home developments along the shoreline so the moon has it all to itself and the effects it renders are sublime. I had met one of the ladies involved over a dispute concerning a decision I had made on her part when she came to the beach one day. I stood my ground and she eventually saw why I had made it and that, surprisingly, I was right. I think my standing my ground impressed her as most women know very well that few males can withstand an angry woman. In any case, we overcame this and became friends.
She and I were both paddlers. She was a standup paddle board; I am a kayaker. She (I'll call her Joyce) was married, and was a financial officer in a company. Joyce was very athletic. Her husband was away a lot on business so we went on paddles together after work and I told her about the spectacle of the full moon rising. On one moonlit night, I had just come in from watching it and decided to take a dip before going home. I was the only one there and figured, why not, go in without a thing on. As I was getting into this mode, I saw something coming toward me in the night. It was her, coming to see the rising. I quickly put myself back together again and went out paddling with her. Some five months later, after we got to know each other better, I confided how close she had come to catching me.
"If only I had come five minutes later," she said with a laugh.
We talked no more about it for the next year. We went on more paddles together, often with a friend of hers, who I will call Amy. Amy was in sales at a company, was also married, and had kids. We went paddling together on the full moon nights, me in the minority. By unadulterated luck, my birthday happened to be on the same night as a full moon. I did not know then that the two married women had filed away the night Joyce almost caught me and were preparing to use it.
We went out as usual. For some mysterious reason, the moon did not come up that night. We went out and came back in with complete darkness all around. Then the ladies sprung their surprise: cake, candles, and ice cream. I was caught in their trap. Then, after the ceremonies and the song, and so on, they sprung their ultimate surprise that they had used the first stages to build up to: "we're going swimming."
How I laughed. I knew what that meant as much as they. It had been so incredulous because I had never thought that these ladies were the kind to do anything like that. Now, it got fun, and here was where I sprung my surprise on them. They, of course, did not know of my CFNM past. They did not know that I had stripped in front of women and their cameras. I am no professional, and had never done it on stage, but I was not inexperienced with it. I saw their two heads above the dark mirror the water, reflecting the shadowed silhouette of the shoreline, and went to work. I've always fantasized about CFNM for two or more women instead of just one and here it was, at last, an unexpected gift as I was entering old age.
The moon then appeared over the dark line of the mountaintops underneath a golden halo as if the two women had planned that too. I was effectively on stage with lunar stage lights shining down on me. I was nervous, shaking, but also wildly excited, though I tried hard not to show it to them. I saw their eyes staring at me, dropping as if in embarrassment when I looked at them, but taking my nakedness in. I tried to be nonchalant about the stripping, but took a long time to let their eyes get their fill of me. I slowly waded in to join them and let it rest just on top of the water for a few seconds to tease them a bit, and disappeared under the water.
We swam around for a while. It was fun. I tried to work up the tease as much as possible as all we knew that they were dressed and I was naked. I didn't try to make anything of the difference; I did not try to hit on them. I figured that they were expecting that. I saw them nod to each other and knew something else was afoot. I was right. Joyce got out and went to her car. I saw the door light open, then shut, and Amy followed her to her car. I understood their nods. I knew they had their smartphones with them. They had taken a couple of pics of me eating the cake. They lined themselves up on the beach, in their bikinis, their hair dripping water, and, in a move that surprised me just as much they readied themselves for when I came out. I laughed to myself and almost couldn't fathom that another CFNM fantasy of mine was now before me for real. I've always wanted to be photographed by two women working in concert with each other. I obliged them and was met by a blast of flashes from the two twenty-first century lenses. I felt almost as high as the moon, like I had been transported up there with it. Once again, I knew how to handle being photographed
They took some more snapshots. It was nothing wild, just of me goofing around with them. I didn't know if I was on earth or in the heavens. I tried to prolong it without seeming like I was doing it, but they had responsibilities and it finally had to end when they had to take off.
We are still good friends and go out onto the water every so often. We even repeated it on my next time around, though there was no full moon to help the occasion and only one woman, Joyce. I remember her smiling at me and producing a surprise batch of cupcakes.....
It was so much fun and the best birthday celebration that I've ever had in my nearly seventy years.
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