A Helping Hand at a Nudist Resort

I know what you're thinking: a nudist resort - square, boring, gerryatric! Well, in most cases, yes. But tony this one; not this time. I first visited, let's call it Sun Mountain Valley, after only having been to a nudist resort a handful of times in my life, all after my traumatic divorce and while I was going through the latter half of my 30's. Arriving late, I have no inclination of soaking up any sun or watching a nice soft pair of knockers bounce freely in the pool. No, I had no thought, inclination, or expectation of such. Rather, I went for one reason and one reason only, to strut my stuff for anyone who wanted to see it, especially women, any woman. Now, don't be put off. I know, you're somewhat alarmed at the idea of an exhibitionist being at a nudist resort. Really? Aren't all guys at these places at least a quarter Exhibitionist. So exhibit I did. As soon as I got there, off came the shirt and down with the pants. I wandered for a couple of minutes but it was getting late. The sun was close to setting and the only real action was at the tiki bar next to the conversation tub. It didn't take me long to meander over there only to find one nude man in the whole crowd of about 20 or so. And, he was sharing the conversation pool with me. We chatted briefly as I politely asked him about the other amenities. It didn't take long for me to act on one of my on-going turn-ons, walking nude in front of numerous clothed women. What better to do that go up to the bar and ask the sweet young tender behind the counter for an ice cold beer. Being as warm as I was and having already had a couple of ice waters, the need to relieve myself was coming on fairly quickly. And, I'm not sure how many of you reading this could relate, but when I have to go and I'm not and warm inside and out, it's hanging low and swinging freely. That it did. It only took 1 trip through the Kareoke crowd to the men's room for every single and coupled woman to notice my enormous dick. And, not one of them was even remotely discreet about it. The night rolled on and the beer flowed through. After 3-4 rounds, Paige bought me a drink. Neither she nor her friend - who was with her husband - could bring their eyes up past my waist, which didn't bother me at all. Before long, Paige had stripped down to nothing and joined me in the oversized jacuzzi. Things moved quickly from there. While she wouldn't let me finger or touch her pussy, she loved having my mouth vacuum packed against her breasts. Most would describe her as a cougar, mature, maybe even a grannie but not me. She was almost twice my age and could suck dick like a veteran porn star trying to drain one more load from the newcomers balls. The night ended with her lips wrapped around my cum-soaked cock but the memories, they have lasted for much longer.