Dave's Journey Back To Nature: Part 2

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DAVE'S JOURNEY BACK TO NATURE: PART 2 DAVE FITS IN NICELY, AT THE ARUNDEL NATURIST RESORT. Based on posts by Big galoot [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Biggalute/works], in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/DavesJourneyBackToNature2.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/DavesJourneyBackToNature2.jpg] My first impressions were of amazing greenness, green grass, green edges, green trees. To my city-boy eyes, this looked like the Garden of Eden, albeit a very unkempt garden of Eden. Jim came to greet us as the car stopped and it was obvious that he had had something like a stroke, walking with a stick and one hand held spastically into his side. "Jim, this is David and Suzi, that I was telling you about. They've come to see if they would like to work here." Jim barely glanced at me before turning to Suzi and virtually undressing her with his eyes. "Young totty," is what I think he said, although it wasn't clear, Muriel blushed a bit before saying "Jim that isn't appropriate. You'll have to excuse him, the stroke has caused a bit of a change in personality as well as the more obvious effects. Jim was always a bit saucy but now seems to have no filter." I wanted to laugh, but was worried Suzi might be offended. Thankfully she took it in her stride, saying; "not to worry Muriel, I hear much worse at college, everyday; and at home. And by people who haven’t suffered brain trauma." Giving me a look and causing Muriel to smile. TOURING THE RESORT. "Let me show you around the place and then we can talk about the job." There were sixty-five chalets, most were two-bed, but a few were three-bed. And only ten are owned by long term members, the rest belonging to the resort, and rented out. There was what looked like two outside swimming pools, which were covered, and various green areas where guests could walk, play games or grill a picnic. There were lots of hedges, providing privacy and working as wind breaks, and some lovely flower beds, all a bit overgrown, recently. When we finished the tour, Muriel invited us into a big brick lodge, near the front gates that turned out to be their home, as well as the reception hall. One of the two pools was situated near the lodge, as was the shower complex. Going into the lodge, she offered us soup that she had made earlier, which was delicious. After the soup, Muriel asked us what we thought of the place. We both said we thought it was lovely. We then talked about the job. I explained that I thought it was only for one person. She said that was her initial plan, but now thought it needed two as she didn't have the time, or energy, to both look after Jim and do all the administration that was needed and all the other work that was needed on the site. We explained that neither of us new anything about gardening, apart from cutting grass and maybe trimming. She said not to worry, as gardening was what kept her sane and she would continue to look after the flower beds. We then got onto the subject of nudity. "Have you been nudist very long?" Muriel asked "I have, secretly for a few years, but only really got into it this last semester." "And I've only been doing it a bit less than Dave, but I'm really enjoying it." Suzi said and it was music to my ears. "That's wonderful. We have a hot tub near the swimming pool. We could have a dip and talk about the ghastly subject of money, if you like." We stepped outside and over to the chaise lounges. I don't think that Suzi had ever been in too many hot tubs. I sure hadn’t. They were a new novelty, until recently. Before we could say anything, Muriel stood up and started undressing. We both looked at each other a little shocked, but then shrugged our shoulders and stood up also. Muriel was naked in no time at all, wearing no underwear under her skirt, shirt and jumper. She threw her clothes on the chair and boldly stood there, almost inviting our stares as we undressed. She was a beautiful woman, average tits with a little sag offset by her perfect posture. One could debate if she was a B or C cup, only have her tell you she doesn’t make her tits wear a cup, ever! She had long nipples, which seemed quite erect, as if she was enjoying this. Her belly was flat and she had almost boyish slim hips, long, toned legs, and a thick thatch of dark hair in between them. I think both Suzi and I must have been staring, as we seemed to have stopped undressing. Muriel just stood there with a friendly, open smile on her face; perfectly happy in her own body and space, and welcoming us into it without challenging or threatening us. I was the next to be nude, coyly removing my underpants as I had a semi stiffy, brought on by my excitement at the situation, but also enticed by the site of Muriel. I found it incredibly hot, having this beautiful and elegant woman look at me, and I was unable to stop myself getting harder and bigger. "I can see you enjoy being naked." Muriel said to me, still smiling as she looked me up and down. I must have reddened because she said, "don't be embarrassed, you have a beautiful body and if I may say so, a very beautiful cock." I managed a croaked, "thanks." Suzi was standing in her underwear, watching the two of us. I'm not sure if she was waiting for our attention or gob smacked by the whole situation. As we looked at her, she slowly removed her bra and put her shoulders back, smiling, her gorgeous 34 B tits; I only know this from previously looking at her bra; jutting out proudly. Her nipples were as hard as I had ever seen them. I stood by Suzi to encourage her bravery, and I couldn't help myself, saying, "you're beautiful, Dear." "You truly are." Said Muriel; "now off with your knickers.

Amorous Goods: Decisionmaker & Dirty Duchess

AMOROUS GOODS: THE DECISION MAKER [https://www.literotica.com/s/amorous-goods-the-decision-maker] YOUNG MAN AT A CROSSROADS GETS HELP. Based on a post by ShowTime8 [https://www.literotica.com/s/amorous-goods-gaudus]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods1-03.mp3] at Explicit Novels [https://feeds.feedburner.com/explicitnovels]. https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods.jpg [https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods.jpg] Prologue: A lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. However, she has come to find out that many of the goods have been cursed or enchanted with amorous powers that affect those who encounter them. This 18 part series is devoted to many of the stories of those encounters with objects found at Amorous Goods [https://www.literotica.com/s/amorous-goods-a-lit-anthology-series]. DECISIONS. Tom liked to go for long walks when he was making a difficult decision. Right now he had been walking for two hours with no end in sight. His girlfriend, Dorothy, had practically given him an ultimatum. He needed to propose soon or she was going to move on. While it was true that they had been dating for nearly a year, Tom was not convinced that she was a good fit. Dorothy was without a doubt a responsible driven woman, who would go far in the world. She was an executive assistant for one of the partners in the accounting firm where he worked. She always dressed sharp and was very attractive. <--more--> She was 5'7" and 24 years old, whereas Tom was 5'10" and 26. They met at work and started dating. Not exclusively at first, but for the last six months they had been monogamous. She wouldn't agree to sex until he agreed to stop seeing anyone else, which wasn't an unreasonable request. The sex was good, but not the best he'd ever had. Dorothy not only seemed reserved, she was distant during sex. Perhaps she'd had better sex before and was feeling the same disconnect he was. More likely, she just didn't like sex and was going through the motions to satisfy him. Of course, he just couldn't know. He wondered if he was willing to spend the rest of his life with a mediocre sex life. On the other hand, she was driven and organized. She kept his apartment clean and organized, while doing the same for her own. She spent the night at his apartment most days of the week, while he stayed at hers during the weekends. She managed to give him some good advice on how to get ahead at the company, and was helping him with the process of establishing his own financial consulting firm. He had no doubt that with her as his wife he would become a very successful business owner. But deep down Tom missed his old girlfriend, Samantha. Sammi was a real party girl who loved to fuck. There was nothing reserved or distant about Sammi in the sack. The two had met while he was in college. She had been a psychology major, and it was true what they said. Most psychology majors were trying to figure out what was wrong with them. Sammi had self-esteem issues, commitment issues, trust issues just to start. She had more issues than The New York Times. Tom dated her for three years, but Sammi could never be completely faithful. She never cheated on him, because she never promised him to be monogamous. Every time he wanted to be her only one, she told him upfront that it wasn't going to happen. She gave him the option to stay on her terms, or leave. He left a few times, but would inevitably end up back with her. She liked him and he liked her, but she just kept allowing herself to be seduced by smooth operators. She sought validation through sex, and Tom couldn't provide enough. He tried to get her to settle for threesomes with the two of them and some other partner, but she would eventually break whatever rules he tried to enforce. If Tom could have been satisfied with a relationship minus the monogamy, he would have been happy with Sammi, but that was a deal breaker. Sammi was a fun girlfriend, but would not be a wife for him. On the other hand, he could have Dorothy with all the monogamy he wanted, but none of the passion. His biggest concern was that he might marry Dorothy and cheat on her with Sammi. Could he marry Dorothy and risk turning into the sort of person who might cheat? Would he be able to settle for a lifetime of missionary position with a starfish after having sex in twenty different positions over the course of a week with Sammi? And so Tom kept walking. He had started from Dorothy's apartment, ostensibly to clear his head with the intention of arriving at his own apartment. He left the familiar confines of the financial district long ago, and now he was in the eclectic neighbor of used book stores and antique shops. He was lost in his thoughts, when he pulled up short realizing he had no idea where he was. He pulled up his cellular phone to look at a map, only to find that his phone was out of power. He looked around him, hoping to find a familiar landmark or welcoming store front. Across the street was a store named Amorous Goods. The seemed more welcoming the South Asian Herb market he was walking past. He looked in the window at some of the objects in the window on display. It reminded him of some of the sex shops that he and Sammi has visited, though this shop has a more refined air to it. He walked in the door and a bell sounded somewhere. Tom wasn't really shopping as much as he was looking for a shop keeper who could give him directions back to civilization, but he felt an obligation to look over the display merchandise. A voice from somewhere in back of the store called out "Just a minute." Tom looked around at the various objects on the shelves. He recognized the Ben Wa balls, though these seemed to have a malicious shine to them. He saw a strap-on dildo that was emitting a low rumbling hum that he was afraid to touch. On another shelf he saw a small clear box that held what looked like a Magic 8-Ball. The box was labeled as The Decision Maker. Just like one of those classic children's toys, it had a little window that displayed a small message inside. The current message said "Definitely, Yes". Tom began to reach for it, when a woman came down the aisle. "Hello, I'm Vikki. Can I help you find something?" "Yes. Thank you. I'm looking for directions. I'm a little lost. I took myself for a walk and now I need to get back to Crenshaw Street." "Oh. That's over a mile away. Do you want me to call a cab for you?" Vikki asked. "No. I'm happy to walk, just tell me which direction to head and I'll be fine." Tom assured her. "Well," Vikki began, "you'll want to turn right out of the store and go three blocks. That will take you to Jefferson Avenue. Turn left and in about a mile and a half, you should be in familiar territory." "Right. Jefferson eventually runs parallel to Crenshaw. Okay that will get me where I want to go." Tom thanked her. "Are you sure you don't want a ride? It's still a long way. I can get a cab here quick." "No, the walk helps me think. By the way, what can you tell me about this Decision Maker here? How much is it?" Vikki startled for a moment and looked where he had pointed. "Oh. I had forgotten about that piece. I suppose it would be harmless to let that one go." She thought for a moment. "Forty dollars." Tom thought. That was more than he really wanted to pay. But she had been generous with the directions and maybe it would help him with his decision regarding Dorothy. Sometimes it's just useful having someone to help make the important decisions for you. "Deal!" he said. He paid the money and walked out of the store with his Decision Maker and headed for home. He arrived safely at his apartment about half an hour later, but he was no closer to making a decision. When Tom arrived home he immediately plugged in his phone. It took a few minutes to come alive, but once it did it buzzed with message alerts from missed phone calls and text messages. Tom anticipated these were from Dorothy and decided he was not ready to talk to her yet. He sat down at his kitchen table and stared at his Decision Maker. He shook it as if it were a Magic 8-Ball and asked aloud, "Should I marry Dorothy?" Immediately he felt a deep lassitude as if he had fallen asleep and he started dreaming. Tom was sitting at a kitchen table, but it did not look like his kitchen. This was a much nicer, much larger kitchen with a large professional grade refrigerator and stove. There were marble top counters and a large central island. The afternoon sun was shining in through huge vaulted windows looking out over a large backyard. He could see an outdoor hot tub and a pool house in his backyard. That's right. That was his backyard. This was his house. Tom lived here with his wife Dorothy and daughter Delilah. It was a large six bedroom house with a three car garage and finished basement. They purchased this house eight years ago. Tom's company, Insight Investing, had taken off and the family was quite wealthy. Dorothy had informed him that they needed a bigger house because Delilah was going to be born soon. They bought a house big enough for a large family that never materialized. Tom looked up to see his wife standing over him. She had an impatient look on her face that he knew too well. She had always been a take charge demanding personality, but it had served their marriage well so he never complained. She had good business contacts from working as an administrative assistant that she had steered his way over the years. While she had been only working part time since Delilah was born, she had been instrumental in Insight Investment being as successful as it was. Make no mistake, Tom had put in the long hours, working fourteen hour days and most weekends, but he depended on his wife to raise their daughter and manage the household. Tom looked down at the table in front of him and saw the Dissolution of Marriage forms laid out on the table. His loving wife of eleven years had just asked him for a divorce. Tom was shocked and dismayed. He knew there had been cracks in their marriage for a long time, but he had always assumed that Dorothy was happy. He had spent their entire marriage trying to keep her satisfied. She had always been a cold fish in the bedroom, but he never pushed. They hadn't had sex ever since Delilah was born, because Tom never wanted to force the issue. Dorothy said, "You know we haven't been happy in a long time. Just sign it and we can get this over easily." Tom felt like he had been punched in the gut. "Can't we try counseling? Can't we try to make it work?" He tried to read the divorce papers in front of him. "Why didn't you talk to me about this?" Dorothy signed. "I'm done. I don't want to discuss it. I just want out. This is as good a settlement as you will get. You've got unsupervised visitation with Delilah every other weekend. I already found you a two bedroom apartment close to your work." Tom goggled. "What?? You already found an apartment for me? How long have you been planning this?" "Actually, I've been thinking about this for about a year. Things haven't been getting better. Delilah and I will stay in the house. The alimony is very affordable and will allow you enough money to live off of." Tom growled. "Are you kidding me! You've been thinking about this for a year and you didn't talk to me about it? You ambushed me you fucking bitch! There's no way I'm signing this without having my own lawyer looking it over." "You dumbshit! You don't have a lawyer. Our family lawyer is Jon's friend. We've made sure that any decent lawyer in a fifty mile radius has a conflict of interest. If you try to fight this, then you will find out just how nasty I can be. I've spent the last year documenting a history of abuse by you. Fight this and I'll destroy your reputation." "I've never hit you. I haven't even touched you in years. Where do you get off accusing me of that!" Tom shouted. "So what? I've been giving myself bruises and showing them to friends. I've been telling enough people at work and at the gym about it, that I'll be able prove it in court. If you fight this you will lose. Jon is sending four guys from work to help move your stuff out. They will be here in ten minutes, so sign the agreement and make it easy. If you don't sign it, I'll have a restraining order filed before the day is over." Jon was Dorothy's boss. She had been his administrative assistant for as long as I had known her. Clearly he had known about this for a long time. "How long has Jon been involved? Why did you talk to him before you talked to me?" "Jon has been involved since the beginning. I mean, he's been a big part of our lives for years. He's the reason your company has been so successful. If you make this easy, your company will stay successful. If you fight, you'll lose most of your biggest clients. He wants you to be successful so you can continue to support Delilah and me. Just go along with this and everything will be fine." "Wait? Are you saying what I think you're saying? Have you been screwing him? Is he Delilah's father?" Dorothy squirmed. "You are Delilah's father. You're the only father she's ever known. Don't talk like that. I'm just tired of living like this. We don't love each other. We need to move on. You've got your company and your daughter. Just let me go." "Let you go! Look at this alimony you're asking for. Four thousand dollars per week! That's well over half my income and is doesn't include the house payments. How much is Jon contributing to his child's upkeep." "Delilah is your child, not his. He has been steering business your way to make sure she is well provided for, but that's all he can do. He has his own family to take care of. Don't ruin it for him or us." She sighed. "Just sign the papers. Let's make this easy." There was a loud knock on the door which immediately opened. Four large burly men let themselves into my home. "Ma'am? How can we help?" Tom looked at these thugs who were going to enforce these terms. No matter what he did, he was going to be out on the street in a hour. These guys were going to clear everything out that belonged to him. They might move it into this new apartment or they might just dump it in the gutter. If he fought, he end up with some broken ribs and bruises, but no doubt he would lose. He looked at his wife, soon to be ex-wife, with tears in his eyes. He picked up the pen and started reading the agreement, before he realized it didn't matter. He was completely screwed. He steeled himself to sign the contract. He took a breath. Just then his cell phone rang, and he startled awake. Tom looked at the Decision Maker. In its window showed one word, "No". His phone continued to ring. It was Dorothy. As a reflex he picked it up and answered. Dorothy started into him, "Where the hell have you been, Tom? I've been calling for hours ever since you left. We were talking and then you just walked out saying you had to think. Don't I get a say in what you do? Aren't you going to talk to me about it?" Tom was still reeling from his vision. He was so unhinged he blurted out, "Are you sleeping with Jon?" Dorothy spluttered on the other end of the line. "What?? Why would you ask that? Who told you that? I mean, who gave you the idea that anything was going on? It's completely ridiculous. Where do you get off accusing me of that? Is this you trying to blame me for your indecision. Listen, you better get your head screwed on right if you think we're going to get married. Hell, I bet you wish you were still screwing Sammi and you're trying to distract me with this accusation. Now you get your ass back here so we can continue this conversation. Do you hear me?" Tom hung up the phone. He had heard enough. The vision was starting to fade, but it was clear that he did not want to marry Dorothy. He was thankful that this toy had saved him from a potentially disastrous marriage. He sat there thinking about it a little longer, and finally he shook the Decision Maker and asked, "Should I marry Sammi?" Again his vision fogged over and he drifted off as if to sleep. Tom was sitting on the couch in his living room as the morning light was streaming in. He was tired. Tom had been unable to sleep and now he was staring blankly out his front window. He had been crying earlier, but now he had no tears left. Sammi had not come home last night from her night out with the girls. She had sent no text message telling him that she was okay. He felt like a complete afterthought. Tom knew he had worked hard to convince Sammi to get married. She loved Tom, but she loved to party more. She would go out on the town, but she would always return to him. He tried to be a good husband, but that didn't seem to be enough for her. He had bought this house with his own money. He had started his own financial advising company with some of the guys from work. He was a good provider, and he kept hoping that she would finally get tired of the hangovers and the loud crowds. He remembered their wedding day. She had promised to be true to him, and she had meant it. Of course, what she meant by being true wasn't what he had in mind. She still danced with other men. She still flirted and kissed, but no sex. That was what she promised. Well, 'no intercourse' she admitted later. She didn't consider oral sex to be cheating. And of course, she might give a fellow a hand job, but that was only fair since she wouldn't fuck him. They fought all the time about that. She told him it was who she was. She couldn't give it up no matter how hard she tried. He kept waiting for her to grow up, but she never stopped going out. Of course, when they fought the make-up sex was phenomenal. He would take out all his frustrations on her. He would pull her hair and call her names. She just egged him on, telling him to punish her, to hurt her. He had to admit, the sex afterwards was the hottest sex he'd ever had, but he was getting tired of it. He wanted to settle down and start having kids. He felt like Sammi was just another child he was destined to spend his life taking care of. He needed to figure out how to get her to leave the party life behind. He was patient, but he wasn't going to wait forever. He kept pressuring her to grow up, but she only pushed back harder. She was treating him like a strict father she had to rebel against. And he was getting tired of it. He heard a car pull up to the house followed by Sammi staggering to the front door. It was unlocked, but she still struggled to get the door open. Her hair was a mess. She was wearing a tight black dress that wasn't fitting right, as if she had gotten dressed in a hurry. Her eyes were bloodshot, either from alcohol or lack of sleep. It took her a moment to realize Tom was sitting there watching her, but when she did her face broke into a huge smile. "Hey, baby!" "Where have you been? It's much too late to be getting in from a night out. The sun's already up. I was worried about you." Sammi sashayed over to wear Tom was sitting. She knelt down in front of him and started rubbing her hands along his thighs. "I have a surprise for you." She looked seductively into his eyes. "You've been interested in starting a family. I decided, sure, what the hell. So I went off birth control a month ago. I decided last night it was time to start working on making a baby." "What?" This was a surprise. Tom had not expected this. Although, it seemed odd that her idea of settling down and having kids started with an all-night binge. "Don't we need to talk about this first? I mean, how is this going to affect our marriage. Are you sure you want to settle down like this?" Sammi's hands had slid up and were massaging Tom's cock through his pajamas. He quickly hardened, but he was still distracted by what she was telling him. Kids? Really? He had discussed it with her before, but she had prett

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Amorous Goods: The Box

AMOROUS GOODS: THE BOX [https://www.literotica.com/s/amorous-goods-the-box] A BOX OF SURPRISING TWISTS AND TURNS. Based on a post by ShowTime8 [https://www.literotica.com/s/amorous-goods-gaudus]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods1-02.mp3] at Explicit Novels [https://feeds.feedburner.com/explicitnovels]. https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods.jpg [https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods.jpg] Prologue: A lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. However, she has come to find out that many of the goods have been cursed or enchanted with amorous powers that affect those who encounter them. This 18 part series is devoted to many of the stories of those encounters with objects found at Amorous Goods [https://www.literotica.com/s/amorous-goods-a-lit-anthology-series]. I hadn't received a registered letter in years. Heck, I hadn't even been to a post office in years. As I stood in line, I figured it was actually almost 5 years. When I bought my house, I was at the post office sending official letters and paperwork almost daily. After about twenty minutes in line, I finally turned over the registered mail receipt, and received a stiff brown envelope in return. "Well, that was disappointing." I told the clerk as I left. "Have a nice day." I heard in response. Walking outside into the Texas heat, I got into my car and started it to get cooled off. Looking at the envelope, it appeared to be from some sort of legal liquidator firm. Aside from the house purchase, I had no other contact with lawyers, so this was kinda interesting. Sir, We have determined through DNA testing you are related to our client. Please bring this letter to the address on this announcement, and proper identification. Do so on the date chosen for you, also printed on the announcement, or you will forfeit claim to items chosen for you. "DNA results?" I asked myself aloud. Googling the address, I found it to be about an hour's drive, in a warehouse of some sort, and in a decent part of town. So far, so good. Driving home, I felt I didn't have anything to lose by following the directions in the letter. So, a week later, I made my way across town where I found a nice storefront in a renovated warehouse complex. The entire area was a bustling conglomeration of businesses. There was a hotel, a large market, several restaurants, and surrounding apartments. After familiarizing myself with the environs, I made my way to the address. It appeared to be a simple, nondescript antique-consignment type of business. In the store windows there were several pieces of furniture and clothing displayed. It really fit into the vibe of this development. "A sex shop?" I asked myself as I red the sign over the door: Amorous Goods. Entering, the place smelled more like a candle shop than an antique store. That, and the ceiling was rather high, making it look really inviting. Just to the right of the door, the cashier was smartly located, and there were several aisles from which to choose to walk from my location. Each aisle seemed very neat and organized unlike your typical junk store places. All-in-all, I could see myself shopping here, and I'm glad I'm early to enjoy the store. Looking down the first aisle on my left, I see a few customers. I continue walking, and decide to walk down the next aisle where there are no customers. The objects along this particular aisle are of particular value. By that, I mean, this is no ordinary collection for sale. The items are all classic, quite valuable, and of wonderful quality. "Zoo? Is that you?" I hear from my right. Looking in her direction, I see Vikki, former roommate of an old girlfriend, looking at me from two aisles away. Vikki was never as daring as my girlfriend at the time, Paula. Paula had an exhibitionist streak that was not to be tamed, and I was the willing beneficiary of many of her adventures. Sex after exposing herself was off the charts amazing, and I won't deny my enjoyment of public nudity. On one particular trip to the beach, Vikki and her boyfriend joined us, not knowing what we were up to. The boyfriend ended up getting naked along with us, and Vikki eventually relented and went topless. At their apartment, I had never seen Vikki nude, but I could tell her body was smoking hot. At the beach, my suspicions were confirmed. Vikki has an amazing set of tits, and I enjoyed every moment I could to look at her body. As Paula and Vikki's boyfriend swam about 25 meters from us, I talked to her about nothing memorable and I could tell Vikki was getting comfortable, hopefully to the point of going completely naked like the three of us. I thought she was close when she turned over and pulled her bikini bottom up to tan an amazing ass. Her boyfriend tried coaxing her out of her bottoms as he applied sunscreen to her ass after returning from the water. Alas, that never materialized, but I was left with indelible memories of her mammaries. After the beach, life in their apartment loosened up considerably. Paula basically became an apartment nudist as she rarely wore clothes there. Vikki became a little comfortable with me. One day, I got to their apartment after work, and just before Paula got back from her job. With my key, I let myself in, and relaxed on the couch. I could hear the shower running and figured it was Vikki. My deduction was proven correct by a mostly naked Vikki walking from her room, wrapped in a towel, to the bathroom. Without a word from either of us, she kept going and I relaxed in front of the tv. I was awakened by Paula hanging her tits in my face as I had fallen asleep on the comfy couch. To this day, I wished it had been Vikki. Later that same month, I would receive a birthday gift from Vikki unlike any other. Again, I arrived at their place before Paula, but this time found Vikki in the kitchen and completely naked. I'll never forget our conversation. "Hey, I hear it's your birthday, so I wanted to surprise you with a little something." Vikki told a very shocked me. "If this is all you give me, I'm quite happy. Is there more?" I said as I stared at her body. "Oh yes. Take off your clothes." Vikki directed. Who was I to argue. I quickly stripped my clothes off. Vikki walked up to me, hugged me so I could feel her entire body against mine, then walked to her room. "Happy Birthday." That's all she said. I got dressed, and never mentioned it to Paula. From that point on, Vikki and I always shared a smile with each other, but I never got the courage to ask for more. I sure wish I had because Paula flew the coop one day for a nudist colony somewhere. I tried to find her, but gave up, then discovered Vikki had also moved out of the apartment and even her boyfriend quickly lost contact with her. I just kept working and figured it was all for the best. The person behind this mystery letter changed all that. "Hey. What are you doing here?" I ask, trying not to awkwardly check her out. "Well, the short story is I run the place." Vikki says, approaching me. "And the long story?" I inquire. "Well, that's why you're here. Let's go sit down in the private meeting room." Vikki says, pointing me to the back of the store. Following her, I couldn't help but check out her still incredible ass. My mind put it back into a thong on the beach as we made the short walk to the office. "C'mon in, and let me tell you this crazy story." Paula said, holding the office door open. Inside the somewhat normal office came the most fantastical story I could ever imagine. Vikki was apparently the lone surviving relative of a very rich man who collected incredibly valuable and, sometimes very weird, items. Vikki had to put her career on hold to manage the estate and liquidate the assets. "It pays well enough, I guess. I was able to leave my partner in charge of my business until I get this stuff sold." Vikki told me. "So, you have to sell everything out there?" I asked. "Yes. The tricky part is finding the correct buyer. It's almost like the stuff won't sell, except to very specific people." "Huh?" "It's hard to explain, but this store could be open for years before we sell everything. It's almost like each item has to be sold to a certain person. Everyone who buys something here has a story to tell about the item, or how they just felt compelled to buy it. I don't have much retail experience aside from a high school job, and I've never seen anything like this." "So...Amorous Goods?" I asked. "All I can figure is it applies to liking something in here. There are some adult things in here, and that's why I considered you." Vikki replied. "I'm not sure I understand." "I can't tell you much more, only that I want you to look around as long as you would like, even past closing time. There is definitely something here for you, but I don't want to ruin the experience for you." Vikki is vague, apparently on purpose, and opens the door for me. I head out into the store, and it seems somehow different. It's kinda hazy up near the lights hanging from the ceiling. The lights have dimmed like you see in restaurants as the sun sets during dinner. The smell of candles is still evident, but probably because there are lots of them burning; something I hadn't noticed before. From around the premises comes the sounds of my favorite piano player. The new age sounds of a single piano player turn the place into an even more atmospherically pleasing shopping experience. And shop I do, seemingly alone in a maze of shelves and tables. Yet, I walk with ease among the items. I'm so overcome by the music, I don't notice at first that most of the items seem blurry, but there is a definite halo inside my vision which allows me to only see the items one at a time. It's almost like looking through binoculars backwards, but everything is closer. "Umm, Vikki, what's......?" I'm stopped in my tracks by the fact the office I just exited is no longer behind me. I spin around, but am unable to find it. Gathering myself, I try to head in the same direction, or at least the way I think I was going. It's a little disconcerting, but I think I've red about people dropping acid and going through this type of thing. Even stranger is the music. As I walk, it seems to disappear. I stop in my tracks, looking around at the various items. I back up a few steps, and the music volume increases ever so slightly. I stop. Is my mind playing tricks? I see an opening to my right, another break in the aisles, and turn to walk that way. The music increases as I walk past a few perpendicular rows, then it decreases. I stop, and decide to turn again, this time to my left and am rewarded by an increase in the sounds of the piano. I know there's a reason for the music, but I slow down and begin looking at the individual items again. I'll let the music guide me intuitively, but I'm still very curious about all the stuff I can see. The music brings me around several aisles, where I find a box, by itself within my limited vision. As I approach, a piece of paper comes out of the top. Picking up the paper, I realize the box is what I am to leave with today. It reads: Take this box. From it, you will receive directions to make your desires, and those of people you choose, to come true. Touching the box to pick it up, the room suddenly illuminates and the music disappears. I also find my itself back at the register, looking out into shopping area around the store. "Vikki. We got another one." I hear the cashier say. "How did I get here?" I ask the cashier. "We see it all the time. Customers kinda wander around, oblivious to us, then come out of a trance-like state right here at the register." I hear Vikki say from behind me. "That was interesting. I almost panicked, but the music I heard kept me calm." "What music was it?" "My favorite, new-age solo piano." "Our customers almost always mention their favorite music. Anything else special?" Vikki asks. "Just that I was only able to see one item at a time, the office we met in disappeared, and this box produced a slip of paper directing me to pick it up. When I did so, I ended up here." I explain. "We hear that, as well, except each item has its own special way to attach to its owner. What did the paper say?" Vikki asks. "Something about making my desires come to reality." "Well, that's a new one. Usually, it's some childhood memory, or a material good, or just ownership of the item is meaningful in some way. Interesting. This is the most specific I've heard yet." Vikki explains. "So, now what?" "The box is yours. Enjoy it. We're here if you have any questions." Vikki formalizes the deal. Suddenly, the box spits out another piece of paper. It simply says: Tell her. I stop to think about this. "Well, can I have your personal number if I have any questions?" I ask Vikki. As soon as I ask, the box produces yet another paper, this one with a phone number on it. "Is this your number?" I ask her. "Well, that answers that. What else has the box told you?" "I can only tell you that in private. Shall we go talk?" I ask. "Lead the way." Vikki follows me back to the office. Back in the office, I put the box down on the table to thoroughly take a look at it. It's not heavy, but I only see the slot where the papers have come out. There don't seem to be any screws, or any way to open it. It's just slightly smaller than an old-school typewriter case. It's just a frills-free box made of wood. "Vikki, the message before your phone number said I need to 'tell you'. I think I know what it is." I say, turning to face Vikki as she closes the door. "What?" "I always wanted to ask you for more after you gave me that birthday present. I was shy, for whatever reason, not to mention I was having the time of my life with Paula. I'm not referring to wanting sex as much as I had always wondered what it would be like to date a normal girl, and not that nympho." "That's exactly why I thought of you for this shop. I figured you were just at that point in your life where you didn't know what you wanted, or where you were going. A more mature you is what I hoped to see walk in, and I wasn't disappointed." She tells me as she comes just a little closer. "Would you like to go get something to eat? I see there's quite a few choices in this complex." I move myself, closing the distance between us ever so slightly. Before Vikki answers, the box sends out another paper. On it is typed: You know her dreams. "You better sit down. I think I know what's going on." I direct Vikki to a seat at the table. "Let me know if this is too direct for you." "Okay. I can respect that." Vikki tells me. "When I was with Paula, I always just assumed there's a little of her in all of us. She was a one of a kind at times, and I was merely a witness to her unique nature. That said, I also felt like you might want to take part, in fact you did one time at the beach, and then you were quite comfortable around me in the apartment. Am I missing anything?" "Well, Zoo, I did try to seduce you just a little, but I chickened out. I would have loved to have been totally naked at the beach, but I wasn't quite ready. I was oh so close, though. I still get turned on by how you sat with me, you naked, me topless, and we just talked. I wasn't creeped out by you, and I became unaware of my body. If this isn't too much information, I had an incredible orgasm that night, and it wasn't because of My boyfriend." Vikki seemed a little embarrassed by her admission. "Like I said, your birthday gift to me was one of my most favorite ever. I have thought of you often. That said, let me cut to the chase. Where exactly do you want to expose yourself?" There, I said it. "Wow, Zoo, I don't think I charged you enough for that box. Did it really tell you that?" "Not in so many words." "Okay, well here goes nothing. I want to go to the beach again, or somewhere similar where I can go without, or even lose my suit. I want to work in here for a day, completely naked. I want to be seen, but without my knowing it. I don't want to be self-aware of my surroundings so I don't become inhibited. But, I also want to be forced to become naked, almost to the point of being raped. Is that too much? Can you work with that?" Vikki is suddenly relaxed with me. "Well, with the help of the box, and it appears it is going to be a big part of this, I know I can make these desires, and even more happen for you." I say with authority. "For example, take off your bra and put it on the table." "Why...?" Vikki starts to question me. "You don't always have to ask for a reason. In some circumstances, you should. But in this instance, there is no need. Just do it." I interrupt her. With those directions completed, Vikki stood up, unbuttoned her shirt, and deftly removed her bra. Placing it on the table, she rebuttoned the shirt and stood there. Her beautiful nipples were clearly outlined by the flimsy material; their hardness heightened by her heavy breathing. "My advice, or request, actually a demand is you should not wear a bra anymore. Look for those camisole shirts, or lacy undershirts to wear. You need to get used to your hard nipples and the fact men, not to mention women, love to look at your body. You should also only wear thongs. However, when we plan any type of activity, you are not to wear any underwear at all. Finally, you should expect to lose most of your clothing when you are around me, so make sure it's not anything you don't want to lose. Am I clear so far?" I tell Vikki. "Can I make requests?" Vikki asks. "Let the box do its job. I think it will guide us." I reply. "But, by all means, what would your first request be?" "My first request would be to go to the beach, and restart. I have make up for lost time, so why not go back to where it all started and seal the deal. From there, I'll be ready for just about whatever you want." Vikki smiles at me. "Well, we can go now and see what happens. Stay flexible." I maintain. Thus, it is decided. Vikki picks up her bra, and we walk to her personal office where she shoves it in her purse, and we walk out in the afternoon sun. Unless the box I am carrying interrupts us, I should have her completely naked on the sand well before the sun goes down. Vikki walks with a confidence I had never seen in her while I dated Paula. Her boobs moved freely under the shirt, and she walked undeterred to the parking lot. Letting me drive, Vikki also removed her panties and shoes, leaving on only her button down shirt and skirt. The box has stayed quiet the entire ride to the beach. I'm kinda glad, actually. Without suits, there is only one outcome for this trip. Well, at least for Vikki. I'm not sure how the box got us to this point, and now I'm not sure I can imagine where we'll go. At least I'm holding the ultimate icebreaker. We arrive at the beach as the last diehards are still laying out and the evening surfers dominate the water. I lock the car, and we walk onto the nearby sand, barefoot, and stroll close to the incoming tide. The foamy water covers our feet, then recedes, over and over. Without direction, or even a word between us, Vikki begins unbuttoning her blouse. I catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye of her cleavage, and then she stops. Almost imperceptibly, she begins walking deeper and deeper into the surf. In doing so, the bottom of her skirt gets wetter, but Vikki keeps walking outward. The

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Dave's Journey Back To Nature: Part 2

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