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In Search of the Final Freedom: Chapter 35

Updated: Apr 4

In Search of the Final Freedom: An Erotic Socio-Political Novel:


Raising the Revolutionary Flag of a Sexual Freedom

Chapter 35

Fun in Miami Beach

It took close to an hour but finally the whole crew had made it back to their rented house, changed into street clothes. The girls were not alone in changing it to outfits they could not wear into Sparta or the shopping district in Milledgeville. Bonnie slipped into the linen sundress she’d brought back from her Caribbean trip. Though she liked it very much, it was just too casual (that is to say sheer) to wear in a small Southern town. Misty too put on a something she liked, but could not wear back home. She’d bought the green top to wear to her photographic internship. While the top showed enough to turn head in downtown Atlanta, in Sparta it would get her arrested. She thought she looked great in it. Even Kate Evans had commented on how good she looked in it.

Haley though was the most daring. While she wore one of the overall-shorts outfits she wore so often back home, this time she wore a completely see-through mesh crop top under the overall’s bib. Given her curvaceous figure, when the group returned to the main drag looking for food and hot shopping, even on Collins Avenue, she garnered many appreciative looks and a few comments.

They found a fun restaurant with a live “go-go” dancer on the bar. While the food was good, it was not great. However, it was quite fun.

Caitlin let everyone know she really enjoyed her first topless beach experience. “I wasn’t sure about going like that in public, but it was so cool.”

Though Bailey had not taken off her top on the beach, she agreed. “Me too, I never thought I’d feel so stuffy while wearing the smallest bikini I’ve ever owned. When I wore it for the first time on Saturday to Suzette’s party, it was a hit with the guys; but now I’m going to have to get me something new before we go back to the beach. I’m not sure if I should buy a matching top though.”

Haley asked “The way I see it, why buy a top when we can’t wear the bottoms in public back home anyway.”

Bailey seemed to see the logic in that.

“OK girls, its shopping time!” Caitlin almost shouted.

But Marcy said firmly “I told Hans and Otto we’d be back out at South Beach by 4:00.”

Misty couldn't help but jab "Maybe the old women will get laid first after all."

“But when do we get to go to the other beach?” Sarah whined.

After which, quite a discussion about plans ensued. Finally, it was agreed they would split up. Those who wanted to go shopping for just a short while and then go back to South Beach would go with Marcy and Trish. Those who wanted to go shopping a little longer then go to the nude beach would go with Bonnie.

As it turned out the group split almost evenly, Sarah, Misty and Haley went with Bonnie. Bailey and Caitlin went with Marcy and Trish. Bonnie was pleased that the interminably long drive down had given Bailey time to get to know the other girls. The fact Bailey was comfortable spending the afternoon with Caitlin rather than Sarah was a good sign. She also thought Caitlin would be good for the younger girl. She’d gown into quite a young woman.

Bonnie got a kick out of Sarah and Haley as they squealed with delight at new finds in the shops. When they went in the designer boutiques, they all gasped at the unbelievably high prices.

“$130 for a pair of panties? They gotta be kidding” Haley whispered.

“I don’t think so, not here” Bonnie whispered back.

Other shops were just the opposite, for instance Haley bought a bikini bottom for $8 at one shop and they each bought a silk sarong for $12 a piece. All three girls bought beach towels with pictures of hunky guys. Haley clearly bought the most ending up with three bags before they headed back to the house. In addition to the towels, the girls bought swim suits, wraps, mini dresses, sheer tank tops and suggestive tee shirts.

When Haley bought a tee shirt printed with ‘You missed me topless on South Beach; Bonnie asked with a mock concerned tone “What will your mother say?”

“She will be jealous she wasn’t here too.”

Bonnie knew she was right.

By the time they arrived at the house it was past five. They could see the other group had come back from shopping and gone again. They tossed their bags and stripped out of their street clothes. It was decided that they would not even bother with bringing swimwear to Haulover Beach. The girls just wrapped their new sarongs around their naked bodies while Bonnie went with shorts, tee-shirt and a big floppy hat.

Misty, thinking of the deal she was working on with Richard Kyle, planned on shooting photos of her mom and to set up photos for her mom to do the same for her. It would be no problem getting Sarah or Haley to actually shoot the pictures of the two of them together. She gathered her expensive new camera, tripod and folding reflector board. Misty wanted at least two-hundred usable photos from this trip. She calculated she would need to shoot at least two-thousand frames given the 10:1 ratio of frames verses usable images. Some of the photos would be technically bad, others would miss the perfect expression or pose and still others would be essentially duplicates. It was no problem; she’d brought enough memory for five-thousand frames at full resolution.

Before they walked out the door Bonnie sat the three girls down and, with special emphasis on Haley said “Now I want it clear that you do not have to go if you don’t want to. You understand there will be lots of naked men there.”

Haley asked sarcastically “And is that supposed to be bad?”

Bonnie just said “I just felt I should say that. And for my money naked men are not a bad thing. Especially if they are as hot as the one’s we saw last year, but don’t expect to get too much attention. Most of the good looking guys you’ll see are gay.”

Misty and Bonnie only partially knew the way to Haulover Beach, but fortunately all they had to do was keep the ocean on their right and after ten minutes they came to a sign that said Haulover Beach Parking. The large lot was full and it took some time to find an empty slot. The path went under the road and joined the sidewalk. At the intersection of the beach path and sidewalk there was a large city sign that read “Warning: Beyond this point you may encounter nude sunbathers.”

“Mom, you need to get a picture of us in front of the sign” Misty insisted. She set the photo up using her tripod before joining the other two girls. Bonnie fired off two shots of the three girls grouped around the sign.

“OK, and one without the sarongs” Misty ordered. So without so much as a discussion the three teens stuffed their wraps into the beach bags and stood nude beside the sign that stood right on the public sidewalk. A couple of younger teenage boys who were skateboarding almost fell over when they saw the three girls. Though technically being behind the sign they were in the nude area, in practice the nude beach was over the high sea grass covered dune, not visible from the main sidewalk.

Bonnie was amazed that none of the three girls even began to try to seek cover. Haley and Sarah stood on either side of Misty. Their fully tanned breasts accentuated their young flat tummies, though side by side it was more apparent that Misty’s curves were softer than Haley’s muscular body. Sarah was clearly younger and less voluptuous than the other two, but she was no less attractive with her naturally wavy light brown hair draped over her shoulders. Bonnie noted that just like she had, the girls had clearly come to the conclusion that going nude did not mean going without bodily adornment. They looked downright fashionable, even in the nude.

Bonnie clicked off several photos while the skate boarders stood catatonic.

Misty looked over at the dumbfounded boys “Hey, can one of you take a pic so my mom can be in the picture?”

The boys looked as if they’d been summoned by the gods. It seemed to take forever for one of them to respond with a timid “yes.”

Bonnie showed him how to press the shutter, then dropped her shorts and pulled her tank over her head. She began to think ‘these boys are going to pass out’ as she took her clothes off.

Bonnie posed in the middle of the three girls, making sure the sign was still visible. The boy took one photo and started to move away.

Misty was enjoying the moment and said “Hang on; let’s get a few more shots in different poses.” She rearranged everyone then walked over to the stunned boy, moved the tripod over to the left a few feet and reset the composition. When she'd relocked the camera in place she motioned for the boy to get behind the viewfinder again.

The second boy pulled a cell phone from his pocket and took some photos for himself. Bonnie thought that was only fair. She finally rescued the boys after Misty had made a second rearrangement of the crew and he’d taken more shots. The naked mother thanked the boys and told Misty to pack up the camera.

The boys zipped off as soon as the camera was in Misty's hand.

Once out of their sight, the girls laughed. Sara said “Did you see the look on their faces when Mrs. C., took off her shorts?”

Bonnie pulled a waist wrap from her bag and tied it. The girls did not take their sarongs from their bags before heading up the walkway over the dune.

The beach was much more crowded than it had been on Bonnie and Misty’s prior visit. Just like at South Beach the big pastel colored lifeguard stands dominated the view. It was a good two hundred yards from the dune to the water. Most of the crowd was down by the waves; however, there were a good many groups laying out in the dry sand further from the water.

Without warning Sarah dropped her beach bag and began dancing around with her arms outstretched “This is so great”.

Bonnie picked up her bag and they kept going while Sarah flitted around like some sort of fairy. They approached a bald body builder type doing some sort of martial arts practice. His milk chocolate skin was covered with oil and Bonnie and the girls could not miss the grand penis standing nearly straight out from his completely hairless body. Bonnie wasn’t sure if he were Hispanic, mixed race or just very light skinned African American, but whatever his ethnic heritage, his body was a chiseled masterpiece. Bonnie assumed he was gay, but to the girls he was just an incredible hunk of man. Misty and Haley tried to keep coy as they looked at him, but Sarah’s dancing almost caused her to run into him as he did, what appeared to be karate forms. She stopped cold, inches from him. He stopped also. For a second, he glared but then her pixie like charm took over and he opened into a broad smile.

“YOU” Sarah said in a breathless voice “are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.” She very visibly looked up and down his glistening hyper muscled body. Bonnie had now stopped. She kept her eyes on Sarah who appeared positively tiny in front of this great big man.

In a deep rumbling voice and only the slightest Latin accent he said. “And you are the most darling wisp of a young woman I’ve seen in a long time.” She blushed and looked down, but looking down, almost at near breast level was his big thick organ, so she looked up and asked “What is your name big handsome man?”

“My name is Julio but most people call me by my stage name, Roca.” Sarah started very fast “I’m Sarah, my friends and me, we are from Georgia.” She motioned for Bonnie and the others to come over. “I’ve wanted to come to a nude beach for a long time. I’m so excited, now I can call myself a real nudist. See I go naked at home and at my friend’s pool, that’s her” she pointed at Misty talking a mile a minute without seeming to breathe “That’s her mom and our friend Haley. What do you mean your stage name?”

“I’m a dancer and when I dance I don’t use my real name. Would you and your friends like to join me?” He said waving to the sand around him.

Bonnie put out her hand “Hi I’m Bonnie”, Julio (Roca) shook her hand and said “Sarah here says you are that good looking chica’s mother, I can’t believe it; sister maybe, but not mother.”

It was Bonnie’s turn to blush, “Yep, she’s mine.”

The girls spread out their towels, and got out the sunscreen. Bonnie, very conscious of being the only clothed person (if topless) in sight quickly remedied that and relaxed listening to the girls ask Roca questions.

“Where do you dance?”

“About half of the year I’m on the road doing clubs all over. But the other half of the year I’m here. Miami is my home. I do about four different clubs here in town.”

“Why different places? Is there a difference between one club an another?” Misty asked.

“I’m not sure your mother would appreciate it if I got more specific.”

Misty plaintively said “Oh, come on, she won’t care.”

“Yea, Mr. and Mrs. C. are very open about sex.” Haley added “Last month at a pool party, she walked right out to the pool, buck naked to give condoms to us so we could have a safe-sex orgy at their house.”

Followed by Sarah’s comment “and last night she and my mom did it while we were in the next room.”

Bonnie cut in “No, we didn’t do it last night” then paused, “but we probably will tonight. But the girls are right you can’t offend me.”

“Well in that case,” Roca said leaning back “I guess you are a pretty hip family.” As he leaned back his penis now stood straight up toward the sky. The girls eyed the slightly curved scimitar as he continued to talk. “Well the club I work at every weekend is downtown, not here on the beach. It is very upscale. It has a floor show and has both male and female dancers. It caters to a very cosmopolitan crowd of men and women, a large percentage of them are business travelers from all over the world. I make very good money there, so that’s my favorite place.”

“Do the men pay you for private dances as well as the women?” Bonnie asked without thinking.

“Yes they do. It’s the only place with a mix of men and women like it in the country. A couple of years ago I did a European tour and there were a number of clubs like it. It’s like there is no gender line, everyone just enjoys all the dancers.”

Haley piped up “Yea, Misty and I are bisexual, just like her mom, and so is my boyfriend.”

Misty added “And so is my dad.”

The comment from the teenage girl seemed to actually surprise the man.

That comment surprised Bonnie as well, but she knew it shouldn’t since Misty had been through all the photos from the cruse very carefully. They just had never discussed her father having sex with men before.

Roca came back “Oh, I didn’t know people from Georgia were so progressive?”

Bonnie answered “I don’t think we are representative of our community.”

Haley jumped in, “Do you have to wear a thong or do you go like this? Because I would have paid money to see you like this, and I know my mother would too.”

He smiled a big toothy smile. “Yes, here in Miami I get to show off my wares, but in most of the country I have to wear a g-string.”

“That would suck” Haley said. “So where else do you work?”

“On Monday nights I work at a gay club and I also work private clubs and events.”

“Are you straight, gay or bi?” Haley asked just as Sarah asked “What’s a private club?”

“Slow down little girl” he said. “So many questions.”

Bonnie stepped in. “OK girls. You may not be wearing clothes, but you still have manners. You don’t just ask strangers that kind of question.”

Haley quickly tried to undo her indiscretion “Oh, I wasn’t’ trying to be nosy, but what do you do at the clubs?”

Roca shook his head. “If your daughter can sit here and tell me that both her parents are bisexual, I guess I have nothing to hide. I’m sure you girls are too young to have gone to a strip club, but strip clubs are just bars with naked entertainment. The club makes their money by alcohol sold by the glass even in Miami. The dancers make their money by tips and by giving private dances.”

“So do men and women pay you to let them give you a blow job? I certainly would understand if they did.” Haley asked.

“Haley!” Bonnie snapped.

“No, no nothing like that” Roca chuckled. “There are very strict rules, most important is the clients are never allowed to touch the dancer's genitals. That goes for both male and female dancers. Even at a private event like a bachelorette party.“

“How’s that different than just hanging out here?” Haley asked.

“It’s a matter of style. Here I’m just chill’n talking to you lovely ladies. But at a club or private party the point is to turn the girls or guys on.”

“But you can’t touch them?” she pressed.

“I have some license to touch the client but they can’t touch me back.”

Roca looked over to the lifeguard tower. Bonnie guessed he was looking to see if any of the lifeguards were looking their way. None were even visible from their location. He then stood up and said “I will show you a little of what I do.” He put some oil in his hands and stroked his penis. Bonnie and the girls sat gaga eyed as he brought himself to a full erection.

“Imagine we are at the club in downtown Miami and you are all dressed up in fancy clothes.” He began dancing beside his towel, swaying his hips and rolling on his feet as much as he could in the sand. "Sit up on your knees, so you are more the height you would be in a chair." They did so, but still he towered over them. He began to move around so that he danced right in front of each of them for a few seconds. Then he went back to Bonnie for a second round, this time he squatted so his large erection swung right in front of her face. Bonnie had to resist a strong desire to pull it to her mouth. As he did the same to the girls she wondered if they too were thinking the same. She had no doubt Haley was.

Roca said, “See, if they buy a special dance I come to them and do this. While I give private dances, I am allowed to touch the women.” After he'd teased each of the girls, he moved back in front of Bonnie. He ran his hands across her face as his penis swung less than an inch from her lips, almost touching them.

He looked at Bonnie then the girls. She surmised what he was asking and she nodded yes. So he moved around the little semi-circle to each of the girls doing the same. Haley opened her mouth apparently planning to sneak in a taste; but he was too fast for her. The other's laughed. Bonnie asked "How often do your clients move faster than you?"

"Not as often as they'd like, but I can't say it doesn't happen."

He came back to Bonnie for a second round, this time he said “I can touch them almost anywhere” as he squatted low and briefly cupped both breasts in his large hands. The hair stood up on the back of Bonnie’s neck as she felt her nipples instantly go hard and her pussy tingle. As he slowly rose up the head of his phallus followed where his hands had been, pressing firmly up across her left nipple, across her breast bone and up the left side of her neck and cheek. Bonnie had to hold her breath to keep from reacting. She could tell he must make good money doing this.

He stepped back. “You three are too young for me to do that, and I had better stop before the life guard kicks me off the beach. But you get the idea.”

Bonnie, heart racing said “Yea, I get the idea. You’d have every penny I have on me.”

All three girls made it clear they were disappointed he had not done the same to them.

They all sat and talked half an hour or so before the girls quieted down. The crowd began to thin some and at exactly 6:30 the lifeguards picked up and left and the girls went off to play in the surf before the sun was gone.

Even after all that time his penis was partially erect. While the girls were gone she got up the nerve to ask. “How do you keep it up so long” motioning to his penis.

“It’s a learned professional skill. I had to learn to keep it hard for hours at a time for the show. What man or woman wants to see me soft? Well that is one of the reasons I come out here, to practice. And it’s a great pick-up place.”

“For guys?” she asked.

"Sometimes, but I'm equally comfortable with both sexes” and he gave her a grin that brought back Bonnie's tingle.

She sat back and asked a question she had not earlier. “Do you ever have sex with the women who buy dances?”

“No. No sex for money, but tips are welcome. I won't pretend that a good many clients haven’t wrapped their lips around my cock during private dances. But I never let them have more than a taste... or two. The clubs turn a blind eye to that in the private booths, but even then we are talking a matter of seconds at a time. If you can imagine how drunk rich women tip. Besides the fact fucking them could get me thrown in jail and the club to lose their license, it’s bad business, even if I don’t take money. It’s a fantasy the women want, and the best way to burst a fantasy is to live it out.”

“What about men?"

"Ah, men are different. Rich strait men in particular. They almost always want me to cum in their mouth."

"So you do?" Bonnie kept up.

"Only if they are clearly a high roller. But yes I will do it on occasion. I will admit, shooting a load into some gay bashing suit is actually a lot of fun for me, and he, not me, is taking the risk of disease."

Bonnie didn't know whether to laugh or be turned on. She told him, without using names, of the all male cruises that the LeMarco's take and how nearly all the men are conservative family men. He was not surprised. "There is no question I get my best tips from men who claim to be strait."

She then told him about Cooper and how surprised he was at how much he enjoyed sex with men, particularly having men sexually dominate him by fucking his mouth or ass. She went on to explain that he was struggling with self-identifying as bisexual even though he was quite open about how much he enjoyed the feeling of a cock in his mouth or ass. Roca put forth an idea that Bonnie had never considered. "I don't really like the term bisexual either. To me the issue is not really sex, but romantic attachment. Like your husband I really like having sex with men, but my romantic relationships are always with women. But unlike your husband, I am a top. I like to fuck men and to have them suck my cock, but I rarely reciprocate. I'm the same with women, I like to be in charge. Though I love to eat pussy more than I can say."

Before she could stop herself she said "I'd love to have you eat mine." But as soon as the words came out she tried to get out of what she said "No, I really didn't mean that. Well, I did but let's forget I said it." She then tried to just change the subject back to Cooper. "I am very much in charge of sex at home. Even back to the first time we had sex over twenty years ago I had to practically drag him to my dorm room, pull his dick out and get it in me. For the whole time we were monogamous Cooper let me be in charge when we were in bed. And, more recently, I was the one who first began to have sex with other people. When he's with men I suppose it is natural that he enjoys them doing the same. So if you are a top, does that mean he is a bottom?"

Roca pretended that he'd not heard her say she wanted him to eat her pussy. Bonnie assumed he heard that kind of stuff all the time. He just said, "Yes, I'd say he would be called a bottom. But that does not mean he is weak. It is very common for men who are powerful business men to want to be dominated sexually. I didn't mention it before, but over the years I've had, what we call arrangements with a number of men and women. All of them were very powerful and dominating in the business world, but when they were in bed with me, I was totally in charge. And not to brag, but I can fuck for hours on end and they just lay there and take it."

Bonnie agreed, "Yes, that is Cooper." and she told him of the time in New York where Cooper let two men just fuck him in both his mouth and ass as long as they wanted; and how much he'd liked it. "Thank you for the insight" Bonnie said.

Misty was coming back toward them, and Roca said, “Just to let you know, if you weren't with the girls, I would have already asked you back to my place to show you how fun it can be when two tops make love."

Bonnie again blushed.

"This Sunday evening I’m doing a special show on one of the gambling cruise ships. Why don’t you come see me dance? It’s not my normal routine as it’s off shore. You’ll love it, and I won’t take a tip even if you offer.”

He then reached into his bag and pulled out a business card that only had an address on it, nothing else. Then took a pen and asked “How many are in your group who are 21 or older?”

“That would be three” Bonnie answered.

He took the pen and wrote Special Comp- 3 and signed it then handed it to Bonnie.

“Now be at the dock at 8:00 on Sunday night. Give this to the steward at the gang plank; he’ll give you some chips and a key to the VIP sweet. Just plan on coming to both shows OK?”

“I’ll take the card, but I’m not promising we’ll be there.”

“Oh, you’ll be there” he said once again using that grin.

Misty opened her camera bag, and saw Roca was getting ready to leave. "Roca?" she asked "Would it be inappropriate to ask for a few photos of you and my mom together? I think my dad would really love them."

He laughed, "No that is fine. This is a public beach after all."

He picked up the bottle of oil again, but Bonnie put out her hand and asked "May I?"

Roca laughed and then said "You are the take charge one aren't you?" before spraying some of the oil into her hand.

Misty shot a number of photos of her mom stroking him up to full staff. She could not miss that her mom's hand did not go all the way around it. She was surprised when he leaned over to kiss her mother. Misty was sure he was doing this for the photos. And he was right, the photos were hot. With his penis again pointing skyward, he swept Bonnie off her feet and held her in both arms like a baby. "How is this for a pose?" Roca asked.

Misty said "Better than perfect. OK, Mom, look this way and smile." Misty shot off two frames "Now look at him." Two more frames "OK, if you don't mind, another kiss." The big man picked her mother up like a baby and held her like she weighed nothing while they shared a very prolonged and very intense kiss. Misty couldn’t tell if it was her mom or Roca who initiated the tongue action; however, there was no missing her mother’s efforts to shift her hips to get that erection into her. There was no doubt in Misty’s mind that if her mother had been straddling Roca, as she had the college guy last year; she would have taken as much of that big penis into her as she could manage. In the position that Roca held her, the best she could do was to get his erection to just barely penetrate her. One thing Misty was sure of; there would be one more photo for the guestroom wall.

Failing at provoking the handsome man to screw her, Bonnie contented herself with feeling him hold her tight with the head of his cock just inside… as they kissed for several minutes.

"Got it.” Misty said as she stood up. “Thank you, Roca."

With the photos done, much to Bonnie’s disappointment, he put her down and pulled on his shorts and tank top to leave. “I’ll see you Sunday. Let the girls know if they’ll come back in a couple of years, I’d love to have them come to the show also.”

After Roca left, Bonnie and Misty went down to the surf to get some pictures. Misty asked "So Mom, this is twice now. Are we going to take photos of you having sex with great looking guys every time we come to the nude beach?"

Bonnie laughed "THIS time, I really didn’t have sex. Though it was not from a lack of trying on my part."

Misty had to agree with her on that…though the photos were very, very hot.

In her time with Roca, Bonnie had not noticed the change in the makeup of the people on the beach. The gay men had been replaced almost entirely with older heterosexual couples, many with young children in tow. She could see there now were also a number of groups of girls and guys that appeared to be twenty-something's. Sarah and Haley were playing in the water with a mixed group of college age people. She already knew to look for tan lines to determine if they were locals or tourists. They were tourists. And as she got closer she could tell the playing had progressed to groping with all five guys sporting wood. It was blindingly apparent to Bonnie that the game the guys were playing would soon involve more than the Haley or Sarah intended. As she walked, twice she saw one of the guys move up behind the girls, apparently looking for an opening to slip it in as they played in the waist deep water. So far however, the girls were still just laughing and swimming or splashing away when the guys made contact. She knew this game would come to a climax soon; a climax that could pass STD’s.

Bonnie told Misty "I think this is getting out of hand. Tell them we need to head back to the house."

Misty agreed and handed the camera to Bonnie. She waded out into the ocean. Bonnie could not miss that the girls must also have thought it was time to end this game. After Misty spoke to them, there was no hesitation before Haley and Sarah were saying goodbye to their new friends and heading out of the water.

Bonnie raised the camera to shoot the girls as they exited the surf. Misty saw her and gathered her friends together for some posed shots of them playing in the waves then walking up to the shore.

When Misty made it to her mother she said “Leave’m hard, right?”

Bonnie slapped her on the bare ass and said “You learned well.”

Misty shook the water from her hands then took her camera from her mom. “Did you get any decent photos of me?"

“I think so. With the sun low and behind me, I think the exposure will be perfect. But all of the photos I took were of the three of you" her mom answered. “Do you want to get a few more before we go?”

Misty said she would. The group spent over half an hour in the setting sun as Misty shot photos. She enjoyed playing photographer for both her mom and her friends. She tried to put to use the new skills she’d learned from her internship. Her mother reminded her of what they’d learned from Janice, Heather’s photographer. “We must make sure photos that have any of you in them can be reasonably claimed to be simple vacation photos as opposed to glamour nudes. And be extra careful on that with the photos you take of Sarah. She is clearly underage. We can’t take the risk of any of your photos crossing the line from nudism to being sexual and thus risk accusations of kiddie porn.” Misty understood what her mother was saying; but, she’d learned quite a lot from Janice about where the limits were. She had each of them pose individually and in groups, walking, standing and lying in the surf and laying on their towels. She was glad she had brought the tripod and reflector board as the sun began to set while she was still actively shooting. The low sun gave her perfect light, but she needed to use a slow shutter speed, thus the tripod was invaluable.

When Misty began giving her mom instructions like “OK, give me your sexiest look,” Bonnie was slightly embarrassed. She knew she shouldn’t be since Misty had shot photos of her actually having sex before, but she was. She was sure she turned red when her daughter told her to roll on her side and “Lift one leg up, and bend your knee to put your foot back on the ground. Imagine Roca is watching you beside me, and you are trying to convince him to come over and fuck you right on the beach.” However, the thought succeeded in getting her motor running. Misty said the photos looked great.

Finally, she had Haley and Sarah man the camera & light board to make photos of her and her mother together. She did some what she would call formal nudes with the two of them that were neither erotica nor candid's. Even more than from Janice, she had learned a lot about legality in her internship. She’d even been there when Daniel had shot a formal family nude portrait of a mom, dad and two elementary aged children. So, she was sure she was safe in this.

Eventually the light was completely gone. They stopped shooting and then finally put on their clothes. They decided to pick up a couple of pizzas on the way home. In the van Misty and Sarah sat in the back seat while Haley sat up beside Bonnie talking non-stop about what she hoped to do this week. Looking in the rearview Bonnie began to suspect Sarah had not only become close to her son this summer, but to her daughter as well. On the long trip to Miami, she thought she could see something between them, but she wasn’t sure what it was. When she saw them kissing in a tight embrace as the street lights illuminated them, she realized that she had missed something else right in front of her nose.

Haley used her phone to call Caitlin but got no answer. When they arrived back at the house it was empty. So the four dug into the pizza and turned on the big TV. Turning it on, Haley found the house’s streaming service had no fewer than three “adult” channels, though one was Spanish language. Haley asked sarcastically, “Now what does it matter if they say ‘fuck me’ in English or in Spanish?” She left it on the Playboy Channel (English version) because as far as they knew you couldn’t even get it back home on cable. Bonnie took the love seat by the TV that reclined like an easy chair, and the girls took the matching couch. After eating, Haley announced she was going upstairs to the garden tub, get relaxed and to “get myself off since it looks like I’m not getting lucky tonight”. Then she added, “It’s big enough for three or four, anyone want to join me?”

She got a “Maybe later” from Misty, but nothing from Sarah.

The show left on the TV was sort of a “R” rated version of Candid Camera; however, after Haley left, Misty and Sarah didn’t see very much of the show. Bonnie watched the girls from the corner of her eye as she pretended to watch the TV. It was obvious to her that Sarah was the initiator, but Misty was receptive to her advances. She’d accepted that Sarah and Lamar had become playmates, but she simply had not seen this thing with the two girls coming. She was sure Marcy had not either.

No sooner had the water started upstairs, than Sarah began nibbling at Misty’s neck. The nibbles quickly became deep tongue kissing. Misty had never even made out with anyone with her mom in the room before, let alone had sex; and yet it seemed that sex would soon be on the menu.

Bonnie saw Sarah’s hand slide through the wrap of her daughter’s sarong as the tempo increased. The deep and passionate kissing, augmented by Sarah’s ministrations under the sarong, continued until the TV show changed to a special on Miss July. The changing of the show must have been a cue for Sarah to untie her own sarong and let it fall. The younger girl pulled the fabric that covered Misty's body to the sides until she was completely uncovered. Immediately afterward, they moved to a laying position on the couch with Sarah on top grinding her mound into Misty’s.

Bonnie was fascinated as the minutes ticked by and they simply stayed in that position. She stopped pretending to watch the TV. Slurping sounds came and went. She even thought that Misty climaxed at least once, but they just continued in the same unhurried manner until the front door opened and the other two teenagers noisily piled in the house. Sarah appeared to intentionally delay rolling off Misty until it was clear to all the new arrivals what they had been doing.

Not commenting on Sarah’s flaunting of her Sapphic tryst, Caitlin said to the now standing Sarah “Look what your mom and Trish brought home.” Through the front door, Trish and Marcy were followed by Swiss Otto and his brother Hans. While Sarah was now completely nude, she did not flinch at the arrival of the two men. The men however did a double take. Caitlin and Bailey together told Sarah and Misty how the men had taken them all to an amazing restaurant in downtown Miami. Caitlin then said, “That’s why we are late, and now it’s time for Hans and Otto to get their thank you for dinner.”

Trish, with Hans in tow, was already to the back of the room, standing in the doorway that led to the stairs. She looked over to Sarah and said “They would have gotten this thank you even if they hadn’t bought us a fabulous dinner” before heading up.

Marcy didn’t even comment that her daughter was standing there nude in the presence of these men as she grabbed Bonnie by the hand. “Come on, you gotta come with us” and pulled her toward the stairs.

“I’ll just stay down here and let you have the fun” Bonnie said even though she very much wanted to join them. She just didn’t’ want to seem too eager in front of the girls.

“No way” Marcy insisted. “If nothing else I need you to take pictures. Mike only agreed for me to play with other men this week on the condition I send him pix.”

When had Marcy and Mike made such a leap to agree she would start having sex with other men? As far as Bonnie knew, Marcy had only had sex with one man other than Mike in twenty years, and that had not been planned. Sure, they had joked about getting laid in Miami, but there is a huge gulf between talking and laughing about it and going up the stairs with a man she met at the beach today. Evidently, she and Mike had decided that she would return to her pre-marriage lifestyle of casual sex just for the fun of it…on this trip…and send him pix. Sure, Cooper and she had a tacit understanding it was as likely as not she would have sex while she was gone; but they had not directly talked about it as Mike and Marcy clearly had done. “OK, OK. Let me get Misty’s camera” she answered Marcy as she lifted her surprisingly tired body out of the easy chair.

Misty, who had been listening to the exchange, pulled the camera from her bag, changed lenses, attached the flash, and turned it on before handing it to her mother. “For the best pictures, turn the flash to face a wall, not the people. The camera will adjust to what you set up on its own." She showed her mother how to turn and tilt the flash on its mount, then Misty said "Ok, have fun.”

Bonnie thought of making a witty comeback but she was still working on one when she went through the door that led to the stairs to the upper floor. As she made the turn to the second flight of stairs the temperature and humidity rose sharply, though she could hear the hum of the two window units in the bedrooms.

The second floor was not as large as the first due to the slope of the roof. She supposed the house had originally been built as one story with the second floor designed as just an attic. At the top of the stairs, at the end of a short hallway was the open door to the large newly remodeled bathroom. Since it was as large as the smaller of the two bedrooms, Bonnie supposed it had been a third bedroom before the remodeling. The door on the left was to the smaller bedroom that had been claimed by Sarah and Bailey the night before. It was now very evident that the house had been set up to use the lower floor as sort of a dormitory, with just the two private rooms upstairs. Like the girls had concluded earlier, this was indeed a party house.

Light spilled out of the righthand door, illuminating the poorly lit hallway. The room she was sharing with Marcy and Trish was newly decorated in an East-India motif. The four-poster king sized bed had a faux mosquito net which draped down from under the ceiling mirror and wrapped at each bed post. The room also had a pair of dressers, a rattan love seat and a round table with matching rattan chairs. It was the photos of this room and the big upstairs bathroom that had gotten Trish’s attention and led them to rent the place.

When they had returned with the Swiss men, Trish and Marcy had been wearing light summer dresses that Bonnie had not seen before. She assumed they had bought them during the day. Before she entered the room she could see Otto, in his boxers meticulously folding his slacks. “How Swiss” she thought.

Standing at the doorway she raised the camera and centered the frame on Hans sitting on the side of the bed suckling on Trish’s breasts. They were still cradled in the quarter cup bra the two of them had bought at Victoria’s secret in the spring. Marcy advanced toward Otto sliding her pink thong down over her hips as she walked. Pushing Hans down on the bed she straddled him and began to kiss him aggressively.

Bonnie thought to herself “Where has the quiet, timid Marcy gone to?”

Bonnie watched and shot some photos as the last of the clothes came off before both Trish and Marcy began to suck cock for all they were worth. Neither man had a particularly large tool so both women were taking most of the organs in as they went down. Marcy pushed Otto down onto his back and got on all fours to suck the life out of him. Bonnie moved to the side of the bed and fired the flash again. The light actually reflected off of Marcy’s completely smooth and damp labial lips. Bonnie had not observed Marcy from this angle in the full light before. Her labia was so smooth. Two weeks earlier, when she and Trish joined Marcy for her anniversary, Bonnie had not gone down on Marcy even once. It seems her other friend who had never gone down on a woman before the summer, liked it so much she didn’t want to share.

She recalled having noted how smooth Marcy’s mound had been when she ran her hand over it in on their anniversary foursome, but had never seen it clearly. Bonnie recalled Marcy had spoken of having the hair on her labia permanently removed by electrolysis, leaving only a ‘cap’ of pubic hair above the cleft; however, the cap was now gone so she could wear the micro-bikini here in Miami.

Laying down the camera, Bonnie pulled off her linen sundress and crawled onto the ledge that acted as a footboard for the bed. Reached out and ran her fingers directly over the flat of Marcy’s sex that showed between her thighs, she found the outer lips were smooth and slick. Upon Bonnie’s first contact with her skin, Marcy let out a gasp. She took her other hand and ran it over Marcy’s ass and legs. All was silky smooth. She leaned over to give a soft kiss…then another and another.

While Marcy gorged on Otto's penis, Bonnie gently and thoroughly explored all the curves and folds that were exposed. Tenderly Bonnie opened up the outer lips to expose the small pink inner folds. Running her fingers lightly across the soft tissue, she felt Marcy quiver.

Eventually Bonnie could play coy no longer and pressed her face between Marcy’s upturned ass cheeks, driving her tongue as deep as she could into the wet vaginal canal. She reveled in the pungent taste and smell of a woman who had been outside all day. She was so overwhelmed she lost all sense of time and space. Her whole world narrowed to the physical sensations that came via the skin on her face, her lips, her tongue and the aromas. The aromas of sex filled her head. Only occasionally did Marcy do something that reminded Bonnie that there was more to what was going on than what she was so enjoying.

Suddenly, the wet warm Nirvana was yanked away. Someone physically turned Marcy over. She was not at all finished fully exploring the tastes, smells and textures that her friend had to offer. It seemed unfair; but in the back of her mind, she knew she’d be back to that spot again…soon.

A thick Germanic accent said “time to fuck” and with that Bonnie was nearly pushed off the bed as Otto mounted Marcy. The magic of the moment broken; Bonnie went back to shooting pictures. First, she shot a dozen of Otto as he stroked in and out of Marcy. She focused on catching the expressions of pleasure in her friend’s face rather than the point of penetration (though she did get a couple of shots of that too). She then went around the bed and began to shoot Trish as she rode on top of Hans, making the same type of images.

“Join us” Trish said looking up at Bonnie. “Sit on his face while I ride him.”

How was Bonnie going to resist? Down went the camera again. She climbed onto the bed, stood on her knees above the man’s handlebar mustache, then lowered her self slowly. He wasted no time before pressing his tongue into her and she wasted no time in leaning over to press her lips to Trish’s. It was pleasant and joyful rather than intense as she and her best friend kissed and caressed each other astride a man they hardly knew. She pondered on why this was so pleasant. It was as if she and Trish and Marcy had entered into their own little world of the youthful joys they had all known decades ago, but had left behind. Certainly, these two men didn’t really matter, it was about the three of them enjoying being women. Yes, that was it. At this stage of their lives, they had the ability to simply relax and enjoy what it meant to be a woman without a need to prove themselves to anyone.

“Mom” a whisper in her ear intruded into her bubble of bliss “Where is your harness? Sarah and I want to borrow it.”

Releasing Trish’s nipple from her lips she turned her head to see Misty at the edge of the bed leaning over to whisper. Bonnie was a bit annoyed at Misty disrupting her moment of contentment. She hissed “It’s in the top drawer.” She pointed to the dresser on which she had left Misty’s camera. Standing in the doorway she saw Sarah, still completely naked. It took her a moment to realize what she was doing there. She was transfixed by the sight and sounds of her mother's steady moans of pleasure. Hans was holding up Marcy’s legs as she lay on her back taking his slow strokes.

Trish’s eyes opened, but they were glazed over and she was still in her own world. To her right, Otto pushed Marcy’s hips up so he could stroke down into her. She looked back at Sarah. It was at that single point where the penis was going in and out of her mother that Sarah was staring.

Trish, evidently thinking that Bonnie’s distraction was a good time to make a change, indicated to Bonnie she wanted to switch places. Bonnie moved off of the man’s face, and over to the edge of the bed nearest to Sarah. The movement brought the girl out of her trance. She looked over to Bonnie and smiled.

Bonnie was on her knees only a few feet from Sarah when she whispered “You like watching your mother doing that, don’t you?” Her anger at Misty had fully gone. It was replaced by actual pleasure that their daughters were so comfortable right there in the room watching their mothers’ openly enjoying having sex with men they had only met that morning. They had all come a long way in such a short time.

Sarah nodded, but she said nothing. Bonnie nodded in return. “Misty likes watching me too. Stay as long as you like.” Perhaps the fact she really meant that was as surprising as anything else. There was no question that Sarah fully intended to stay for a while.

Misty, having found the harness and dildo set joined Sarah in the doorway. In a voice barely audible Bonnie told her girl, “I’m just going to pretend you were never here. Actually, I don’t care if you go or stay and watch; just don’t bother us.” With that, she turned her back on them so as to straddle Hans and position her hips over the waiting erection. She did not know if the girls watched as she lowered herself down, guiding this total stranger’s penis into her body.

Bonnie began rocking back and forth on her knees and leaned forward to kiss Trish. She focused on again finding that zone of bliss that would make everything else go away. The penis did indeed feel good in her, and kissing Trish was just so pleasant. It took an effort of dwelling only on the physical sensation