Story: Little Flowers   
      
      
      
      
      
   (Mg, Mf, MF, Mm)   
      
      
      
   This story is simply a work of imagination...fantasy fiction that does   
   not portray anyone or anything that really happened, or should happen.   
   If you are under the age of 18, live in a jurisdiction where reading   
   erotic stories would be considered illegal, or are just plain offended   
   by material of a sexual nature, then stop now and don’t read this.  My   
   apologies to those naturists who may be offended by the actions   
   portrayed within.  Naturist retreats do not condone such activities, and   
   rarely does this type of sexual activity occur in them.   
      
      
      
   If you like this story, then give me some feedback at stevesaint@juno.com   
      
   Every author craves to know people read and appreciate his or her work!   
      
   ©2005-2006 STEVESAINT   
      
      
      
   Part One   
      
      
      
   I was happy, but tired as I pulled my boat into the marina (I feel a   
   little silly if I call her a ‘yacht’ even though, I guess, that’s what   
   she is).  I’ve had the “Little Flowers” for about 4 years now.  I bought   
   her at the right time:  prices were good; I was flush with cash from   
   selling my Internet business; I was single and in pretty good shape.   
   Time to sail the world!  One of the places I love to visit is fairly   
   close to home.  I discovered a marina on Florida’s Gulf Coast that   
   services a naturist beach community.  Whenever I “set my anchor” I’m   
   among the beautiful people, showing off their assets day and night—and I   
   don’t mind showing mine off as well.   
      
   Let me tell you a little more about my background.   I’m a former   
   college wrestler who, upon graduation, adopted two passions—the   
   Internet, and bodybuilding.   My success in the former, and my refusal   
   to use steroids to enhance the latter, meant my moneymaking career would   
   be in the dot.com world.   Even though I did win many a trophy showing   
   off my physique, I knew I’d never be Mr. Universe or anything like that;   
   just a guy with a good bod (and a good chunk of meat between his legs   
   too, I might add).  Remember what I said about showing off (wink, wink)!   
      
   Docking at my slip in the marina, I slipped out of my clothes, grabbed   
   my duffle and a beach towel, and headed for the beach.  Ah…there’re my   
   two little flower petals, Aimee and Anna.  The girls were at their   
   little sailboat near the beach, as beautiful as ever, magnificently   
   tanned, smiling at me as I approach.  Aimee, 16, and her sister Anna,   
   15, come here every summer with their French parents to soak up the sun.   
     I guess they are rather liberal in their views, so the girls are   
   growing up with a healthy outlook on life.  Growing up a nudist could   
   help breakdown some of the old Western hang-ups, I would think.  I’ve   
   been friendly with the girls’ folks for a few years now, watching Aimee   
   and Anna blossom into young women.  The girls have always teasingly   
   commented on my 10-inch manhood, but the giggling and comments have   
   always been of the playful,   
   I-don’t-really-know-what-it’s-used-for-but-it-is-much-bigger-than-the-others   
   variety.  Until today, that is.   
      
   Shit, are they something, I whistle under my breath as I get nearer.   
   Pretty, wonderfully thin, with nice asses, budding breasts and tanned to   
   perfection; I need all the concentration I can muster not to get a   
   hard-on.  Spending a lot of time in a nudist community will cure most   
   men of instant hard-ons (which are considered loutish bad form) even   
   with all the beautiful naked women around.  These two are testing my   
   willpower.  Aimee, sitting on the small boat, waves and gives me a big   
   “Bonjour, Monsieur Bill (it sounds more like “Beel” with her accent, but   
   it sounds cute)…will you be staying for a while?”  When I answer I’ll be   
   here for a few weeks, with a sheepish grin she says “that is nice.”  Her   
   sister blushes.  What’s going on with these two, I wonder?  They are   
   looking at me differently today.  I think, “What have I done now?”  I   
   know I’m a lot hairier than I was last summer; since I stopped shaving   
   my body (a holdover conceit from my bodybuilding days)…maybe that’s it.   
     I bid them adieu, and headed down the beach.  I faintly heard Anna say   
   something about “cheval” and “gros”—big horse?  What did she mean by   
   that, I mused, though I was starting to get the picture.  I looked back   
   and smiled, letting my dangling member swing back and forth a little   
   more than usual for emphasis.  They both giggled…and were they blushing?   
     I had second thoughts about the beach; everywhere I looked I saw   
   nubile young ladies that were sure to cause an erection, with my lack of   
   sex lately, so I headed for the pool area, with its usually older clientele.   
      
   As I was setting up my beach towel on one of the poolside lounge chairs,   
   I was surprised to see Aimee and Anna had followed me.  Yep, they’ve   
   grown up, and I think I know what’s on their mind.  Acknowledging their   
   ogling stares, I strike a bodybuilding flex pose, causing Anna to flush   
   considerably.   Then I know they have been discussing me for some   
   time…thinking of my ‘equipment’ and me as only young girls would.  Oh   
   my, what’s going to come out of this, I wonder, as I absorb the way each   
   of them is looking at me.  I invite them to lie next to me on a couple   
   of adjacent lounges, but they hesitate, as if afraid of me somehow (or   
   are they afraid of the inner urges?)  They’re just standing there with   
   the silly grins on their faces.  Oh, those lovely faces…and bodies, and…   
      
   They finally approach and, pulling their lounge chairs closer to mine,   
   lay down with me.  We talk for a while—small talk mostly—school back in   
   France; their folks; where I’d been sailing, etc.  This close to me, it   
   was confirmed what they’ve been planning…this was seduction.  I could   
   see it in their faces, their flushed skin, the shallow breathing.  Got   
   to get them back to the boat, I thought, before my cock responds and the   
   whole beachfront figures out what we’re planning to do.  When I suggest   
   we take a walk to the marina and my boat, they quickly agree.   
      
   While walking with the girls back to my boat, I start to get the feeling   
   everyone’s watching us.  Does the whole park know what we’re going to   
   do, I wonder.  Even the girls out on the scuba-diving pier seem to be   
   looking at us with knowing faces.  Paranoia!  By the time we step onto   
   the deck of my boat, we’re all horny as hell.  My cock is stiffening   
   fast, and the sisters are both panting with that nervous energy of   
   sexual expectation.  Are they virgins?  How am I going to manage this?   
   I guide them below to my bunk, which thankfully is big enough to handle   
   the activity level the three of us are about to initiate.  God, like   
   dogs in heat, I can smell the lust on both of them!  My mind actually   
   went blank for a moment…what do I do now?  They answered my   
   mind-question by guiding me to the bed, one lying on each side of me.   
      
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