Come-In (Part 4)
(Continued from Part 3)
Behind the high cypress hedge surrounding the sculpture garden, the gathered crowd had begun to disrobe in earnest.
“How many people here would you say you’ve already seen naked?” Margot asked, fingering the buttons of her floral midi dress as she looked around at people in various stages of undress.
Lena stood with her poplin shirt open at the front, revealing the soft skin between her pert breasts. She looked around curiously. “I know you’re teasing me, but honestly I’ve already spotted a few. Yvette for one.” She motioned toward the steps where the curator was standing like a proud sculpture with hands on her hips. A pair of elegantly slouched breasts swung with her gaze over the crowd. “And you, if you stop gawking and get naked,” she quipped.
Margot rolled her eyes and undid the buttons in smooth succession. She shrugged the dress off her shoulders and folded it neatly atop her raffia tote bag. Her hands went automatically back to the clasp between her shoulder blades, raising her heavy breasts toward her friend’s face.
“You wore a bra to the masturbation party?”
“I can’t get away with what you can darling,” she said, looking down at Lena’s much smaller bust, now bare. “With that perky pair of yours.”
Margot’s breasts looked enormous beside Lena’s, a contrast both women appreciated.
“Don’t look now but I see your nephew,” Lena said, putting her hand over her mouth to hide a smile. “Down at the other end of the steps. He’s with another boy and… I think that’s Tati!”
Margot looked and caught a glimpse of Luc pulling his t-shirt over his head before a stranger blocked the view. “Oh dear. I must be the last person he wants to run into here.”
Lena cleared her throat. “I’m certain that’s true. His friend sure is cute.”
Margot swatted at Lena’s bare bottom. “Hush, you.”
“This way lovelies,” Bri sang as she weaved among the disrobing guests. She wore turquoise yoga pants and a cropped white t-shirt with nothing underneath. She was ready to get naked.
A line of six men and women followed close behind, holding hands to stay together. Their clothing stood out amidst the warm sea of skin tones. They passed the string quartet, which consisted of two young women and two young men, all of whom had already undressed. The warmly varnished instruments complimented their bare skin as they played.
At the center of the River Steps, Bri stopped and unrolled her pink yoga mat.
“Find yourself a spot nearby where you feel comfortable,” she said, indicating a tight semicircle facing her and the river at the foot of the wide stone steps. She wriggled her strong legs free of the yoga pants and stepped out of her black thong, facing the students bottomless, with her nipples poking prominently through the thin shirt. Her belly below curved down to a neat patch of pubic hair.
“Whenever you’re ready, get naked with me!”
The students smiled a bit self-consciously, but one by one began to undress. A man in his 40s stepped out of his loose cotton trousers and proudly stood facing Bri, equally bottomless. His long penis hung flaccid in the morning sun. Next to him, a young woman in a white sports bra pulled it slowly over her head, cheeks blushing to match her puffy nipples. The others followed suit until everyone was fully naked.
“Absolutely lovely,” Bri said, smiling at each of them. She had pulled her t-shirt off and tossed it aside. “Have a seat and let’s each share how our bodies feel in this moment.”
Janie & Em stood in the closed Fria café looking through the narrow vertical window beside the doors. In the bright sunlight outside, hundreds of people lounged and milled around in various stages of undress.
“I’m nervous all of a sudden,” Em said, looking at Janie’s face illuminated by the diffuse light from the window.
“It’s OK, I feel it too,” Janie said as she squeezed Em’s hand. “I’m also really horny.”
Janie stepped back from the window and crossed her arms to pull the black tank top up over her stomach. Against the dim background of the vacant café, her smooth skin glowed.
“Maybe this will make you feel less nervous.” She pulled the top higher, letting her small, firm breasts fall into view.
“It does, actually. I’ll join you.”
Em pulled her thin yellow sundress off in one motion and hung it from the leg of a chair upturned on a table. The two girls stepped out of their underwear and stood facing each other, naked and smiling.
“Doesn’t it feel naughty being completely naked here in the café?”
“I like it.”
The girls returned to the window, where they watched a group of naked fellow students in homemade masks walk toward the River Steps. A middle-aged man pulled down the waistband of his boxer briefs to reveal a large, soft penis. His wife glanced around and swatted it playfully so it swung from side to side. He responded with a similarly playful swat at one of her heavily hanging breasts, which jiggled and swung. Through the narrow window, the girls reveled in the diversity of bodies, the openness of the nudity, the electric anticipation for what was about to come.
“Ready?”
“Over here buddy!” Carlos hollered above the din of the crowd.
Liam turned from the stone steps, where the hosts had disappeared back into the museum. He spotted Carlos and friend waving at him. The two men were fully naked, and looked perfectly comfortable. He hadn’t seen Carlos since their recent afternoon in the garden.
“This is my buddy Van,” Carlos said, making introductions. “Van, this is Liam.” They shook hands vigorously.
Liam felt self-conscious being the only one dressed, so he began unbuttoning his chinos as the two other men watched. He stepped out of his boxer briefs and pulled the long-sleeved sun shirt over his head. “There, that feels better,” he said, stuffing the clothes into his backpack.
“Just three men naked together, getting ready to beat off in front of like 500 people,” Van laughed. “Just your average August day right?”
Carlos looked over his right shoulder to see Jule, who he recognized from his wife’s reference photos and the food co-op. She bent at the waist to fold her chambray jumpsuit into a neat square at the corner of a picnic blanket. The taut profile of her sloped breasts as they hung toward her long, smooth thighs was curiously familiar to him. Next to her stood a stunning full-figured woman with arms crossed beneath a spectacular pair of wide-set breasts. What a spot we chose, Carlos thought.
Next to the statue of the sleeping nymph draped in her flowing tunic, Asami & Nora sat facing the jasmine-framed doors of the café, which was closed for the day. Both were nude and sitting cross-legged on a wool blanket Asami had spread over the soft grass.
Nora wore her straight black hair down, and tucked it behind her ears as she spoke quietly with Asami. The older woman had her hair tied up as usual in an unruly bun that looked as if it would tip off the top of her head as she gesticulated.
“I’m so glad you got in touch with me through Margot,” Nora said, touching Asami’s knee with her fingertips. “I feel oddly comfortable being here with you.”
“You’re so sweet,” Asami replied, placing her hand on Nora’s. “I’m pretty excited to share whatever is about to happen with you.”
The two looked around at the naked bodies crossing the grass among the sculptures. A woman old enough to be Nora’s mother leaned in toward the exposed marble breast of the sleeping nymph and, to the cheers of her companions, circled the pointy stone nipple with her tongue and lips.
“I’ve been meaning to ask,” Asami said, feeling her own nipples stiffen. “Have you tried the wand I gave you?”
“Ooh yes!” Nora exclaimed, leaning in with excitement so her small breasts jiggled playfully. “It’s as delicious as you promised. I actually got off with it just last night.”
“Oh my gosh Nora, so did I,” Asami said, trailing her fingers down from her neck over the smooth skin between her breasts. Her eyes went to Nora’s lips. “And here we are about to get off together today.”
“I can’t wait.”
Just as Nora said this, the mahogany doors at the top of the curved stone steps to their left opened and out stepped Yvette, fully naked and beaming, her chest flushed as if she were aroused. Behind her came Maaike, similarly rosy and smiling, and then Peter, who emerged from the museum last, proudly preceded by an incredibly stiff erection that curved up toward his toned stomach.
Nora & Asami looked at each other with wide eyes. The crowd began to cheer and whistle.
“Now, my beauties,” Maaike pronounced over the cheers. “Now we begin!” With a practiced shimmy she slid a hand over her breasts and flat stomach to slip two fingers between her already-moist lips. Yvette did the same, albeit with a bit less grace, and Peter wrapped a hand indulgently around his arched shaft.
“Aren’t they gorgeous?” Asami said as the three casually masturbating hosts descended the steps and moved through the crowd. As they passed, people began to touch themselves. Asami spread her legs so one rested over Nora’s and made eye contact as she licked her fingers.
“I’m already really wet, Asami,” Nora sighed.
(Continued in Part 5)