Bella at the House Party
by Llorna

Nudist resort trip needs physical and mental preparation.

I woke when I felt someone sitting down on my sunbed. It was Carter, of course. I was working on an all-over tan and had securely locked the front door. My husband had a key, obviously.

"Oh!" I sat up with a jolt. "Did I sleep so long? I just closed my eyes for a minute."

"Relax, honey," said Carter. He leaned forward to kiss me. His hands around my bare body felt nice, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I came home early to help you with the party preparations. It's only six."

"Oh, that's a relief." I sank back again. There was an hour to go before our guests arrived. I'd already set the buffet table on our patio, and the food was ready. Carter's hand on my breast reminded me that I wasn't ready -- I had to get dressed. "Plenty of time, then."

Carter's company was having a convention in our town. Carter had invited a few people home for dinner tonight. Carter knew them from orientation sessions or earlier conventions he had attended. I knew almost none of them but was looking forward to meeting them.

Carter gripped my nipple and pulled me toward him for another kiss. We were on a small terrace at the end of our backyard, with screens on two sides providing privacy. None of the neighboring houses were tall enough to look into this terrace.

"Yep, most of our guests won't be here for an hour. But I picked up Anissa and Lucy from their hotel, and their husbands, Tyler and Charles. The others will come on their own."

"Anyone I have to be careful around?" I asked him. "Any company heavyweights?"

Carter shook his head. He walked his fingers down my breast and into my navel, making me squeal. "I didn't invite C-suite people. It kills the party vibe -- everyone has to tiptoe around them. These are all people at my level, more or less. I've done orientation with many of them.

"Twenty people, you said, so I've made arrangements for that many." I looked at him questioningly. I always worried about running out of food or liquor at a party at home.

"Yes, that's right," said Carter. "Ten of my colleagues and their partners."

"We're all set for that many." I was relieved no guests had been added at the last minute. "Ten men and as many women?"

"Yes, it's worked out that way," said Carter. "There's one male gay couple, but Jessa and Penelope are a couple, too, so ten and ten." His hand covered my pussy, a finger probing between my lips. I closed my eyes as he found my clit and rubbed it side to side. "It's lovely to come home and find you naked, Bella. You've never done this before."

"You better stop this, lover boy, or your guests will wonder why you've disappeared." I looked up at him, smiling. Reluctantly, he took his hand off me. "Are those four in our living room? I'll get dressed and join you all quickly." I got off the sunbed, and Carter stood with me, too. He peered over the parapet wall.

"No, they're all on the patio." Carter waved to them and took a step down. "I'll look after them till you join us.

He continued down the stairs, and I could hear him join the conversation below. I peered over the parapet, hoping no one would look upward and see me. I saw Carter carry an empty tray into the kitchen.

I looked around and realized I hadn't brought a robe with me. All too well I remembered the thrill of sprinting across the exposed part of backyard and hoping none of our neighbors would be looking. I stepped back from the parapet and considered my situation.

l was completely naked on our sun terrace and must cross our backyard and patio to reach the house. Four of our guests were on the patio. No matter which way I went, one of them would see me if I crossed to the house.

I considered just staying on the terrace until Carter came back to look for me. I could ask him to bring me clothes or a robe. That would be the ideal solution.

I realized that might take a long time, though. Carter would assume I'd made it to the house and was getting dressed and party-ready in our room. He wouldn't come looking for me anytime soon.

I peered over the parapet again. There was a hedge along the side of our backyard, starting near the terrace stairs and reaching to the patio. Could I go down the stairs quietly and make a dash for the hedge?

The hedge was recently planted and less than three feet high. I would have to crawl on my hands and knees to hide behind it. It wasn't dense enough to hide me either, and I knew his colleagues would see me.

Nuts to that, I thought. If they're going to see me naked, it'll be standing up straight, not crawling like a puppy. I straightened my back and stood at the top of the stairs.

I had to stop there. My heart was thumping hard, and my vision was blurred. The four people below looked like a huge crowd, and I thought again about waiting for Carter.

Carter never hurried me when I was dressing to go out. I knew he wouldn't call up to our bedroom for me, no matter how long I didn't appear. He would just struggle on with mixing the drinks and serving the food on his own.

Nothing for it. I pasted a confident smile on my face and went down the stairs. One of the men saw me first, and he stopped mid-sentence, mouth open. The other three turned to see what he was staring at.

In a complete, stunned silence, I walked up to them and offered my hand. "Hi, I'm Bella. Sorry I didn't welcome you before, but I was on the sun terrace."

"Yes, we turned up early." One of the women managed to speak after several seconds. "I'm Lucy."

The other three also shook my hand and introduced themselves. I expected both men to ogle me, but Lucy and Anissa were also running their eyes all over me.

"You have a lovely home," said Tyler politely, looking up from my breasts. "Carter brought us through, and it looked very organized."

"Thank you," I said. "Carter puts in a lot of work with me to keep it so. He's a stickler for neat and organized."

"Oh, but you don't have a drink," said Charles. "Shall I ask Carter to get you one?"

"Not right now, thanks," I said. "I've been lying in the sun for a couple of hours and feel light-headed. I'll wait a bit."

"Your tanning is going well." Anissa dropped her eyes to my thighs and brought them up my body. "Are you trying to get rid of your tan lines? They're pretty faint now."

"Yeah, you're a nice even color." Tyler moved sideways, and I realized he was trying to get a view of my side and back. "Wish we had a private sun terrace, eh, Anissa? Would be nice if you had a lovely even tan like Bella."

"Well, our backyard is pretty open on two sides." Anissa grinned at me. "And tanning completely nude isn't for everyone. Needs a lot of guts."

"I don't usually do it," I said. I wished I could go up to my bedroom and get dressed. Standing naked with four of Carter's work friends was pretty awkward. "But we're going to a nudist resort next month. So I thought an all-over tan would be good." I saw Anissa nodding in agreement as I explained it. "Not having big white patches on my body will help me blend in."

"That's good thinking," said Tyler. "You won't stick out among all those naturists with their uniform tans."

"Yeah, and it's good practice to tan nude here, before doing it at the resort." Lucy agreed with me. "Doing it for the first time at a resort might be difficult."

"But what you're doing is wonderful, absolutely," said Charles. "Carter's a lucky guy. Lucy's never agreed to come to a clothing-optional resort."

"I don't have a bombshell body like Bella," Lucy said, and the others laughed and agreed. "Or maybe I would. Oh, here's Nick, and Erica."

The newcomers came onto the patio, visibly shocked to see me standing completely naked. They all knew each other, so only I needed to be introduced.

"This is Bella, Carter's wife," said Anissa. I shook hands with Nick, then Erica. "They're going to a nudist resort next month, so Bella's preparing by attending this party nude. Sort of easing into it."

"Oh, that's a clever idea." Erica stepped forward and hugged me. "Yeah, it would be difficult to get naked in a new place. Doing a trial run at home makes so much sense."

"That's awesome!" Nick looked me up and down, his gaze lingering on my crotch. "I'd be terrified to go to one of those nudist places."

Carter opened the door and ushered two men out. From the way they were holding hands, I guessed they were the gay couple. Charles introduced them to me.

"Rob and Jason, meet Bella." They both looked me in the eye and shook hands. "Carter's booked a nudist resort for their next vacation, and she's practicing by attending this party naked."

"That's amazing thinking," said Jason. "There can be dozens or hundreds of people at those resorts. Good to start with a small party and get used to it."

Carter brought the drinks around, and I took the tray from him. I could see he was shocked to see me standing naked among so many of his colleagues and their partners. Before he could talk to me, two more couples came through the door, and he turned to greet them.

I offered the tray to the newcomers as they joined us. Erica introduced me and told them about our nudist resort trip and my preparation for it. I was now standing with a dozen people who all believed I had planned to attend the party naked. More of Carter's colleagues rolled up, and whoever introduced me felt the need to explain my nakedness by informing them about my nudist resort trip.

I saw Carter making signs to me and followed him into the kitchen. "What's going on?" he asked. "Why didn't you go up and get dressed?"

"I couldn't." I hung my head. "I'd not taken a robe to the terrace. There was no way of reaching the house without our guests seeing me, so I had to brazen it out."

"Well, but now?" Carter was mixing a pitcher of cocktails and looking at me curiously. "You could get dressed before all the guests arrive."

"They've all got the idea that I'm preparing for our next holiday by doing this party naked." I was almost wringing my hands. "I was talking about my tan, and they misunderstood. You're laughing, Carter."

"Sorry." He offered me a glass filled from the pitcher, but I refused. I was too nervous to risk drinking. "So what will you... Oh, hello, Penelope. Bella, meet Penelope and Jessa."

"Wow!" said Jessa, giving me a full-body hug. Her hands cupped my buttocks and pulled me into her. I looked at her partner, Penelope, to see how she was taking this. "What a hottie, Carter! How come we've never seen her at conventions?"

Penelope replaced her and hugged me, though she wasn't as overtly sexual as her partner. "This is super, Bella. Happy to meet you."

"We only got married three months ago," Carter said, grinning. "This is the first convention that's happened after." He gave the eye to Jessa, who'd again put an arm around me. "She's straight, Jessa."

"What a waste," Jessa said, grinning, using the line many men did for a lesbian they found attractive. "Maybe we can turn you, eh?"

"What kind of friend are you?" Carter was laughing, and so were the two girls, but the sexual tension in the room was amplifying every moment. Jessa wore her sexuality unabashedly, and her hand roved over my bare body as we moved back to the patio. I noticed the lights dimming and realized Carter was doing it from the switchboard inside. At least, I thought, the neighbors wouldn't get to see our backyard too well.

It was now seven, and all our guests had arrived. Everyone coming in was taken aback seeing me naked but was then told about me practicing for a visit to the nudist resort. It became more and more difficult for me to go upstairs and get dressed. I was torn -- being naked at a party of twenty people was not something I wanted, but how could I get dressed now without looking like a wimp?

So I just continued doing what I would normally do at a party I was hosting. I tried to push my nudity to the back of my mind, but it was impossible. Whenever I talked to someone or came around with a tray of finger food, people would stare at my breasts and pussy lips. I was glad my labia were plump and met in the middle, covering my clit.

"That's a nice landing strip," said Zoey, one of Carter's colleagues from Michigan. I enjoyed experimenting with my landing strip, and currently had a mushroom-shaped one with the stem pointing down to my clit. It was the same auburn color as my shoulder-length hair. "Do you get it done professionally?"

"No, I do it myself," I said, looking down at myself. "It looks hard, but it's easy if you stand in front of a mirror." Zoey's husband, Robert, was listening with interest at what his wife and I were discussing. "You just have to get used to the mirror reversing every movement." I giggled. "Sometimes, Carter does it for me."

"Damn, that sounds hot," said Zoey and looked meaningfully at Robert. "Maybe you'd like to try it someday, Rob."

"Do you teach by distance education?" Robert asked me with a laugh. "I'd be scared to take a razor to you, sweetheart. Won't risk damaging your lovely lady parts."

"Chicken!" Zoey snorted. "Men will always find noble-sounding excuses to avoid their duties."

"Hey, hey," protested Robert. "Nothing like that. If you want this design, I'll do it for you." He pulled out his phone. "Can I get a picture, please, Bella?"

I took an involuntary step back. "What?" I was flustered. "You want a picture of, of..."

"Just your cute landing strip design," said Zoey, smiling and leaning in for a kiss. "It'll include your sweet pussy, but we'll keep your face out of it." She whispered. "His trying to recreate the design will take a lot of attempts and spice up our life, Bella."

"Umm, all right," I said hesitantly. Pictures while nude always seemed like a bad idea, but how could I say no after what Zoey had said? "But can we do it someplace else?"

"Yes, that's probably wise." Zoey looked around our backyard and grinned at me. "Almost everyone has their eyes on you. If we take a picture here, you'll be swarmed by cameras."

I led Zoey and Robert indoors to our dining room. Robert looked around and turned on all the lights. Our backyard had subdued lighting to avoid attracting bugs, and Carter had reduced them further to help me. I cringed as the bright lights enhanced my nudity.

Robert realized and reassured me. "Just for a minute, Bella. We need good lighting for a clear picture." He pulled out a chair from the dining table and sat down.

"Just stand here," said Zoey, positioning me with her hands on my hips. "Yes, just stay still a moment, Bella. Rob, get a picture from her navel to her thighs and then a close-up of the design."

I bit my lip. Zoey's hands on my hips, and Robert looking at my landing strip and pussy from about 12 inches away, were turning me on horribly. I could feel the familiar warmth beginning in my lovebox and spreading through my lower body. To my horror, I felt liquid evidence of my arousal escape my pussy and trickle down my thigh.

Robert was taking pictures, moving his camera back and forth. I wondered how much of my body he was recording as he moved further back. Zoey held out her hand, and he passed the phone to her.

"These are duds!" Zoey was scrolling through the pictures. "They're dark, and you'll never be able to see anything." She looked up and chuckled. "Yeah, the lights are all up there, so we're getting shadows." She handed the phone back to her husband. "You need to get up on the table, Bella."

I looked at her, wondering what she was doing. She needed a simple picture for her husband to copy the design, but she was making a Hollywood production out of it. I was curious if Zoey was bi or if they were a swinging couple. Wanting to get the pictures done and go back to the party, I climbed onto the dining table.

"Yes, just lie down and let the light fall on you," said Zoey, handing the phone back to Robert. "Do it again, Rob. We should get clearer pictures now." She looked at my pussy and thighs and waved her husband back. "Wait."

Zoey went to the sideboard and returned with a handful of tissues. "Let's get you dried off," she murmured. "We don't want the pictures to show how much you were enjoying yourself, do we?"

I didn't want any pictures at all, but I kept that thought to myself. Zoey cleaned the wetness of my thighs and wiped the table below me as well. I wondered how much honey my pussy had leaked. Then she blotted my pussy lips with a fresh tissue. I felt heat rising in my cooze and hoped it wouldn't embarrass me by leaking more juice.

"Glistening pussy lips look great in person," she said, grinning. "But they're too reflective for pictures." She spread my labia apart and blotted the wetness within. "All set!"

She gestured to Robert, who moved in, phone ready. I closed my eyes, hoping he'd stick to my lower regions. I heard the soft clicking sounds his phone made and wondered how many pictures he was taking. I folded my hands across my breasts.

"Oh, wow!" I heard a fresh voice. I looked up and saw a guy who'd introduced himself as Leonard. His wife worked for the company, but I couldn't remember her name. "Photoshoot in progress, I see. Can I join?"

Zoey stepped in front of him as he whipped out his phone. "Easy, pal. No nude pictures of Bella. We're just taking pictures of that landing strip design. Please put your phone away."

"I can use that design, too," Leonard protested. I wasn't sure Zoey would be able to control him, so I got off the table and stood up. Leonard looked disappointed as I smiled at him and shook my head.

The party was in full swing as we walked out. Carter had put some pop music on our music system, and a few people were on the patio, dancing. People stared again as I emerged, having been away for several minutes. I moved among our guests with the cocktail pitcher, offering refills of their drinks.

The party had been going on for over an hour now, and people were somewhat used to me being nude. No one was turning to stare at me as I moved around, though I did get the glad eye whenever I approached anyone with a drink or the snacks platter. I noticed Jocelyn waving to me and walked over to join her.

"Hi, hottie," she greeted me, putting her arm around my naked body. Jocelyn was one person I actually knew; she worked in the same branch as Carter, and we'd been to her place for dinner. Her husband, Oliver, had his own financial services business. He smiled at me and nodded. "You look absolutely toned and indecently hot. Everyone here is dying looking at that fab body you're exhibiting."

"Thanks, love," I said, smiling. "It isn't a planned exhibition; it just happened. Tell you later." Jocelyn's hand on my hip slipped lower and cupped my buttock. Using the grip, she pulled me closer to her.

"So tell us about this vacation you're taking," said Oliver. His eyes roamed over my breasts. "From the way you're preparing, it's going to be seriously hot stuff."

"I don't know much about it," I confessed. "Carter booked it and told me just a couple of days ago. I don't have many details. It's a stay over the long weekend; that's all I know so far."

"These nudist resorts can be hot stuff," said a guy on my other side. "I've been trying forever to talk Lorraine into going."

"Hi, Bella," said the woman next to him. "I'm Lorraine, and this is my husband, Jeffrey. We're enjoying your party. Thanks for having us."

Jocelyn waved to someone and excused herself to go join them. I felt another hand go around me and realized it was Jeffrey. It was a very light touch, and he continued talking to the group.

"No, that was two years ago," Oliver was saying. "The New Orleans convention." He droned on about the evening they'd spent in the French Quarter. I was finding it difficult to concentrate because of Jeffrey's arm around me.

His hand wasn't moving on my body as Jocelyn's had. It just held my waist lightly, casually. I noticed Nick, across the patio, similarly had his hand on his wife's waist. But Erica was clothed. I was naked, which was arousing, and Jeffrey's touch was exciting my senses further.

I had never been great at casual nudity. During high school, my friends had nicknamed me Bashful Bella. I was infamous as the girl who would lock the door to change her socks.

Things changed around the time I got married. My friends had convinced me to go naked to my bachelorette party, and that had somewhat changed my outlook. I now feared nudity for another reason -- it was a huge turn-on.

As Jeffrey kept his hand on my naked waist and continued chatting, I felt my pussy lips grow wet. I felt more moisture at the opening of my love hole and knew I would soon have embarrassing trickles running down my thighs.

"Excuse me," I said. "I think Carter needs me." I left the group and walked towards the house. The truth was, I needed Carter. The fire in my pussy was getting warmer, and I could feel moisture ooze out onto my thighs. I needed him to quench my thirst before I embarrassed myself before twenty guests.

I found Carter in the store where we kept the liquor. Putting my hands around him from behind, I pulled him close. He turned around within the circle of my arms and kissed me.

"That's not enough!" I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him into me. "Can we go upstairs for ten minutes? I really need you."

"Whoa, Bella!" he said. "Both of us can't vanish in the middle of our own party. Much as I'm tempted, we'll have to wait."

I moved my hands to his hips and pulled his groin into mine. He put down the box he was holding and wrapped his arms around me. He was an inch short of six feet but still half a foot taller than me. I snuggled my head against his shoulder and whimpered.

"I know, Bella." He kissed the top of my head. "I'm horny, too, looking at you for the past hour and a half. But we'll have to wait."

"I'm burning, Carter," I whispered, lifting my head. His lips came down on mine. The deep, passionate kiss felt good but stirred the fire in my honeypot. "How long will these people stay?"

Carter laughed. "We're not the only horny people, Bella. Every guy here has a boner, so I guess people will start leaving soon."

I drew back. "What do you mean? I'm not..."

"Of course, you're not teasing anyone, Bella." Carter came close again to reassure me. "But you're just so hot! Except for Jason and Rob, everyone is hot and bothered because of you. Oh, and be careful of Penelope and Jessa. They go for girls, and they have a bit of a reputation at parties."

Carter picked up the box and walked out, leaving me to deal with my own heat and bother. I wandered into the kitchen and loaded another tray of assorted snacks. People were somewhat used to seeing me naked now and welcomed me into their groups cheerfully when I approached.

I offered the tray to Nick, and he moved to make room for me. "Party's going well, Bella," he said, choosing from the assorted nibbles. "You and Carter are great hosts." He gestured to the other couple. "Have you met Kailani? She works in our Albany office. And her husband, Trevor."

I moved forward to shake their hands. They were a middle-aged couple, probably around forty. Carter had invited mostly people at his own level in the company, and I was curious why Kailani was here.

"Thanks," I said to Nick. "We enjoy having people over. I've not been to any conventions yet, but Carter says they're great for meeting colleagues and making friends."

"That's true," said Erica. "I joined the company four years ago, and this is my third convention. We don't often get invited to anyone's home, though. Socializing is at the evening social events and the banquet on the penultimate night."

"Banquet?" I was stunned for a moment. Carter had told me about it but it wasn't at the front of my mind today. All this while that I had been naked at the party, I had the comfort of thinking I would not see these people again for a long time. "It's tomorrow, isn't it?"

"Yes, m'dear," said Erica. "It's formal dress, by the way." The group looked at my naked body and laughed. I laughed with them.

"I do have a dress somewhere," I said. "I'll dig it out."

"Or we could ask for a waiver for Bella," said Kailani, grinning. "The banquet could do with some livening up."

"No fear!" I spoke quickly. "I'm not into public nudity." I saw all the others raising their eyebrows and grinning. "I mean," I stumbled on, "today just happened. I was working on my tan on the terrace."

"We're not complaining at all," said Trevor with a big smile. He put his arm around his wife's shoulders and pulled her close. "These conventions can be terribly tedious for spouses, but you've made this one unforgettable."

"Umm, thanks," I said, offering him the tray. "So all of you will be at the banquet tomorrow?"

"Yes, of course," said Erica. "It's the high point of the convention. We all suffer through the daytime sessions waiting for the evening and the banquet."

I lowered the tray to my belly and tried to discreetly wipe my pussy and thighs with a tissue. My body was betraying me again, producing copious amounts of pussy nectar that threatened to run down my thighs. Added to my arousal was a new thought -- I would have to meet all these people again tomorrow. God, that would be awkward!

I was trembling now with arousal and the thoughts of the embarrassment to come in 24 hours. My tray was almost empty, and I excused myself to fill it from the kitchen.

"Great party, Bella," Jessa called out to me. She was standing with her arm around Penelope. "How're you doing?"

"Uh, I'm fine, thanks," I said, remembering what Carter had told me about these two at parties. "I hope you're having a good time, too. Can I get you anything?"

"No, we're fine, thanks," Penelope said. "We're both going to be driving, so we're just enjoying the food now." She looked around our yard and up at the terrace. "Bella, your terrace seems to have good privacy, but what about the yard? Can't your neighbors look into it?"

"Yes," I said. "But only those three houses, I think." I raised my arm and pointed. I noticed Penelope and Jessa staring at my breasts as I did. "Carter lowered the lights, and I'm hoping for the best."

"You have great tits, Bella," said Jessa, coming close. Then she grinned. "So those neighbors get to see them when you work on your tan?"

"Well, not really," I said. "I try to see if anyone is outside and then sprint across to the terrace. I'm in the open for only a couple of seconds."

"You could just wear a robe." Penelope threw out the suggestion with a twinkle in her eyes.

"That sounds unsporting," I said, matching her smile. "Give them a fair chance, right?" Jessa and Penelope laughed along with me.

Another couple joined us. Penelope introduced us. "This is Ashley from our Portland office. And her husband, Gary."

"Hi, Bella," Ashley held out her hand. "It's a great party. And you're looking great. I wish I were brave enough."

"I'll say!" Gary inserted himself between his wife and me. "This entire party has rocked because of you, Bella. Will you be at the banquet tomorrow?"

"Hopes down, tiger," said his wife as Jessa and Penelope laughed. "The banquet is formal dress. If you want to ogle Bella, this is your only chance."

I forced myself to grin. Gary had put his arm around me, his hand holding my waist. "I don't think he wants to ogle me, Ashley. You should see what he has at home!" Gary laughed and nodded, and his hand settled comfortably on my hip.

"Ah, well, what man appreciates what he has at home?" Ashley threw it out philosophically, but I detected bitter undertones. Standing as we were, she probably couldn't see her husband's hand roving over my behind. I shivered as his fingers gathered a fold of my flesh and pinched it.

Jessa stared at me for a moment as I winced. She looked at Gary, standing close to me, and made an educated guess about what was happening out of sight. A glance passed between her and Penelope.

"So, is the rest of your house as impressive as your backyard?" Jessa asked me. "Can we inspect your restroom? All these drinks, you know."

"Uh, you're welcome." I took Jessa's outstretched hand and we moved towards the house, but not before Gary got in one last pinch on my bottom. Penelope stared at Gary's hand, left mid-air as I moved away, and gave a meaningful look to Ashley before following Jessa and me.

"What was the creep doing to you?" Jessa asked as we moved out of earshot. "I saw you cringe."

"Ashley's guy?" said Penelope. "He's a perv. Melanie told me he hit on her at last year's convention. With his wife sitting at the same table!"

"He was groping my hips and back," I told them. I shook the doorknob of the washroom and found it locked. "And pinched me twice. This one's in use, Jessa. Do you mind using the upstairs one?"

"Happy to see more of your lovely home," she said, and we moved to the stairs. She put her arm around my shoulders. "Careful, Bella. You're trembling. Hold the railing."

I was shaky, I realized. The groping by Ashley's husband had been unpleasant, reminding me how vulnerable being naked left you. I had considered making a fuss at the time but held back, thinking this was almost like a workplace setting for Carter.

We entered the guest bedroom, and Jessa and Penelope flopped onto the bed. Penelope patted the bed near her, and I sat down, glad to rest my feet for a while. Jessa stretched her arms over her head, and Penelope leaned over and kissed her throat. I felt the fire in my pussy get hotter.

"Er, the washroom's through that door," I said, pointing. I wanted to get back to the party. I thought about what Carter had told me about these two at parties. "Jessa?"

"Oh, I'm not in a hurry," Jessa said, sitting up. "I just wanted to get you away from that jerk." She put an arm around me and pushed me down on the bed. "Though I don't blame him at all." Her fingers traced my lips and ran down my chin to my throat. "You're one exquisite woman, Bella."

"Doesn't justify anything, Jess," said Penelope. She sat up near me and put her hand on my belly. "Look how Bella's shaking."

"Umm, it's not all his doing," I said. "Being naked and a lot of people looking at me..." My voice trailed off.

"I get it." Penelope nodded. She was in her early thirties, I guessed, a few years older than her partner. She moved her hand to my breast and cupped it gently. "Happens to me, too."

"Really?" I looked up at her. "I thought I was an oddball."

"Nah, it happens." Penelope trapped my nipple between two fingers, and I held my breath. "Once, I was nude on a beach and feeling horny. My granny was with me, so I couldn't touch myself. She was already pissed that I'd taken off my suit. Just then, a bunch of college students came and sat down near us and stared at my pussy. In a minute, I came! No touch, no words, nothing. Just some boys and girls looking at me."

"Wow! And your granny was sitting next to you?" Jessa giggled and put a finger into my mouth. I ran my tongue round it and sucked lightly on it. "Did she realize?"

"I had to keep very quiet." Penelope laughed, too. She held my nipple and moved it in slow circles, sending intense signals to my brain and pussy. "Bella, your tits are simply irresistible." She leaned down and took my other nipple in her mouth.

Damn, I thought, Carter was right. These two are really doing a number on me. Jessa bent and kissed me on the mouth, very gently. I reached up and held her head, and pulled her lips down to me.

"You gotta feel these tits, Jess," said Penelope and lifted her mouth from my nipple. Jessa covered the breast with her hand and squeezed it, purring appreciatively. Penelope put a hand on my belly, sliding down toward my pussy. "You need this, Bella. Don't fight it."

I nodded and shivered as Penelope touched my labia. She felt around and located my clit, pressing it down with a thumb. Jessa now had her hands on both my breasts, and I was lost in the amazing sensations created by four very expert hands.

The bed moved as Penelope shifted position. She pushed my knees apart, and I panicked. I'd never had a woman go down on me before.

"Penelope!" I whispered. "Someone might come up." I put a hand on my pussy.

"I'll watch the stairs from here," said Jessa reassuringly. She squeezed both my breasts, a long gentle squeeze that spread warm delight all through my chest and belly. "I'll warn you if I see anyone coming up."

"There won't be any time." I was anxious. "It'll be too late."

"We just have to stand up," Jessa said. "Penny and I haven't undressed." She giggled. "And it's not as if anyone will be surprised to find you naked."

I laughed, and Penelope did, too. Jessa's fun approach had an effect on me. Slowly, I lifted my hand away from my pussy. Penelope slapped my thigh gently. I hesitated only a moment before spreading them both to give her access to my love center.

I felt a tongue on my pussy lips, moving up and down slowly. I breathed deeply, relaxing my muscles and concentrating on the sensations Penelope was creating. My labia were thick and completely covered my inner pussy lips and clit.

But all that changed after a minute. Penelope held my pussy lips and separated them gently. "How beautiful you are, Bella," she murmured. She ran her tongue over my pussy again, this time licking my hypersensitive inner lips and ending at my clit.

My cooze was on fire, and I could barely stay still. I took it out on Jessa, thrusting my fingers into her hair and pulling her down for a fierce kiss.

Penelope stretched my pussy lips a little further apart and ran her tongue gently, oh so maddeningly gently, over my clit. Jessa lifted her head from time to time to look at the stairs. Then she would return to kissing me. Her hands stayed on my breasts, gently kneading and caressing them.

It didn't take long. I was already at bursting pointing from having been naked among twenty people. The experience of two people pleasuring my receptive body pushed me over the cliff into an enormous, ecstatic orgasm. I bit my lip to prevent myself from screaming as my world erupted into clashing cymbals and kaleidoscopic lights.

Penelope eased off on my clit as my climax went on and on. She placed her hand on my belly and ran her fingers through the short hair of my landing strip. Jessa moved her mouth from my lips to a nipple, nibbling it gently.

At last, my orgasm left me, and I started breathing again. Jessa put her arms around me, and I rested, content. I closed my eyes for an instant...

"Penny," I heard Jessa say urgently. I noticed Penelope get off the bed and heard the click of the bathroom door shutting.

"Hello!" I heard Jocelyn's voice. "Oh, what happened? Is she all right?"

"Yeah, but she's all in," said Jessa. I realized she was sitting in the chair set along the wall. "Tired, and some of the men have been bad."

"Yes, I know." Jocelyn nodded. I opened my eyes and tried to smile at her. "I saw Anissa's husband putting his hands all over her."

"Oh, shit!" Jessa sounded disgusted. "We rescued her from Gary. You know, Ashley's husband."

A delicious languor occupied my body and mind, but I made an effort and sat up. Jocelyn was leaning against the wall near the door. I heard the toilet flush in the bathroom.

"Our guys are all right," said Jocelyn. "They respect boundaries. It's the spouses and boyfriends that create unpleasantness. Happens all the time at our banquets, usually after the fourth round of drinks."

"That's true," said Jessa, nodding, as Penelope emerged from the bathroom. "Penny and I stick together, and it's obvious we're not into men. But we still get the roving hands." She looked at Jocelyn and nodded to the bathroom. "You want to go? I'm not in a hurry."

"Thanks, Jessa. The downstairs bathroom is constantly occupied. I'm glad I came here." Jocelyn disappeared into the bathroom, and Penelope quickly turned me over, wiping my thighs with a tissue. Jessa smoothened the sheets and giggled as she pointed to the large wet patch. I was horrified and threw another sheet over it before Jocelyn came out.

Jessa went into the bathroom as Jocelyn came out. Jocelyn touched up her makeup at the mirror before waving to us and descending. Penelope put an arm around me to draw me close.

"How're you feeling, babe?" she spoke softly into my ear. "Still jittery?"

"A little," I confessed as Jessa came out and joined our hug. "But much better than I was below. I feel much calmer now."

Jessa raised a palm, and Penelope gave her a high five. "You needed that, Bella. Orgasm therapy is excellent for nerves -- and when you're horny."

I laughed. "You two were incredible. I had the most amazing orgasm, and I thought it would never stop."

"Obviously." Penelope raised an eyebrow. "Girls know. Guys just blunder through." She came closer for a kiss. "But you're still a little jittery, you said."

"No, it's all right," I said hastily. "No more therapy needed right now."

Penelope laughed, a full-throated laugh that I was sure would be heard by every one of our guests. "We're not corrupting or turning you, girl. Just meeting your urgent needs because your man's busy."

I suddenly felt more shy than I had felt during my two hours walking around naked among twenty clothed people. They'd seen only my body; these two had peered deeper and seen my needs. And expertly and effectively fulfilled them. I looked up at them and felt the heat rise on my cheeks and throat.

"No need to be shy, Bella," said Jessa, coming close. "No one else knows. We're just expert at judging girls, you see." She hugged me, and I nodded as she broke away.

"Well, let's get moving, then," said Penelope, and I agreed. "Where do these stairs go?"

"The terrace," I said. "Want to see?" I led the way and unlocked the door at the top. "We have a good view all around. The back of our house has very few houses, but a lot of them in front."

"Yeah." Penelope turned around, looking at my neighborhood. "Great weather today. I can see lots of people on their balconies and roofs."

Jessa waved her hand up and down my naked body. "Which means they can see us too."

I squealed and sat down, trying to cover my chest with my arms. Penelope and Jessa burst out laughing.

"When you've been naked for a long time, you tend to forget." They both giggled as I ran for the door and went through it. "I don't think you need to worry, Bella. It's pretty dark. Even if someone was looking this way, they wouldn't have seen you."

I wasn't convinced, though. Carter and I had bought this house and planned to live here. I certainly didn't want to let my neighbors see me walking around naked. Penelope closed and bolted the door as we all descended together.

"Is this your room?" Jessa asked as we reached the first floor. She peered through the half-open door. "Looks neat."

"Come on in," I said, leading them in. "We have twin closets through that door and then the en-suite. And a nice balcony here. We like to sit here on summer evenings." I opened the door and waved them on, not wanting to go on the balcony in my exposed state.

"Mmmm, nice." Jessa took a deep breath and looked all around. "This is better than the roof, Bella. Not so many people can see you."

"Well, it's open to the people in the houses there, though they're quite far away." I was standing inside the door, holding the drapes in front of my body.

"Do you and Carter have sex here?" Penelope asked, putting both hands on the balcony railing. "Would be a great place."

"No, we avoid getting too freaky at home," I answered. "We want to live here for a long time."

"Makes sense." Jessa nodded. "But you can come out now, Bella. It's too dark for anyone to see you."

Hesitantly, I stepped out. We leaned on the railing, enjoying the cool nighttime breeze. Penelope put a hand around me and pulled me close to her. Jessa moved with me to retain contact with my body.

"Move behind me, Bella," said Penelope suddenly. I moved to stand with my back to her. "There's a guy on the balcony opposite. He's looking right at us."

"I doubt he can see much." Jessa had come around and stood before me. She raised a hand and waved it. "It's too dark here. All he'll see is silhouettes." She put a hand on my pussy lips, and I pressed my body to Penelope.

Jessa leaned forward and kissed me again. Her hand on my pussy cupped my labia and rubbed them up and down, and I could feel my wetness increase. I put my hands on Jessa's shoulders, hoping to thwart her crazy ideas.

Instead, she looked me in the eye, smiled, and thrust two fingers into me, taking me by surprise. Her other hand went around my waist, holding me steady as her fingers established a rapid rhythm in and out of my love cave. I almost cried out with the intensity of the sensations.

Penelope had been a luxury sedan, purring along smoothly till my body decided to have an orgasm. Jessa was a four-wheel drive desert jeep, attacking my pussy mercilessly, almost violently, and demanding an orgasm. Her strokes in and out of me were relentless, and I struggled to breathe as she drove me to a ferocious orgasm.

I would have collapsed as my orgasm approached, but Penelope turned and put her arms around my chest, holding me up. Jessa continued her resolute assault on my pussy, her fingers blurring as she kept up the barbaric tempo. I cried out then, a shrill scream of pure joy as my body burst into flames and ecstasy.

I woke up on my own bed. Penelope and Jessa must have carried me in, for I remembered nothing after my monstrous, all-consuming orgasm on the balcony. The two were cuddling and kissing on the couch in our room, waiting for me to awaken.

"How -- how long was I out?" I tried to sit up. "I must get back to the party."

"Been just a few minutes, Bella." Penelope was smiling at me. "You just went on and on, and we got worried your brain would be fried. Jessa pulled her fingers out, and you just fell to the floor. We had a job getting you into bed."

"What did you do to me?" I murmured. "That's never happened to me before. Carter often drops off to sleep after we have sex. Not me."

"You had a titanic, much-needed orgasm, Bella." Jessa got up and sat near me. "A gift from a woman. You're happily married to a good man, but we hope you'll remember us sometimes."

I got up from the bed. It was true, I thought, I would always remember Penelope and Jessa for the skilled way they had known my needs and the expertise with which they had played my body. I reached for some tissues to clean myself before going down.

"It's best you don't appear with us, Bella." Penelope was standing now, touching up her makeup before the mirror. "We'll go down now, and you follow after a few minutes."

The party was still in full swing when I went onto the patio. Carter raised his eyebrows at me, and I smiled reassuringly. He didn't need to know how my urgent needs had been met.

"Just wait a minute and take this pitcher out, Bella," he said. He measured out the ingredients carefully, meticulous as ever. "Say, what's this nudist resort everyone tells me we're going to?"

I stared at him. "Didn't you tell me we were going to a nudist resort next month? The long weekend coming up?"

It was Carter's turn to stare at me. "We're going to Maine, not Mexico. Where did you get the idea it was a nudist resort?"

"Well, not nudist, but you said adult resort," I said. "So these places have a lot of activities where guests have to get naked and play sexy games."

Carter carefully put the pitcher down before turning to me. "Bella, that's an adult-theme resort. That's for swingers and such. We're just going to an adults-only resort, which doesn't allow guests under eighteen. The pool is peaceful, the restaurants serene, and you don't get hit by balls and frisbees. There are no naughty activities."

My jaw fell open. "You mean I've been tanning nude for nothing? And ended up naked among twenty people?" My voice was rising, and Carter came to me and put his arms around me. "Carter, I'll, I'll..." I stopped, not sure what punishment would be enough for what I'd gone through for three hours.

"Here, this pitcher is ready." Carter handed it to me. "I'm still not sure what's gone down, but we'll talk about it." He came close again and lowered his voice. "And you've looked sensational, babe. I'm not happy about you going nude through the party, but I'm proud of what I have, the woman that's mine."

I lifted the pitcher of cocktails and danced and floated through our guests. Most people had had enough, and only a few held out their glasses for a top-up. I filled a couple of glasses only before handing the pitcher to Lucy and going back to the kitchen. Jocelyn followed me in.

"You came back rather abruptly," she said, looking at me.

"Yeah, I've been naked for three hours now. And after so many drinks, some guys are handsy," I confessed.

"I'll see what Carter and I can do about this," she said. "You join our group near the hedge. They're good guys and will look after you."

I saw Oliver and moved towards him. He had his back to me, but Kailani saw me and beckoned to me. She made room between Trevor and herself, and I stood between them. Nick and Erica nodded to me and continued their conversation with Oliver.

"How're you doing, Bella?" Kailani said softly. "You looked pretty wound up when you went in a while ago. Had a nap?"

"No, just used the restroom, talked to some friends, and sat down for a few minutes." I smiled at her, happy at the affirmation that women could see beyond bare boobs and pussy. "Feeling much better and calmer now."

"Well, yeah, I can see that." Kailani offered me a sip from her glass, but I shook my head. "Trevor wanted to leave now, but we have to wait for a ride." She reached across my back to hold Trevor's arm. "A few more minutes."

Trevor nodded and smiled at me. Kailani's hand settled around me, pulling me close. She raised her glass and emptied it. On the patio, I saw Carter come out of the house holding his camera and tripod.

"Hi, boys and girls," Jocelyn said, speaking loudly. "Let's have some group pictures before people start leaving. Anyone wants to touch up their makeup, use the bathrooms on the ground and first floors."

My throat closed in terror. Keepsake pictures of the party, with me naked? I certainly didn't want that, but how could I refuse? These people would all have a party group picture with me standing bare among them.

"Oh, and we want some to be published in the company newsletter, so they have to be family-friendly." Jocelyn looked straight at me. "I'm looking at you, Bella. I'm sorry, but you'll have to get into a dress for the pictures."

I made a show of being offended and despondent, but my heart was turning cartwheels as I leaped up the stairs to my bedroom. Thank you Carter, thank you Jocelyn, for finding me this way to get dressed without looking like I'd wimped out. The guys would just have to remember me with their mind's eyes; the pictures would have me in a dress.

Years of the future came upon us and people seeing the pictures all said that I had the biggest smile and most joyous expression of all.

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