Naked Paradise: My First Spontaneous Blowjob at the Naturist Club

I’m Paul, forty-something, divorced dad, finally settling into my new life. New apartment, new city, new job. But something’s missing. The urge hits hard—naturism. Haven’t done it in years. Google ‘naturism’ plus my area, and boom: a club just ten kilometers away. Unbelievable. Call them. Friendly voice. That afternoon, I’m there with my bag.

Richard, the president, opens the gate. Monday, quiet. He shows me around: three hectares walled in paradise. Pool, bungalows, greenery. Feels right already. Chat about joining, bringing my kids. No problem, he says. Average age sixty-five; kids are welcome. He jokes about getting into ‘uniform.’ Laughs. Heads to change. I strip in the locker room. Shower’s hot, mixed, open. Heart races a bit—naked strangers? Nah, serious place.

The Approach: Nerves and No Turning Back

Poolside, lounge chair. Lotion up everywhere. Doze off. Wake to welcomes. Ten folks: retirees, couples. Warm hellos, no leers. Chat all afternoon. Head home buzzing.

Next day, back. Richard waves off paperwork. Pool again. Spot yesterday’s couple—Marc and Agnès. His cock tanned, impressive. Shake it off. Stroll the grounds. Grass soft, birds chirping.

‘Hello?’ Woman’s voice. Turn. Isabelle. Early retiree, dark sparkling eyes, short gray hair. Big, swaying breasts. Forces gaze up. ‘You’re Paul, right? Marc and Agnès mentioned you.’ Chats club. Sells bungalows. ‘Want to see mine?’

Follow her. Her plot’s lush: flowers, hammock. She’s stunning—curvy hips, firm ass, trimmed bush. Inside: simple, cozy. ‘Sit on the bed.’ Clears towels, climbs on all fours to tidy. Holy shit. Ass up, pussy lips visible, no shame. Heart pounds. Tingle in my groin. Erection stirring. Stare out window, answer her.

‘Sit, Paul.’ She’s cross-legged now. I plop beside, knees together, hiding my swelling cock. Smooth-shaven, it’s hardening fast.

The Instant and the Trace: Explosion and Afterglow

‘Is that because of me?’ Busted. Stammer. ‘Don’t worry. Ex-sexologist. Erections are rare here post-fifty. Yours is spontaneous—flattering.’ My dick’s rock-hard, straight up.

‘Love doggy style, huh? Men do.’ Her hand on it. Squeezes. ‘So firm!’ Speechless. ‘Want to cum? I’ll help.’ No time to reply. She slides off bed, spreads my legs. Kneels between. Smiles. Caresses thighs. Her heavy, bronzed tits sway, nipples dark.

Hands climb inner thighs. Grips my shaft. Strokes up-down, twists, teases purple head. Fuck, after years dry—bliss. Eyes shut. Then wet heat. Slow. Her mouth engulfs. Tongue swirls frenulum. Looks up, smiling around my cock. Sucks deeper.

‘Zaza, I…’ She grips thighs, speeds up. Bobs fast, hard. Slurps. Balls tighten. Explode. Waves crash.

‘You taste good, Paul. Thanks.’ Wipes mouth. ‘When soft, back to pool. Don’t want questions. Come anytime.’

Stumble out, cock limp, slick. Poolside. Crash on lounger. Sleep hits. Wake renewed. Paradise found. Back tomorrow.