A new experience involving Kris.
Enjoying Vacation Costs With Kris
Following my last meeting with Kris, we didn't have the chance to see each other for almost two years. By now, her spouse had been discharged from the military, and they'd relocated back to Maryland. They were temporarily crashing with her parents until they could find their own place.
During this period, I'd also changed jobs due to company downsizing and an uneasy employment market. I managed to acquire my CDL and started driving long-haul trucks throughout the country. Kris and I faithfully exchanged text messages and images daily. Throughout this period, Kris had become more secure in herself and the pictures were considerably racier.
I'd share snapshots whenever I found a nude place to visit, and she'd share pics of her in skimpy outfits or in the shower. These genuinely made me feel great, so I'd regularly compliment her physique.
While hauling a load in Kansas, I stopped at a truck stop for dinner and to wait for my next delivery. I received a message from the trucking company to pick up a delivery in Missouri and deliver it to the location in Maryland where Kris now resides. I texted Kris with the update and informed her of the supply drop-off spot. She recognized the place and we designed a plan to encounter.
I prepared myself for the journey to the pickup in Missouri so I could carry the cargo first thing in the morning. I collected the cargo early on Tuesday morning and input the delivery address in the GPS. Unfortunately, I wouldn't make it to Maryland until Wednesday morning. I informed Kris, and she indicated she'd meet me near my delivery spot.
Tuesday's commute was brimming with anticipation for reconnecting with my lovely, seductive friend once more. When I stopped for the night, I calculated the expected arrival time in Maryland and informed Kris. She mentioned she possessed a surprise to share when I arrived.
Wednesday fell upon us, and I gradually made it to the dock for unloading by 10AM. I communicated with Kris and estimated it would take me around 30 minutes to finally complete unloading. She expressed she was on her way. As soon as I was completely unloaded and prepared to leave, I noticed Kris standing outside her vehicle across the street. I waved for her to follow me to the truck parking lot just a few blocks down.
I parked the truck and jumped out. Kris hustled over, embraced me, and gave me a kiss. She looked extraordinary with her brand-new blonde hairdo. Kris was putting on some white shorts and a radiant yellow top. We decided to find something nice to eat and have a chat. She also wanted to disclose her shock.
I got in her car and drove to a restaurant for an early lunch. The waitress took our order and while waiting for our meal, I glanced at Kris and detected a gigantic grin on her face. I enquired about the surprise. She revealed that her parents aimed to do something exceptional with the grandkids, so they had left that morning for a journey to Disney World in Florida. She inquired how long I'd remain and advised that her hubby was also out of town on a project for another week.
I suggested staying at her parents' abode, but learned her younger brother was still residing there. I inquired where she'd want to go, and she inquired whether there were any locations like Hippie Hollow nearby. I didn't know, so I browsed the web. There were no nude or clothing optional beaches in Maryland, but there were a few nudist resorts - Pine Tree was only 30 minutes away. She stated she felt unsure about a nudist resort. I mentioned that Maryland state law allowed women to be topless wherever men were topless, so perhaps Ocean City.
Again, she believed this was too public. I informed her that when I lived in PA, I used to take nude hikes in Beltsville State Park. It's not legal but no one had ever questioned me. I found a list of nudist swimming locations in Maryland online. She started to mull things over while we returned to her parents' house, so she could pack a few items.
Upon entering her parents' home, her brother was in the living room gaming. I recognized him, so we exchanged mutual greetings. Kris told me to take a seat in the dining room. She vanished for 15 minutes and then reemerged from upstairs with a small duffle bag. She hurriedly went to the garage before her brother could pry inquires.
I followed her out and climbed in her car. I asked if she'd made a decision yet. She said not yet, but we should return to my truck to gather further necessities. Back at my vehicle, I received a message from dispatch about a shipment I could pick up the following day. I communicated with them and informed them that I wasn't feeling great and needed to stay stationary a few days.
So, I returned to my truck and decided to browse for places to go in Maryland, Maryland. I found a list of nudist spots and assumed we should choose a location in Maryland, Maryland.
We chat as we travel along, and when we reach the truck, Kris becomes curious about the inside. It's a recently acquired Freightliner with ample space. We step up, pull back the curtain, and enter. Kris enters and sits on my bed. "This is massive inside," she remark. I nod in agreement. She enquires if I've had anyone else in the back before. I explain that it's just where I sleep and store my belongings. Kris notes that we should christen the truck and begins to undress.
She's still clothed in white shorts, a blue bra, and sandals. I appreciate the view she presents. Kris removes the snaps from my trousers, gradually zips down. My erection starts to show even before her touch. She takes off my trousers and boxers, revealing my erection. Without a word, she leans in and orally satisfies me. When I'm about to climax, she removes her mouth and strokes me. I ejaculate, covering my chest and legs. She's curious if I have a cloth to clean myself with and grabs an old t-shirt. Then, she puts her shirt back on. Declaring the truck officially christened, Kris suggests picking a destination. I collect my possessions, including my camera, and we descend from the cab.
Kris passes me her keys and instructs me to select the destination. We enter the vehicle and travel into Pennsylvania. It takes about three hours and is now mealtime. I inquire if she's hungry, and she affirms this. I know a pleasant rural eatery in Palmerton PA, so we visit. While finishing the ride, I ponder what Kris has packed. She shares a bikini, a nightgown, shorts, t-shirts, and the low-cut red dress I got her a few years back. I attempt to get her to change into the dress in preparation for dinner, but she declines.
We indulge in our meals at the restaurant, discussing our potential plans. After we finish our dinners, I pose the question about how adventurous she feels. She responds it depends on the activity. I bring up the topic of gentleman's clubs (i.e., strip clubs) and reveal that she hasn't experienced them. With intrigue, she agrees to visit one. I don't mention the amateur contest on the first Wednesday of every month at a club nearby.
We leave the restaurant and embark towards the neighboring town. We stop along the way to book a hotel. We unpack our belongings into the average room with modern amenities, including a microwave, mini fridge, television, and king-sized bed. We're a bit early to visit the club, so I encourage her to relax. Instead, I leave to acquire snacks and drinks for our room.
I return with snacks, beer, and wine coolers. Kris remains on the bed, watching television in only her clothes. It's still light out during the summer months, which is past 8:30 or 9:00 PM. I inform her to return her shoes. She inquires but doesn't demand an explanation. I take her hand and we step outside the room. We cross the street and notice a sign for a nature trail.
I'm quite familiar with this trail since I grew up in the region and select the hotel for its convenience. We walk for approximately ten minutes, out of earshot of the road. I remove my shirt, leaving only my sneakers on. Kris smiles. I tell her it's her turn to undress. She becomes uneasy, looking around, yet removes her shirt. As she stands before me in shorts and bra, she questions, "Is that sufficient?" I inquire if that's the full extent of her undress and she nervously considers her environment. She removes her bra, displaying her 40DD breasts. I take her shirt and bra, wrapping them in my clothes before continuing down the trail.
We're perspiring slightly and droplets of perspiration form on her breasts. We arrive at a small stream and pause to rest on a rock, enjoying the natural scenery. The bonds of nature take my attention, but so does Kris beside me. Her nipples are inflexibly hard as we converse about our preferences. I then propose staying in the area for four days, but I haven't made a firm decision. Evening draws nearer and the woods' lighting starts to dim. We decide to return. Kris attempts to retrieve her clothes, but I carry them, avoiding her request.
We get close to the end of the trail and start hearing cars driving by. She pulls me to a halt, stating, "I can't cross the road like this." I don't want to press my luck, so I return her shirt and bra. I quickly put on my boxers and pants and we stroll back across the road to our hotel room.
I propose that we should take a shower before going out. She suggests showering together, and I disagree. Instead, I gather my camera and propose an undressing and shower scene. We enter the bathroom, and she turns on the water to regulate the temperature. Stripping in front of the shower curtain, she pulls off her shirt. I start clicking away, capturing the moments of her undressing. Off comes her bra, followed by her shorts. She had removed her shoes when we got back to the room, and she was now standing in front of me in blue panties. Finally, she takes them off and poses for me. She enters the shower, leaving the curtain half open. Her entire body is already wet except for her hair. She grabs the soap and washes her breasts, which I find utterly captivating and continue clicking away. She lathers up her entire body then steps back under the water to rinse off.
After she's done, she requests a towel. I set my camera aside and give her one. She exits the bathroom and starts drying herself off. I fetch another towel and use it to dry her back and sexy ass. Then I reach around to grab a tit.
Once she's dry, we exit the bathroom. She sits on the bed naked and queries what she should wear. I recommend the sexy red dress, and she's hesitant but agrees. She puts on a pair of thong panties and dons the dress, which lacks a bra due to the low neckline. She admires her cleavage. I retrieve beers and wine coolers from the mini fridge and we leave for the night.
I stop by a convenience store for a cooler and bags of ice. Kris wonders what I'm up to. I explain that many clubs are BYOB (Bring Your Own Beverages). We arrive around 9:15 PM. I pay the cover charge for both of us and we place our coolers in the front room with eight or ten others. We each take a drink and enter the main room, which features a long stage with two poles down the middle, seats all along it, and tables behind. We find one and sit down. Everythings at a standstill as a stripper in a strappy bra and panty set, along with tall high heels, performs on stage.
A few gentlemen at the stage reach up, placing dollar bills into her garter. The song, Pour Some Sugar on Me, stops, but she has danced so convincingly that her top has vanished. She removes the money from her garter and leaves it behind. She returns in another outfit, Motley Crew's Girls, Girls, Girls playing.
We examine the surroundings, noticing roughly 20 men and 5 other women. Kris remarks that she's glad she's not the only girl in attendance. I smile, understanding her reasons. As the night advances, we've had three drinks. Only a single woman has entered the club since we arrived. The DJ announces that any lady who wants to be in the amateur contest must register at the bar. One tall, slender brunette gets up first, followed by another brunette who's a bit heavier but still pretty.
When the following dancer wraps up her set, the DJ makes an announcement that the competition will kick off in 15 minutes and people can still join. I persuade Kris to give it a shot as she's more attractive than the ladies we observed registering earlier. She blushes and argues that she wouldn't dare participate. The guys and one woman seated at the adjacent table support Kris' decision as well. Kris inquires of the other woman why she doesn't join, and she reveals she entered previously and can no longer take part.
The DJ notes that Jasmine has one song remaining till the amateur contest commences officially. The guys accompanied by two girls on the opposite side of the stage try to encourage them to participate as well. Unfortunately, we notice no more contestants sign up. The DJ instructs all potential contestants to move to the rear of the stage.
The two ladies who had signed up earlier approach the backstage. The DJ conveys they need another participant to start. He requests the viewers to inspire these ladies to join in. The individuals at the subsequent table1 also encourage Kris to become a contestant. The girl advises Kris that even if she backs down during the competition, she would still get $300 and $100.
The guys seating on the stage encourage Kris to enter, stating they'll cast their votes for her. Eventually, Kris takes on the challenge to everyone's excitement. She leans towards me and admits she can't believe she's going to do this herself. She proceeds to the rear of the stage to join the DJ and the other two women. Behind the stage, the women learn the regulations - nobody is allowed to approach and touch them. The DJ presents all three women to the audience. Tammy, the tall and slender, is introduced first, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Mary, the second lady, wears shorts and a summer top. Kris appears to be the popular favorite due to her beautiful red dress, garnering a thunderous cheer.
Kris gazes at me, shaking her head. I encourage her, and she does exactly that. The first song plays as all three girls dance. The DJ abruptly terminates the music, stating that this isn't what everyone anticipates. Everyone cheers, and now demands, "Take it off, take it off." Tammy promptly takes off her shirt to unveil her small A-cup breasts. Mary strips her blouse, unveiling a plain white bra.
Kris is still hesitant and anxious as she keeps staring at me. All of a sudden, I shout, "You can do it!" This encourages her to disrobe and now finds herself topless in a thong, while Tammy is topless in jeans. Mary discards her bra and joins Tammy and Kris in their toplessness. The second song starts, with the ladies dancing around the stage so everyone can witness each of them. The confidence of Tammy, who rapidly turns into the crowd favorite, is evident as she twirls around and waves to the audience. On the other hand, Kris and Mary appear nervous, moving back and forth but lacking Tammy's energy.
Once the second song ends, Kris has an arm raised to cover herself, and Mary does the same. The DJ inquires if the crowd is ready, and a roar fills the club. He then asks the women, "Are you ready?" They all nod; time for the final phase. Tammy decides to begin by removing her shoes and socks. As the music ends, she stands up, unbuttons her jeans, and slips them off. Simultaneously, Tammy removes her skimpy underwear, and Mary and Kris move away from each other, removing their bottoms. Both women are now naked - Mary in her thong, while Kris remains topless. The final song begins, and the girls start to dance in unison.
Once more, Tammy exudes sheer joy – which makes the crowd go wild. Despite earlier nervousness, Mary and Kris look more confidant, enjoying the experience. Countless cheers surround them. The song is "Hot in Here" by Nelly, which perfectly describes the temperature and atmosphere. The women dance freely, addressing the noise from the audience. The song continues, and the women dance with a perfect balance of inhibition and enjoyment. The audience cheers them on, rooting for the ladies.
1This makes it sound like a singular table but has "the guys and one girl at the next table" which hints of multiple individuals at a table. Hence, "the individuals at the subsequent table" is used to denote that there is actually a group.
The music dies down, and the three girls begin to retrieve their clothing and make their way to the back of the stage. The DJ requests them to rejoin him in the middle, proclaiming it's time for the audience to cast their votes. The DJ raises his hand, first above Tammy, inquiring who believes she's the victor. A thunderous cheer erupts from the crowd. He then gestures towards Mary, igniting a more moderate responding cheer. Lastly, he chooses Kris, earning a resounding bouquet of applause. The DJ emerges triumphant, announcing that Mary is in third place, presenting her an envelope containing her $100 cash. She collects it, grins, and exits the stage.
The DJ proposes one last round of voting, this time placing his hand above Tammy. Again, a thunderous roar resounds, followed by Kris, who equally gains an audible, stormy celebration. The DJ expresses his uncertainty on choosing a victor, so he suggests a dance-off to a different song. He retreats, and the ladies reman on stage, as the background music escalates. Tammy embraces the pole, spinning and swinging her nude body. Kris, invigorated by her opponent, smashes her breasts against the adjacent pole and afterward licks one of her own nipples. The event continues, ending in a crescendo of raucous chants and hollers.
The DJ returns to the stage, and votes are concluded. The unmistakable realization that Kris emerged triumphant produces a boisterous cheer. Tammy receives her prize money, grinning, before exiting. Mary, clothed yet apparently unsupported by a bra, receives high-fives from her group. She accepts her seat again, picks up her glass, and tips it back. Tammy emerges, fully dressed, and dons water on her shirt, leaving herself with a notably see-through blouse. She waves cheerfully as the audience acknowledges her, catching a glimpse of her bare chest as the fabric turns sheer.
Kris, still overjoyed with her victory, requests another drink. I speedily fetch a beer for myself, and two wine coolers for her. She swiftly imbibes one and continues on the second. I enjoy some beer, appreciating the captivating sexuality of the astonishingly alluring goddess in front of me. The low-cut dress enhances her contours, revealing the bulk of her breasts. Our night isn't over; we're going back to the hotel for a fabulous display.
Stick around to witness the aftermath!!
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