So liberating.That evening in the bar a middle aged couple, that I'd chatted to the previous evening,came over to say hello. Ania spoke fairly good En...lish but her husband, Tomas,smiled alot and the two of us relied on her to translate for us.After a while Ania asked if I was a regular nudist as they'd seen me on the beach that afternoon.I could feel myself colouring up and spluttered that today was my first experience.They both laughed,told me I looked very relaxed and I should join them the. . It wasn't really flashing. More 'flaunting', I guess. God, I felt so deliciously wicked. Driving down the road in the white Mustang was having the now familiar effect of clicking the Ben Wah balls inside me. My nipples were tingling and the wind blew my blonde hair around my face.I was starting to feel almost out of control, like events were leading me, rather than the other way around. At the same time, I had the strangest sense of freedom. Like it was fate dictating what happened. I wasn't. The coffee shop seemed to take on a surreal quality as I listened to her confession."She texted me on the way back from Vermont to say she missed me. Then on New Years Day she stopped by my place in the evening and stalked around like an angry cat. I'd never seen her like that before. She was so rough with me that night, and then afterwards she said it was over between us. I never understood what happened."The bitter taste of the coffee was suddenly unbearable. I could have told her what. She lifted up her foot to make it easier for me, and flashed me again with her naked pussy! I looked quickly at her face, then, seeing she wasn't paying attention, peeked at her sweet pussy again. It felt like I was staring at her beautiful cunt for a long time, but it was only seconds. I could see the vertical slit between her legs, with the gradations of shades of pink that defined the difference between her lips, and the darker, moister tissue inside her vagina itself. I thought that I could.