I've put on weight myself over the years but at 25 was reasonably fit. I played a lot of cricket and rugby and also went in for competitive sailing. I... I did it now I'd probably have a coronary. However, I really fancied her and used to follow her around the office looking for opportunities to catch sight of her bottom in tightly stretched pants and the occasional glimpse of cleavage when she bent forward. Looking back I'm sure she knew perfectly well what I was doing, but at the time I. It was not overtly sexual. I enjoyed the way people looked at me and I enjoyed looking at the great variety of body shapes present in camp. This is when I realized I would be a lifelong nudist. Lauren, sometimes her family, and I spend many weekends at nude recreation retreats and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. I engaged in flirting, of course, but sex in these family places was forbidden. People were expected to be discreet. Now, almost a year later, as I walked through the lobby naked, with. Did I care? No. It only intrigued me more. I was a rebellious person, I wanted what I wasn't allowed to have and that was Cole. Problem was? He was in and out of relationships like I changed my undies. It seemed like he had a new girl on his arm every week, even if he was in a relationship. I wanted to be one of those girls. We finally became acquainted at his annual Halloween bash and I instantly fell in love with someone I had only known for a few hours. He was funny, charming, sexy as hell. “You’re, uh, getting sort of hard, honey,” I said. “Maybe I should stop?”“No, mom, it just does that.”Well, that made sense, actually. Toby wasn’t making his cock hard, he wasn’t touching it or obviously thinking about sex, it was doing it by itself. Wait, that couldn’t be right, could it? I thought about my own body, my eyes, say, which moved pretty much by themselves.“You aren’t telling it to get hard?” I asked. “You know, thinking about, well, sex? Sexy things?” I was amazed that I was.