Trying to keep patience… ‘What?! What do you want me to do???’ ‘You know.’ quietly. tiredly. ‘What? You want me to be all over you in publ...c?’ voice rising, ‘you want to show everyone how you OWN me?’ ‘STOP YELLING AT ME!’ pleading look, tears well up… in return anger. ‘STOP TRYING TO CONTROL ME!’ Tears spill over again, ‘I’m NOT! Jesus Christ… FUCK!’ Yells… then quieter… ‘How much is it to ask that you actually act like my boyfriend? That you actually act like you want to be with me? That you. I pushed down her trousers. She pulled off my t-shirt. I tugged at her panties. She tugged at my cock. Then she lay on top of me, letting her firm tits trace circles on my chest. I reached around and found her amazingly wet pussy with my hand. My fingers brushed at her lips. One finger slipped inside. Two fingers. Rubbing gently. I stretched and a finger found her clit. Just a touch and she moaned loudly. "I want you to fuck me," she said at full volume and handed me a condom."Shhh," I shushed. She was getting ready to cum. I held her clit between my thumb and fingers and literally stroked it up and down, hard and fast. I jammed two fingers into her ass. I watched Sarah’s face. One of the best things in life is watching the face of a woman who is about to cum. There was a look of pain, which really represented the intense pleasure that was coursing through her body; her mouth was open and she looked liked she wanted to scream, but could not; and intermixed with all of this was her. As a group, nudists are probably more chaste than the fabric world. But like I said, the opportunity was there, and I was one of those who took advantage of it."I really didn't get into the whole thing of wearing clothes on a regular basis until high school. That was a shock, but the school—" You had a school there?" I asked.Chelsea nodded. "People would say we were home-schooled, but that wasn't it. We lived near Fort Myers, which is on the Gulf Coast side of Florida, and were permanent.