He wound down the window. “Yes Madam”, he said.“Could ... could you give me a lift?” the woman asked. “I missed the bus, I couldn’t run fa...t enough and it moved off. I did wave but that wasn’t noticed. I want to be home for my sister who is a bit of a fuss pot is coming for tea and I want to get the washing up from breakfast done and a bit of cleaning up as well”.“Where about do you live?” he asked.“Burnside Avenue that is just before you cross the bridge as you enter the suburb”, she. Getting Garry to the hotel room had been easy enough. "Dear let's not drive all the way home tonight. Let's stay in the city it will be so romantic." As we walked into the room I slipped out of my evening gown and let it fall on the floor.I wasn't wearing a braw. I really didn't need one and I liked the way my nipples poked through the dress's clingy material. I stepped out of the circle of dark blue cloth that now surrounded my ankle, stripped down to my black stockings and strapy stiletto. Our data was limited. And the former Mr. Bedminster,a Warrant Officer with almost ten years in, made for the most attractiveof young fresh sissies.She is a sight to behold.Make no mistake, so is Sandra, the former Mr. Willoughby, and Tatiana,the former Mr. Head. Not to mention me, for that matter.The former Mr. Blonde.It turns out the talkative man with the bad teeth and a surprisinglyimpressive-sized cock, which he liked to refer to as ?The Duke?, had apreviously-unknown occasional penchant. We waked down to the opening of the nude beach, there’s a sign that says “NUDE BEACH - clothing optional“. I asked my wife if she wanted to go in the designated area to lay out. She said, “We might as well. We’re on our honeymoon. “ We found two chaise lounges by the Jacuzzi and spread out our towels. There were people of all ages laying out nude. It felt good to be naked in the sun - something you can’t do in California legally. I was glad we just had sex, or I might have gotten hard from all.