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With our hot tub neighbors now wrapped in towels, I headed back to the room once again to top off our drinks. I was feeling pretty loose at this point and had a good sense of where things would be headed in the next few hours, so I took a shot of Don Julio before fixing our next round. 

By the time I made it back out to the pool area, the group of three had left the area and returned to their rooms. About the time I got settled back into my chair, we saw the handsome wife coming down the stairs making her way towards us. She had changed back into her robe, and because it was not tied very tightly, you could nearly see the full length of her legs as she walked towards us. On closer examination, she was more attractive than I initially thought. Anyway, the point of her return was to apologize for turning the heater off on the hot tub. "I figured you guys would be getting in after we left, so I should have left the heater on." She then proceeded to give us a quick tutorial on how to operate the hot tub…if only she'd been around on that first trip!

I thanked her and let her know that, even though we've been here before, I probably would not have remembered the details on operating the hot tub. We made formal introductions, and she let me know that they were about to head out to dinner, but perhaps would join us later that night around the pool. 

We were now the only people at the pool, so it was hot tub time. Mrs. K still had on her swimsuit bottoms under her robe, but with nearly 3 strong drinks in her, it didn't take a lot of negotiation to get her to slide them off from under the robe. We made our way over and slid in. 

We spent the next 30 to 45 minutes soaking, sipping, and doing what the old-timers might call "heavy petting." Toward the end of our soak, the handsome couple came down the stairs dressed for dinner, and waved to us with a "y'all behave."

Not long after, Mrs. K looked over with lusty eyes and said "it's time to go to the room." :pickle:

No need to go into much detail about two old married folks making relations, but vacation/tequila/hot tub/screen door is about as good as it gets in my world. It seems we always leave the outer door open, so that only the screen door is shut...you can hear the pool area, the sidewalk in front of the house, and in fact, if someone was paying attention from the sidewalk, they could see into our room. Anyway, a good time was had by all. 

We showered, changed clothes, and went out for a very casual dinner. We were back at the B&B by 8:00.

As we walked down the hall to our room, some late arrivals were coming in the front door with suitcases...two couples in what looked to be their late 30s. One of the wives (?) was in yoga pants (fist pump) and was a solid 8. The other was in the 6-7 range...nothing exciting, but not revolting. These looked to be very promising additions to the hot tub scene. 

Despite my curiosity in what might possibly transpire later in the evening, we were pretty exhausted from traveling, drinking and engaging in adult activities. I knew it was a "turn in early" kind of night, so we left the screen door open and eventually drifted off to the sounds of bubbling hot tub jets, the indiscernible conversations of our likely nude neighbors, and the anticipation of what day two in Nakedville might bring.

A little look ahead...Saturday afternoon/evening was epic...epically wonderful in some ways...epically disastrous in other ways. It will probably go down as the most memorable day of our four trips to date.

Stay tuned.

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He is just waiting for us West Coast folks.  Alright @Ray Karpis, i am at work and ready to read.  Please proceed. 

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Having had a full nights sleep, our second day started relatively early for a vacation. Mornings at this B&B can be interesting because you often run into the couples at breakfast that you were sitting around naked with the night before. We took our coffee out to the covered porch area around the pool and enjoyed the peace and quiet. 

Our primary agenda for the first part of the day was strolling around the Quarter and then touring a historical home after lunch. I won't turn this into a travel blog, but I really do enjoy walking the 2 to 3 blocks surrounding Bourbon Street. At our age now, Bourbon Street has virtually no appeal to me, but it's amazing how quiet the streets can be just a few blocks over. 

We did the touristy thing for most of the early part of the day. I've learned that it's important to balance out some regular activities with pool and spa time in the afternoons. Mrs. K gets her sightseeing, taking pictures, eating good food fix, and then by the afternoon she's ready to go back and relax. 

After having a couple Pimm's Cups at the Napoleon House, we Uber'd back to the B&B about 3:30 that afternoon. We had gone to the grocery store for a little supply of snacks and drinks our first day in, so we gathered up a little plate of cheese and nuts to go with our beverages. I always overby alcohol on trips like this. This time was no exception. In addition to the tequila and margarita mix, I also bought a Black Box Pinot Grigio. As I've said, Mrs. K and I are primarily wine drinkers. Ninety percent of the time we drink red because of the lower carb/sugar count compared to white. For whatever reason, Mrs. K wanted white wine this time. This would prove to be a bad decision. 

As we got back to our room to prepare for pool time, Mrs K announced "I think I want to drink wine this afternoon instead of margaritas." Knowing how many times I had to go back to the room to refill our drinks the previous day, I opted for Yetis.  I fixed my own Don Julio and soda and fixed Mrs. K up with white wine. Same routine as the day before, we donned our robes (Mrs. K with bottoms) and ventured out to paradise.

When we got to the pool, there were two guys in the hot tub, so we walked to the far, opposite end of the pool area and grabbed two lounge chairs. We were the only other people out there. The couple in the hot tub were hipster, lumberjack looking guys...both overweight...not really a pretty sight. Mrs. K informed me those guys were "bears."  :)

We gave the bears their privacy, drank a little, and talked. This went on for 30-45 minutes, at which point the bears departed, and I got up to refill. We had brunch that morning about 10:30, and so we never ate lunch (foreshadowing). I had a little buzz walking to the room, and I was a bit surprised that Mrs. K was ready for a refill. Nevertheless, per custom, I took a shot and then refilled our drinks...again using the Yetis. I toted the Black Box with me this time...in case I needed it.

When I returned, the bears were gone, but the hot tub already had new occupants...the handsome husband and the portly computer guy from the day before. I greeted them, but returned back to our chairs. We continued to drink and talk, the conversations getting goofier, the deeper into our drinks we got. Mrs. K had some book about changing habits with her, so she was cherry-picking pages to read to me, suggesting areas I needed help in...but I digress.

It being November, it was starting to get dark as it was probably 5:00 - 5:30 at this point. We were both getting a little sloshy...with little food and quickly going thru big drinks...it was turning into a great time.

It's important to remember, we've rarely shared hot tub time with other people on these trips. On our first trip, we had the "rookies" invite themselves in, but I can't remember a time we've stepped into the hot tub already occupied. In the summer, the pool is always an option, so we just kinda wait our turn. I throw that out lest you forget that Mrs. K - despite a few isolated incidents - is extremely modest.

Against that background, we had been waiting for the two guys to leave before getting into the hot tub, but they were dedicated to the cause. With the sun going down, it was getting chilly. Suddenly and unexpectedly, Mrs. K says, "I'm ready to get in." I was a little taken a back. There still were no females in the hot tub at this point, so I wasn't dying to get in with these other dudes. I told her, "they've been in awhile, I'm sure they won't be long"....to no avail.

Mrs. K gets up from her chair and reaches down to the Black Box spout to top off her already enormous "glass" of wine. She then turns to me and says, "I'm getting in...you coming?" So in we go.

I can't emphasize enough how awkward it is to get into this hot tub...especially with people already in there looking at you. I've said I'm pretty comfortable with how I look, but I don't particularly like wagging my balls 6 feet in front of other dudes. In any event, I went in first, trying to slide in sideways. Mrs. K had her back to the tub, took off her robe, and then quickly slid into the bubbles. I'm sure our friends were thrilled to have Mrs. K in their company. She was the best-looking woman there, she was younger and thinner than their spouses...it was a no lose for them.

As we started to converse, I could tell Mrs. K was unusually unhinged. She was lubed up. She was drunk. She chatted these guys up for a good while. Handsome husband was a golf pro (of course), they only vacation at nude or clothing optional resorts, first time at Nakedville, met portly guy several years ago at place in Key West, so on and so on. Mrs. K held up her end of the convo and it seemed apparent she was digging the attention.

She was sitting closest to them, and I honestly was zoning in and out of their conversation. After what seemed like 20 minutes or so, Mrs. K said she was getting really hot. It was chilly, so it was preferable to be down in the water...for awhile.

With that, Mrs. K hoisted herself up onto the edge of the hot tub...cans blazing...and continued the conversation without missing a beat. This was not my wife. I looked back at her to try to gauge whether she realized, or cared, that this 40+ mom of three was staging her own audition for the Hustler Club. She didn't care in the least. In fact, she was leaning back with her hands behind her, shoulders back...actually jutting her breasts out. I was astonished, scared... proud...titillated...confused...drunk.

It goes without saying, our tubmates were enjoying Mrs. K's company. I kept periodically looking back at her to get some recognition of this strange turn of events, but she was oblivious. 

The peep show abruptly ended when Mrs. K had to go to the restroom...it seems a bottle and a half of wine was the limit for her bladder. She lifted herself up, wrestled with her robe for way too long, and then headed off to the room...not before nearly falling into the pool after tripping on the edge of the deck. 

So it was just us dudes...

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42 minutes ago, Ray Karpis said:

So it was just us dudes...

FINALLY we get to the good stuff :popcorn::lol: 

 

 

@Ray Karpis Didn't I meet you at BBQfest one year? For some reason I feel like I did but it's been a while. You should bring the Missus this year :banned::D 

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56 minutes ago, Ray Karpis said:

Having had a full nights sleep, our second day started relatively early for a vacation. Mornings at this B&B can be interesting because you often run into the couples at breakfast that you were sitting around naked with the night before. We took our coffee out to the covered porch area around the pool and enjoyed the peace and quiet. 

Our primary agenda for the first part of the day was strolling around the Quarter and then touring a historical home after lunch. I won't turn this into a travel blog, but I really do enjoy walking the 2 to 3 blocks surrounding Bourbon Street. At our age now, Bourbon Street has virtually no appeal to me, but it's amazing how quiet the streets can be just a few blocks over. 

We did the touristy thing for most of the early part of the day. I've learned that it's important to balance out some regular activities with pool and spa time in the afternoons. Mrs. K gets her sightseeing, taking pictures, eating good food fix, and then by the afternoon she's ready to go back and relax. 

After having a couple Pimm's Cups at the Napoleon House, we Uber'd back to the B&B about 3:30 that afternoon. We had gone to the grocery store for a little supply of snacks and drinks our first day in, so we gathered up a little plate of cheese and nuts to go with our beverages. I always overby alcohol on trips like this. This time was no exception. In addition to the tequila and margarita mix, I also bought a Black Box Pinot Grigio. As I've said, Mrs. K and I are primarily wine drinkers. Ninety percent of the time we drink red because of the lower carb/sugar count compared to white. For whatever reason, Mrs. K wanted white wine this time. This would prove to be a bad decision. 

As we got back to our room to prepare for pool time, Mrs K announced "I think I want to drink wine this afternoon instead of margaritas." Knowing how many times I had to go back to the room to refill our drinks the previous day, I opted for Yetis.  I fixed my own Don Julio and soda and fixed Mrs. K up with white wine. Same routine as the day before, we donned our robes (Mrs. K with bottoms) and ventured out to paradise.

When we got to the pool, there were two guys in the hot tub, so we walked to the far, opposite end of the pool area and grabbed two lounge chairs. We were the only other people out there. The couple in the hot tub were hipster, lumberjack looking guys...both overweight...not really a pretty sight. Mrs. K informed me those guys were "bears."  :)

We gave the bears their privacy, drank a little, and talked. This went on for 30-45 minutes, at which point the bears departed, and I got up to refill. We had brunch that morning about 10:30, and so we never ate lunch (foreshadowing). I had a little buzz walking to the room, and I was a bit surprised that Mrs. K was ready for a refill. Nevertheless, per custom, I took a shot and then refilled our drinks...again using the Yetis. I toted the Black Box with me this time...in case I needed it.

When I returned, the bears were gone, but the hot tub already had new occupants...the handsome husband and the portly computer guy from the day before. I greeted them, but returned back to our chairs. We continued to drink and talk, the conversations getting goofier, the deeper into our drinks we got. Mrs. K had some book about changing habits with her, so she was cherry-picking pages to read to me, suggesting areas I needed help in...but I digress.

It being November, it was starting to get dark as it was probably 5:00 - 5:30 at this point. We were both getting a little sloshy...with little food and quickly going thru big drinks...it was turning into a great time.

It's important to remember, we've rarely shared hot tub time with other people on these trips. On our first trip, we had the "rookies" invite themselves in, but I can't remember a time we've stepped into the hot tub already occupied. In the summer, the pool is always an option, so we just kinda wait our turn. I throw that out lest you forget that Mrs. K - despite a few isolated incidents - is extremely modest.

Against that background, we had been waiting for the two guys to leave before getting into the hot tub, but they were dedicated to the cause. With the sun going down, it was getting chilly. Suddenly and unexpectedly, Mrs. K says, "I'm ready to get in." I was a little taken a back. There still were no females in the hot tub at this point, so I wasn't dying to get in with these other dudes. I told her, "they've been in awhile, I'm sure they won't be long"....to no avail.

Mrs. K gets up from her chair and reaches down to the Black Box spout to top off her already enormous "glass" of wine. She then turns to me and says, "I'm getting in...you coming?" So in we go.

I can't emphasize enough how awkward it is to get into this hot tub...especially with people already in there looking at you. I've said I'm pretty comfortable with how I look, but I don't particularly like wagging my balls 6 feet in front of other dudes. In any event, I went in first, trying to slide in sideways. Mrs. K had her back to the tub, took off her robe, and then quickly slid into the bubbles. I'm sure our friends were thrilled to have Mrs. K in their company. She was the best-looking woman there, she was younger and thinner than their spouses...it was a no lose for them.

As we started to converse, I could tell Mrs. K was unusually unhinged. She was lubed up. She was drunk. She chatted these guys up for a good while. Handsome husband was a golf pro (of course), they only vacation at nude or clothing optional resorts, first time at Nakedville, met portly guy several years ago at place in Key West, so on and so on. Mrs. K held up her end of the convo and it seemed apparent she was digging the attention.

She was sitting closest to them, and I honestly was zoning in and out of their conversation. After what seemed like 20 minutes or so, Mrs. K said she was getting really hot. It was chilly, so it was preferable to be down in the water...for awhile.

With that, Mrs. K hoisted herself up onto the edge of the hot tub...cans blazing...and continued the conversation without missing a beat. This was not my wife. I looked back at her to try to gauge whether she realized, or cared, that this 40+ mom of three was mocking an auditioning for the Hustler Club. She didn't care in the least. In fact, she was leaning back with her hands behind her, shoulders back...actually jutting her breasts out. I was astonished, scared... proud...titillated...confused...drunk.

It goes without saying, our tubmates were enjoying Mrs. K's company. I kept periodically looking back at her to get some recognition of this strange turn of events, but she was oblivious. 

The peep show abruptly ended when Mrs. K had to go to the restroom...it seems a bottle and a half of wine was the limit for her bladder. She lifted herself up, wrestled with her robe for way too long, and then headed off to the room...not before nearly falling into the pool after tripping on the edge of the deck. 

So it was just us dudes...

This sounds like a nightmare

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3 minutes ago, Hawkeye21 said:

Has it been said what B&B this is yet?  If not I believe I found it with a quick google search.

Not hard to find I wouldn't think....just don't post the name in the thread. I don't want this thread to show up on p.4 of a Google search. I'll confirm by PM.

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Not hard to find I wouldn't think....just don't post the name in the thread. I don't want this thread to show up on p.4 of a Google search.

Not hard at all to find.  If anyone wanted to know they'd find it with a quick google search of clothing optional b&b in New Orleans.  Looks like a very nice place.

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1 hour ago, Hawkeye21 said:

Not hard at all to find.  If anyone wanted to know they'd find it with a quick google search of clothing optional b&b in New Orleans.  Looks like a very nice place.

Pulled this image from the site and hosted a copy of it remotely so there is no digital link. I THINK that's the place. Guessing this is the scene of the story for those looking to visualize without doing legwork.  Indeed looks like a very nice place. 

 

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Pulled this image from the site and hosted a copy of it remotely so there is no digital link. I THINK that's the place. Guessing this is the scene of the story for those looking to visualize without doing legwork.  Indeed looks like a very nice place. 

 

That's the one.  Looks like a pretty fancy place with nice rooms too.

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