August 7^th, 2024

After Sunday’s debacle with Ricky and Terry I needed some feminine touch, and lots of it. I thought about calling Abby but decided to call Steph instead and take her up on the offer of throwing a party for me. I told her I wanted something public, something girls-only, and that I wanted to be the center of attention.

Yesterday, an hour before dusk when the day had started to cool off, Steph picked me up and drove me to the nude beach that I frequent, but she took me to the farthest end of the parking lot and then took me on foot farther up the beach than I’d ever been, well past where anyone else was relaxing. I was wearing a bikini and a sheer cover-up. Steph brought a cooler of drinks and a giant beach mat which she spread out a little ways back from the waterline under the shade of some eucalyptus trees. She kept checking her phone while we sat together and drank water until she finally pulled out a blindfold and told me to put it on because the tops were almost here and she wanted me to be surprised.

I put the blindfold on and my stomach, which had already been full of butterflies, started doing somersaults in anticipation. I nervously finished my bottle of water and played with the empty until Steph grabbed it out of my hands and told me that they were here. I took my blindfold off and there were four absolutely stunning women in all different sizes, shapes, and colors, and despite the tiny lesbian community in my city I didn’t recognize any of them. Some of them were wearing swimsuits but two were wearing street clothes which made me feel vulnerable in the hottest of ways. I looked down the beach to make sure that no one had moved close enough to see us.

I stood up as the four women all approached me and they started petting and rubbing me all over my body. One of them, a Latina soft butch a couple inches shorter than me with unbelievable curves poorly hidden by her baggy t-shirt and cargo pants, helped me out of my cover up, and the dark-skinned amazon of a woman with short-cropped graying hair pulled down the straps on my bikini while kissing me and telling me that everything was going to be alright, I was in good hands. And I knew I was. There was a tiny White girl who couldn’t have been older than 25 kissing me up and down my legs and then an Asian woman built like a power lifter helped me sit back down on the mat.

Over the next thirty or forty minutes I was loved all over my body (except my feet, not into that). I was cuddled and gently stimulated on the most sensitive parts of my breasts, my belly, my neck and shoulders, my lower back, the backs and inner surfaces of my thighs, my vulva. Eight hands, four mouths, four warm torsos on me, holding me and kissing me. They let me touch them, too, let me fill all of my senses with their bodies. The tiny White girl had a surprising bubble butt, I might want to play with her again some time. They took turns letting me lap up the wetness between their legs while kneeling over my face (except the Asian power lifter, who didn’t want to be touched between her legs at all) and they fed me my own juices off of their fingers. When I was good and warmed up the Latina and the butch Asian each took out their straps and first one, then the other, penetrated me while the others continued to caress me, kiss my mouth, stroke my hair, and tell me how hot and beautiful I am and that I deserve to feel good things.

I don’t think I can measure the experience in how many times or how hard I came. Although there was plenty of that, that wasn’t really what it was about. Don’t get me wrong, it was hot as hell, but mostly I felt safe and cared for. These four strangers (plus Steph) came together to treat my body as something sacred.