The wearing of clothing was expressly forbidden, except for during the, once-a-year, music-and-fun clothing optional event billed as a “biker rally”.
Rose and her husband had stumbled onto the festivities some years prior. She was a little self-conscious, at first, but liked the relaxed atmosphere and soon came to look anticipate their forays into nudism.
Her husband realized, long before they’d married, that Rose turned heads, and one whose head was definitely turned was, Hoss, a beefy man of mature years who, given the chance, would have spent his days nude and in the wind on his Harley. Hoss made no secret of his appreciation of Rose’s stunning good looks and she, being a woman, after all, basked in warmth of his attention.
Rose and her husband arrived at the spacious hot tub where Hoss assisted her entry, and she sat between the two men on the underwater bench. There, they surrendered to the effects of hot water, cold beer and chilled wine.
Eventually, more refreshments were required and husband volunteered to walk down the hill after them.
As Rose knelt on the bench, her arms resting on the edge of the tub, Hoss moved over and suggested he treat her to a back massage. She’d a little experience with his technique and readily agreed as his hands began to knead the sides of her neck.
Hot water a little alcohol and skilful hands moving skillfully down her back quickly put her into a state of near trance, which is why, perhaps, she made not protest when he ran his hands over her buttocks and in between her legs and over her smooth-shaven mound. She became more alert however, when she felt his hips press against her round ass, hands still manipulating the muscles of her back.
The first time she’d seen Hoss naked she knew that he was so named, not because of his hairy body or stocky build, but for the size of his cock. Seeing his thick member at rest was one thing, feeling it pressing against her bare buttocks, from behind, was quite another.
Hoss continued the wonderful massage and as swirling water rocked his hips against Rose’s body his already massive cock swelled and lengthened she could feel it extend beneath her, rubbing against her.
She felt a twinge of guilt as she involuntarily spread her knees, a bit more, and felt a little sexual rush, caught between guilty pleasure and the desire to cut and run.
As Hoss leaned into massaging her shoulders his hips press harder and Rose felt the massive tip of his penis beginning to slip past her full smooth lips and into her.
