“I do not have a companion anymore,” I told the organizer over the phone. “My husband left me for his secretary.”“I am sorry to hear that.” She sounded sincere.“May I come on my own?”“Of course.”“Won’t that throw your numbers out?”“We always welcome a unicorn. Besides, we cannot have the festival without our guest speaker.”“I am glad to hear that.”“I have just one question.”“Yes….?”“Will you participate?”“I would love to, if anyone would find me sexy enough.”“Oh, Dr. Valerie, you will blow them away.”“Call me Kelly, please,” I said.“That settles it. We will see you on Friday.” During the week before the festivities, I completed my speech manuscript; spent a few hours a day naked in the sun; had my pussy hair removed; had my prematurely greying dark hair cut short and did some last-minute shopping. At home, I walked mostly naked and when I went to town, I dressed in a short thin summer dress with spaghetti straps and nothing underneath. That caused a few wide-eyed stares, a lot of clicks from disapproving women and sexy grins from aroused men.As Friday drew closer, I became nervous to go on my own to a nudist swingers’ convention in the Magaliesberg Mountains in South Africa. What made me agree to such insanity? As a respected lecturer at the University of Johannesburg in Integral Theology, I should not even have considered going public in the nude. And there I was as giddy as a schoolgirl on her first date with a boy she had a crush on. My vagina, no scrap that, my pussy was as slippery wet as the summer rain on parched land and my pussy lips as puffed up as fresh croissants. My clitoris was pure sensational nerves. Every little bump or touch would send me in a bodily bliss.With all the discipline I could gather I did not give in to the temptation to relief my sexual frustrations. I wanted to save it for the weekend. How I longed for someone to go down on me, to pleasure me, to make me orgasm, to Şerifali Escort send me into orbital bliss. Martin was never able to do that and for the last fourteen years of our twenty-year marriage, he didn’t even touch me. All my knowledge gathered from books would be put to the test that weekend. Now was the time to gather experiential knowledge or as the mystics called it, gnosis. As I drove down the winding road to the Sun-Kissed Valley the wetness between my legs threatened to flood my car. I did not want them to know how desperate I was for passionate lovemaking. Grabbing a Kleenex, I wiped the wetness from my pussy, sniffed my own juices and brought my attention back to the road. Winding down the window, I became aware of the silence of the bush. There were no cars honking, no people shouting at each other and no buzz of city life. Just the silence of the African bush. I could hear birds calling, but as a city woman, their sounds were unfamiliar to me.“Dr. Kelly Valerie,” said a blond naked woman with a broad smile, as I got out the car. “Welcome to our corner of Paradise.” She enthusiastically hugged me, her breasts squashing against my thin summer dress. As she released me, I looked at her, a woman in her early fifties, with a few extra pounds and still beautiful. Her mound was clean-shaven and her eyes sparkling blue.“I’m Celia, the organizer of this event. Welcome. How was your trip? Is there anything I can do?”“Thank you…”Celia rambled on about the place and how glad she was that I have arrived. I was immediately attracted to her, to her joi de vivre and her openness.“Let me show you to your bungalow.” Picking up my small bag and a food basket, I followed Celia to a small thatched chalet, with three sides open, a bed in the center, at the back “wall” a small kitchen to the right and an open-air toilet, shower and washbasin to the left. I was taken aback. Şerifali Escort Bayan There was no privacy. The next hut was about twenty yards further away, separated by a few scrubs and a large shady tree. I could not see the occupants. Maybe this was I needed after a lifetime hiding behind walls, cherishing my privacy.“I’ll give you time to freshen up before I’ll show you more of the place,” she said after she showed me how the shower and the gas stove worked. Without saying anything else, Celia left me standing there, flabbergasted. Looking at her beautiful ass as she walked away, I hoped that the next few days I would experience things I wouldn’t regret.The cold shower refreshed me in the early morning heat. With climate change and the El Nino creating havoc across the world we needed to use as little water as possible. I vowed that as long as I was in the Valley, I would never shower alone. I knew I made promises I might not be able to keep, not on my part, but others might not be interested in sharing a shower with me. That was the ego’s vanity talking again and I quickly reminded myself to live in the moment, to accept things as they were. Life had a greater plan for all of us that I could have imagined.“Feeling better?” Celia asked as she entered the bungalow.For the first time in my adult life, I was naked in the presence of another person, other than my ex-husband. As Celia looked at me, I became self-conscious and I wanted to hide my breasts and naked vulva from her eyes. It was as if all the muscles in my body tensed up to overcome the scrutiny. I had to use all my self-discipline not to give in to the shame of years of social conditioning about public nudity.Then I saw something else in her eyes that I haven’t had for more than twenty years; acceptance.“Much better,” I answered, as I relaxed, feeling the tension drain away.You are sexy and beautiful,” Escort Şerifali said Celia, to put me further at ease. “You’re going to cause a lot of erections and wet pussies, my dear. I know I’m wet already.” She stepped forward and hugged me again, this time our breasts and mounds touched, unhindered by the trappings of society. I hugged her back and she kissed me on my mouth, a wet sensual kiss. Opening my mouth in astonishment, I was surprised by her tongue slipping into my mouth. It took me a moment before I could react, my mind still reeling from the overwhelming sensations my body picked up.“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t resist. You’re so fucking desirable,” she said as she stepped back, releasing me. “Please forgive me.”I didn’t expect her reaction, but I knew I had to move fast. Taking her beautiful face in my hands, I pulled her closer and kissed her again, this time pushing my tongue into her mouth. After a few minutes of passionate kissing, I dropped my hands to her full breasts and played with her nipples. Just to make sure that I am that desirable, I inserted a finger between her pussy folds and discovered that she wasn’t telling a lie. She was dripping wet. When I rubbed her clit, she sucked my tongue deeper with the sharp inhalation of her breath.“Lunch is ready, and the others want to meet Dr. Valerie,” said someone. We broke our embrace, breathless, the passion still high.“Graham,” said Celia, without any guilt or shame. “Dr. Valerie, let me introduce you to my husband, Graham. Graham, this is Kelly.”A tall well-built man with a shaven head stepped into the room, his erection on full display. I couldn’t help smiling as I remembered Mae West’s famous line: “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?” Graham must have seen my smile and my gaze on his erection.“I am glad to see… meet you,” he said, extending his hand to greet me.When in Rome… I stepped forward and hugged him, flattening his cock against my tummy and squashed my tits against his pecks.“Graham is an excellent lover,” said Celia as I let go of her husband.“With such a package, it is no wonder,” I said, hoping that his manhood, cock, would find its way into my pussy before the day was out.