Ginger was pissed off. How could an adults only nudist colony have such strict rules banning sexual activity of any kind. The warm Queensland sun felt soothing on her naked skin, but on the inside she seethed with indignation as she read the brochure she’d been handed on arriving at the Hairy Palms Naturist Resort. The idea apparently was to provide a place were adults could relax in a clothing optional environment without being pestered by noisy, mischievous children. But, the brochure was careful to point out, this was not one of those free and easy swinger’s clubs masquerading as a naturist resort. Lewd or lascivious behaviour could get you banned for up to six months. Lewd and lascivious were Ginger’s specialities. Those two words summed up her personality. Now she was told she was going to have to pretend to be something she wasn’t. Wasn’t that contrary to the philosophy of nudism? Weren’t you supposed to be more your natural self without clothes? She’d been wanting to come to a nudist colony for years. It seemed perfect. She was an exhibitionist and a voyeur. And she liked guys and gals equally. She loved looking at nude people in all their shapes and sizes, and the idea of them surrounding her in the flesh – boobs bouncing, butts wiggling, cocks jiggling – was very exciting. And she hoped that a lot of them would be looking at her too. So far the few people she met as she checked in and made her way to her cabin in the woods had been very friendly and she’d noticed a couple of guys checking out her boobs while trying not to be too obvious about it. It was fun trying to catch them and giving them a wink. But they really didn’t have to be so subtle about it. Having her hairless pussy stared at was one of Ginger’s favourite things. Sometimes she wanked off to fantasies of being a stripper pushing her throbbing snatch right up into the faces of leering strangers. Thinking about all these things was just making it worse. Ginger could feel wetness dribbling over her pussy lips and making a puddle on the canvas deck chair on Maltepe Escort which she was reclining. She really, really needed a wank. Along with exhibitionism and voyeurism, masturbating was Ginger’s other great love. Most of the time she’d rather finger herself than get fucked. She’d had some fantastic fucks in her life, but it wasn’t a sure thing, and her fingers were. And best of all was combining all three of her loves – finger-fucking herself while watching another wanker watching her do it. She did it regularly with guys on web cam, and sometimes in the flesh, but her big fantasy was to find herself a female wank buddy. But for now it looked like she was going to have to hide away in her cabin with the shades pulled so as not to break camp rules. “What about boners?” she couldn’t help asking herself as she pulled down the shades. Could a guy get expelled for popping a chubby? Ginger was a kind-hearted woman, the last thing she wanted was to be responsible for getting someone else in trouble. But it could happen. She could imagine it. There she would be, bending down to pick a daisy, her moist pink snatch just peaking insouciantly out beneath her peachy soft bum cheeks, when, all of a sudden – “B-O-I-N-G! B-O-I-N-G! B-O-I-N-G! B-O-I-N-G!” – the woods would reverberate with the unmistakable sound of boners being popped. She would turn to face the chaos she had wrought only the be startled by the sight of the Nudism Police suddenly leaping from their places of concealment behind various eucalyptus trees Tazers at the ready. It was all too horrible to contemplate. Was this holiday going to be a disaster? She lay back on her bed feeling dejected. But her pussy really did need to be played with, and, as always, masturbating took her to her own magic place. She thought about all of the men and women who would see her nude body during this vacation. The Anti-Jack Off Jackboot Brigade might stop them from responding right away, but how many would keep her in their spank bank? How many of her fellow Maltepe Escort Bayan campers – men and women – would lie back on their beds when they got home dreaming of her as they wanked off like she was doing now? How many guys with their hands wrapped around their throbbing hot cocks dreaming that she was sucking what they held in their fist. Or dreaming of fucking her in the pussy or in the ass. Or squirting their cum all over her tits or her ass or her face. She didn’t care as long as it was thoughts of her that were stiffening their cocks and causing them to squirt fountains of hot cum all over themselves. And then there were the women, dreaming of masturbating with her, or rubbing their web pussies all over her body, or licking and sucking on her clit while she did the same for them. As they imagined this they would be pinching their nipples and rubbing their clits, or maybe filling their aching pussies with dildoes or vibrators or their sleeping husband’s fat fingers, anything that would get them to that cum. As she played with her slippery wet pussy, moaning and grinding her hips, Ginger’s mind exploded into a fantasy world where guys came like fire hoses drenching their bedroom walls in sloppy spunk and women squirted so much that every room in their house was submerged in a tidal wave of pussy juice. Ginger was still laying there in an exhausted but euphoric state when their was a knock at the door. Quickly she dried her sopping wet pussy on the bed sheet and ran to answer the door. Standing on the door step was a pretty blonde of about thirty. Her body was slim but shapely, with full breasts and a shaven pussy. She had the all-over tan of a seasoned nudist. “Hi,” she said. “I’m your neighbour. Sally’s my name.” She held out her hand. “My name is Ginger. Come on in.” She motioned for Sally to precede her into the lounge room. The site of Sally’s nude bottom swinging loosely in front of her told Ginger who would be the subject of her next masturbation fantasy. But little did she Escort Maltepe know that it wouldn’t be just fantasy. “So how are you enjoying your stay?” Sally asked, pushing back her long blonde hair, as they sat close together on the sofa with their legs crossed toward each other. “Well, I only just got here this afternoon,” Ginger explained. She paused. “I was just reading the brochure. Errr, I’m not sure about all these rules and regulations.” “What rules and regulations?” Sally looked puzzled. “Well, it says something about them being able to ban you for six months,” Ginger replied. “Oh,” said Sally, raising her eyebrows and smiling a teasingly naughty smile. “For ‘lewd and lascivious behaviour’. Now don’t tell me you’re planning to be lewd and lascivious.” “Well, what counts as lewd and lascivious?” she wanted to know. “What if I bump into a man and my hand accidentally touches his penis?” “Well,” smiled Sally. “That’s an accident. As long as it stops there you shouldn’t get in any trouble.” “Well, that’s a relief,” Ginger sighed. “But if touching his cock turned you on,” Sally expounded, “you’re not allowed to grab a hold of it and say, ‘Hey, Big Boy, fancy a fuck!’” “Damn!” cursed Ginger. “They’re such spoil sports. It’d be so much fun to grab a complete stranger by the cock and drag him into the bushes for an impromptu fuckfest.” Sally threw her head back and laughed a full throaty belly laugh that made her boobs jiggle enticingly. “We’re just a hopeless pair of lewd and lascivious women,” she smiled, patting Ginger on the knee. “Old Red Beard’s got his work cut out with us.” “Red Beard?” asked Ginger, imagining a crusty old pirate forcing her to walk the plank in the nude. “Well, that’s what I call him,” explained Sally. “He’s the camp inspector, a middle-aged guy with a red beard and a beer belly. He’s the one who makes sure there’s no hanky-panky.” “Let’s hope we don’t get caught,” Ginger replied. “Oh, I’ve been caught already,” Sally sighed. “He’ll be keeping a close eye on me, that’s for sure. I’m on probation after a six month ban.” “What did you do?” asked Ginger, exitedly. “I accidentally gave my boyfriend Harry a blowjob down by the waterfall,” Sally confessed. “How can you accidentally give someone a blowjob?” Ginger enquired. “He was eating an eclair,” Sally explained. “You know what they’re like.