Naughty Nun Stories
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Two Naughty Nuns Go Swimming
Fiction Sex Story: Two Naughty Nuns Go Swimming - Naughty Nun Stories, is a collection of three short stories. Two Naughty Nuns Go swimming: contains explicit sex scene. An Unexpected Roommate: has just a bit of sex. Sister Carmen’s Confession: is all about her fantasies.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Masturbation Oral Sex
(Codes, M/F, oral Sex, Concensual)
My 1:00 to 8:00 pm shift had just ended when I climbed down from my Lifeguard station. The beach was officially closed when lifeguards were off duty, and you swam at your own risk. The police periodically patrolled the beach to discourage anyone from swimming. However, it’s a free county, so if you did swim after hours, it was at your own risk.
The sun was going down, so I took off my sunglasses. I walked up from the beach and went to my favorite place to get a steak and cheese sub and a beer. I sat at an outside table and ate, then did what I do three or four times a week. I went back to the beach.
I had just ridden a wave into shore when two nuns holding their shoes in their hands were walking ankle-deep in the water. I stood up and said, “Hi.” They jumped back, startled and then giggled. The shorter nun addressed me, “Well, hi yourself, young man. You do know the beach is closed for swimming.” The Sister waved her hand toward the lifeguard station, “As you can see, all the lifeguards have gone home.”
It was my turn to smile, “I know. I’m the lifeguard.”
“Oh, well, I guess it’s all right then.”
“I’m not supposed to, but it’s the only time I can take a dip and relax. I think I’ve seen you walking around this time before.”
“We try to walk here once or twice during the week. It’s so peaceful, and we do love the ocean.”
I had to agree with her, “It’s nice after the crowd leaves. Like now, when you can hear the ocean instead of the kids screaming at the top of their lungs.”
“I know. After teaching the little ones, we enjoy the quiet too.” The Sister kicked the water and said, “The wet sand feels so good on my feet. I used to love swimming in the ocean when I was younger.”
“Why don’t you? I could even keep an eye out and make sure you don’t drown.”
“We couldn’t possibly. It’s a public beach. If anyone saw us, it would be quite the scandal.”
“Yeah, and swimming in that habit would be almost impossible,” I suggested, adding a little levity to our conversation.
The Sisters chuckled, “Yes, I would surely need your services if I tried that.” Then she sighed, “I do miss swimming in the ocean, especially at night. Somehow, the water always felt warmer at night to me. I understand it’s because the air is cooling faster than the water.”
“Hey, I don’t know if you would be interested, but I know a private spot where you could swim. No one would even know you’re there. It’s a little out of the way, and the beach is not as nice as here, but it’s very private. I’m Douglas O’Donnell, by the way.” I stuck out my hand.
The shorter of the two nuns shook my hand, “I’m Sister Margaret, and this is Sister Grace. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. O’Donnell.”
“I prefer that you call me Doug or Douglas.” I leaned closer to Sister Margaret and whispered as if this was a clandestine operation, “How about it, Sister? Want to go swimming?”
Sister Grace, the quiet one, said, “I really don’t think that would be appropriate.”
Sister Margaret seemed enthusiastic about the idea, “I’d do it, Grace. I really would. You could come with us? You know, as my chaperone. I haven’t been swimming in the ocean since I was a teenager.”
“You’re serious, Margaret. You would go with this young man to a private beach, in the dark, to go swimming.”
Suddenly, I was embarrassed standing in front of two nuns in nothing but my bathing trunks, “I’m sorry, Sister. I was way out of line suggesting something like that. Sorry. Have a nice evening.” I walked quickly up to the lifeguard station and put on my t-shirt to cover myself. I expected the two sisters to continue their walk, but they stood there talking. Sister Margaret kept looking back at me in between talking to Sister Grace. I knew they were discussing me, so I didn’t leave.
After a woman jogged by with her dog on a leash, the two Sisters walked up to the lifeguard station. Sister Grace stood with her hands folded in front of her and informed me, “We decided we would like to go swimming, if you’re still willing to take us. Having a lifeguard along would be, well ... reassuring.” Sister Margaret was smiling.
“I’m on duty for the next three nights. I get off at 8:00. I could drive you any time after that.”
“Is the day after tomorrow good? We will need a little time to get a few things together.”
“A bathing suit, Sister?” Sister Margaret said.
“Yes, bathing suits. Tomorrow night, I’ll bring what we need, and you can hold it for us.
True to her word, Sister Grace came by the next night a little after 7:00 and gave me a large tote bag with their towels, bathing suits and robes. Sister Grace said, “I have to get back to the convent. We will be here tomorrow night, Douglas.”
“I’ll be here.”
Sister Grace hurried back down the beach the way she came.
Sister Grace and Sister Margaret arrived a few minutes before my shift was over. They stood close to the water and looked out to sea. They started walking toward me as soon as I climbed down from the lifeguard tower and put on my windbreaker. Sister Grace looked a little anxious. Sister Margaret was smiling.
I greeted them, “Glad you could make it. My Jeep is in the parking lot.” I turned and started walking toward the parking lot. The two Sisters followed a respectful five steps behind. There would be plausible deniability if questioned about why they were following me. When I unlocked the Jeep, they hurried into the back seat. It was not an open Jeep, so there wasn’t much chance anyone would notice them. I could always claim I was just their driver. Basically, I was, except for the fact that I was taking them to a secluded beach at night.
I drove the sisters 8 miles up the coast and down a rough dirt road posted with No Trespassing signs. Driving over 15 miles an hour was taking a risk of doing damage to my vehicle.
Of course, the good Sisters noticed the signs. “Douglas, if I’m not mistaken, we just passed a No Trespassing sign.”
“It’s okay, Sister. The land belongs to my Grandmother. I told her I was coming here tonight. She is 73 years old, so you don’t have to worry about her coming down to check on us or calling the police.
I parked at the dead end. My four-year-old Jeep Cherokee handled the abuse pretty well. I handed back the tote bag with the robes and bathing suits they had left with me. “I’ll wait outside.” I got out of the Jeep and waited for them to change.
Fifteen minutes later, Sister Grace warned me as they got out of the Jeep. “You just keep your eyes front, Douglas.”
There’s a nearly vertical incline you have to traverse, which makes getting to the water difficult at night unless you know the way. The beach is composed of pebbles rather than just sand, but once you move a few feet into the water, the bottom becomes sandy without any significant undertow.
Of course, they were well covered from neck to mid-calf in a robe when they got out of the Jeep. When they said they were ready, I gave each of them a flashlight and led them down the path that led to the bottom of the incline. When they were a few feet from the water, they took off their robes and handed them to me. They stepped over the kelp and put their feet in the water. Of course, I couldn’t help but check them out in their conservative one-piece black bathing suits. Sister Grace was tall, maybe 5’ 8”, thin and long in the legs, whereas Sister Margaret was only about 5’ 4” and a bit pudgy. I sat at what I thought was a respectable distance away from them. I felt responsible for them, so I stayed close enough that I would know if they needed any help. Imagine not being able to swim in the ocean since they were teenagers.
They got in the water and were splashing each other while letting the waves roll over them. They were having a grand ole time. I sat playing lifeguard and listened to them laughing and screeching when the bigger waves hit them. After about forty-five minutes, they came out of the water and quickly grabbed a robe to cover themselves. “We’d better go, Douglas. If we stay out too late, they will worry and wonder where we are.
I sat in the driver’s seat, looking straight ahead as they changed out of their bathing suits behind the Jeep. When they had changed back into their habit and got in the Jeep, they handed me their robes and the tote bag with their bathing suits wrapped in the damp towels and said, “Would you be a dear and throw everything in the washer and dryer and hold them for us. That’s if you’re willing to take us swimming again?”
“Of course, Sister. I feel bad that you didn’t get to stay a little longer. You were having such a good time. I have Monday and Tuesday nights off. If you can get away earlier, I could take you swimming one of those nights?”
“No, Douglas. As nice as that sounds, we couldn’t possibly take up your free evening.”
“Sister, I have nothing better to do on a Monday and Tuesday night. If it were a Friday or Saturday night, I might have a problem with it. So feel free to take advantage of me.”
What do you think, Grace? Classes are over at 3:00, and dinner by 6:00. We could meet Douglas at 6:30 and be back by 9:30 at the latest.
So it was agreed. I would take the sisters swimming on one of my nights off. Taking the sisters swimming on Tuesday night became a part of my weekly routine. By the third week, the sisters had relaxed a bit around me. If it was a very warm night, they didn’t bother wearing their robes as they followed me down the path to the beach. I kept a respectable distance as they played in the surf for over an hour and were ready to go back to the nunnery. They were no longer concerned that I saw them in their bathing suits.
It was on our fourth Tuesday night at the beach when Sister Margaret invited me to join them.
“You should come in, Douglas. It’s really nice and warm tonight.”
“No, I’d better stay over here.” I really didn’t see any harm in it, but Sister Grace still seemed a little standoffish.
“Oh, come on. We know you like to get in the water when you can. You can body surf; the waves are perfect now.”
Twice more, Sister Margaret encouraged me. Sister Grace finally said, “You might as well come in, Douglas, or she will not stop badgering you.” I figured, what the hell? What harm could it do to accept their invitation? I took off my shorts and T-shirt and waded out waist-deep, letting the waves wash over my chest but keeping a respectable distance from them. I gave the sisters a warning. “Don’t go too far. I need to be able to hear you if you need help. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
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