Abbie’s Spring Break
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Chapter 3: Tell vs. Show
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 3: Tell vs. Show - Dean’s List overachiever Abbie hasn't partied since high school — so her nudist parents drag her to South Padre Island for spring break, determined to fix that. She never expects a shy college guy named Abe to steal her heart, his nervousness hidden by too much free beer. What starts as flirtation becomes something much more intense, erotic, and lasting — beyond when the holiday ends and they have to return to university together.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Swinging Cream Pie Exhibitionism Massage Oral Sex Big Breasts Nudism
ABE
Inside the Fulton’s RV, the first thing I saw was Abbie’s mom operating the little cooktop, wearing only a little protective apron. I swung my eyes to the left, and there was her father wearing nothing. His face was flushed, his body was sweaty, and there were other places particularly damp. The mom was red-faced as well, so I gathered heat from the cooktop was not to blame.
I turned again, about to ask Abbie if we should come back later. But she was coming out of her tiny swimsuit too. She was giving me a challenging look, as if reminding me I did have fair warning.
I said, “I guess the rule is, when in Paris, do as the French do.” So I rushed in for an open-mouthed kiss. After a moment, we had a quick tongue-to-tongue meetup, and then I stepped back.
I continued, “Sorry, it’s when in Rome, do as the Romans do.” I skinned down my shorts, opened the door, and tossed them out towards the tent. When I shut the door and turned back, Abbie was still gaping and her father was grinning at me.
“Abe, I’m Wayne Fulton, and my lovely wife is Laurie. We’re pleased to see you. All of you, even. Heh. So, you’re comfortable with our undress code?”
“Wayne, I’m so hungry right now I’d do anything to be fed. Laurie could lead me up and down the beach like a donkey while holding some of that bacon in front of my nose.”
Laurie said, “I think we have enough bacon, along with scrambled eggs. Do you put anything on your eggs?”
I said, “This morning, I only want Advil, or Tylenol. Do you have anything like that?”
Abbie jumped in then. “I have some Motrin. It’s ibuprofen, just in a girly package. Hangover?”
“Yeah, a pretty bad one. It’s making me hallucinate that I’m a nudist guest of a nudist family.”
Abbie passed me to look through her belongings for the Motrin. I realized I was staring at her ass and quickly looked away, only to see Laurie’s ass framed by the strings of her apron. Finally, I looked down at the floor, but Wayne saw the entire thing and chuckled.
“Son, if we didn’t like being stared at, we’d put clothes on. Try to relax. Here, help me fold out the table so we can eat.”
The RV was designed to take advantage of every bit of space. It reminded me of the Transformer toys I had as a kid, where a car became a robot and a truck became the leader of the ... Autobots?
Finally, we were able to sit down and enjoy breakfast. Food, coffee, and Motrin quickly improved my headache, and I was able to join the conversation and mumble the way I must have spoken last night.
Meanwhile, I was internally reviewing the last 24 hours, including yesterday at the beach. That part was cloudy, but pieces were coming back—Abbie laughing, leaning towards me, and eventually inviting me to visit where they were staying.
I’d never met anyone like her. The nudism wasn’t the only part that was new to me, but it was consistent with her personality. She was always leaning forward, animated, talking with her hands, even standing up and walking around from time to time. And when she listened, her eyes stayed on you, fully engaged.
She was living proof that blonde jokes were wrong, though she still told a few just for laughs.
I remember clearly that I was blown away. Like I was alone with her on that crowded beach.
And then I shamed myself, spewing into the Gulf. And she stayed with me. Still. Still!
Somehow, I’d hit the lottery. There was no other explanation.
Abbie and I did the cleanup after we finished eating. While we were doing that and standing side by side at the sink, she’d nudge her hip into me. When stray suds landed on her boob, she looked down, archly, and waited for me to brush them off.
While we were working, Laurie announced that she and Wayne would be going to the beach for a few hours. While they were gone, they wanted me to use their bed to rest and finish getting over my hangover.
“We’ll leave Abbie with you to nurse you back to full health.” To Abbie, “You’ll take good care of him, won’t you?”
“I sure will.” And then, Abbie winked at me! I didn’t know what to say, but I’m sure my face was flushing, and I felt a little stirring “down there.”
After that, Abbie’s parents were rummaging around collecting their gear for the beach. Laurie put on a bikini that was just as miniature as Abbie’s was. Wayne wore, of course, a Speedo. In other words, the proverbial banana hammock. Laurie poked it and said, “Looking hot, honey.”
“Sweetie, I need to look after the RV’s systems before we leave. Give me about ten minutes.”
I had to cover my mouth because Wayne strapped on a full tool belt before going outside. The sight of a middle-aged man packed into a bulging Speedo and wearing an elaborate tool belt was just too ludicrous.
Through the window, I watched him tap the propane regulator, check the leveling blocks, the wheel chocks, and mutter to himself like he was preparing the RV for full-scale deployment.
Laurie leaned in while adjusting her tiny bikini. “If he doesn’t fuss with that thing, he’ll fret about it all day.”
Wayne made one last adjustment, nodded to himself, and finally joined Laurie. Soon, they were gone.
After the last 20 hours, the idea of laying out on an actual mattress was appealing, but Abbie had clearly showed she wanted more than just a nap from me.