I've rented a cabin for my one week Summer vacation. It's way out in the woods of Maine, with a path that leads down to a privately-owned beach with a low dock and a canoe. I'd been there several times before, and it is just the perfect place to get away from it all, and to recuperate from the rigors of my work and my increasingly wild and complicated social life. As soon as I pull into the driveway and drag my suitcase into the bedroom, I walk straight down to the water's edge.

It's so secluded there. Only one other cabin is on this stretch of the shoreline, and I've never seen anyone occupying it. Otherwise, it's a half mile to the nearest civilization. As I had done in other years, I feel comfortable with skinny-dipping in this secluded spot, and so I strip down immediately and dive into the cool, clear water. It is such a sensuous feeling having the liquid press against all of my flesh, intertwining with my long flowing blond hair and my arms and my legs and my sparse pubic hair. Immediately, my nipples harden and become sensitive, and I can feel the contrast of cold water and the warm flesh of my cunt. The breast stroke is my favorite when I swim in the nude, as it allows the water to wash deep in between the folds of my labia.

After swimming out a hundred yards, I flip onto my back and float on my back, paddling slowly back into the dock. The sun beats down on my face, and through my squint I can see the erect nubs of my nipples floating above the lapping wavelets.

I pull myself up and onto the dock, and arrange myself on the chaise lounge chair facing the sun. Then I smear sun lotion all over my body. Once the wide expanses of skin have been covered, I drop some lotion onto my breasts and give them a deep and gentle massage, twisting the slippery nipples. Oh, I'm getting stimulated now, and it's not long until I squirt lotion into the palm of one hand and smear it into cunt, and I make circular motions with my fingers that push and pull my swollen lips back all around. I pull my knees back toward my shoulders and let my feet be planted on the dock well to the sides of the chair. Now using the fingers of both hands, I grasp the outer lips and pull them wide apart, leaning forwards to examine my wet, pink flower of womanhood. The petals are crinkled and scalloped, and I can see the opening to my vagina winking open and closed. It is too much for me to hold off, so I insert one finger deep inside and hook it upward so that it can circle and play over my G spot. My other fingers dart and dodge all over my unhooded clitoris and inner lips, and I can feel the flesh inflating with the hot blood of my desire. It is amazing how quickly my orgasm arrives, I'm sure that I have only been playing with myself for a couple of minutes. But here it is already, pulsating and throbbing all through my body. In the solitude, I feel safe in expressing the beauty of this moment, so I let out deep sigh that slowly transforms itself into a guttural grunt and finally a rising scream that would probably scare anyone if they could hear me. But this is exactly how I feel - wild, uninhibited, and free.

Gradually, I let the muscles of my body relax, and my head loll back. Pulling my soaking-wet hands out of my cunt, I spread the liquid over my upper thighs and up to my belly button. Hearing the twitter of the birds over my head, I am soon fast asleep, dreaming of wild sex with strangers.

Slowly, the dreamy sleep state ebbs from my body, and I become increasingly aware of reality. But with my eyes still closed, there is something going on that seems connected in with my dreams. I hear people talking about sex. Where am I? I though I was alone out in the wilderness of Maine. But I'm sure that these voices are discussing sex, specifically stories that they have read on the Alt.sex.stories group of the Internet. Oh my god, these are real people that read that stuff. So do I, and recently I even posted a story myself ("Me Doll, You Huge"). They have probably read my story, I realize. Hearing them talk, it is obvious that they really get off on the wild fantasies.

Opening my eyes slightly, I squint out over the water to the dock of the supposedly uninhabited cabin. Sitting on the edge facing my dock are two young and beautiful people, a man and a woman, maybe 25 years old or so. They look like they could be magazine models for Calvin Klein: sleek, tanned, and tightly muscled. Their bodies are certainly easy for me to examine, as they are also enthusiasts of skinny- dipping. Their wet hair lets me know that they have already been in for a dip. I must have been deep into my sleep to not be awakened.

As I sneak my look at them through hooded eyelids, I realize that what I can see of them, they can see of me. I am also nude. In fact, I am lying back on this chaise lounge with my legs still spread to either side, and my cunt spread wide. Now that I focus attention on my position, I can even feel the cool touch of the breeze on my damp cunt. Without looking, I know that my golden pubic hair is matted flat to my pubic mound, stiff with the dried up vaginal juices that I spread around. My instinct is to pull my legs together and to run away back up to the cabin. But I feel frozen in this position, and now that I think of it, it is a little late to be modest, for they have been sitting on the dock facing me for a while, I guess. They are only 40 or 50 feet away, so it seems a little silly to become modest and secretive about my body when they have already examined it in detail.

So here I am being an exhibitionist, and it is a new and exciting experience. I can feel the first tendrils of sexual flame coursing through my nerves, yet I'm not sure what to do about it. So far, they have no indication that I have awakened. Should I sit up and wave to them, starting a conversation as if this was a chance meeting in the supermarket?

As I lay there trying to decide what to do, I let myself hear the content of their dialogue. They aren't talking about the erotic stories on the Net anymore. They are now discussing parts of a woman's body. How beautiful a woman's breast is when it is firm and upright, and when it has a kind of secondary breast that lies just under the surface of the areola. How perfect is a nipple when it is hard and straight, with a squared-off end like a pencil eraser. And how attractive blond pubic hair is, the wispyness that only partly hides the narrow crevasse of the pink-lipped cunt. How an excited woman's cunt becomes engorged with blood and swells up until it looks something like a fuzzy, ripe peach, juices running down the slice until the drip into the rosebud of her asshole, and then down onto the plastic cushion of the deck chair.