There it was. He thought he had already passed it - the path cutting off this long dirt road. The path snaking a short distance into the thick growth and trees, leading to the rustic and remote lakeshore of his destination. However, he hadn't passed it and slowed his car to maneuver the narrow passage the path offered. He stopped his car in a grassy clearing, just wide enough for two cars but completely sheltered - surely his car could not be seen from the road.

Stepping out of the car he felt the warmth of the mid-morning sun greet his face. A tinge of excitement filled the air, infused with the lush acrid smells of the forest carried by the breeze and the constant roar of waves crashing on the distant beach. He quickly ran through the list of things to place into his day bag. The lakeshore was just two hundred yards or so away, down the trail and across the beach, but he didn't want to waste time having to come back to get a forgotten item. The opportunity to be alone in the sun without clothes did not come often enough for him. He yearned to bask his entire body in the sun and experience the vast lake's cool waters and its unending waves.

His wife was out of town for the weekend. If it weren't for this he would have invited her to come with him. There would have been opportunity for fun, romance and erotic pleasures - outside in nature - that would have been nice. He had planned to stay around the house but decided, on the spur of a moment, to take this trip alone. Stuffing the last item into the top of his bag, he shoved the car door closed, tossed the bag over his right shoulder, and bounded down the trail toward the lakeshore. He'd come back later for his camping gear.

The clearing marking the end of the trail came into view and his pace quickened until the rustic beachfront and the lake's unbroken horizon lay spread before his eyes. A lone short rocky ridge stood at the edge of the sandy beach with a deep shadowed crevice on one side. He walked toward it amongst the scattered grasses rippling in the breeze.

The lake's roar grew louder and as he neared it, he could discern individual waves splashing against scattered boulders. Stepping up and onto the ridge he feasted on the beauty of this region as he studied the landscape, and to his relief, saw no evidence of others. So he took off his shoes and clothes, piling them next to his bag and welcomed the warm sunshine and cool breezes to lavish upon the entirety of his bare body. Leaving his bag and clothes behind, he climbed down the lake side of the ridge and walked to the wide ribbon of sloping sand following the waters edge. The waves erased his footprints as he strolled to reach a choice spot to sit. He eased his bottom to the cold wet sand inviting the unending crests of waves as they raced toward him, to brake upon his outstretched legs and splash his belly and chest.

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"I think that next path is where we're supposed to turn," she said to her friend, who continued in her right-fisted grip at the top of the steering wheel to keep her left arm in the sun. The two of them had been neighbors and best friends since preschool. In grade school they were the tomboys of the neighborhood, often seen playing with the boys in the wooded section at the edge of town. They remained close as they grew through the awkward pubescent junior high years and the high school years of striving to find balance in their pursuit of independence, good grades and boys. Then they went off to college together, sharing an apartment with another woman who quickly became the third of a very close group of friends that knew how to have fun.

It had been many years since they had last seen their college roommate. She had spoken many times of a rustic lakeshore beach, remote enough to permit nude sunbathing and swimming in private. The three of them had recently talked by phone and had planned this weekend's get-together, just the three of them, camping at this beach. Looking again at the handwritten directions, she concluded this was the path. "Yes, turn here." Her friend slowed, turned into the narrow path, and they spotted the empty car in the clearing just ahead. Yes, their old roommate had already arrived - and must be waiting for them at the beach.

They parked closely behind the other car, and shot out the doors in their excitement. They quickly gathered a few things to take to the beach, stuffing them into a shared bag, closed the doors, and scurried down the path, in short order reaching the clearing that opened to the beach area. Spotting an orange bag on a short rocky ridge, they raced over and stepped up expecting to see their friend. She wasn't there - but her clothes were. They looked up scanning the area and sited, some distance away, their friend, sitting at the waters edge, and she appeared to be naked. "Hello," the two of them yelled out in unison. Seeing no response they yelled out even louder, "Hellooooooo..." But the sound of the waves was obviously drowning out their call. They looked at one another with mischievous grins. They would plan a prank - just a simple little naughty prank.

They would hide her clothes and then sneak up close, hiding behind the rock outcropping a few yards behind her. Then, in lowered voices, they would yell out so she would think two men had discovered her in her nudeness. She would surely run fast back to the ridge to put her clothes on, but discover that they weren't there. But they wouldn't keep her in such suspense for too long - they wanted to surprise her, not anger her. They were confident she would start laughing as soon as she saw them. Even though it had been many years, she would realize it was them, upon seeing that it was actually two women who were present. Who else would be here as planned? Playful tricks and pranks were not uncommon in this close group of friends.

So they shoved the clothes and shoes into the orange bag and carried it off with their own bag to crouch in the brush near where the trail opened to the beach area. As they stashed the orange bag they decided they needed to take off their clothes as well. They realized that if their friend, in her slight panic, while looking for her clothes on the ridge, didn't recognize in the distance it was actually women who were present, and since she might not be able to hear their voices shouting out and laughing, certainly the sight of their naked bodies, even at that distance, would expose their prank in short order. Then she would start laughing hysterically.

They quickly removed their shoes and clothes, stuffing them into their bag, and leaving it with the other. They discovered a heightened awareness of the occasional mosquito closing in on them, swooshing them away as they crept carefully through the brush to avoid getting bitten or poked, especially on their more sensitive pale, bared skin. They slowly made their way to the tall rock outcropping, keeping low to avoid being seen and crouching behind it as they discussed their plan.

"Hey, look at the build on that naked chick," the more talkative one hollered out, lowering her voice in an attempt to sound like a man. They did their best to muffle their giggling while anticipating the sight of their friend dashing off naked and in desperation to reach her clothes.

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He shuddered, startled to hear a voice over the roar of the waves. The voice had come from close behind. He didn't make out what was said, but it seemed to him that perhaps two men were very near, bringing a wave of concern that left him gripped with fear. Gathering his courage, he stood and turned around, but no one was there. Had he just imagined this voice? Taking a few steps forward as he continued contemplating, he heard the strange voice again. This time he heard the words and could tell they could only have come from behind the rocks directly ahead of him. This was very odd. Just as he felt the fear start coming over him again, he heard a giggle - the giggle of a woman. Curiosity replaced his fear and he proceeded walking toward the rock to discover what was going on.

He stepped around the rock, and peering down he discovered to his astonishment two women hiding, huddled low and without any clothing...not even a swimsuit. One and then the other looked up at him with shock in their eyes, their mouths gaping open and their hands fumbling to cover their nipples. His penis flinched from the primal arousal over his discovery, only then remembering that he was naked as well. The women screamed in unison at the shock of seeing this naked man, when they had expected to see their naked roommate running away. He immediately turned around and ran like crazy to the ridge and scrambled up to get his clothes. However, upon getting there all he discovered was how hard his heart was beating. Where were his clothes and his bag? Frantic, on hands and knees, he looked down over the edge of the ridge but his clothes were nowhere to be seen.

The women got up and began running hard across the beach in the direction of the ridge, as it was the only reasonable route leading to their bag. They had to get to their clothes - he was on his own as far as they were concerned. He looked up, noticing their lanky legs bounding over the beach. He was perplexed - why were they running toward him? He decided to stand and face them, to display his courage although he did not want to alarm them. They probably did not realize they had no reason for fear - except in displaying their nakedness, as they ran toward him with their breasts bouncing wildly and the sand splashing upon the impact of their pounding feet.

They stopped in their tracks about 50 feet from the ridge, realizing they would have to pass very close to him to reach their clothes. Since they didn't want to expose their fear, they stood their ground, staring directly at his face. They began to sense that he was not angry nor a person who they needed to fear. They also began to feel embarrassed, realizing they were standing there presenting their naked bodies to the study of this mysterious man's eyes. However, as they discovered that he was aroused - his penis was lengthening - they began to notice their own arousals. Goosebumps emerged as they each looked down their chests noticing their piqued nipples and puckering areolas. They looked at the other, each now embarrassed over their arousal, each feeling a warm fullness emerge deep in her bottom sending a pulse through her vagina and leaving her clitoris pleasurably tensed.

He continued staring at them as they stared back, and he discovered, to his deep embarrassment, his penis standing straight out in a half-erect state from the intrigue of the situation and his instinctual response to the view of these mysterious naked women. His embarrassment began to subside, as well as his erection, as he began chuckling over his thoughts of this unusual situation and the strange events that had lead to it. The two women, continuing to watch him, began to relax then started laughing. Their plan to trick their friend, who obviously wasn't here, had backfired in a strange, embarrassing but hilarious way they could not have possibly anticipated.

He stepped off the mound and sat on the sand with his chuckle turning to a laugh, such a hard laugh that tears came to his eyes. He knew they had hidden his clothes and he figured out they had plotted to trick what they thought was a woman but turned out to be him. The two women staggered forward until standing a few feet in front of him as they struggled to keep from falling down with their breasts bouncing from their deep belly laugh. They realized what had happened, and knew he had figured out their prank. The talkative one opened her mouth to say something, anything, but only deep laughter came out which sent all three of them into a sidesplitting roar.

It took some time for the laughter to subside before any of them attempted to speak. And it took even longer before they could look at each other and actually form a few words that did not burst forth incoherently into laughter. Eventually they caught their breath and gathered their composure. Sitting and facing one another in a circle they began to talk, with chuckles occasionally interrupting their otherwise sincere and lighthearted sharing. Each of them confided that while they had healthy sexual desires, they were also happily married, and deeply committed to keeping it that way. So they remained respectful of each other, even though naturally curious and feeling a bit embarrassed, as they spoke of the unusual and hilarious circumstances bringing them together without any clothes. While their embarrassment was gradually subsiding, their hands and fingers nonetheless continued moving about nervously, for they each struggled with the desire to hide their exposed genitals but not wanting to expose their conditioned shame by covering them.

"I'll go fetch our bag...er...the two bags, that is," she said, as they all let out a relieved howl of laughter. She stood up and strolled toward the edge of the trail. Their eyes studied the details of her body's response to her lighthearted stride, as she came to where the bags had been stashed not more than an hour earlier. However, she didn't see them - how could this be? She could see the bent grasses marking where the bags had been, but they weren't there. "Hey! The bags aren't here - they're gone!" she shouted out. He and the other woman broke into laughter over hearing this, believing she was attempting to play another joke on them. He chuckled as he yelled out "Okay! But when you find yours be sure to bring mine back, too. Pleeeease..." The two of them watched her, still chuckling watched as she paced back, standing before them and empty-handed. He did his best to hide his slight arousal from watching the shapes and movements of her bounding naked body and from his belief that she was teasing him.

They listened, and their smiles disappeared as she convinced them that indeed and unfortunately she was not joking. The bags were gone. A period of solemn silence set in. The concern on their faces was finally broken when he started to chuckle, giving in to the irony of this unsettling discovery. They all burst forth again in relieving laughter.

The laughter quickly ended as they began to discuss, in earnest, how they were going to get out of their situation. The cars were locked. Their keys, cell phones and wallets were stashed into their respective bags but the bags were missing. They had no clothes or anything to strategically drape over their more private body parts. Although each of them had already lost most of the conditioned shame in having their nude body seen by the others, there was this issue of finding and getting help from unknown others. All they had were two filled water bottles - at least they wouldn't die of thirst today. The women's roommate had not arrived and probably was not going to show up. This seemed quite out of character for her, the two shared, but they all agreed there was nothing they could do about her absence. And they affirmed, with much seriousness, that while none of them would actually die from embarrassment, they could indeed die from exposure if they didn't do something before night settled in - even though it was very hot at the moment, under the early afternoon sun.

They shifted to sit in the shade of the ridge, to preserve their water, discussing what they should do. The wind was shifting and began blowing a bit harder. He sat with his back at the rear of ridges' split, under its overhang and the two women sat to fit in the shadow, facing him with their legs bent and their feet nearly reaching each others. Together their bodies forming a three pointed star of sorts with toes curling into the soft sand.

Now and then, when the conversation subsided, the women would glance down his body, to his stout flaccid penis, which would catch his attention. He could tell where they were looking. They watched attentively through the corner of their eyes as it began involuntarily to extend out toward them, with his foreskin stretching as it retracted upon his long smooth shaft, and slowly rising until he was presenting a half-vertical erection. This slow motion transformation ended up captivating their lingering gaze and deepened their arousals, leaving him feeling very awkward. This drove his eyes to study them, first the more talkative one, and then the other, to glance at her pink nipples emerging erect from the puckering darker areola at the cusps of smooth shapely breasts.

One of them had breasts rounder and fuller than the other but he was equally intrigued with both women. Then his eyes would slide down her body, which would catch her attention, to her vulva. She could tell he was fixating on her pubic area, causing her outer labia to involuntary part a little, in response to her noticing his gaze, thus unintentionally offering him a peek of the fascinating and mysterious shapes and colors of her aroused genitals. This, in turn, captivated his lingering attention and brought his penis to a full-firm attention. The dark thick pubic hair of the talkative one made it hard to discern any details of her vulva but the sparseness of the other woman's pubic hair afforded him a brief study of her long deep pink inner labia and the details at the mouth of her vagina, exposed between her full slightly parted outer labial lips.

By then, to their individual embarrassments, they each would know their arousal was clearly evident to all the others. At which point the more talkative of the women, or he, would do their best to gracefully restart a conversation and they all would return looking eye to eye, with their arousals subsiding and their conversation finally returning to its prior ease. This awkward sequence, of sustained silence freeing their natural curiosity, in turn leading to instinctive arousal animating their bodies, and the quick onset of conditioned embarrassment, before creating a diversion and returning to an ease in their conversation, came forth many times. They all felt a bit strange to share this experience but no one spoke of it even though each of them silently knew the others experienced it as well.

They discussed flagging-down a passing car, but none of them were quick to offer the exposure of their own body. They could fashion a covering out of branches, making the man the best candidate for this role as only his groin would have to be hidden. But then what person passing down this remote country road would dare stop for a man masking his obvious nakedness with branches and waving in desperation for the driver to pull over? Of course they could hope for a sheriff's vehicle to come by, and then just swallow their embarrassment as they answered the obvious litany of questions from the straight-faced man, or woman, with the luxury of having more than just a badge to wear. They thought if they could somehow get a passerby to call the sheriff's office this would probably provide the most certain and timely solution to their predicament. But how best to control the extent of concern or attention when the vehicle could be bringing a man or woman, or couple or a whole family on vacation, or even a church bus of teens heading to camp.

As their discussions drew closer to a feasible but still awkward and embarrassing plan of action, a voice rang out from the direction of the path. It was the sound of a woman's voice. Everyone was elated although he felt a bit timid over the thought of having his naked body on display to yet another woman. The two women raised their heads looking toward the trail and discovered the face of their old roommate rising from amongst the bushes. "Roomie!" they shouted in unison. She had come, finally; the one who they had joyfully plotted to trick, but now, who they were so relieved to see. Their eyes jumped back to each other's and wide smiles emerged. He was happy to know someone happened to come along that would be able to assist them, but the women advised him to remain at the back of this protected split in the ridge so their friend, but a stranger to him, would not see him in his nakedness.

They turned their heads back to see their roommate emerge at the opening to the beachfront. Their mouths dropped open. Their roommate was standing there, smiling, completely naked and holding three bags: the one the two of them shared, the orange one belonging to him, and one that was obviously hers. They could tell she was chuckling as they watched her stroll so nonchalantly toward them. A hair raising rush came upon them as they realized SHE had taken the bags to play a trick on the two of them! A pretty good prank. A really good prank. A damn good prank that really had them worried for a while. However, they were sure she unaware of what the two of them had plotted, nor could she be aware of the scope of the current situation involving a naked man.

The two women looked at one another, acknowledging without words what they would do to get even with their roommate; she would soon discover that her own prank would backfire. Soon they would stand the victors and she would be bowing to them. Not wanting this new trick of theirs to anger their roommate, they wouldn't let her unknowingly stand at the front of this split for too long, with her stark naked front in full view of this man, before ending their prank. They knew this prank could turn out to be a bit unsettling for him, but he had gracefully endured their mutual nakedness all this time, and anyway, he certainly had a great sense of humor. When it was over they would apologize to him for thrusting him, unaware, into their plan, and their roommate would assuredly laugh long and hard, even through her great embarrassment, and forgive them. They turned to him and while hiding their thoughts gave him a reassuring look and quickly convinced him to quietly wait until they got his clothes to him before he disclosed his presence.

He noticed the shadow of this other woman as she came near the ridge, discerning the general shape of her full body and determined she was setting down a few large bags. Spotting her leg as she turned toward them, he started to shudder at the thought this woman that he didn't know was going to see him naked. But he realized she couldn't see him since he was sitting far back in this split with its slight overhang. Although, to his deep surprise, he could certainly see her. Well, most of her, in a hazy view from this dark corner with the near blinding contrast of the sunlight radiating from her fair-skinned body. He could see from her bare feet up to her exposed full breasts and every inch of her body between. This view tantalized him, in a surprising but welcome way, and caused his penis to once again begin ascending to an erection. But could his feet be within her view? He wasn't sure, but figured it was best to remain silent and completely still.

This mystery woman, the old roommate, spoke with the two other women but her voice was masked from the echoing of the waves and the winds. He did his best to keep his nervous chuckling subdued as they laughed about, what he could discern, was her speaking about her prank - that she had seen the stashed two bags earlier and took them to leave her two old roommates stranded and naked - at least long enough to make the joke fun but not too unsettling. They laughed for a bit. Finally, he heard the more talkative of the two women begin to tell the story of their prank to their old roommate, who's presence continued to mystify and arouse him in a powerful way, and how this had backfired.

The man struggled to remain motionless. He was still mystified by the disrupted voice and bright shimmering view of the roommates' body. If she bent over much at all she was surely going to see him. Moreover, he feared that if he moved to discretely cover his now fully erect penis with his hands the other two women may instinctively glance over at his movements and react to his erection, thus inadvertently disclosing his naked aroused presence. But he knew the story being told, the one in which he had become innocently entangled, was nearing completion, and his presence would become known anyway. What should he do? He listened with such anxiety as the story finally came to its ending.

Their roommate's sudden burst of laughter eased some of his tension. He watched closely as her laughter ebbed and she took two steps closer toward him, bringing him a clearer view of her body, as she proclaimed in a silly falsetto voice, "Oh sure - there's a naked man in there and he's getting all aroused looking at my naked body." What was she doing? He was very uncomfortable with the though of being seen naked and so obviously aroused, by any of these three women, but especially by this mystery woman. The other two women looked up at her in disbelief. Why wasn't she taking their story seriously - they had told her the truth and they thought that if she didn't believe them, she could end up doing or saying something that would be very embarrassing. And they thought about this man, hidden at their feet, who had inadvertently become entangled in their innocent joking but now sat naked and at least a bit uncomfortable in this situation. Finally, he heard the more talkative of the two women tell the mystery woman, "Just toss over our bags so that we can all get dressed."

But this woman continued in her silly voice saying, "Okay in there - pay close attention." She commenced humming, repeatedly, that whimsical mystical Egyptian-like tune "Naa naa naaaa naaaa naaaa, naa naa naa naa naa naa naaaa ..." as she spread her legs wide and began gyrating her hips. At which point, as he and the other two looked on in disbelief, she placed her fingers on her outer labia, pulling up and out, exposing the textures and features of her gaping vulva's vestibule. He swallowed hard as he studied her performance feeling excited in this experience but strange to have this excitement come forth from the presence of a woman other than his wife's. His eyes were slowly drawn to the beauty and mystery of her vulva, open and swaying, back and forth, back and fourth, captivating his imagination and feeding his desires until he was completely entranced. Her intriguingly smooth darker tipped pink inner labia hung down in an exciting manner. He followed it from its base up to the deep pink damp mouth of her vagina, with intriguing folds leading to a dark and mysterious cavern. His eyes continued up along the smooth pink valley between her open labia to gaze upon the intriguing bunching of skin leading to the pink head of her clitoris, almost fully exposed as she was stretching back nearly the entirety of its hood.

He shook his stare loose to slide his eyes upwards, following the faint meridian of her body up her smooth belly until reaching her chest. There he feasted upon the roundness of her plump breasts, adorned with large erect pink nipples rising from the center of the dark textured wreaths of her areola. Her breasts were rhythmically swaying to her erotic movements - around and around. The view of her enchanting dance and his investigation of her body brought forth eruptions of arousal building deep in his groin spreading up and out, causing his entire body to shudder again and again. And as his eyes were drawn to repeat this journey, the depth of his arousal grew until his penis became as tight and hard as it could possibly be standing with his glans nearly reaching his navel and facing straight up.

She continued this performance in spite of her friends assuring her that they weren't joking and that she needed to stop. They weren't disturbed over their own view of her body or her unusual but whimsical behavior. Rather, she didn't know that this man really was present and could see all she was doing, and was at least tantalized by her and probably in an embarrassing state of arousal over her antics. The two women, realizing they were not convincing their friend, quickly turned toward the man. He was obviously intoxicated by their roommates performance and deeply aroused, and they gently tried to convince him to show or proclaim his presence. However, he wasn't going to do anything of the sort as he fumbled to cover his throbbing penis with his hands while avoiding to look like he was masturbating in their presence.

As their friend continued to hum, gyrate and shamelessly expose herself, they shifted to kneel in front of the man, each firmly grasping one of his outstretched feet. They intended to pull them into the certain view of their roommate, so she would know that he was truly present and stop her performance. His arousal deepened over this as he was both astonished and disturbed over being tugged by the two naked women at his feet, who he thought were actually trying to drag his aroused bare butt into the wide-open view of this mystery woman. The view of their hanging breasts, bouncing and swaying, bouncing and swaying, as they tugged at his feet, filled his mind sending a pulse of pleasuring tension through his penis every time they yanked. He grappled to keep his hands still as he held them around his erect penis to hide it. This brought pleasurable stimulation to him as his body thrashed about from the sudden movements of being tugged. The secretions of his arousal began oozing down, heightening his experience of pleasure upon his sensitive tight stretched skin.

To his fancy and to his dismay he felt the familiar welcome warm surge and spread through his body signaling an orgasm was certain and but moments away. Finally, their roommate looked down and stopped her performance. The man's bare feet were shaking within the tight grasps of her friends' hands and his toes were flexed up and back. The two women looked up at her and yelled out, "See?" Their roommate starting laughing, making her belly shake and her breasts dance, the sight of which brought the man to the threshold of his climax, and he squeezed his slippery penis in desperation to hold back the certain embarrassment of his eminent release. The roommate, still standing, then nonchalantly remarked, "Hi dear - it's me. It's Okay. I knew you were in there the whole time. I recognized your car and bag and figured out the whole thing long ago and decided to trick the three of you." The two women with eyes popped and mouths dropped, looked at their friend and watched as she casually knelt onto the sand and broke into a hearty laugh.

They were in such a state of surprise they were oblivious to their continued grasp of her husbands feet, with his toes clenching hard as his body quivered. She quickly leaned forward, having just then understood she had teased her husband to the point of an orgasm. A muted and sustained higher-pitched moan was coming from his clamped face and his body was trembling - in front of her old roommates of all things. She looked upon him with compassion, as semen, in rapid powerful bursts, commenced to shoot through his constrained penis, bursting out its tip, and spattering upon her chest. Her eyes hopped in a rapid cycle between his red clasped face, his gripped gushing penis and her dripping breasts.

As his waning release finally came a halt, his body stopped shaking and he opened his eyes to the gaze of his wife looking directly into his. Her eyebrows were raised and she was doing her best to hold back her laughter but in the most sincere way, she blurted out, "I'm sorry...I didn't mean for my trick to be that...eh, hard on you." She gave him a short, sweet kiss on his lips and then sat back, shifting her eyes from his face to her dripping breasts and back while trying hard to keep from laughing. The two women sat silent and frozen over witnessing this doubly climatic ending that no one could have predicted. They finally realized they were still holding the husband's feet and quickly released them. They began to chuckle as they shyly admitted to their old roommate they had become quite mystified and aroused over the entirety of this scene playing out. However, their voices turned solemn as they turned toward him and noting that the redness in his face had subsided, looked him in the eyes and expressed their sincere apology, "...for making it that...eh, hard on you."

He looked at the faces of the three women seated in front of him and in a quiet voice began to respond, "Well...it felt...kind of hard for me...earlier..." He momentarily glanced downward realizing his dribbling penis was descending and retracting. He noticed the women's eyes all glance down at his groin and then return, nervously looking him in the face. He continued, "...but, eh...," and doing his best to keep his composure, blurted out "...it doesn't feel so hard now."

Deep laughter burst forth from everyone but at no one's expense. The release of tension was so powerful and sustained that their distorted faces turned silent, and they held their bellies to keep from bursting as their convulsing bodies wiggled and shook in the sand. The taste of salt entered their mouths as their tears streamed down their faces cascading to their chests and dripped in abundance onto the ground. When laughter finally returned to their mouths it bellowed out echoing across the beach. As the laughing subsided they all sat bent over and moaning and looked at one another. The whimsical sight of their sand sprinkled nakedness send them bursting into another round of painful laughter. When this outburst finally subsided, the two women, still chuckling, knelt facing their roommate and commenced to repeatedly bow down low with hands down to proclaim her as the master of pranks. Her husband knelt and commenced bowing as well, completing a circle of proclamation, and began laughing which sent them all into a tear streaming roar again.

It took a few minutes before anyone even thought of speaking. The first sounds were moans. The first words to be uttered were, "I've gotta pee!" sending them into another roar and groping in pain to avoid releasing their urine right then and there. They raced hobbling to find a place of privacy, the old roommate and her husband ran off together into the woods in one direction as the other two women each found a private place in other directions. They gradually regrouped by the ridge with joy and a deep relief showing upon each of their faces.

Later, as they all sat together on the beach, in their swimsuits under the late afternoon sun, their laughter could be heard now and then, between apologies, words of appreciation and confirmations of innocence as they recalled the story. The hilarious story of intertwining pranks and suspense. A story as well of the experiences of four people gaining insight into their own sexual curiosity, desires, arousal and cultured shame. This was a day they would never forget, but one of events they pledged to never reveal.