Notes: Another story from my archive, the eagle eyed among you will notice that yet again Hazel has not yet 'been' with a girl. It is an exciting theme for me, so I tend to go with it. Honestly when I wrote this I had no intention of publishing any of them. This is based on some real experiences (to a point) but this is my 'dream fantasy' version of wha thappened!
Again, all characters are over 18, and they live in a world where no pregnancies or diseases can spoil the fun.
The last year we decided to get some early season sun, take a short break somewhere with ‘guaranteed’ good weather for a week or so. So after much perusing of weather websites, and holiday destination websites it became clear that the south of Gran Canaria had the highest temperatures and most sun on average at the end of March when we wanted to get away. So we booked flights and found a small resort to stay at on the outskirts of Maspalomas in the South East of the island.
The resort we had chosen was another break from our usual routine, it was a naturist resort, with nicely appointed bungalows around a large sunbathing area with a big pool. With some persuasion from me and some apprehension from Hazel we booked it. As it turned out it was ideal, the restaurant was nice, the pool was a good size and it wasn't so busy. We were some of the younger guests, and in the minority in not being German or Dutch.
We quickly settled into a routine of going for a good swim before breakfast, then getting a few hours sun before heading out to explore. Sometimes getting back in time for a bit more sun at the end of the day.
After a few days I got chatting to one of the few other English guests, he lived near us in the UK, and was easy to talk to. His wife was also an exercise nut, and was usually out for a run/cycle most mornings. They would then go to the beach to meet some friends before returning at the end of the day.
During my research on Maspalomas I had discovered it was the not only good for year round sun, it was also the Gay capital of Europe. Further digging led to a more surprising discovery, that Playa Del Ingles (or PDI to those in the know) was also considered the swinging capital of Europe with many swinging clubs and lots of visitors coming for the open sexual vibe that pervaded the town. After a couple of days I began to suspect that Dave, the English guy I had been chatting to, may not be just a naturist, but also part of the swinging lifestyle. I wasn't certain, but there were signs, not least that he seemed to know a lot of people at the resort.
Towards the end of our first week Dave asked if we had made it to the beach, as we hadn't so far he offered to take us and show us the ropes. It seemed like a great opportunity, so agreed to meet him and his wife Anne for the bus to the beach that afternoon. I didn't suspect anything, but it turns out that Maspalomas beach has many 'sections' identified by the kiosks that sell drinks and snacks, and are numbered. So while most of the beach is considered a Naturist beach, the first couple of kiosks are for families, the next few are fully Naturist, the next one is for Gay beach-goers and the final two are back to being for families, because they are near the 'other end' and close to another bus stop.
Dave & Anna took us on the path that took us to the beach between the Naturist and the Gay sections. Everyone was naked, which I had expected, there were a lot of guys, some in pairs, some alone and there were a few mixed groups essentially partying, basically drinking and chatting together. Dave and Anna headed towards one group of around 4 or 5 couples who quickly shouted their hello's, and introduced themselves to us, seemingly not surprised that Dave had brought some newbies along to their group. Some of the group were also guests at the resort, most not, turns out they were staying 'nearer the action' which gave a clue as to what this group was about.
After a short while introducing themselves things settled down a bit, sun-beds were laid out, towels were set and we settled in for some proper sunbathing. However the group seemed to be constantly moving, getting drinks from the kiosk, going to the sea to cool down or just going for a wander into the dunes. It took me a while to notice that they would not always go back to their own sun-bed, they would switch partners when they returned to the sun-beds.
I raised an eyebrow to Hazel who looked about and spotted the switching that was going on. I could see she was a bit surprised, but equally could see that it had caught her interest.
As the afternoon progressed we relaxed in the sun, but the partners were still switching fairly regularly. I didn't think anything of it when Hazel got up to go to the kiosk, I continued to doze in the sun when I realised she had been a long time and wasn't back yet. I was even more shocked when Anna lay down on Hazel's sun-bed. I glanced across and saw that she had sat down on a sun-bed a short distance away, what surprised me was she had joined another woman, Judith if I recall, and they were quickly deep in conversation.
Anna observed "Hazel seems to be getting the idea."
I looked at her, "What's the deal here, I assume you guys are swingers?"
"Yes, and we wanted to see if you would like to see how you fit in, no pressure. Take it at your own pace." Anna said, adding "Hazel is getting the full story, in most couples it's the woman who organises their swinging lives, deciding on partners and what the rules are, so she is having a full and detailed explanation."
I was stunned, realising that life may be taking a serious change of direction depending on the outcome of that conversation. I continued to chat with Anna, who evaded some questions, but in general reinforced my view that most couples who were in the lifestyle did it as a boost to their primary relationship, rather than an escape for it. Most couples had specific rules, kissing/no kissing, penetration/no penetration etc. this detail was usually discussed with potential partners before any meetings took place. Ultimately the lifestyle survives on open communication between couples and their respective partners.
Some time later I looked over at Hazel, she seemed to be finishing her chat with Judith, as I looked at her sit up, Judith put her hand on her arm, and pulled her towards her and gave her a very 'more than just friends'' kiss, as a teenager it would definitely be described as a snog. Hazel stiffened but relaxed into it and even returned it with some enthusiasm. My cock was stiff in seconds which got a smirk from Anna who just commented "You need to be careful showing that too much around here, a lot of the guys around will be very happy to take care of it for you!" I laughed and rolled over. Not wanting Anna to think that to my mind the idea of getting a blowjob from some of the guys on the beach wouldn't be that bad.
Eventually Hazel returned, she was quite quiet, thoughtful even. Fairly soon after Dave came across and said we needed to move or we would miss the last bus back to the resort. So we gathered our bits and high tailed it back to the pickup point.
As we were walking back Dave began to explain their situation. "Anna & I are both been married before, and we actually met, as singles, on a swinging website. Being a bisexual single woman she was bombarded with requests, but somehow mine made it through and we started to chat regularly. I arranged a meet with her, at my local Naturist club, without telling her what it was. She loved it, loved that I had the confidence to pull this off, and we have been together ever since. The naturism and the swinging have stayed part of our lives."
Anna then chipped in "I wouldn't want you to think that all Naturist are swingers, or that all swingers are naturists, but there is a fair bit of overlap in our experience, but we tend to keep it very discrete. Especially in our own naturist club back home. That's why we like it here so much, its much more open."
Hazel & I didn't really feel ready to talk much about the revelations from the afternoon. All she said was, "we may have to change our plans for tonight". I didn't realise we had any plans for tonight!
Later that evening we were relaxing after dinner, Hazel started to explain what she had been told. The group had met over previous years and liked to have sex together, some were straight and some were bisexual - both women and men to be clear. They usually met up on the beach and arranging each evening as it comes. Different clubs run different themed nights and they tend organise small groups to go to whatever takes their fancy.
