A Summer barbecue and Sam's test.
Sam knocked on the door of Carla's childhood home. Carla had agreed to meet him there since they were arriving from opposite sides of London and it just made sense.
Carla's parents were having an informal barbecue ostensibly to celebrate her Dad's early retirement, but really they were more interested in meeting the new boyfriend. Carla's other love interests had turned out to be colossal knobs but Sam apparently might be a 'keeper'
Their home was a very nice 1930s semi detached house just inside of Surbiton. Viewers of the 1970s UK classic sitcom 'The Good Life', will be familiar with the style. Sam had to get an Uber there from the station as it was a good walk from the station and he didn't want to arrive sweaty.
Diane and Cliff were very proud of their beautiful home and had a wry sense of humour around the cultural heritage of English suburbia. For example, they had cultivated a bush of Pampas grass by the front hedge in an ironic nod to the myth that pampas grass was a sign that swingers dwelled within.
Carla's parents were definitely not swingers, however they did practice a very English pastime. They were both long time nudists.
Carla had dabbled too when she was younger but more and more felt the need to cover up. She appreciated that there were societal norms that kept us covered up and constantly consuming 'fast fashion'. However she lived in the UK and to be honest, nudist weather lasted about a week, in August, maybe, if you were lucky.
So she had fallen out of the habit of going clothes-free. She did occasionally like to go to a 'naturist evening' at a spa that was nearby to her flat in Reading. In fact, it was at one of these impromptu naked evenings that she had met Sam. Sam had gone with his then girlfriend - single men generally being frowned upon at these kinds of gatherings and had soon become smitten with Carla. He had, not uncoincidentally, split up with his girlfriend shortly after.
Sam, like Carla, was not a dyed in the wool nudist. He had a slight exhibitionist fetish. Naturally well endowed he liked the idea that women would flock to him because of his exceptionally large penis. The few days out he had taken in the nude had definitely drawn attention, but in his case, mainly from his own sex. To be honest he was flattered by the attention and had allowed himself to be blown by a middle aged guy, once at Hampstead ponds. His taste for the same sex was only temporary, though, and he tried not to dwell too much on this secret history.
At the spa day they had met, Carla had indeed noticed Sam's long and thick cock. At 25, she had gone through a bit of a dry spell. A brief relationship a year before had ruined her self esteem and she had stacked quite a few kilos on. Lockdown hadn't exactly helped either. Sam's attentions at the spa had helped her enormously and she was well on the way back to her old confident self. And it wasn't too long before she was gulping greedily on his fat prick.
As Sam stood at the door of the house admiring the slightly arts and crafts inspired glazing, he wondered what Carla's parents would be like. He was also busy reminding himself not to get drunk. When he was nervous he always drank too much, partly as an excuse to do something with his hands. He was possibly in love with Carla and desperately wanted to make a good impression on them.
The door swung upon to reveal a man in his mid 50s or possibly early 60s. He wore a huge smile and had a bottle of beer in his hand. With his other hand he vigorously shook Sam's hand.
"You must be Sam? We have been dying to meet you, young man. I'm Cliff, Carla's Dad."
Sam was momentarily lost for words. Understandably, as Cliff was completely naked.
"Sam, you look like a rabbit in some headlights. Sam told us you'd met at a nude evening, so I assumed you knew we were nudists too."
Eventually Sam pulled himself together and followed Cliff inside the house.
"Sorry Cliff, yes we did, but, ah, she didn't tell me.. Um, this bit."
"Oh well, never-mind, now you know. Haha." Cliff said
"Come on out the back," Cliff continued as he led Sam through the house. "Diane is already pouring some Pimms, or would you prefer a beer?"
"Beer, please Cliff." Sam said. "Is Carla here already?"
"Not yet Sam, she texted her mum a few minutes ago and let us know she was about half an hour late"
Oh fuck, Sam thought. This is going to be a tough half hour.
As they made their way through the living room towards the garden, Sam got a glimpse of Carla's mum, Diane.
On the patio there was a classic four person picnic table, slightly weathered, with a rainbow striped umbrella sticking up through the middle.
Diane was sitting in front of a large pitcher of Pimm's and a glass already half empty.
She was a lady in her mid 50s, probably 5' 5" slightly greying long hair tied back in a ponytail. What was immediately noticeable about her was the enormous breasts protruding from her chest. Completely naked, like her husband, she was sat cross legged on the picnic table. Her breasts though were what, Sam was already having trouble trying not to notice. Remarkably firm for a lady of her age, her large brown nipples were facing forward rather than down, and sat atop large dark areolas. Sam took a guess that she would be at least a KK or L cup. As he gazed, he found his cock swelling slightly.
Shit, he thought, not now, not now.
"Hello Diane," he said as he stepped through the sliding double glazing doors. "It's really lovely to meet you"
"And you, Sam," she replied, rising to meet his extended arm. "No handshakes for me please, I'm a hugger."
Diane stepped out of the table and embraced Sam. Her huge breasts squashed against his freshly bought linen shirt.
"Go easy there Di, Sam's not used to this sort of thing, yet." Cliff chortled from behind his beer. "You might get a reaction from down there."
"I thought Carls said they met at a naturist bar" Diane said, very briefly checking Sam's groin for swelling, she wasn't disappointed. Lucky girl, Diane thought.
"We did," Sam interjected, "but I didn't realise you were 'clothing optional' at home."
"Well, young man, if the desire takes you, you can take your clothes off too, no pressure!", Diane said.
"Um, I might wait till Carla gets here, if that's OK? I'll see what her plan is"
"Oh, on a day like today, she'll be as naked as the day she was born in no time." Cliff replied.
Oh, wow, thought Sam. She's happy being nude around her parents. That's kind of a bit messed up. He couldn't help wondering what Cliff thought about seeing his daughter naked. He was sure there was no sexual attraction there, but men's natural reactions don't operate at the level of conscious thought. Taboo feelings tend to well up from the deep pits of our subconscious.
Mercifully now sitting down Cliff handed Sam a bottle of cold beer. Carla's parents commenced to grill their daughter's new mate about his history.
"Nothing super exciting," Sam explained "I'm a devs engineer at a medium sized software firm."
"I live just outside Farnborough and commute into my job which is based in Reading. Super dull" he continued.
"Devs engineer," chuckled Diane "I have literally no-idea what that is."
