Be Nude, Be(an) Sprouts

You felt your member start to tighten through your loose and ill-fitting swim trunks as you trudged through the sand towards your destination. Looking to your right, you saw your 'girlfriend', wearing her bright pink striped bikini, effortlessly carrying a majority of the junk you had both managed to scrounge together for your trip today while you struggled to carry what little you had on your back. She noticed your stare, returning it with a smile as she placed her palms together and started to pull ahead of you. "Don't worry, Anon, we're almost there!" she cheerfully exclaimed, breaking into a light jog as she noticed the sign up ahead signaling what entailed beyond. As you struggled to keep your eyes off her jiggling behind, you started to delve into your memories in an attempt to leash your raging chub. Finding nothing else vivid enough, you thought back to your first meeting with your 'girlfriend', Yomi.

After having spent nearly the entirety of the day searching every nook and cranny of your crappy little apartment, you had managed to find the coupon you were looking for. 'Buy a pound or more of vegetables, get an equivalent weight in beansprouts.' Throwing on your outdoor clothes and shoes, you raced out into the dark night for the local grocer when you had heard a commotion in an alleyway along the way. Being your usual foolhardy self, you charged in to stop what you thought was a mugging of some kind, but instead you found a long, blonde-haired girl in a green tracksuit fighting an enormously fat woman with a bear on her head. Well, 'fought' is what you assumed had happened, as the bear-woman was in the process of falling over by the time you arrived on the scene. Worse still was that you had caused enough noise for the blonde to notice you. Hoisting her gigantic sword into her hands, the girl examined you slowly as a dark look grew on her face.
"Ah, of course. This is what happens when you forget to erect a barrier..." Fearing for your life, you immediately turned and sprinted out of the alleyway for home, trying to take as many twists and turns you could afford in an attempt to throw her off your trail. Occasionally you would look over your shoulder to see if she was following you, though every time you would find nothing. Still, you kept sprinting, a feeling of dread looming over you as though she were still right beside you as you sprinted through your slummy neighborhood and up the stairs to your apartment. Fumbling with the lock, you flung open the door and dashed inside, turning around to slam it shut and lock it before the girl, who you knew had to have been right behind you, found you. As door nearly closed, you felt dread emanate throughout your body when the head of the girl's large broadsword suddenly shot through the opening, keeping it from closing. You fell backwards as she slowly opened the door, walking into your apartment with that same horrid look on her face as she lifted her sword above her head, ready to strike you down. You were truly, utterly cornered, with no escape from this woman who had now wanted you dead for being in the wrong place and the wrong time. Tears running down your face as you now realized that tonight would be the night that you would die, worse still that no one would know who had killed you, you attempted to muster what dignity you could and started to kneel on both knees before the girl, staring into her eyes as she continued to approach. Of course, your attempt at a dignified end was ruined when you cowered as the girl brought her arms further back in order to start her fatal swing, feebly bringing your arms up above your head in the hope that they could catch her strike.
To your surprise, the strike never came, and as you knelt there, shaking uncontrollably with your face flushed, you suddenly felt something tugging on the coupon, which you had never let go of in your mad dash for home. Loosening your grip on it as you slowly started to unravel from your cowering, you looked up through your teary eyes to see the girl fiercely examining the coupon, as though it contained the answer to every secret of the world. Breaking her focus from the coupon, the girl eyes scanned your apartment, taking in the near-squalor that you lived in, as she slowly gazed back outside and gazed at the run-down neighborhood that you lived in. Turning back to you, she raised her sword and pointed it towards you, pressing the very tip of it against your chest as she spoke to you again for the second time of the night, "Why do you live in this neighborhood?"
Feeling utterly confused, yet afraid of lying to the girl, you decided to tell the girl the truth about why you lived in such a run-down dump. "W-well, I-I-I don't have much left to cover expenses, since I donate half of my paycheck to charities to help the needy, and I live here because the rent is cheap...and things like the water and electricity work, m-most of the time...and..." You were suddenly stopped when you found yourself being hoisted onto your feet by the blonde, who stepped back when she was finished and gave you a wide smile as she closed her eyes and clasped her hands together over yours.

"Then you are to be my husband!" the girl cried, her horrible expression suddenly changed to one of warmth and friendliness. Your brain failed you as she suddenly hoisted you onto her, piggyback style, as she locked your door and tucked the coupon into the pocket on her track jacket. Stepping outside, the girl pulled the door shut as you continued to grasp onto her, bewildered. Starting down the steps, she exclaimed, "Now, to the market!"

As to how you'd gotten yourself into this situation, it was on a day earlier this summer that the start of Yomi's new philosophy was created. On one of the hottest days that you had ever remembered, you had stripped naked and started lounging around your apartment, trying to cool down. You hadn't wanted to turn on your air conditioning, since it usually meant racking up your electrical bill, and you needed to start saving as much money as you could. You had started to fall asleep, sweating on your sofa, when Yomi barged through your door. In an effort to save face, you had stammered out a lie about starting to renounce clothing and planning to donate it to the poor and unfortunate who needed them more than you. Yomi seemed to have believed it, as she had remained silent for a long time after you had finished feeding her your lie, and left not long after. While you were relieved to have saved face, it opened up a new set of problems, as Yomi would now often barge into your house and start stripping naked and force you to as well, and her friends would now visit you as well to complain about how Yomi would roam around the cave nude and try to pressure them into joining her.

Bringing yourself back to the present, you realized that the both of you had long passed the sign indicating the start of a more risque section of the beach. If your recollection of your near-murder-turned-courtship with Yomi wasn't enough to deflate your erection, the amount of older couples on this section of the beach was more than enough. Sagging breasts and skin and wrinkly dangling dicks were more than enough to kill any libido that you had. For now, anyways. There were a few younger couples there, and the combination of fine, nude female bodies with a few dicks thrown in to keep you on your toes, plus the aspect of seeing Yomi in a similar state of undress soon was enough to keep your libido kindled.

Continuing to trudge through the thick sand, you were brought to a stop as Yomi found a spot that was to her liking, as she quickly started arranging your towels in the sand. Setting the pack that you were carrying down onto the sand, you took out the umbrella inside  and set it up as Yomi rummaged around through one of the many packs that she had carried with her. Eventually she found the pink bottle of sunscreen, setting it down on her towel as she turned to you, clasping her hands together with a smile. "Well, shall we undress, Anon?"
Feeling a sinking feeling in your stomach, you shut your eyes as you slowly pulled down your trunks while you heard Yomi set about untying her bikini. Feeling your member flop free from your suit, you kept pulling until you could lift your legs through the holes. Stepping out of your suit, you briefly held it in your hands as you felt the warm sun caress your nude form before you dropped it at your feet. Steeling yourself, you opened your eyes, being greeted with the softness of Yomi's naked body, her smooth skin gleaming in the sunlight as her breasts hung so ever slightly from gravity, small folds forming in her stomach that you desperately wanted to grab and feel, her clean-shaven lower lips enticingly staring back at you. Yomi noticed your gaze, smiling warmly at you, as you felt guilty about ogling her body, removing your hands from your crotch so that she could ogle you herself. A blush forming across her face, she took the opportunity to explore your body with her eyes as you started to become self-conscious about it, worried that you should have shaven more for today. You were broken out of your pondering when Yomi started to speak as she started to lay stomach first down on her towel, "Well, Anon, let's begin, shall we?"

Letting out a sigh, you knelt down beside her, taking the sunscreen bottle and squeezing some out into your hands. Yomi quickly tied her hair up into a bun, letting you apply the lotion to her back. She shivered at the feeling of the cool substance on her back as you kneaded and spread it across her back, feeling the pleasant smoothness of her skin and giving it a small squeeze every once in a while, causing Yomi to giggle. Although you didn't need to go further, you kept applying sunscreen to her, moving further down to her butt, using a circular motion to smooth it into her skin, her anus peeking out through her cheeks whenever you would spread them apart in your massage. Yomi was moaning throughout your assault, and as you noticed yourself starting to become erect, you quickly moved on to her slender legs, finishing up with your application at the bottom of her feet.

Laying down on your stomach now, Yomi sat up and took the bottle from you, giggling as she started to massage your shoulders. You heard her lean in as she whispered softly, "Don't be so perverted in public, Anon...save some energy for the bedroom..." The implication was enough to make your erection threaten to pierce itself through your stomach, and you felt yourself start to get flustered as your face became a flushed red. Eventually, Yomi stopped massaging you as you heard her squeeze out some of the sunscreen into her hands. Waiting, you felt the cold lotion being spread across your back, and it seemed that Yomi couldn't help herself either, as she traveled down to your butt and gave it a good squeeze, then continued on down your legs and down to your feet. Sitting back up, you both agreed to apply sunscreen to the rest of your bodies on your own.

As Yomi finished up, you moved the umbrella so that it wasn't blocking the sun from your towels anymore. The warmth returned, wrapping your body in its embrace as you turned to Yomi, who smiled at you as she laid stomach-first on her towel. Taking your place next to her, you used your arms as a pillow, Yomi quickly copying you, laying your head down on them so that you could look at her as you both sunbathed. Yomi positioned her face so that she could look at yours in return, and with a small, welcoming smile, extended on of her arms out from under head and took one of your hands in hers. The wonderful softness returned as you massaged her hand, closing your eyes as you laid there under the warm sun with your 'girlfriend', the gentle crashing of waves lulling you in a state of relaxation. You could certainly get used to your new life as a 'nudist for the poor' if it meant more days like this.