Janice's Naked Journal

** All characters mentioned or named in this story are 18+ years old. **

Saturday, May 3

I was the first one up and slipped out from under the covers. I started a small pot of coffee and spent a few minutes in the bathroom. I had a few sips of coffee sitting out on the balcony. The orange light of the early morning made the huge Morro Rock really stand out. An extinct volcano David said.

I headed back in, and back under the covers. He had rolled a bit, now on his back. I put my lips to the head of his dick, giving it a kiss. I whispered, "Good morning." His dick resting lightly in my hand, I kissed it again, "You wanna play?" His dick bounced up, then rest back in my hand. I kissed it again, "You want to play with my pussy?"

His dick bounced up and down three times, then Brent smiling, "He better freshen up first." He went to use the bathroom for a few minutes. I laid on my back in the center of the bed with my legs in a welcoming position. He was grinning as he climbed over me, us then sharing a long passionate kiss. Another deep passionate kiss and his dick started working its way in. Slowly and gently, short strokes getting longer as we kissed again, and again. He had me moaning as we kissed.

He started picking up the pace after I let out a scream, slammed by the first orgasm. He stroked firm and deep, leaning into me, getting me started again. He was groaning. I was trying not to go over the edge again, thinking, "Not yet. Not yet." Then the twitch of his dick, and I totally let go, the orgasm taking over my body as he erupted with his shots of hot cum, and a stream that kept going.

He collapsed beside me. After catching my breath, Brent busted out laughing when I said, "The maid is going to hate us." We grabbed our coffees and headed in the bathroom. It was a nice bathroom, refurbished and stylish, but the shower was small. I jumped in first to clean up thoroughly and tend to my hair. We made it work, and finished our morning routines.

Brent put on like rust colored cargo shorts and a t-shirt from 'Alice's,' the restaurant by the cabin. We both put on flip flops. Before leaving the room, I texted Stacy in case they're still asleep, 'Good morning. We're heading out to check out the town and the bay.'

The sun felt good stepping out on the sidewalk. Hand in hand, we strolled towards town, staying on the Embarcadero. Smiles and greetings from some of the others out walking around. Others were quiet or had their cell phones out taking pictures, probably some of me.

We stopped a couple times to look at the bay, all the sailboats, and the huge sand spit and dunes on the other side of the bay. The town is mostly restaurants and tourist oriented shops, a few motels along the Embarcadero. Only our inn had rooms directly on the bay. Looking uphill, houses, condos, and more normal shops along a main street.

It was touristy, but in a quaint fishing village kinda way. And very laid back. There were no tourists freaking out about the naked woman, though I got their attention. And I enjoyed it. The Embarcadero takes a couple turns at one point, going around a large surf shop full of beach wear and accessories, even sea kayaks. Brent kinda steered me into the shop to look around, "I wonder how much money David has spent in here?"

I asked, "You ever get into surfing?"

He grinned, "Oh, I tried it. Took a few lessons, rented a board on a trip to LA during a spring break trip. Found out I didn't have the talent. What about you?"

I shook my head, "Never tried it. I mainly did the beach thing, tiny bikini, loved beach volleyball."

My phone dinged. Getting it out of my bag, it was Stacy, 'Heading out soon. We'll catch up with you. David said, great coffee pastry shop on bay, about the last shop.'

I replied, 'We'll find it.'

As we headed out of the shop, Brent waved to the clerk, "We'll be back."

We just strolled, checking out restaurant menus posted outside. Looking in shop windows. We weren't in any hurry. We were getting close to the end of the shops when a hand grabbed my ass. I turned, it was Stacy. They had caught up with us.

David held open the door to the coffee shop. Stacy and I entered first, getting everyone's attention. We headed to the counter, with the guys behind us. The conversations at the tables got quieter, the eyes on us, on our asses, as we ordered coffees and selected pastries for breakfast. David added, "We'll be on the deck."

David held the back door open for us and we stepped out on a huge deck on the bay. You could see everything, the sand spit, the bay and sailboats, the buildings on the waterfront, and the rock. We got a table by the railing, over looking the rock and boat channel in front of it.

David pointed to the right of the rock, "Out that way is the main beach. It's nice and wide, like down at Santa Monica." Others on the deck pointed at me and Stacy.

The waitress came out with our coffees marked with our names and our pastries. She asked, "So, is this like a dare, lost bet or something?"

I smiled, "I don't wear clothes."

Stacy jumped in, "Only wear clothes at work, but looking to change that too."

She asked, smiling, "And you don't get in trouble?"

I shook my head. People point, watch, take pics and videos. But nobody complains, so far anyways."

She smiled, "That'd be fun. Let me know if you need anything."

David was talking about what was nearby. "Cal Poly is maybe 15 minutes away, on the way to San Luis Obispo. There's a great golf course towards Los Osos. There are lots of good vineyards and wineries to tour."

We spent more than an hour talking and enjoying our sweet treats. David insisted on picking up the tab. Then we headed out, starting to walk towards the rock. We stopped at a memorial, right next to to the coffee shop. It had a short little pier out to the best spot for pics with the rock in the background, the bay, the sailboats and the waterfront. Stacy used my phone as Brent and I posed together for a bunch of pics together with different backgrounds. Then I used Stacy's phone to take a bunch of pics of them together.

David mentioned, "We can get some good near sunset pics here before dinner. Suit pics."

Brent smiled, "Suits and heels pics. We'll plan on that."

We started off again rounding the bay, along the channel, to the rock. At nearly 800 feet high, it's a huge and beautiful landmark between ocean and beach, a sentry looking over the channel entrance. From there we walked over to the huge beach. Then we slowly started back. Stacy and I would check out shops along the way, making a day of it.

Mid afternoon we stopped at a restaurant with a deck bar for drinks and a break. It was a lively place. We were pulled into conversations with other tourists curious about me and Stacy. One couple from near San Jose recognized me, the naked teacher, so that was an instant conversation. Something about being far from home lets people lose inhibitions and open up with strangers.

We hit more shops as we made our way to the inn. I had to get Brent a couple Morro Bay shirts, and found a pair of fashion flip flops with an inch of lift at the heels. The guys were way ahead of us, already at the inn. We were out shopping naked on our own.

We caught up with them at the upstairs hospitality deck. Wine and snacks were being served. We looked at the bay from the railing, so everyone could examine our asses without us knowing.

Stacy did mention, "If we're doing evening pics at that memorial pier, we have to plan on a slow walk in the heels I brought for tonight." She looked at David, "Four inch and just thin bright red straps."

David smiled, "Yeah, we better leave plenty of time. We're going to the seafood place by the coffee shop. We have an outdoor table on the bay."

We all headed in to cleanup, touch up makeup, and the guys had to dress up. I straightened out Brent's tie, getting it properly placed. Then I handed him a little box. He opened it, and smiled. It wasn't expensive, it was a gold plated Morro Rock tie clip, the rock in white gold, to wear tonight. He grinned, "I love it." He immediately put it on, "Perfect." Then I put on my shiny black four inch spike heels with the bright blue soles.

It was a slow walk. Brent had his arm around me to make sure I didn't lose my balance. We got to the pier as the clouds were magenta and orange, it formed a ring around the rock. Stacy used my phone, and this time David got his phone too. We did a couple poses.

But then it all changed. Brent got down on his knee with this little box in his hand. I started shaking inside, my eyes watering, as he opened the lid. A probably three carat diamond set in white gold, surrounded by deep blue sapphires to match my earrings, "Janice, it's probably too early to ask, probably too early to answer, but would you consider being my wife sometime in the future?"

Before the tears started rolling down my face, I shouted, "Yes! Yes!" The other people on the pier applauded, caught up in the moment. He got up and we posed kissing with the sky and rock in the background. Then Brent and I took pics of David and Stacy.

While walking to the restaurant, I couldn't help looking at the ring every chance I got, "It's so beautiful."

Brent smiled, "It just accentuates your beauty."

Stacy, with David in front of us, "I heard that. So sweet."

Stepping in the lobby of the restaurant, the hostess grinned, "Which of you are the newly engaged couple?" Brent grinned and I held up my hand to show the ring. She smiled, "Oh yes you are. Right this way. We've kept the table open."

I asked Brent, "How did she know?"

He smiled, "Because David knew since Thursday, so Stacy knew too. And Sylvia was sizing up your taste and ring size while we were in the shop."

The deck comes to a point over the water, the best view point, and that's where our table was. We ordered drinks. The table was ours for the evening. We watched the sun go down. They lit the patio heater by our table. Eventually we started looking at the menus, and David selected a bottle of wine.

We had a great dinner. We watched David's video of the whole proposal and swapped files around. The setting was more relaxed, but the food was better than the fancy place last night. After dinner, we made the slow walk back to the inn, Brent's arm around me the whole way. David and Stacy knew we wanted to be alone, so we headed to our respective rooms.

Just in the door, I gave him a huge kiss. Then I helped him get undressed. Once he was naked I backed him to the bed and pushed him landing on his back, laughing. I started climbing over him, stopping to kiss the end of his dick, "Hang on tight big boy."

Brent was laughing as I reached him for a long passionate kiss, and another, holding on to it until I felt his hard dick pressing against me. I slowly lowered myself onto him a bit at the time. Slow teasing strokes, I took my time, occasionally giving him a long kiss. If he started to groan, I'd slow down. My waves would have me slow down as well.

He was at the point he couldn't stop groaning, so I picked up the pace. I was on the edge myself, thinking 'Wait. Wait.' His dick twitched. As I screamed, he let out a loud "BWAHHHHHHH," followed by the deepest animal groan ever.

He exploded, blasting his shots of hot cum unable to breath. I collapsed on top of him catching my breath, "Yes, I'll marry you." He grinned wide, still not able to speak. I gave him a night to remember too.