Travels With Naked Girls - CHAPTER 26 - 27

Chapter 26.

Sex Happens.

The issue of sex always comes up with naked videos. In the early days, when I was shooting mostly at nudist resorts and beaches, the videos were not really sexy, unless you consider nakedness itself to be sexy.

In fact all my videos got PG from the Australian Federal Government ratings board. Here's an explanation of the ratings:

G = for general audiences

PG = parental guidance recommended

M = for mature audiences.

Videos with all three of these ratings are freely available to anyone of any age. A child of 5 was welcome to buy Roshelle In France.

Then comes MA = for mature adults, which is available only to people 15 and over, and R = restricted, which is available only to people 18 and over.

Until 2005, the only one of my videos to get MA was Body Love Mud Art, about body painting. None of my videos got R, except the Free & Wild series, which were intended to be sexy.

But girls love to be sexy, as I've said, as long as you encourage them and don't call them bad names.

Veronika the Agent introduced me to yet another Veronika, a sexy blond with large and shapely breasts, whom we called Verka to avoid confusion, and her best friend Zusa, also very sexy. Verka and Zusa loved getting sexy with each other.

Veronika the Agent arranged for Verka, Zusa, and Jindra to visit a big nightclub called the Quick Club naked. It was a wonderful evening.

To start, the girls disrobed in the kitchen, and the nightclub attendants gave them platters of apples and slivovitza to hand out to the guests. Naked girls with apples! Everybody loved the symbolism, as well as the apples and booze.

Inspired perhaps by the slivovitza, the young men of the club soon worked out that Verka and Zusa didn't mind random hands exploring their bodies. If no one was caressing them, they would start to caress each other.

At one point, I remember, they were both sitting on the floor with their legs spread wide. Jindra was more abstemious, but Verka especially had someone's hands on her lovely breasts as often as not.

The girls played table soccer with several guys. They did pole dancing on the podium. Verka even helped a couple of guys get undressed. And every time the pace slowed a bit, Verka and Zusa would start kissing and fondling each other.

You can see this wild party in Adventures In Freedom 3.

This DVD got me into trouble, by the way. Rather foolishly I ran an ad for all three Adventures In Freedom DVDs in Nude & Natural magazine. This magazine is obsessed with what they call "genuine nudism," which basically means no sex.

Historically nudists had a long uphill fight to get permission to go naked even in private and isolated clubs. Going naked in groups was once illegal, no matter where. They gradually won the battle by convincing the courts that nudism is not sexy and that the clubs were not orgiastic or even mildly given to sharing.

So it is understandable that a nudist magazine should be still nervous about sexiness, even though times have changed. In fact they got only one complaint from a subscriber, but I got thrown off and told I couldn't advertise there any more.

Pity. They sent back the cheque I had just posted to them for a year's ads -- four quarterly issues, $4000 paid in advance. I saved $4000, and I could still advertise in the other USA nudist magazine, Naturally. My grief was not excessive.

We had another great session in the Quick Club, during the day when the club was not open. We had no fewer than eight girls: Shannon, Bella, Roni, Jindra, Yva from last year, and three others. The girls ran relay races, danced in a conga line, followed Shannon as she led them in dance movements, and just danced freely to techno music. Roni pole danced for a full seven minutes.

The shoot is definitely a favourite of mine, and you can see the whole of the raw footage, unedited, in Free Parties.

Verka and Zusa did another sexy shoot in an apartment, hugging and dancing together. They went in the shower together and caressed each other with soap. They massaged each other and kissed. This shoot is in Free & Wild 6: Sensations, along with the shoot of Shannon chained up and teased by Bella.

We did another shoot in the apartment with Verka, Zusa, Jindra, and a fourth girl named Lenka. They did sexy yoga poses with their legs wide open, and did massage and body rubs on the bed. Verka caressed herself on the bed while Zusa watched, and then vice versa. The four girls did rolling massage and ended up tickling Verka.

This footage was so sexy that I decided to start a new series called Revelations for videos that were more sexy than the Free & Wild series. This was in honour of the ecstatic Revelations of John of Patmos.

Revelations 1 contained this four girl shoot along with several lovely shoots of girls caressing their breasts with oil.

Some yoga poses are very revealing, as Shannon and Katrina both demonstrated when they did exercises in Ibiza for Naked Yoga. Another girl named Dominique back in Bryon Bay had already shown this fully, so her footage is in Revelations 1 as well.

I suppose something of this sort was inevitable, as I morphed from doing travelogues about nudist resorts to travels with girls.

The nudist resorts were great, but there were lots of problems. They were hard to get to, meaning I had to rent a car and drive to them and find them. Once there, you had to find people willing to be in the videos. If the weather was bad, your time might be wasted. It was all a lot of trouble.

I guess it was natural that travels with girls would take over. It's what they call "a win-win solution."

In 2005 Veronika the Agent introduced me to Klara. I knew immediately she was going to be something special. Klara was tall and had a wonderful voluptuous figure. Her face showed determination and strength unusual in a girl of her age, which was 21.

Klara's best friend was Barbora, another model. They were happy to go naked wherever I chose. One afternoon we went to the Donkey Pub (nobody knows why it's called that). The two girls served the customers naked and danced naked in front of them and ran around in the streets in front of the building.

We went to the Dobruska Club in the evening with a third girl named Katka. I asked Barbora to take off her clothes outside and walk naked into the club. Once Barbora was on the dance floor, the other two girls took off their clothes one after the other and danced along with her.

They served drinks to the guests, and got glasses of ice from the bar and rubbed it on their bodies.

I asked Klara to rub oil on her body from a bowl. To my surprised, she asked a young man to rub it on for her. Sadly for him, his girl friend was there, and she only let him rub oil on Klara's back. Girl friends are not always such a great idea.

Klara had to rub the oil on the front of her body for herself, but she did it with enthusiasm. Then she danced right there in the bar area with clothed people all around, stroking her body as she did so.

I wondered how sexy Klara was willing to be. We went to the Bird Cage with Klara and Barbora and a new girl named Lenka.

We tried a new experiment at the Bird Cage. I often wondered if the presence of a camera was having an effect on how people reacted to the naked girls.

The Bird Cage had its own video camera, operated by the DJ, with three screens around the dance floor and another in the next room. I asked Lenka to walk out naked and sit at the bar and have a drink, and videoed the results secretly by videoing the screen in the next room.

Naturally the DJ focussed on Lenka, so I could secretly record any reactions. But their weren't any! Everyone behaved just as they would if she weren't naked. Which went to support my own belief that nobody gets upset about nakedness any more, so the laws against it are obsolete.

To make it more interesting, I asked Lenka to get some ice at the bar and caress her breasts with it. I videoed that directly. Lenka enjoyed it. Later, when she was dancing on the podium, she came right over in front of my camera and danced with her legs wide apart. Her clitoral ring bounced and flashed in the club lighting.

Then I asked Klara to caress herself with the ice. She gave the ice to a handsome young man who stroked it all over her breasts. I gave her some massage oil and she poured it into a bowl and handed that to him too. He carressed her whole body and gradually worked toward her breasts.

He caressed her breasts with both hands, and then ran his hands down her stomach and between her legs. He played with her clitoris, and caressed her for several minutes.

A woman at the bar looked over a couple of times and smiled. The club was crowded with people around, and Klara was getting a really sexy massage. She seemed delighted and just a bit nervous.

I wondered if we were going to get into trouble. But these days, it seems anything goes.

The footage of Klara and the others at the Dobruska Club and the Bird Cage Club is in Free & Wild 8: Sexy Fun.

Maria was even wilder. Veronika the Agent introduced us to her in 2006. She was beautiful, but even more, she was sensual, with a heavy voluptous body.

We went to the Chernikovice Club with Maria and Katka. Maria went wild. She got a group of three guys together and pulled Katka in too, until they were all holding each other in a tight cluster and dancing.

She found another guy and put his legs between her thighs and started to rub up against him. She undressed him and they danced naked together for about five minutes. It was a huge club with hundreds of young people watching.

She tried the same with another guy but he got shy after she took his shirt off. She found a couple of young guys who took off their shirts, and she rubbed her breasts against them and put their hands on her breasts too. One of them embraced her and grabbed her bum and rubbed her body against his.

Down a short flight of stairs there was a bar, and Maria went down there with a bottle of massage oil and a small bowl. She poured the oil into the bowl and started dipping it out and caressing herself, making it as sexy as she could.

She turned her back to the camera and bent over and massaged her bum with oil. She faced the camera and massaged her whole body sexily. Her face was dark with passion.

She came up the stairs onto the dance floor covered with oil and did the sexiest dance I've ever seen. She lay on the floor and arched her back and spread her legs wide. A handsome guy came close and she spread her legs for him and stroked herself between them. She exposed herself as much as she could for more than ten minutes.

This wild dance is in Revelations 2. It also contains footage of Aphrodite, a girl who loved to walk naked in public and expose herself openly for the camera. She was also happy to lie with her legs wide open and expose herself that way.

I was beginning to feel like I had lost control of my models. I liked it.

Chapter 27.

Shannon.

Shannon was a sex blossom sometimes.

She had the most charm of anyone in all my travels with girls. But she was also constantly cruising for lovers. It got to be a bit scary at times.

The biological heritage for girls is to be promiscuous, as I said before. Their business in life is to get pregnant, to keep the tribe going. To achieve that, they show off. They look and act sexy.

You can see signs of that kind of behaviour all around us today.   Girls perform in wet t-shirt contests and strip shows. Girls want to be actors, much more so than guys. Girls like dance much more than guys. Girls love fashion and clothes.

This is why girls are the centre of attention of many men at parties. This is why some become groupies. This is why some have sex with the whole football team.

Of course, some girls resist this tendency. Biological urges are not irresistible. We tend to think in our society that behaviours which are cultural are easily changed, whereas behaviours which are biological are inevitable.

This isn't true. Human beings are universally adaptable. We can resist biological tendencies as well as cultural. It may be a struggle, but we can do it.

In the case of girls, the biological urges are directly contrary to modern cultural rules. Our culture tells girls to be chaste. Our culture tells girls to dress moderately and be careful whom they have sex with. At least, that was true til recently.

My philosophy is, why fight all the urges? Let them come in surges. Let girls be sexy and show off their sexiness. Let them perform naked for a video camera. Let them have the many lovers their biology desires.

Shannon's philosophy was, if she met a guy she liked, to go to bed with him the first night. That way, if he was just out for a conquest, she would find out right away and not waste time. If he was sincere about her, they would not waste time.

Simple and sensible, I thought.

Shannon's way of showing off was dance. She had a natural talent for dancing, and from a very early age, her whole life was devoted to dance.

At that time, in 2005, her favourite dance was salsa. When I was in the U. S. at my cottage that summer, I noticed there was a World Salsa Congress in September in New York. If you went to the Congress, you could get a double room in the Sheraton for only $180 a night. That was a deal! I thought.

Shannon thought so too. And to make things even better, United Airlines went bankrupt. I had a whole slew of frequent flyer miles in my account, dating back to the days I flew Sydney - Hartford - Paris every year to do the French videos. I realized I'd better use the miles before the bankruptcy invalidated them, so I got a ticket for Shannon.

We had a ball at the Congress. I loved watching the salsa exhibitions. To my surprise, it wasn't just Latin Americans. There were Chinese dancers, and Germans, and just about everybody. They were very good too.

Shannon fell in love with a guy named Sabane from Montreal. I met him and liked him. I was a little worried Shannon might start spending time with him so I would lose her, but she didn't sleep with him. I suppose it would have been awkward, since he was sharing his room with his girl friend.

Shannon did take the train up to Montreal for a visit, but she came back down in time for us to go to Mexico. Bella came over on another frequent flyer ticket and went with us. It was a marvellous trip.

We landed in Cancun, and stayed in another Sheraton there. Bella seemed quite fascinated with the hotel. I understood why later, when Shannon explained that Bella had hippie parents and had never stayed in a hotel.

We enjoyed the beach that day, but it was the only day. Next day we had a hurricane. Well, maybe not quite a hurricane, but there was certainly a lot of rain. Days of it.

We had a great time though. We went to a market and Shannon bought a green sarong for US$6.00. She carried that green sarong with us everywhere for years of travels to come.

We went to a shopping centre under a roof. There was a huge naked statue in a fountain. The nude was suspended overhead as if leaping upwards in flight. The girls posed with their arms aloft like the nude, but we were still in Mexico, and they kept their clothes on.

We attended an acrobatic show and dinner for $18.00 apiece, which seemed great value to me. The dinner was good, and the acrobats performed hanging from elastic wires attached to the ceiling high above. They looped and soared and did tricks and stunts together, with lasers and light effects in the darkened auditorium.

The third day we rented a car and headed out, but we didn't get very far. The rain got heavier and the streets flooded. A foot deep at first, and then two.

The Mexicans didn't let it slow down their driving, however. At one intersection a four-wheel drive jeep went by us, and his wake surged right over the hood of our car. I thought that would be the end of our engine, but it somehow kept going. Then a bus surged down a street and all the parked cars it passed went bobbing up and down in the wave it caused. They bumped up against each other too.

I was nervous, so we scrabbled through the Lonely Planet Guide I'd brought and came up with an eco-hotel. Shannon managed to find it for us. She has an unerring sense of direction that amazes me. I can get lost in a revolving door.

The eco-hotel was beautiful, like living in a jungle. We took refuge there. We found a nice restaurant right across the street, which we were able to reach by taking off our shoes.

Bella's room was up a flight of stairs, and she managed to slip at the top and fall all the way down. The hotel management was very nice and took her to the emergency room of a hospital not far away. Luckily she had only bruises, but what bruises!

She didn't let it stop her having a good time. Bella was like that. It didn't matter to my video making either, because I wasn't doing any. I left the video camera at home. It was a real vacation.

After a couple of days the streets cleared, and we went to our first cenote. The large meteor that killed all the dinosaurs hit this area 65 million years ago, and it shattered the limestone of the region, leaving cracks. Over the eons water seeped through these cracks and formed underground caves, sometimes with an opening at the top.

These are called cenotes, pronounced say-NOH-tays. Usually there is a pool of water at the bottom big enough for swimming. If the roof collapses, they become the strange steep-sided round pools the Mayas used to throw sacrifices in. We used them for swimming.

Shannon loves drawing, and she took a sketchbook down into the first cenote we visited, and sketched the Mexican kids crowding around. They loved it. Shannon looked very fetching in her black bikini too, and I did lots of photos. I didn't bring the video camera, but I did have my photo camera. Old habits die hard.

We drove across the Yucutan Peninsula to Merida on a new modern super highway. The toll was $12, a fortune for Mexicans, so the highway was deserted. We only saw one guy, trudging along the road, pulling a small cart. No cars at all except ours. When the girls needed to take a leak, they just crouched down beside the road. I looked the other way, and no one else was around to see them.

Halfway we stopped at a Mayan temple complex called Chichen Itza. It had a pyramid building which Shannon and I climbed -- Bella's leg was too sore. Shannon had a huge sombrero which we bought her because she is a redhead and needs to be very careful of the sun, and I took photos from above in which all you could see of her was her feet and the sombrero. There was a cenote too, of the kind the Mayans threw sacrifices in. No swimming.

Merida was rather run down, and really crowded. Everyone looked poor. Every third person you saw was a teenage girl with a baby, or so it seemed. How did the people in this country ever expect to get anywhere? It was a bit scary.

We headed back the next day, on the free road, which was the worst highway I ever saw. There were potholes big as basketballs everywhere. Some of them looked like they might be causing cenotes, as time went by.

It was a hundred miles from Merida back to the coast, but after four hours we were only half way, and it was getting dark. Luckily we saw a sign for another cenote with a hotel. I headed for it. I wasn't game to be out in this country in the dark with two beautiful girls.

The hotel was great. Actually it was a series of individual resort buildings, each large enough for a couple of beds, with a porch and a kitchen. We reveled in luxury.

The cenote at this hotel was even better. It was huge, as big as a football dome underground, with a pool a hundred feet across and very deep. Overhead the roots of trees hung down for a hundred feet or more to reach the water, and there was a skylit opening in the centre above, perhaps ten feet across. It was marvellous.

This cenote had no natural opening, except the hole at the top, so we descended in a drilled tunnel with stairs down to the waterside. We all went swimming, and then I did photos of the dome and of the girls floating next to the stream of water falling from the hole high above.

We enjoyed the cenote for a long time, then headed to the coast to Tulum, the only Mayan temple which is next to the Caribbean Sea. There was a fig tree with huge roots sprawling across the rocks, and I did photos of each of the girls posing. There were lots of huge lizards who seemed to enjoy posing too.

We stayed at another eco hotel in Tulum. Once again bungalows with double beds, but this time no electricity, and vast mosquito nets for the coastal bugs. Candles made the whole place romantic.

That evening Shannon and I went to the hotel bar hovering over the sea, and I introduced her to piña colladas. She had four, and after the fourth started posing on the railing for photos. If she had had a fifth I think I could have had nude poses.

I only found out much later that Shannon and Bella made love together that night, while I slept under my mosquito net in bibulous oblivion. The piña colladas worked their magic. The whole place was magic in my opinion.

When we got back from Mexico, Shannon headed for Montreal. She moved in with her Sabane and found a job teaching in a dance studio. She never did use the return half of her ticket from Australia.