Last year a co-worker decided to tie the knot with one of the Riga girls, a city in Latvia. He was well established in the company and had near outlived the bachelor life. When we all learnt that the wedding would be in Latvia we started to hit into our savings accounts in order to make the trip. I personally was indeed looking and judging from buddies catch Riga girls were worth the price for the ticket there. It really helped a lot that my co-worker had a holiday home at the beach and could accommodate the handfuls who were able to make the trip.
On arrival I have to say again that thin country was not lacking in Riga girls and they all exhibited such polite attitudes and welcoming smiles. I grabbed a cab to my destination and buddy had a big dinner party planed that evening where family and friends on both sides mingled. The attendance was impressive and I met an interesting nineteen year old who called herself "Dezzie". Dezzie worked at a coffee place and played with a band as main guitar. She played drums and wanted to learn to play the flute. Our conversation was simple yet captivating. Now nineteen was a little too young for me so I kept it on the base level, yet we enjoyed each other. We even took a walk on the beach and I just listened to how free her spirited living and dreams, her philosophies. Eventually the party broke off and we said good night. She didn't say she would see me later and I assumed she would attend the wedding like all the other Riga girls.
The next day was the bachelor party. Now id had never been to one where the host is the guest as buddy did arrange everything to detail. Yes, even the girl jumping out the cake and the fake police officers who come to break up the noise. I was loaded by the time the party hit its peek and the girl were in the hot-tub and some where on the beach "rolling in the sand". The waves crashing in the dark was such a cool sound for me as I was a Denver boy. This was all new to me. I sat on the beach just about to pass out went an ?angel?, the most beautiful of the Riga girls yet. She sat beside me - naked. I had to have been dreaming so the rest of the tale is invalid. Did I have Riga sex?
After the wedding we hung out on the beach. Now buddy had failed to mention in the past that he was a nudist marrying into a family of nudist. I was raised by hippies who embraced freedom to be able to find peace especially this designated private beaches full of friendly strangers was plain awesome. It is especially pleasant when the locals enjoy this culture more than you do. When you come from a North American where it is less of a shocker to see a dead person on the sidewalk and to walk in on a naked person in the comfort of his own home, this open exhibition of nature is welcoming. Naturally at first you feel it out and take off a shirt then you take the plunge. Riga sex here I come! But nudists don't associate nudity with sex under all the time unless you have feelings for the person you are naked with. "Its like gay guys not finding all guys sexually attractive unless they are gay", explained a blonde Riga girl with a DDcup jingling within inches begging to be teased. My member was beginning to give salute to blonde. I must point out that this "Inga" was not a natural and that just made me more attracted to her. Riga sex?
By the evening I had serious "blue balls" and I had stop running from coworkers. At first none of us wanted to know the size of the others member (and vise versa) as we still had to face each other at work back home. I had my first naked meal since I was a toddler and I never got to have my first experience at Riga sex. I did walk away with so much more confidence.