Chapter 2

You would think it was a scene out of the movie Thelma and Louise the way the two were racing down the road, jabbering up a storm. Night was closing in as Pet and Kat made their way home from Paradise Lakes, but their excitement kept them wide awake, comparing notes in a constant stream of talking and laughter. They couldn’t believe that they actually had done it, but now it was over, and the thrill was more than expected. Hesitation and several moments of almost turning back filled their morning. However, the rest of the day was entirely different as the women couldn’t contain their enthusiasm of finding a whole new world of recreation and discovery.

The reason that Kat brought it up in the first place was that John had been suggesting for years that they visit one of the many nudist resorts in the area, but she had always resisted. After years of badgering, Kat had taken to giving the excuse that if she ever did such a thing, she would only do it in the company of a close female friend. After the other night when she told her husband the story of how she got her all over tan, she included details of the bet she made with Pet. John was all over that idea like a duck on a June Bug, and congratulated her for her ingenuity. Of course, he only wished that he could go along, but he figured that it was a step in the right direction, and, if she felt comfortable with a friend, then she just might like it. And, if she liked it, then the next trip would be as a couple, and the end justified the means.

As it turned out, the women were not only comfortable, but they were thrilled. They didn’t know they could feel that secure, that open, and that free being nude in front of strangers, but, as first timers, they were paid extra attention by the staff. Shortly after arriving at the gate and explaining that it was their first visit, they were directed to the main office where they were met by a lovely lady about their own age, sans clothing. She was so bright and cheerful that their inhibitions melted when she suggested they get comfortable by disrobing before she gave them a guided tour. Their hostess was thoughtful enough to fill them in on basic etiquette such as always sit on your own towel, and just don’t do anything that you wouldn’t want done in return. It was that simple.

The formula seemed to work without a flaw, and they toured the property, seeing the facilities, and learning about nude recreation. They saw families and singles, lakes and pools, condos and campers, bars and restaurants, and even the various shops available. Now this was not what everyone thinks of as a nudist colony. They didn’t see any colonists, they saw resort guests. Everyone was doing what normal resort guests did, the only difference being that everyone was naked. After completing the tour and being left on their own, Kat and Pet chose to take advantage of a paddleboat to take a trip around the lake. The feeling of leaving their belongings and clothes locked in their car while they paddled hundreds of yards away nude and helpless was shocking and incredible. On the other hand, it was totally thrilling.

After passing others on the lake and waving their greetings, they returned to shore and took up residence by the crystal perfect pool. By now the heat of the day and exposure to the sun prompted the need for a drink, which they obtained from the adjacent bar. Everyone was so friendly and courteous that they wondered why they held such inhibitions for all their years. Shortly after noon, they wandered over to the snack bar where they bought sandwiches and cups of wine before settling at a nearby table. Their quest for seeing naked men was fulfilled, but the hype wasn’t there. That is, until their table was almost knock over by a man carrying musical equipment to be set up for evening’s entertainment. The club had hired a band to play during their “Caribbean Nights” week, and they procured the services of a steel drum band.

The man apologized profusely, brought his load to its intended location, and then returned insisting on replacing the drinks that he had spilled. The women graciously accepted, and sat back collectively drawing in their breadth while the man pulled up a stool from the nearby bar, fetched drinks for the three of them, and introduced himself. He was young, sat on the stool with left foot on the ground and right on a rail of the stool. His skin was glistening in the bright sun, and was black as the ace of spades. His posture didn’t go unnoticed, since it caused his thick oversized dick to droop enticingly flanked by two smooth black balls. If one could read the women’s thought bubbles, well ... they wouldn’t have been thinking about suntan lotion. The man seemed nice enough, and they became quite comfortable having the conversation. An interesting tidbit was that Pet, in her excitement to please Rick, hadn’t made the connection between shaving her pussy and spending the day at the nudist resort. By the time it dawned on her that she was truly naked from the neck down, she was already walking around the property with their hostess. Fortunately, she discovered that many other women also shaved (or at least were closely cropped), and her appearance was more of a personal grooming choice than anything else. Even though Pet knew she was accepted this way, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being more exposed than Kat. As she sat talking with their new friend, Pet felt herself being not only verbally interrogated about who she was, but she also began to feel the same thing visually. Trying desperately to hide her glances at the piece of man meat in front of her at eye level, she occasionally caught the man stealing a glance at her breasts and pussy. Now, this is a totally normal thing at a place like this, but it gave Pet a sense of attractiveness in a new and strange way. Several times she dared to spread her legs slightly as she sat awkwardly in the chair, and noticed that it solicited a quick glance from the man. Then, boldly, she turned her chair to face the man, feigning an interest in the conversation, and folded one leg underneath her at the same time. The effect was to open her crotch and pussy lips, totally exposing herself to the stranger with a clear view. Like a moth to the flame, the man’s eyes locked on target as she had planned. She felt wild with attention, fraught with a sense of naughtiness, but, at the same time, like a cock-tease in total control. Pet could swear she noticed the man’s dick twitch, but she dare not confirm it with a long stare.

Kat noticed the game that Pet was playing, and giggled while making some totally innocuous remark. It really didn’t matter, for the conversation continued along the same lines without really being heard. Pet snapped out of her revere when she heard Kat saying, “Ok. Are we all on the same side?” Kat had just agreed to a game of the nudist national sport - volleyball. Only, this game was to have a twist, and be played in the lake. The resort had surrounded a portion of the lake with a floating dock, and installed an alligator fence around the perimeter to keep out the unfriendly critters. The area was double-checked to make sure, and about 15 to twenty people took to the water. The women had oiled up, and joined in the play. The lake bottom provided varying water depth, so they stood anywhere from just below their breasts to just below their pussies in water. It didn’t really matter, for they were having such a delightful time with the non-serious competition that they hardly noticed each other. Occasional glances added to the spice when wet bodies bounced and jiggled, and breasts as well as cocks flopped about in efforts to get the ball. The two felt totally decadent and totally young at the same time, an odd mix that defies description.

The entire day had been filled with similar experiences, even the occasion to purchase a few items from the lingerie shop on premises. The store was owned by a couple of women who specialized in coverings that enhanced the wearer’s exposure. Now go figure! At any rate, by the time they approached home, they were making plans on returning with or without their husbands. They were also planning on making their whole bet a win-win situation by arranging that barbecue and hot tub get together for the next weekend.

By the time the weekend rolled around, everyone knew what to expect except Rick. He was busy being happy with Pet’s new look, and seemed to be in a perpetual state of arousal. Things were going so well, in fact, that Pet decided that she was having fun stringing Rick along with her sexual games, and she had a well planned agenda when she would feed him more information to keep the spice alive and to manage their sexual growth. She liked that idea, and felt that it was the female responsibility to control that area of the marriage, and so far she had been quite successful. Her writing was selling briskly, and her personal adventures were met with wholehearted acceptance and encouragement. Now for the next step.

When Pet and Rick arrived, they found Kat and John busily working on preparing the meal. Kat and Pet stayed in the kitchen, while Rick and John spent their time preparing the fire. Margaritas were the chosen drink of the day, and they were blended by the gallon. After two drinks apiece, the couples started feeling the effects, which were enhanced by the unusual heat of the day. Even though evening was taking over, the warmth prompted Kat to make the suggestion.

“I don’t know about the rest of you, but I could do with a little less modesty and change into something more comfortable. How about it, Pet?”

Pet responded that they didn’t bring any other clothing, to which Kat said that she had an extra bikini that Pet could borrow, and that Rick and John would probably be fine in just their shorts. So as the women raced into the bedroom to change, the men removed their shirts and sandals, and waited on the edge of the pool. When the girls returned, they each had on a string bikini, thong style. They paraded along the pool, making sure the guys got a good look at their tanned buns, and slipped down the stairs of the pool into the water.

“Well, which one of you gentlemen will fetch us some more to drink?” Pet asked. Neither of the men wanted to get up because of their obvious boners, but John finally volunteered.

“Not as big,” Pet said to Kat.

“Definitely not. Color and texture are different too,” Kat replied smirking.

“Well, you’ll just have to prove it to me.”

“That was the idea, after a little preparation.”

“What are you two talking about?” asked Rick. “You’d think you were in a world of your own.”

“Of course we are, but we plan on sharing,” said Pet, and with that, the two women, each taking one of Rick’s arms, pulled him forward into the pool. John approached with the drinks, placed them on the pool’s edge, and said, “Oh, what the hell. I might as well join the party.” It wasn’t quite a cannon ball, but he did make quite a splash.

The two couples cavorted about the pool, dipping and diving under water, and taking the opportunity to cop a feel of their counterpart’s wet body. The play was all innocent enough, but it afforded plenty of opportunity for hands to slip, and for the occasional grab to be intentionally misplaced. The games were fuelled by continuous drinking, which made the blood carry the calming effects of the alcohol more rapidly through the system. Sure enough, the guys got the idea of throwing the wives into the air like they would with a child, only this time it had an unexpected result. As she landed in a backward dive, Pet was the first to have her bikini top float to the surface. Intentionally not being fast enough to retrieve the top, John grabbed the top and flung it all the way to the house.