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Hide in Plain Sight

By: foolstop



This is an entry in the 2012 Nude Day story contest, so please vote. Honest feedback is always appreciated. Copyright Foolstop June 2012. This is a work of fiction. The events, settings and characters described here are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. For all scenes that depict sexual activity, all participants are 18 or over. Thanks to PhantomOp for his eagle-eyed proofreading. 

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Prologue

I awoke, in darkness, to the blare of a train whistle piercing the paper-thin walls of an unfamiliar room, and as I began to get my bearings, I caught an alluring fragrance in the air. A woman was lying beside me in bed and her hair was draped across both of our pillows. A few loose strands were right under my nose. 

She was on her side with her back towards me and we were spooning. My arm lay across the woman's ribcage and my hand was sandwiched between her bare breast and the mattress. Absentmindedly, I wiggled my fingers, slowly massaging her breast and feeling the weight of it. I noticed how soft and smooth it felt. Without any conscious thought, I automatically sought out the nipple and found it to be semi-erect. I played with it between my fingers and it immediately grew harder. 

I allowed my fingers to explore further, traveling up to the other breast, cupping it in my fingers and hefting its weight. By that time, I felt myself becoming aroused. It was only then that I realized that my penis was constrained by a pair of briefs. That's odd, I thought. Why do I have underwear on? I almost always sleep in the raw, especially if I'd just had sex. 

Suddenly, it hit me where I was and what was going on. I withdrew my hand and bolted up out of bed. "Oh, jeez! Oh, jeez!"

My sister started giggling and rolled over to face me. She held one arm across her tits in a half-hearted attempt to protect her modesty. "Good morning, Loverboy!" she teased. Beth was practically naked, wearing only a pair of black bikini panties. Her arm did an adequate job of hiding her nipples from view, but I could easily make out the globes of her ample, young breasts above and below.

Our room was quite warm, so we had gone to bed with only a top sheet for each of us. During the night, we both got twisted around. My sheet got thrown off completely, and hers got bunched up around her feet.

"I'm sorry, Beth. I was only half awake, and I didn't realize what I was doing."

"Don't worry about it, John. It's okay. Besides, it felt kinda good. You have strong hands and I like that in a man." She winked at me, devilishly.

Beth started to yawn. She turned away from me so that she could reach her arms above her head to stretch her muscles without showing me her boobs, directly. I could still see plenty of side boob from behind, however, as well as the rest of her lithe, taut, 20-year-old body. As usual, her blond hair was braided into a ponytail that stopped halfway down her spine. Below that, her milky white skin starkly contrasted with the black ink of the tattoo that she had gotten on her eighteenth birthday--a stylized design that sort of resembled angel's wings. 

"Did you sleep well?" She asked me. Once again, she held an arm across her front as she turned back to face me.

"Yes," I admitted. "Thanks for not letting me sleep on the floor." I'm older than Beth by two years, but she has never let me treat her like a baby sister. So, after we found out that the room only had one small bed, and after I tried to be gallant and said that I would sleep on the floor, she insisted that we share the bed, and she wouldn't take no for an answer. We had both gotten used to making decisions on a purely practical basis lately, and that was just the latest one on Beth's part. 

Beth and I were on the lam. We'd been hiding out from--somebody, we weren't sure who--for the past twenty-four hours. So, we were staying off the grid and paying for things only in cash, of which we had precious little. A tiny room in a fleabag motel was all we could afford.

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Hmm, I guess I'm getting ahead of myself here. Maybe I had better start over from the beginning. Our predicament began the day before. I was in the middle of my final exam for a statistics class, when I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket, and that set everything in motion...

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Chapter 1: A Cryptic Message

My statistics final was on a Thursday morning, and it was supposed to be my last bit of business for the semester. As soon as I was done, my buddies and I were heading to Las Vegas for three days of partying before we all settled in to our summer intern jobs the following Monday. At least, that was the plan. 

So, my sister was quite surprised to see me waiting in the hallway outside of her dorm room. She smiled at me at first, but then she saw the dire expression on my face. "What's going on, John?"

As she unlocked her door and let me in, I held up my cell phone and played the message for her. It was from our stepfather, Barry. "Listen up, Johnny. I want you and your sister to come home for the weekend. The three of us have important issues to discuss about your mom's estate. So, be prepared to leave campus as soon as you are both out of your last class tomorrow and then get from there to here on the double. Oh, and do me a big favor. Don't let your sister bring that lapdog of hers. You know I can't hear myself think when Buddy is yapping away. If Anne won't take care of the dog while Beth's gone, then put Buddy in a kennel and I'll pay for it. Have you got that? Save your cell phone minutes and don't bother calling me back, unless there's a problem. OK? So, I'll just see you when you get here. So long."

I watched my sister's face while she listened to the message. By the time it was done, she'd gone through a whole range of emotions from confusion, to alarm, to fear, and then back to confusion. "What the fuck was that?"

"You mean like the fact that Buddy was mom's dog, not yours, and by the way, he's been dead for four years--almost as long as mom?" 

"Yeah, and that nobody has called you Johnny since mom's funeral, when everyone kept telling you that you're now the man of the house."

I nodded my head. "Barry's sending us a message, alright, and one thing's clear. The last thing in the world he wants us to do is go home."

"Yeah," Beth nodded back.

After a moment, I said, "I think there's more to the message, but I don't want to tell you my interpretation until you come up with your own ideas. Then let's compare notes."

"Good idea." Beth sat down at her desk, took out her notebook, and flipped to a blank page. 

She started making notes while she played the voicemail message back three or four times. I watched her as she drew arrows to connect thoughts together, and crossed some other thoughts out. Finally, she spoke up. "Okay, first of all, he started out with 'Listen up.' I don't know about you, John, but he only says that to me when he's being deadly serious, and really wants me to pay attention"

"Yeah, me too."

"Next is the bit about having important issues to discuss about mom's estate, but there's nothing to discuss. It's all in the family trust. We get mom's half when we turn 25."

"Or, we get it all today, if something happens to Barry," I pointed out. "I think he's trying to tell us that his life is in jeopardy."

"Hmm, maybe. Let's get back to that. The next thing he says is 'be prepared to leave campus as soon as you are both out of your last class tomorrow.' Now, you told Barry you planned to be in Vegas by tonight, didn't you?"

"Yep. More evidence he doesn't mean what he's saying."

"And I'm sure he chose the phrase 'be prepared,' carefully--as in the Boy Scout motto, 'always be prepared,'--as in how he makes us keep an emergency kit in the trunk of the car."

"Yeah, so 'be prepared to leave campus' clearly means for us to bug out. You're thinking the same thing I'm thinking, so far. Go on." 

Beth turned back to her notes. "Next is the part about Buddy, who's dead. So, more life-and-death seriousness."

A new thought just occurred to me. "And something about going to jail, perhaps? Could kennel be a metaphor for jail?" I wondered.

"Oh, yeah, maybe. I didn't think of that." Beth pondered for a few seconds, and then went on, "The last thing Barry says is 'save your cell phone minutes' which is clearly a warning against using our cell phones at all, because of the GPS trackers in them, I assume."

I added, "And because they could be listening in--whoever they are--which is why I decided to come here and wait for you instead of calling you. Also, even without GPS, cell phones can be tracked by which cell towers they hit. You don't even have to be making a call at the time. Just leaving them turned on is enough. However, that's not the last thing he said."

"It isn't?"

"No, the last thing he said was 'so long.' But he never ends a call like that."

"Oh, right. It's always 'See-ya-later-bye.'" Beth said it all run together, the way Barry does. "So what's the significance of 'so long,' then?"

"I think he's referring to the title of a Douglas Adams book, 'So Long, and Thanks for all the Fish.' It's one of the sequels to 'The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy,' which is his all-time favorite book."

"What makes you think there's a connection here, and if so, what does it mean?"

"Boot up your laptop, and I'll show you."

I had Beth start up Google Earth. "Check this out. We are here." I had her zoom in on the campus and place the cursor over the center of it. I then pointed to the legend at the bottom of the screen that indicated the GPS coordinates of the cursor. "Write this down," I said to Beth as I proceeded to read off the latitude and longitude. When she had written it down in her notebook, I had her punch in the address of our house next and we watched as Google Earth "flew" southwest across 75 miles. Again, I had Beth write down that latitude and longitude of our house.

"Now, another thing Barry said was for us to 'get home on the double.' I think he wants us to head in the direction of home, all right, but for us to double the distance and keep going. So, if my hunch is correct..."

Before I could finish explaining my hunch, Beth started doing the math and read off the resulting new GPS coordinates. She then manipulated the Google Earth screen, sliding the view another 75 miles beyond our house and then zeroed in on the calculated coordinates. When she was done, the cursor pointed to just beyond a public pier that reached out into the Pacific Ocean. She centered Google Earth back on the pier and had it bring up street level photos. Sure enough, you could see fishermen standing on the pier with their rods and reels in hand. Beth whistled. "So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish," she said. "Wow, John. I never would have thought of that. So, Barry wants us to meet him there? When?"

"As soon as we can, I assume. 150 miles will take us about 3 hours."

"That's assuming we go straight past the house, but Barry seems to be saying we shouldn't go anywhere near it. Also, I didn't get any sense that we need to rush. Especially since you figured out that 'on the double' didn't actually mean to hurry. I think Barry wants us to be more cautious than anything."

"That's a good point," I agreed. "So, then maybe we shouldn't even take our car. If whoever's causing trouble for us has the wherewithal to track our cell phones, they can probably track our car, and our credit cards, too."

I asked Beth to flip back from the street-level photos to the map view and we saw that there's a train track that runs parallel to the coast and that there's a station within walking distance of the pier. 

Beth opened up a browser and started researching train and bus schedules. She said, "While I'm doing this, why don't you go to the ATM and withdraw as much cash as you can from both of our accounts?" Beth gave me her debit card and told me her PIN number. "Then go back to your apartment and pack some clothes, and I'll meet you there."

"OK, Beth." 

I started to leave, but Beth abruptly jumped up and put her arms around me. She kissed me on the cheek. "You are so brave," she told me in a fair imitation of mom's voice. Mom was always telling us affirmations like "you are so studious," and "you are so polite"--statements that weren't necessarily true at the time, but she figured if she said them often enough, we'd begin to believe them anyway. In this case, I'm not sure if Beth was talking to me, or herself. 

We packed light, just one backpack each with our laptops and some clothes. I packed my cell phone just in case we'd need it as a last resort, but I powered it off first and even pulled the battery out for good measure. We were halfway out the door, when I thought to grab my DSLR camera, too. "The zoom lens will come in handy for staking out the pier," I explained.

"Good idea," Beth agreed.

Beth and I shared a 2005 Altima that we inherited from our mom when she died. She was killed by a hit-and-run drunk driver back when I was in High School and Beth was in Jr. High. It was Halloween day. Her Altima was in the shop at the time, getting the windshield replaced, so she was driving our stepfather's Tahoe. The Tahoe was totaled and the insurance company bought Barry a new one. There was no question that Beth and I would then share mom's car. We always shared things without arguing. That's the way mom raised us.

We drove to a bus terminal ten miles away from campus and left the Altima in the long-term parking lot. In addition to our backpacks, I grabbed the emergency kit from the trunk. 

The itinerary Beth mapped out had us taking busses the whole way, since you have to show ID to buy a train ticket these days. So, the trip took nearly six hours. By the time we pulled into the bus terminal that was closest to the pier, it was nearly midnight and the pier was undoubtedly deserted. We wouldn't be catching up with Barry just then. 

Beth spotted a motel two blocks away. The sign said No Vacancy, but we tried it anyway. "Just your luck," said the night clerk. "One reservation is a no-show, so I can let you have the room. I'll need to see both of your IDs and I'll need a credit card to imprint."

"No, you don't." Beth smiled at the young clerk. She passed him a $20 bill concealed in her palm so that it was out of sight of the security camera. "Mr. No-Show forfeits one room night, so the room is already paid for, right?" 

Between Beth's charms and the $20 bill, the clerk couldn't refuse. "Oh, yeah. I guess you could look at it that way." He gave us a keycard and directed us to the room. 

The tiny room was hot and stuffy. Beth went straight to the noisy air conditioner and tried to switch it from fan to A/C, only to find that it was already at full blast. "Must be low on Freon," she surmised.

The next thing we noticed was that the room only had one twin-size bed. As I mentioned previously, I tried to be gallant and offered to sleep on the floor, but Beth wouldn't hear of it. "We both need to be well rested for tomorrow. I'm going to have a hard enough time falling asleep between this oppressive heat, the noisy A/C, and worrying about what's going on with Barry. Don't make me worry about you trying to be comfortable down on the floor, too." By then, Beth had stripped the comforter off of the bed and was nonchalantly stripping herself down to her pale green bra and black panties. After she slipped in under the top sheet she was still uncomfortable, so she loosened her bra, pulled it out from under the sheet, and threw it on top of the rest of her clothes. 

I rummaged through the dresser drawers and found my own top sheet and an extra pillow. I double checked that the deadbolt was set, then took off my own clothes down to my briefs, doused the lights, and climbed into bed. I stayed as close to the edge of the mattress as I could and crossed my arms across my chest to give Beth as much space as possible.

Beth said, "You're going to fall off like that. Don't worry. I'm not going to bite." She twisted onto her side to face me and reached over to nudge me closer to the center of the mattress while telling me to relax my arms. She kept pulling until my torso was firmly pressed against the front of her body and I could feel her nipples touching me through the threadbare bed sheet. Once I complied, she settled her head back down on her pillow, but left her arm draped across my chest--as if I'd run away if she dared to take it away. I could feel her light breath on the side of neck.

We talked in the dark for a little while, trying to figure out what could be going on with Barry and why he told us to run. Just to get a rise out of Beth, I threw out a wild speculation about body-snatching aliens from another dimension, and she countered with Barry being in a love triangle involving a jealous husband with anger-management issues. We both laughed and it broke the tension.

After a moment, Beth said, "Seriously, John, I worry about Barry. He works too hard doing those mind-numbing financial audits and doesn't have any social life to speak of. I know he adored mom, and misses her as much as we do, but five years is a long time to grieve. I don't think he has so much as looked at another woman romantically, much less dated anyone. Do you?"

"Not that I know of, no. All he's ever done since mom passed is go to work and take care of us. And, by the way, he doesn't actually do financial audits. He audits the computer systems that store financial data. There's a difference."

"Yeah, whatever. My point is, he needs to meet someone."

"Well, that's not a problem we can solve tonight. Tomorrow, we'll catch up with Barry at the pier and he'll tell us what's going on, and then we'll go from there. One step at a time, right?"

"I guess."

After that, neither of us had anything more to say. Beth kissed me on my neck and said in mom's voice, "Oh, Johnny, you are so dependable."

I replied back in the same tone, "And so are you, Miss Elizabeth."

Soon after that, we were both sound asleep.

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And so, there I stood the next morning, amazed at my sister's nonchalance. Not only was she happy to ignore how I had just accidentally felt her up in bed, but if she really cared about whether or not I could see her boobs, she would have put her shirt back on rather than making a half-hearted attempt to cover them with one arm. 

Beth was suddenly all business. "I have first dibs on the shower," she declared, asking me if I needed to use the toilet first before she hogged the bathroom. I did. 

Later, as I washed up, a thought occurred to me. I said to Beth, "Before we give up this room, we should take the opportunity to change our appearance. You could dye your hair, or something, and I should give myself a buzz cut."

Beth agreed. "That's a good idea. I'll stay here and watch our stuff while you get what we need." Beth wrote down for me the brand name of a hair dye that she'd used in the past. 

It was at that point that Beth dropped all pretense of protecting her modesty. She used both hands to reach for the pen and notepad from the nightstand and simply ceased to care about whether or not I got an unobstructed view of her grapefruit sized tits with their golden brown nipples. The room was still stifling hot and she was in no hurry to put any clothes back on. So, as I got dressed and headed out in search of a drug store, she just sat up in bed, topless, and turned on the TV.

I returned forty minutes later with scissors, hair dye, and rubber gloves. Beth was watching the news, still topless, but she was wearing a damp towel wrapped around her waist. "I shaved my legs while you were gone," she explained. She had also unbraided her hair.

Beth had me start by cutting off locks of her hair in the front to form a set of bangs. We then set to work dying her blond hair brown. It took us almost an hour to do the disguise work and Beth remained topless all the while. She claimed she was just being practical about not wanting to get hair dye on her bra. But even after we switched places she didn't bother to cover up. In fact, halfway through giving me my haircut, Beth's towel came loose from around her waist and it slipped to the floor. She just left it there while she finished her work, completely naked. 


Hide in Plain Sight



In the mirror I saw that Beth had removed all of her pubic hair, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her flower-petal labia were exposed between puffy, pink outer lips, and her clitoris peeked out as well. I said, "I see you shaved more than just your legs." I started to get a hard-on at the sight, and had to remind myself that this was my sister I was ogling.

"Don't tell me you've never seen a clean shaven pussy before. All the girls are doing it."

"Oh, I've seen my fair share. I've just never seen your pussy before, clean shaven, or otherwise."

"Well, you know what they say, 'You've seen one bald pussy, you've seen them all.'" Beth shrugged; she acted like it was no big deal, but I know she was having fun teasing me on purpose. It was her way of dealing with the stress of our situation. A big part of our lives were suddenly out of control, but here was something that Beth could control--using her sexual charms to play games and tease her big brother.

That was fine by me.

Beth stepped into the shower to wash the excess dye out of her hair, and then I swapped places with her and took my shower. Beth still was not in any hurry to get dressed, so she waited until I got out of the shower before donning a blue string bikini and a pair of shorts. We packed our belongings back into our backpacks, left the cardkey on the dresser and locked the door behind us. 

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Beth and I found an empty table at a sidewalk café across from the pier and ordered some coffee and eggs. The hot food was a welcome change from the rations we'd been consuming out of our emergency kit up until then. I pulled out my camera and zoomed in on the pier. I could see about a dozen fishermen, but none of them looked like Barry. Beth took a turn looking through the viewfinder and agreed that he wasn't there. She said, "I guess we just wait for him to show up." 

I said, "Let's stay here as long as we can without looking suspicious. But, I'm thinking that even when we do spot him, we shouldn't just walk right up. Whatever's going on, there is a slim chance that the bad guys might have caught on to the clues he gave us. We could be walking into a trap."

Beth said, "I have an idea. Let's get someone to slip him a note--some little kid who obviously doesn't look like either of us."

"That'll work." I walked over the hostess station and grabbed a stack of take-out menus. In the margins of one of them I wrote: "Barry, wave if it is safe for us to approach, or else put this menu in your pocket if you want us to run. To contact us later, put an ad on recycler.com to sell your old movie projector." I figured we'd get a kid to go around the pier handing out menus to everyone as if he works for the café. That way he wouldn't be going straight up to Barry.

We hung out at the café for another hour, then split up to wander around the beach. Before we went our separate ways, Beth hugged me. "You are so inventive," she said.

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Barry showed up two hours later and picked out a fishing spot about halfway down the left rail.

Beth was chatting up a family with three little kids at the time, acting like she was their nanny or something. I got her attention, and she put our plan into action. I watched as Beth pulled her shorts back on over her string bikini and then she checked that she had some cash handy. She approached a pre-teen girl and paid her to deliver the menus while I watched through my camera. I saw the girl walk around handing out the menus. I saw Barry read his. And, I saw him fold it up and put it in his pocket.

"Oh, shit! Oh, shit! That's the bug-out signal." I muttered to myself under my breath. I looked over to where Beth was standing and I saw that she had turned to face away from the pier and was blending in to a crowd of people watching a volleyball game. So, she saw it, too. Crap!

I didn't react for 10 minutes. It was Beth's idea that no matter what, we shouldn't panic. She reasoned that if we were to cut and run, then whoever was watching might notice. So, I was still watching when Barry stood up to leave. He faced the beach and patted his pockets as if looking for something. He pulled the menu out of his left pants pocket, looked at it for a second as if he forgot what it was, and then put it back. Finally, he pulled his cars keys out of another pocket. So, he was making doubly sure that we saw him put the note in his pocket.

I waited another fifteen minutes and then wandered off towards the parking lot. Our contingency plan was to rendezvous at the bus station. I tried hard to see if I could spot anyone on my tail. As far as I could tell, I was clean. 

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Chapter 2: Hiding in Plain Sight

I was two blocks away from the pier when a silver Chevy Suburban pulled up to the curb next to me and Beth leaned out of the right rear passenger window. "Hey, Greg! It's me, Karen." Beth waved at me as I approached. I thought to myself, Oh, Good idea giving us pseudonyms. We can't be too careful. Beth picked two names that were easy to remember. Karen was the name of her best friend from high school and Karen's brother was named Greg.

I peered into the car and saw that Beth/Karen was once again hanging out with that family of five from the beach where she had been acting like their nanny. She hopped out of the SUV and gave me a hug, and then she introduced them. "This is Mr. and Mrs. Acker and their three boys." 

The mother, who was leaning out of the front passenger window said, "Call me Amy, and that's Fred." She pointed over her shoulder at her husband behind the wheel. The two of them were in their mid-thirties. Both appeared to be of Eastern European descent with black hair and dark features. Fred was tall, while Amy was about average. The three boys, from what I could see, appeared to be between the ages of five and ten. In other words, they were just your typical, middle class, conservative family.

As Beth introduced me to them she gave me a last name of Purcell and she proceeded to make up a story about how we met. She said that both of our wallets had been stolen off the beach the day before and that we met at the police station when we both reported the thefts. It was a pretty clever story, actually. Not only did it make for a sympathetic situation, but it also explained why we were living off the grid and dealing only in cash, in case anyone wondered.

Beth wrapped up her tale saying, "We hung out together as we went to each other's banks to have them cancel our credit cards and stuff. All the while, Greg kept taking pictures of me. Turns out he's some kind of professional photographer. Aren't you, Greg?" She pointed to the DSLR camera hanging around my neck.

I went along. "It's more of a hobby, really. Sometimes I make a few bucks by selling stock photos for commercial purposes. You know, for web sites and stuff."

Beth then said to me, "So, Greg, I'm glad I ran into you again because I forgot to give you my e-mail address so you can send me copies of the photos you took of me." Beth reached into her backpack for some paper and a pen and wrote something out. She folded it in half and handed it me. I put it in my pocket without looking at it.

As Beth climbed back into the SUV, Amy asked me, "Greg, can we give you a ride somewhere?" 

"Sure, thanks. The bus terminal is about 5 bocks that way," I said, pointing east.

One of the boys climbed over to the back seat, making room for me next to Beth. As Fred put the car in drive, Amy turned in her seat to face me. "What time does your bus leave?"

"Oh, I haven't picked a destination yet. I figured I'd just get on the next departing bus and go wherever it takes me."

Amy and Beth both smiled and Beth said, "That's funny. That's exactly what I said not 10 minutes ago when the Ackers invited me to travel with them."

"Oh yeah? Where are you all going, if you don't mind me asking?"

Amy's smile became even broader. "Do you want to tell him, Karen?"

Beth blushed a bit and said, "They're taking me to a nudist resort up north."

I couldn't believe my ears. "A nudist resort. Really?"

"Yeah, really." 

My eyes involuntarily darted up and down Beth's body and I smiled at the thought of her running around in the buff for all the world to see. Having just seen Beth naked that morning, it wasn't hard for me to imagine, at all.

Amy added, "We're going for a four week working-vacation." I turned to look at her and immediately began to wonder what she looked like in the nude. It was obvious she could tell what I was thinking, because she sat up straighter and smiled in a way that dared me to imagine it.

Amy then turned toward Beth and said, "Karen, you can invite Greg to come along, if you want."

Obviously, Beth and I were both hoping to hear that, but Beth pretended to think about it. For my part, I was visibly nervous--both at the idea of being nude in public myself, but also I wasn't sure that hanging out at a resort was what we needed to be doing just then. "Um, don't we need a reservation, or something?" I asked.

"Well, the guest rooms are probably booking up fast, yeah. But the resort is always looking for extra help during the summer. The way that Karen here has hit it off with my kids, I'm sure I can get her a job at the day care center. And a charming guy like you should have no problem finding a job that suits you. You'll get free room and board, although I'm afraid that 'room' probably only means a sleeping bag on the floor of a crowded bunkhouse."

I paused to think. It was quick thinking for Beth to catch a ride with the Ackers, but wow! Hiding out in a nudist colony? What was she thinking? On the other hand, it's not like we had a lot of options. 

Beth acted like she came to a decision and formally asked me to join them.

Fred asked, "Does that mean we're not going to the bus station after all?"

I replied. "Oh, what the hell, you only live once, huh?" 

Amy was overjoyed. "That's the spirit! You'll have fun, I guarantee it." 

As Fred turned the car around and headed towards the freeway, Amy proceeded to tell us what to expect when we got to the resort. She named some of the rules of etiquette and what kinds of activities go on there. She warned us how it will feel awkward at first being naked in front of strangers, but that everyone there was truly friendly and would make us feel right at home. "Believe me," said Amy. "Before the end of your first day, you will become so comfortable with the nudist lifestyle that you'll wonder why people who've never tried it make such a fuss about it." 

I had no doubt that Amy believed what she was saying, but it was a lot to absorb. I had gone skinny dipping with friends before, but this would be a whole other story, walking around naked, day in and day out, in front of hundreds of strangers. 

We had a four-hour drive ahead of us--four long hours in which to contemplate my fate--so, it was just after six o'clock when we finally pulled up to a motorized gate with a sign that said "Pleasant Hills Resort." Fred punched in a code that he had jotted down and the gate opened for us. We then drove down a long horseshoe driveway and pulled up to the entrance.

As we unloaded ourselves from the SUV, I noticed a plaque mounted over the door jam, and I pointed it out to Beth. It read, "Please check your Puritan values at the door."

###

The resort was much bigger than I expected. On the drive up, I kept picturing a woodland campsite with a bunch of cabins scattered about, but what I found looked more like a luxury hotel. The main building was four stories tall with two wings. 

The vaulted lobby was decorated like a turn-of-the-century hotel--or a bordello, perhaps--with carved wood paneling, tiffany lamps, marble counters, crystal vases, and plenty of lace. A long, mahogany registration desk faced the main entrance. Behind the registration desk was a gift shop with its own rear entrance. The sales counter for the gift shop backed up to the registration desk so that a single clerk could handle both the registration desk and the gift shop's cash register just by swiveling around. 

A dozen people milled about, either browsing in the gift shop, or riding in the glass elevators, or just passing through the lobby. Everyone was naked except for us--the Ackers, Beth, and me. Half were barefoot, while the others wore either sandals or tennis shoes. A few wore hats. Most of the women wore jewelry: necklaces, bracelets, and anklets, mostly. One girl had an eye-catching collection of silver rings, three on each hand.

Behind the registration desk stood a stunningly beautiful Indian woman who could easily pass for a Bollywood starlet. She was facing away from us at first, helping a customer in the gift shop. So, the first thing I noticed about her was her straight, black hair. It was quite long, reaching most of the way down her back. When she eventually turned to face us, I fell in love with the woman's soulful brown eyes, puffy cheeks and tight-lipped but pleasant smile. Medium sized, firm breasts rode high upon her chest. She appeared to be my age, or just a bit older.

A pink and white knotted cord surrounded the clerk's narrow waist, and from that cord was suspended a small, green name tag. It said her name was Prachi and gave her title as Assistant Manager. 

Prachi greeted us with a warm smile. "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Acker. It's so good to see you again. Are you here for the summer?" Despite appearances, Prachi spoke as a California native, with no Indian accent, whatsoever.

Amy answered, "Not the whole summer, but through mid-July. Then, we have to go visit some clients."

"Oh, are you going to be here for National Nude Day on July Fourteenth? We have some really special activities planned this year."

"We wouldn't miss it."

Arrayed across the registration desk were a large blotter pad, an old rotary phone, a leather bound guest book, and a set of fountain pens with an ink well. Those were all for show, we saw, as Prachi started typing away on a thoroughly modern computer that was hidden beneath smoke Plexiglas. 

Amy directed Prachi's attention to us. "Allow me to introduce Greg and Karen. They're both looking for something to do this summer and I suggested that Vicki might be short-handed as usual."

Prachi looked us up and down as we both said hello to her. It was surreal to be having a mundane conversation with a naked woman while the rest of us were all fully clothed, but Prachi was obviously quite used to it. Apparently, Prachi liked what she saw of us because her smile opened up to reveal pearly white teeth, "I'm sure we can find something for you two--cleaning out the horse stables, if nothing else," she said with a wink to Amy. 

Amy said, "She's joking. Horseback riding is about the only activity they don't have here."

Prachi said, "Why don't you two take a seat over there and after I finish checking in the Ackers I'll buzz Vicki to come up and meet you?" 

"Okay," we both said to Prachi. Then, we thanked Amy for her endorsement and said that we looked forward to seeing her and her family around during their stay. Beth and I then wandered over to a couch near the front entrance.

"Are we really going to do this?" I leaned close to Beth and spoke softly.

"Do you have any better ideas?" she countered. "To stay off the grid we can't use our credit cards and our cash won't last long. If we hang out here, we'll get free room and board."

"Hanging out is right," I said, smiling, while I looked significantly at her ample chest that was barely contained by her blue bikini top. She then glanced at my crotch and smiled back. 

I shrugged. "This gives a whole new meaning to the expression, 'hiding in plain sight,'" I quipped.

Beth said, "Well, if we're about to be interviewed for jobs at a nudist resort, I suppose we ought to dress the part." Beth reached behind her neck and untied the string that held up her top. She then stood up, kicked off her shoes, and continued to undress, folding her clothes neatly and placing them in her backpack. Once she was down to just her socks, she put her tennis shoes back on. For the second time that day, my lovely sister allowed me to see her in all her naked glory. With her standing boldly in front me, I realized that Beth exhibited no tan lines whatsoever, which either meant that she had been sunbathing in the nude somewhere, or visited a tanning booth recently.

I followed Beth's lead and stripped off my own clothes. I felt a rush of emotions being nude in public for the first time. Anxiety and apprehension were foremost by the time I dropped by briefs to let my dick hang out for my sister and anyone else to see, but it also felt thrilling and liberating at the same time. Cautiously, I looked at Beth's face to see how she was taking the sight of her naked brother for the first time, and was relieved to see her give me a supportive smile. I half expected her to crack a joke at my expense, but I sensed that, for all her bravado, she was just as nervous as I was. I returned the smile and patted her on her shoulder.

Just then Amy stepped up to us and said, "We're in suite 345, in the north wing." She pointed to an elevator on our right where her husband was keeping the door open for her. "Easy to remember, huh? Three-four-five. Stop by any time, or ring the room and leave a message." Amy was all business, hardly taking notice of the fact that Beth and I had stripped off our clothes. It was my first taste of what it's like to be accustomed to social nudity, and it felt good. My anxiety level dropped a bit.

Amy turned and walked away towards the elevator with a sway in her step, and I looked forward to seeing that fine ass in the buff soon.

###

Vicki turned out to be the general manager of the resort, a 45-year-old woman who entered through the gift shop like a Tasmanian devil. She was tall and rail thin. She, of course, was nude, wearing only a pair of platform sandals that made her even taller. There was hardly any shape to her hips, so her best assets were her firm, full breasts which were relatively large for her small frame. Her skin was darkly tanned and contrasted well with her thick, shoulder length, sandy-blonde hair. Her pubes were the same sandy-blonde color, neatly trimmed to just cover her pubic mound.

A cell phone attached to Vicki's left arm flashed blue to indicate the prescience of a Bluetooth headset. That explained why Vicki appeared to be talking to herself--in a heavy New Jersey accent--as she entered. She was actually talking to someone else on the phone, something about a plumbing problem. Prachi signaled Beth and I to join them at the front desk, and Vicki shook our hands as she wrapped up her conversation with the plumber.

Prachi said, "Vicki, this is Greg and Karen. Amy Acker says we should hire them for the summer."

Vicki looked us over and smiled. 

I said, "Actually, you wouldn't even need to pay us. We're more interested in room and board."

"Nonsense. If I agree to take you on, you'll get minimum wage. Plus, depending on what jobs you do, there could be some tip money going your way. Now, tell me about yourselves."

Beth spoke up first. "I'm a sophomore studying linguistics, with a minor in studio art. My summer jobs have mostly been about tutoring and babysitting, so this will be an interesting change of pace." For the first time all day, Beth wasn't making anything up. That was all true.

"Actually, Karen, you can do some tutoring here too, if you feel like it. Many of our members home school their children, and we even have a certified teacher on staff here that helps them with the requisite paperwork and such."

"Really? I never imagined tutoring here. I was expecting to be chopping onions and making beds." 

"Oh, I should explain. We've got that sort of thing covered with the full time staff. They live in town and come here to work just like at any hotel. We call them the back staff, since they're usually working behind the scenes, and not out in front of the guests. You can easily tell who they are because they wear the usual maid and cook uniforms, for health and safety reasons mostly, you understand. On the other hand, you'll be part of the front staff, like Prachi here. They are the ones who coordinate the activities, run the shops, serve drinks, and anything else that involves interacting with the guests. Some of them also live in town and work here year round, but most come here to work for the summer, and they stay in the bunk house. Their only uniform is a name tag." Prachi smiled and pointed out the nametag tied to her waist, using an elaborate gesture as if she were a spokesmodel on a TV game show.




Hide in Plain Sight



"This isn't your first experience with nudism, is it?"

After a quick glance at me, Beth said, "Well, I've never been to a resort like this, or a nude beach, or anything like that, but in high school I played a lot of strip poker and Truth or Dare. My best friend thought I was nuts because I was always eager to play with the boys, even though I wasn't any good at poker and was usually the first girl to lose all of her clothes."

"So, a bit of an exhibitionist, huh? You do seem quite comfortable already for a newbie."

Beth didn't say anything, just nodded.

Turning towards me, Vicki said, "So what's your story, Greg?"

"Um, I just became a senior in college, a math major. Last summer, I interned at a software company. It was kind of boring, actually. That's why I decided to take this summer off and bum around. I figured it was my last chance to do something crazy before I graduated out into the real world." Vicki smiled when I said the word "crazy."

"I've never been to a nudist resort before, either. But, two years ago I was on the water polo team when a broken water main shut down the women's locker room and it took them two and a half months to fix it. So, um, to make a long story short, the girls decided to shower with us in the men's locker room. At first, there was a strict look-but-don't-touch policy in place, but it was always crowded and there were more than a few accidental touches. When nobody complained, there were yet more touches, accidentally on purpose." I gave the air quotes gesture. "The girls were just as guilty as the guys, but it was all in fun, and nothing overtly sexual. Everyone knew not to go too far and ruin a good thing." 

Vicki smiled. "One of these days, I'd like to hear the long version of that story." She reached over and squeezed one of my biceps. "You still swim, I assume? I don't suppose you happen to be a certified lifeguard?"

"No, I'm not a lifeguard, but it sounds fun." I said, "I do know CPR and first aid."

"Excellent. Our head lifeguard can teach you everything else you need to know and get you certified."

Vicki then addressed both of us. "I like that the two of you are polite, well educated, and articulate. It seems like you can be funny and charming, too. I think you'll fit right in with our guests."

"Does that mean were hired?" Beth asked.

"It sure does, honey. Welcome aboard." 

Vicki turned to Prachi, who had only been half listening to us while she waited on some gift shop patrons, and said to her, "I'll take over the counter for a bit while you go show our newest staff members to the bunkhouse and get them settled in. By the time you bring them back here, I'll have their name tags ready and their duty schedules entered into the computer." 

Beth and I thanked Vicki and turned to leave with Prachi, but Vicki stopped us with one more thing to add. "Now, just to be clear, this resort is clothing-optional for the guests. Everyone usually goes nude, which is the whole point of coming here, but sometimes they'll cover up if the weather turns chilly or for some other practical reason. However, those of you on the front staff are expected to set the example. So, that means that you must remain naked pretty much at all times, and that includes your off hours. You understand? If the weather gets really bad, wait until you are sure that every guest in sight has covered up before you even think about covering yourself, and when the sun comes back out, be sure you disrobe well before the first guest does. Got it?"

Beth and I both nodded.

"Good, good. Now, I'm sure that Prachi will tell you everything else you need to know, but if you ever have any questions in the future, just look for anyone with a name tag."

###

Chapter 3: Welcome to the Bunkhouse

As Prachi stepped out from behind the registration desk, I finally got a good look at her from head to toe. I was pleased to see that her narrow waist was complimented by wide hips that gave her a curvy figure. Around her right ankle, she wore a knotted cord similar to the one around her waist, except this one was made in various shades of blue. I also saw that her pubic mound was dusted with black stubble, and I couldn't help but fixate on it for longer than would be polite. Prachi smiled at me and nonchalantly explained, "I'm letting it grow out long enough so that I can get it waxed off. There has to be enough hair for the wax to grab onto. In the mean time, it itches like crazy," she confided. She proved the point by scratching on either side of her pussy before turning and leading the way through the gift store exit.

This is it, I thought to myself as we headed outside into the open air. I'm actually about to step out into a public space wearing nothing but a pair of sandals and a smile.

Prachi led us through the main courtyard. A few dozen guests were seated at patio tables with large umbrellas that were steeply angled to block the setting sun. Some of the guests played cards or backgammon. Others chatted. Yet others just relaxed on chaise lounges while soaking in the last of the day's sunlight. 

A cute Asian waitress looked our way while distributing a trayload of drinks. When the tray was empty she headed over to us.

I got a nice long look at her as she approached. Everything about her was asymmetric. For example, one of her small, dark nipples was pierced with a little, gold ring, but not the other. Also, her straight black hair was cut short in uneven layers that covered one ear, but not the other. Even her pubic hair was asymmetric, having been formed into the shape of a checkmark. The finishing touch on her asymmetric "wardrobe" was a single garter band worn on her left thigh. The garter band was where she attached her name tag, and I saw that her name was Eva. "New members?" Eva asked Prachi.

"New workers. This is Greg and Karen. I'm showing them the ropes." Prachi turned to us and said, "Eva here just graduated with a degree in biology. She's going to med school in the fall. She's a neurosurgeon in the raw."

"You mean in the rough," Eva corrected her. "The expression is, 'a diamond in the rough.'"

"Yeah, yeah. That too." Prachi winked.

Beth said, "Congratulations on your degree, and good luck in med school." Eva thanked her and headed back to the bar.

Moving on, we passed a large water fountain. Its central element was a bronze sculpture of three women in turn-of-the-century bathing costumes. "I like the juxtaposition," I said to Prachi as we went by. "Normally the figures in the artwork are naked and the onlookers are clothed." 

"You noticed that juxtaposition, huh? You think you're pretty smart, don't you?" She said it in a tone that implied, "nobody likes a Smart Alec," however her facial expression betrayed her and I got the feeling that she actually does like smart people. So, I resolved to let my brilliance shine whenever I'm around her.

Beth said, "Well, what I noticed is that I'm strolling naked though a very public place, yet hardly anyone is taking any notice. It's unbelievable how comfortable I feel already, like this is the most natural thing in the world."

"It truly is. You know, the loom wasn't invented until 6,000 years ago. That's only a drop in the bucket in terms of human evolution. For 97% of our lives as a species, we were all naked 24/7, except for the occasional fur skin blanket to keep warm."

"I never thought about that," said Beth,

A wide set of brick steps led to a lower terrace. A big gazebo at one end cast long shadows across the perfectly manicured lawn towards a children's play area at the other end. Five or six toddlers were playing in the sandbox while two young mothers, not much older than me, supervised from behind the railing of the terrace above. The women were both quite fit with short, blond hair and generous curves. One was slightly taller than the other.

As we walked past the playground, a four-year-old girl yelled, "Prachi!" and came running. She bumped into Prachi at full speed and hugged her around the legs. 

Prachi greeted her back, "Hi, Kristy. How are you?" Prachi picked Kristy up and held her such that the girl's legs straddled Prachi's left hip.

The shorter of the two mothers waved to us. "Hi Prachi. Who are your friends?" We all walked over to say hi.

"Greg is a new lifeguard, starting tomorrow, and Karen is a tutor." 

"It's nice to meet you." The taller woman leaned over the railing to shake my hand. She had to bend way over to reach me, and in that position, her heavy, enlarged breasts swayed freely right at my eye level. "I'm Olivia, and this is Rachel."

Rachel, being a few inches shorter, had to get on her tip-toes before she could lean over to shake my hand. I got an eyeful of her ample tits, as well. I also noticed that a man who was sitting in a lounge chair directly behind the two mothers cracked a big grin, and I could only imagine how good Rachel's taut leg muscles and round derrière looked from that vantage point.

The ladies all chatted for a few minutes--something about organizing a storytelling session--but I didn't pay attention as the two mothers continued to lean over the whole time, and I was mesmerized by their swaying tits, and especially by Rachel's thick, hard nipples. 

Eventually, Prachi set Kristy down and said, "I gotta go now, but I'll ..." Prachi didn't finish her sentence as the fickle girl hurried off to play with her friends again and didn't look back. We said goodbye to Olivia and Rachel.

Moving on down the path, we approached some guests who were playing a rousing game of bocce ball. Opposite them, a more sedate group tried their hand at croquet. Spectators gathered under portable awnings while misters worked to keep everyone cool.

Prachi led us between the two groups to where a second set of steps brought us down to the fenced-in swimming pool. We couldn't go in, because the gate was locked, but through the fence I could see that it was a fair sized, L-shaped pool with two diving boards and an attached Jacuzzi spa.

The path we were on continued downhill to a large, secluded, kidney-shaped pond that was completely surrounded by a forest of evergreens. The pond measured about a mile in length going north to south, and about a quarter-mile across, east to west. The resort was situated on the east side of the pond, right about in the middle. We only ventured close enough make out a dock with a dozen row boats and four sailboats tied up to it. I watched as two teenage boys dove off the end of the dock and swam out to where two girls were rowing out of sync and making their boat spin in circles.

Prachi had us double back and then she led us along a narrow, hidden path between the trees that I failed to notice on our way down. We emerged in a clearing that held three buildings. 

One of the buildings was an old barn that had been converted into a garage. A man in a mechanic's uniform was working on repairing the engine of a white van with the resort logo on the door. A naked, muscular redheaded guy named Alan was washing two more vans just like it.

When Prachi introduced us, Alan set the garden hose down and turned to face us. Alan's own "hose" was stiff. It even twitched slightly when he shook Beth's hand. We engaged in small talk for a minute, during which time nobody said anything about the fact that Alan was erect, nor even acknowledged it in any way. After we moved on and let him get back to washing the vans, Beth giggled and said in a voice too low for Alan to hear, "What's the protocol here?"

"The protocol for what?" asked Prachi.

"For when a guy has a hard on," Beth replied.

"Oh. There is no protocol. You can pretend to ignore it, or stare right at it, or joke about it, or anything in between. We've all experienced it all. After a while, you'll get jaded, and hardly even notice them any more. Well, I mean, you'll notice, like the guys always notice whenever our nipples get hard. Right, Greg? It's hardwired into our brains to look. But, over time, that momentary glance won't be as distracting. You'll see."

The next stop on Prachi's tour was the bunkhouse where we would be sleeping. It was a rectangular two-story building. The huge front door was made of solid oak with ornate iron hardware. Above the door jam, was mounted a plaque--just a plank of wood with hand-carved lettering--that read, "Stowe yer hangups."

"That's a bit more succinct than the one over the entrance to the main lobby," I commented, to no one in particular.

"And even more liberal, actually," Prachi added. I wasn't quite sure what she meant by that, but I didn't ask.

Prachi unlocked the door by waving her nametag in front of a sensor pad. The door opened into a tiled entryway. Directly beyond the entryway a wide wooden staircase with a red carpet runner led up to the second story, but rather than ascending those stairs, we turned left and stepped down into a lounge area. 

The lounge was decorated in rustic textures of oranges and reds. It was part of an open floor plan. Beyond it we could see into a large kitchen as well as a dining area that seated twelve.

Two guys sat on a big, slip-covered couch watching a baseball game on a large flat-screen TV. Behind the couch, two women sat at an octagonal poker table with their laptop computers open in front of them. One of the guys hit the mute button on the remote as all four of the staff members stood up to greet us. Prachi introduced them as Brent, Robert, Yvonne, and Tamara. 

Tamara stood out in my mind as being the first black staff member that I'd met so far. She had long, straight hair that was swept back behind delicate ears. She also had a bright smile, piercing dark eyes, and thin, arching eyebrows. In all, she gave off an inquisitive and empathetic demeanor.

Tamara was also the most exuberant of the bunch and the first to jump out of her seat to greet us. She spoke in a French accent as she pulled Beth and me into a group hug, as if we were long lost friends. 

It was my first naked group hug. I was beginning to lose track of how many firsts this day had brought me. As Prachi pried Tamara off of us she said, "You can see why Vicki hired Tamara to be our number one Activity Director."

Going around the room, Prachi continued the introductions with Brent. "Brent works the front desk, like me, among other things." Brent was a blond, blue-eyed, all-American, with an easy smile. I could certainly picture him behind the desk as the first person to greet new guests. Beth wasn't shy about checking out Brent's package, for he had the thickest cock we'd seen yet. He was also the first guy that I had seen at the resort with a pierced nipple. Many of the women at the resort had pierced nipples, but Brent was the first man that we'd seen with one. 

"You remind me of somebody I used to play strip poker with," Beth told him.

Brent just smiled and took it as a compliment. He addressed Prachi, "I take it Vicki is minding the store? If you are going to be a while, should I go relieve her?"

"If you don't mind, she'd probably appreciate it." 

Brent shook my hand and gave Beth a quick sideways hug, saying "It's nice to meet you." Then he was off.

Robert was the only shy one in the bunch, relatively speaking. (How shy can a nudist possibly be?) Prachi merely introduced him as a staff "go-fer" and Robert left it at that.

Finally, Prachi introduced me to Yvonne as one of only six lifeguards currently on staff. As you might expect of a lifeguard, Yvonne was rather stocky and muscular for a woman, but also definitely feminine. She sported a golden tan and sun bleached hair. Unfortunately, a rather ugly facial scar on her left check detracted from her natural beauty. I learned later that she got the scar in a boating accident when she was ten, and that it was one reason she became a nudist. She figured out early on that baring her naked body gave the boys something else to focus on.

Yvonne told me that I was a sight for sore eyes. She explained, "We are seriously short on lifeguards right now, so the pool closes early most days and the guests are complaining. Did you get a chance to meet Jason before he left for the day? He's our head lifeguard and he's also a certified instructor."

"No," Prachi answered. "Jason knows he's here, but they haven't met yet."

"Oh, okay, good. Well, it was great to meet you. I guess I'll be seeing you around, then." Yvonne and Tamara went back to their laptops and Robert returned to his ball game.

As we continued our tour, Prachi said, "You can stow your stuff upstairs, but first there's one more room to see down here." She took us through a door at the back of the lounge that led into the single largest bathroom I'd ever seen in my life. It held six sinks, four large shower stalls, two Jacuzzi tubs, and three water closets, each with a toilet and a bidet. Actually, to describe it as having four shower stalls isn't quite right. It was more like one giant stall with eight shower heads, four high and four low. A tiled bench seat in a plus-sign pattern was the only thing that divided the stalls. Later, I would come to see that that bench seat served as a social center for off-duty staff--just as much as the seating around the poker table did.

The water closets were the only part of the bathroom that offered any privacy. Even so, at one point Yvonne entered one of the toilets and, without bothering to close the door, she sat down and proceeded to pee. Beth and I both averted our eyes and Prachi laughed. "As you can see, we don't stand on ceremony around here. That's one example of how this bunkhouse is even more liberal than the rest of the resort. We don't keep any secrets from each other in here."

We turned around and went upstairs. The large, open landing at the top of the stairs held a pair of easy chairs next to a window. The opposite wall was lined with lockers. Prachi showed us how to program new combination codes into two of them and we stashed our backpacks.

The rest of the floor was divided into five bedrooms that each held two or three bunk beds with a corresponding number of dressers. Besides a few paintings on the walls, the rooms were rather stark. I thought to myself, With all of these gorgeous, naked bodies roaming around, who needs fancy décor?

I commented to Prachi that I'd never seen queen sized bunk beds before.

"They were custom made for us. Right now, there are plenty of bunks to go around, but come July we'll be doubling up, two--or even three--to a bed." Prachi took us to the last bedroom at the end of the hall. "This is my bunk," she said, indicating a lower bunk near a window. "The other three bunks are open, so take your pick."

Prachi went back out into the hallway and opened a linen closet. She pulled out a set of sheets and handed them to Beth. I reached in and grabbed a second set for myself, which surprised Prachi. "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you two were a couple."

"No, just friends," I said.

"Actually, we only just met a few days ago," said Beth.

"Really? Oh." Prachi paused and pondered for a second, then shook her head and went on playing tour guide. "Dirty linens go here," she said, pointing to a laundry chute. 

We went back into the bunkroom and started making up the beds. Without saying anything, Beth automatically set aside her sheet set and helped me make up the lower bunk first. Then, I helped her make the upper bed. Afterwards, it occurred to me that, for two people who supposedly just met, our moves where rather choreographed. I hoped that Prachi didn't take notice.

As we headed back downstairs, Prachi explained a couple of rules. "Upstairs, it's lights-out at eleven and then alarm clocks start going off at six. Lights-out means no talking, no sex, and no other distractions of any kind for the people trying to sleep. Downstairs, we try to keep it to a dull roar during the night."




Hide in Plain Sight



Continuing the tour, we peeked behind the bunkhouse and saw the employee parking lot and a big garden shed. Prachi then led us up a winding path that took us to a sports area with two tennis courts, a basketball court, two volleyball nets, and a climbing wall. There was also a barbeque picnic area and I could also see an archery range off in the distance. 

One of the tennis courts was hosting a mother-daughter doubles challenge, and each of the four players wore nothing but crisp, white tennis shoes and fluffy ankle socks. One of the volleyball nets was also in use. Prachi pointed out that one of the volleyball teams consisted of off-duty staffers and the other team was made up of guests. Each team consisted of three men and one woman. 

It was all I could do not to gawk at all the bouncing breasts. I'm sure Beth was having an equally hard time keeping her eyes off the bouncing cocks. One young tennis player, in particular, really grabbed my attention. Her blond hair was three feet long and braided into a thick pony tail. Every time she took a swing, that pony tail whipped around her tanned, toned body to hit her in the arms, or the abs, or sometimes a direct hit to one tit or the other. It looked painful and distracting, but she was obviously used to it, and it didn't seem to affect her game.

I must have been really staring in a trance, because I suddenly realized that Beth and Prachi were both yelling, "Greg!" (I still wasn't used to being called that.) I turned to see that they were standing at the entrance to a footbridge that crossed a small ravine, and they were waving for me to catch up. These two young women were standing out in the open, naked as the day they were born, and waving for me to look in their direction. As I ran over to join them, I marveled yet again at how lucky I was, and also at how quickly Beth and I were adapting to this nudist lifestyle.

We walked a short path beyond the footbridge, which ended our tour back at the main building. There, we passed through an employee entrance straight into the basement of the north wing. Once inside, Prachi pointed out the mess hall, the laundry, the kitchen and the pantry. Many of the doors were labeled, "No admittance without proper attire per California health and safety codes." 

From there, we took the stairs up to the ground level. Before we left the stairwell, Prachi pointed up to the second floor, "Room 231 is set aside for us staffers. There's four more bunks in there. Anyone working the graveyard shift can sleep there during the day, 'cause God knows you wouldn't get a wink if you tried to sleep in the bunkhouse with all the comings and goings."

The first floor hallway led us past a spa/gymnasium facility and a series of shops, including a barber shop, a beauty salon, a business center, and finally, the gift shop where our tour started. In keeping with the turn-of-the-century theme from the lobby, the barber shop was decorated with porcelain fixtures and collections of straight razors and apothecary bottles, and the beauty salon looked like a Victorian lady's boudoir. 

Along the way, we met three more staff members, a tall, blonde beautician named Cyndi, and two personal trainers. One of the trainers was a guy named Clark, a big, buff guy with colorful, full-sleeve tattoos. The other trainer was a woman named Darlene. Darlene was Vicki's age, in her mid forties, but with the body of a twenty-something-year-old. Her boobs were too big and too firm to be real, but that didn't stop me from appreciating them anyway, especially in comparison to her impossibly tiny waist. I stood and watched her move with ballerina grace as she easily kept pace with three clients at once, until Prachi and Beth dragged me away.

###

When we got back to the gift shop, Prachi sent us through a door that I hadn't noticed before. It led into a small office. I saw that the office featured a one-way mirror that overlooked the lobby. How sneaky.

Vicki had a couple of name tags for us with black arm bands. "They're waterproof, so keep them on even when swimming and showering. You don't have to wear them when you are off duty, but it's helpful if you do. However, you should definitely not wear them if you go offsite."

"What's the significance of these badges being red?" I asked. They were sort of a rust color, as compared to the avocado green color of most of the other badges we'd seen.

"It means that nobody is allowed to take your picture. You see, guests are only allowed to take pictures of the people in their own party unless they get written permission first. The only exception to that rule is that it's okay for them to catch a staffer in the background if the staffer is wearing a green name tag. So, I figured you would want red badges to start. If you ever decide to switch to green, just let me know." 

Vicki went on to suggest a variety of optional ways to wear the tags on our bodies in case the arm bands were not to our liking. Beth asked Vicki if she had an extra garter band like Eva had on. Vicki answered by pointing out through the office door into the gift shop towards a rack of fashion accessories. "You get an employee discount. Have Prachi put it on your tab." I glanced down at Beth's thigh and imagined what the name tag would look like there. I realized how the garter would draw attention to Beth's firm, muscular legs, which I knew she considered to be her second-best physical feature.

Vicki looked at a clock on the wall and saw that it was after eight thirty. "My, how time flies. You must be starving. Here, I printed out your schedules, plus a calendar of activities, rules for the contests we're having, and that sort of thing. And, here's your employee handbook. Take these down to the mess hall and read up while you grab some dinner. After that, you are on your own until you report to your first shift starting tomorrow." Vicki pointed to the schedules she just handed us. 

According to mine, I didn't need to report to Jason, the head lifeguard, until ten. Beth was jealous that I'd get to sleep in, because she was scheduled to meet the teacher consultant, whose name was Gail Watson, at eight. "At least I won't have to spend much time getting dressed," she mused.

###

I arrived at the pool area a few minutes before ten, just as a man was unlocking the gate. He was wearing cargo shorts, a blue T-shirt, and a baseball cap with a US Navy logo on it. 

I said, "Hi. You must be Jason."

"And you must be Greg. Hey, nice watch. Is that an Invicta?" I was only wearing three items at the time: my name tag in its arm band, a pair of sandals, and my watch.

"Yeah, you know your watches."

Jason held up his own chronograph wristwatch to show me. "This one's a Citizen. When you walk around in the nude all day, the only chance you have to make a fashion statement is in deciding what jewelry to wear. For us guys, that mostly means a watch. So, yeah, I know my watches. Speaking of which, follow me while I go stash my clothes in the office."

Jason stripped down to just a pair of flip-flops on his feet and a whistle on a lanyard around his neck and then had me walk with him as he made rounds. He inspected the first aid kits, checked the battery on the automatic defibrillator, and set out some life preserver floats in various places. 

I thought it was surreal for the two of us to be walking around with our dicks hanging out as we talked business. The difference between us was striking. His tanned, circumcised cock bounced around above a dark pair of hairless testicles, while my uncircumcised cock was pale white and rested above a rat's nest of curly public hair. Jason was short and stocky with long, blond hair and a dark tan. There was absolutely no doubt you were talking to someone who spent his life in the sun--a professional surfer would have been a good guess if you didn't already know he was lifeguard.

Jason sized me up while I was doing the same to him. He asked me a bunch of questions about my water polo days and, liking what he heard, gave me a confident smile.

We ended the rounds with him taking down a sign that said "No lifeguard on duty--swim at your own risk," and then he climbed up into the lifeguard tower and took first watch while continuing to talk with me.

"Anyone who uses the pool or Jacuzzi is expected to shower with soap first, before they get in." He pointed towards a pair of outdoor showers that were built in to the side of the pool house. By this time, a dozen guests had entered the pool area, and at that moment a woman was scrubbing down two boys under one shower head and the other was open. "Go shower and then come back give me 20 laps." Off I went.

As I got closer to the pool house, I noticed that the woman was Amy Acker. She looked even hotter naked than I imagined she would, especially considering that she had given birth three times. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her well-toned body. Her medium-sized breasts might have been fake, but they seemed natural enough to me. Amy had gone Brazilian, leaving just a small, rectangular patch of hair above her well-defined pubic mound.

I wasn't surprised to see that her belly button was pierced with a small diamond stud, but I never would have guessed the tattoo. It was at least twelve inches long, running down the right side of her body from the top of her hip to mid-thigh. At first blush, it was merely an intricate Celtic knotwork design. However, it didn't take too much imagination to interpret the shape as a phallic symbol, erect and pointing upwards with a helmeted tip and a pair of testicles at the root. I wondered if she got that before or after she became a mother.

Amy was happy to see me, too. "How are you settling in? I take it Vicki hired you? Karen, too?"

"Fine. Yes. And, Yes." I answered, in order. "Jason is going to certify me as a lifeguard and Karen is tutoring kids and helping out in the daycare center."

"Oh, that's wonderful. I guess I'll be seeing a lot of her, then."

"I like being able to see a lot of you," I quipped. "You are a beautiful woman, if you don't mind me saying."

"Are you flirting with a married woman right in front of her boys?"

"Just offering up an honest compliment."

While we were talking, Mrs. Acker finished scrubbing down her boys, and they left us to jump into the pool. "Remember, no running." She shouted after them. Amy then stepped under the shower herself and started to lather up using body wash soap from a dispenser mounted on the wall. "Do me a favor and wash my back for me, Greg?"

"Really? Am I allowed to do that?"

"Not only is it allowed, it's actually sort of expected. You know the expression, 'You wash my back, and I'll wash your's.'"

"Isn't that expression, 'You watch my back, and I'll watch your's?'"

"Well, you can watch my back, too, if you want. Just be sure to wash it first."

So, I lathered up Amy's back, starting with her shoulders and stopping short of her fine ass. She then had me turn around and returned the favor, venturing a little lower on me than I had dared to go on her. It felt good to have her hands rubbing against my body, especially when she touched my butt cheeks, if ever so briefly. I could have enjoyed the sensation forever, but Amy quickly finished and moved back to finish her own showering, and anyway I was expected back in the pool to swim those laps.

###

Being low man on the totem pole, I didn't get my lunch break until almost one thirty. I figured Prachi would have already eaten by then, but I passed through the gift shop to ask her anyway. I'd take any excuse to see her again.

Prachi smiled when she saw me and struck a pose like a runway model. "Hi, Greg. What do you think?" I looked her up and down and realized that the stubble was gone. She must have gotten that wax job. She allowed me to take a nice, long look at her womanly charms, which were rather shy. Only a pair of puffy outer lips were revealed, plus just a hint of a clit hood, but I certainly liked what I saw--and, of course, there were no tan lines anywhere.

When I asked her if she had eaten yet, Prachi said, "Sorry. You might try Karen, though. Last time I went by the day care center, she was helping to feed the kids. So, she might not have had her own lunch yet." 

Sure enough, Beth was starving. "You have perfect timing," she told me, "but we have to hurry. I have to be back in twenty-five minutes for a tutoring session." So, we ran down to the mess hall, grabbed a couple of sandwiches, and took a table in the far corner. The mess hall was practically deserted, so we had plenty of privacy to talk.

Beth told me that she and Gail hit it off right away. "It looks like I'll be hanging out in the day-care center mostly, if you ever need to find me. I'll either be helping out in the main room, or tutoring in one of the two little classrooms they have there. I already had two tutoring sessions this morning--algebra with a 13 year old boy, and social studies with a 10 year old girl. In between, I helped corral the younger kids. That part was okay, but I definitely like working with the older kids better."

"And the kids were all naked, too?"

"Of course they were. What'd you think?" Beth was surprised I even asked.

"I dunno, just checking. I'm trying to picture myself as a 13 year old boy who gets assigned to study algebra with a smoking hot naked tutor like you. I'm sure I wouldn't be able to concentrate one iota."

"Well, it's a good thing that the teenage boys here are a hundred times more mature than you are, huh?" Beth winked.

"Hey, this is all new to me. Give me a break, will ya?" Beth just smiled

I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that we only had a few minutes left before Beth had to get back. So, I quickly changed the subject. 

"I checked the Recycler site just before ten, but no projector ad yet." I told her.

"I didn't expect that there would be one so soon."

"Yeah, I know. Anyway, I'll check it again in a few minutes on my way back to the pool."

We bussed our own dishes, and then I escorted Beth back to her classroom where a beautiful, naked, 16-year-old Latina was waiting for Beth's help with a writing assignment. Down, Boy! I chided myself. I quickly turned away and headed off to the bunkhouse.

###

When Beth caught up to me later that night, I was sitting in my bunk with my laptop computer open and I was studying a lifeguard website that Jason pointed me to. Beth closed the door so that we were alone, and I looked up.

"Hey, you changed your hair again. It looks nice." The bangs were curled back instead of hanging straight down, and the brown dye job had gotten added highlights.

"Thanks. Cyndi had a free appointment slot and offered to touch it up."

"Cyndi's the one with the six inch dangle earrings and the long, blond hair that tends to cover her boobs?"

"And the legs that go up to there, yeah. By the way, in case she brings it up, you should know that I told her the quickie dye job was because I had an accident in the school chemistry lab."

"Okay, got it."

Since there were no chairs in the room, Beth climbed up to her own bunk and lay on her stomach with her head over the edge to face me. Speaking in a low voice, she asked me if there was any news.

"Still no projector ad yet." I told her.

I tried to think if there was anything else to talk about regarding our predicament, but there wasn't. The ball was squarely in Barry's court, and all we could do was keep lying low and watch for him to make contact.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, and then Beth said to me, "Prachi likes you."

"Really? What makes you say that?"

"For one thing, what's not to like? You're handsome and smart, and buff. And, you're presidential."

"Presidential? What does that mean?"

"You walk softly but carry a big dick." Beth giggled into her hand.

"Ha, ha. That's not how that quote goes."

"Anyway, I know because she told me as much. She said she was surprised when we told her that we weren't a couple. Then she asked me if that meant that you were available. I told her yes, as far as I knew. I assured her that I didn't have any designs on you, myself. I made up a story about having just recently broken up with a boyfriend, and that I wasn't looking to jump into another relationship right away. So, don't be surprised if Prachi hits on you." 

Half jokingly, Beth then added, "Just you be careful when you bed her that you don't talk in your sleep. You might spill the beans."

"Ha, ha." I decided to change the subject, so I asked Beth how the rest of her day went.

"You are a dirty old man, you know that?"

"Where did that come from?"

"You got stiff at the sight of Grace, didn't you?"

"Who's Grace?"

"The 16-year-old girl I tutored after lunch."

"Oh. Yeah, I can't deny it. There are so many beautiful women at this resort, I'm like a kid in a candy store."

"Well, just try to control that lollipop of yours, will you?"

The door opened just as Beth was saying "control that lollipop of yours," and Prachi walked in. She looked directly at my crotch. "It looks like it's under control to me."

Beth told her, "I was talking about earlier today, in front of my students. But, I was just joking. Anyway, speaking of candy, I'm hungry. Anyone care to join me for dinner?"

I replied that I was hungry, but I didn't think I could make it all the way to the mess hall. "I can't remember the last time my muscles were so sore from working out and swimming so many sets of laps in one day."

"Ah, poor Greg." Prachi said, sarcastically.

Beth spun herself around on the bed and then slid off, feet first. This put her standing directly in front of me for a second, with her bare, musky-scented pussy just inches from my face. I don't think she realized what she had just done, though, for she casually turned and walked out the door, simply saying, "Well you know where to find me."

Prachi asked me if I wanted to follow and I said I'd rather relax for a bit longer first.

"In that case, put down the laptop, and lay down on your stomach. I'll give you a massage."

I did as she instructed and then Prachi straddled my lower back. She started by first rubbing her open palms against my back and shoulders to identify where the knots were. Then, one by one, she kneaded them loose. All the while, her smooth-as-silk pussy rubbed against the small of my back and in no time my dick was as hard as a lollipop.

Prachi got up and pulled a box of condoms out of the top dresser drawer. It was a new box and she had trouble opening it. The lid broke and several of the condoms went flying. Giggling, she picked one up and opened the wrapper. By then, I had turned onto my side with my dick pointing straight out. Prachi knelt down and applied the condom in one fluid motion. Then, she slid back into bed next to me. I explored her pussy with my fingers and found that she was already quite wet. Prachi directed me with a nudge to get on top of her, and I did. 

I entered her slowly, savoring the feel of her slick passageway pushing against sides of my penis. When I was about halfway in, I stopped, then backed out a bit. Continuing to go slowly, I pushed back in, again and again, going deeper each time, until I was buried to the hilt.

"Hold it right there," Prachi commanded. She began kissing me, on my lips, on my neck, on my ears. "This feels so good," she whispered in my ear.

"Oh, yes, it does," I agreed.

Prachi then started to move her hips up and down, and I matched her rhythm, pulling most of the way out as she went down, and then ramming myself back into her when she came up. After a few minutes of that, Prachi stopped and held me close. I could feel her cunt muscles contracting around my penis as she climaxed. A minute later, I came, too.

We continued to embrace each other while catching our breath, and then we got busy cleaning ourselves up with tissues and disposed of the condom.




Hide in Plain Sight



"What do you think of them apples?" Prachi asked me as she began to pick up the loose condoms that had gone flying and stuff them back in the box.

"I see that that's a box of 25 condoms," I said with a sly grin.

"Don't worry. There's more where these came from." Her sly grin was even bigger.

Prachi and I freshened up and joined Beth in the mess hall. By the time we got there, Beth had an empty dessert plate in front of her with two spoons. The other spoon belonged to Jason, the head lifeguard.

Beth waved us over and Jason had to turn to see who she was waving at. "Oh, Hi Prachi. Hi Greg." He turned back to face Beth as we sat down. "I didn't know you knew Greg," he commented to Beth.

Beth looked surprised. "And, I didn't know you knew him, either. Vicki hired Greg and me at the same time, and then Prachi showed us around," she said, as if that explained our entire relationship. During this exchange, I could tell that Prachi thought Beth's answer was a bit odd, but she didn't say anything. 

Beth went on, "So, Jay, how is it that you know Greg?"

I answered for him, "He's the head lifeguard, of course."

"Oh." She continued to address Jason, "You're Jason. I thought you said you were, Jay, the Karate instructor."

"That, too," said Jason. "A lot of us have multiple jobs here, and I go by either name." He glanced at the clock on the wall. "Well, I need to head back to the pool and shut things down for the night. It was nice meeting you, Karen. I look forward to seeing you in my class on Thursday. Greg, I'll see you tomorrow. Prachi, always a pleasure." 

As he got up to leave, Beth said, "Hold on. I'll walk with you." 

Prachi and I made small talk over salad and pasta, suddenly shy to discuss what had just happened. Finally, I said to her, "Thanks for making the first move." 

She smiled. "Life is short. Carpe diem." After a moment, Prachi added, "By the way. There's an unwritten rule in the bunkhouse that the girls make all the moves, and the boys always go along. No attachments. No strings. No jealousy. No regrets. It's summertime in the nudist resort, and we're all here to have fun."

"Oh, really?" I whistled. "Well, in that case, what's your next move, girl?"

"All in good time, boy. First, we need dessert." Prachi stood up and wiggled her ass at me as she walked over to the dessert case to fetch a slice of peach pie and two forks.

###

Chapter 4: Prachi 

The next day was Sunday and Jason took it easy on me with my training, or so he claims, but at the end of the day I couldn't remember ever feeling that sore before.

Once again, Prachi took pity on me and gave me a back rub. "Have you ever had sex under the stars, Greg?"

"No, I can't say that I have."

"Well, I have the perfect spot."

Prachi got up and grabbed a tote bag. She collected a few items from her dresser drawer, including the box of condoms, and then slung the tote over a shoulder and took my hand. "Let's go." 

Prachi led me uphill, past the tennis courts, to the archery range where five stacks of hay bales were arranged at different distances. She took me behind the farthest one, where some of the hay had spilled out. I helped her gather it up into one spot which she then covered with a blanket. "Lay down next to me," she directed.

There was a slight breeze and I commented to Prachi on how I liked that it made her nipples hard.

"That's not what's causing it, silly boy."

Regardless, I proceeded to taste those nipples for a while, alternating my tongue back and forth between the two. Before long, I was rock hard again, and Prachi was ready with an unwrapped condom. This time, I did most of the work, ravishing Prachi while she just relaxed and gazed up at the stars until I drove us both over the edge.

Prachi and I panted as we lay back on the blanket, looking up at the night sky. She was cradled in my arm, using my biceps for a pillow. I gently ran my fingers up and down along her hip. 

Prachi broke the silence. "That was exactly what I needed after a day like today." 

"You didn't have a good day?" I asked. "Why, what happened?" 

"About an hour into my shift this morning, everything went kabluey. One of the fluorescent light bulbs started flickering like crazy and it made an awful buzzing noise. I called Phil to change it, but he was knee deep into fixing a bathroom sink. He told me where to find a replacement bulb if I wanted to swap it out myself, but I wasn't able to get away for about an hour because the phone was ringing non-stop with people making reservations. Finally, Vicki spelled me but the bulbs weren't where they were supposed to be, and... well, you get the idea. It was just one of those days." Prachi's delightful chest rose and fell as she took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. 

"And then there was this strange guy who walked in late this afternoon and gave me the willies. He made me so nervous I jammed my finger in the cash register drawer when I turned to ring up a customer. Then, when I turned back around to finish answering his questions, he was gone. I was afraid he'd gotten past me into the resort and I almost hit the alarm button under the counter, but then I spotted him out the front window as he climbed into his truck and drove away."

"What did he do that made you so nervous?"

"Well, for one thing he must have tailgated another guest coming in through the main gate, because he walked into the lobby unannounced. Then, he tried to book a room out of the blue like this is a motel or something. Nobody ever does that. I pointed to the members-only sign and said that he needed to either be a member or have a referral from one. Also, he was all alone which goes against our second rule--that single guests are not allowed. We only let guests check in who arrive as a couple or a family. Another thing is that he didn't act right for a guy in a nudist resort. I mean, he was obviously not a practicing nudist. On the other hand, when a non-nudist guy is talking to me when I'm naked, he'll do one of two things. Either he'll keep his gaze focused straight into my eyes while actually checking me out with his peripheral vision, or he'll make it a point of glancing all around the room, as if the antiques held as much interest for him as my boobs and pussy." I wondered which of those two traits I exhibited when I first met Prachi on Friday, but before I could ask, Prachi went on, "Now, this guy was looking around the room alright, but not at the antiques, and not much at me."

"Then, what did he look at?"

"First off, he glanced at every door and window, like he was figuring out an escape route in case the building suddenly caught fire. Then he looked at the old guest book that sits out on the counter, until he figured out it's a fake and wouldn't tell him anything about who's staying here."

Oh, shit! I thought. This guy could be looking for me and Beth. Now, I was getting nervous.

"Can you describe him?"

Prachi closed her eyes and then recalled, "he was about 5'11", muscular, rough hands, curly brown hair, and a mustache. He wore khaki work pants and brown work boots, and he had a brown shirt that was unbuttoned with a black t-shirt underneath that said 'Cheap Trick'.

"Wow, you have a good memory."

Prachi smiled. "It's good enough that I remember how you made me feel a few minutes ago, but talking about this creep has me all bummed out again. So, now we have to start all over." Prachi's smile grew wicked and she yanked on my dick, hard. 

She rolled over and slid down, rubbing her boobs along my body until one was on either side of my dick. She then raised herself up and pushed her boobs together with her hands, trapping my dick between them and rubbing them back and forth. It didn't take long for me to get hard again. I tore open another condom packet and Prachi did the honors of putting it in place.

This time, Prachi wanted to be on top. She straddled me with her knees bent against my sides, and then she braced herself with her hands on my shoulders. I held on to her waist and tried to add some lift as she impaled herself on my cock and slowly began to move up and down. 

While we made love in this fashion, Prachi's magnificent breasts wiggled directly in front of my eyes. I made it a silly point to myself to stare directly at them while only noticing Prachi's face with my peripheral vision, instead of the other way around. Her face, by the way, was in a total state of bliss. Apparently, whatever I did before to hit the spot was having the same effect all over again.

"You're a wild woman!" I said to Prachi after catching my breath. 

"Oh, that's nothing. That was just straight-forward sex. I mean... don't get me wrong, it was good sex. You were great. Couldn't be better. But, if you want wild, just wait until you see what the gang has in store for you tomorrow." 

"Tomorrow? What's going on tomorrow?"

"Um, how do I put this? Let me start by saying that we all love working here or we wouldn't do it, of course, but as you'll soon see, it is hard work. It's physically tiring from all the running around, and it's emotionally draining since you are constantly on your best behavior to please the guests and provide excellent service. The weekends are always at least twice as busy as the weekdays, so everyone is really wiped by Sunday night. Therefore, Monday is for us staffers like everyone else's typical Saturday. That's the day when we all cut loose. And in the case of tomorrow, the gang has fresh meat to devour." Prachi leaned over me, clamped one of my nipples between her teeth, and growled. Then she jumped up, grabbed her tote, and danced away.

I shook out the blanket, folded it lengthwise, and carried it over my shoulder as I followed Prachi back to the bunkhouse. At first, I was mesmerized by the sight of her cute ass wiggling in the moonlight. But, then I started thinking about the mustached guy who was scoping out the guest book.

When we got back to the bunkhouse, Prachi tossed her tote into a corner of the lounge area, and then she took the blanket from me and placed it in the laundry hamper. Next, she took my hand and led me into the giant shower stall, grabbing a pair of washcloths along the way. She turned on one of the faucets and adjusted the temperature, and then had me join her under the extra large shower head.

Mounted on the wall were dispensers for body-wash, shampoo, conditioner, and sunscreen. Prachi loaded up her washcloth with body-wash and started rubbing it on her chest and tummy. I loaded up the other washcloth and started to scrub her back. Prachi shifted her attention to her arms and hands, so I got down on my knees and washed her legs and feet. I took extra care to make sure her ass was squeaky clean, and then we fought over being the one to scrub her pussy. (I won.)

Prachi didn't let me linger long. She got down on her knees to wash my feet and legs, and she insisted on washing all of my body herself. So, as she worked her way up, I grabbed some shampoo and washed my hair. With my hair being so short, it took no time at all. By then, Prachi was standing again. Cruelly, or mercifully, I'm not sure which, she spent very little time working the wash cloth around my crotch. When she moved on to my stomach and then reached around to my back, I put some more shampoo in my hand and started in on Prachi's luxuriously long hair. 

It felt fantastic to run my fingers through her silky smooth hair as I massaged her scalp. Prachi then showed me how to rub the length of her hair between my hands with my palms together, sliding them back and forth. I did so three inches at a time, working my way down her back to where her mane of hair ended just above her beautiful hips.

After rinsing off, Prachi grabbed a fluffy white towel and dried me off. I then used the towel to dry her off and squeeze the water out of her hair as best I could. I then watched her wrap a second towel around her hair like a turban using that maneuver that starts with her leaning forward and then flipping her head back.

As we emerged from the bathroom into the lounge area, I saw that Beth was sitting on one of the couches reading a magazine. "Oh, hi," I said. "How long have you been there?"

"Long enough to notice the condom wrappers spilling out of that tote bag and throw them away for you." She grinned.

I didn't know what to say. Beth waited a second and then said, "You're welcome," as if I had said thank you. She then said, "My, you two look quite content." Prachi, in particular, had plopped down on the couch across from Beth and held her arms crossed above her head in a pose that was most relaxed.

"My day started horribly, but ended on a high note, yes."

"How horrible?" Beth asked.

"Don't make her relive it, Karen." I said to Beth.

"No, it's okay," said Prachi. "I'm fine now. It just creeped me out at the time. To make a long story short, a bunch of things went wrong in the gift shop, and then we got a visit from this strange man. He was looking around, but not like a gawker. More like he was looking to find something. He tried to check in as if this was some ordinary motel. When I told him this resort is for members only, he left so fast I didn't even see him go."

Beth and I shared a look, and Prachi caught it. "What?" she asked.

Beth paused to think for a second and then said, "Follow me." She stood up and led Prachi and me upstairs to our bedroom. After closing the door behind us, Beth directed Prachi to have a seat on her bunk while Beth and I sat on my bunk, facing her. Beth then said to me, "Tell her, John."

"John?"

"That's my real name. And this is my sister, Beth. We're in hiding, and I think that guy who came around might be looking for us."

"I see. Who is he, a cop?"

Beth said, "I doubt it. To tell you the truth, we don't know who he might be or why he's after us. All we know is that we got a cryptic message from our stepfather. The message basically told us to run and stay off the grid. Our stepfather is an honest man. He doesn't do drugs or gamble, or anything like that, and we trust him completely. We're totally baffled as to why he told us to run, but we had to take him seriously. And so here we are."

"Hiding out in a nudist resort?"

"Yep. As John put it, we're hiding in plain sight." Beth stretched her arms out to the side in a gesture that said, "Look at me. I have nothing to hide."

"Well, that explains a lot. I thought there was something curious about you two. Now, it all makes sense."

Beth filled in a few more details for Prachi. While they were talking, I got up and went to my locker at the end of the hall. I came back a minute later with my DSLR camera and played back the photos that I had taken at the pier. I stopped on one that showed a man in a workman's uniform leaning against an electrical panel. Next to him was a white pickup truck parked at a red curb with a couple of orange cones set out. He was fiddling with some knobs on the control panel, but he wasn't watching what he was doing. Instead, his attention was on something across the street, where I knew the pier to be.

I zoomed in on the man and showed the picture to Prachi.

"That's him. That's the guy. And that's his truck."

I gave the camera to Beth and she studied the picture.

"Do you think he'll come back?" Prachi asked us.

"You tell us. Did he look like he felt he was really on to something here, or was he just shaking the tress to see what might fall out?"

"He looked kinda bored. I mean, he acted competent, but not entirely enthusiastic about being here, if you know what I mean. So, probably just shaking the trees."

"John, how could he have known to look here?" Beth wondered.

"If I had to guess, I'd say he and his men must have taken down all of the license plate numbers of all of the cars at the pier, including the Acker's car, and then somehow they found out that it's here. Remember how Fred used his OnStar to locate a gas station on the way up here? I'll bet mustache guy has connections with OnStar, or with the police, and that's how he was able to track the car to right here."

"So what should we do?" Beth asked of no one in particular.

Prachi said, "I think we should ask Jason for help, for one thing."

"Why Jason?"

"Because, for the moment, he's in charge of security. You haven't met Aaron yet. Aaron is one of the co-founders of the resort. He's the one who installed all of the electronic door locks, the surveillance cameras, and other security measures. But, Aaron is only here a few days a month. The rest of the time, Jason runs security."

"Surveillance cameras? At a nudist resort? That must make for some interesting viewing."

Prachi smiled. "Indeed it would, but trust me. Nobody ever watches the tapes, unless there's a problem. And I don't remember there ever being a problem in the four years that I've worked here.

"Anyway, if you want, I'll call Jason and ask him to come in early tomorrow before the pool opens. We can meet him in the security office and you can tell him your story."

I asked Beth, "What do you think?"

"Well, for one thing, if mustache guy really was on to us, I don't think we'd be sitting here right now. So, you must be right about him just shaking the trees. In which case, we're probably safe here for a while yet. I think we should stay put and talk to Jason in the morning. And, unless he has any better ideas, I think we should stick around at least another day or two and wait for Barry to contact us." 

I agreed. 

Prachi said that that sounded reasonable to her, too. She then asked, "My only question is, what should I do if the creep comes back?"

"You mentioned that you almost triggered an alarm button when you thought he got past you the first time? What alarm button?"

"It's a silent alarm direct to the police station, like they use at the banks."

"Then, I say that you should press it the minute you see this guy or his truck again and let him explain himself to the police. With any luck, you might learn something from the exchange. And, even if he has influence over the local police, the distraction might be enough for Beth and me to get away. Or, if worst comes to worst, we turn ourselves into the police and take our chances with them instead of mustache guy."

"Okay. That sounds good." Prachi excused herself and went to the resort office in the main building to look up Jason's home phone number while I checked the recycler.com site one last time, to no avail. By the time Prachi returned, Beth was asleep in her bunk, and I was drifting off in mine. Prachi, rather than climbing into her own bunk, decided to climb into mine. She crawled over me and nestled herself between me and the wall. She kissed me on my neck and squeezed my arm once. Then she laid her head to rest on my shoulder and we both drifted off to sleep.

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Chapter 5: Jason 

Beth was busy tutoring when Jason arrived at 9 am, so Prachi and I met with him without Beth. Even so, the security office was a little cramped with only enough room for one guest chair. Prachi insisted that I take the chair and she hitched one hip on a corner of the desk.

Jason was a skilled listener. He had me tell my story twice without interruption, but then asked a bunch of questions when I was done. Finally, I gave him the memory card out of my camera and he uploaded the pictures that I took at the pier to his computer. Seeing them on a larger screen was eerie. It somehow made this whole situation more tangible, more real.

"I'm impressed at the way all of you have handled yourselves--from your step-father's ingenious message to your near-paranoia caution in dealing with it." Jason thought for a few seconds and then said, "Okay. The first thing you need is a new set of contingency plans. I assume you don't have much in the way of evac gear?"

"No, we were traveling light, just one backpack each with a few basics."