23 comments/ 25348 views/ 5 favorites Aaron's Association By: littleblackdress50 The question hung over my mind like a summer squall. All of the evidence pointed to an answer that would shake, if not destroy, my world. I wanted to ask him, but I was so afraid of the answer. Afraid of the truth, afraid of a lie. Afraid that I wouldn't know the difference. I should not have invited him here, should not have opened myself up to the temptation of the two of us alone. I should not have looked into his powder blue eyes. One look at the desire reflected in those expressive orbs and I was lost in a sea of need. I felt that long suppressed tingling beginning in my belly and radiating to all of my body. I did not want to want him but I could not stop myself. My feet moved to close the distance between us as our eyes remained locked, burning into each others souls. His head tilted ever so slightly and my eyes closed as our lips met. I drank in the smell of him, the delicious aroma swirling through my head. I felt his strong arms encircle me, pulling me tight, safe in his warmth. Our tongues danced with each other to a silent primal tune as jolts of electricity ran down every nerve, the fire spreading to every part of me; puddling in my core. The soft touch of our bodies rapidly becoming more passionate. I felt my breasts crushed against his chest as he pulled me close. My arms wrapped around his firm body and one fist clenched, bunching his shirt in my grasp. My breathing coming in gasps. I felt his want rise to poke me in my belly and the feel of it sent chills washing through me. I could feel the shivers taking hold of my every muscle. Alternate waves of cold and heat washed my soul. The feel of his rising desire pumping up the need in me as if the two were connected. The question was almost pushed from my mind. Almost. Suddenly the image of a lithe brunet with a fabulous figure and a bubbly personality popped into my head. A fantasy woman who loved the man in my arms. Guilt flashed in my head. I couldn't do it to her. I didn't know her, didn't even know if that woman existed but I could not do this to her. Was she only an invention of my over fertile mind? I sucked in my breath and pushed him away from me. Every fiber of my body wanted him, needed him but my mind was uncomfortable with the impending intimacy. I imagined being doused with a bucket of cold water. The mental picture didn't help. I opened my eyes as our bodies separated and looked deep into his questioning eyes. It was as if our minds made a partial connection. I could see that he read the fire in me and the confusion. I could read his desire and see him struggle to push that down. His mind churned trying to understand what was happening with me and then he surrendered to my hesitancy. Should I explain my concerns to him? Should I just ask him? John was simply too attractive to have survived more than thirty years without a woman staking claim to him. He stood a trim but muscular 6'2" tall with sandy neatly trimmed hair and the bluest eyes that could penetrate a girls soul. He had a quick smile and a sharp wit. He knew how to make everyone around him laugh. He could carry on a conversation with just about anyone about nearly anything. We both worked for a very unusual company. It wasn't what we did that was unusual but where we were. One would expect a multifaceted consulting company to be in the heart of a major city, but we were almost 100 miles from Chicago. I liked living in the "boondocks" but it must have made attracting new clients more difficult. It didn't matter much where my apartment was, none of the companies I did my work for were in the same place. There were more than 100 specialists employed by the firm with many different talents. I was a marketing analyst while John was a mechanical engineer. We had both worked for the same firm for over five years but until three weeks ago, we had never worked together. A team of four of us had been dispatched to a new start up company. The days had been incredibly busy, but like usual the nights were a lonely bore. We spent a week on site, a very unusual week for me. I generally lock myself in my hotel room with my computer and the TV, but this time I joined the group each night in the bar. John was the reason. I enjoyed his company. The other two filled space at the table and kept that week from turning romantic. When we got back, John asked me to dinner. We did dinner, then we did a couple drinks. The band started at 8:00 and we danced a few dances. At 9:00, John's wristwatch buzzed, he excused himself and left for the night. I enjoyed each of the work nights that week, all of which were much like that first night. He was fun to talk to. Fun to dance with. Fun to be around but always left shortly after his watch buzzed just after nine. I thought about him each day and couldn't wait to be with him after work. He was so much fun to be around. When the first weekend rolled around, he said he would love to be with me but couldn't. I saw him again on Monday but it was more of the same. I had him from 5:00 P.M. Till 9:00 and then he went home. He was busy the second weekend too. The seed was sown in my mind. I never simply asked him. I should have. On our third Monday, I checked with June in accounting. He listed his status as single but his behavior was so strange that I was really having doubts. We enjoyed being together, talking, dancing, watching a movie at the theater but it was totally platonic. Shouldn't a married man be rushing me to bed before I found out? He wasn't. We had not even kissed..... until tonight. Tonight, I had invited him to my apartment for dinner. Cooking and eating and talking and wine and dishes and now it was almost 8:00. I only had another hour with him. Why was that anyway? I never should have looked into those eyes. The powder blue orbs that left my knees weak and my panties damp, my breathing rapid and my soul aching. God I wanted this man! Instead, I sat him on the couch while I took the chair. Isolated from him, safe from him, safe from myself. We had talked about his life before. We had talked about me before. We had talked about stock prices before. Tonight we were going to revisit him. I looked at the clock on the wall and then I looked deep into those beautiful blue eyes. "Only another hour until you have to go to your next girlfriend." I said it with a touch of humor in my voice but ice in my heart. My eyes locked on his. I saw a cloud of hurt appear there. "I don't have another girlfriend." It was a statement. There was a little defensiveness in his voice but no anger. "You are so good looking, I find it hard to believe that you don't." "Not many girls must feel that way. Believe it or not, I haven't even had any real relationship before." His eyes didn't betray anything. I smiled at him. "Lots of women would like to get their hooks into you. Take you home to mama and make beautiful grandchildren for their mothers. Believe ME they all talk about you at the water fountain." My brain was processing information, trying to determine the truth. I also knew that I wanted him to be single, wanted to have him in my bed. "I bet they say, stay away from John, he'll just break your heart and leave you at the curb." John said, a touch of sadness in his eyes. I almost believed him. "Why would they say that? You make a habit of breaking girls hearts?" "I don't try to; but I'm afraid I do. I always go out with a girl for a few days or weeks and then......" He sighed and there was a touch of sadness there. "When I was in high school, when I wanted a girl to meet my parents, her mother would go ballistic and her father would try to punch me out. I guess I never got over that. I haven't met a girl I felt I could invite home." "We're both a long way removed from high school. I don't need my mother's permission to go home with you." I was hoping he would take the hint. I wanted him and the only thing stopping me was his home life. "Jill, I've had more passionate relationships than ours has been. I've had longer ones but this is where they all break up. I think I'm falling for you. I want you in my life but give me time. I love where I live, but I'm not sure about taking you home yet. I'm afraid that you won't like it and I don't want to lose you." I knew I was falling for him. I knew that if he just invited me home, he could have me any way he wanted for hours. "John, I don't care if you live in a tent." He chuckled for a moment. "I don't live in a tent. It isn't about my house. It's about my family and where I live. If you think I'm married, or in another relationship, I'm not. There is no lady in my life, except you." Those eyes looked so scared, so honest. I didn't know what to believe. He had said the words, directly and I believed them, or wanted to. "Why do you have to go home every night at 9:00?" "A very stupid reason. It's the security system. The damn thing locks everyone out at 10:00. I have to be home before 10:00. The damn thing doesn't have any over ride. It really pisses me off." A security system? I couldn't quite wrap my head around that one. He had to be able to come up with a better excuse than that. Or was it so stupid it was true? There was only sincerity in his eyes. "Your security system?" He made a really annoyed face, not at me but at the truth. "It's an older one and when we bought it, we just didn't ask all the right questions." "WE?" I asked him. "Yeah. My brother and I. We bought it together and we goofed. Jill, I really don't want to lose you. What can I do to prove it to you?" There was panic growing on his face. I thought about it for a moment. "Two things. You can invite me home, or you can stay with me, here, tonight." Taking me home would prove that he was single. Staying with me in an unplanned visit wouldn't be a fool proof but I would think that some communication would be required. Any other night would not prove anything. A smile lit his face. "I would love to stay here with you tonight." I saw the desire burning in those blue eyes. He understood the sexual promise behind that invitation. Some other worry flashed across his face but it was fleeting, a seemingly small concern. I stood up and held out my arms toward him. We both knew it was an invitation to my arms and my bed. I felt the heat rising in me again. John's eyes locked on mine as he rose from his chair. I could see the desire in him as my own fire began to build. He had taken one step toward me when his phone rang. I watched his hands and his eyes. He had not caused it to ring. He fumbled for the phone and then groaned. "OH GOD, NO! Not now. Not tonight." "Hello, Don. What's up." He said into the phone. There was a long pause as he listened. "Well, you know where the shut off is. You know where the wrench is. Just this once, fix it yourself." Another long pause. "I know you're a lawyer, but even you can turn a wrench. I'm here with Jill and I was planning to stay." "SHIT! What do you need? There aren't any hardware stores open this time of night." "O.K. I'll stop at Wally world and get it but you know I can't get there in time. You'll have to hold the fence open for me or I won't be able to get home. Amanda is gonna love us both with the alarm going off until I get there. The kids are gonna be up after bed time with that thing going off." "I'll be there as soon as I can but you owe me big time and I do mean BIG time." He slammed the lid of the phone shut and looked at me with eyes pleading for forgiveness, for another chance that I wasn't sure I would give, him at least not at my place. I hadn't heard the other side of the conversation or even if there was a real phone call. He could have just been talking into a dead phone for all I knew. He had mentioned my name and his plans to stay with me. I simply didn't know what to think. Was it possible that he could have arranged for the phone to ring? He came to me and wrapped his arms around me. I didn't return the hug enthusiastically and laid my face beside his. Then I took pity on him and our lips met in what I wanted to be a friendly kiss. I wanted it to be friendly but neither of us could keep it that way. Our tongues met and dueled as the fire was lit once more. "I'm sorry, but I really do have to go. I'll see you in the morning." I walked him to the door, closed it and threw the dead bolt before collapsing in my chair. I was mad that he had chosen something else over my bed! A real mix of emotions were flowing through me. Anger, confusion, doubt, depression and most of all desire. I was left with an empty feeling. I don't know if I was thinking straight or totally confused but a sudden thought came to my mind. I couldn't picture a security system that could cause this amount of grief. I couldn't see how John could have arranged such a convenient last minute excuse. One thought flashed through my mind though. If I followed him home, I could see for myself. He had a five minute head start but I knew where he was going first. I would find his car in the parking lot at Walmart and then follow him home. If his car wasn't there, he was lying. I don't really remember the drive to the store. I was at war arguing with myself if this was a good idea or not. I never resolved the internal conflict, but I kept driving. Until I was there. The parking lot was nearly full at 8:45. Damn! I would never consider going shopping at quarter till nine! It took almost ten minutes of circling before I spotted, not his car but John coming out of the store. I stopped in front of the door as if I was picking someone up and watched which aisle he walked into. I drove to the next one and headed away from the store until I found where I could drive through two parking spaces and face into the one John had walked into. I got into the parking space just in time to see John open his trunk and deposit a large bag. He could either go toward the store or toward me. If he went toward the store, he would have quite a head start on me. I got lucky. He came toward me with one car in trail. I pulled out of the space one car behind John. I followed him easily for the first couple miles. At the edge of town there were three traffic lights. He got through the first one while I got stuck by the red light. I thought that would be the end of my evening except that he got stuck at the third light and I caught up. Following him proved easy. My only concern was that I was right behind him. It was dark enough that he couldn't tell. For fifteen miles I followed John easily along the two lane main highway. He turned on his turn signal as we approached a county road. I had never even thought about following someone before and I didn't quite know what to do. He had chosen a small county road to turn onto and after following him for 15 miles from town, it would be too obvious for me to follow him down that road. I let him turn and then pulled into the next driveway, turned around and quickly retraced the path to the road John had taken. I saw tail lights a quarter mile ahead of me. I pushed the accelerator down and sped up, not quite like a NASCAR driver but way faster than I usually drove. I closed the distance quickly wondering what I should do when I caught up. As I closed the distance the farm fields slowly yielded to tall trees whizzing by me on my left. The whole left side of the road was a dense wood that seemed to stretch forever. Those trees were going by in a blur as I sped down the road trying to catch up. The gods were with me that night. As I neared him, his left turn signal came on again and not near any road. I slowed and stopped behind him as he turned onto a gravel lane in the middle of the woods. The lane seemed to materialize out of that thick tangle of trees. Along the side of the road was a mailbox. Not the usual single mailbox like all the others along the road, but one of those large apartment boxes subdivided into over a dozen smaller locked boxes. More than a dozen people lived inside that woods! I drove by. The woods stretched almost half a mile to the next county road and then turned back into freshly planted crops. I turned the corner to the left and followed the county road to the next intersection. That whole mile long plot was thick trees and tangled underbrush. Turning the corner, I suddenly realized that it was only this one mile patch of ground that was woods. I drove slowly trying to peer through the murky darkness of night into that tangle of vegetation. I could see nothing but was sure that it was almost as visually impenetrable during the daylight. I drove all the way around that one mile square of trees. It was solid. When I got back to the lane that John had used, I turned in. The lane proved to be a long twisty affair. Every 100 feet there was a major curve and on each curve on both sides of the road was a sign that read: AARON'S ASSOCIATION PRIVATE PROPERTY MEMBERS AND GUESTS ONLY VIOLATORS WILL BE PROSECUTED It didn't look like my sorta boyfriend lived in a very friendly place. Just after the third curve, the road became straight for a short period and there was a large chain link gate. I stopped the car and got out. The inky blackness enveloped me. I felt the creepy feeling that some wild thing was watching me. The sound of crickets chirping their call of love, was not a loving sound to me but a noise that sent chills up my spine. An eight foot high chain link fence stretched into the woods as far as the headlights could illuminate it. The fence was topped by three strands of barbed wire. This place was serious about keeping people out, at least those that weren't members or guests. There was a sign that spanned the top of the gate. It simply said "AARON'S ASSOCIATION OPEN 7:30 A.M. TILL 10:00 P.M. POSITIVELY NO ADMITTANCE AFTER 10:00 P.M." and a phone number. I fished around in my purse until I found a business card and a pen. I wrote the phone number on the back of the card and tucked it into a pocket in my purse. The gravel drive was only wide enough for two cars to pass. It wasn't easy to turn my car around, but I managed and drove back to town. My mind was spinning through the whole 30 minute drive. John wasn't lying about the security system. It was there, I couldn't believe that it worked the way he said, but it probably did. What I knew was simple. John Aaron lived in a place called Aaron's Association. Obviously the association was named after him, but what was it and why didn't they like visitors? Why was it tree lined and fenced in almost like a jail? There were at least a dozen people living there, all of them guarding their privacy. Someone named Don had called him. A tenant? John didn't want me to go there. Why? My mind was running full speed analyzing the flying questions. I barely remember the drive home. The car must have been on autopilot. I collapsed into my overstuffed recliner and put my feet up. I turned on the TV just in time to catch the weather. I didn't hear it. My mind was whirling. I didn't mind that I missed the sports. It was when I realized that the late night show had already finished the monolog that I decided that it was time to turn off the idiot box and crawl in bed. I pealed off my outer clothes down to the matching black Victoria's Secret bra and panties and padded into the bath room to brush my teeth. I couldn't help but admire myself in the mirror as I twisted sideways and back. John could have been such a lucky man. I thought of those blue eyes and his trim frame and sighed. I could have been a lucky woman! I passed up the white frilly see through baby doll sleeper that I had made sure was close at hand in favor of a more comfortable nightshirt and crawled in bed. I made sure the alarm was set, checking the current time at just after midnight. I turned out the light. Aaron's Association Then it began. The tossing and turning while my mind raced. I closed my eyes tight in the inky blackness of the bedroom and tried to empty my mind to sleep. I rolled onto my left side and pulled the covers tight. Sleep wouldn't come. I rolled to the right and threw the covers away. I couldn't sleep. At 3:00 I looked at the clock and groaned in desperation, exhaustion, and annoyance. My mind switched from what might be to what could have been. I pictured John's body pressed tightly against mine, his arms wrapped around me. I could almost smell the scent of his cologne and feel the heat of his bare skin against mine. It was a good thing. I was at a loss dealing with the questions, but I knew how to handle the horny thoughts of what we might have done. I reached into my nightstand and pulled out my favorite toy. My nightshirt was pulled up and my panties discarded as my imagination went into overdrive. I remembered our kiss, our one kiss. I thought of the feel of his body against mine and imagined it naked, pressed tight against me. My mind put us naked on my bed as his strong arms wrapped tight around me. Our tongues were dancing as the sparks flew between us. I could taste his toothpaste and smell his soap and feel his warm hands roaming my body. I felt his hands on my breasts and swirling over my nipples as mine filled in for his absent strong digits. I felt the fire in my pussy as the plastic toy touched my slick slit. I didn't hear the buzzing but I felt the vibrations shaking my clit as I slowly stroked the toy into me while I imagined the feel of his body pressed against mine. In my mind, it was not cold plastic but warm human penis stroking my insides. My hips bucked up to meet the stroking cock which slammed into me in perfect rhythm to my body's cravings. The fire shot through my clit radiating to every part of me. I sucked in my breath as the flames rushed through my soul. I could feel John. Smell him. Taste his tongue in my mouth as his cock stroked inside me. My body thrashed and exploded, waves of pleasure washing over me. It seemed to go on forever and then my body was still and exhausted. I withdrew the pale plastic substitute for my love and pushed it aside. My energy now completely drained as I pulled the spare pillow against my flesh and fell into a troubled sleep. The buzzing of the alarm rocked me from my sleep. My body rebelled and responded sluggishly. I had to force myself from my sleep to reluctantly greet a Thursday morning. My mind reset to the troubling questions that had held me from my sleep. I was a near zombie as I went through my daily rituals. The first cup of coffee could wait until I got to work as I wolfed down my allotted two pieces of toast. My morning should have been a productive search for marketing solutions for the client, instead it was a swirl of questions running through my head while I made frequent trips to trade in the old coffee for the new. Staying awake was no problem, but concentrating on work was. Just before 10:00, I saw a familiar shape walking through my area. John's trim form and athletic gate caused me to suck in my breath. I didn't know quite what to do so. I didn't know what to say to him, what to ask him. I pretended to be buried in the computer screen and didn't look directly at him even as the butterflies began to play in my belly. From the corner of my eye, I saw him pause and turn toward me. Ice cubes formed in my stomach. He waited several long seconds while he looked at me and then a sad look crossed his face as he turned and walked back toward his area. I didn't know what to think or do. I was sure he would be back to take me to lunch. I didn't know what I'd say to him. I wasn't really avoiding him. I wasn't mad. I was just confused. A new question pushed away the old ones. How should I react to John when he came to get me for lunch. We had gone to lunch together for the last two and a half weeks. He had no idea that I had followed him to Aaron's Association. I would tell him sometime, but now? Had anything changed between us last night? I had invited him into my bed, only to have things change at the last minute. Had that changed things? I pondered calling maintenance. Surely the clock hands needed oil for they didn't seem to move. The day dragged. My head spun. I could almost hear the hands squeaking as they slowly approached noon. It didn't take imagination to hear John's footsteps as he came to my cubicle. I stood up and smiled at him. "Come to get a poor overworked girl away from work for a few minutes?" I asked him. His face lit with a huge relieved smile. "It wouldn't be lunch without you. I was afraid that you would be busy!" "I'm free for lunch. I'm not busy until tonight." That look of worry crossed his face again. "You're busy tonight? Is everything O.K. With us?" I smiled. "Yes, I'm busy tonight but we're just fine." I thought I lied quite well. I fully intended to remain busy until I sorted this all out. "I'll miss you tonight. You'll have dinner with me tomorrow?" "Of course." I smiled at him. Why had I said that? I wasn't planning on keeping that date unless I had answers. "I'm sorry about last night. I wanted to stay." "I know you did. You had an emergency? You have no idea what you missed." "Yeah, my brother's....... neighbor had a plumbing problem. I had to help. As far as what I missed, I can only imagine, but hopefully one day you'll show me." An evil grin came to his face. I smiled a coy smile back at him. That long pause before he said the word "neighbor". I wonder what that meant. "We'll see about that showing you part. You never know." I paused for a moment. "You got the leak fixed?" "Yeah. Thanks to a few parts from Wally World. It took us a couple hours though. Don't tell me what I missed again. My imagination is already running wild." As we began walking out the door, I felt his hand reach for mine. I took the preferred hand and held my body close as we walked. The sandwich shop was busy and we stood silently in line for quite a while before getting our food. As I was pulling out my wallet, a card dropped out. On the back was the phone number for Aaron's Association. I had forgotten I had it! It wasn't easy to find a table but eventually we found one. The place was crowded, but in a crowd is privacy. All the quiet conversations around us blended into a roar of background noise. We ate in silence while our eyes looked into each others. Finally I leaned over. "Since you won't take me home with you," I pouted, "Tell me about your place." "Not much to tell. I have a small two bedroom house in the middle of the woods with crazy neighbors and my brother lives in the big house on the hill." "Not much of a description. Guess you'll just have to show me." The look on his face was one of defensiveness. "Someday." "Why not tonight?" I asked him. "You're busy. You already told me that." "Tell you what, you invite me home and I'll tell my sister that we can catch up another night." John looked at me for a long time. I could see the question crossing his face and then it was replaced by stark fear. He said the words so quietly that I could barely hear them over the din in the diner. "We can't disrupt your plans. I'll have you over next week. I promise. But we have to have a long discussion first." The picture of the security gate and the barbed wire topped fence ran through my mind. "You're ashamed of where you live? What is it a jail?" He chuckled softly. "No it's not a jail but we really do need to talk before you come home with me. You may not want to." The fear was back in his face. "I'm not ashamed of it, but sometimes the neighbors are a little shocking to the unprepared." "You live with a bunch of sexual predators or something?" He laughed out loud. "None of that, although a lot of people ....... " The thought drifted into silence. "A lot of people what?" I asked him. "Nothing. We'll talk about it next week." It was obvious that he wasn't comfortable talking about it so I changed the subject but I was more determined than ever to find out. I remembered the card in my purse and I suddenly knew what I was going to do. To John's great relief, I let the subject drop and moved on to more mundane things for the remainder of lunch. I got back to my desk with several more minutes left on the clock. I pulled the card and my cell phone out of my purse. I had no idea what I would ask when I called. I wondered if I'd even get a real person. Carefully I dialed the number on the card and pushed send. I waited for several torturous seconds before it began to ring. One ring. Two rings. Three. Four then five. I wondered where the answering machine was. On the sixth ring, I heard the phone picked up. "Good Afternoon. This is Aaron's Association. May I help you?" The voice was strong and clear and very female. I wondered what to say for a moment. Then I decided to get the big question answered first. "May I speak to Mrs. Aaron please?" "This is she." Lightning struck and tore my soul apart. "OH MY GOD! NO!" I said into the phone and then slammed the phone shut. Until that moment I hadn't realized how hard I had fallen for John. It felt like a sledge hammer had smacked me in the stomach. I felt the tears welling. I had to run for the bathroom. I found an empty stall and slammed the door shut. Then the pain tore through me and the tears came in great sobs. It was a good thing that I wasn't wearing any makeup because the rivers of fluid would have washed it down my face. It was almost half an hour before the pain turned to anger and another fifteen minutes before I could regain control of my emotions. I was at the sink washing away the signs of my emotions and trying to keep from throwing something when my cell phone rang. I looked at the message display but all it said was "RESTRICTED NUMBER". I flipped the phone open. "Hello?" "Jill?" My name was said as a question. The voice wanted to know if my name was Jill. "Yes" "This is Amanda Aaron. Mrs. DON Aaron. John's sister. There is no Mrs. JOHN Aaron, if that's what you thought." It was like a huge weight had been lifted from me. The relief and euphoria lasted only a second before more feelings flooded through me. I felt the heat of embarrassment flushing my face. I had done several stupid things and I had been caught on all of them and now I would have to confess my sins. I shouldn't have followed John. I shouldn't have called. I felt the shame of those acts flooding through them. "I am so sorry." Was all I could stammer out. The woman chuckled on the other end. "Now that we got that over with why are you calling?" She asked in a friendly voice. It took me a moment to gather my thoughts. "Well, Um John acts so strange sometimes. I got suspicious. First that he always leaves me at 9 every night and then that he wouldn't invite me to see where he lives. I, um, had to see for myself." "He leaves you at nine because of our Damn security system. Sheesh what a pain. He won't invite you home because he is John and he is a fool." She chuckled. "A great fool but still a fool. I love the man to death but I just don't understand what he's thinking sometimes." "What is Aaron's Association?" "Where we live." Amanda's tone was a little defensive. "How did you hear about Aaron's Association and how did you get this number? It isn't listed." I felt the blood rush to my face. I thought about it for a long moment before deciding that the truth was the best. "I, um, followed John home last night. I got the number off the fence. Why all the fences? Are you locking people in or something?" "We're trying to keep immature teenagers out. There is nothing bad going on here and only a bunch of really great people here. I understand John, but there really is no reason for his reluctance to bring people here." "I'm sorry I followed John home. I shouldn't be prying into your business. I'm sorry I bothered you." Damn bitch still hadn't told me what Aaron's Association was! "But you still haven't answered my question. What is Aaron's Association?" "You know John is head over heals for you don't you. You wouldn't have followed him if you didn't feel the same." I was getting exasperated. "Yes, I like him a lot but I have to know what's going on." There was a very long pause. "I understand, but John should tell you. It doesn't bother me in the least that you know. In fact I hope he brings you very soon. I've heard a lot about you. You are the only thing John wants to talk about, anymore. I would love to meet you. The thing is, I'm not sure what I should tell you. I need to think about things. I shouldn't tell you if John doesn't want you to know, or if he wants to tell you himself." "I guess I understand but I need to know." I told her. "Let me think about it for a while. I have no problem telling you. I just don't want to break John's trust." "I can respect that." I told her. "Jill" "Yes?" "It really was a pleasure to talk to you. Any friend of John's is a friend of mine. He is a really special man. I'm rather glad you followed him home. I really want it to work out between you two and before that can happen, he has to get over his past problems." "Thanks. I look forward to meeting you, if John will ever invite me." "Of all the women that John has gone out with over the years, you are the first that I think he will invite. I hope he does. You just have to understand John. There are some stupid reasons why he is afraid to bring you here. They're stupid but they are real for him." "O.K." "Call me anytime. It has been a pleasure to speak to you. I hope I at least put the Mrs. Aaron thing to rest." "You did that, but you left some questions that still need answers." "Just do me one favor. Don't judge him until you know the whole story and I assure you that there is nothing here to worry about. It really is a great place and great people." "Feel free to call me anytime. I really am looking forward to getting to know you." "I will?" There was a question in my voice. "I'm sorry I interrupted your day." "I called you, well O.K. You called first. But it really was a pleasure. Bye." The phone went dead leaving me with some answers but still questions. I didn't quite know what to think. I tried to go back to work, but my emotions were washing over me. I felt euphoria that the man I was falling in love with had not been lying to me, that he felt the same. Then I felt shame that I had doubted him, followed him. Then I felt annoyed that he wouldn't tell me where he lived. Then I felt angry. Then I felt hurt that he didn't trust me enough to tell me everything. Then the whole process repeated. It was like a washing machine mixing up my emotions. I couldn't get any work done. My mind was churning. Just before break time, I heard a faint noise from inside my purse. It took a moment to realize that it was my cell phone. It was on it's fourth ring before I got it out of my purse and opened. "Hello?" "Jill, it's Amanda again." "What can I do for you?" I asked her. I was genuinely happy to hear from her. "I've been thinking. I don't want to break John's trust and tell you about Aaron's Association, but there may be another way. Can you get off work tomorrow afternoon?" "Sure. Not a problem sneaking out. What do you have in mind?" "I was thinking that if you came over here and called me from the gate at say noon tomorrow, I could show you around. You already found it on your own and I wouldn't have told you, at least not until you were already here. I wouldn't be breaking John's trust and you'd have your answers. Believe me, it isn't at all bad. This place isn't for everyone, but I think it's a great place, I'm even proud of it. Proud to be part of it. I'd love to show you around." My mind whirled. It actually sounded good to me. "I'll probably need to work until noon. Can we make it closer to 1?" "That would be fine. It'll be wonderful to meet you. I think you'll like it here. I'm sure that it's not awful like your imagination." I could actually hear the pleasure in her voice. My mind whirled a rotation or two. This could be fun. "I'll be looking forward to meeting you tomorrow." "Me too. See you then." She said and hung up. I wouldn't say I was euphoric, but I was relieved. The answers were at hand and whatever they were, they weren't bad. My mind was at rest. Work came easier and I poured myself into it. At 5:00 John came by as he was leaving. I was so deep into my planning project that I didn't see or hear him. He put his strong hands on my shoulders and looking up, the sight of him took my breath away. "Hey beautiful." He said. "What you up to tonight?" I gave him a beaming smile. Happy to see him. "Probably working late and then meeting my sister later for dinner, then an early night." "I'm gonna really miss you tonight." He told me. "I know," I told him. "We've been together every night for weeks. I don't know what I'll do with an evening without you. I'll really miss your company too." "Tomorrow?" He asked. "Only if you bring a bag." A girl could hope, but then I didn't know what would happen tomorrow afternoon. "I think I could pack a few things and do a sleep over with you." There was a broad sly grin on his handsome face as his blue eyes sparkled with my promise. "Who said anything about sleeping?" I smiled a seductive smile back at him. "Promises, Promises Beautiful." "Spend the weekend with me?" "I'm afraid I'll have to leave in the morning. Lots to do this weekend." His eyes watched mine. My eyes may have dimmed but they didn't go out. "So what are you doing with a night off from me?" I asked him. "Just going home. I've been invited to dinner with my Brother and Sister. Haven't done that in a month or more. Guess We'll catch up on family stuff. I'll really miss you." I stood up and pulled him to me. "I'll miss you bunches." I told him as I pulled his lips to mine and kissed him deeply, letting my tongue slide into his mouth to play with his. There was no one left in the office to see us, but I didn't care if there were. "I'll let you get back to work." He told me as he pulled away. The retreat of his body from mine as reluctant as my release of him. "See you in the morning." He walked out as I watched his form retreat. Damn that man was hot! I worked hard until eight. I had not only caught up with my work but I was ahead of where I had planned to be, good for taking an afternoon off. Hunger had caught up with me but I didn't feel like going home and cooking for one. John taking me out to dinner every night had done wonders for my grocery budget and I could have gone to a really good restaurant, but a little junk food once in a while does a soul good. Wendy's offered a wonderful selection of sinfully greasy fare. By the time I got home, the lack of sleep had caught up to me. I went to bed early and slept soundly. In the morning, I chose my outfit with care. I wanted to look especially good to meet his sister. I saw John outside the office in the morning. I'm not quite sure what it is about him, but as soon as I see him, the butterflies begin a major migration from one side of my stomach to the other. When he was beside me, I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Good to see you this morning, Handsome!" "Good to see you too, beautiful. Lunch today?" "Sorry. I have a family thing and I have to leave early." It wasn't quite a lie, except it was his family not mine. "What about tonight?" He asked me. "I packed a bag and everything." "I honestly don't know." I told him. "I'll call you later this afternoon and see what happens with the family thing." Aaron's Association "Is everything OK with your family?" He asked me. There was a look of genuine concern in his expression. I wasn't quite sure if the concern was for my family or his love life. I had to smile as I thought of a response. "Nobody is about to die, if that's what you think. Just a situation that has to be dealt with." "I'm here to help, if I can." He told me. I gave him a beaming smile, thankful for his concern. "Nothing you can do. I'll call you." "I certainly hope everything works out." "You just want into my panties." I giggled at him. "I certainly do! But that can wait." "We'll see. I'll call you later, I've got to get some work done before I leave." I told him and hurried inside as he followed like a lost puppy dog. I could feel his eyes on my bouncing ass and smiled softly to myself. It always warmed my soul to know that a man wanted me, but this time I wanted him just as much. The morning went by quickly. The work flowed and I found myself way ahead of the plan when lunch time came around. I grabbed a quick sandwich and ate it while driving. I called Amanda and told her that I was running about half an hour ahead of schedule. She told me she would be waiting at the gate. It was a beautiful day for a drive. The sun was shining brightly in a sky that was a uniform blue. Not a single cloud in the sky. The foreboding tangle of trees and vegetation that lined the property were much more beautiful in the sunlight. A large swath of wild flowers were sprouting from the edge of the slight ditch, adding color to the stretch of trees. It was wild, but still cared for. There was not a sign of a dead or fallen branch anywhere. When I turned into the drive, I could see that the gravel was fresh and clean, obviously refreshed earlier this spring. The ground between the drive and the first of the trees was raked and trimmed and dotted with more flowers, these planted and cared for. I went through the curves that obscured whatever was behind them from any straight visual path from the road. The gate was open and beside it stood a very attractive woman. Amanda was petite with dark shining hair that reached her shoulders and framed a cute face. Her dark eyes sparkled with warmth even from many feet away. She was deeply tanned and nicely filled out a plain white t shirt that matched some short but loosely fitting white shorts. There was a large smile on her face that showed off some brilliant sparkling perfect teeth. Her slightly rounded belly in an otherwise slim body spoke to the fact that in four or five months there would be a new addition to the Aaron family. She walked up to the passenger side of the car and opened the door. "Jill?" She asked. "You must be Amanda. Nice to meet you." Up close she was even more stunning. Perhaps a year or two older than me. I smiled my warmest smile at her. Amanda opened the door all the way and got in. " I think we should talk before we go in." She told me. I said nothing, just waited for her to continue. "Welcome to the Aaron family business. Our passion and our pride. You have no idea what it is do you?" She asked. "None whatsoever." I told her. "Up the drive is the business that John and Don's parents built. It's more than a business to me. I almost grew up here. I love it here. There is nothing shameful or bad about it but I think you should know what you're getting into before we go in." "OK, so what is it that isn't shameful?" "This is the Aaron family Association, a proud member of the American Sunbathing Association." I started to laugh. "That's what all the fuss was about? A nudist camp?" Amanda looked at me with a strange look on her face. "We call it a resort. You know about Nudists? You've been a member?" "No, not really. I guess John didn't go snooping in my work history. One of my first assignments with the firm was to help with marketing a Nudist Resort in Indiana. I'm not exactly a nudist. I wouldn't plan my vacation to spend it at one but I don't have any problem with it either." "Then you won't have any problem coming in. Lets go have some coffee or ice tea at my house then." "Sure. If you were expecting reservations. I have none. Not the slightest problem. Just tell me where to go." I started to laugh almost uncontrollably. It wasn't so much that it was funny, but more a catharsis for my pent up twisted emotions. Amanda was laughing with me and when we finally were done, all the worry and tension was gone. For the first time in days I felt wonderful! I hadn't realized that I hadn't felt perfectly fine until now. "Just drive up the lane." Amanda told me. "Around the next curve is the club house. Our house is right beside it." "Is this clothing optional or nudity required?" I asked her. Amanda giggled. "The question has never come up. It isn't in the bylaws but you only get here if you are a nudist. Unless it's winter time, you won't find anyone with clothes." "I know. I know. I'd stick out like a sore thumb if I kept them on. No problem. Been there before. Once you get over the idea, you feel more out of place with clothes on than naked." "We're going to my house. You don't have to take your clothes off to have coffee." "I'm comfortable no matter what." I told her. She directed me around the final bend which then opened up into a large field. In the distance to the left were a number of small log cabins while to the right there was a small subdivision of a dozen or more modern ranch style homes. In the foreground was a large pole building whose walls were mostly plate glass windows. On the left side of the clubhouse was a large new home and to the right an older but well kept house. Amanda directed me toward the newer home and I realized that the one to the right was John's. Her house was beautiful. She led me through the garage which had an entry to the house. I had to admire her new aqua blue washer and dryer as we passed quickly from the utility room directly into the kitchen and attached formal dining room. She had a large kitchen with a built in bar at the back separating the kitchen from the dining room. Amanda was leading me to the large table in the dining room but it was obvious that they used the bar for the family and kept the gorgeous oak table for formal occasions. "How about we use the bar?" I asked her. She smiled back at me. "Sure, have a seat. What would you like? Coffee, tea, ice tea, pop, water?" "Whatever you're having." I told her. "I don't want to be any trouble." "OK but none of that is trouble. I'm just having water." "Fine with me." I smiled at her. Somehow she felt like family even though I had just met her. I could only hope she was feeling the same. She got two bottles of water out of the large side by side chrome refrigerator. "You know, I feel funny wearing clothes in my home. You mind if I change?" She asked me. "Not in the least." I told her. I considered my position and finally decided that when in Rome one should do as the Romans do. I didn't want to explore her home uninvited so I began to take off my clothes and drape them over one of the high backed bar stools. It felt a little strange taking off my clothes but I was rather proud of my body and not in the least against showing it off. I had barely finished folding my clothing over the chair when I heard her sandal covered feet approaching. I smiled at her. The only things she wore were a pair of sandals and the glow of pregnancy. Her face lit up with a huge smile. "I'm sorry I followed John. I'm not so guilty of questioning him." I told her. "Forget about it." She told me with a wave of her hand and a smile on her face. "It's really all John's fault for being an idiot like he is." She giggled. "I practically grew up here. My parents live in the subdivision here. Don might be the same way if he hadn't fallen for me." "I just want you to understand why John is like he is." She continued. "When we were young, it was basically John, Don and me. Bringing one of our friends home was not something that worked well. Every time we tried, Bill and Janet, John's mom and dad, found themselves with our friends parents banging on the gate and screaming obscenities. "Going to their house worked sometimes but John, well all of us really, had a few bad experiences with friends parents. I guess they thought our immorality would rub off or something. John only asked a girl out twice when we were in high school. Once he came home with a black eye when her dad punched him out. The other time wasn't that much better. "Don had a couple guy friends over when we were in high school. That didn't work well either. The parents probably didn't know that they visited here, but those boys were jerks staring and giggling. They acted like they were three years old. John saw that and never had any of his friends over, not once. "I didn't see him when he went to college, but I think he had a normal social life there. When he came home though, things didn't work out so well. Every time he brought a girl home, they got all funky and broke it off with him. So he stopped telling them. A few broke up with him because he was keeping secrets. You're the first to try to find out why he's so wierd. I forgive you for following him. It shows you were concerned enough to find out why instead of just dumping him." I smiled at her. The waters were empty. "OK, now I understand John. You going to show me around?" The place was stunningly beautiful. Someone put in a lot of work pruning, trimming, mowing and cleaning up the place. The whole property was carefully groomed. As it turned out it was what John did with his weekends with some limited help from Don who spent a great deal of time keeping up the two pools (one outside and one indoor) and doing routine maintenance on the cabins and homes that they owned. John had told me that his parents had died in a car crash just after he started working at the firm and he and his brother had inherited the family business. What he hadn't told me was that it generated enough income to support one family but not two. Now Amanda ran the place while both brothers made comfortable salaries during the week. On the weekends the men of the family worked hard to keep the place up. It took almost two hours to wander over the property complete with nature trails, a pond, and several out buildings. The club house contained an indoor pool and a fully equipped gym as well as a dance floor that was set up with long tables and folding chairs for a weekend banquet. We met several of the members and renters as we wandered the property. All of the people very nice and of course very naked. It was nearly 4:00 when we found ourselves back at the bar in Amanda's kitchen. "You know he's head over heals for you, don't you?" "I didn't know about him, but I know I'm crazy for him." I told her. "You be good to him or I'll come break your legs or something. I love him like a little brother. You were all he could talk about at dinner last night. How great you are, how afraid he was that he had lost THE ONE. Can I ask a personal question?" She didn't really wait for an answer. "Have you and John.......?" I smiled at her. "Not yet, but if I have anything to say about it, tonight is the night." She smiled a crooked smile at me. "He could really use it." "A personal question for you. Are you going to tell John I was here." I asked her. "I won't lie about it but I see no reason to bring it up." She told me. "I think I need to go. I want to meet John for dinner." I gave her a sly smile. "I wouldn't be surprised if you see me back here tomorrow." "You have a plan?" She asked me. "Now that I know what this is all about, the man is putty in my hands. All I have to do is find a way to bring up my assignment to the nudist camp and we've cracked the ice. If you're right about how he feels about me and how scared he is about how I'll react to this place, I'll be back here before you can say Aaron's Association." I gave her a sly grin. I got up and Amanda came over to give me a hug. That was weird. Nudity, I was OK with but it was the first naked hug I had ever received from a friend. It wasn't sexual nor did I have sexual feelings, just that it was weird. I hadn't taken my purse with me on our walk around the property, so when I retrieved it I discovered that John had called me. I winked at Amanda and called John. Amanda was making faces at me. "Hey, sexy. I was worried about you." He answered. "Sorry, didn't have my phone with me. You still have your bag with you? Why don't you meet me at my place right after work. I'll get a pizza on the way." Amanda gave me a thumbs up and a suppressed giggle. "Sounds like a plan. Everything work out with your family?" he asked me. "All family matters are under control." I told him. " Looking forward to seeing you. Love ya babe." . He'd used the love word for the first time. I felt the heat flow through me. There was a long pause on the other end. He was waiting for my response while I was pondering how to respond. "Love ya too babe. " I told him. I could almost feel the relief, the joy in his silence. "See you in about an hour then. I can hardly wait." I heard a little quiver in his voice. A hint of promise of what was to be, matched only by the moisture that was finding its way to my pussy. "Me either. See you very soon." I tried to make my voice drip with invitation. It worked. I heard the hint of a moan as he hung up. Amanda was laughing. "You're a very bad girl! I think you got his motor going big time." "I hope so. You know if he likes cold pizza?" She broke into a long laugh. "You go girlfriend! I think it could be fun if you wind up in the family." I gave her a hug, more normal with my clothes on. "If I'm fast enough, maybe I'll even see you later tonight." She chuckled. "You just take good care of my little brother's heart and I'll see you when it's time. Now you better get going. I'll open the fence from here." I called my favorite pizza place on the way and everything worked perfectly. The pizza was ready exactly as I got there. I'm usually very careful about whats around me, but my mind was on what was to be. I bolted from the car, up the stairs and fumbled for my keys. I wasn't aware of anyone behind me until someone lifted the pizza from my hands. I spun, frightened only to find John behind me. We didn't say anything to each other, our eyes did all the talking. I opened the door and he followed me in. The door swung quietly shut but the sound of the near silent bolt striking home echoed through my head like multiple crashes of thunder. I sucked in my excited breath. Every square millimeter of my skin tingled with desire. There were no questions in my head. No reservations in my soul. There was only dripping desire that burned through me. If ever a girl had been a pushover for a man, it was me, now. Every bit of me ached for him. He laid the pizza on the counter and scooped me into his arms. A shudder went through me and I know he felt the tremor as I pulled him close. Our lips met, softly but passionately. Tongues dueled to the tune of an unheard melody that coursed through me. I could feel his desire rising in his pants, brushing my sensitive belly. Each touch of his cloth covered engorged member sending ripples of fire radiating from the touch like the splash of a stone in a pond. The kiss lasted an eternity with each moment becoming more heated. Lightning seared every nerve in every quivering part of my body. My breath was ragged and I could hear my heart pounding like jungle drums beating to a primal rhythm. I wanted him here, now. On the counter. Somehow I restrained myself as we broke the kiss. I took his hand and soundlessly led him up the stairs to my bedroom. When we were both inside the room where very soon we would both find heaven, I stopped and turned toward him. Our eyes locked, the gaze as if our minds were connecting through those several inches of nothingness between us. I could feel the heat of his desire for me through that connection. My hands touched his cheeks and then slid to his chest and pushed his suite coat from his shoulders. He made no protest, no sound as the expensive garment slid into a puddle of silky cloth at his feet. I loosened his tie and tossed it across the room. Then my fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt. He moaned slightly as he felt the soft touch of my fingers against his firm hair covered chest. The contact between us sending sparks through me. He pushed me away and grasped the material of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I made no move to stop him. Then he pulled me to him. I gasped as our skin touched. His hands reached around me to deftly unhook my bra. I shook it free from my arms, reluctantly breaking our skin to skin contact. Then I moved closer to feel the merge of our naked skin. His lips gently kissing my forehead and then all of my face as I molded my naked upper torso to his. His lips roving over my face as his hands did the same over my back. When those fiery lips found my ear lobe I gasped and shook. His fingers had slid up my side so that his hand could cup my left breast. Flames were licking every part of me, my mind was on autopilot, driven by pure lust. One of my arms found itself not trapped by his roving hands and slid down his side to the front of his pants. I jerked his belt loose and then fumbled with the button on the front of his pants. One tug on the zipper and those dress pants slid down his legs, manacling his feet together. He struggled for balance for a moment then pulled away from me to kick his shoes free before using his feet to shuffle his pants into the pile of expensive clothing. I wasn't waiting for him. I kicked off my sandals and quickly undid my jeans. I smiled softly at him as we stood there nearly nude. I pulled him to the bed and he pushed me down on it. His fingers found my panties and pulled them off, freeing me of the last of my burdensome clothing. In a flash he removed his own briefs and tossed them aside. I looked into his eyes and smiled a welcoming inviting smile at him. My arms rose involuntarily, asking him to join me on the bed. It was an invitation he did not need to see twice. I sighed as his body snuggled beside mine. My hand reached out to softly wrap itself around his stiff penis, rock hard and pulsing. His hand slid over my belly to find my soupy pussy. My hand stroked, his found my juices and then a finger slid over my clit. My hips began to buck to the rhythm as I moaned my desire so loudly I was sure my neighbors knew what was happening in my apartment. My lips ached to feel his against them, but instead his mouth found my left nipple and sucked it into his warm mouth as his tongue slithered in circles around my nipple. More waves of lightning flashed through my body as the thunder reverberated through my overloaded brain. His lips left my nipple and tried to move lower. My fingers grasped his hair, stopping him. I needed him. I needed him in me. I did not need his tongue. There would be other times when I would revel in the touch of his tongue, other times when I would glory in the taste of his cock, but now I needed to feel him in me. I spoke the first words. I heard them but I don't remember speaking them. The sound of my voice was desperate, pleading. "No, John. I need you to fuck me. I need you NOW." I looked into his handsome face, as twisted with need as my own, as he complied and moved over me. I felt his strong hairy legs between mine and his stiff member sliding along my thigh. Our eyes locked as my fingers grasped his manhood and pulled him to the spot. My body squirmed beneath him, desperate to take him inside. Our eyes locked and I felt the head of his cock caressing the smooth skin of my labia and then he slowly pushed into me. Aaron's Association I could not stop myself from gasping and moaning as I felt him slowly fill me. My eyes clouded over, unseeing as we became one, joined. I was only partially aware of his lips meeting mine, our tongues dancing. I could only feel the fullness of him in me, the wonder of his strokes. My body rocking to his movements, perfectly in tune. I had never felt like this with a man before. I felt him stretching me, filling me like never before but it was more than that. I didn't feel him inside me, it was more like we were one, joined together, our bodies and our minds one. It wasn't long, but I didn't know how long, a few seconds, a minute? Time had no meaning. Then the waves overwhelmed me. I ripped my mouth from his and thrashed my face from side to side as my hips bucked into him and rocked . I had never felt the waves of pleasure crash over me like that, consuming me. My orgasm lasted forever and ended in an instant. As I gasped for breath I was aware of his cock swelling as it slid inside me. His face turned red and he sucked in his breath. Knowing that he was cumming sent a second wave through me. I wasn't aware of his orgasm, I was consumed in my own. The second smashed into me. In that moment, we were completely one, bucking, our bodies in tune as our minds melded into a puddle of molten love. His softening prick slid from me as his drained body collapsed onto his back beside me. I rolled to put my front against his side and lay my head against his shoulder. We were both sucking for breath done in by our union. My soft hand slid over his tight belly and chest as I got my breath back. It was time for the most intelligent conversation of my life. He said "WOW" and I said "MMMM!" Those sounds conveyed more meaning than anything I ever said before. Then we lapsed back into fifteen minutes of quiet contented recovery before my caressing fingers discovered an erect penis. I looked into his face with a slight smile on my face and then I kissed him softly. Our tongues intertwined but with more tenderness and less urgent need. My fingers softly caressed his hard cock as his fingers found my breast. I broke the kiss and then moved my lips lower to kiss his exposed skin. My tongue circled his belly button and then reached out to taste my juices on the head of his dick. I sucked it into my mouth as he moaned. My lips slid up and down the glistening shaft as my tongue tickled it. His fingers stroked my thigh before finding my moistening pussy. I gasped as he found my clit and gently massaged it. The warmth spread in waves through my body before he pulled me over him and replaced his finger with his tongue. I could feel his cock twitching in my mouth. I heard his moans and each cut through me with the pleasure of pleasing him. The joy of our mutual enjoyment racing through me in waves of heat. His slithering tongue found all the right places and soon soft ripples of pleasure flashed through me, each wave higher until I knew that soon, very soon a full fledged tsunami would blast my soul. I wanted to feel him inside me when that wave broke. I pulled my lips from his quivering member and my pussy from his tongue. I had to have him! He started to move but I spun quicker and hoisted my leg over his torso. My eyes locked on his as I slithered my body down his until I felt my aching pussy lips touch his straining erection. My eyes watched his face as I slid down onto him. I moved onto him as slowly as my desire would let me. Intently watching his face as he slowly filled me, I gasped as he was finally completely inside me. I paused, loving the feel of him before beginning to slowly rise and fall on him. Our eyes locked, feeling the connection between our eyes and our souls as completely merged as our bodies. I just basked in the delicious feel of him inside me and rocked slowly lovingly caressing his penis with the walls of my cunt squeezing him tightly. Every twitch of his wonderful cock sending thrills through me as I listened to his breathing. This time I was glorying in his pleasure, trying to see what he liked, straining to pleasure him completely and in doing so, experiencing a joy like never before. The fire simmered, consuming me. I felt so complete, so connected body and soul. My being was devoured by the concentration on him and I didn't notice the waves of fire taking over my body until they had consumed me completely. My head stretched up as my eyes closed and then the first wave crashed over me. They say that tsunamis come in multiple waves. My orgasm came like that and like a tidal wave it blasted over me, inundating my being with joy. In the midst of my most violent crash, I felt his hips buck and his breathing stop. I felt him explode inside me and then I collapsed on top of him. Amazing that such an explosion could be hiding in the soft tenderness of this union of us. We laid there for a long time, our bodies drained, contented. I may have dozed but I'm not sure. I was lost in the wonder of us. Lost in the intense feelings for him. Finally I spoke, quietly, almost in awe. "John?" "Jill" The way he said my name was almost reverent. "That was amazing. I've never experienced anything like that before." "Me, either." He replied. "Would it scare you if I said I think I love you?" I asked him. "Would it scare you if I said I KNOW I love you?" He asked in return. "Would it bother you if I said I had suddenly developed a craving for cold pizza?" He laughed. "You didn't answer the question." "The only thing that bothers me is the rumbling in my stomach." I kissed him on the nose and he laughed. "Now, lets go get some food." He headed for his bag, but I simply headed for the stairs. "You're not getting a robe or something?" He asked me. "What for? Let's eat naked. If you're worried about getting pizza sauce on your cute pecker, I have napkins." He laughed. "It doesn't bother me at all. I just thought...." I gave him an impish grin. I smiled even more deeply inside. My chance had arrived! "Thought what? That being naked would bother me? You don't know what a kinky little girl you're getting here. I ever tell you about my first assignment with the company?" "No, but do tell." He said with a smile. "Kinda fun. I had to do a marketing plan for a nudist camp. The site visit was a bit strange at first but I got used to it. After an hour or so it was fun." "So my girl is a nudist?" He asked me mildly. If I hadn't understood the seriousness of his forced indifference I might have missed the importance in the question. "Not really. I never had any cravings to run around naked. It was just normal I guess, except that the dress code is a bit more casual than in most places. If you wanted to go to one, I'd be with you in a heartbeat, but I won't go out looking for a nudist camp to join. Now lets go have dinner." He was quiet as we put away the cold pizza. I smiled inside. I knew exactly what he was thinking. "I told you that my brother and I took over the family business after our parents were killed in that traffic accident. I never told you what that business was." "So what is it?" I asked with a my best fake curious sound in my voice. "We run a nudist resort." I shrugged my shoulders. He had expected revulsion, an explosion of anger. I knew it was coming and surprised him by showing little emotion. "Cool. So I guess you do want me to go to a nudist camp with you." I laughed. "Is that what you've been hiding from me?" "Yeah. I was afraid of how you'd react. Every other girl has bolted as soon as I mentioned it. I guess they thought I was some kind of pervert." "I don't. All you have to do is talk to me about it. Ain't no big deal. When can I see it?" "How about a change of plan and you spend the weekend with me. I've got a bunch of work to do but we can find something for you to do while I'm working." "Sounds like a plan to me. I guess it won't take long to pack." I giggled. "I don't know about that. It used to take my mother forever, but you can take a smaller suitcase." He was chuckling. "Let me grab some things. Just a couple minutes." It did take longer than a couple minutes. The time I had gone on assignment, I hadn't considered impressing the man that I now knew I loved completely. Choosing clothing was easy enough, but which perfume? Which skin cream? By the time I was ready, John's watch was beeping and it was time to go beat the gate. He suggested that I follow him so that I could run if I felt the need or escape while he worked. It was both a good and bad idea. I enjoyed the drive, smirking over the fact that indeed he was a lump of putty in my hands and imagining what he was thinking. Following him was made quite easy because I already knew where we were going. Hopefully, he wouldn't find out that fact for a while. When he stopped at the gate to punch in the code, he gave me a last chance to back out. I just gave him a funny look. There was no way I was going to pass up a chance to spend time with him. No one noticed us both come in, or at least if anyone noticed, they didn't come out to welcome us. I suppose I slept with John that night, but there was very little sleeping going on. It was a wonderful night of snuggling and sex followed by more snuggling and more sex and capped by a short nap. I got up before John and wandered out to the deck on the back of his house. It felt both strange and wonderful to be standing outside naked, warmed by the morning sun. Amanda was having coffee with two other women on the patio behind the neighboring clubhouse and waved me over. "Good to see you this morning, Jill. You do work fast, don't you?" Amanda greeted me with a smile. "Men can be so simple, once you know what the problem is." I chuckled back at her. "Girls, this is John's new girlfriend, Jill". Then she introduced her two friends Connie who lived in one of the homes in the resort with her husband and two kids and Gina who had come in the night before with her husband to rent one of the cabins. They were a well established group of friends. Connie, who was perhaps 10 years older than me and had a few extra pounds that had settled pleasantly on her mid sized frame, smiled and said. "You lucky girl! John is such a hunk. I never thought he'd ever find a girl!" "Yeah," Amanda said. "The amazing thing is that he actually found a girl outside and got up the courage to invite her here. I always thought he was ashamed of us." The four of us chatted for half an hour before John made his appearance. I liked them all and found the morning coffee a wonderful change from my usual Saturday morning house cleaning routine. My back was to John's house so I didn't see him when he finally wandered out looking for me. I think he might have been a little panicked when he didn't find me in his bed or his house. He was afraid that when the morning light came I would bolt. Amanda saw him first. "Hey, Handsome. If you're looking for a delightful young lady. She's over here. She's too good for you though!" "I guess you've met Jill. I don't have to introduce you. One less onerous chore I have to do today." He told her as he pulled up a chair. "Don't get too comfortable, John. You still have to feed a hungry damsel and a lot of mowing to do. The sooner you get started, the less time we'll have to tell her all about you." I liked the way they joked. It was obvious that all of the girls liked him. I couldn't blame them. He got busy mowing on a very large tractor while I spent the day chatting with the girls and meeting their husbands and the other residents and visitors of Aaron's Association. I got to try out their gym and swim in the pool, even got dragged into a volleyball game while he worked. In the evening we had dinner with Amanda and Don before retiring early. When a girl spends her evening with John, the old saying early to bed, early to rise is nonsense. Early to bed wears a poor girl out! Sunday was a rerun of Saturday, except that I made a trip to the store (by then it felt funny to put on clothes) and made dinner for Amanda and Don. Dinner worked well. Monday it was back to work. It was even worse than usual going back to the grind. We were both tired from our evening activities and wonderful lack of sleep. The weekend had been the best I had spent in years. John stayed at my apartment Monday night while we had a group meeting Tuesday. Tuesday was a truly depressing day. I discovered that I would be on the go team to our last client while John was sucked into a new group and would have to make a trip to Dayton to start research for a new client. It meant that we would be separated Wednesday and Thursday. I had just hit the point where I couldn't keep my hands off of John and leaving Wednesday was a truly depressing thought. We couldn't even have a tearful kissing goodbye on Wednesday since we were both off, headed in different directions at different times. One of the company planes whisked me off to Minneapolis at 7:00 Wednesday while the other corporate jet took John away from me to Dayton. The presentation went well and the meetings were over by 1:00. The turboprop waited for us and we were on our way home by 2:00. I got home in time to go and have a dinner with Amanda and Don. The dress was the usual casual. Thursday night I picked John up at the airport at 9:00 P.M. We barely made it to Aaron's Association before the gates locked. It was good that we went back to John's house because the neighbors in my apartment building would have known about our happy reunion by the noises they would have heard through the walls. I went in to work on Friday but John took the day off to mow and do his weekend work so that we could spend more of our time together on the weekend. Amanda had planned a special pot luck dinner for the regulars (and new guests) for this evening and she wanted John's help. I spent my Friday thinking about John. Thinking about Thursday night. Thinking about how I wanted to see him and get to Aaron's Association. I couldn't wait to get back there. It wasn't that I liked being nude but I liked the people. I rushed to Aaron's Association after work. I was in a hurry to see John. I had my very own gate code now but still Amanda was waiting for me when I pulled up. I knew something was up from the moment that she met me but I didn't quite know what it was. Amanda made very sure that I stayed away from the clubhouse. She didn't want my help with the dinner preparations which I thought strange. Don got there a bit after me and she passed me off to him to entertain, but he too was making sure that I stayed away from the clubhouse. The final strange thing was that John was nowhere evident. Everyone seemed to be there when Don finally accompanied me to the clubhouse at 8:00. I was hungry and I was almost desperate to see John. The place was full and buzzing with conversation, until it went almost deathly quiet when Don and I walked in. John was standing with Amanda along the back wall and came rushing to me. He threw an arm around me and hugged me tight. He was holding something in his left hand. When we broke the embrace, he led me to the stage. There were more than a hundred people packed into the clubhouse, more than I had ever seen there before, all naked (no surprise) and all quiet (big surprise). "Hey, everyone!" John yelled to the crowd. "I want you all to meet Jill." What I wasn't expecting was for John to get down on one knee. As he did, I heard a swishing sound above me and a huge banner fell from the ceiling. His words and the words on the banner were the same. "Jill will you marry me?" He asked. Questions blasted through me. What would my Mom think about visiting the grandchildren? How much money could I save on a wedding dress? So many questions, but only one possible answer.