    Title: Settign Up Roger
    Author: Eskimo1958
    Summary: Roger is a sigle nudist, and unkowingly steered towards romance and
    sex with a mature virgin.
    Keywords: M/F, vir, rom

Another very warm day in paradise. In this case, a large nudist resort in the sunny state of Florida. I'm here on vacation, which is an annual thing for two weeks, and I've already ran into people that I know from up north in upstate New York. I belong to a club near Albany, and I'm one of the few single guys allowed to be a member as they have a quota. This is because if they didn't keep it to a certain number, the place would be overran by single men.

Actually, when I first went there, I was dating a young lady and she was the nudist, not I. She talked me into going. Well, it didn't take much convincing. That was twenty-five years ago. I was twenty-two at the time. Now I'm forty-seven, never been married, and rather quite happy. The former girlfriend, her name was Barb, we were together for only two years. Long enough for me to get accustomed to the nudist lifestyle. That's one of the reasons I don't date too much. Most women, they think that it's something perverted. Hell, I get more offers outside of nudism in the real world than I ever have in a resort. I'm not ugly, nor good-looking, just your average middle-age man. I'm six-four, and weigh in a bit over two-hundred. Some muscle, but not Mr. Universe, not by a long shot. Shit, even my manhood is average.

I actually live and work in Schenectady, and I own my own home and run my own business, which is a rental store. I do well, and have a large client base. Anyway, I'm here in late March, enjoying the sun, water, and definitely the view. This particular resort does allow a certain amount of single men, and I'm lucky enough to be considered a regular. Been coming here for about fifteen years. This year, like the last seven, I pulled my camper down, a small twenty-two footer. Just the right size for a single guy. Normally it sits at the nudist camp back home.

But being a single male nudist is a pain, as you tend to get looked down upon, even by fellow nudists. Some are afraid I'm there to steal their woman, which I find humorous. And single females, there's a rarity. There might be one or two at any one time that I've seen. And today is no different. As I said, I've been here for two days, it's Sunday, and it's packed. I rose early and got me a place between the two pool areas, in the shade. Yeah, I'm a sunny bare, but a cautious sunny bare. No reason to get my bare ass burned the first two days of a two week vacation.

I just settled back into my lounge chair, and was picking up my copy of the Hockey News when I saw her. She was about five-two, maybe a hundred pounds, and skinny as a rail and barely an a-cup in the chest. She had short red hair, and I guessed her to be maybe in her late thirties. She was new to the lifestyle, my guess anyway, as her skin was real pale. I had seen her earlier, by the south pool, and now she was moving everything to the north pool. And after a few seconds, I saw why. Three single men, trying to look cool, following in her footsteps, just a few moments later. Ahhhh, wolf's on the hunt, this little thing must be single. I knew the guys were.

I chuckled, as I lowered my head to read my paper, when a female voice I immediately recognized spoke over my shoulder. "So, you find it funny, do you?"

I smiled, looking up, seeing a lady of about my age, a bit overweight, with a healthy chest, but with quite a bit of sag, which is normal for a woman of her age. I replied, "Hello Sharon, and what do you think I find so funny."

She sat on the lounge chair next to me, "That poor girl being hounded." She then chuckled, "I'm surprised you're not after it, either."

I got a shocked look on my face, "Now Sharon, when have you ever seen me chasing an unattached female cotton tail."

Sharon smiled, her long black hair framing her boobs. In all these years, I've learned to keep my eyes up, so I knew not to look any lower than the upper areas of her chest. "Oh, I haven't Roger, at least not yet."

"Where's Tom?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Golfing, and you're changing the subject."

"At least he's not hounding after her."

She got a stern look on her face, "As he damn well knows better!" She swung her legs up and onto the lounge chair, adding "So, who is she?"

I sighed, putting my paper down, knowing Sharon wasn't going to let me be. "Heck if I know, first time I saw her was when I was coming in, she was over by the south pool."

"You like her?" She had that devious smile on her face. Shit, she's up to something.

"Well, she's sort of small." I turned to look at Sharon, "And why should it matter? You're never this curious back in New York?"

She kept on smiling, as I then glanced over, seeing the redhead was getting into the north pool. "Why don't you go swim?"

I sighed, "Damn it Sharon!" I then smirked, "Why don't you?"

She laughed, "Okay," She looked over at the north pool, as did I, seeing two of the three guys from before hovering around the pool. "I think she needs help anyway." Sharon stood, grabbed her towel, and added, "Probably needs some assistance."

I laughed, "Yeah, she doesn't have quite enough of a built in floatation device as you."

She smirked, as she snapped my leg with her towel, as I cried out in pain and laughter from the sting. I watched her head that way, and enter the pool. I returned to my paper, as I was really needing to know how my Bruins are doing. Although the place was crowded, almost all three hundred lounge chairs were occupied, it's rather quiet. Occasionally a crying kid, or laughter, but not much else. I was finished with my paper about two hours later, and was on my belly, enjoying the warm breeze on my bare body.

I must have eventually nodded off, as I felt a hand on my shoulder, saying "Hey Roger, you're getting sun on your legs, maybe you better move."

I looked up, Sharon again. Looking around, the place was clearing out. Looked at my watch, as I rolled over, seeing it was almost five. My stomach growled, and she smiled, as she sat down next to me. "Tom back yet?"

She sighed, "Yes, he's in the spa right now." I knew she was wanting me to ask about the girl, but I decided to make her wait.

"How did he do?"

"Okay, I guess."

"He didn't say?"

"I never ask, he seemed happy."

"How long you guys staying?"

"We leave Thursday, have to visit family in South Carolina."

"So, I'll have peace and quiet after that, huh?"

She smiled, "No, Jane and Carl will be arriving tomorrow, I'll be making sure Jane keeps you in line."

"I'm surprise you haven't asked Barb and Steve to do that."

She got a nasty look on her face, "You know very damn well that Barb and I don't get along."

I was laughing, "Yeah, I do at that." I sat up, getting my legs out of the sun. "You're still mad about the incident with volleyball, huh?"

She said angrily, "My boobs aren't that saggy that I need to use the volleyball pump." I chocked on my laugh, "And besides, with a fat ass like hers, she shouldn't talk. Have you seen how big her mud flaps have gotten lately?" I was smiling, as she suddenly said "Okay bud, you got me off the subject. Hope you're satisfied."

A male voice from behind me, "What exactly is the subject?"

I turned, seeing a man about fifty-five, a bit taller than I, and about sixty pounds heavier, with a bald head. "Hi Tom, ask her, I didn't even know we had a subject."

He looked at his wife, and she said "Oh, nothing dear, I'll tell you later." Tom had a confused look on his face, as Sharon stood, bent down and gave me a quick peck on the top of my head, adding "We're having dinner at seven, can you make it?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"No!" responded Tom, who was looking at his wife, a suspicious look on his face.

They turned and walked away, with Sharon saying with a smile, "Why don't you just sort of drop by then for dinner?"

Now that's suggestive! I chuckled, and waved good-bye and relaxed a bit before finally getting my things and heading for my trailer. It was a short walk, through the condo's, and then into the large campground area. Most of the sites are occupied, and I quickly discovered that the one behind me was as well. It wasn't this morning, but now a small dome tent was situated there, with a folding camper chair sitting nearby. I figured another single guy, since only one chair. I hung my towel up on the line and entered my camper to grab a sprite. Then came back out, grabbed my Hockey News once more, then sat in my chair and started to read. It was now five-thirty, and my stomach was grumbling. I wasn't paying any attention, as I sensed people going by, but not looking up from my reading.

Eventually, a call of nature was warranted, so I put my paper down, and stood up and stretched, looking around as I did. I quickly noticed that the small tent now had it's owner there, and it was the thin redhead. She was looking at me, and I smiled, said "Hi!" and quickly turned, grabbed my towel, and headed to the bath house. Now I was thinking, that this was a pleasant surprise. Wonder where all the single guys are at? Looking at my watch, it read six-fifty. Okay, I'll take care of business, shower, and head over to Sharon & Tom's camper.

By the time I was done drying, it was seven-ten. Yeah, I'm late, but she did say to sort of drop by. Returned to my camper, no redhead next door, maybe she's in her tent? Walked on towards Sharon & Tom's camper. They've a nice size thirty-two foot Fleetwood fifth-wheel. Has all the fancy shit, including three slide-outs. Very nice, and very expensive. And the color matching Chevy one-ton crew cab is a fitting touch. Obviously Tom has been doing well in the banking business. Only the screen door was closed, as I gently knocked saying "Hey guys, you home?"

I heard Sharon say "Come on in, Roger."

I opened the door, and stepped on in. Sharon and Bob were sitting at the table, both on one side facing my way, and guess what? The redhead was sitting on the other side, her back to me. I smiled at Sharon, and said "I was heading into town and grab a bite, you guys need anything from Wal-Mart?"

Tom quickly said "Why don't you eat here, we've plenty of chicken fried up."

I started to say no, when Sharon said "Come on, Roger, have a seat, no use heading into town to eat."

She was pointing towards the vacant seat next to the redhead, and I said "Well, okay, guess I shall." I approached, and was even with the table, as I placed my towel down on the seat, before sitting. The redhead looked up, and I said "Hello." I noticed a bit of apprehension on her face, as I sat down, with Sharon returning to the table with a plate for me.

As I grabbed some chicken, Sharon said "Roger, this is Lucy, she's from Massachusetts on vacation."

Getting a helping of mashed potatoes, I turned and smiled, saying "Pleased to meet you, Lucy, you enjoying your vacation?"

As we ate, we kept up the conversation, as Lucy smiled slightly, and stuttered, "Um..yeah, I am..."

I could tell she was nervous as all get out, as I turned to Tom, "How did you do today?"

He smiled, "Not bad, shot an eighty-one."

Being a smart ass, I asked "Nine holes or eighteen."

Both Sharon and Lucy chuckled as did Tom, as he replied, "Eighteen."

Sharon looked at Lucy, asking "Do you play golf, Lucy?"

"Um, no, not really. I played once or twice, that's it." She said, a bit less nervously.

"That's about enough for anyone." I added, causing her and Sharon to laugh.

Tom smiled, saying "Then how come you still play?"

"To make sure you don't cheat." I said.

"Good reason!" Chimed in Sharon, with a smile.

Tom looked at her, "Who's side you on?"

She shrugged her shoulders, and smiled at Lucy, "So, how was your first day being naked?"

I decided to play along, as I put a shocked look on my face, "First time? And by yourself?"

She blushed, her skin getting redder than her hair, as she smiled and looked down at her plate. "Yeah, well, thought I would try something different."

I smiled, "Well, this is different." She giggled, as I asked, "Having fun yet?"

"It's taking awhile to get use to it." She said.

"It did for me too," piped in Sharon, "Like I was telling you at the pool, after awhile, it's like anywhere else, only no clothes."

"You came all the way from Massachusetts to try being a nudist?" I smiled, "I'm impressed. Hope you have a great time here."

"Thank you, it's been, um, interesting so far."

I asked "Any problems?"

She had a funny look on her face, "No, not really."

"Well, if you have any, just come over to Sharon's, she's good at taking care of things."

Sharon smiled, "Thanks Roger," She turned to Lucy, "And after I leave, or in case of emergency, Roger is always happy to assist." Now what the fuck she mean by that.

I added, "Since you're camping next to me, if you need something, just holler."

Tom said "Don't worry, he don't bite."

Poor girl turned red again, as Sharon elbowed Tom in the ribs. I asked Lucy, "You camp often? Your tent looks rather new."

She replied, "Bought it for this trip, first time I've ever been camping, at least, on my own."

I smiled, "Looks like you got set up okay, but if you find you need something, just come next door and ask."

We chatted away the rest of the meal, Lucy was opening up, telling us more about herself. She works at an insurance office, never been married. Thirty-five years-old, youngest of five children, parents now both deceased. She lives in western Massachusetts, so close to us and our campground, which Sharon made her promise she would come and visit this summer. After dinner, Sharon and Lucy got up and cleaned the table, as Tom and I chatted. He just smiled, and we made small talk, with him shaking his head at times, as he turned and looked their way. Lucy and Sharon were chattering away, not paying any attention to us. Once they were done cleaned up, I looked at my watch, and said "Oh wow, it's almost ten, and I still need to hit Wally world for some stuff."

Sharon asked "What you need?"

"Oh, soap, some towels, need some canned food as well, can't have you cooking for me every meal, now can I!"

Lucy then said "Um, Roger? Can I go along?"

She had a sad smile, as I just chuckled, saying "Sure, if you want to." I saw Sharon's sly smile out of the corner of my eye, and Tom rolling his eyes. I stood, saying "I need to hit the bathroom first, is that okay?"

She got up, and spoke to Sharon, "Thanks for inviting me, Sharon. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

As I left the trailer, with Lucy at my heels, I heard Sharon call out, "Yes, it was a pleasant evening. You guys have fun shopping."

Yeah, right. As we walked towards the section we were camping in, I said, "Give me about twenty minutes, and meet me at my camper, okay?"

She said "Sure. Um, this isn't any trouble, is it?"

I laughed, as we turned onto the lane we were camped on, "No, not at all." I then said, "I'll be right back." As I passed my site, and headed to the bathhouse.

She said "Hold on, I need to go as well." I turned, and she quickly caught up to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the guys from the pool, walking down the other lane. Okay, she's nervous. Don't blame her, I'll have to make it a point to get rid of this clown. At the bathhouse, she went in the women’s, as I ducked into the men’s. I drained my lizard rather quickly, and flushed. Exiting, I heard a toilet flush on her side, followed by the water in the sink flowing. Then she was out, and all smiles.

I smiled back, and said "Ready?"

She laughed, "Well, shouldn’t we get dressed first?"

I laughed as well, "Yeah, best we did. Don't think Wal-Mart would approve us shopping in the all together."

In one hundred feet, we were at my camper, and I said "Go ahead and get your clothes on, I'll be dressed shortly."

She said "Okay." as she trotted over to her tent. The guy was about two hundred feet away, along the outer lane, staring at me. Not good, how did this loser get in, anyway? I went in, pulled on a pair of shorts and a clean shirt, and switched my flip-flops for a pair of socks and sneakers. Grabbed my keys and went to my truck, opened it up, got my wallet, and was about to climb in when a staff cart came up our lane. Ok, better now then later.

I shut the door, recognized the driver as Earl, and yelled out, "Hey Earl, how's it going?"

He stopped, saying "Hey Roger, you enjoying your vacation this year?"

I laughed, acting cool as I walked up, and started chatting away. When I was close to him, I lowered my voice, mentioned the guy over yonder that's stalking Lucy, and found out he has already been reported on. I saw Lucy approaching my truck, as I stepped back, saying "Well, we're going into town and do some shopping, catch you later, okay?"

He smiled and winked, as he drove off. I went and hit the power locks, letting Lucy climb into the cab of my big Chevy. As I fired it up, I said "Looks like your admirer may be leaving soon."

"Huh?" She asked. We passed Earl, he was sitting in his cart, next to another one, marked 'security', as I explained, "That guy over there, he was watching you today a bit closely. Earl is having him removed from the premises."

She sighed, "I was hoping I wouldn't cause any problems."

"You didn't." I said as we exited the grounds, turning onto the road leading to town. "Seems he had another complaint on him as well." She looked at her hands, "Don’t worry, it happens from time to time. Some single guys are unclear on the concept, tend to get rather obnoxious. If they remove him, it means he was warned at least once before. We don't need that here, it's suppose to be a family environment."

"Yes, Sharon told me that while we were swimming." She said, a bit dejectedly, still. "We really had a long talk, glad I found her. She's so nice."

"Yep, I've known her and Tom for a long time now. We go to the same club in New York. Not too far from you actually."

"That's what she said. I may have to go visit her this summer. Is it a nice place?"

I chuckled, "Well, it's not as elaborate as this. Only one pool, open summer time only. We do have a spa, though. Use it year round."

"How are the people? Do they treat single women okay?" She asked.

"They're all pretty nice. I've never seen them be rude to single women. There's another couple from our club here this week, and another set coming by the weekend, you can meet them if you wish."

"Okay." She responded.

We pulled into the parking lot, and went on in. I found the things I wanted, and then we went shopping for her. She wanted souvenir t-shirts, so we spent a short time before she bought five shirts for her nieces and nephews back home.

The ride back was relatively quiet, not much was said. Once back in the resort, she thanked me for the drive, as she went on to her site, and me to mine. I called it a night, as I flipped on ESPN and watched the end of a hockey game.

Must have fell asleep, as the morning light was shining through the window, right into my eyes. Got up, went to the bath house and took care of nature, and showered, before heading to the restaurant for morning breakfast. My food just got there, as I saw Lucy enter, wearing just a pair of shorts and sandals, her small, white breasts standing out on her chest. She looked around, saw me, and her face brightened, as I smiled and waved her over to my table.

She asked "Mind if I join you?" My mouth was full so I just shook my head and pointed to the chair. The waitress came over, took her order, as I continued my meal. I was done before she even got hers, so I asked "So, sleep well?"

She smiled, saying "Well, sleeping on the ground takes some getting use too."

I chuckled, "Yeah, it does. I tent camped for years, before finally getting my camper." She smiled, as her food got here. I asked "So, you just going to lounge about the pool today?"

"Well, I don't know, anything interesting to see nearby?"

"Depends on what you consider interesting, you've ever been to Florida before?", she shook her head no. Oh why not, "You want to go see the Manatee's at a refuge?" Her face brightened. "I'll take that as a yes. When you're done eating, we'll get some clothes on and head on out, it's a two hour drive at least to Homosassa Springs."

"Sure, I would like that." She replied.

As she finished eating, I told her what all was there, the boat ride to the spring, and the underwater viewing area. Plus the little zoo. Soon she was done, and we headed for the camping area and got dressed. We swung by Sharon & Tom's and told them we were going, and I told Tom I would golf with him tomorrow morning. He looked at me funny, since I normally don't ask him, he usually asks me, but he just smiled. For some reason, just thought I would want to go golfing tomorrow.

The excursion went great. She enjoyed it enthusiastically, ohhing and awing over the manatee's and the little zoo. The conversation was light, for the most part. We talked about each other, filling in details about our lives. I told her I'm an only child, parents now deceased. Although I do have one aunt that's close by. And am very close to her three kids. All living in the Albany area. They even know about my lifestyle, and don't seem to mind it.

She told me again that she's the youngest of five. The fourth child is twelve years older than her, the oldest sibling is fifty-eight, twenty years older than she is. Her mother had just passed away, and she has plenty of nieces and nephews around, some even her age. She has a very extended family, quite a few aunts and uncles with many cousins. She works at an insurance office that is run by an older sister, who took it over from her father. A family business.

On the way back, she finally asked "So, you've never been married."

I chuckled, telling her no, then going on about how I got into nudism, and it being hard to find a woman that understands it. I mentioned I introduced a few to it. And that some even still go with their current spouses.

Once done, I asked "And you've never been married either, huh?"

I noticed she got uncomfortable, as she said "No, um, well, I've always been taking care of my mother."

"I see." I said, politely.

"Shoot, I've never even date. I'm still a virgin." I almost crashed, seriously. I had a hell of a time trying to think of something to say, without it being a smart ass comment. She looked over, and tried smiling, "Guess I've missed out on a lot, huh?"

A bit of sadness there, as I finally tried speaking without my voice cracking, "No, you haven't missed much, just a late starter, that's all." Did that come out right? My shorts were getting a bit cramped, as my one-eyed monster heard the 'virgin' comment, and it wanted to solve the problem. Silence the rest of the trip back. Once in the resort, I parked, and said "Come on, it's still early, lets go get some sun by the pool before dinner. I've some steaks we can have for the night on my grill later."

Her face brightened, as she got out of my truck, saying "Okay, let me go get my clothes off, and I'll be right back."

Whew, wonder where this might lead? I went inside the camper, stripped down, and came back out, put my wallet in my truck, locked it, and grabbed a towel, just as Lucy was coming over in all her glory. I asked if she was ready, and she nodded yes with a big smile on her face. She lead the way, as I walked a few feet behind her, admiring her shapely rounded ass as it jiggled in the late-afternoon sun. Her waist was small as I looked at her profile, moving up her body, where it flares out just slightly at the upper back, admiring her thin neck, and her short, trimmed dark-red hair.

The pool area was empty as we grabbed a couple of lounge chairs and sat by the pool. She was now in a talkative mood, asking me more questions about me as well as the nudist lifestyle. I'm sure we have a convert! About five, I looked up, the sun was gone, and clouds were moving in. Shoot, I was thinking rain. I suggested the spa, and she agreed, and we got in. She was up against me, her small body rubbing against my own. Another couple joined us, and we talked to them, getting my mind off of her. Didn't want to stand and have an embarrassing situation in the pool area. Erections tend to be frowned upon, but I'm sure no one could blame me if they knew the whole story.

I said we had better get going, so we got up and out, dried off, and headed for the camping area. There, I said I'll get the grill going, and she said she would help, so I had her get the steaks out of the freezer and defrost them in the microwave. Within an hour, we had the meal done and ate, complete with nuked green beans and potatoes. After dinner, we went to the lounge, and had a few drinks, before we went back and called it a night. I saw the lightning in the distance, and knew we would get rain eventually, as I watched her climb into her tent.

The beers worked wonders, as I drifted off to sleep. I was woken about midnight, by a clap of thunder, as the rain was making a din on the fiberglass roof of the camper. So now I was awake, regaining my senses. The worse of the storm lasted for what seemed like thirty minutes, followed by a gentle light rain. I was almost back to sleep, when I heard mumbling from outside, followed by light tapping on my door. First I thought it was nothing, then the tapping sounded again, followed by a soft voice, "Roger? You awake?"

It was Lucy, as I jumped out of bed, and flipped on a light. I went to the door, and opened it. She was wrapped in a very wet sleeping bag, and I looked over to her tent, which was partially collapsed. Oh shit, seems we have a problem. "Come on in." I said, pulling her up by the arm. She was shivering, very wet and very cold. I took the sleeping bag from her, and threw it back outside on top of the table under the awning. Then I picked her up, carried her to the bedroom area, grabbed a towel, and dried her off, before putting her in my bed, and covering her up.

I then went back outside, and hung her bag up under the awning, the water falling from it like a broken water main. Grabbed my flashlight and went to look at her tent. What a mess. The main support pole snapped in the wind, making it useless. I wondered how long she put up with that. I returned to my camper, dried off, and went to the couch. Lifted the cushions, pulled out a spare blanket, and positioned a pillow. Went and checked on Lucy and she was snoring away, as I returned to the couch and sacked out. Well, tried too. A six foot couch for a six-foot-four guy weighing in at two-thirty isn't very comfortable. I would sleep for about thirty minutes at a time, if at all, before there was a loud knock on my door at six am.

I jumped out of bed, and opened it, seeing Sharon and Bob, with Sharon having a worried look on her face, saying "Lucy's tent is damaged, and she's no where to be found." She looked past my standing naked figure, and hanging morning wood, to see my couch, as she asked "Why you sleeping on the couch."

A voice from my bedroom, hollered out, "Because he wanted to be the gentleman and let me sleep in his bed."

Lucy comes pattering out, bare ass naked and wrapped in my blanket, as I pointed to her hanging sleeping bag, "She had a bit of a problem last night in the rain."

Tom laughed, as he said "Well, security got concerned, they came and talked to us, seeing they knew Sharon had her over for dinner the other night, thinking she might have went there."

I invited them in, as Lucy said, "Good thing my clothes are in my car, huh?"

Sharon laughed, "Yeah, why don’t we take your bag to the office, there are clothes dryers there, we can get it dried out."

Lucy smiled, and the two of them left. Tom told me our tee time was at nine, so we went and had breakfast together. Nothing was said about the previous night, as we pretty much ate in silence. After we were through, we went back to our own campers to get dressed. I waited for about ten minutes, when he finally showed up, and I saw two other guys in his crewcab truck with him.

Immediately I recognized Carl and Steve. Carl wasn't a surprise, I forgot that he and Jane were to get here yesterday. But Steve? Where's Barb then? And how come they're here so early? They weren't suppose to be here until the weekend. I put my golf bag in the back, along with the other three, and opened the back door, climbing in. "Hi Steve, Carl, how you guys doing?"

They smiled, saying okay, as Tom explained, "Their wives are going with Sharon and Lucy into town and shop. Guess Sharon decided to do this while we were having breakfast."

I smiled, "Just as well, it's going to be cloudy all day anyway. But Barb going with Sharon?" I looked at Steve, smiling as I said it.

He chuckled, "Yeah well, seems they're on a mission."

"And you're it.", smiled Carl.

I chuckled, "Yeah, I figured that."

We joked and talked all the way to the course. And once on the course, these three were all over me, like wolves in on the kill. Actually, they were trying to bother me, since even though I don't play much, I can still whip them pretty good. After four holes, I already had two birdies, one on a par five, and another on a par three, and I was just getting warmed up. I was out driving them, and only one-putting. I did double bogey number six, which made them chuckle, but it was pretty much par through the first round.

Of course, it was only noon, we broke for lunch, and did another round. It was about the twelfth hole when we were getting ready to tee up, when Steve asked "So, how is that little redhead, Roger?"

I snickered, saying "Wouldn't know yet. And from what she says, no one else does either." I drilled my shot, straight down the fairway on a par five, with a distant dogleg. Set up perfect for my approach shot. I was all smiles, as I turned and looked at the other three. All had dumb looks on their faces. "What?" I asked.

Carl cleared his throat, as he walked to the tee. "Are you saying she said she's never had a man?"

Steve let out a low whistle, as Tom muttered somewhat incoherently, when I replied, "Well, yeah, guess I am."

Carl swung, he was obviously not paying attention, as his shot barely went twenty yards past the tee-box. He was shaking his head, as Steve said "Man oh man, I can't believe that." He went to tee up, as Carl was cussing about his shot, "That cute little redheaded fox is a virgin!"

"You going to get any of it?" Tom asked me, with a smile.

I laughed, "Shit, I don't know. You think I can?"

Carl and Tom laughed, as Steve did to, just as he swung, sending his ball at about a ninety degree angle to the left. It hit a tree, and came right back at us. After diving for cover, we're all laughing, as he said "Fucking mulligan, and this time, no talking."

Finally, we settled down, and he teed off again, followed by Tom. Well, these guys are going to be shit the rest of the game. The rest of the game, they got on me bad, kidding me about me might getting to pop a thirty-eight year-old virgin. I had a hell of a time keeping my concentration, as my score started to suffer, they were harassing me as I started to swing. It didn't help them any, they were too fucking busy being royal pains, that they played like shit as well. I ended up beating the three of them in the second round as well, by three strokes over Tom.

They didn't let up until we were back at the resort. Pulling up in front of Tom's camper, all four women were sitting around the picnic table, and all wore smiles. I wanted to say something about Barb and Sharon, but decided not too. Getting out, the three married guys made it a point to go to their respective wives and give them a kiss. I just smiled, and said "I'm going to go get a shower, see you guys later."

I wasn't too shocked when Lucy got up, saying "I need one as well, think I'll join you." This caused Carl to choke, causing Jane to elbow him sharply in the ribs

Tom started to say something, but his wife Sharon looked at him, saying "Next!"

He had a grimacing look on his face, as I turned to get my clubs and head for my camper. Lucy was at my side as we walked, asking loudly, "How did you play?"

I laughed, saying so the guys could here "Well enough to beat a bunch of old men."

The wives broke up laughing, as we went on. Once out of good ear shot, I asked "How was shopping?"

"Fine, we just got back. Wanna see what I bought?"

I'm not stupid, "Sure, after we shower, okay?"

She smiled, as we arrived at my camper. I noticed her tent was put back up, but not too well. "Did you get it fixed?"

She frowned, "Well, sort of."

I dropped my golf bag, and went over to her tent. It looked like shit. The main rod was taped together with duct tape, and there was a tear in the fabric at the bottom. Plus, the tie downs for the rain fly were torn, and they weren't really staying on too well. A good stiff breeze will just knock it off again. I sighed, and she had a worried look on her face. "You know Lucy, don't get the wrong impression, but maybe you ought to consider just sleeping in my camper the rest of your stay."

Her face brightened, "Can I?" Oh man, this is working out real well.

"How long you staying here?" I asked.

"Until the ends of next week." She responded. Great, my whole time here.

"Well, come on, I'll help you move your stuff, and take down your tent. Although you'll probably want to take it back and get a refund."

"You think I can?"

"Sure, it didn't last one trip." She opened her tent flap, and crawled in, handing me her belongings. Luckily, it wasn't much. Just the sleeping bag, and one other bag. The rest of her stuff was in her car. In less than twenty minutes, we had her stuff at my site, including her car. Then we were off to the showers. The great thing about showers at nudist resorts, they're outdoors and out in the open. This one was on the side of the bath house, so there was an overhang. As you showered at one end, the other end could be used by someone else. So it was interesting watching her shower off, as I did the same. My one eyed monster was wanting to wake, so I had to turn the cold water up a bit more.

We got done and dried off, put our sandals on and headed back to the camper. There I found a note from Sharon, telling us they were having a cookout, for us to be there by six-thirty. My watch said five-thirty. I really wanted to get in the spa, but oh well. Lucy smiled when she read the note, as she came inside. Wanting to make points, I sat down, and said "So, what did you buy?"

She smiled, saying "Hold on, my bag is in the car." She pranced out and returned with a large shopping bag. Entering, she went into the bedroom area, and I heard the rustling of paper, followed by the sounds of her pulling on clothing. When she came out, my mouth damn near hit the floor. She was wearing a black teddy, fringed in red and snapped at the crotch. Her small breasts were pushed up, her hardened nipples peaking out of the top of the cups. Oh man, now I do most definitely need some cold water thrown on me.

"Well, that looks nice." I said, trying to keep my voice from cracking.

She turned around slowly, it barely covered her nice ass, as she said "Oh good! Sharon and the girls said you would probably like it." Well, my pecker sure did, as it started to spring to attention. Thank god my bath towel was nearby, as I casually covered my naked cock and balls. "I've two more outfits, let me try them on for you as well."

She disappeared into the bedroom, and I exhaled deeply. Oh man, this is torture! She was gone ten minutes, and when she returned, oh my! A negligee, white, see-through, with garters and matching panties. And the panties, oh my, they were crotch less. Her full pussylips pushing out through the opening, covered with a light matting of her vibrant red pubic hair. Yeah, my towel was starting to look like a circus tent.

Harder time to keep my voice from cracking, "Oh Lucy, that looks mighty fine!"

She beamed, as she turned once more, before heading to the bedroom, saying "I've one more outfit." Yeah, and I've got a problem. My manhood was throbbing, and I had a hell of a time keeping the tent down.

She was back again, wearing a baby blue robe. I smiled, and she opened it up, revealing a matching light blue bra and a pair of thong panties, which barely covered her pubic mound. I'm going to get back at Sharon somehow, not sure how, but I will! "Stunning!" Was all I could croak out. She smiled, came over, closing her robe, and sat down next to me.

"You like it? I wasn't too sure if you would."

I wrapped my left arm around her, and pulled her close to me, meeting no resistance. "Oh Lucy, you look great."

She turned her face to mine, and the next thing I knew, her lips were on mine, locked in one hell of a kiss. Sparks were flying, as her mouth opened, her tongue forcing it's way between my lips, which I was more than happy to allow. Our mouths were now open, and tongues entwining each other, as my hands roamed her backside, pulling her onto my lap. I felt her tiny hand go under my towel, and grasp my rock hard rod. Thought for sure I was going to loose it, but I managed to keep the flood at bay.

We just took showers, and didn't really want to take another one, especially this close to dinner. "Um, Lucy." She resumed kissing my face, "We um, don't want to get all messy, shit." Her hand tugged my cock hard. She may be inexperienced, but she has damn good instincts.

Her lips were at my ear, as she whispered into it "Then let me suck you dry!" Now who can argue with logic like that? She dropped her body to the floor, taking my towel with her, as my cock popped up, staring at the ceiling. I watched as her mouth engulfed the large head of my tool, her hand at the base, jerking my cock as she swirled my meat with her tongue like a child with an ice cream cone.

Shit, I was in heaven. My legs spread apart, and she was on her knees, as she started bobbing her head up and down, while squeezing and jerking my meat with her hand. I knew this wasn't going to take long, and was wondering if it was proper to come in her mouth, when she stopped, removed my pecker from her mouth, and asked "Go ahead, I want to see what a man tastes like."

She managed to get it back in her mouth, just as I groaned and blasted thick ropes of cum into the back of her mouth, causing her to gag momentarily, trying to swallow as another three blasts flooded her tiny mouth. She couldn't get it all, as some leaked out of the corner of her mouth, and dribbled down her chin and onto my couch. Oh well, it'll clean up. After all, it ain't often I get a blow job. Hell, I can't even remember the last time!

She sucked the last bit out, then sat back, letting go of my deflating cock. She looked confused, as I chuckled, "Looks like you sucked all life out of it, did you enjoy that."

She smiled, "Yes, it's different. I got a funny feeling in my groin while doing it. It's a bit salty."

I laughed, grabbed her by her arms, picked up the towel and covered my lap, and willingly pulled her up and onto my lap, facing away. My fingers pushed the thin fabric of her thong to the side, as I worked them into her slit, "What are you doing...ohhhhh!"

She cried out, as my fingers had her clit between them, rubbing it gently. Her hips started bucking almost from the get go. Her pubic mound was giving off a tremendous amount of heat, as finally her neck arched, and a silent scream came from her open mouth. I felt her body tense, as I plunged my fingers up her tight love canal. Oh god was she tight. I had to literally pry her pussy lips apart, as my thumb stayed on her clit, my fingers now probing her cunt. She came again, muttering incoherently, her juices flooding my fingers. I slowly finger fucked her, dying to get my cock up her tight orifice. She cried out and stiffened once more, collapsing in a heap against my chest. I smiled, kissing her neck and cheek, as I removed my fingers, patting her pubic mound, saying "I take it you enjoyed that."

She opened her glazed eyes, saying "If I knew it was going to be this good, I would have done it years ago."

I looked at my watch, Damn, six-ten. "There's some wet-wipes on the counter, lets wipe up, we're expected for dinner."

She smiled seductively, saying "I already had an appetizer, would like the main course later."

Oh god, here we go again. Laughing, I said "If you keep talking like that, we'll never get anything to eat." She giggled, and headed for the bedroom.

“Great thing about this place, you take clothes off to go somewhere." She shouted.

I chuckled, as I heard her taking her clothes off. Soon she was back, grabbing the wet-wipes from my hand, and cleaning her face and thighs. It was even erotic watching her do that, and I was having a hell of a time controlling my urges. She stepped outside to grab her towel, and upon coming back in, her face got a funny look on it.

I asked "What!?"

She sighed, "Grab your towel, we smell bad."

Ah shit, I knew it. Looked at my watch, six-sixteen. Sighing heavily, I grabbed my towel, and followed her out the door. We quickly went to the showers, washed up quickly and dried off, and after getting dry towels at the camper, headed off to Sharon and Tom's. My watch read six-thirty-four. Shit, so we're a bit late. As soon as we were seen by Sharon, she motioned to the others, and all heads turned. And all smiles. Ok, what the fuck is up?

I started off "Hi guys, ready to eat? I'm famished."

Lucy quietly took a seat, not saying a word, as Sharon, Jane and Barb looked at her with smiles on their faces. The guys had smiles on their faces as well, but their smiles were a bit more wicked looking. Tom cleared his throat, and I shot him a look, making him chuckle. Still not a word. "What we having, Sharon?"

"Shiskabobs with rice. Jane, Barb and I made them up." She turned to Tom, "Are you going to get them or what, Thomas!" It wasn't a question. Okay, did Barb and Sharon have another talk about volleyball pumps?

Jane, who is about fifty pounds smaller than Barb and Sharon, and half the breast size, asked Lucy, "So, how you doing so far? Did Roger like the items you bought?"

She said it sooo coool, like Lucy picked up a few items at the grocery. Lucy blushed, and I helped her out. "Yes, she did. I thought they were rather nice outfits. Very well color coordinated."

Steve smirked, and I ignored him. He asked "You two must have gotten pretty dirty from those new clothes, you had to take a second shower." Barb smacked him good on the arm, making him yelp in mock pain.

"Well, there were lots of loose threads, had to wash them off." Lucy was as red as her hair. "You wanna pass the rice, Carl?" I on the other hand, wasn't about to loose this one, and they knew it, as Tom said "So, you want to golf in the morning? My last day and all."

I turned to Lucy, "Did you want me to take you anywhere tomorrow?"

She cleared her throat, "No, we can go somewhere Thursday maybe, or over the weekend, if the weather is too bad and we can't lay about the pool."

Good girl, she's regaining control. The questions were a lot nicer after that, and the meal was great. Afterwards, Tom brought out the beer for the guys, and Sharon went in and brought out frozen daiquiri’s for the women. I nursed the beer slowly, as the guys and I moved to one end of the table, the ladies to the other end. We shot the bull for three hours, and Tom kept trying to get me to drink more beer. After trying to turn him down, I would accept with a smile, and slyly spill it out onto the ground when he wasn't looking. So after about ten rounds, I maybe had three beers. Yeah, I was feeling good, but I wasn't hammered like the other three.

And the women! Besides sex, it seems little Lucy never had partaken the libations of alcohol either. I was told later that they went through five pitchers of that frozen concoction. And from what I understand, the rum percentage was rather high. By eleven, no one was feeling any pain. Steve was passed out on the ground, Jane and Carl were doing their best to walk to their golf cart to drive it to their site. Barb was trying to get Steve to his feet, sitting on the ground next to him. Sharon was sitting there singing, and Tom, he was over in the bushes, having seconds on dinner. Lucy meanwhile, was sitting at the table, no, more like laying at the table. Stark naked, on her back, on top of the table. With a few empty glasses on her flat belly. And I don't know who did it, but someone placed one of those miniature umbrella's between her pussy lips, sticking straight up. I suspect it was Sharon, as even if they were drunk, the wives would never have let their husbands do that.

Security came around, and it was Earl. I got up, and he said "You guys know it's after eleven?"

Tom upchucked one more time, and I smiled, Earl just shook his head. "Um, I think the party is about over anyway."

"Looks like there's some clean up to do."

I smiled, "Yeah, better wait until morning, no use making any more noise." Sharon just hit a high note of an old Janice Joplin song. God is she drunk. "Um, maybe like, you can give me a hand?"

He laughed, picked up his radio, and called in for back-up. It took four other guys, but we got Steve and Barb loaded up in one cart, another joined Jane and Carl, and drove them to their site, and with some extra encouragement, we got Sharon to hose off Tom with a garden hose, before getting them inside to their bed. Great thing about nudists, no need to worry about getting vomit on your clothes. Nor about being too drunk to get undressed to go to bed.

Once done, I went over to the table. Earl helped me get Lucy to her feet, then I did a fireman’s carry, said thanks and good night to Earl, and headed to my camper. She moaned off and on the one hundred yards or so to my camper, and just about there, she mumbled something about going to be sick. Oh shit, detour to the bath house. Got her inside the men’s room just in time for her to pray to the porcelain god. I had my arms around her mid section letting her let loose with her Technicolor yawn. What a smell, and she's sleeping in my bed? After ten minutes of heaves, followed by another ten minutes of dry heaves and countless flushing, she was done. I grabbed some toilet paper, wiped her face, and picked her back up. We made it outside, and I hit the shower. It must have been a sight. Me, holding up some passed out woman, trying to wash her up in the dark. And of course, both our towels were back at Tom and Sharon's. She woke up a few times, as I cleaned her up, and carried her to the camper, both of us soaking wet and shivering in the cool, night air. Once there, I grabbed a towel hanging on the awning supports, and sat her down on the bench, and dried her off, then myself, before ditching the towel, opening the door, and picking her up, carrying her inside, and gently putting her in my bed.

Went back and closed the door, and crawled in next to her, my arms pulling her tight against me. She was already snoring lightly, no wonder, her tummy was empty, as I drifted off to sleep. We didn't move all night. Not until her moans at nine in the morning. She barely opened her eyes, as I lifted my head, kissed her cheek, saying "Good morning Lucy, you probably want some aspirin."

She just turned her head, and closed her eyes, moaning a bit loudly. I chuckled, and got up and went to the cabinet, pulled out some Tylenol, and opened up a bottle of water from the fridge. I crawled back into bed, and said "Here." She rolled over, clutching the covers about her, taking the pills, popping them into her mouth, and then the bottle of water to her lips. After swallowing, she buried her head back under the covers, just as a loud knocking at the door.

I sighed, went to answer it, and found Tom, who looked like shit, as he said "We've got a tee time in forty minutes, you want to go?"

I chuckled, saying "Hold on."

I snuggled up to Lucy, whispering in her ear, "You going to be okay if I go golf with Tom?"

She didn't even open her eyes, just nodded her head yes. I started to get up, when she reached back and grabbed my hand, pulling me back, asking "Roger?"

"Yeah?"

"Did we, um...."

I chuckled, "No, you were pretty much toasted. After you threw up, I showered you off, and brought you to bed."

"Oh god, it wasn't a dream!" She moaned, burying her face in the pillow.

"You rest up, I'll be back in a few hours." I kissed her lips, and she kissed me back, a smile coming to her face.

I went to the door, peaked out and Tom was sitting in the chair, and god he looked like hell. "I'll be out in a minute." I pulled on a pair of shorts, and a polo shirt, and came on out. Opened up the truck, got my wallet, and my golf bag, and said "Ready, where are the other two?"

He snorted, and shook his head, "They're in worse shape than Lucy." He stood, a bit wobbly, but he stood anyway, "Come on, lets go before I fall down."

"Um, maybe I better drive."

"Good idea." He went to my truck, and literally crawled in.

After picking up his clubs, we went on to the course, and just made our tee time. To say he played like shit is an understatement. After nine holes, he was already in the sixties. And I gave him about a dozen mulligan’s. I wasn't doing too bad, a bit worse than normal, when he finally asked how come I wasn't in as bad as shape as any one else.

After I told him what I did with his beer, he was muttering, saying "You son of a bitch, I thought you were just not getting drunk as fast, so I kept bring you more fucking beers."

I was laughing my ass off. We didn't make the back nine. And I don't think the course management liked him leaving some more of last nights festivities on the ninth tee. He did tell me while we were playing that this morning he found Carl was passed out on his golf cart, and Jane wasn't much better, she was sleeping on the picnic table, wrapped in a towel. Steve wouldn't even wake up, and Barb was yelling some choice obscenities for him to go away. Sharon didn't even wake up, she rolled over and ignored him.

We were gone for maybe two hours. Returning, everyone was still out of it, as I dropped off Tom, he crawling into his camper, not to be seen until dinner. I found Lucy at the camp site, sitting in the lounge chair, in the shade and with a pair of dark sunglasses on. I smiled at her, and she smiled back, saying "Good morning."

I sat down next to her, asking "First time you really ever drank anything, wasn't it."

She chuckled, at least she has a sense of humor. "And more than likely the last." She sighed, "But those drinks, they sure did taste good."

"Maybe not so many at one time, lover."

She leaned back her head, and said "Roger."

"Yeah."

"Thanks for last night."

"Well, except for carrying you to the bath house and showering you off, I didn't do anything."

"Yeah, I know, I want it to be special, and sober." She turned her face, "So tonight should be great." Oh god, what a smile!

I leaned over and we kissed, after which, I said "We better rest up, then, huh?"

She leaned her head back down, giggling, "Yes, we better!"

We didn't do shit the rest of the day. All three women came over to see how Lucy was doing, and about five, Jane came over and got Lucy to go into town with her. I just relaxed while she was gone.

She returned at seven, saying dinner will be at eight, we're all eating together at the resort's restaurant. So I showered and got ready, as did she. We met them at the appointed time, and I quickly noticed no alcohol was consumed by anyone. I did notice that Sharon, Jane and Barb kept looking at me a bit funny. Their eyes kept going to my groin, and I was wondering why. They also kept whispering to each other as well. And a few times to Lucy, who would immediately blush.

Finally, as we were leaving, Tom came up to me as we walked behind them, saying "Our wives are intrigued."

"About what?"

"Seems Lucy told Jane about your escapades yesterday before dinner. Something about being almost a foot long."

I laughed, "Lucy doesn't know what a foot long is." He burst out laughing, making the others turn and stare. "Shit Tom, I don't know how big I am, but not that big. Hell, I would be making porn movies if I was."

"Well, maybe you should get out a ruler for her, the girls are afraid you'll split her in two."

I smiled a devilish smile, "Sure the hell hope to try."

He slapped me on the back, as the others all stopped and were waiting. I grabbed Lucy's hand, and we all parted at the crossroads, saying good-bye. Tom and Sharon were leaving in the morning at eight, and we said we would all be up early to have breakfast. Upon saying Lucy and I would be too, Barb said "Think you'll be able?"

Lucy laughed, as did I, as we turned and went to our camper. Upon entering, we were in each others arms, our lips and hands roaming all over each others body's. I gently picked her up, and set her bare ass on the edge of the table, and got on my knees. I've been seeing her red snapper for four days now, and now I wanted a taste. Her legs draped over my shoulders, as I wiggled my tongue into her slit, getting the scent of her sweet scent, making my cock throb at full attention. She was so wet already, as I danced my tongue around her clit, and the opening of her vagina, making her ass squirm on the table, as she sighed and moaned softly. I took a finger and gently probed her cunt, as I went to work flicking her clit with my tongue, her hips starting to shake and buck, her hands on the top of my head, as she gave me moans of encouragement.

I knew this wouldn't take long, and it didn't, as she cried out softly as her orgasm raced through her body, her juices flooding my face. I was surprised at how much, as she is definitely a gusher, as my face and hand were glazed with her cum in seconds. I lapped up her nectar, as she came down from her high, then proceeded to kiss my way up her body, across her flat tummy, then spending time at her small breasts, admiring the large, firm nipples as I gently suckled on each for a spell. Her body was even hotter to the touch, as I kissed her neck, and face, our mouths meeting, as we kissed passionately, her arms around my neck, as my throbbing meat made it's way to her own little corner of paradise.

My cockhead was pushing at her opening, and not finding any resistance. I was going to take it slow, but she wrapped her legs around my ass, and pulled her self onto my hard rod, grunting as my pubic hair entwined with hers. She gasped at the fullness of my invading, throbbing member, her eyes closed, as I kissed her lips once more. I felt her pussy ripple around my shaft, and I knew I was about to pump a load in her. That was when her eyes flew open, and she said "Oh shit!"

She pushed herself off, and I was in mass confusion, until she reached and grabbed her purse, and pulled out a condom, giggling like a school girl. I blushed, as I quickly grabbed it, and opened the packet, rolling the sheath down my cock, and just as quickly, re-entered her. We both laughed, as I said "Sorry, sort of didn't think about it."

She kissed my chin, as her hips started to hump my meat, saying "Yeah well, I sort of forgot. Jane suggested me buying them, as I really don't know when my fertile time is."

"Thank you Jane." I laughed, as I started pumping her hot, tight pussy. Another great thing about condoms, they make me last longer, as they cut off the sensation of my cock sliding in and out of her wonderful cunt. She was getting worked up again, and after ten minutes, her body went stiff, as I filled that condom to what felt like overflowing, my cock spasming like it hadn't done in a very long time.

After a few minutes to catch our breath, we retired to the bed, carrying more fresh condoms with us, of course. I peeled the spent one off, and tossed it in the waste basket, as we cuddled up together, petting and kissing lovingly. I knew it would take awhile to recover after that one, and I told her so. But that didn't mean she couldn't have any fun. She wondered what I meant, until I sat up and rolled over on top of her, my face buried in her freshly fucked twat, and my limp pecker aimed at her pretty lips. She giggled as I started eating her out once more, as she swallowed my manhood, learning quickly how to give good head.

I soon had her cumming again, and was happy to see my cock had regained it's firmness. Getting off, I grabbed a condom, and entered her in the good old missionary position, and started pumping away, as I brought my knees up along side of her hips, and was pushing my self up with my hands. Her small tits were shaking, and she was grunting to my thrusts, as her cunt felt like it was even tighter than before. Her next orgasm must have been good, as she was screaming loudly that she was cumming, forcing me to plant my mouth on hers, as I really didn't want security paying a visit. As she settled down, I pulled out and rolled her over, saying "Let's try some other positions, shall we?"

She just giggled, and waved her upturned as in the air, inviting me in. I grabbed her tiny waist, my thumbs across her back, as my fingers were across her belly, as my meat found it's way home, and I stated fucking her once more. She arched her neck, and I felt like I was in a rodeo, as she was pushing hard back against me. Twenty minutes later, we were both covered with sweat, and she had two orgasms, but I still wasn't through.

I pulled out, her face collapsed into the pillow, and I rolled onto my back. She pushed herself up, and swung her leg over my body, straddled my throbbing condom covered meat, and sank down on it. The next thirty minutes, I didn't move, as I just let her ride me to her own pace. She would speed up, almost to the point of orgasm, then slow down. I would reach up and grab a tit, flicking her swollen nipples with my thumb, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She would lower herself for me to suck on those gorgeous nip's as well. Something I thought was rather tasty. Finally, I grabbed her hips, and started thrusting deep into her womb, pushing my cock in through her cervix. She screamed out, as she orgasmed hard, her tight cunt felt like it was ripping my cock off, as I grunted and finally blasted my load.

Lucy collapsed on top of me, my firm cock wedged inside of her willing cunt. I kissed the top of her head, and held her tight, both of us falling asleep. At about five in the morning, we woke, her still on top of me, my shriveled cock between us. She smiled, and worked her way down, inhaling my manhood, sucking some life back into it. She succeeded, and after rolling a condom on my cock, we fucked hard for another hour, sending her from one orgasm to another, before I finally blew my wad.

We drifted off to sleep, in each others arms, only for me to wake about two hours later, with her sucking on my hard knob. I wasn't too sure how much of this I could take, as I smiled at her pretty eyes, and pulled her on top of me, impaling her tight hot cunt on my shaft once again. She rode me hard, her small tits bouncing up and down as beads of sweat formed on her body. The sheets were wet and sticky from our sexualcapades, as finally we both had one last tremendous mutual cum, me filling up another condom.

As we rested, enjoying the afterglow of our mutual orgasm, she sighed, and without thinking, said "Wow, Aunt Sharon was right, this is good." Her eyes flew open, and she said "Oh shit."

I looked at her, and laughed, now knowing that I was set up. She laughed with me, before we got into another sixty-nine, this time with her on top. We fucked for another two hours, before having to have a break for clean-up and breakfast, which was rather interesting in it's own right. She told Sharon she slipped up, and every one got a kick out of it. We spent the next eight days sitting by the pool by day, getting the rest we would need to fuck like rabbits at night.

Lucy moved in with me once we returned to the northeast, and now she shares my trailer with me when we visit our favorite nudist camp. And of course we're looking forward to another trip to Florida.

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