Encanto wasn't like any other nudist resort; it was a fully functioning, vibrant and independent small town, a sun-drenched haven of naked flesh and carnal pleasures of every imaginable variety. Tucked away in a secluded corner between Southern California's rolling hills and unspoiled coast, the town thrived on a seamless blend of natural beauty, body positivity, and uninhibited sexual freedom. It was a duality of indulgences, embracing all elements of nudism from the sublime to the debauched: naked families picnicking in the park or frolicking in the pool while, just a few feet away, lovers moaned in wild abandon on a shaded lawn, or masturbated openly on a street corner. Tourists mingled with full-time residents on the volleyball courts and in the cafes, while both enjoyed the massage parlours, brothels and the live sex shows. Encanto wasn't simply clothes-optional, it was clothes-free; nudity was the golden rule, and no consensual sex act or public display was forbidden. In this hedonistic nirvana, naturists thrived alongside exhibitionists, skin glistened under the golden sun, prostitution and public sex were legal, and bodies moved freely, indulging in every imaginable fantasy.
For Jason Trust, the resort's security chief, Encanto was more than home and a job. It was paradise.
Jason leaned back in his chair in The Courtyard bar, the open air bar cafe in the centre of town. The padded wicker lounge chair was cool against his bare, bronzed, toned skin as he sipped a tall, sweating glass of iced tea and surveyed the area. He was, like all residents of Encanto, perpetually naked. Jason was thirty two years old and a hair under six feet tall, with a boyishly handsome face and piercing blue eyes, tousled brown hair which always had that effortless, just out of bed look, and a faint layer of stubble across his jaw. That was where his body hair ended, his torso and pubic area lasered completely smooth several years before, leaving his taut, slender but muscular frame completely smooth. His impressive cock, something of a legend in Encanto, was already at full mast, throbbing in the warm early afternoon air as he stroked it lazily with one hand, occasionally pausing to gently caress his smooth, heavy balls. Precum dripped steadily in clear slick beads from the slit of his flushed, swollen purple head, pooling on his tightly muscled abdomen.
It was only just past noon, but Jason had orgasmed twice already that morning; once in the shower, and another while flicking through the surveillance camera feeds in his office. He was slowly working towards his third; not a challenging task, as Jason had been born with a rare genetic condition where his body didn't produce oxytocin, meaning he had no refractory period between orgasms. His only limit was his physical stamina, and Jason had that in spades.
The slow, rhythmic slide of his hand along his thick veiny shaft was almost hypnotic, matching the steady slap-slap-slap of flesh on flesh coming from the nearby booth.
The sounds of sex were impossible to ignore. Jason's piercing blue eyes were locked on the neighbouring booth, as the young brunette woman on her hands and knees screamed, "Fuck me! Harder!" Her voice was hoarse and thick with lust, her luscious, heavy tits swinging wildly with each thrust from the muscular blonde man behind her, sweat trickling down them and dripping onto the table. The blonde guy at her behind was lean and muscular, with a chiselled body honed by the gym and, Jason suspected, steroids; and his hands gripped her ass tightly, spreading her cheeks wide to reveal the slick, glistening stretch of her pussy and her pink quivering asshole as he pounded his cock into her harder at her command.
A petite redhead squatted beside the couple, licking her lips and moaning as she fingered herself furiously, three fingers squelching into her dripping cunt. Her other hand gripped the shaft of an older man's cock, stroking him as he groaned and bucked into her grip. Jason doubted the couple knew the redhead or the older man, or even that the redhead and the older man knew each other; but this was Encanto, after all, and people flocked here for a reason. All around the bar, naked customers glanced or stared at the scene; some, like Jason, masturbating openly; others simply enjoying the view over drinks and conversation.
Jason smirked, his hand pausing momentarily on his own cock. He considered stepping over and joining in, maybe sliding his cock into the petite redhead's mouth, or cutting into the couple like he was at a grand ball, to stretch the busty brunette's pussy out. The thought made his manhood even harder. He tipped his glass back, the icy liquid sliding down his throat as he let the heat of the scene wash over him.
"Need filled up, Chief?"
The voice was teasing and sultry, and Jason turned to see Carys, one of the twins, standing beside him. Identical and impossible to ignore, the blonde bombshell waitresses were The Courtyard Bar's crown jewels. Former pornstars who called Encanto home, the twenty-something twins Carys and Clarissa worked the Courtyard Bar by day, and the Pink Room sex club by night. Their gravity-defying tits swayed with every step, their nipples stiff and inviting as they both moved closer to Jason, their perfectly matching hairless pussies and smooth, round asses attracting the eyes of everyone nearby.
"Sure, Carys," Jason said, his voice low and rough. "How about you?"
Carys leaned in, her tits brushing his shoulder as she refilled his tea. Her other hand ghosted over his thigh, her nails trailing dangerously close to his cock as she giggled.
"You always know which of us is which, Chief, how in the hell d'ya do that?"
"Years of detective training," Jason said, his lips twitching into a smirk, as he lowered his voice in a faux-conspiratorial tone. "And you have that tiny faint birthmark just under your left butt cheek on your inner thigh. Clarissa's is under her right."
Her sister appeared on his other side, pressing her tits against his other arm as she caressed his chest. "Spend a lot of time staring at our asses, Chief?"
"As much as possible," Jason grinned back, his hand slowly stroking his thick, long erect cock once more. Both twins' eyes dropped to his cock. "Course, as Chief of Security, it'd only be proper that I investigate them more thoroughly, up close. At the same time."
Carys and Clarissa exchanged a knowing look as Clarissa's fingertips reached for Jason's throbbing, slick cock.
"Of course, Chief," they said almost as one. "Any time." Before Jason could respond, a deeper voice interrupted.
"Girls, come off it, we got a full house this afternoon. Work first, play later."
Jason looked up to see Miguel, the manager of The Courtyard bar, a bronzed, chiseled Adonis whose tan, veiny cock hung thick and heavy between his legs. "'sides, you can't be keeping the chief away from his duties."
The twins both sighed. Clarissa kissed Jason's neck quickly and winked as the sisters sauntered back to their duty, their perfect asses swaying in the sunlight as Jason watched them go, before returning his gaze to Miguel.
"Looking good today, Chief," Miguel said, his voice husky and dripping with suggestion.
"Appreciate it," Jason said, spreading his legs wider to give Miguel a better view of his impressive erection. His cock twitched, the precum glistening in the sunlight as Miguel's gaze lingered, his own cock stiffening at the sight of Jason. "Not so bad yourself, big guy."
