Preface
This story stems from a dream that the author had night after night. It is pure fantasy. The author decided to turn the dream into a short story to "put the dream to bed" - pun intended.
Awakening
I hear the faint sounds of the surf as I gradually wake up. Bright light streaming into my room makes me keep my eyes shut as I try in vain to fall back asleep. No go- my bladder demands relief. I roll onto my side trying to find a position that lessens the pressure- to no avail. I must get up, but where am I?
I open my eyes and see that the room is strange. How did I wind up here? The room is spacious and airy and bright. A glass wall faces what appears to my squinting eyes to be the ocean. The bed is HUGE, much larger than a king. The decor is modern and mostly white, adding to the brightness. I try to think- how did I come here? I have no recollection of last night, or yesterday, for that matter.
But I have a more immediate need- the need to piss! I roll to the edge of the bed and swing my feet to the floor. That's odd, I've been sleeping naked. How did that happen? I don't remember going to bed last night. I don't remember last night at all.
I stand up and head for a doorway that looks like it might lead to the bathroom, it does- good. My dick is standing at attention due to the pressure of my full bladder, so I'll have to relax a bit to get it "at ease" before I can relieve myself. It takes thirty or so impatient seconds, and then relief feels so good. I flush toilet and rinse my hands, then head off to find out just where I am.
Before I can step out of the bathroom, I hear a woman's voice calling, "Sir, are you up? Breakfast is almost ready." Suddenly I remember that I smelled food when I woke up- odd. OK, I'm naked and I don't see any clothes in the bathroom, so what to do? I grab a bath towel, wrap it around my mid-section and step into the bedroom.
I'm stunned, there stands a woman- totally naked and eyeing me head to toe. She's a buxom beauty- blonde hair, pretty face, full figure, curvy with large breasts and not a trace of a tan-line nor any pubic hair! Whoa! I inhale sharply in response to the eyeful standing before me and muster the strength to bashfully say, "Good morning."
She introduces herself as "Mary" and asks my name. I tell her I'm Steve. She says, "Mr. Steve, we're so glad you're here. Won't you come and have breakfast with us?" "First, I'm a little confused about where I am and how I got here," I say. She responds, "We just call it 'The Place' and you must've arrived last night. We can't wait to get to know you."
She's HOT and my body (actually- my dick) responds involuntarily, tenting the towel. She notices instantly and, licking her lips, suggests that I get rid of the towel, "We never wear clothes here," she explains in a nonchalant manner.
My goodness, she's totally nude and totally casual about being nude and wants, even insists, on my being nude. I drop the towel and haltingly ask where we're having breakfast.
Breakfast
"Just follow me, Mr. Steve, and I'll take you to the kitchen. We'll eat with the others at the breakfast bar." "Others?" I say inquiringly. "Please follow me, Sir, and I'll introduce you," Mary replies.
We walk through a wide hallway and into a large living room. Its decor is like the bedroom. It, too, has floor-to-ceiling window panels facing the ocean. The view is magnificent, but then, so is the view of Mary's perfect ass swaying in front of me as she leads the way.
As we approach the far side of the living room I can hear female voices chattering. I stop and, sensing my hesitation, Mary stops and turns. "Shouldn't I put something on?" I ask.
"Sir, we don't have any clothes here and we'd have no use for them anyway." Mary responds, "We never wear anything except sandals, and then only when we're going outside. And, of course, we wear panties during our monthly period, but they wouldn't fit you. Please come and meet the others. Don't worry, they're naked too, and they won't mind that you're naked, and they won't even mind your erection." I blush multiple shades of red but I follow her into the kitchen.
What a magnificent sight- three more naked women- all of them different and all of them very HOT! I simultaneously blush even more and get harder yet as their conversation stops abruptly and they turn as one and eye me admiringly.
There's a short "thick" brunette with long hair falling down her back. She has tiny, puffy-nippled tits and is busily serving eggs onto five plates.
Next to the brunette sits a very slender black girl with small breasts and muscular abs and thighs. Her hair is long and styled in fine braids pulled back into a pony tail.
Last, but not least, is a tall willowy, ginger-haired beauty with alabaster skin that has been sprinkled with freckles on her face and shoulders, as well as on her ample tits. Her hair is long and wavy and she's the only one with even a patch of pubic hair- hers is reddish and trimmed to a heart shape. She's also the only one wearing any jewelry- a silver "barbell" in each pierced nipple. When she turns momentarily back to the bar, I notice a "Venus dimple" above each perfectly formed ass cheek. I feel as if I might faint!
"Good morning, Sir," they say nearly in unison. Mary immediately takes charge, "Please have a seat anywhere, Sir. We should eat before our breakfast gets cold, then I'll make the introductions and show you around. Ladies, Sir's name is Mr. Steve." "Hi Mr. Steve," they all say in turn around the bar.
I'm starving and the food is delicious. Scrambled eggs with cheese, hash brown potatoes, bacon, toast, pulpy orange juice and hot black coffee. I finish a generous serving and, relieved that my hard-on has taken a break.
As I reach for seconds, Miss "ginger hair" says, "Sir, you must have quite an appetite." and while I nod in agreement, I get the impression she's not referring to food. My cock begins to respond again, oh no, this is embarrassing.
Having finished our meal, Mary makes the introductions. Diana is the brunette's name. She walks around the bar to me and gives me a "welcome" kiss on the cheek. Will I ever stop flushing?
Next is the exotic black girl. Her name is Aria and she has an accent that sounds Middle Eastern to me. Like Diana, she moves to me, lays a hand on my shoulder and kisses my temple, whispering "Happy to have you here with us," more blushing.
Erin is the redhead and, already sitting next to me she just leans over, puts her arm around me and I feel her nipple brush against my arm. My cock twitches in response while she plants a kiss right on my lips.
Mary wants to show me
The Place
