My name is Gus and I live in a nudist resort, Broke Oak Nudist Resort, in Texas. I bought a mobile home that is here year-round and I love it. When I first moved to Broke Oak, I started getting into some routines and habits that included a hearty ham and eggs breakfast every day; and I put on ten pound in about fifteen minutes. Well, one day I stumbled on a group of men that gather during the breakfast time and stand around drinking coffee and bull-shitting, I call them the 'Posse.' I started a new routine and began alternating between cafe days and posse days, and sure enough the weight went right back down. So here I am, early sixties, still have some of my own hair, six feet tall, about 220 pounds, recently a widower and although I really miss my wife, life could be much worse. I have several other episodes of my experiences at Broke Oak and I encourage you to read them, but you don't have to, I'll just go on with this now.
It was a 'Posse' day and while we were BS-ing up a storm, Gigi and Flip came by. Like gentlemen do, we changed our talk to sound as though we were changing it to be more acceptable for the female presence. It was acceptable all along, but this made it seem that we had made some extra effort to be respectable. It's a guy thing. So Gigi and Flip paused in their journey toward the Cafe so that they could be sociable and they dipped into and out of the BS long enough to be friendly and headed off again. As they departed, Flip turned back and said "Gus, why don't you drop by our place about ten this morning and we'll buy you a cup of coffee?"
"Right as rain," I responded, wondering why the camp twins wanted to visit with me.
Let me clear something up. They are not really twins, not even sisters, not even related. But the two ladies live together. Gigi is fifty-four, Flip is forty-three, and as I said, they are not related. They are different in many ways, I'll describe them physically a bit later, but the one and only thing that does make them truly similar is that they have the same clear, gorgeous skin. The guys say this is why they are called the 'Skin Sisters,' including to their face. But, the guys also call them this because ... well, gossip says maybe they share their skins in interesting ways.
When the Posse adjourned and went on about our collective mornings, I went back home. Living in a nudist resort, I had no clothes to pick out or change into, but I did shower, brush my teeth, and comb my hair. I was ready well before ten, but watched CNN for a bit and finally headed out at ten sharp; three minutes late is almost on time around here!
Flip saw me coming down the walk and opened the door. "Hi Gus, Gigi is in the back. Sit down and relax; it's nice to have you over. First time you've come over isn't it?"
After I thought just a bit I answered. "Yeah, I planned to come over for that game night meeting, but sinuses were driving me ape-shit and I'd have been bad company for sure."
Gigi came in just about that time "Damn coffee maker needs vinegar run through it, it gets slower every week. Looks like its ready now though; how do you take your coffee, Gus?"
"Black, nothin' special, thanks."
Flip jumped in, "we both take ours black too. I used to use cream and sugar back when I smoked, but no more - can't take the calories."
About fifteen seconds later, we all had our coffee and were seated in the front room. Gigi started the ball rolling "Gus, we have just had a lot of things pop up lately that we could use a partner for. The more we thought, we just knew you are the one. We both like you and want to get to know you better."
Flip jumped in "And if things turn out like we think, we'll all have one helluva time."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa ... uhhhh, I don't know what to say. Let's back up a bit and kind of share getting to know each other a bit more, along with these schemes I might fit into..."
Gigi got the reins again and slowed things down from a sprint to a gentle walk. "Well, we're all adults, naked adults, so sex figures into things, but some of it is three singles kinda ganging up on life to have more fun. And then another part is real practical, we need to borrow your body. But before, or maybe the same time as, we dive into all that it will be important to all get better acquainted."
"Geez," I said, "I didn't realize it was that easy ... my body, gangs, sex, and God knows what else. So, how about I ask a question, we visit it a bit, and then you describe one of your schemes, and then we repeat until done?" I stood and went to the coffee maker; "anyone want more? Look, you got me so flustered, I'm hosting in your house!!" We all got a chuckle out of that. And I poured my coffee and sat my butt back down on my towel to hear them out.
"I know this is delicate and I don't mean to be rude, but you gotta already know what folks say or think about you two. If you want to 'borrow my body' and 'sex figures into it' and stuff like that, can you tell me about your relationship so I know sorta what I'm getting involved with?"
"Sure." Flip responded. "We are two straight ladies that live together. We aren't lesbians, but we aren't nuns, either. We are both sexually active, but the pickings around here aren't so hot - no offense intended, Gus - but you are about the only single man in the resort and there are three other single women besides us. We both like men, lots, but let's say considering the lack of available men, we 'help' each other sexually. We certainly love each other like family, but we aren't sexually attracted, we are more like sexually available."