I work for a small accounting firm, and last month I was assigned to the Sunshine account. The Sunshine company operates a nudist camp about fifty miles from our office. As I drove over for their annual audit, I wondered what I would encounter. I had never been to a nudist camp, and my mind was spinning.
The entrance was well landscaped, and a sign at the entry sign read, "Adults Only." I parked and walked to the office door. It was open, so I entered to find a nice reception area and front desk, a coffee and soft drink bar, accommodations and rental information, and everyone other than me was buck naked. The owner, Mr. Buckley, was expecting me in his office.
"Hello," I said, "I'm here for the audit."
Mr. Buckley smiled and stood up, showing off a burly body with a round tummy and I couldn't help notice a relaxed floppy penis and testicles. He welcomed me and showed me to a work space that was stacked with last year's records of income and expenses.
"Hope you won't have any trouble," he said, as he shook my hand.
Past years' audits had been simple. Not much tricky in their accounts, so I replied, "I doubt it will take me very long, thanks."
"How about coffee?"
"Sure," I replied.
He called out for someone to bring me coffee, and in a jiffy his wife walked in, an older woman who was still in decent shape, holding my coffee just under her bare breasts. I tried not to stare at her the tippy-top of her bare pussy slit.
"Thank you," I said as I sipped the coffee. This, I thought, was going to be a very nice assignment.
Mr. Buckley came and went while I opened the books and unpacked my laptop. Then he said, "Oh, how about a tour of the facilities?"
Actually, it was a good idea for me to see the condition of the structures and get a sense of maintenance needs. "Okay," I said.
He didn't stop to ask me to undress, and I strode into the main plaza area in my casual business attire next to his girthy body with his small pecker pointing the way. He led me to the pool, poolside snack bar, restroom facilities, and then into an area with small cottages and lots for parking campers and RVs. As I assessed the enterprise, I was constantly distracted by nude sunbathers, naked swimmers, and bare campers who smiled at me and gave a friendly greeting.
Everything was on display, from older sagging bodies that weren't much to look at to middle age and younger residents and campers. It quickly became clear that bare pussies were the trend. Even grandmas seemed happy with their clean slits on display. As for the males, frankly, seen one, seen 'em all, was kinda true. All but one or two were telescoped in and puny with little puffy ball sacks underneath. Of course, one never knows about their erect size, but to the casual observer there wasn't much difference. After a while, you get used to it all.
I hit the jackpot with this job. Who says accounting is boring?
I spent my lunch hour at the poolside enjoying the scene of sunbathing women who weren't always careful to keep their legs together. A women near me asked if I would help her apply sun lotion. I rubbed it on her back and shoulders while peering down for a close look at her nipples.
In the afternoon, a tall and handsome younger man entered the office. The staff were happy to see him and stopped what they were doing to greet him.
"Hi Freddy," the women said. And Mr. Buckley came out to speak with him. Then Freddy went into a changing area to get ready for an afternoon visit.
Mr. Buckley told me, "Freddy Sizemore comes here from time to time. We let him and let him use the facilities for free because he stimulates our business."
Just when I was about to ask how, Freddy came out from the locker room. Standing there was a model physique with a world class schlong. Even limp, his was three or four orders of magnitude grander than all the other limp dicks I had seen. I could only imagine what this thing looked like when it got hard.
The office ladies gathered around making small talk with Freddy. And then I noticed a curious thing. As she chatted with Freddy, Mrs. Buckley was casually touching his cock. Her hand moved it from side to side and slid up and down while her husband looked on with a smile.
Mr. Buckley said, "Is it okay to announce you now?"
Freddy nodded, "Sure, I'll go on over to the hot tub."
"Oh," Mr. Buckley said, "This is our accountant here for an audit. Do you mind taking him with you? I'm sure he'd like to know about this activity for our guests."
Freddy stuck out his hand, "Glad to meet you," as Mrs. Buckley let go of his cock.
As Freddy and I walked, I heard the loudspeaker, "Ladies, Freddy is back with us today and will be at the hot tub for the next hour."
Freddy then explained, "Mr. Buckley lets me come here as often as I can." Out of the corner of my eye I could see his dick fly back and forth as we walked. He continued, "Ladies who want to can get in the hot tub with me."
My mind was racing. "For an hour?" I asked. "But how?"