Luciana 04: Resort Day Pacage

Author's note:

Everyone in this story is more than 18 years old.

This is the fourth Luciana story. Like most of my main characters, Luciana is borderline cuckoo which is how adventures are born. Each story can be read on its own.

There is no sex in this story.

I don't think the stories I write deserve the time an effort an editor would expend, so I just depend on my own proofreading. Please let me know about any errors that prevent you from enjoying the tale.

* * *

"Welcome to LuxeWorld!" The silver-haired man at the front desk said with a smile. "I'm Charles. I hope you all have a great day."

"Thanks, Charles," said Drake, who was dealing with the formalities. The rest of us were sitting on the couches or looking around the lobby of the deluxe resort. "We're looking forward to it."

"Now, here's your welcome letter and vouchers for the Day Package you've taken," Charles said, handing over a stuffed envelope. "You people are welcome all over the outdoor areas of the resort. The indoor areas are for residential guests only, I'm afraid." He paused, looking our group over. "I'm not going to card you, but you're all over 18, right?"

"Yes, of course," said Winona, who had wandered up to join Drake. "How long can we stay?"

"Your package ends at 5 pm," said Charles, smiling at the pretty brunette. I leaned back on the couch, enjoying the smooth upholstery while listening to the exchange. "You have some amenity vouchers, so plan your time."

"Our flight's at half past six," said Amee, looking at me. "We'll have to leave before five, anyway."

We rose and joined Winona and Drake as they left the front desk. Lance, the fifth member of our team, was at the door, looking at the resort property. He held the door for us as we all passed through.

Our team was in Knoxville for a series of client visits. The client we were to meet today had opted to meet us over dinner the previous night, leaving us at a loose end today. Our flight was booked for the evening, and we'd briefly considered driving back instead of waiting all day. The two days here had been busy and tiring, and we'd decided against the 400-mile drive.

"Man, our company shoulda put us up here," exclaimed Amee, looking around at the expansive gardens and deluxe outdoor furniture. "Then I wouldn't mind the sales visits."

"Ha, ha," I said, remembering the much more modest hotel our company's travel agent had put us in. "They got us to check out of even that cheapo place in the morning since we weren't staying the night. Not much hope of a luxury resort."

"Yeah, just wishing," said Lance. "But this day package was a surprisingly good deal. I guess they're not crowded on Wednesday."

"Open the packet, Drake," suggested Winona as we walked through the gardens. "Let's see what's included."

"Good idea," said Drake, pulling out a sheaf of papers. "Let's see. Free self-parking -- we've done that. Free Wifi, cool. Use of pools and showers, towel service, sun loungers on a first come first served basis. Pickleball and ping pong."

"That's all?" said Lance. "We have several hours here."

"No, here's a pamphlet from the restaurant. Each of us gets one non-alcoholic drink and one main at the outdoor casual dining cafe."

"And these are special offers for groups of four," said Amee, who had plucked a sheet from Drake's hand. "One private locker. One complimentary use of washer and dryer. Oh, this is good -- 15 minute massage class by a professional masseuse."

"Well, let's start at the pool," said Lance. "Will be too hot in the afternoon."

"Yeah," affirmed Amee. "Or we can change in the locker room and put away our clothes and purses safely."

* * *

The men were already waiting as Amme, Winona, and I emerged from the changing rooms. Lance gave a low whistle. "All the men at the pool are going to hate Drake and me."

"He, he, he!" Amee giggled. She certainly filled her bikini well, being voluptuous with a well-rounded bottom. Winona and I were both slender and didn't really have eye-catching busts. Winona's boyfriend, Brett, seemed perfectly happy with her, so perhaps size didn't matter for girls as well.

"My trunks have a zipped pocket," said Lance, putting the locker key inside. "Safe for the key."

I was conscious of Lance and Drake eyeing all three of us as we walked to the pool area in our bikinis. Not that it was the first time -- we'd all gone on a vacation to Florida a few weeks ago and had spent a lot of time in our swimwear. I felt warmth rising on my face and neck as I remembered the evening I had spent nude at the nudist club near our resort (

told in

Luciana, the Entry Ticket

).

Winona also seemed to be thinking along similar lines. "Our Luciana seems overdressed, doesn't she? I mean, at the Naples resort..."

"Stop!" I protested. I didn't want the guys to start remembering that evening. "That was months ago, and I did it to get us inside the club."

"Yeah, I'll always remember," said Amee, pulling me to her. "We got to see Damiel live because you got us into the nudist club. But, Luciana, wow! You were so hot!"

"Shh!" I said, looking at Lance and Drake walking ahead of us. "Don't set them off."

"What's to set off?" said Lance, over his shoulder. "We agree with Winona that you're overdressed."

"Oh, no!" I muttered. "They heard."

Well, don't fret, guys," said Amee. "Maybe we can remedy that. Hey, there aren't any sun loungers free."

"Yeah, happens at all resorts." I looked around and pointed to a table with chairs around it. We walked towards it. "My brother works at resorts in the summer. People staying at the resort rush down early and leave towels on the loungers. Or tip some hotel staff to do it for them."

"It's okay for you," grumbled Winona, inspecting her pale arms. "You're born with a tan. I needed to get some rays."

I smiled. I had light brown skin and didn't need the sun for tanning. "I need vitamin D, too, Winny. But it can't be helped, I suppose. All these retired people seem settled for the day."

"Yeah, a lot of senior people," said Lance, looking around. "Well, it's the middle of the week."

Lance arrived with an armful of towels and we plunged into the pool for a swim. Though the poolside area was crowded, we five were the only ones actually in the water for the hour or so that we swam and used the floats.

"Back to the lockers?" I suggested as we toweled off, and everyone agreed.

"That swim made me hungry," announced Lance. "Let's get changed and then hit the cafe."

* * *

"Didn't you say we could use the washer and dryer as a group?" Amee asked, and Winona nodded. "So let's not pack these wet things. We can put them in the machine while we eat."

We found the laundry room, off to one side of the pickleball court, and went in. It was dark, and Drake looked around to find the switches.

"Must have been more machines, once," said Lance, looking around at the large room. "Now there's just one washer and dryer."

"Obviously, the type of people staying here don't do their own laundry on vacation," said Winona, opening the box of detergent pods. "Come on, put your things in."

"Luciana," said Amee, looking at me after all our swimwear had gone in. "Your clothes need washing too."

"Huh?" I asked. "What's wrong with them?" I couldn't see any stains. Confused, I looked at Amee.

"Just take your shirt off," she said, patiently. "And put it in."

"I can't walk around in my bra!" I protested.

"You won't be," said Amee, reassuringly.

"Yeah," said Winona, catching on. "That goes in the wash, too. And your skirt, and anything else you're wearing."

"Yeah!" whooped Lance. "Let's get our money's worth from the washer."

"Are you crazy?" I gasped. In spite of myself, I realized I was unbuttoning my sleeve buttons. "Why would... What?"

"It's been too long since we had you nude," said Amee. "We're missing it."

"It's not supposed to be a regular thing," I said, as they all looked at me, willing me to undress. "Or a frequent occurrence."

"No, of course not," Drake spoke soothingly. "But just once in a while, on such special occasions. It's fun for everyone."

"I don't know, guys," I said weakly, my hand on my shirt's first button. "It's a public place and not even a nudist resort."

"Yeah, but it's kids-free." Lance waved his hand towards the front desk. "You remember, Charles asked us if we were all over 18. No kids here at all."

"What's that got to do with it?" I realized I had undone three of my buttons even as I argued. "I can't walk around without clothes at a resort."

"Sure you can," said Winona, encouragingly, taking my shirt from me and putting it into the machine. "I don't think anyone will mind."

"Besides," said Amee, unhooking my bra from behind me, "everyone is having a nap at the pool. There probably won't be anyone at the cafe."

I wasn't a busty girl, and never expected to impress anyone with my bust. As Amee pulled my bra off me, Lance and Drake went still and quiet, looking intently at my exposed mid-sized breasts and dark brown nipples. I felt my nipples tingle at their unwavering, silent stare.

"Wow!" said Lance at last, and both seemed to remember to breathe together. "You're awesome, Luciana!"

"Yes!" Drake breathed, his eyes still fixed on my breasts. Behind me, I heard Amee and Winona giggling softly at the guys' reaction.

"I guess we have enough of a load now," said Winona, pretending to look into the washer. "We can run it now."

"No, no," pleaded Lance, almost folding his hands together. "Get the rest, too."

"Yeah, let's have everything clean." Drake appealed to the two girls who were slowly stripping me in the laundry room. I realized that if I didn't stop this, my clothes would be gone for an hour or more.

"Yes, you're right," I said to Winona, trying to speak firmly. "You can start the wash cycle now."

"We were just teasing the boys, Luciana," said Amee, putting her arm around my waist and kissing my neck. "We need your skirt and undies. No use doing things halfway."

"But." I stopped not knowing what to say to these four people smiling at me, encouraging me to get nude. "How long will the wash take?"

"It says 75 minutes," said Winona. "We have to go for lunch anyway, so it doesn't matter. We'll be back before it finishes."

Reluctantly, I unbuttoned my skirt and let Amee slide it down my slim hips and legs. As Lance and Drake gasped, I realized that she had taken my panties with the skirt, leaving me completely nude. The two men ran their gaze from my trimmed pubic hair to my exposed pussy lips and their expressions morphed into huge grins.

Even as I turned to talk to Amee, I heard the machine beep. "Well, it's started," I said, shrugging. "So what now?"

"Now, our brave friend," said Lance, smiling, "we proceed for lunch."

"One non-alcoholic drink and one main each," said Winona, quoting the pamphlet. "D'you suppose they'll object to Luciana?"

"I shouldn't think so," said Amee, airily, passing through the door Lance was holding." It's an all-adult resort and..." Her voice faded as she walked away from the laundry room. Drake and Winona followed her, leaving me with Lance, still patiently holding the door.

Should I go out? These four friends of mine had seen me nude before and had been gentle towards me. That was what had led me to shed my clothes at their urging.

But now it was no longer restricted to my four friends. They wanted me to go out into the resort, to the cafe with other people and staff, and have lunch there. It was so different from the other occasions.

The company success party was in a closed hall. I'd been naked for hours, but everyone knew I was forced to strip because of a lost wager. At the Florida resort, I'd been naked for longer, but it was a nudist resort and no one had paid much attention. At first, anyway.

"Let's go, Luciana," said Lance, softly. I looked at him, smiling as he ran his eyes up and down my nude body, his gaze lingering on my breasts and crotch. "The others must be waiting for us."

"But, Lance." I stopped. This wasn't a nudist beach far from my home, where I could walk around without clothes. We were at a regular resort, in a town where we had come for work. We had clients here whom we had been meeting for the past three days.

"I'm hungry, Luciana," said Lance, still in the soft voice so unlike him. "You must be, too."

Giving him a cross look, I took a deep breath and walked past him out of the safe confines of the laundry. The bright light outside made me blink. Nervously, I tried to open my eyes, wanting to see how many people were around, looking at my nudity.

"Cafe is over that way," said Lance, coming up beside me and pointing. "You see? Not many people are around now. You'll have a clear run."

I nodded. I had learned a hard lesson in Florida. The sun makes sand and paths hot. Even when naked, keep your shoes on. Unfortunately, I had brought only two pairs of shoes, both with two-inch heels, to look impressive and help my confidence when meeting clients. Those heels were totally unsuited to the crazy paving of the resort pathways.

"Careful," said Lance, his arm going around my bare waist as I stumbled and almost fell. He held me for a moment, waiting until I had my balance again. "Let's go slow. The path is pretty uneven. Can't have our manager getting hurt."

I'd joined the company five years ago, working in Tanner's team. We'd had outstanding numbers for three of those years, and Tanner had given me glowing recommendations in the annual reports. Last year, the company had stunned me by promoting me to manager. I now managed this small team of four people.

That's a kind thought, Lance," I said grinning at him. I knew he was getting a kick out of calling me his manager while I was stark naked. I reached out and gripped his elbow for support. "But I don't want to keep the others waiting."

I paused again on reaching the cafe. The ornate doorway led into

alfresco

seating and I saw the host, standing at the door, shake his head in disbelief as I stood before him, trying to gauge the crowd inside.

"We have tables free," he said, helpfully, recovering from his surprise. Turning to Lance, he asked, "A table for two, Sir?"

"Er, no," Lance replied. "Our friends are already inside, I think. They'll have taken a table."

And they had. I glared at them as I saw Amee, Drake, and Winona sitting at a large square table at the center of the cafe. There were already five glasses on the table, and a server was setting places for us as we approached.

"You couldn't have found anything less prominent?" I hissed at Amee as I sat on the chair our server held for me. The cafe was only half full, but the twenty or so people were all staring at me as I sat down, trying to hide as much of my body as possible under the table.

"No, this was the only available large table," said Winona, suppressing a grin. "The other tables are all small ones. We'd have been crowded."

"But we can ask them to change," said Drake, leaning toward me. His eyes flicked between my nipples as he smiled. "There are some free tables at the side."

"No, it's all right," I mumbled. I didn't want to stand up and draw attention to myself again. "Have you all ordered?"

"We got the drinks -- there isn't a choice in the package." Winona offered the menu. "The server recommends the chicken croquettes and the hand-carved turkey club. Have a look at the other choices."

"Smoked bologna for me," announced Lance, putting down his menu. "What about you, Luciana?"

"I'll go with the turkey club," I said, as our server approached. She looked to be barely out of her teens and was finding it hard to control her giggles as she looked at me. I gave her a warm smile as she stopped behind Drake and looked at me.

"Hi, I'm Jenny," she said. "I'll be serving you today. Have you decided yet?"

"We can order some starters or sides, can't we?" I asked, leaning over to look at the menu Winona was holding. "We'll just have to pay, right?"

Jenny left us after five minutes, having written down our order. I looked around, trying to be discreet, to see how many people were staring at me.

Everyone was. There were about twenty people at tables, in groups of two and four, and all of them had their eyes on our table. The host had also left his post and was standing inside the entrance, looking at my bare breasts. I resisted the urge to pull the tablecloth off the table and wrap it around myself.

"Are you all right, Luciana?" Amee spoke in a low voice while the others were poring over the dessert choices on the one menu Jenny had left. "I can go out to the car and get you something from your bag, or mine."

I reached out and squeezed her hand. "That's kind of you, Amee. But our car is parked miles away." I looked around. "Everyone here has already had a good look at me, and no new people seem to be coming now. I'm good, I think."

Amee nodded and then grinned. "Shall I change seats with Lance and sit next to you?"

I shuddered, remembering the dinner in Florida with her sitting next to me. "I'm good with Lance next to me." I grinned. "He keeps his fingers to himself, not like some people I know."

She giggled. "That was a fun evening, Luciana. Brett was sitting next to you, and didn't guess."

Jenny arrived again and placed platters and plates before each of us. The smells were mouth-watering and for a while, I forgot I was nude. Our basic hotel had given us only muffins and coffee for breakfast, so we were all ravenous. There wasn't much talk as we got outside our orders, which suited me as it drew less attention from our neighbors.

"That was really good," announced Drake, as he pushed his chair back a few inches. "Shall we have some desserts?"

"Uh, can we come back for that later?" I asked diffidently. "The washing machine must be done by now."

"Sure, Luciana," said Winona, patting my hand across the table. "We'll get you your clothes, and then see what to do next. Jenny, the check please."

The other diners had become used to me by now and had gone back to their meals and conversations. I knew that would change as soon as I stood up. All eyes would be on my nude body as I walked to the doorway. It was odd that none of the people had finished their meals and left while we were eating.

"People make a relaxed meal of it, I guess," said Lance thoughtfully, when I mentioned it. "Start with some wine, then a soup, then starters, the entree, and a dessert. We finished quickly because we had a drink and then the mains."

"Maybe that's it." I looked around, thinking how nice it would have been if everyone had finished and left while I was half-hidden by the table. Jenny appeared with the check and Winona paid for all of us.

"Walk between us," said Amee, smiling at me. She'd guessed I was nervous about exposing myself to the whole restaurant again. "We won't run and risk a fall, but we'll move briskly, okay?"

My hopes of a quiet exit were not to be. As I stood up, people clapped and whistled, calling out to me. Not wanting to be rude, I had to stop and wave to them.

"Great show, Miss," one old man with white whiskers said to me as I passed their table, and his wife held out her hand to shake mine. "Are you staying here?"

"No, we're here just for the day," I said, hoping the old lady would release my hand soon. "Flying back home tonight."

"So how much have you won by this bet, dearie?" asked another woman at the next table. Her husband was frozen with a spoonful of ice cream halfway to his mouth as he concentrated on my breasts.

"No, no," it wasn't a bet," Amee answered for me. "Her clothes are in the washer, and we have only limited time for all the inclusions of our package, so..."