This story is the third in a series. I strongly recommend reading the prior stories in order because this story is a continuation of those. Any similarities to any real person are entirely coincidental. The e-mail address that appears near the end is, I hope, not real.
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Being Amanda's personal trainer was a dream come true. Of course, I got to spend a lot of time with the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and we were both naked most of that time. But, even fully clothed, Amanda was, and still is, a great person to be around. She was, and is, intelligent, kind, funny, and always interesting. For reasons I still don't get, she also seemed to enjoy being around me.
We frequently included nude running on the trail through the woods in our workouts. We never took any clothing with us so we would not have been able to cover up if we met someone. However, for the first couple of weeks, we never met anyone on the trail.
Amanda and I were on the trail late one morning, nude except for our shoes of course. We had just finished a sprint session of about 300 yards. We were both breathing hard as we jogged up a small slope. I really wasn't looking much beyond the ground right in front of me until I heard Amanda say "Oh shit!" Looking up I saw a woman jogging towards us about 50 yards away.
Amanda then said, "Double shit! That's Coach Hill!" Jan Hill was Amanda's tennis coach at school. "There's no place to hide and she's probably already seen us," Amanda gasped. "What do we do?"
"Act natural, I suppose," I replied profoundly. "Let's just keep jogging."
My intent was to just jog past Coach Hill as if nothing was at all unusual. That didn't work.
As we closed on the Coach, she said "Amanda? Harry Stone? What are you doing?"
Amanda and I stopped. Coach Hill had stopped too and was facing us. Coach Hill was a reasonably pretty woman and, although I did not realize it at the time, probably not too many years older than we were. Our school was her first coaching job out of college.
Amanda answered the Coach's question. "Running," she said. We stood there in front of Coach Hill while she gave each of us a very long look.
Finally, Coach Hill said, "I can see that you've been running. Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
"It feels better to run naked," Amanda answered.
"Aren't you worried about people seeing you?" Coach Hill asked.
"Not really," Amanda replied. "We've been running naked on this trail for most of two weeks and you're the first person who has seen us."
"You both seem pretty casual about it. Does it bother either of you that I'm seeing you naked?" Coach asked.
"Not at all," Amanda replied and looked at me.
I just said, "no."
Coach Hill gave a slight smile. "Ok. I'll let you get back to your run. Just be careful." With that, Coach Hill started jogging away from us.
We stood there watching until we thought that Coach Hill couldn't hear us. Then Amanda giggled. "That was fun," she said. "Coach gave you a long look. How'd that feel Harry?"
I thought about that for a second. The truth was that I had enjoyed an attractive woman looking at my naked body. "It was fun," I said.
Amanda put her arms around me and kissed me. Keeping her arms around me, Amanda broke the kiss and said, "That's for my exhibitionist boyfriend."
I kissed Amanda again. "That's for my exhibitionist girlfriend," I said.
Amanda laughed. "We're perfect for each other."
We started jogging again. When we got close to Amanda's house, we cut through Mrs. Plummer's yard, waving to Mrs. Plummer who was outside sunning, and went up to the Turner house. As we walked in the back door, we met Amanda's mother. Amanda told her that we had met Coach Hill on the trail.
"What did your Coach say?" Mrs. Turner asked.
"She wanted to know why we were naked. I told her that it felt better to run naked," Amanda said.
Mrs. Turner smiled. "I really don't think that Jan Hill will have any problem with the two of you going nude."
I wondered whether Mrs. Turner knew something about Coach Hill that I didn't.
"Oh," Mrs. Turner said, "Bill and I talked with Ryan and Linda. Since we're all going nude together now, we thought that we ought to take you to a resort before Gwen goes off the college and you two get busy with school and sports. We made a reservation for the weekend after next at a pretty nice place in Florida. We're all flying out to Tampa a week from Thursday. We'll be back that Sunday."
It was just like my parents, and Amanda's, to book something like that without asking us first. Still, I couldn't be too frustrated. I didn't have anything scheduled for that weekend and it would be great to go on a trip with my new girlfriend. Better still, we'd both be naked for much of the trip.
We flew out Thursday morning of the following week. Amanda and I sat together on the plane, holding hands most of the time. I still couldn't get over how, even in a tee shirt and jeans, Amanda was so incredibly beautiful.
We had a kind of a long drive after we reached the airport. I was starting to get bored when we turned onto a two lane road. We drove a short distance to an almost full parking lot outside of a solid fence. Beyond the fence, I could see the upper parts of several buildings that looked like a condo development. Sort of built into the fence, but accessible from the parking lot was a single story building with a sign over the door that said "Office."
As we crawled out of the rental car, my mother said, "Everyone get your bags." We had each checked a single bag containing a few clothes, toiletries, and tons of sunscreen. Amanda, Gwen, and I followed our parents into the office. I knew that we were at the nudist resort and I was a little surprised to see the pleasant-looking woman behind the counter wearing clothes. Once Mr. Turner and Dad made the arrangements, they led us to a door on the opposite side of the office from where we had entered.
Pushing open the door, Mr. Turner said "our rooms are on the other side of the pool."
I stepped aside to let Gwen, Amanda, Mom, and Mrs. Turner go out before me. As I stepped out of the office, the first thing I noticed was that the sun was very bright and it was hot. We were on a very large concrete patio. In front and to our right was a very large pool. To the left was an open-air bar under a thatched roof. Almost everywhere else on the patio were lounge chairs. Most of them had people in them. More people were on floats in the pool. None of the people had any clothes on.
Amanda took my hand as we followed our parents among the lounge chairs. I suppose that we were gawking, but I couldn't help it. I'd never seen this many naked people anywhere before, even in pictures. As we kept walking, Amanda softly said "wow!"
As we neared a building and came under the shade of some palm trees, Gwen said to Amanda and me, "This looks pretty cool."
We followed our parents to one of the buildings bordering the pool patio and up a flight of stairs. After going a short ways along a walkway looking down on the pool, we stopped.
Amanda and I were still looking at all the naked people around the pool when Dad said, "All we could get were two rooms. The adults are taking one and you three kids (I didn't appreciate that) will be in there other. Here." Dad handed me a keycard.
As Mr. Turner opened the door to one of the rooms, Mrs. Turner said, "If we hurry up and get our clothes off, we might still be able to get enough chairs."
As our parents walked into the other room, my Mother said, "Please don't forget to use your sunscreen."
I unlocked the door of the room next to our parents and held it open for Amanda and Gwen. I followed the girls in. Immediately inside was a living room with a sofa, coffee table, and a big TV on the wall. Behind that I could see a small table and four chairs and a kitchenette. To our left was a door that opened into a bedroom with one large bed. Several beach towels were nicely folded and stacked on the bed.
Gwen quipped, "I guess we're sleeping together."
Ever the gentleman, I said, "I'll take the sofa."
"No. You will not," Amanda responded. "Let's get our clothes off and get outside."
We were used to being naked together and stripped down without hesitation. We slathered sunscreen on ourselves. Amanda handed me her bottle and said, "Harry, will you get my back and butt?"
I worked sunscreen into Amanda's muscular back and onto her ass cheeks. I ran my fingers up her ass crack. I was already enjoying the trip. Finished, I turned around to let Amanda get my back. As always, her hands felt wonderful rubbing the sunscreen on my back and butt.
When I thought she was finished, Amanda said, "Get your legs apart."
I spread my legs a bit and felt Amanda reach between them. She was rubbing sunscreen on the back side of my balls.