Sarah had been driving for three hours and was glad that her destination was only minutes away.
The scenery, however, was a welcome distraction. After crossing flat, featureless plains, the road began a gentle ascent into a sub-tropical rainforest, Dense bushland, packed with soaring gum trees replaced the openness of the plains. The winding road narrowed, and Sarah slowed down, mindful of any oncoming traffic. The bush was alive with the sound of chirping birds and only a short distance in front of her a small rock wallaby scampered across the road.
Topping the crest of a hill, the crowded landscape gave way to a vista of the less claustrophobic panorama of a banana plantation, broad leafed plants resplendent in the green, yellow product of its ripening fruit.
Sarah felt a twinge of nervous excitement as the sign by the side of the road came into view,
Hillside Bananas.
She indicated right and entered the dirt track that would lead to the homestead.
Sarah had decided to take a gap year before commencing her studies at university. Adventurous by nature, she planned to travel around the country, stopping where seasonal work was available. No timetable was set and she would come and go as she pleased and as jobs presented. A search on the internet threw up a job that immediately caught her attention. A small banana farm in the hinterlands, run by a husband and wife team, looking for casual workers to bring in the crop, now ready for harvesting. The owners were Rob and Sally, and their webpage espoused the environmental aspirations of the business, an organic farm, in tune with nature, and a place where workers were invited to go about their daily chores, unrestricted by the confines of clothes.
This was the aspect of the job that appealed to Sarah the most. Sarah was a nudist; her family were nudists. Her parents were certainly alternative and had raised Sarah and her year older sister Lara to be comfortable in their own skin.
Sarah had every reason to be self-assured. She was very attractive, standing at a statuesque six foot tall, her long, golden hair accentuated her deeply tanned skin. Her breasts were what she considered the perfect size, neither too big nor too small, certainly not needing the support of a bra, which she rarely wore. Her body was lean, yet muscular, the product of years being on her high school swim team. She was not afraid of hard, physical work and was confident that she would handle the demands of fruit picking.
The farm's website contained around forty reviews from previous workers, which Sarah noted were, without exception, young women such as herself, mostly overseas visitors on working visas. The reviews sang the praises of the owners, Rob and Sally, commenting on their friendliness and good humour. Rob, in turn, responded to each review, without fail, expressing what a pleasure it was to have so and so working for them, how hard working they were, often mentioning how "open-minded" some were. This did not particularly surprise Sarah, after all, they were working on a clothing optional farm and many of them were from Europe and Scandinavian countries where nudism was commonplace. Certainly, Sarah considered herself open-minded, not one to be easily shocked and certainly nudism was her least concern.
The dirt track twisted and turned for about half a mile until a clearing appeared. A small cottage was directly ahead, to its left was a barn like structure and to the left of it was another smaller cottage which Sarah was to learn was the workers' accommodation.
Sarah pulled up and parked on the grass adjacent to the main residence.
"Sarah! Welcome!" called a naked man walking towards her. "I'm Rob and this is my wife Sally," he said pointing to the lady following behind him.
Rob was a little older than Sarah had imagined, not that she had any knowledge of his real age. He appeared to be in his late forties. He was shorter than Sarah, but slim and muscular, no doubt a product of regular physical labour. Not surprisingly, he was as brown as a berry, however what did surprise Sarah was the size of his cock. Although flaccid, it was massive and dangled dramatically between his legs. As a nudist, Sarah had seen plenty of cocks, her own father was very well endowed, but Rob's was larger still.
Sally was tall and lean and equally as brown as her husband. Her breasts were small, her hair was short and tinged with streaks of grey. She was smiling radiantly and exuded great warmth.
"Come inside out of the heat Sarah, we were just having a cup of tea; I'll show you around after," Rob said.
Sarah followed them into the house where it was indeed much cooler.
"Would you like a cuppa, Sarah?" Rob enquired.
"Yes please, Rob, white with one if that is OK?" Sarah answered.
"Coming up, so how was your drive, did you have trouble finding us?" Rob asked.
"The drive was fine, you certainly live in a beautiful part of the world," Sarah replied.
"Oh yes we do," Sally responded, "we love it here, it is our little paradise. I hope you enjoy your stay with us."
Sarah had arranged to stay for two weeks. Workers on such farms were typically very itinerant and only stayed for short periods before moving on.
"I'm sure I will, I feel at home already, though I would like to get out of these hot clothes if that is alright," Sarah asked.
"Please do, "Rob replied, "you know that we are clothing optional here."
"Oh yes, Rob," Sarah answered, "that was one of the reasons that I was keen to work here. I am a lifelong nudist and am looking forward to being naked for the next two weeks."
With that, Sarah stood up and began to undress. This was not going to take long as Sarah had travelled up in a minimal of clothing, sensibly as it was a hot day and driving with the least amount of clothing possible would make for a more comfortable trip. Sarah was wearing a t-shirt and shorts only, no underwear, so in seconds stood naked in front of her new employers.
"I can see that you are a nudist alright," Rob stated, not ashamed to admit that he had given Sarah the once over, "you have a lovely tan and that is a good thing as you are not likely to get sunburnt when you start work tomorrow."
Sarah sat down and drank her tea. The three of them chatted amiably and Sarah felt very comfortable in her new environment. Rob reiterated the conditions of her employment, which were exactly as stated on the website. This was a small farm and was really not much more than a hobby for Rob and Sally. They were happy to lead a simple life, earn a comfortable living from the bananas, but more importantly, live sustainably, enjoy the company of a revolving door of workers, share stories, and not be a slave to long hours on the job. In fact, the days were short, a leisurely five hours a day, and no weekend work. Previous workers had even said that if Rob didn't feel like work, then no one had to, and a trip to the beach half an hour away took its place.
"Come and I'll show you where you are staying," said Rob, finishing his tea.
Collecting her belongings from the car, Sarah followed Rob to the workers' cabin. It was basic but clean. There was a living area with a small television and off that, two bedrooms, each containing two single beds. There was one bathroom and off the living room was a small kitchenette. It had been explained that Sally would cook all meals, so the kitchenette was only for preparing snacks.
"Pick your room. We are expecting another worker in two days," Rob explained, "a German backpacker, a female about your age. She can either share this room or be in the other, you can both decide. I'll leave you to settle in. Around four, we have drinks up at the barn. Come on up if you feel like it."
"Thanks Rob, I will," Sarah responded, keen to have a drink and relax after a long day.
"Good, we will see you then and remember, if there is anything you want or need, anything, just ask," said Rob as he turned and walked out.
Sarah smiled to herself. Actually, there was something that she wouldn't mind and its hanging between your legs, she thought with a mischievous grin. He did say, anything. Maybe she would have to see if he meant it. Sarah finished unpacking and took a shower, then lay down on her bed and in moments had dropped off to sleep.
Sarah woke to the sound of soft music drifting from the direction of the barn. She looked at her phone and it was a quarter past four. How easy was it to simple stand up and walk the short distance without worrying about getting dressed or putting on make up.
"Glad you could make it," Sally called out cheerily as Sarah approached, "just help yourself to a drink from the fridge."
Sarah looked around the barn. It was quite spacious; there was a pub sized pool table in the middle, the fridge was on a side wall, on the opposite wall was a large flat screen television. Against the far wall was a massage table. Sarah was delighted to see that as she loved to both give and receive massages. There was a bbq near the entrance, completing the setup, suggesting to Sarah that the barn was the social hub of the property.
She went to the fridge and found that it was well stocked with beer, mixer drinks and wine. Sarah knew that in exchange for free labour, meals and accommodation would be provided. And it was clearly stated that alcohol was included, and it was certainly an added incentive along with the clothes free option.
Sarah chose a rum and coke and sat on the camp chair opposite Rob and Sally. Sally sat in a very relaxed manner, her legs apart, affording an unobstructed view of her hairless pussy. Rob was drinking a beer, his cock draped across his thigh, appearing even larger than earlier; perhaps he had the hint of an erection.
"Cheers!" said Sarah raising her can with a flourish," I love what you have here guys, but I can assure you, I'm here to work, maybe work hard, play hard."
"Well Sarah, that is our philosophy actually," Rob replied, "we only have a small business, but we do well out of it. Sally and I agree that life is too short to work your fingers to the bone, retire and die the next day. We don't have children so no inheritance to worry about, so what we make, we spend on living in the moment."
"I like it," said Sarah in agreement. "I read all the reviews from the previous workers here. They all said they had a great time and what fantastic hosts you were. I hope you will be happy with my effort and maybe you will welcome me back one day."
"I'm hoping so too," replied Rob, "you seem an easy-going person Sarah, which is what we love. We don't like drama here and if you are laid back and open minded I'm sure we will get on fine."
There is that "open minded" phrase again Sarah thought. She sensed some sexual undertone, not that it worried her at all. She was sexually active, and she loved a good time. If the opportunity arose, she would grab it with two hands, literally.
The afternoon was wearing on, but it was still very hot. Sarah was on her third drink when Sally suggested it was time for dinner and that she had planned an easy meal cooked on the bbq. The food was in the fridge so Rob fired up the barbie and set about cooking the meat. Sarah and Sally took to the pool table. Sarah fancied herself as she was something of a shark at her local pub, but she met her match in Sally, who no doubt honed her skills with all of the travelling workers.
"Food's up!" called Rob as he brought the steaks to the table. Sally opened a bottle of red and poured three glasses.
