CHAPTER 6: GIVING AN ASSIST
"Are you okay?" I asked the woman standing just inside the guest building door leading to the outside. She appeared middle-aged, maybe 40. She had shoulder length brown hair, about 5' 6" tall, and appeared to be a healthy weight but that was hard to know for sure because of the concealing covering she was wearing. She stood looking through the glass door at guests and employees moving around in various states of undress. I, of course, came up to her from behind naked except for one of the various sheer wraps I now wore exclusively, if anything.
She turned startled and moved out of the way. When I didn't go out the door but stopped next her and softly touched her arm, she shook her head and softly muttered, "I don't know why I came here."
The exit to the outside was a small lobby of sorts where guests could gather and contained a few comfortable chairs. I moved to guide her to the chairs and she responded easily. She sat and I joined her. A couple guests walked past but we both ignored them. The woman stared only at her fidgeting hands in her lap.
"Do you want to talk?" I asked in the only way I could think to help.
She shook her head but also didn't indicate she didn't want me there. We sat in silence until she softly laughed, "The bastard," she exclaimed. "After 15 years he just up and leaves me." She looked up nervously as if maybe she was saying too much. I reached out to take her hand in mine and gently squeezed. She sighed. "A younger woman from work." She looked up and gave me a weak smile. "I didn't even know he was doing it but it had apparently been going on for a while." She shook her head. "I keep asking myself, why? I mean, I kept myself in shape more for him than even myself. While so many of our friends put on weight, I worked at not following them. Even while he put on weight." She looked at me with pleading eyes, "Why? I keep thinking it must be something I did or didn't do, but... I thought we still had fun. We did things. We had sex every week, at least."
Then she looked scared, again. Said too much, maybe. I softly stroked her hand. "I'm young, right? So what do I know, but everything I read indicates that middle-age is hard on some people. Why else do some suddenly want a sports car or motorcycle or... have an affair? What is it?" I mused. "Do they wake up at the mid-point of life and wonder if they shouldn't have more or experience more? Are they scared of something? It sounds to me like you are the one who is balanced. You did what you could to make the relationship worthwhile for both of you. If he couldn't see that..." she looked at me, again, "I say, the hell with him. I say he doesn't deserve you."
She chuckled, "That's what I thought. This was a revenge trip. I'd show him, I thought. I'll go to a nude resort in the Caribbean where they even allow sex."
"Then you get here and the reality hits. He'll never know," I finished for her. She nodded. I stood and put out my hand to her. She took it and stood. "I think we should go out and see what new experience can be had. He may not know but you will and it is you who really needs to confirm who you can be without him." She stared at me. She was uncertain. I opened the top of her cover and saw a conservative two-piece suit. "It's up to you..." I stopped and, "what is your name?" Ann, she said. "It's up to you, Ann, but I suggest you go back to your room and leave your cover and suit. I'll go back to my room for another of these wraps. I have a bunch. Then, the two us go and find some experiences."
"You're serious," she exclaimed but I sensed some growing acceptance.
"Ann, you chose a nude resort. Whether it might have had an origin in revenge or not, in your mind you knew what you were doing. You're here. Do it for yourself and forget him."
"I've never been naked in public. I've never been naked with anyone but other women at the fitness center's locker room." She wasn't even saying it to me, any longer. This was all within her. I let her. She gave me a bigger smile that still showed nerves but she turned and went down the hallway. I did in the other direction.
When she returned, she was completely naked while holding her beach bag. She looked more nervous. I smiled. I had been correct. Her body was good. Her breasts sagged a bit but that was age. Her waist was trim and she had curves. I also noticed her pubic hair was trimmed. She was a good looking woman. I handed her the wrap and she tied it at her waist. She held out her arms as if to ask, how do I look?
I stepped up to her and gave her a soft hug. I felt her breasts against me. "You look like you know what you're doing and what you want," I softly said. "You will definitely attract men, if you want them."
She was quite nervous as we stepped outside into the sun and full exposure to everyone else. I suggested the beach. She was conscious of her nudity and the jiggle of her breasts. We stopped at the beach shack for water, towel, and sunscreen.
"Hi, Beth." The young black man behind the counter smiled. I looked at the tag around his neck. Jared. Interesting, I thought. He knew me and we hadn't met. Someone has been talking. I smiled at him and became aroused as I remembered what Margaret and Helen had said.
Ann stayed close to my side as we walked through other guests scattered on the beach as we headed to a couple lounger chairs that appeared open to use. "Do you know him?" she asked.
"Not yet," I responded with a smile. I nudged her and teased, "But he looks like he could be fun to get to know." She giggled. This is what I thought she needed: be able to enjoy the public nudity and relax to have fun.
When we reached the lounger chairs, "Why don't you lie down and I'll cover you with sunscreen." She lowered the head, spread the large beach towel, removed her wrap, and did just that. She sighed as I squeezed a thin line of lotion along each arm and proceeded to rub it into her skin. "Did they tell you about this lotion?" She shook her head. "It's a new formulation that was tested here. It is supposed to provide very good protection against harmful rays while allowing a deep tan."
I next squeezed a thicker line down her spine and she sighed. As I spread the lotion from her spine out to her sides, the sighs continued. As I dipped onto the sides of her back further, I made sure to stroke the sides of her breasts which elicited soft moans. I moved down straddling her legs, dropped lotion on each butt cheek, and spread it using circular motions, my fingers moving closer and closer to her butt crack. I heard her suck in a gasping breath as my fingers traveled inside and over her puckered asshole.
I then stood and moved to the foot of the lounger, moved each foot to the edge of the chair, and knelt between her legs. I sensed some tension but continued as if it was natural. In my mind, however, I had as much intention of causing her arousal as much as applying the lotion. As I moved up her legs with strong, smooth strokes, I moved my hand deep into the inside and grazed her pussy at the top. I hoped the touches would seem accidental at this point. I could see her back rise and fall with heavier breaths, though.
I then patted her butt and told her to roll over. She protested that she could do it herself, but I insisted. She finally rolled over and looked at me warily. "This is the good part, Ann. Lying on your stomach naked will get you noticed, but lying on your back with someone stroking your front will definitely attract attention."
"Attract... attention?" she stammered.
I was rubbing lotion into her breast, occasionally using fingers to roll and tease the nipples, "The kind of attention we are looking for, Ann," I clarified.
