Lisa woke early, as the dawn light broke over the top of the hill, spilling light over the beach below.
The night before wasn't particularly comfortable, as the air mattress wasn't ideal, but she'd lost count of the orgasms she'd had. Following on a massively stimulating first day at her new house, she'd been naked outside for the first time, visited a nude beach, and found herself locked out, and exposed to her former real estate agent, and now possible friend.
She went to the kitchen, put on a pot of coffee, and went and took a hot shower.
She casually enjoyed her cup of coffee while in the midst of one of her new favorite pastimes: standing naked on her deck, enjoying the beautiful view. It was too early for anyone to be there, and she decided to go take a look while it was empty.
She had about two hours before the earliest she could expect the movers to show up, and she wanted to savor every moment before she had to reluctantly put on some clothes. She wasn't quite ready to expose herself in that way. It was entirely different to be nude and be seen among a group of nudists, it was quite another in front of people she was paying to do some work.
She took her house keys with her this time, leaving them hidden in the small shed to the side of the deck. At the very least, she would have some control over who saw her this time. She filled a travel mug with coffee, and then headed down to the beach.
Off in the distance, she could see there were other people with a similar idea. She was still mostly alone, and just enjoyed the simple pleasure of walking on a warm tropical morning, the sun barely above the hill.
Eventually, she turned around, and headed inside to prepare for the movers. She pulled out a small pair of shorts, and a loose tee shirt and began straightening up the room and deflating the air mattress.
The truck showed up in the late morning with three guys to unload it. She didn't have much, since she planned to buy new items for her new life, but there was still plenty of work to do. She spent the time directing furniture and boxes to specific rooms, and before long, the movers departed with a hefty tip as a reward for their hard work.
As soon as the truck pulled out of the driveway, she shed her clothes with a sense of relief. After making a small lunch, she began unpacking her things. There was a palpable pleasure in finding a place for everything, and by early evening, the important things were unpacked.
She had a better night's sleep, with a real bed, and enough work to tire her out. She got up refreshed, came back from her morning walk, and set to unpacking. By lunchtime, she was sitting at her small dining room table, relaxing and feeling satisfied with her progress.
Her suitcases were on the bed, and she had a couple of big wardrobe boxes with clothes. The next order of business was to start getting rid of clothes she no longer needed or wanted.
She began be discarding all her underwear. She didn't plan on wearing them, so no sense in taking up the space. She discarded all her winter clothes. Anything that didn't seem to fit in to the tropical climate went next. She wasn't left with much, and realized that she would need to go clothes shopping at some point.
When she was done, she picked out a white cotton peasant skirt, and a matching loose tank top. She put them on along with a pair of sandals and headed out to buy some new deck furniture and a grill.
She returned a bit later, with the items purchased and delivered that afternoon.
The next morning, she decided to give Carol a call.
"Hi Carol, I was calling to see if you're interested in a bottle of wine and a nice meal tonight."
"Oh hey, that sounds nice! What time?"
"How about 6:30?"
"Sounds great, see you then."
Lisa was pleasantly surprised. There was no hesitation at all in Carol's response.
Now came a separate thought. "Do I get dressed?"
Lisa nervously spent the day going back and forth on the decision. In the end, it was made for her, as she lost track of time while cooking. She heard the doorbell, and before she could fully react, Carol opened the door and came in.
Carol reacted with a small start when she realized that Lisa was once again unclothed.
"Uh, did I surprise you?"
Lisa hesitated a moment and then decided to plow through.
"A little, but I forgot to mention the house rules. No clothes allowed." She grinned and looked at her guest pointedly.
Carol laughed, and said, "I see, is this a new thing?"
"Very. I haven't worn any at all except when I've gone out or had contractors in since you last saw me... naked."
Carol gave her a wry grin, and handed her a bottle of red wine to go with dinner.
"Well, I'm not surprised, really..." she said as she began unbuttoning her blouse.
She kept smiling at Lisa as she stripped, first the blouse, then her black lace bra, then she pulled down her skirt and panties to her ankles with a decisive flourish.
"Better?" She said, as she stepped out of the small pile of clothes wearing nothing but heels.
Lisa looked over at her guest's slender figure, her toned body accented with an all over tan. Her breasts were large, but firm and in pleasing proportion to her figure, with pink nipples just starting to crinkle. Her straight dark hair was loose and fell across her bare tanned shoulders.
Carol remarked "I see you've had a nice trim."
"I guess my hand did a poor job protecting my modesty the other day!" Lisa responded with a laugh.
"You could say that."
Lisa looked at her Carol's smooth pussy, and realized there was a gold ring piercing the clitoral hood. "That looks incredible." She sighed.
"Thanks. I did it on a whim a few years ago."
Lisa, broke out of her reverie, and opened the wine and offered Carol a glass.
"Dinner won't take long, I just have to cook the duck breast and dress the salad."
"Two things most on your mind I see, breasts and undressing."
Lisa laughed and finished preparing dinner. "I see you're a talented comedian as well."
"I try my best."
Lisa plated the food, and they brought it out to the new deck table, set for dinner.
"You're starting to get organized I see. It's looking really nice around here."
"Thanks, there's still a bunch to do, but it's getting done. Do you want a tour later?"
"Of course!"
"Well, we're already at my favorite spot. I come out here every evening to enjoy the view. Which, I must say, is even more spectacular than usual tonight."
Carol smiled and said "Yes, I find I'm really enjoying the view as well."
When the meal was finished, they cleared the table, bringing everything back to the kitchen.
"You wash, I'll dry." Carol said.
It must have been the slowest, most flirtatious meal cleanup Lisa had ever experienced. Every dish was passed with a smile. Small touches happened frequently, as fingertips brushed, hips met, and jokes were shared.
"Please kiss me before I have a heart attack." Lisa said softly.
