When she had suggested it first, Susan was sure she was just joking. But when she raised it again, without having drunk a bottle of wine, Susan started to give the idea some thought.
Vicki was her best friend - completely wild, but her best friend. She had only known her for about 6 years, since they started nursing together in the same hospital. They had immediately hit it off and got on well.
Vicki had been there for her through the trauma of her seperation from her husband a year ago and had seen her through the rough times.
Susan was just about over that now. After 15 years of marriage it had been hard to adjust to a single life again but she was getting there. After her intial reservations she had dated a few guys. After she got over her nervousness she found herself able to relax with men and enjoyed the attention. It was great for her to feel attractive again and to feel like a teenager dating again, experiencing anew the wonderful sensations of being kissed and touched.
On two occasions since the split with her husband she had let her dates go further than mere touching and rediscovered the passion of sex that her marriage had lacked for so long. The first time, in the back of a married colleagues car was like losing her virginity all over again, it was heated and passionate but all over rather too quickly. The second, in her bed in her apartment was slow and wonderful culminating in her most intense orgasm ever.
At nearly 40 while starting to show the signs of her age she still looked good. She wore her jet black hair in a pony tail usually. At 5'7 she still did her best to keep in shape and while her breasts were starting to sag ever so slightly she knew men still liked to catch a glimpse of her 36d chest. Her bum she often wished smaller but she consoled herself that it was proportionate to the rest of her body.
Vicki, like her, was nearing her 40th birthday. She had never married but never lacked boyfriends. Guys seemed attracted to her infectious smile, her fiery red hair and her petite slim figure.
So, as they were both approaching 40, Vicki had proposed celebrating their birthdays abroad. But not just a normal sun holiday. What Vicki was proposing was a stay in an exclusive adult resort in the South of France.
Susan took some persuading, but the thought of sunshine, a completely relaxed environment and the chance to finally shake off her past appealed to her.
Two months later they were stepping out of the taxi outside the complex about 6 miles from the nearest town, somewhere in Southern France.
It was late evening so they checked into their villa and decided on a drink before they went to bed.
As they walked to the bar it struck Susan that the place looked like a normal holiday complex. Villas and bungalows formed the living accomodation. A large swimming pool was surrounded by lawns and bushes, amongst which sun loungers and deck chairs were positioned.
The main building they had been told housed the restaurants, bars etc.
They found a bar and took a seat while the waitress brought them their drinks. Around them various people sat drinking and chatting. Vicki pointed out a sign on the wall indicating that the bar they were in had a dress code of sorts. The girls giggled as they read the instructions which noted that full nudity was not permitted in this particular area. The waitress noted their interest and explained that this bar and the dining room were the only areas where clothing had to be worn. Clothing in all other areas of the complex was optional and in one bar and at some of the parties they held, clothing was not permitted at all.
The girls relaxed after their journey and enjoyed a couple of drinks before retiring to bed.
Next morning, Susan was up early, feeling refreshed and looking forward to a blast of sunshine. Vicki on the other hand preferred to doze and told Susan she would join her by the pool later.
