My long-time hair stylist, Kami, remembered me telling her how badly I wanted to take a vacation so I wasn't surprised when she handed me a vacation oriented newsletter. What surprised me was that is was all about nudist vacations. She'd tried to convince me many times before that I'd enjoy a nudist vacation like she and her husband did, but I obviously had a lot of reservations about it. Its not like I'm opposed to nudity or anything, I mean, I spend most of my time at home naked, I always tan naked and I've even been to nude beaches a few times over the years. It's just that I'm 47 years old and really thought I was simply too old for something like a nude resort.
"Gosh Kami, I really don't think I could ever do something like this," I resisted.
"Renee, stop it. You're the hottest woman I know and you'll be the hottest woman in the place wherever you decide to go. Trust me!"
As Kami toiled at brining my shoulder length locks back to their usual light blonde, I looked through the newsletter until I ran across an ad for what I thought looked like an interesting resort only about two hours away. I asked her if she'd been.
"Oh yeah. Tim and I have been there several times. You'll really like that one," she said with a giggle and a mischievous smile on her face.
"Okay then. I'll guess maybe I'll try it."
"You won't be sorry, Renee."
Even though I told her I was going, I was still unsure about it so I stripped as soon as I got home and spent the next couple of days naked, repeatedly looking myself over in a mirror to see if I could ever feel comfortable doing something like that. Fortunately, the more I studied myself the more my confidence rose. I mean, I work hard to keep in excellent shape, I've been lucky enough to avoid cellulite, I've got great legs, a flat stomach, a nice firm ass and even got nice big boobs last year so why not? I called the place and booked my room.
The following Monday, I drove out to the area where the directions said to go and eventually found the long gravel driveway that led up to the resort's main entrance. There were no signs and I was a little worried that I'd found the right place because it looked kind of like the entrance to a county park. It was a little after 9:00 a.m. and already getting hot out so I parked and went into the small building which had a sign over the door reading "Office". The place was quiet but a little bell rang when I walked in and shortly, a very tan and very naked man a few years older than me stepped out from the back room.
"Hi there," he said in a friendly tone. "Checking in?"
"Yes, I'm Renee and I'm looking for the Eden Resort. Is this it?"
"Hello Renee, my name is Dan and I'm the manager and yes, you found us."
I was relieved that I'd found the right place. Dan gathered together some paperwork and explained a little about the resort and what it had to offer and then went into the rules. "...'No' means 'NO' and also, just so you understand, this place isn't 'clothing optional' so other than shoes and maybe a hat, you will need to be nude at all times so that all the other guests will be comfortable with you," he explained.
Well, all I had on was my very shortest and slinkiest, light blue halter dress and my favorite clear-soled platforms so I was practically naked anyway, but I figured when in Rome, do as the Romans so I untied the neck of my dress and dropped it to the floor.
"Wow, well ummm, okay. I think you'll be very popular here," Dan said, switching glances between my 40Ds and my hairless pussy.
I was glad that Dan had the impression he did because with his job, he must have seen hundreds of naked women and if he thought I looked good, I must have looked okay. He stepped out from behind the counter and walked me over to a large map on the wall and as he was showing me the various amenities the resort had to offer, he put his arm around me, pulled me against him and gently dropped his hand from my lower back to my butt.
"I think you're gonna have a great time," he said, giving my ass a firm squeeze and then sitting me down on the couch and handing me a clipboard with the required paperwork.
Dan sat across from me in case I needed help and I guess I was inadvertently giving him a bit of a show by sitting with my legs apart because when Dan took the clipboard from me, I saw that his cock had begun to grow a bit. He casually leafed through the paperwork for a minute, making sure everything was in order before setting it aside. By that time, his cock had grown to a full-blown, throbbing erection.
"Oh m-God Dan, I'm so sorry! Did I give you that?" I apologized, looking at his rock-hard cock sticking straight out from his body.
"Well, actually, yes. Yes you did Renee."
"I'm so, so sorry," I again apologized.
Dan had been such a nice guy, staying with me while I did the paperwork, showing me the details about the resort and explaining the rules and all so I really felt terrible about making him so hard. I'd hung my head in embarrassment, but when I looked up, he came over to me, put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me close as if to console me. But then, he surprised me by putting a hand behind my head and pulling me closer and closer until his cock-head was pressing against my lips. I really had no choice but to open up and take him. Fortunately for Dan, I genuinely enjoy giving head and I've been told hundreds of times that I'm really good at it. So, for the next five minutes or so, I licked and sucked and thoroughly enjoyed his 9" cock before deciding to give him a treat with some of my patented deep-throating. As is usually the case, once I got him all the way down my throat, he lasted about two minutes, leaning his head back and letting go. I grabbed his butt and pulled him tight against me, clamping my lips tight around the base of his shaft and holding on for dear life as he began to shoot his load into my throat! He pumped half a dozen big, delicious streams of cum, giving me my own pleasurable little orgasm as I worked him with my throat muscles and my tongue until he was through. I sucked him completely dry and then licked and sucked him nice and clean before again apologizing for getting him so hard in the first place. "Yes, darlin. I think you're gonna have a great time here!" he said and with that, I picked up my dress, got back in my car and drove up into the main part of the resort, naked as instructed!
While the incident with Dan was a nice way to start my vacation, I really wanted to get in the sun as soon as possible so I drove up the narrow, tree-lined driveway, passed the pool area and found my little bungalow. As I took my bag out of the trunk and was walking up the steps to the front door, a golf cart rolled up behind me. I turned to see a very nice looking and very naked Hispanic man stepping out.
"Hola. Renee?" he asked through a big smile and heavy Spanish accent.
Apparently, I had left the office without my room key, which Paulo had brought me.
"Mi nombre es Paulo. Soy el hombre mantenimiento," he said.
