"Hey sis!" I answered the phone this way as my sister Ellen's phone number was entered in my contacts list, so it told me it was her cell phone.
"You guys feeling OK?" That seemed like a strange question, and then realization dawned on what it might be. A cold chill ran down my spine.
"Yeah, why?"
"Danny's got it, and Dave thinks he does, too. He's been felling punky since last night." Danny was her 10-year-old son; Dave was her husband, my brother in law.
"Shit".
"Yeah, tell me about it."
"Any idea how?"
"Danny took a present over to his best friend the day before we went to Mom and Dads. He said he wore a mask, but after he got sick when I questioned him again, he admitted he didn't. He was only there for about a half an hour, but their entire family has gotten it. They all got ill on Christmas day while we were out of town."
"You haven't gotten it?"
"I don't know. I'm not showing any symptoms and feel just fine. I've moved out to the living room couch. Danny and Dave are using the master bathroom; we're just trying to stay away from them and stay healthy. I don't know how close you were around Danny over the holiday..."
"I know he hugged Mom and Dad and Mom kissed him."
"All we can do is hope they don't get it. Thank God they took our mask requirements without arguing. I guess time will tell?"
"Yeah," my sister laughed, "when was the last time Dad did anything without arguing?"
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"Nice room," Stacy said, stepping out onto the patio on the seaward side. I stepped up behind her, wrapping my arms around her, my nose dipping to the hair over her ears and inhaling. It wasn't just the smell of her shampoo, it was the smell of Stacy, and I immediately felt the beginning of an erection. She felt it, too, as it pressed against her backside. "Is that for me or for her?" she asked, causing me to look around as I hadn't seen anyone else. Outside of every room was a covered awning, providing shade, and with the dropping of curtains between areas, semi-privacy if desired. A large bed sized pad was provided at each awninged location. I hadn't noticed before, but now I looked around and realized that Stacy was referring to our neighbor to the right. The woman was just beyond the pad, alone for the moment, sitting in a beach chair in the sun, reading. At first, I thought she was nude, and then realized as I stepped closer to the door that I could see a string around her hip. I couldn't see in front other than a partial side view of her boobs; presumably she had on some kind of thong bikini bottom as her hip and part of her naked bun was visible from our vantage point. Her smallish breasts were naked, so that there was nothing visible covering her from what I could see.
"All for you," I whispered back into Stacy's ear, "I hadn't even looked that way yet. She is pretty sexy though," I teased.
There was no doubt that "clothing optional" was not a misnomer. We'd had to walk by the pool, on the way to our room, where there had been multiple people in various levels of dress and undress. There were multiple people that were lying out around the pool, some totally naked, almost all of the women had been topless, others were wearing revealing swimwear. All were not wearing masks however, but at least the lounges were mostly spaced well apart, and even in the pool, couples seemed to be separating somewhat, although it was obvious that several couples were, or would soon be, playing together.
As for Stacy and me, we'd been traveling all day, multiple hours in a plane plus a layover in Dallas, and a three-hour time change. Even though it was early evening here, it was only late afternoon on our internal clocks. But we were also on vacation, in a room that opened onto the beach, and the gorgeous sand and water beckoned. "Want to go for a swim, or have me take advantage of you?" I whispered into her ear, pulling her closer and letting my hands roam her breasts.
"How about we go swimming and then we take advantage of each other?"
I was surprised at Stacy when she didn't put on her "new" bikini, but rather her plain old flowered one. "Not going to wear the new one?" I asked when I turned around and saw what she'd put on. "How come?"
She pulled her lower lip between her teeth, looked out the open window and door (we hadn't even closed it to change) and looked back at me with a bashful look. "I will," she said, "but do you mind if I wait until Carrie gets here?"
She had waffled when we'd planned this as to whether she was going to invite Carrie to join us, but eventually broke down and invited her best bud to come along. Carrie wouldn't be in for a few more hours however, and then she was only going to stay for three days. She had to get her brother and sister to agree to visit and take care of her parents. That was an "inconvenience" for them, of course, with them totally forgetting the complete inconvenience that Carrie had been living for six months, but she had managed to get them for the weekend and a little more. They'd both balked, until she'd thrown a fit and accused them of being selfish, and she eventually got the two of them to take two days each, and luckily her parents had insisted she take some time off and then had paid for her airfare and half of the entire weeks cost at the resort. That actually was just fine for me with Carrie joining us for just three days. With Stacy and me living "alone" together, it was nice to have some interaction with someone else, but I had also had a reason for, and had been looking forward to, just being with Stacy away from home.
I assured Stace that she could wear her new bikini or not, that I found her hot and sexy whether she was showing off or not. If she wanted to wear her new bikini, which I knew not only showed, but enhanced, her body was up to her.
But what was this bashful stuff all about? I was surprised; this was my Stacy who had gotten naked and walked across the meadow and made love with me under the trees when we'd gone camping? This was my Stacy who walked around the apartment naked half the time, and almost naked the other half of the time, seemingly enticing me at every moment? She'd never shown any bashfulness around me, but now, at the beach that she'd begged me to take her to, she seemed to be... bashful? Right outside our door was a woman who we didn't even know who was almost nude, so it wasn't like she was going to be wearing anything less than others were doing. I didn't say anything for the moment, just accepted it, and although I'd considered going naked, instead put on my favorite Birdwell Beach Britches, took her hand, and we went out to get wet.
The beach itself couldn't have been any better. The sparkling clean sand, crystal clear water, and the beach being totally uncrowded, was utter perfection. There were people but they were all well spread out. There were a few visible under the awnings outside of their rooms but, this late in the day, there just weren't a whole lot of people. A few were in the water, some walking, almost everyone somewhere between wearing skimpy bikini's and just being totally naked. No sooner had we gotten in the water than I saw a "young" couple (probably in their 30's, at least they were only slightly older than us) walking down the beach - obviously showing off. She was topless; a skimpy patch of cloth over her pussy was held in place by just strings so her backside was completely nude, and completely tanned. He had something similar, a pouch for his cock and balls, also just strings in back, and his butt also completely tanned. Both had a mask draped around their neck, although not near anyone, as they'd obviously pulled it off of their faces for the moment.
"Maybe I should get you something like that," Stacy said, sliding into my arms as I was slightly over waist deep, and wrapping her legs around me, her hands on my butt.
"Like that guy?" I answered, nodding at the man with his cock sack, confirming exactly what she was talking about. "How about I just go naked?
