Life's been pretty good to me and now that I'm in my sixties I often look back on all the good times with family and friends. I've been blessed with kids and grandchildren, and I enjoyed a long happy marriage before I lost my wife a few years ago. Now I spend about half the year in Florida and the other half up north near my kids. Life is good.
Last fall I invited my sister to join me for an extended visit in the south and she happily agreed. Her kids are grown and her husband is gone so she has no commitments. She is two and a half years younger than me. I got to my Florida house is September and she joined me October first.
Sissy (my pet name for her since we were kids) is a bit of an uptight person and I knew it would take a while for her to get into the slower, more relaxed pace I enjoy living in Florida. I decided I would invite her to join me in activities but let her take life at her own pace. I enjoy boating, fishing, cycling, and I exercise for about an hour every morning after a leisurely breakfast. I also like people watching on the beach at least once a week.
After a couple of weeks, I could already see Sissy relaxing and calming a bit. She exercised and walked daily to stay in shape, and she looked pretty good for her age. I think she could pass for fifty. At 5 foot 6, she's about ten inches shorter than me and pretty slim with cute little B cup tits.
She was enjoying reading and sunbathing by the pool and I had to keep reminding her to apply the sunscreen. I explained to her the need for SPF50 if she was going to do this often, even though the pool was screen enclosed. Her skin is surprisingly smooth and soft for her age and I enjoyed applying sunscreen for her but she kept me limited to her back.
At the beginning of week three of her stay, Sissy told me she didn't want to wear out her welcome and she was going to book a ticket home. I asked her why she was thinking of leaving and what she was going to do in the cold up north. She admitted that she loved it here and just didn't want to impose. It took a while, but I finally convinced her I truly enjoyed her company and it was much better than being alone (for both of us), so she said she would think on it for another day or two.
The next day after dinner and a couple of glasses of wine, she asked me a question and asked me to be completely honest with her: "What does my presence here keep you from doing that you would be doing if I wasn't here?"
I let the question sit for a few minutes as we watched the boats going by on the canal only fifty feet away. It was a pleasant evening with a light breeze and the stars were just coming out. Finally I said, "Okay, if you want me to be completely honest, there is one thing I would be doing if I was alone, that I do miss. But I need to pour us each another glass of wine before I share it."
A few more boats passed on their way home, a bit of wine and relaxation, and I started, "I need to begin by telling you a story that you might find a bit surprising. It's about a habit that we developed over several years of marriage and travel to the Caribbean, then we continued here in Florida. It started a long time ago in St Martin and other islands that we visited once or twice a year when I convinced Mary to go to nude beaches."
Sissy sat up in her chair with a jolt and said, "Are you telling me you and Mary went nude in public?"
"Yes, that's where it started, when we were in our late thirties."
"What do you mean 'started', are you saying you're a nudist?" as she started laughing hysterically.
Fortunately, it was pretty dark by the pool so she couldn't see me blushing in embarrassment by her reaction. I said, "Okay, forget it, it's not that important." As I began to sulk.
After she got over her laughing fit, she said she was sorry but she never imagined that from me or my late wife because she saw both of us as so straight-laced. To which I said, "Look, it's not like we went to orgies or something, we just like being naked. You ought to try it, it would be good for you, you're the one that uptight!"
This wasn't going the way I had planned and I felt bad for saying that. I apologized and suggested we forget the whole thing. To which she apologized and said she was just shocked but really wanted to hear the rest of the story, but first she needed to pour us each another glass of wine.
I spent the next hour filling her in on the details of our progression from topless beach to nude beach, to full nude resorts where we only dressed when dining on the "prude" side. We socialized, played water sports and games, met new friends and felt so free and relaxed, all while nude. And we had great sex because we were always energized and aware of our bodies. And yes, every size, shape and age go nude, not just the "beautiful people".
When she finally stopped asking questions, I filled my wine glass and told her I was going in the spa and enjoy the stars. At the spa, the only light was from the sky, so I discretely dropped my shorts and sunk into the warm water to relax. Sissy went inside to change into her conservative one-piece bathing suit and joined me in the spa.
After a few minutes of enjoying the night sky, she said, "You make it all sound so innocent and relaxed."
"That's because it is. Unless you want to make it into something more, which is completely acceptable also," I said. "Don't get me wrong, I also enjoy looking at attractive bodies, both men and women. And my mind does wander, so did Mary's. At night we would share our thoughts about who we found attractive and why. That lead to some great sex."
Sissy fidgeted nervously and took a sip of her wine. After several minutes of silence she asked, "What do you think of my body?"
