“With Bernie Poser all tidied up, sure. I can spare her. That is, if she wants it.”
Finally, I chirped in. “Um, Mr. Kipling. I was just tossing out ideas. I really have no experi-”
“Oh, nonsense! The worst that can happen is you fail and I’m out some money.” He must have had much more than I could have guessed if he had no qualms about losing half a million dollars or more. “Come on, at least think it over until you leave. Then you can tell me you decision.”
I was speechless, wondering why Roy singled me out. Perhaps he just wants a woman’s point of view. I’m competent but this is outside the scope of anything I’ve ever done. “Okay, Mr. Kipling. I’ll think on it.”
“Fantastic. I’ll let you all enjoy your meal.”
Roy left and Dan and Frank soon ordered. Then Dan started grilling me about Roy wanting me to work for him. “Honestly, Dan. I have no idea why.”
“Hmm. He must have been impressed with you, Beth. If you decide to do it, I expect your best. You’re still representing our company as far as I’m concerned.”
“Are you really okay with me working on this, Dan?”
Dan shrugged his shoulders. “Who knows? You may be the magic bullet this place needs.”
Just as we were leaving, Bernie Poser stopped us at the exit. “Dan, I wanted to thank you again for a job well done.” The two shook hands and Dan thanked him for coming out. Then Bernie pointed to me, “And thanks for bringing ‘Supertits’ out here, too. What I would give to feel my cock between those hooters.” It was obvious Bernie didn’t respect the social etiquette of a nudist resort, but then Bernie wouldn’t respect anyone or anything at a regular resort, either.
“That’s enough, Bernie,” said Dan, standing up for me. I wish he didn’t. Bernie’s crass nature caught people’s attention and they were all looking our way again. It was just slightly humiliating and I wanted more. Maybe I needed a psychiatrist, because I know it isn’t normal to like being talked about as if I’m nothing but a sexpot, but I desperately wanted to experience more of it. Jeff never did any dirty talking and frankly, whenever I watched porn that has it (pretty rare for me to watch that stuff, anyway), I always jumped to mute it, because it made me feel filthy even if it wasn’t directed at me. Maybe I was just avoiding it, so I didn’t have to face the truth that I like it so much.
“Come on, Dan,” pleaded Bernie. “You have to admit. Your girl has magnificent tits.”
“One, she’s not my girl and two, it isn’t appropriate to mention it, no matter how magnificent her tits might be.”
Bernie awkwardly waved Dan off, trying to make excuses for his behavior. Peter and I left, quickly saying goodbye to everyone, including the asshole. We got in Pete’s car and he asked, “Hey, you wanna go see those horses?”
“Sure! Do you know how to get there?” Maybe being alone with Pete did it, or being so close to him, but already he was growing. I didn’t mention anything.
We took a winding, paved road on the opposite side of the grounds from our cabin. We were just coming up to a row of trees leading into a densely wooded area when I saw two of them. One grey and white, the other brown. “Look there, Peter. Two mustangs. They’re beautiful.”
“Are they really wild, though? I always questioned the definition of that.”
“I suppose they’re free roaming yet have a home. Wild enough, right?” I briefly thought how ‘wild’ might be better defined as sitting stark naked in the passenger seat of Peter’s SUV. “I see your little friend woke up.” I pointed to Peter’s erect penis.
“Little?”
I chuckled. “Littler than you, but by no means small. You’re exactly the right fit, in fact.” Flirting was new to me, so I hoped it came off well received. I think Jeff and I only did it in the first two months of our relationship. I had been years without and was desperately out of practice, but I hoped Peter was falling for me as much as I for him.
“Looks like we can park the vehicle over there,” Peter pointed to a gravel area that led to a small path with a few benches. I noted how there was significant distance between the path and the wooded area. “Probably not supposed to leave the path.”
“We’re all alone out here and it’s beautiful,” I said. “People don’t know what they’re missing.”
Pete looked me up and down. “No. They absolutely do not. Come on, let’s go sit on a bench and watch the horses.” Another one popped out of the woods not long after we sat down. She was beautiful with a shiny, dark brown coat. “She’s a big one,” said Pete. “This reminds me of a time with my ex, Samantha. She was a nature lover and one of the first holidays we took together was to West Virginia. It was a horse reserve on beachfront property.”
I could hear a twinge of nostalgia in his throat, if such a thing could be tangible. It sounded like he still had feelings. “Wow, I bet that was a sight. Do you mind if I ask what broke you up?”
“Oh, you know. We were young. She got a job offer on the other side of the country and I had a year left of school. We separated and she found someone over there. Very unlikely we would ever get back together. Lost love. It happens.”
“That’s sad.”
“Sad, but probably best for the both of us. When you’re young, you often put up with incompatibilities more than you should. Sam and I got along great, but sometimes we didn’t. It was never terrible, but I don’t think it would have lasted.”
“Too bad for her, though. I doubt she upgraded.”
Peter grinned, the creases around his eyes indicating he was the type who smiles often. I never noticed before how handsome it made him look. “I’ve been working with you for two years and you are just full of surprises.”
“I was dating Jeff until recently. I suppose I didn’t realize how different I am — who I really am — until he was out of my life.”
“Different?”
“Yeah, you know… the freedom of being single helps one realize who they are. Jeff and I were a couple for a long time, but we each lost ourselves while we were together, I think.”
“Hmm, Like I said. Young love. We don’t always know what’s best for us, especially when we’re younger.”
The moment was tender and erotic. I’m not accustomed to having such moments while stark naked in the open wild, so I suppose we could also add ‘humorous’ to describe it. I know I already cherished it more than most memories I had with Jeff. “Can I say something?” I asked.
“You can say anything.”
I believed him. For some reason, I felt safer opening up to Peter than I had with anyone else. “About that… discovering who you are…” I paused, trying to collect my thoughts on how to broach the subject. “This weekend has opened my eyes to some things. Or rather, my mind.”
“What do you mean?”
“I guess it starts with this,” I motioned to my naked body. “Never would have believed I would be doing this.” Pete laughed, nodding, and those crinkles in the corners of his eyes came to light again. “I’m glad you like it as much as I do. Me being naked, that is.” Another chuckle. Peter was allowing me to take my time. He could sense I had more to say. “But, uh… well, like when that obscene man stopped us at the pool…”