As Pete went fishing for the keys, I couldn’t help myself. My brain was on fire with curiosity. “Pete… are you at all, well… uh, do you feel strange doing that?”
“Doing what?”
“Being naked.”
“Oh!” Pete started laughing, finally pulling out a gold key attached to a rubber disk. “You know, we all stripped when we were in that welcome center where we met with Roy. At first, yeah. Like maybe the first five minutes it’s a little strange. But after that, it’s like it just didn’t matter. When it’s this casual, I dunno… it’s just not such a big deal, I guess.”
I winked and tried to joke, “Oh, I don’t know about that. Looks kinda big to me.”
Pete rolled his eyes. “Not ten minutes and already a dick joke.”
“Hey, could be worse,” I said. “You shoulda seen this bodybuilder I saw.”
The door opened to a shared kitchen and living room area, with a single couch and recliner. There wasn’t a television. Two doors were on the west wall, one leading to the bedroom and the other, the bathroom. “I wonder when these cabins were built,” I said.
Pete dropped his things on the kitchen table while I parked my bag near the couch with the pullout. “They look at least thirty years old. Not ancient, but not new. I wonder how long Roy’s had this resort.”
“Long enough for it to be ‘legend’ in the state. You said everyone knows about this place.”
“Yeah, yeah. I thought everyone did. Sorry about that.”
“Pete, I just… do you think I am disappointing Dan? You know, by not doing what you guys are doing?”
“I doubt it, Beth. He understands.”
“I hope so. It’s so embarrassing.”
“Why would you be embarrassed? Just because you’re the only woman with us? Beth, you have a very nice body. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“You don’t know that,” I sniped. He backed off instantly. “Wait, I’m sorry. You’re right. It’s just me. Just this stupid fear…”
“What fear?”
“You know, the one about being naked in front of the class?”
“Is it really that big a deal to you?”
I looked down, happening to pause on Pete’s junk. “Uh, I think it is. I mean, really, I just never thought about it.”
“Hey, I’m taking off with Frank and Dan. Pheasant shoot. You can come, but I wouldn’t recommend it unless you go naked. If you stay here – at and around the cabin where we won’t be bothered – I’m sure it will all be fine.”
“Do you really think so?”
“I really do. You could still make partner by 30.” Peter winked. “I swear, Beth. This silly little episode will not cost you your reputation in any way.”
“Thank you,” I sighed. “I mean it. Thank you.”
It wasn’t until Pete left that it dawned on me, I’d had an entire conversation with him while he was stark naked. It even felt natural. I was beginning to wonder if my hang-ups weren’t based in reality. I stepped outside and walked out back, toward the water. The area may have been rarely used, but it was cared for enough that there was a well-manicured clearing and a boat dock. Several canoes and kayaks were anchored at the bank.
“Well, that’s nice,” I whispered to myself, looking around. I dared not go out in a boat by myself, but the clearing had plenty of space and sun. I scoped around to be sure I was alone and then allowed the thoughts to creep in. The ones I knew I would be experiencing ever since arriving. “Why not try it? See what it’s like. Do it while no one’s around.” That last thought had merit, I thought. I was pretty good at affirming my own thoughts.
Maybe it was easier being brave knowing the boys would be gone a while, but minutes later I was standing completely naked in the open air. I kicked a few loose sticks and pebbles away on the ground at my feet and sat down to soak it all in. I looked out to the lake. It was quiet. Serene. White clouds covered half the sky, but it didn’t appear there was risk of rain. I watched them for a few minutes, finding it ironic that one cloud in particular looked like a giant phallus. The emotional highs and lows of being terrorized over some fear of being seen naked had taken its mental toll on me. I laid back, closing my eyes. I had at least a few hours to kill.
“Beth? Beth, wake up!” I felt a nudge. “Wake up, Beth. You’ll get burned! That is, if you already haven’t. How long have you been out here?”
“Wha… what?” I asked, opening my eyes to a still bright and burning sun. I couldn’t make out anything. Everything looked like lens flare. I heard Pete’s voice again.
“Are you okay? How long have you been out here?”
Then it dawned on me. I was naked. Completely naked. I shrieked, jumping up, trying in vain to cover both breasts and my crotch with only my arms to do the work. “What the fuck, Pete!? Why are you here?”
“I was gone over two hours, Beth. Dan and Frank are behind me. They got a golf cart.”
I was hopping up and down, frantic, unable to think clearly. I knew I needed to get dressed yet circling around my clothes, while trying desperately to stay covered, wasn’t going to get them on me. I had to physically reach down and pick them up, but then Pete would see bits I was not prepared to show! That’s when I caught Pete’s package. I was drawn to it, as it was at least half hard, hanging crooked and bending slightly off to the left.
“Oh, my God, oh my god, oh my god!” I screamed. “Pete, please look away. Don’t make me-” Pete instantly turned and I shot down and snatched up my shirt and pants, hurriedly putting them on. I left the bra on the ground, but at least I was covered. “Okay. Thank you for turning. And thank you for warning me about Dan and Frank.” I said that just as I saw the two pulling up in a little cart. We were about forty yards away and with trees nearer to their end, I doubt they even noticed us yet.
“How long have you been out here?” Peter asked.
“Almost since you left.”
“Tell me you used sunscreen.” I said nothing, too ashamed to respond. I tried looking away but that only led me to his package. I quickly moved back up to his eyes. “Beth, those tits are going to be burnt to a crisp. Good thing I brought burn cream.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, I thought there might be some risk. None of us have been outside much lately and Dan’s white as a ghost. Actually, after seeing you naked, you might be the whitest one I’ve ever known.”
“Oh, my god. I can’t believe you saw me like that.” I was blushing deeply. “How could I have slept for so long?”
“Sun can do that to you. Come on. Let’s get you inside. You should probably take a cool shower and preemptively apply some cream on your skin.”
“Yeah, yeah, Dad,” I huffed.
“I’m too young to be your dad, remember? And it would be much worse if I was your father, seeing you naked and all.”
“Eww!” I screamed. “Please don’t remind me.”
“Honestly, Beth, I gotta get the elephant out of the room.”
We were almost back to the cabin and I stopped, turning to him. “Okay.”
“Can you please tell me how the fuck you hide those?”
“What?”
“I mean, I knew you had large breasts, but come on.”
To get specific, my breasts are large, but full and pendulous in shape with nipples that are placed high, facing north. I know I’m very lucky in the nipple department, but that doesn’t make the rest okay. It’s at least twice the meat and flesh than is needed for one my size. My bras don’t disguise the fact that I’m large up top, but I use ones that shape them in such a way as to minimize their impact. My breasts drop several inches when I take off the bra, yet still look rounder and fuller (and even bigger) without it.