After breakfast, Roy excused himself and promised to meet with Dan and Franklin later, near the bison farm. Dan inquired what my intentions were and I told him the same thing I told Peter. Hiking. We parted ways and I asked Pete as we got in his car. “What are your plans?”
“Oh. Um… well, I was thinking of going to the pool first, then some archery. They have an amazing range, supposedly.”
“Oh. Well, okay. Sounds fun.” Maybe he just liked doing guy stuff but I hoped he would want me to invite him to hang out today. His tone made me think otherwise now. We were several minutes away from the cabins when he spoke up again.
“Hey, Beth. Look. I need to tell you something.”
“Yes?”
“So this whole getting naked thing never bothered me before, but…”
“But?”
Pete kept only one eye on the road. “Beth, I don’t want to sound weird, or… or… I dunno… perverted… but…”
“Perverted?”
Peter breathed out heavy and shook his head. “This is so fuckin’ stupid,” he whispered. He took another long breath and then looked to me again, maintaining locked eye contact. “Beth, I have a problem with you.”
“A problem?” My heart started to sink.
“Um, I guess I do kind of have a fetish and you are — surprisingly — like exactly the body type I have always fawned over. Like, literally the biggest turn on for me. I can’t be around you. I.. uh.. no matter how hard I try not to, I respond.” That’s when I saw it. Peter had an erection again. Just me being naked near him set him off. “Please forgive me. It’s so inappropriate.”
I couldn’t quite find the words but held up my hand for him to stop talking. Finally, I said, “Peter, it’s okay. It’s… it’s a bit weird… but why can’t you be around me?”
“Beth, come on. It’s inappropriate for me to have an erection around you all the time. That’s just it. I know I will.”
“Hey, I can be flattered without being offended. Okay, Peter, I accept your reasoning. You have a body type and I fit that description. Being naked in front of you gets you worked up.” Pete was quiet, nodding. “But I don’t accept you refusing to be around me. Unless YOU absolutely can’t stand it, who cares?”
“Who cares?”
“Yeah, who cares if you have an erection? A day ago you were using the same logic to explain why I shouldn’t care about going naked. Peter, I don’t care if you have an erection. Why should I? Why should anyone?”
“You’re serious? You really don’t care that I’ll be sporting a raging boner around you.”
“Hey, if I can be uncomfortable, so can you,” I giggled. It might be the first real flirting I’d done. I wondered how serious Peter really was about avoiding office romances. He wasn’t responding to my quip, so I made a suggestion. “How about this? We go to the pool like you intended. You can avoid looking at me, but if it happens, just jump in the water. Problem solved until it goes back down. Then, if you’re still willing to join me after, we go for a hike.”
“You’re going to the pool naked?”
“I went to breakfast naked!” I shouted. “I got this. It might make me feel a little… strange. But you were right. It’s not that big a deal.”
Pete pointed to my chest and called back on a joke I had made earlier. “Looks big to me,” he said.
**
I have to admit, it was kind of exhilarating. Not just the fact I was naked in public with Peter, but at least a dozen other guys as well. There was one lithe, young woman who I think was serving as the lifeguard, but it was hard to say as she didn’t wear a uniform. She was as naked as the rest of us. Peter and I were wading waist deep in water, bobbing up and down. We faced each other and I could tell his cock was hard as stone, even though the image was skewed by the ripples.
“Now this is more like I expect to see in a resort,” I said. The pool was large, with two diving boards and a lengthy shallow end. A cabana was off to the side, managed by a young man barely in his twenties. A winding cement path led to a restaurant.
“Oh yeah, this is one of two pool areas. Walking distance from the main cabins.”
“I guess people use a lot of golf carts to get around here.”
“That’s right. In fact, it’s part of the business model. Get people to camp here. Rent the equipment. You know. Justify all the labor and money he’s spent in development.”
“Good luck to him,” I whispered.
Just then, I heard a voice boom out behind me. “Holy shit! Is that Beth Henderson? Beth? Dan did not tell me you would be here. What a pleasant surprise!” I cringed, scared to turn around and face the man shouting to me. Then I heard a splash of water and his voice getting closer. “Oh, my goodness. If I knew I was going to see you today, I’d have done more push-ups this morning.”
Peter probably doesn’t know Bernie Poser very well. Dan handles him almost exclusively and I just help with the details, but good god, do I hate that man. I bit my tongue, dreading the idea of what was coming. Instinctively, I drew my arms to my chest, but that only pressed my breasts together. I put them back down again, not wanting to make a silly scene. I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes, turning, faking a smile. “Hello, Mr. Poser! I wasn’t expecting you here, either.”
Bernie jumped back, acting as if a monster attacked him. “Holy Moses on Mother Mary’s pogo stick!!” he screamed. “Those are the biggest tits I think I’ve ever seen in person!” I could see Peter tense up, about to object, but I motioned him down. “Those queens could feed a small army, I’m sure of it.”
“Haha, very funny, Mr. Poser.” I made it a point to let him know I wasn’t going to put up with this much longer. “You’ll be disappointed to know I’m not breastfeeding.”
“Ya know, my ex-wife’s tits doubled in size when she got pregnant. If yours do the same, please call me. One only gets so many chances to see miracles up close.” Bernie happened to glance over to Peter, specifically to his crotch. It may have been obscured by the rippling water, but it wasn’t impossible to discern he was sporting a huge erection. “Looks like your friend here likes your tits as much as I do.”
Bernie was insulting me, yet it didn’t offend me. That’s because, unfortunately, I found myself loving the attention. Everyone was looking in our direction because Bernie talked so loudly and has no boundaries. I wanted his words to anger me for the right reasons, buy they simply didn’t. Instead, I had to pretend I hated it. Being naked, vulnerable, in public, apparently kind of does it for me. Bernie’s demeaning nature brought out a kink in me. Funny how I had no idea about this side of myself. “Bernie, this is Peter Greenly, one of Dan’s partners.”
“Nice to meet you, Peter,” Bernie yelled, then pointing to Peter’s penis. “Considering the state of that, I think I’ll avoid shaking your hand right now.”
If Peter weren’t embarrassed over the circumstances, I’m sure he would have been a bit more aggressive. Instead, Peter looked to me, mumbling something under his breath. I decided it was a good time to leave and stated so. “It was great seeing you, Bernie, but Peter and I were just leaving. Maybe we’ll bump into each other again.”