“I hope so. Not many women around here and you make up for it. Just bodacious!”
I didn’t know how to respond to someone who used the word “bodacious” in their vernacular, so I let it go, taking Peter by the hand. As we approached the steps out of the pool, he whispered into my ear. “Beth, I can’t leave. I’m erect and it’s like a hundred yards to the car.”
“I’ll make it worth your while. Come on.”
Peter reluctantly obliged and I could see him cringing when others looked his way as he stepped out of the pool. He was hard to miss. I kind of took off in a jog to speed up the time to reach the car, but it made my breasts bounce and swing. Apparently, Peter responded very positively to it, or at least his cock did. It was hard as white oak when we got in the car.
“Beth, I’m sorry that man behaved that way. It wasn’t nice and I should have said something.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for. Come on, let’s go back to the cabin. I want some peace.” Although the feeling of being naked in public around others had started to feel exhilarating, I was conflicted with Bernie. I hated the fact he saw me naked, yet I liked the attention. He viewed me as a piece of meat and for some reason I really loved it. My ex never talked dirty to me. We had such a vanilla sex life.
I wanted to tell Peter about this new discovery, but it was too embarrassing to share. We were halfway back when I looked over. Peter was still hard and he shrugged to it, whispering, “Sorry.”
“I told you, Peter. You have nothing to be sorry about. Would it help if you got relief?”
“I think, with you around, I’d just get stiff again.”
I blushed and quickly looked out the window, whispering, “Doesn’t mean we can’t try.”
“What?”
I turned to him, speaking loudly and clearly, “I said, I am going to suck you off and let you play with my body.” I was saying it now, anyway, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone smile so wide.
“Oh my God, dreams do come true.”
“I thought you said something about office romances, though,” I quipped.
“I did. Disregard it.”
Peter was definitely a boob man. Once we got in the cabin, he was overjoyed with the idea of rubbing his meaty cock between my breasts. I teased him for some time before finally allowing it, though. A girl’s gotta have some fun. Feeling it rub up and down against my chest got me wet and I looked up to Peter while he was pumping. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me,” I whispered. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy and he pulled me up, turning me over. I grunted in anxious pleasure.
“Are you going to let me fuck you again tonight?” Peter asked, firmly.
“Yes,” I said meekly. “Please.”
“And tomorrow morning. I can fuck you then, too?” His tone was forceful. Demanding. It turned me on. He continued, “Maybe in the middle of the night, as well? With that beautiful body next to me, I’m going to be tempted. I might have to take advantage of you while you sleep.”
I groaned in pleasure. The idea of being used at his discretion was very hot to me. Seconds later, I was headed to the first of many orgasms, some strong, some light. Peter put effort into the act and it was the best I’d ever had. Still, I wanted him to talk even dirtier. Why did I like it so much? Being talked down to, like that asshole Bernie Poser did to me, that’s what I wanted. I wasn’t ready to share this humiliating information with Peter just yet. I wasn’t even sure I was completely open to sharing it with myself.
**
“I told Dan that you and I are going to try out the restaurant. I was told they have rack of lamb tonight.”
“Are he and Frank coming?” I asked. I was just about to clean up from a second round of fucking and I was starving.
“No, they made other plans. I’m kind of relieved, actually. If you’re going naked, I’ll probably be popping boners throughout the meal.”
I laughed, yet I also knew there was real truth to it. It was clear Peter was embarrassed getting erections in public. “Did you want to go in an hour or so? It’s a bit early, but they should be serving then. I can clean up first.”
“I need to clean up, too. Take your time.”
I’d never eaten in a restaurant naked. For a few brief seconds I questioned how hygienic this might be, but upon seeing how sparkling clean the place was, I knew I’d been in worse, clothes or no clothes. There was one waitress and a waiter, a hostess, and several men in the back preparing food and drinks. There was already a half dozen or so patrons. I found it interesting how the staff wore (or rather didn’t wear) various states of dress, some just in an apron, the waiter with a tie, but no shirt. It was both humorous and erotic. I leaned into Peter. “I have to admit, Roy keeps this place pristine.”
“Yeah, I’m impressed, too,” said Pete. “Roy’s had this resort a long time so I guess he knows what he’s doing, but he sure bitches about attendance and membership numbers every time we see him. He keeps throwing money at it, expanding, adding things, but I’m not sure that’s helping.”
I loved the way Pete’s penis looked when it was chubbed up, leaning off the left. I was just about to say something about it when the hostess approached. She was cute and young, as one would expect a restaurant hostess to be. I think Pete enjoyed watching her ass as she walked us to a table. Once we were settled in with our drink order, I said, “What Roy needs is more women here. Except for a few who work here, I haven’t seen many.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I bet if any women do come, they probably don’t come back again. It’s got to feel a bit alienating, right? Being one of the only girls naked.”
I grinned, nodding. “I suppose so. Hey, maybe you should talk with Roy about these concerns. I mean, I bet he would value your input.”
“Huh. Maybe…”
“Well, speak of the fuckin’ devil!” a voice boomed across the room.
I whipped my head in the direction it came, only to see Bernie Poser and some other guy in tow, probably one of his lackeys. Bernie’s rock-hard abs were toned and tan which I’m sure he wanted me to see as he’s a fucking show-off. I whispered to Peter. “Oh great, here we go again.”
The hostess was leading Bernie and his guest to a table and he broke away from her. “This one here will be fine,” he asserted, taking the table next to ours. He tapped me on the shoulder, hard enough to make my torso jiggle. Probably his intention. “I was just telling Phil here I finally got to see you naked! Ever since we first met, I’ve dreamed about those sweet tits.”
Peter was about to say something, curling his brow, angry. I kicked him under the table and shook my head. “No, I got this,” I whispered. I turned back to Bernie. “Again, it’s always nice to know I’m appreciated.”
Bernie pounded his chest once. “Oh, come on, Beth. You’re fine at your job, too. Very helpful and you keep Dan in check, I’m sure of that. But I’m talkin’ about your tits, woman. I mean, you got a fine ass, of course, but those tits are magnificent. Those tits could start wars!” I rolled my eyes while he kept going. Others in the room looked over to see the commotion. Bernie was making an obvious ass of himself, yet people were looking at me all the same. He was drawing all the attention my way. I didn’t mind. In fact, I liked it. Bernie jabbed Peter in the shoulder. “I mean, wouldn’t you love to put your dick between those?”