It’s a long story, with lots of saucy moments rather than hardcore sex, Enjoy!
“Shit, shit, shit.” We looked at Muriel as she shouted; the anxieties and uncertainties of the previous few weeks finally boiling over. The three of us were sat in Muriel’s cabin, watching the TV news, transfixed, like the rest of the nation, by the unfolding Covid disaster. As we had expected, the government, after weeks of flipping and flopping, had finally announced a lockdown, all but essential businesses to close and nobody to travel unless absolutely necessary.
“I know I should be more concerned with all the poor souls who are getting sick or dying but I just can’t believe our bad luck. After years of this place literally falling apart around me we’re finally back on our feet and now we have to close.” You could see Muriel’s anger turning to despair, tears beginning to well up as Suzi pulled her close and comforted her.
I was half watching them and half listening to the news, “They say the government is going to put in a raft of measures to support businesses and workers affected.” As I conveyed this message I could see Muriel wasn’t convinced, “The support will probably be based on previous year’s earnings, which in our case there wasn’t any.” She had a point but I was trying to stay upbeat and optimistic. “Why don’t we wait till all the details are out and we’ll see what support we’re entitled to and I’m sure between the three of us we can come up with some ideas of something we can do.” They both nodded and I went and fetched a bottle of wine from the kitchen, thinking there was no point just sitting around moping.
“Here’s to staying healthy and to keeping this place afloat.” As I raised a toast, Muriel smiled for the first time in days, hugging us both and thanking us for being there with her.
The next few days were a blur, lots of phone calls cancelling bookings, us trying to find out what the new rules really meant in reality and above all the seemingly inexorable rise in the number of Covid cases and unfortunately Covid deaths.
I think we were all in shock, worried about our families who we could no longer visit and worried about the nudist camp, which was our home, and whether it could survive.
We busied ourselves, Muriel and Suzi dealing with customers and members, many of whom were long term friends of Muriel and thankfully weren’t asking for their yearly fees back, not yet anyway. I concentrated on finding out what supports might be available and on the day to day maintenance that still needed to be done.
Muriel was right, she wasn’t entitled to any payments but what was good news was that many business taxes and rates were either cancelled or put on hold. Also, although me and Suzi had never really been paid much, getting our food and lodgings plus a couple of bob whenever we needed it; as employees we were entitled to furlough payments, which meant that we were entitled to 80% of our monthly wage, paid by the government.
We had never really hassled Muriel over money, happy to have enough to get by on and seeing working and living at the camp as more of an enjoyable, erotic adventure than a job. We were aware that Muriel had us down as full time employees, for insurance and tax reasons. I was looking forward to having some fun and winding Muriel up a bit.
“So apparently you can claim 80% of our wages from the government, how much do we get paid a month?” I asked Muriel as we were all sat around having breakfast.
In the months and months we’d spent with Muriel, through some of the wildest, happiest, naked sexual shenanigans imaginable, I had never seen Muriel lost for words or look embarrassed, but now she was.
We let her stew for a short while before Suzi couldn’t keep a straight face anymore, bursting out laughing and hugging Muriel before saying. “We knew you were cooking the books a bit to help keep this place stay afloat, we didn’t mind. Now it might be beneficial.”
Smiling sheepishly she said “You earn £1100 a month each, I claimed a lot of it back for food and lodgings, I think I might have you’re pay slips around somewhere.” I think we were both in a bit of shock at the amount. I did some quick maths and said, “That’s £880 a month you’ll get for each of us which will definitely help keep the wolf from the door.” Before adding “I’m more upset that Suzi was getting paid the same as me, after all I’m the big balls of the operation.”
“David darling, as delightful as your big balls are, Suzi’s beautiful face, tits and fanny are far more appealing.” Muriel was back to herself.
She explained that her accountant was an old friend from when they were all hippies and that she’d get onto him to sort it all out. “He’s a bit of an old lech but harmless enough.” We smiled at each other, every old friend of Muriel’s we’d heard about, male and female, were described in terms of their sexual behavior, lecherous, tart, slapper etc. Each one we’d met had been charming if a bit quirky. “He’s been threatening to visit ever since he read about Suzi’s Lady Godiva outing,”
The £1100 only existed on an accountant’s spreadsheet but now, even after deductions, we’d be getting a nice chunk of money coming in every month. Myself and Suzi, despite Muriel’s objections, immediately decided we’d split the money three ways.
It was a relief to know about the money and that we wouldn’t be homeless or penniless. We weren’t surprised that once we knew our own situation was going to be ok that Muriel’s attention turned to how to help others and maybe have some fun along the way.
It seemed from the news and from the net that those who could work from home would be encouraged to do so and had a short period of time in which to relocate closer to family if they wished to. We were sat around in the office talking about this when the phone rang; as Muriel answered it and began to listen, a smile crept across her face.
“How lovely to hear from you.”
“What? Yes of course you can, it will be wonderful to see you.”
“Yes, we had it upgraded only a few weeks ago.”
“Wonderful, see you tomorrow about 11.”
We looked at Muriel expectantly, her grin widening by the second. “Do you remember Ann, James’ sister? She was one of the models for James’ Riebicke-esqe photo shoot last year.”
I found myself smiling and felt a stirring in my groin, “Of course I remember her, very pretty blond girl, really bubbly personality.”
“Not to mention that she had a great ass and tits and that she gave you a blowjob.” Suzi said this with a smirk on her face.
I smiled back, “Oh yeah I nearly forgot that. Anyway it was you who told her to give me the blowjob whilst you were wrestling naked with Jenna, and James was taking near Gynecological pictures of you.”
Suzi smiled as if to say touché, “God that was hot, those photos didn’t leave much to the imagination did they.” I watched as Suzi bit her bottom lip and squeezed her legs together at the memory.
“Well anyway.” Muriel said, breaking the spell, “Ann has asked if she can rent out one of the chalets for the lockdown, says she couldn’t bear to be cooped up with her three brothers and father, but doesn’t want to be too far away either.
She says she’s able to work from home as long as we have good Wi-Fi, which we do now.”
Muriel had been opposed to spending money on good broadband, arguing that people preferred not to be bothered with such things when on holiday, after much haranguing we had convinced her otherwise.
“She’s coming tomorrow at 11 with her boyfriend.”
“Bad luck Dave. I wonder if I should give her boyfriend a blowjob, I mean fairs fair.” It was my turn to smirk.
The next day was unseasonably damp and cold for late March, with the temperature never creeping much above zero and even Muriel forgoing her usual early morning naked jaunt. We just sat around chatting and waited for Ann
She arrived just before eleven in a white van with BJ’s Audio-Visual Services emblazoned on the side. We just smiled at each other and shook our heads. Ann got out first and was bursting with energy, almost tripping over her full length wool coat as she ran towards Muriel, arms spread for a big embrace. Muriel is a very loving, touchy-feely sort of person but I think even she was a bit taken aback.
When they broke the embrace Ann was still a bit high, talking rapidly. “Oh Muriel I’ve so wanted to meet you all again and thank you for all that you did for me and this blasted lockdown has given me the perfect opportunity to meet you all again and to build my business and I was hoping you would all be naked and I…”
“And who is this handsome chap?” Muriel interrupted her, as much to let her take a breath as anything else.
Ann turned around and smiled at the man standing a few feet behind her, a slightly embarrassed, shy grin on his face. “This everybody is Barry John Murphy, my wonderful boyfriend and technical whiz, known to one and all as BJ.”
We all said hi and then it was mine and Suzi’s turn for a joint Ann hug, Suzi unable to stop from whispering “trust you to have a boyfriend called BJ.” I think the three of us laughing helped to bring Ann back down to earth.
We had only met Ann for the one day when she had come to model for her brother James, but it had been such a wonderfully intimate and memorable day that her enthusiasm and joy at meeting us all again didn’t seem misplaced as Muriel ushered us all in out of the cold and offered refreshments.
“Who wants tea, who wants coffee, who wants wine?”
“I really shouldn’t but if you’re all having wine then I will.” Said Ann. We never seemed to need encouragement and the wine was duly poured, only BJ having tea as he might have to drive again later.