Chapter 14: The Aftermath

I awoke Monday morning still sandwiched between my wife and daughter. Our positions had changed sometime during the night. I was snuggled into my daughter’s back with my cock wedge between her butt cheeks. My wife was snuggled in behind me with her breasts tightly hugging my back. Her nipples were hard and I could feel them making indentations on the skin of my shoulder blades.

As much as I would have liked to just lie there and enjoy the sensual feelings flood my body, I knew that there was work to do.

I called Rolf and Al and asked them to meet me in the community pod in 30 minutes.

I called Matt to hear what he knew about the three resorts.

“Fred and I are about to go out and survey the island,” Matt responded. “I can say that the resort buildings did not suffer any damage. I need to compliment James on his engineering prowess. I can give you a full report within an hour or two.”

My next call was to James. He sounded like he was exhausted. “Is everything okay with the northern compound?” I asked.

“Everything is good here,” he said. “The only thing we need to do is clean up the debris from the storm surge.”

“You sound exhausted. Are you okay?”

“I am a bit tired but not from the storm. I dare you to spend the night with Tryne and Kaat’je Vandenberg and not get exhausted. Those girls have become nymphomaniacs.”

I had no sooner ended my call to James when my phone beeped. I opened the text page and there was a picture of Kathy Larson. She was standing in front of the Guava Resort sign and she was totally naked.

Her text read, “Everything is good here. Will need you to inspect three places that need your expertise.”

My phone beeped three more times. The first was a picture of her mouth. The second was a picture of her shaved pussy. The last picture was her butt with a puckered rosebud.

I told Kathy that I would be there this afternoon.

Rolf, Al and I inspected Pineapple Island and the only thing we found was debris from the surge and a few trees that had been uprooted. Rolf said that the trees could be replanted and his crew could have the grounds cleaned up by late afternoon.

Rolf and Al would tour the other islands. I wanted to check-in with Jack in the computer pod. As normal, I found him sitting behind his array of computer screens.

“How is the hurricane doing?” I asked.

“God, Eddie, you don’t know how lucky we were.”

He showed me the computer track. “The eye of the storm hit Anguilla, the island nation just north of St. Maarten/St. Martin.”

On another screen was a real time feed of the devastation that the hurricane left in its wake. It looked like many of the scenes I saw while in Viet Nam after a B-52 bombing run. Buildings were leveled. Dead and wounded littered the streets. First responders and military from a dozen different countries were trying their best to help the Anguilla people.

Jack told me that the storm should hit the US & British Virgin Islands within the hour. Puerto Rico should be spared, only suffering high winds and surf. The next landfall would be the north shore of the Dominican Republic followed by the north shore of Cuba, before the storm moved in a more northerly track. By Wednesday it should be hitting the Florida Keys on track to make landfall somewhere near Naples, Florida. By then it should be a Cat-5 hurricane.

I immediately called the three resort managers and informed them that the current tracking showed that the hurricane would make land at or around Naples, Florida Wednesday or Thursday. Contact your guests and staff and offer any help that is needed in contacting family or friends.

“Jack, keep tracking the storm and give me any changes in the storm’s path.”

It was midafternoon when Ann and I left for Guava Island. Lizzy had given us six large boxes of t-shirts to take with us. As we neared the island, I called Kathy and told her to have a flatbed cart and two husky guys meet us at the dock.

Kathy Larson was manning the front desk as we entered the guest reception area. She was behind the counter and half hidden from our view. What we could see was her body from her tummy to her head and she was just as naked there as she was this morning. Her 34Ds glistened with a slight covering of sweat and her half inch nipples were hard.

Ann and I made it all the way to the registration counter before Kathy looked up and saw us. She made a mad dash around the counter and threw herself against my body. My hands went around her back as her arms pulled me into her embrace.

Kathy started wiggling her ass so that she could rub her pussy against my crotch. I moved my hands from her back so that I could cup her butt cheeks. Skin. All I felt was skin. Kathy was still as naked as she was this morning.

My wife was by my side as she watched Kathy’s naked body embrace me. “Kathy, you know that I am standing beside my husband while you flaunt your tight body trying to seduce him. And another thing, why are you naked anyway? We have rules for the staff against being naked during working hours, especially when in public areas.”

Kath said, “Ann Moran, are you jealous that I might steal your husband away from you? And as far as your comment on nudity goes, we have permission to be naked anywhere on the resort grounds or public structures.”

“Kathy, what you just did with my husband did not make me jealous. It actually made my pussy wet. But let’s get back to the larger problem. Who gave you permission to be nude in public?”

Kathy and my wife are strong willed women and it was fun watching the interaction between the two of them.

“My boss, Matt Twain, gave me permission to be naked anytime and anywhere on this island. I went to him representing the guests with a suggestion. This island was built to provide an area for swingers and swappers to openly express their sexual proclivities in public without the fear of retribution or guilt. Part of that is being nude anytime, anywhere. Matt agreed and this island is now a nudist island.”

“I can understand that and I agree with the reasoning. But I still don’t understand how that applies to the staff.”

“Matt asked me that same question. I told him that if our guests are nude, then the same opportunity should be given to our staff. By allowing our staff to be naked it will reduce tensions and give the opportunity for staff and guests to bond in a way clothed people can’t. Matt agreed with one exception. Food service personnel must have pussies and cocks covered while working.”

My wife said, “And your staff agrees with the nudity option?”

“Yes, they do. Well 99.9% do.”

“So you do have employees that are not comfortable with the clothing optional plan?”

Kathy smiled and said, “One. He agrees to the clothing optional, it’s just that he will not participate.”

“Well,” my wife said. “That shouldn’t be a problem. Just transfer him to another resort.”

“I can’t do that. He is my assistant general manager.”