Chapter 66

"I'm having second thoughts about this," Krissi said as they pulled into the parking lot at the Naturalist Park.

"Oh?" Devlin glanced at her friend. "What's the problem?"

"The sun," Krissi said, gesturing at the sun-drenched parking lot. "You know how I tan. I'm going to look like a lobster by the time we leave. I can already feel the sun burning my arm."

"You're just now realizing all this?" Devlin asked. She eased into the parking space and turned off the engine.

"Well... yeah." Krissi looked around. "I guess I didn't really think about it." She watched a family with three little kids carrying groceries toward the gate. "At least we've both been nude in front of people before."

"This is probably the first time I've been nude and it's not been a sexual situation," Devlin said. She opened the door and popped the trunk.

"I figure, what they heck," Krissi said. "They can like what they see. Is there anything I can carry?"

"Get the sample case. If we each take a mannequin, that'll help. I'll have to come back for the rest."

"I wonder what sunscreen she uses," Krissi said quietly. She was watching a woman who was just as blonde as she was. "I think I'll keep my shorts and top on for now."

"We'll probably both be naked by the end of the day," Devlin said. She picked up the box with her videos and promotional material. "Sabrina said most people wait until they get to their trailer before getting rid of their clothes. They're easier to carry that way."

"I'd wondered how they did this," Krissi said after they'd checked through the gate. "I couldn't see them just having a gate you drive up to, and everybody's naked on the other side of it."

"You can't have that," Devlin said. "Otherwise you'd have people driving by gawking, just like they do at strip clubs and titty bars. Privacy is a big thing here."

"We've talked about this before," Krissi said, looking at an older nude couple walking by hand in hand. "The puritans would be at the head of the line, thinking that there has to be a whole lot of sex going on. After all, people are naked, aren't they?" She smiled tolerantly. "I don't know why they object. Where do they think little Puritans come from?"

"Aren't they found under cabbage leaves?" Devlin asked with a straight face. "Or maybe they believe there really is a bird involved. Anyway, when I thought about it I realized that the fence surrounding this place protects the prudes from all this skin."

"True. Is Sabrina putting us up at her place?"

Devlin shook her head. "Her brother's visiting, and he got the room. We've got a trailer, instead." Devlin dug a note out of her purse. "We're in Number 26. We'll have to ask for directions when we get the key at the building next to the pool."

"I take it that's where the mannequins and other things go?"

"That's where I'm doing my presentation later this afternoon."

"Kind of funny selling bras to a bunch of nudists," Krissi said.

"They're women," Devlin said with a shrug. "Boobs are boobs, and a gal needs support. It's really that simple."

"Hey, Devlin!" The voice was familiar. Devlin looked around, surprised. A nude, bronzed Karen was waving at them.

"What are you doing here?" Devlin asked when Karen caught up with them. "I didn't know you were a nudist."

"I've been one most of my life," Karen said. "I live out here during the summer, writing up all of the material I collected during the rest of the year. What about you?"

"I'm giving a sales presentation," Devlin said. "Krissi sort of tagged along."

"First time here?"

"For both of us."

"You'll like it. This is a great place, and believe me, I've seen the others here in the state. What time's your presentation?"

"Sabrina told me 3:30. It should take about an hour."

"I'll be there," Karen said. "See you guys later."

"That was unexpected," Krissi said as Karen went back to a chaise lounge.

"Did she ever interview you?" Devlin asked.

"No, not officially. I thought you could answer for both of us."

A somewhat harried looking gal showed them to the right room. It was a standard classroom layout with chairs with little desks in rows, and a large table in front.

"Okay," Devlin said, "let's put everything on the table. I'll come back in a bit and rearrange things."

With a sigh of relief Krissi dumped off what she was carrying. "You said Number 26?"

"Hang on and I'll go with you." Devlin checked through what she'd brought. She had the slide projector, the VCR, and two mannequins left to bring in.

They got the key and fresh bed linens at the office. Number 26 was like all the others, a single-wide trailer surrounded by a bit of greenery, and a sign out front with the number 26. There was a flyer taped to the door.

"Dinner tonight is barbecued spareribs," Devlin said, reading the flyer. "It's $5.95 a person and starts at 7:00 at the clubhouse."

"Beats either of us cooking," Krissi said. She unlocked the door. "This could get ugly. I believe an aluminum trailer in the sun is another word for oven." When she opened the door a cool breeze washed over them.

"I like this already," Devlin said. She went back out and looked at the other side of the trailer. "I don't see an air conditioner, how are they doing it?"

"Beats me," Krissi said. "I'm just going to enjoy it." She turned on a light and took in the Spartan surroundings. "Well, it isn't elegant." The trailer was arranged in a standard layout, with a dining area in front, a kitchen next, and bedrooms in the back.

"I think the idea is that you don't spend time in here," Devlin said. She dumped her purse and the bag she'd brought on the front table next to Krissi's laptop. "I'll be back, I want to get the rest of my stuff out of the car."

"I'll probably be by the pool," Krissi said. She started digging through the bag she'd brought. "I'll be the one in the dark glasses checking out all of the men."

"Most of them aren't hunks."

"No, but they're men, and they're naked. That works for me."

Devlin laughed and returned to her car. She didn't have the same reluctance to taking off her clothes in public that most women had, but all the other times she'd been nude had been either in a locker room, which didn't really count, or at sex parties where she was nude so it was easier to get laid.

The first time she'd seen a couple naked had been a shock. She'd compared herself to the women—they were older and sagged a bit—and then she'd feasted on the men, their shoulders, their arms, their chests, their butts, and their cocks. She'd drooled over a room full of naked men, and had gotten so turned on that night, she almost couldn't stand it.

That was certainly a lot different than here. Here it was hands-off. Don't touch. Be aware of the guy's cock, be aware of the gals boobs and butts, but hands-off. Be aware, but really don't quite look. It was hard looking at a guy and not thinking of dragging him off to the nearest mattress, but she vowed to rise above it.

Devlin loaded the slide projector and VCR on the little hand cart she'd bought. Hooking up the equipment took only a few minutes. The VCR decided to be balky and wouldn't work. She was tracing the power cables to it when Sabrina showed up.

"Still dressed I see," her friend said. She was naked, but was carrying a towel in one hand.

"Stripping is part of the sales presentation," Devlin replied without looking up.

"Does everything work? I can have one of my maintenance volunteers help you if you have a problem."

"Please do," Devlin said. "The VCR won't turn on, and I'm not sure why."

"Other than that," Sabrina said, "are you having any problems?"

"I haven't circulated enough to know."

"You should get out and walk around a bit before the meeting. I think you'll find it all right?"

"I'll be nude, or nearly so."

"It's not like we sit there in chairs with our legs stretched wide open, Devlin. Want some advice? Wear bikini bottoms instead of shorts. You can swim in them, you can't do that very well in shorts."

"That sounds like the voice of experience."

"Who, me?" Sabrina laughed. "No, that's just an observation from years of nudity. Remember, I grew up at a place just like this one. Until we moved to Illinois, I spent most of my time nude. Mother had a hard time getting me into clothes. I didn't see the point of them."

"Where were you living?"

"On the Southwest coast of Florida. The only time I wore anything was when we went into town, and then I wore a simple sheath dress, something I could pull on in just a few seconds. Still do, most of the time when I'm away from here."

"Have you been wearing a bra since you got your boob job? You need one now."

Sabrina nodded. "I didn't believe what you used to tell me, you know, about how comfortable it felt to wear one. The only bra I had when I was in high school pinched rather badly."

"Is that why you wore camisoles so often?"

"When you were as flat as I was, you didn't need support." She glanced down at her chest. "These things stick straight out, and I didn't think I'd need one now, either." She laughed self-consciously. "The first time I went for a brisk walk I went right into town and bought a half-dozen."

"You should have called me. I could have saved you some money and given you a better fit."

"Yeah, I thought of that afterwards. I supposed you make a lot of money off of women who get boob jobs."

"I'm listed as a preferred provider by Blue Cross Blue Shield of Illinois. Most of the women who come see me have had reduction surgery, and have a hard time finding the right fit. But that's another story. I should be ready to go in an hour."

Sabrina glanced at the clock on the wall. "That stills give you at least an hour to kill. When you're set up in here, come look me up. I'll be in my office doing the accounts."

The handyman soon fixed the problem with the VCR—the plug she'd been using only drew power when the lights were on—and Devlin went looking for Sabrina. She found her with Krissi. They were both watching the men around the pool as they talked.

"This is one of the great things about being a gal," Sabrina said. "We can get turned on, and hardly anybody knows it. Makes me glad I'm not a guy. Some of them can't help it, especially around here."

Krissi giggled. "You mean guys get..." Her voice trailed off as her finger came up, mimicking a stiffening cock.

"That's considered very socially improper around here," Sabrina said.

"I'm afraid I'm going to spend half my time here taking care of things."

"It'll pass," Sabrina predicted. "If you stay here for any length of time you'll get so you look at a guy and not get aroused."

"That's a shame."

"Take a swim and cool off, that's what most women do."

"I... I don't know. There's something really erotic about water glistening on bare skin."

Sabrina laughed. "Girl, if you put your mind to it, there's something erotic everywhere you look around here. You're just going to have to rise above it."

Krissi sighed. "I know." She ran her thumb around the waistband of her bikini. "I suppose I should remove this."

"Your choice. If it'll make you feel better, you could remove your top."

Krissi reached behind her neck and untied her halter.

"That wasn't hard, was it?"

"Not as hard as it would be for most girls," Krissi said. She poured sunscreen on her breasts and began coating them. "I spent most of my teenage years in the Netherlands, and most of the beaches there are topless."

"That's right, you mentioned something about that." Sabrina looked curious. "Is that common over there?"

"If you've got 'em, flaunt 'em," Krissi said. "A gal over there is expected to show off, not like here." She paused as a gaggle of squealing kids ran past and jumped in the pool. "When you're outside of the US, the place seems so fuddy and repressed."

"It does when you're here at the resort, too," Sabrina said. She looked up. "Hi, Devlin, I didn't see you standing there."

"Just taking in the sights," Devlin replied. "I'm going to go back to the trailer for a bit. I want to change before the presentation."

"You're all business today. You should relax."

"I'm all business today because the presentation is business. I'll relax afterward."

She left Sabrina and Krissi to talk. When she got back to the trailer she undressed and took the vibrator out of her purse. She had a few things to get out of her system, including a great view of all of those naked male butts she'd enjoyed from Sabrina's office.

Most of the guys weren't great physical specimens. They were just average guys that you saw on any street in town. She'd learned that when she'd first started going to Emma's. That didn't matter; they were male, and they were naked. And whether their cocks were long or short, flapping against their thighs or buried beneath their belly, they were cocks. And she had a deep interest in them. Real deep. Just exactly where her vibrator could reach.

Afterwards, after a couple of 'afterwards', she took a quick shower, put on her bikini, and headed back to the clubhouse. She was feeling a lot better—it was amazing how a climax could improve your outlook on the day—and she had her final prep work to do.

She hadn't been sure how many people she'd get. She was surprised when 35 finally seated themselves around the classroom. Devlin took a breath, settling into 'presentation mode' where she partially tuned the people out. They were all naked, all sitting on towels, most with their legs crossed. They were in all shapes and sizes, short, tall, skinny, fat, or somewhere in between. They were all women—the one man who'd popped his head in was the maintenance guy, and he just stayed long enough to remind her to call him if there were any problems. They all had breasts, whether they were perky or pendulous, and she was here to address them.

"Good afternoon," she said when everyone had grown quiet. "I'm Devlin McCabe, I work for Good Foundations. We have been supporting women for about 10 years. Literally. We make and sell custom-fit bras at shopping mall prices to women all over the country.

"Let me tell you a little about myself before we get started." She queued up the first few slides. "This is me as a teenager. Every year, on my birthday, my mother would take a series of photos of me. As you can see, I had a growing problem." She reached behind her and undid the top of her bikini, letting her breasts drop free. "As you can see, I still have that problem."

"God, their bigger than mine," a woman in the front row said. "You poor dear."

"Because of these," Devlin said, smiling at the woman, "I went looking for a bra that I could wear, a bra that would support them, and not kill my back or wallet, and was pretty, not like those 'containment' bras that our grandmothers wore. I found..."

Unlike some of her other presentations, this audience was very attentive. They asked a lot of questions, and nobody was at all self-conscious about getting measured. She'd planned on an hour; at the end of more than two hours she was beat. But they were interested, they were asking questions, they were trying things on—it was fun.

Only one question threw her for a loop. "If your boobs weigh so much," one woman with small breasts said, "why did you get implants."

"These are all me," Devlin said. She dug around for the slides she'd brought just for this question. She normally didn't show these, but with this audience that wasn't a problem. "I took these pictures on my birthday. I had a Polaroid camera, and these will show you something."

The slides were of Devlin, nude from the waist up. "I took these on my birthday, each year; I don't exactly remember why." She did, but she wasn't going to tell anyone here. "This first one is of me when I was 13. The next one, I'm 14."

"You were 14?" a woman asked, staring at the picture. Devlin, at 14, was bigger than the woman asking the question.

"Most of the girls in my high school gym class were just getting out of their training bras," Devlin said, "and I needed a B cup. I grew a cup size a year when I was in high school. Fortunately for my back, I stopped growing when I was 17." She glanced down at her breasts. "At least I think I've stopped growing. Goodness knows what I'll do if these get much bigger."

"And you're... ?"

"34DD."

"God," the woman said. "You have such a tiny back! You poor thing."

"I've considered breast reduction surgery more than once," Devlin admitted. "So far, I haven't."

"I'm sorry for what I said," the woman told her, looking at the last picture. "I'd hate to be that big."

"It can be a royal pain," Devlin said. "And don't even get me started on the problems I have with clothes."

Several women in the audience chuckled sympathetically. With that interruption out of the way, Devlin sailed through the rest of her sales presentation.

Half an hour after they left Devlin put the last of the receipts in her planner, and stuffed that in her purse. She had 16 orders, and from the comments she'd heard, she expected that number to grow to at least 20 before she left.

That done, she methodically covered herself with sunscreen. Like most women, her breasts didn't see the sunshine—they were a pale white compared to the rest of her body—and she most definitely didn't want them to burn.

The day was warm and sunny, with a few clouds in the sky. Devlin stopped as a bunch of kids ran past her, then smiled as they disappeared around the corner. They had looked like they were intent upon some serious fun, wherever they were going.

She settled down on the patio next to the large pool—120 feet by 65 feet. Behind her was the one permanent building, the clubhouse with the offices, meeting rooms, a pair of restrooms, and an outdoor shower. There was a pair volleyball courts beyond the pool, and several games were in progress. To her right was a shaded area, several trees surrounding and interspersed among a dozen picnic tables. Next to that were swings, teeter-totters, and other playground equipment, including something that involved a slide that ended in a wading pool. It seemed to be very popular with the younger kids. Off to her left she could see a backstop for a baseball diamond, along with three horseshoe pits. Also to her left, she knew, was a basketball court. She could hear the constant thump-thump-thump of a game in progress. She idly wondered if it was coed, and if so, how did people concentrate on the game.

"Have you seen the newest edition?" Sabrina said from beside her.

"Oh, hi! I was going to come looking for you. Where've you been keeping yourself?"

Sabrina grimaced. "Paperwork. You wouldn't believe the amount of paperwork I have to fill out and keep current."

"Oh, I don't know. I image there's quite a lot."

"Mostly the State Board of Health. We have a public pool, and we have to constantly test it for cleanliness." She chuckled. "I tried to have the State to come out here to test it, but for some reason they decided they didn't want to."

"For some reason!" Devlin laughed. "They'd probably spend so much time staring that they wouldn't get any work done."

"That was the idea. We keep this pool cleaner than most people. This is just harassment, plane and simple."

"What was this new thing you were going to show me?"

"Oh! Oh that! Sure, c'mon this way." Sabrina skirted the pool and led the way down through the picnic area.

"Ever get many problems with people flying overhead, gawking?" Devlin asked.

"Some," Sabrina said. "We have a couple of pilots who come out here, and if someone comes over too low they get the N-number and call the FAA. We haven't had anyone try that in at least a year."

She stopped at the edge of the trees and gestured in front of her. "Last year we doubled our size. Oh, we already owned the land, we've only used about a tenth of the land we actually own, but we hadn't done much with it. Still haven't, though I've got a couple of interesting ideas sitting on my desk. But this we could do."

"A golf course?" Devlin asked.

"Nine holes, so far, and each hole is a par 3. One of our members got the idea from visiting a hotel in the Los Angeles area. They had a golf course tucked in behind the hotel."

"I know golf's popular, but at a nudist resort?"

"Why not? Nothing says golfers can't be nudists, or vice versa."

"I thought you had to dress in weird clothes to be a golfer. You know, clashing colors, checks with stripes, and plaid, definitely plaid. You know, stuff like that."

Sabrina laughed. "Oh, that's good. Come to think of it, the ones I see on TV seem to like plaid a lot. The women on the LPGA tour don't, and neither do we, obviously."

"Of course not. Do any of the local golfers play this course?" Devlin saw a foursome standing on one of the greens.

"Several have asked, and I think one or two have applied for membership. But since this is a private club, we can set the rules how we want. And we're not clothing optional. Nudity is a requirement to play this course."

"It looks like you have some golfers already."

Sabrina grinned. "They were already members. They helped build the course. Two of the local golfers went to court to force us to let them play here. The judge ruled in our favor, pointing out that we were a private club and we could have our private rules, so long as we didn't discriminate on the basis of race, creed, color, or sex. The judge seemed rather amused that our only requirements were that you had to join the resort, and you had to play the course nude."

"I can just see the average golfer out here," she said. "A dedicated golfer wouldn't let all of the skin bother him." She followed the distant flight of a golf ball as it arched up above the course, then settled abruptly, landing in one of the sand traps. "Or are they that dedicated?"

"I expect we'll get a few new members out of this. We have reciprocal membership with a number of other clubs, camps, and resorts, and people from there come here to play the course. That's helped pay for this. Golf courses require a lot more care than I first thought. We have to water the whole thing every day, and tend to the fairways and greens constantly.

"We're talking about expanding this to 18 holes and making the back nine average out at par 4, but we don't have the money for more that, at least right now." She looked at her friend. "Have you thought of taking up golf?"

"Actually I have," Devlin replied. She jiggled her chest. "I'm not very good at it, though, for a couple of very obvious reasons. They'll be even more in the way if I play naked."

"Maybe, and maybe not," Sabrina said. "At least give it a try before you leave."

Devlin shrugged. "We'll see. I've been playing a lot of softball, though. My coach told me I'd swing better if I didn't have such a big chest. She should talk, she barely fills an A cup. Last week she suggested I find a sports bra that squeezes them out of the way rather than just supports them. It's obvious she's never looked at sports bras." She sighed. "At least I'm learning to throw."

"So you don't 'throw like a girl'?" Sabrina laughed. "I've developed that problem lately. I must say, getting a boob job threw off a lot of things. You know, there are a few people who are always looking for people who play softball." She pointed at a tall, muscular guy hitting fungos. "Craig and his wife do a lot of youth softball with the Boys and Girls Clubs in Springfield; they're always pestering me for more players here at the resort." She called his name and waved.

The guy came trotting over. Devlin tried not to watch the way his cock bounced around as he moved. She focused on his chest, and then decided that wasn't helping, and took a deep interest in his hair.