The landscape was uninteresting. The conversation non-existent.At the resort, there was a tubby chap in a knit shirt and shorts waiting under the awni...g."Oh, Dr. Hollister," he began. "I'm so glad to meet you, this has been so distressing." And he extended a moist palm."Well. Let me dump my stuff in my room and you can tell me all about the 'bugs'." Right, right. Unh. Jonny, could you take Dr. Hollister to number 4?"Jonny, who was my silent chauffeur, walked into the lobby, took a key from a. “I don’t bite,” she cooed before adding, “Unless you’re into that sort of thing.” He still looked unsure and she rolled her eyes with a huff before taking a small step back and slipping out of her soaked bra, dropping it to the shower floor with a splat. She ran her hands over her tits and looked invitingly at him. Her eyes flicked down to his erection and widened slightly. She hadn’t realized he was so big! She got wet just thinking of the feeling of fitting him inside her. When he didn’t. I kissed her eyes. She said nothing for many minutes but I could tell she was almost purring. Eventually she disentangled herself from me, stood and taking my hand guided me to stand and then led me to the bedroom and as she led the way she discarded her dress. As I followed her up the stairs I watched her buttocks move with a sway that was graceful, almost as if her hips were connected to her body by some soft elastic material. In the doorway of her bedroom she stopped, turning to face me. My. When Ron got home I told him about our conversation that day and he played it off. Dad asked about the nude beaches and our being nude around the house and Ron explained that we both liked being nude and it was no big deal to us. I asked dad if he would be uncomfortable if we went nude while he was visiting and he said it was our home and he did not want to intrude. After we got up from dinner Ron and I both undressed and we watched some TV and just hung out the rest of the evening. I could.