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Chapter One
Vanessa
A mature woman shouldn't do crazy things, which means the only conclusion I can reach about my mental health is that I've lost my mind. Why else would I accept an invitation to spend two weeks at a nudist resort in the South Pacific? A resort where clothing is forbidden and there are virtually no rules. I'm fifty-four years old, for heaven's sake. The most insane part of this whole adventure is that I jumped on a plane because I received a letter in the mail inviting me to do it.
You have won a free vacation at the Au Naturel Naturist Resort South Seas, the letter declared.Leave your old life behind and embark on an adventure where nothing is forbidden. Live the fantasy for two weeks at this all-inclusive resort.
"Ms. Stendahl, are you all right?"
I snap out of my trance and smile at the nice young man who stands behind the reception desk. "I'm fine, yes. My mind wandered for a minute, that's all.
"A lot of our guests experience the same thing when they land on Heirani Motu. They know it's a naturist resort, but they aren't fully prepared for what it's like." He offers me a cardboard folder and a keycard. "This is your welcome packet. We've set you up in a suite that overlooks the bay, and here's the key."
I've forgotten the sweet young man's name already, but fortunately, the employees here wear name tags. "Thank you, Emilio. You're the assistant manager, right?"
"Yes. James Bythesea, our general manager, will greet all the guests at the welcome ceremony. His wife, Holly, will be there too."
"When and where is the welcome ceremony?"
"In half an hour, on the main patio."
"Um, where is that?"
He grins and points behind me. "The main patio is right out there. You walked across it to get here."
"Right. Of course."
Yeah, I feel like a moron. Ever since my airline flight landed on Fiji at the Nausori International Airport, I'd gradually begun to feel like I'm entering an alternate universe. A small jet, piloted by an Australian who loves to gab, had brought me to this private island.
A bellhop leads me to my suite and carries all my bags inside while smiling and telling me how wonderful this island is. I'm getting the impression that the employees love this place as much as their guests must. I've been here for twenty minutes, and already I wish I could stay forever. I have a job and responsibilities waiting for me back home. My kids might be adults now, but I still feel like a mom who needs to take care of everyone.
Once I've tipped the bellhop, I finally take a moment to drink in the surroundings. What am I doing at a nudist resort? One where I am not allowed to wear clothes. If I want to visit Fiji or New Zealand while I'm here, I will need clothing. But on Heirani Motu, that's forbidden.
I glance down at my outfit. Should I strip now? Or wait until after the welcome ceremony? I grab the folder Emilio had given me and flip through the contents. On page one, it says, "Once you've checked in, please remove your clothing. This is a clothes-free resort." Okay, then. Time to strip.
Am I doing that yet? Not quite. I bite my lip. Then I kick off my sneakers and remove my gauzy overshirt, but I can't convince myself to take off the rest of my clothing.
Suck it up, woman. You're too old to give a damn what other people think of you.
I need to ease into this. That sounds like a good plan. So, I wander across the suite to the open patio. I can tell the glass doors as well as the windows that separate the patio from the suite itself are wide open, and there's a small hut out there too, which seems to be made of bamboo or palm fronds. I'm a high school science teacher, not a botanist.
But I need to forget about all that. For the next two weeks, I'm a nudist looking for a good time.
Oh, jeez. I sound like a teenage nymphomaniac.
I amble out onto the patio and admire the incredible scenery. The island of Heirani Motu boasts a big, jagged mountain and crystal-clear water surrounding it on all sides. But the most impressive element is, by far, the deep-blue sky. I live in America, where even tiny towns have skies marred by the contrails of airliners and other types of jets. But here, I can't see a single thing up there except for natural clouds. I wonder if this island is away from the commercial air traffic paths. Seems like it must be.
No more procrastinating. I strip off my clothes and toss them away, sucking in a deep, cleansing breath of tropical air.
But a breeze grabs my shirt, whisking it away.
"Shit!" I race to snatch it up before the shirt gets pulled away to who knows where, but the breeze picks up even more. "No, no, no!"
I slap my palms on the patio railing and curse under my breath. My shirt has flown away with the birds. Well, I am on a clothes-free island. Time to embrace the naughtiness.
Guests are starting to head for the main patio, though they don't seem to be in any hurry. We must have fifteen to twenty minutes left before we need to arrive at the patio for the welcome ceremony. I notice three men have stopped directly below my private patio. All of them are naked, of course. I can see the faces of two of them but the third man, who stands closest, has his back to me. His body captures my attention, and I can't stop admiring that physique. That's one tight ass. He must work out religiously. He has strong thigh muscles too, and his biceps could make even a ninety-year-old woman salivate.
Am I here for a fling? Or just to escape from my boring life back home? I'll think about the answer to that question later.
