She looked ahead and saw the swimming pool. Tom said it was heated. Maybe I’ll be brave and take a swim. That was the only place where nudity was absolutely required. She walked to the gate before noticing that someone was swimming already. With the gate shielding her somewhat, she peeked through to see if it was male or female. She didn’t mind being nude in front of another woman.
Raising his head out of the water, Chuck vaulted himself out of the pool. Marti gasped seeing him naked. He was beautiful – muscular and tanned. And I walked away from that last night. Unaware of her presence, Chuck walked into the men’s room.
Marti stood rooted by the gate. Her heart pounded. What should I do? Leave. Stay. Pretend I’m just arriving as he comes out. Will he be nude? Will I die from embarrassment?
Her questions were all answered when Chuck walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist. They met at the gate.
"Good Morning, Marti. Are you coming for a swim?"
"Hi, Chuck. I was thinking about it. But only if I had the place to myself."
"I’m just leaving. Help yourself," he grinned down at her. "Nude swimming’s mighty nice."
Walking away he couldn’t resist looking back over his shoulder. He saw her peel off her clothes and slide into the water. She has the spirit of a nudist if she gets over her shyness.
Marti sighed in the heated water. She rolled over onto her back and looked up at the early sun. What a delicious feeling – the water slicing across her breasts and back. Turning she lowered her head swimming laps to build cardio. Hey, I could get used to this. Finishing her laps, she ran from the pool to the dressing room and dried her skin with her T-shirt.
Shirley welcomed her with a cup of coffee as she walked through the door. "Were you swimming with Chuck? I know he does laps early."
"He finished as I walked up so I had the pool to myself. You’d be proud of me – my first nudist experience."
Shirley gave her a hug, "Thank you, my brave girl. What did you think?"
"I would be fine with people I know. It’s being nude with everyone that bothers me."
Moving to the kitchen, Marti noticed a little limp in Shirley’s step. She followed her to the breakfast bar where they shared eggs over the morning paper. Gathering their plates Marti stood and cleared the bar. When she glanced at her aunt, Shirley’s head was bowed and her eyes blinking. "Are you OK?" Marti asked.
"Oh, yes, it’s just a twitch, nothing to worry about."
"Do you have any honey-dos for me this morning?" Marti asked.
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