A year in Washington, DC was all I could take. This is the second time I am retiring to lead a quieter and more enjoyable life. I arrived back in my adopted home state of Florida. I’ve been back a week, and already I am getting calls to jump back into politics. Today, I received a call from the Chairman of my state party to run for a County Commissioner’s seat in the district I live in. I declined, I’m done. All I want to do now is enjoy life, entertain, frolic naked, and have sex, lots of sex with men and women.

It’s been a full year since I lost my house to a flood from Hurricane Helene. A new house is being built. In the meantime, I have to rent a place to live. The condominium I want to move into isn’t available for a month. I needed a short-term home and couldn’t think of a better place than Paradise Lakes, the clothing-optional resort where I am a member. My accommodation is a furnished one-bedroom condo on the lake. It’s small, but it is only for a month.

My first day there was peaceful and uneventful. Spending a year buried in the catacombs of the granite structures in the nation’s capital has caused me to take on a pale and pasty complexion. I plan on spending my days poolside, naked, and trying to get my tan back. This morning, the sun was strong and I had to make sure I didn’t burn.

I stood and made a show of slathering sunblock all over my body. Taking my time so as not to miss an inch, my hands slowly massaged the lotion, first on my face and neck, then running my hands down my chest, spending a little extra time working the greasy cream on my nipples. I rubbed and pinched until they were erect. Several eyes were focused on me. Then I ran my hands down my torso and between my legs. I let out a slight moan, just loud enough for the people sitting near me to hear. Lastly, I bent over, coating my legs, exposing myself in an inviting manner. I’m certain the audience enjoyed my display.

One of the longtime residents of the resort, a gentleman named Vic, offered to apply sunblock to my back. He looked like he had been in the sun for twenty years. His body was muscular, his skin was chocolate brown, and he had a leathery look to it. He also sports an impressive length of rope dangling between his legs. I felt right at home, and I happily accepted his offer. As he finished covering my back, I bent forward so he would cover my ass. He was more than happy to oblige. I thanked him, and he went back to his lounge chair. That is the kind of place this is; everyone is willing to help each other.

There was a woman standing just outside the pool area who looked out of place. She wasn’t naked. That in itself wasn’t strange; people arrive and depart the grounds clothed. It was the way she was dressed and the way she was staring at me. She was young, but the dress she was wearing looked like something my grandmother would have worn. I am not shy, so I approached her.

“My name is Darlene. I noticed you were looking my way. Do we know one another?”

She was startled. “No. I’m sorry, I was watching you. You’re a beautiful woman, and I was admiring how confident you are. I’m new here and just a little nervous and self-conscious.”

“Oh, sweetie, don’t be. The wonderful thing about this place is that no one judges your looks. Young and old, thin or heavy, everyone has one thing in common. We all accept our bodies as they are. Everyone is apprehensive the first time. Come in, sit with me. This resort is clothing optional, except on the pool deck. Paradise Lakes has very few rules, but one is: no clothing is allowed in the pool area.”

She agreed and followed me to where I was sitting. As we were walking, I realized just how young she was. I was guessing around twenty years old. She had short red hair, and her eyes were ice-blue. The dress she was wearing gave no indication of what was covered. It had buttons in front, all the way to the hem below her knees. It appeared to be something she purchased at a thrift store. When we arrived at my lounge chair, she stood looking around with nervous anxiety.

“It’s okay, everyone is your friend here. Let me help you.”

She turned toward me so I could help her out of her dress. “You never told me your name.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m just so nervous. My name is… Patricia.”

I reached out to her and started to unbutton the dress, beginning at the top and working my way down. She stood still with her hands at her side, with her eyes shut. I could feel her breathing heavily as I slowly continued one button at a time. Her dress opened, exposing her milk white skin. By the time I released the third button, I saw she wasn’t wearing a bra. I went slow, letting her get used to the thought of her body being exposed. As I bent over to complete the task, her dress opened wide. When I stood and slid the dress off her shoulders, she let out a sigh as if she was relieved the task was over.

She stood like a statue for all to admire. Her breasts were full with dark nipples that stood out. Her pale skin emphasized a thick patch of red hair between her legs. I looked over at Vic, the person who applied the lotion on my ass. He was starting to become aroused, and as protocol at most clothing-optional resorts calls for, he covered his erection with a towel. When our eyes met, he gave me an approving look. Personally, standing next to her, I too was stimulated by her natural beauty.

I handed her my tube of SPF 50 lotion. “You need to apply sunblock. Your skin is so light, you’ll burn in minutes in the Florida sun. Do they call you Pat, Patti, or Patricia?”

“When I was in high school, they called me Red.”

“Okay, how do you like to be addressed now?”

She was reluctant to answer me. The frown on her face was slightly disturbing to me. I found this strange. It was a straightforward question and easy to answer. She let out a deep sigh and stood deep in thought.

Now my curiosity was piqued, so I pressed, “It’s not a difficult question.”

With what seemed like all the courage she could muster, she lifted her head and said, “A week ago, my name was Sister Patricia Nora. I walked out of the convent without telling anyone I was leaving. I guess you should call me Patty now.”

What is the possibility? Here I stood naked with a nun, and it wasn’t the first time. I didn’t know what she was going to say, but revealing that she was a runaway nun was not what I expected. You could’ve knocked me over with a feather. This was the second time I’d come across a nun who was questioning her calling. The first time was in Upstate New York a few years ago. I seem to be a magnet for trouble.

“What do you mean you walked out? Did you tell anyone? Don’t you think they’ll be looking for you?”

Patty took a deep breath and started to pour her guts out. “I left a long letter addressed to the Reverend Mother explaining that I was leaving. I need more in my life. I’m only nineteen years old and what the church calls a novice. It’s the time that you spend learning the ways of the church and shaping your devotion to Jesus Christ. The convent was going through some long-overdue renovations. Every day, I would watch several of the men working. I couldn’t help the feelings I was getting. The fantasies I was having made me discover that I needed to experience a man. I would watch them work, some of them without shirts, and I started to touch myself, giving me a feeling that I had never had before. It was then that I realized that I couldn’t commit to a life of chastity.”

I looked down at her flaming red bush and thought, ‘I can make you see Jesus and send you to heaven.’

“Like I said, Paradise Lakes is a ‘No Judgment Zone,’ not just in how you look. No one cares about your background, where you came from, or what you do outside this property. I’m happy for you that you figured that out now rather than years from now. Now turn around and let me coat your back before you fry in this sun.”

Her skin was soft and smooth. I took my time starting at her shoulders and working my way down the center of her back, similar to the way Vic took care of me. As I worked the lotion into her skin, I was becoming more aroused. She was making me damp, and I wanted to taste her. I started to knead the sunblock on her ass, and she flinched.

I laughed to lighten her mood. “Relax. The last thing you want is to burn there. You won’t be able to sit for days if you do.”

She did relax, and I ignored when she told me she wanted to experience the love of a man. Instead, I leaned into her and kissed her shoulder, hoping to get a reaction from her. Vic was still watching us, and I could tell his cock was like a tent pole under his towel. His eyes were glued on us, waiting to see what my next move would be.

Her body tightened up, and she said, “I’ve never been kissed by a woman.”

I ignored what she said as I continued to work the slippery oil onto her body. The last thing I wanted to do was make her nervous and uncomfortable, so I backed off and sat back on the lounge chair. Patty followed my lead, sitting between me and Vic. I don’t think she knew that Vic’s cock was rock solid just inches away. As he started to recede, he pulled away the towel covering his member. Patty stared down at it and gasped.

Vic is a large man and seems to be proud of his appendage, as he should be. It was as if Patty were in a trance. My thought was, ‘she has probably never been this close to a naked man before.’ She never took her eyes off his cock.

I leaned over and whispered, “It’s not polite to stare.”

She came out of her gaze and whispered back, “Oh, I’m sorry. It’s amazing. Are all men like that?”

“Like what?” I asked sarcastically.

“You know, like Vic. Big.”

My assumption was correct. I laughed inside. “There are showmen like Vic, then there are the growers; they start small, then stiffen up when needed. Take a look around, just don’t stare. You’ll see all different sizes here, sweetheart.”

Patty’s head started to scan the pool like a lighthouse beacon. Then she stopped and looked at me. I had a feeling I knew what her next question would be. Sure enough, I was right.

“Why are so many of the women here without pubic hair? Why do you shave?”

“It is a matter of preference and really is no single reason. For me, it is a clean feeling when I have sex, especially oral sex. Some women find the hair unappealing. Personally, I think a woman’s body is beautiful either way. I look at you and I think you are very appealing.”

For just a minute, I thought she might question my comment about oral sex. Instead, she put her head back, shut her eyes, and smiled. It was the first time she looked relaxed. We lay in silence for quite a while, enjoying the warmth of the sun, when I heard her moan. My eyes opened and found her running her fingers through her bush.

I reached out, touched her arm, and quietly said, “Patty, not out in the open. It is one of the rules of etiquette here. I have some fresh-brewed sweet tea. Let’s take a walk to my room.”

Patty seemed at ease with the suggestion and lifted herself off the lounge chair. As we started to walk, she reached out like a child taking their mother's hand. I turned, looking back at Vic. He smiled and winked at me. He knew exactly what was about to happen. For just a moment, I thought he might follow us, but he didn’t. The former Sister Patricia Nora was about to have an encounter that just a short time ago, she would have never considered.