Paris stood in front of the mirror and gave her naked body a once over before showing it to the world. At twenty-eight, she was in good shape. A regimen of cycling, swimming, and regular trips to the gym had given her a lean, slightly muscular body. She, at least, was pleased with the results.

After a couple deep breaths to steel herself, Paris turned and headed outside. She often went nude in her apartment and was frequently naked in front of other women in change rooms. However, this was the first time that Paris had gone nude in a more or less public place. It was a nudist resort, which gave some privacy, but was quite active with lots of strangers around to see her. Of course, they would be naked, too.

Paris followed a short path to the beach, then walked along the shore. She had arrived after lunch, so it was already late afternoon. The beach was rather quiet with just a smattering of sunbathers around.

A few pairs of eyes came Paris’ way as she walked. She felt a bit giddy knowing that her body was getting some attention. Her own eyes did some roaming of their own. The beach had a real mix of bodies without a single swimsuit in sight.

Midway along, Paris turned and waded out into the lake. When the water was waist-deep, she dipped under. Even though it was late June, the water was still a bit chilly. After splashing around a bit, enjoying her first time swimming naked, Paris stood up. The breeze hit her body, leaving her with goosebumps and erect nipples.

Returning to shore, Paris found an empty beach chair and lay down. The sun’s rays quickly dried and warmed her body.

“Good afternoon and welcome to Big Pine Lake,” said a voice to her right.

She turned, smiling, to see an older man in the next lounge. The man smiled and toasted her with a beer bottle. He looked to be in his late fifties or even sixties, but in decent shape for that age. White was salted through the man’s chest and facial hair, and he had a bit of a “dad bod” as she and her friends called it. A large cock rested on his belly, giving Paris a bit of a thrill as her gaze fell on it.

“Thank you. Good afternoon to you. I’m Paris,” she responded.

“I’m Rich. That’s my name, not my bank account,” the man quipped back, “So you from Paris or just got tagged with the name?”

Paris giggled and told him, “Never even been there. My parents picked it for some reason that I forget now. Possibly I was conceived there.”

“You’ll always have Paris, anyhow. Unless you change your name,” Rich joked, “You here alone?”

“Yeah, I am. I’m having a bit of a rough year and decided I needed a break. I like being nude so when I came across the place online, I decided to give it a try. You?”

Rich responded, “My wife and I used to come here every summer for a decade until the Big C called time on her. I stayed away for a couple years after I buried her but started coming again last year. It’s a nice place to leave your life for a bit, kick back and let go.”

“So, since you’re an experienced visitor, is there really a swinging scene here?” Paris asked, remembering some rather steamy reviews.

“Yeah, there is. It gets exaggerated a bit in the reviews but it happens. Amanda and I used to open our relationship while on holidays. We would find another partner or couple for some fun while we were here. I haven’t participated since I started coming alone, though. You interested? I could introduce you to some folks.”

“Not sure. I came mainly to unwind, but I am kind of curious. Maybe I’ll take a rain check for now and just see what happens.”

“Go with the flow. Good policy, Paris.”

“How’s the gym? I need to check it out.”

“Good,” Rich answered, “They renovated it during my time away. New building, new equipment, hired a couple trainers to run classes. You need to be wearing at least shorts on the equipment but some of the aerobics and yoga classes are nude.”

Paris nodded, “Good to know. I sometimes do yoga in the nude when I’m home alone but I have never done it with a group.”

She stretched, then got up. Her eyes fell on Rich’s cock again. It looked big and Paris mused about how it would appear when erect. But he said he wasn’t participating in swinging anymore, so she figured that getting a ride on it was probably not happening.

“I’ll see you around,” she said, “I want to check things out some more. Thanks for the information.”

“Any time, Paris,” he responded.

She sensed his gaze running down her body. Was Rich showing interest?

As she walked up to the gym, Paris passed a woman walking the other direction. The woman looked younger than Rich, maybe in her forties. She had long red hair that practically shone in the sun. Her body was quite curvy, with wide hips, thick thighs, and huge, soft breasts. Her mound was clean-shaven, leaving Paris wondering if she was also a redhead down there.

The woman gave Paris a long look and a smile as they passed. As she smiled back, Paris wondered if that was a sign of interest. She was certainly intrigued by the woman. While Paris had never had sex with a woman, she did fantasize about it from time to time.

After seeing the facilities available in the gym, Paris returned to her cabin. She finished unpacking, then rested on the cabin’s little porch for a while. As evening came on, the temperature dropped as a cool breeze picked up. Paris shivered and decided nudity was no longer possible. Clothing was required in the restaurant anyhow, so she slipped on a thong, leggings, and a long-sleeved t-shirt.

In the dining room, she ordered a pasta dish that looked appetizing and fit her diet. She also ordered a pint of local craft brew they had on tap. Paris had not always been a beer drinker but had picked up a taste for it from her ex-fiancé.

The redheaded woman Paris saw earlier came in wearing a nice dress. From what Paris could make out, there was not much on underneath the dress either. The woman took the next table to Paris’ and flashed her a smile as she sat down.

As they ate, Paris and woman exchanged glances several times. The neck of the woman’s dress was cut low, showing off her ample assets and apparent lack of a bra to hold them. To her surprise, Paris found that sight rather enticing. She wished that she was dressed in a way that showed herself off better.

After eating, Paris got up to go. She had to pass the woman’s table on her way out, so she paused to greet the woman. Standing over her gave Paris an even better view down the dress.

“Hello. I’m Paris,” she said to the woman.

“Hello, Paris. I’m Marisa. Are you new here?” the woman answered, a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes.

“I am. Liking it so far. Perhaps we shall see each other around again later.”

“I certainly hope so,” Marisa responded. She gave Paris a look that, to Paris, seemed distinctly flirty.

Back in her cabin, Paris yawned. With the drive up being close to four hours, she’d had a long day. Paris stripped, dug a book out of her bag, and lay down on the plush bed to read a romance novel before sleep. The novel was getting rave reviews for its hot sex, and one of those scenes soon had Paris feeling aroused.

Putting the book aside, Paris massaged her tits and played with her erect nipples, enjoying the little tingles that rubbing them sent through to her pussy. She moved one hand down between her thighs and began to stroke her vulva. Paris had left her toys at home but was used to using just fingers. Gently, she inserted two fingers and fucked herself with them. With the middle finger of her other hand, Paris rubbed around her clit.

As she masturbated, Paris found herself thinking of Marisa and how the older woman had looked nude. What would it feel like to massage that older woman’s tits or play with her pussy? Paris imagined having those big, soft breasts in her hands or mouth.

The image of sucking them while fingering the woman’s pussy drove Paris’ sexual arousal to the point where her juice ran out over her fingers. She writhed and moaned as she came, surprised by the intensity of the orgasm. Then, feeling quite relaxed and sleepy, Paris pulled the covers over her nude body and soon fell asleep.

Paris awoke the next morning about eight. As she lay awake, Paris’ ears detected the gentle rhythm of rain hitting the roof. Then came a crack of thunder.

“No sunbathing today, I guess,” she mused.

With a yawn, Paris got up. Her stomach was grumbling a little. The cabin had a kitchenette, so Paris had brought a box of her favourite all-natural granola, some berries, skim milk, and her favourite tea. That way she could just have breakfast in her room. The resort breakfast was a buffet with a good reputation but likely had very little that would appeal to her.

A cheery bleep from her smartphone startled Paris a little as she waited for the kettle. That was her calendar alert. She did not think that she actually had anything planned for that day but picked up her phone to check. A reminder about a long-cancelled hairdresser appointment greeted her. Paris’ heart sank.

“Oh shit,” she groaned, “I forgot to delete that, I guess.”

Memories triggered by the reminder flooded in. Paris’ body started to quiver as she fought back tears. Quickly, she swiped away the reminder, then went to her calendar and deleted the offending appointment. The damage was done, though. Her appetite gone, Paris wandered out to the porch and slumped in a Muskoka chair.

An overhang protected the porch from the rain, but a light wind tossed some her way anyhow. The wind also chilled her a little, given she only wore an oversized cotton nightshirt over a thong. At least the weather mirrored her mood, Paris reflected.

“Fuck, I hoped I would be over this by now,” she sobbed, then buried her face in her hands.

Her mind went back two months.

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Paris stormed into her apartment. She was glad it was finally Friday. Work had run late again and she was starving. After putting leftover casserole in the oven to heat, Paris cracked open a bottle of her favourite beer and slumped into a chair. It was really her fiancé’s beer, but she had acquired a taste for it as well.

Her gaze fell on the pile of material for her wedding preparations. At least Adam was coming over on the weekend to help with that work. They really needed to get moving on it with two months left to go.

When she finished supper, Paris decided to call Adam to confirm plans for the weekend. They had agreed to do it but had not set times and dates. After a crappy, stressful week at work, Paris hoped her fiancé would stay for the weekend. That way they could get the work done but could also have some fun time together. Top priority was getting Adam’s cock in her as often as possible. Sex, especially the hard, rough sex he enjoyed, was one of her favourite ways to blow off stress.

Adam’s phone rang a couple times, then he picked up. There was noise in the background, almost as if he was in a vehicle.

“Hey, babe,” he said.

Paris detected tension in his voice. Something was off.

“When can you come over this weekend? I’m thinking if you come tonight and stay, we’ll have the whole weekend together. And I just had the week from hell so, well, you know what that means,” she said, trying to sound sensual and sultry at the end.

“Yeah, well, Jerry landed tickets for the Leafs playoff games this weekend and, yeah, we’re in the car heading for TO.”

Paris was silent for a moment, both stunned and trying not to explode.

“So, when are you back? We need to get this going, you ass,” she snapped, deciding an explosion was quite appropriate.

“Um, sometime Sunday,” he admitted.

“The game is tonight. I get you staying over since it might go late. But why Sunday? What’s tomorrow?”

“You know, meeting up with some of the old gang who live there while we’re in town. Jerry’s driving and he’s staying two nights. I can’t come back early.”

“The hell you can’t. Take the fucking train. I’ll meet you at the station.”

“But...”

“I need you here, damn it. Not just for the wedding stuff. To hold me, and fuck me, and tell me everything is going to be okay. You said nothing about going out of town. You should have called me before leaving.”

Paris was almost crying as she hung up and just about threw the phone away. This was not the first time Adam had pulled shit like this. Somehow the great sex and good company he provided had kept her from blowing up and blowing him off. Now, Paris glared at the pile of wedding stuff. Shaking with anger, she walked to the apartment’s en-suite storeroom and pulled out a file box left over from her last move. Quietly, sobbing a little, she packed all the wedding stuff away in it.

Finished, Paris stared at the box for a moment. The she became aware of the weight of gold and diamond on her ring finger. Paris yanked the ring off and went hunting for the ring box. After a last look at the lovely piece of jewelry Adam had bought for her almost a year before, Paris added the ring box to the other wedding items in the file box.

A breakup was the last thing Paris needed then, but she could not let things go on like they were. Half the unfinished work had been generated by changes to their plans that Adam had agreed to under pressure from his family. Which meant in her mind that he needed to be doing at least half the work. Even if they did get married, Paris was going to put her foot down and get back control of the planning. However, she was inclined to postpone the wedding entirely until she felt that Adam had proven himself trustworthy again.

After getting another beer from the fridge, Paris sat down on her couch and turned on the TV. If Adam could neglect their wedding plans for the game, so could she. Had her vision for the weekend panned out, they probably would have watched it together, possibly even naked in bed.

On a break in play, the broadcast had the usual nonsense. The arena’s “kiss cam” found a couple to focus on and they duly kissed. Except, to Paris’ shock and horror, the couple was Adam and some girl sitting with him and his buddies. She stared at the sight for a moment. Was this why he was staying in Toronto the whole weekend? Was he fucking around two months before their wedding? Or was he just horsing around like he often did?

Paris shut off the TV, threw the remote on the floor, and lay on the couch. Tears came hard and fast. She cried for what felt like hours until she finally reined in her emotions. Then Paris got up, pulled on a jacket, and carried the box of wedding materials down to her car.

At Adam’s place, Paris let herself in with the spare key he had given her. She put the box on his coffee table, then took out the ring box and put it on top. That might send a clear message. On her way out, Paris locked the door, then slid her key underneath it. She would have no further need for access to Adam’s apartment.

Back in the car, Paris pulled out her phone.

“Fuck you, Adam,” she texted, then blocked him.

-----

“You okay, Paris?” said a familiar voice.

Paris looked up to see Rich standing in front of her porch holding an umbrella. He wore slacks and a golf shirt, which seemed about right for the weather.

“I am anything but okay, Rich. Until two months ago, I was going to be getting married today,” she sobbed.

The old man’s eyes went wide.

“Paris, what happened? You said you had a bit of a rough year going, but this sounds like more than a ‘bit of a rough year’.”

“Come on in out of the rain and I’ll tell you. I need someone with me. I can’t be alone right now.”

They went into the cabin and settled in chairs. Paris took a deep breath, then told Rich the story of the breakup with Adam. She was in tears again by the end.

“I’m so sorry to hear about this. You seem like such a lovely, desirable girl. He doesn’t deserve you,” Rich said after hearing the tale, “But to be honest, Paris, it sounds like the guy didn’t really want to get married. He was acting out in hopes of you being the one to break it up.”

“I realized that later, but it doesn’t help much,” Paris sobbed.

“I get that. Have you talked to him since?”

“We had coffee one day a few weeks after. He was apologetic and said he accepted my decision to break it off. Still hurts, though. I’ve been in therapy ever since, but that seems to just give me tools to deal with the pain, not alleviate it. The realization that today was the day hit me harder than I would have expected.”

“What brought it back?”

“When I cancelled everything, I forgot to delete the hair appointment from my calendar. The reminder came up this morning.”

“Ouch. Not the best way to start your day. Time is the healer, I hope.”

“I hope so, too.”

Paris glanced down and realized how little she was wearing compared to Rich. Her nips were obvious against the thin fabric. Being out in the cold and wet had raised more than goosebumps. Of course, she had been nude when they first met so Rich was not really seeing anything new.

“Can I change? This nightshirt is a bit damp.”

“Go for it. I’ll wait.”

After Paris changed to leggings and a sweatshirt, she pulled out the playing cards that she always took on trips to while away the hours. They played games while chatting more. Rich recounted the difficult days during and after his wife’s final illness, his grief still obvious after three years.

Paris offered what support she could but also felt herself calming in the presence of the seemingly unflappable older man. Given what he went through and survived, surely she could handle her struggles. By noon, Paris felt better, though she dreaded two-thirty. That had been the planned time for the ceremony.

The rain let up, so the pair went over to the restaurant for some lunch. By two-thirty, the sun was out. Paris and Rich found a couple, mostly dry, beach chairs, shed their clothing, and stretched out side by side. Once again, Paris found herself regarding Rich’s cock with interest. He cast some appreciative glances her way, too.

“It was supposed to be my wedding night tonight. Why can I not have a ‘wedding night’ with Rich?” she thought to herself.

The guy was old enough to be her father but this was hardly meant to be a lasting relationship. Paris just needed a hard cock inside her after two months of celibacy. Sex always seemed to help her with stress and negative emotions. Rich had been so kind sitting with her through her grief over the broken relationship that Paris felt she could trust him.

Rich and Paris had dinner together, then he walked her back to her cabin. As they stood on the porch, Paris took a deep breath, put her arms around Rich’s neck, and pressed her mouth to his. After a lingering kiss, she felt the man’s tongue slide in. His hands ran down her back to fondle her bottom.

Elation at this response quickly turned to swelling arousal. They went from a goodnight kiss to making out fairly quickly. Paris wore a sundress with just a thong beneath and she could feel Rich’s hands exploring her body through the fabric.

“Come in. Stay a while,” she invited with a cheery smile on her face.

“Stay the night” was what Paris actually hoped for but as long as she got some cock, “a while” would be enough.

“Never thought you’d ask,” he responded.

Standing just inside the door, Rich lifted Paris’ dress, pulling it off over her head. He gazed at her body, then stripped off his golf shirt and slid his slacks down in rapid order. There was an obvious tent in his boxers. Paris looked at it with longing in her heart, then sank to her knees and pulled the shorts down.

“God, I need this,” she said, caressing the man’s stiff cock. It was long and thick, exactly what Paris wanted.

Paris put Rich’s member between her lips and began sucking. Her senses filled with a slight sweaty masculine taste and scent. Soon his cock was as far in as she dared take it given Rich’s size. As she sucked Rich, Paris’ hand was between her thighs, stroking her pussy lips through the thong. The fabric dampened as her arousal grew.

Paris released Rich’s cock and stood. They kissed again, then she slipped off her thong. Rich put a hand between her legs. A finger explored her opening.

“Wow, you are wet, girl. Let’s deal with this need of yours,” he said.

“Yes!” she yelped.

Paris walked to the cabin’s sofa and bent over, leaning on the back of it.

“Come get it, baby,” she cooed. She wiggled her ass, then parted her legs to show Rich her aroused pussy.

Grinning, Rich knelt behind her and buried his face between her thighs. Paris closed her eyes as he stroked her pussy with his tongue, first the soft lips and then her engorged clit. Her lover pursed his lips over her clitoris and sucked. Paris gasped at the sensation. A finger entered her and expertly found her G-spot. That was something Adam never quite mastered.

“Oh God, Rich, that’s amazing,” she moaned, then gave in to inarticulate howls as an orgasm took hold.

She opened her eyes when she felt Rich enter her. His long, thick cock filled Paris up like no previous lover. He began hammering her pussy with fast, hard thrusts.

“Fuck, yes, that’s how I like it, Rich,” she gasped, “Harder, baby. Fuck me harder.”

Paris climaxed again, then felt Rich’s cock throb inside her as he came. When he had filled her up with his seed, Rich pulled out. Paris straightened and turned. Rich pulled her into his arms and kissed her with his dripping cock pressed between them.

“That was good. My first fuck in over a year,” he told her after they cleaned up and settled in her bed for the night.

Paris smiled back.

“Wow. Only a couple months for me but I really needed it. Kind of makes up for not having a wedding night tonight.”

“Wedding nights are overrated. Amanda and I were too tired for more than perfunctory fuck on ours. But I could feel that need in you. Glad I was able to help with it.”

“So am I,” Paris purred, then gave him a long kiss.

They turned to face each other and cuddled. Paris soon dozed off with her head resting on Rich’s chest.