And… I’d like you to be, too.”
“So it’s part of the package?”
“Yes.” A small part of me felt guilty for only telling her bits and pieces, but the whole truth was more than she could handle at once. So I kept my mouth shut and silently willed her to agree.
“Danny was right,” I said, and hoped my relief didn’t show. “He said you were fearless.”
That seemed to stiffen her resolve. She took off the shirt and tossed it aside.
“You’re cute when you’re determined.”
“And don’t you forget it!” She marched toward the door, and I actually had to stretch out to stop her.
“Hold on a second,” I said with a laugh. “Lemme get my flip-flops first.”
She rolled her eyes but stood on tiptoe for a kiss, which I was happy to give her. I was also happy to follow her across the darkened road, since her bare ass and stocking-clad legs looked amazing.
We found the baggie of vegetables right where we’d left it, but the clubhouse was unheated and drafty, so we hurried back to the relative warmth of our room. I closed the door behind us and grinned as she dusted sand from her shoes.
“You can probably take those off now,” I said. “I mean, they’re sexy as hell, but you can’t wear them to bed.”
She looked toward the bed in question, and I watched emotions play across her face: anxiety, determination, and finally excitement. She did her best to hide the last, but I could read it in every line of her body.
I sat on the bed and idly gnawed a carrot stick as she took off her shoes, stockings, and garter belt. She watched me out of the corner of her eye and seemed to grow more comfortable when I didn’t wolf-whistle or leer or anything.
She joined me on the bed. I hoped she’d sit cross-legged too, but she folded her legs under her and sat Japanese-style.
We chatted while she ate, and I told her more about life at camp. She perked up immediately when I described the quarry lake and its waterfall.
“It sounds beautiful,” she said. “I can’t wait to see it.”
“You realize,” I said slowly, “that you’ll have to come back. To the nudist camp.”
“Of course I will.” She rolled her eyes. “I just… have to get used to it is all.”
“You’re doing well so far.”
“Thank you. It’s… kind of fun, actually.”
“I thought I’d be embarrassed or self-conscious, but I’m not.”
“Thanks. The feeling’s mutual.”
“Tell me more about the people at camp.”
“Let’s get under the covers first. You might be hot-natured, but I’m not, and I’m starting to get cold.
