Sarah and I were great friends. We had gone to college together and by pure accident, developed a rather intimate relationship, even though as a young woman, I preferred guys to girls. Sarah always made me feel special, like I was a queen, deserving of attention, where the guys usually saw me simply as a sexual conquest. I unabashedly loved sex and was sexually over-charged, which means I would give in to any guy who pressed me hard enough to go to bed with him. But then along, came Jeff.

Jeff was a nice guy and at first, I wasn’t really attracted to him, but there was something special about spending time with Jeff. Most of my friends could very easily make me giggle, but Jeff made me actually laugh-out-loud, with his goofiness and self-depreciating humor.

Jeff only knew Sarah peripherally, having met her at one of my “friends only” parties. I never bothered to open myself up to Jeff about Sarah and our occasional meet-ups. Sarah was happy that I had a boyfriend, and thankfully, she wasn’t the jealous type. I valued my relationship with Sarah, because she was my sounding board when it came to real serious issues in life and because, like I said, she made me feel like a queen.

Sarah was a bit on the wild side and she made no qualms about liking her lifestyle. She liked to party and being a part time model, she had no problem hooking up with whomever she wanted to hook up with- guys or girls. I wasn’t judgmental, because her lifestyle was simply her choice and besides, I had Jeff. Still, I enjoyed spending time with Sarah. She had a great fashion sense and she was fun to be around.

A few weeks back, Sarah invited me to go with her to a nudist resort. When she first prosed the idea, I was like, “No Way!” In my mind, I pictured a bunch of fat old men and women lounging around, totally naked, playing cards, or shuffleboard. I’m not sure why I had that mental image, but I did.

Sarah assured me that the nudist place that she visited was not at all like what I had envisioned it to be. She said everyone that everyone was totally cool and surprisingly, very young. I still wasn’t convinced until she flipped through some photos on her cell phone. I was surprised to see some really, really beautiful people, lounging around a pool, totally naked - college co-ed types playing volley ball.

“This is not a family place,” Sarah said. “It’s a private club and not everything is totally naked. Clothing is optional.”

The “clothing is optional” part sold me. I agreed to go and check the place out.

I packed a light bag that included a sexy little cocktail dress, my bikini and a change of clothes as well as my toiletries. I met up with Sarah and we headed off to the resort which was about an from the city we lived in.

I was filled with a little trepidation. Sarah told me there were wine coolers in the cooler in the back seat, so I quickly downed two of them as we drove to the resort. By the time we got there, I was more settled. We drove up to a gate where a security guard signed us in. I was happy to see the resort had some security measures in place and that made me feel a little more comfortable.

Sarah had reserved a small cottage. We both changed into our bikinis, deciding to check out the pool area, which I quickly leaned was the main attraction at the resort. Stepping into the pool area, it seemed like any other pool area and I wasn’t aware that half the people were totally naked until I sat down in one of the chase lounge chairs and scanned the crowd.

I had seen male body parts before, but almost always they were in some state of arousal. There were no arousals in sight, although I suspected there were a few hangings that might be ready to head that way. Sarah was right about the crowd. Almost everyone was college-aged and it was a collection of beautiful people.

Sarah quickly stripped out of her bikini and I shed my bikini top, just so I wouldn’t stand out as a prude. I was not ready to bare it all, at least not at that point. Sarah asked me to put some sun tan lotion on her back, which I was more than happy to do. I returned to my chase lounge and flipped on to my stomach and asked her to reciprocate. As she did, I scanned the pool area. My eyes settled on one guy who was standing completely naked, by the pool, talking with another guy, who was sipping on a beer.

The sight of the one guy with a chiseled set of tight abs and a tight ass, made my womanly senses tingle. I told Sarah she needed to hold up on the lotion.

“Control yourself,” Sarah remarked, as she took note of my staring. “They’re probably gay.”

Damn.

“What a waist,” I replied.

Sarah chuckled.

“Don’t get me in trouble with Jeff,” she said.

“Who is Jeff?” I sarcastically replied.

Jeff was a good boyfriend, and he met my needs in a lot of ways, but I had to secretly profess, the bedroom was his strong point.

One of the guys walked over to where Sarah and I were laid out on the chase lounge chair, on our stomachs.

“Is your name, Jessica?” he asked, looking down at me. From my vantage point, All I could see was his thick cock, which hung lazily down between two chiseled thighs.

Almost immediately, I froze. Someone here knew who I was. Oh crap!.

“No,” I replied, lying my ass off. “My name is Jamie.”

“No,” He replied, “Your name is Jessica and you work in accounting.”

Double the “oh NO!" He knew where I worked. Oh my God! I looked up to see if I might recognize the face, since I most certainly was recognizing the male body part standing about three feet in front of me.

“George Papadakis”

George was a supervising manager at the accounting firm where I worked. He was the last person I would have figured to ne a nudist. Everyone at work called him “George P” because no one could seemingly remember or say his last name. I was also pretty sure he was gay- or at least that was the rumors at work.

“You don’t see me here,” I quickly replied.

“That’s funny,” George shot back, “because you look like you’re here.”

“I’m serious,” I replied. “I’m only visiting.”

“So, you know Sarah? George asked. I looked at Sarah.

“George and I know each other well,” Sarah replied.

George pulled up a chair and sat down, while I tried to reassess things.

“How do you know George?” I asked Sarah, who by now had turned about four shades of red.

“We’re old party buddies,” Sarah replied, “What a small world!”

I could see the blood vessels pulsating in George’s cock as it hung limply between his legs. His manhood was unusually larger than a lot of the guys hanging around the pool, which I suspected brought him a lot of attention.

“So welcome to my world of hedonism,” George unabashedly remarked. “Hedonism” was a new word for me. I had no idea what it meant at the time, so I simply replied, “I like it.”

“Behave,” Sarah politely scolded George. That was my first hint of things to come.

George had no issue with being totally naked. He had a great looking well-toned body, the result, I was sure of a lot of hard work and exercise.

“Actually,” George replied, “I am a Greek God and there’s little work that I have to do.”

Modesty was not one of George’s strong suits.

“You’ve got the body of a Greek Goddess,” George remarked as he sat in front of me, sipping on a beer. “You should be very proud to show it off.”

“What you see,” I noted, “Is what you get.”

The words just fell out of my mouth, totally unchecked. I knew as soon as I said them, I was probably in deep trouble. George smiled.

“You shouldn’t be such a tease,” he replied.

I laughed.

“I don’t tease,” I replied. I was feeling in a frisky mood, having downed three wine coolers.

“Do y’all have a cottage?” George asked.

“No,” I replied with Sarah replying at the same time, “Yes.”

George looked confused.

“Hey,” I understand,” said George, proffering a wink. I knew that George was gay and I was thinking he probably thought I was a lesbian, since Sarah swung both ways.

“I mean, yes, we have a cottage,” I quickly replied, back tracking on my answer. “I’m just not wanting folks to know it.”

“Totally understandable,” George replied. He started to get out of his chair.

“Would you like to see the cottage?” I blurted out. Once again, the words just fell out of my mouth without me thinking about it.

“Sure,” he replied. “I usually just come for the day and I’ve never seen any of the cabins or cottages.”

I asked Sarah if she wanted to join us and she politely declined, saying she wanted to work on getting rid of her tans lines. I laughed out loud, because she had no tan lines.

I left my towel and my bikini top behind as George and I made out way towards the cottages. We chatted as we walked along, mostly about his visits to the resort and if anyone else ever accompanied him to the resort. He said the resort was his secret get-away and that none at work or any of his friends knew about it.

“They’d freak out,” he said. I readily agreed.

“I live by a simple rule,” George said, “What happens at the resort, stays at the resort.”

I told him it was a good rule and one I would hope we both could live up to.

I opened the door to the cottage and followed George in. Damn, he had a very cute ass. I wanted to reach out and grab it, but I didn’t dare be so forward.

The cottage had a small patio with a couple of chairs that overlooked a view of the lake. I followed George out on to the patio, again, wondering why such a hunk of a guy would waste such manly characteristics on liking another guy.

“I have a question for you,” I started as we stood beside each other, looking out at the lake. George looked at me.

At what age,” I began, “did you realize you were gay?”

A strange look of bewilderment crossed George’s face and then he started to chuckle.

“What makes you think I am gay?” he asked.

Oh my gosh! I didn’t know whether to run or hide.

“Why does everyone assume I am gay?” he pressed. “You’re about the third person in the past six months who have asked me the same question. Do I act gay?”

I quickly apologized. George plopped down on one of the patio chairs, running his hand through his thick black hair. I noticed his manhood was no longer limp but had begun to harden.

“It takes a lot of self-control,’ he remarked, “to keep a stiffy down, when I see hotties like you and Sarah.”

“You’re an amazing guy,” I replied, leaning against the railing of the patio with the lake behind me.

“So, what do you do,” I asked, “if you find yourself getting hard?”

“The pool usually does the trick,” George replied.

“Are there any other options,” I asked.

George smiled, as he slipped his hand down to his rapidly hardening manhood. He slipped two fingers under the shaft of his manhood and lifted it upwards.

“You tell me,” he said, “What other options do you think I might have?”

I bit down on my lower lip. His offer was so freaking tempting and the sight of his tool getting harder and harder only heightened my desires. My eyes were now locked on to his rapidly developing tool.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” George proffered.

“Damn it,” I subtly muttered out loud. My heart was pounding, and my mind was a whirlwind. I was melting fast. Precum leaked from the end of George’s phallus. He used a lone finger to spread the clear liquid around the circumcised head of his tool. He then leaned back in the chair and it creaked under his 225 lb frame. His cock was now fully erect and presenting itself ready, for some special attentions.

“I don’t know,” I muttered. “You’re so big. I don’t know how this is going to work.”

“Don’t worry,” George replied. “I’ll go slow, and I promise I won’t make you do anything you don’t feel comfortable in doing.”

George parted his legs, his heels resting on the wood planks of the patio. He held on to his man tool with one hand, as he motioned me closer to himself with his free hand. I stepped between his parted thighs, looking down at his huge tool. I was scared.

My exposed nipples were hard. I could feel the blood flow coming and going from my pubic region. I felt light headed. I took in a deep breath and forcibly exhaled, as I pressed myself in closer and closer.

George looped a lone finger into each side of my bikini bottoms and then slowly pulled them down, exposing my woman hood and everything I had to offer. I stepped out of my bikini bottoms. I was glad that I had taken the time to wax and insure a very clean approach.

George slipped a lone finger into my soaking wet vagina. I practically melted right then and there. There was no going back.

I turned my back to George and backed my ass on to his lap, reaching between my legs to take hold of his tool and position if for entry into my love box. Oh my gosh!

George was much bigger than Jeff or any other guy I had ever been with. His cock was not only longer, but also thicker and it completely filled my vagina. I pinched my hard nipples, as I settled down on to his massive pole. Oh my God. I am getting wet just thinking about it.

I took in a deep breath and settled on to his lap, his massive tool, burying deep inside of me. I could feel the walls of my vagina clamping down on his tool and then loosening. I placed my hands on his knees and worked my ass up and down and in a circular motion, as he dug his fingers into my hips.

I leaned back against his chiseled body, tossing my hands around the back of his neck, as he slipped his massive hands on to my aching breast. He leaned forward, and our lips met. On my God! Adonis was real.

As soon as he slipped his tongue into my mouth to greet me, he shot his load deep inside of me. It was almost more than I could take. I became light headed and shuddered. Oh my God! I was losing control. I didn’t want to lose control, but I was too far gone.

George was very gentle, and he was kind. I loved the way he gently used his massive hands to massage me. He didn’t paw at me like a lot of guys would do. He knew where to touch me, and how to touch me. I was in heaven.

Even though he had filled me up, I wasn’t done, so we found out way to the bed and we took turns orally pleasuring one another. I was super surprised at his quick recovery and his readiness for a second bell ring, which I was more than happy to swallow.

Neither of us heard the door to the cottage open.

Sarah slipped silently, on to the bed. The only way I knew she was there was when she asked, “Can I join you guys?”

Of course, I had no problems with Sarah joining us, and from the response that George provided, I gathered he didn’t either.

It was a very raucous and erotic weekend, with the three of us spending the night together, and waking in the morning to do it all over again. Before I knew it, it was close to 3 in the afternoon and suddenly I remembered that I had promised Jeff that we have dinner together.

I really didn’t want to leave, but I knew that I had to. George was laying naked on the bed, with Sarah laying naked beside him, both of them watching television.

“OK,” I said after dressing and as I headed to the front door, “What happens in the resort, stays in the resort.”

George laughed.

“You know me,” he jokingly replied, placing his gigantic hand on to Sarah’s exposed right boob, “I’m just the gay guy that likes to hank out with the hotties.”

I laughed out loud, the door and walked to the front gate where my Lyft driver was waiting. The sign on the font of the gate had a very non-descriptive read, “The Resort.” The Lyft driver smiled as I got into the back seat and he started to drive off. He was a young guy, not unlike George or the other guys at the resort.

I have a question he asked, glancing into the review mirror.

I nodded my head to indicate I was waiting for the question.

"Is that like a cool resort?” the Lyft driver asked.

I smiled.

“Yes, it is,” I replied. “It really is.”

"I may have to go and check it out some day. I’ve heard of some really, wild and kinky stories from there." the driver replied.

“I bet you have,” I said.

The driver glanced back at me in the rearview mirror. I proffered a wink. He quickly looked back at the roadway, and didn’t say a word the rest of the drive back to the city.