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?"
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