Family Ties

Then we moved the couches back into position and shed our clothes to join the ladies as proper nudists.

I had an idea, so I pulled Susan aside and asked for her car keys.

“What’s up?” she said as she dug them out of her purse.

“Trying to think ahead for a change.”

“Mmm hmm. Can I borrow Christy too?”

“Thanks. Dinner in… what? Ten, fifteen minutes?”

“About fifteen.” She arched an inquisitive eyebrow but let me go without any more questions.

“Where’re we going?” Christy asked as we climbed into the car.

“You’ll see.” A minute later I parked outside Susan’s house.

Christy followed me inside with a mixture of eagerness and confusion.

“What’re you up to?”

“Linen closet is this way,” I answered cryptically. She followed and looked puzzled when I opened the door and gestured.

Susan always kept a supply of beach towels, a sort of lost-and-found collection that changed over time. Old towels went home with people as she lent them out and they forgot to return them, but different ones replaced them when other people accidentally left them behind. The current stack had a few that I recognized, but most were new to the collection.

“Always know where your towel is,” I said to Christy.

“What’re you talking about?”

“Here, I’ll show you.”

I handed her a small stack and grabbed a larger one myself. I did a quick count to make sure we had enough for everyone. Then I led her back to the kitchen and set them on the table. She followed suit but looked confused when I took the top towel and set it on the counter next to the sink. She squeaked in surprise as I picked her up and set her on it.

“Behold, the towel,” I said grandly. “Just about the most massively useful thing any nudist can carry. You can sit on it. You can dry yourself with it.

You can lie in the sun on it. You can even wrap it around yourself if you’re cold.

“Everyone at camp carries one in the summer,” I continued. “But it’s winter, so none of us had them in the clubhouse. We’ll need them for the hot tub later, too. So I decided to kill two birds with one stone. I could fetch towels and show you something at the same time. Besides,” I added with a grin, “I wanted to get you alone for a few minutes. You’re incredibly sexy in that apron.”

She rolled her eyes, but my grin was infectious.

I leaned forward and kissed her. Then I grew serious. “Are you doing okay?”

“Mmm hmm. A little nervous at first, but…” She shrugged. “It isn’t a big deal. Erin was right, no one stares or anything.”

“I do. At you, especially.”

“Anything you want me to do besides stare?”

“Like what?” she asked coyly.

“Like this.” I moved the bib of her apron and planted a kiss on her exposed nipple.

She gasped when I nibbled gently. The little bud stiffened, so I circled her areola with my tongue and then sucked the whole thing into my mouth. She whimpered when my teeth closed around it.

“Bite it,” she whispered urgently.

I bit it. Then I switched to the other and did the same. She held my head and moaned softly as I spent a few minutes licking, sucking, and gently biting. I finally pulled back and grinned at her.

“We should probably get back,” I said.

“In a minute.” She leaned forward for a kiss. Our lips met, and I could almost feel her pent-up desire. She wrapped her arms around my neck, so I lifted her off the counter. Her legs automatically wrapped around me, and she moaned softly when I supported her with my hands on her bare ass.

“Oh look,” I said, “another kitchen table.”

“When you’re ready,” I told her softly. I kissed her again, but without the heat from before. “Till then, you’ll just have to imagine it.”

She let out her breath with a soft groan.

“Two can play the teasing game,” I said with a grin.

My grin widened, and she returned it before she kissed me again.

“We have to stop,” she said at last, breathless.

“Yeah. Are you ready to head back?”

but she knew it was there.

“Yeah. He’ll go soft on the drive back. Just… don’t look at him. He might think you’re interested.”

She uncrossed her ankles, and I set her on the floor. Her apron caught on my hard-on and left it bobbing gently. She grinned at the sight of it, but then her expression changed.

For a moment I thought she might drop to her knees and blow me then and there, but she controlled herself and looked away. I didn’t say anything and neither did she, but we both knew. I silently cursed my rule and conjured a smile to hide my disappointment. Christy took a deep, steadying breath.

“We’d better go,” I said at last. “Being alone with you is dangerous.”

She nodded and helped me carry the towels to the car.

My erection had softened to half-mast by the time we returned to the clubhouse. It was still full and thick, but not so stiff that it stuck out.