by Anna Durand
This morning, I decided to hide out for a while in the little house where Ollie had generously let me stay. He had left a note on my door saying he went to the office in the guest house and I should help myself to the breakfast he'd left in the fridge for me. Sure, I'd gotten somewhat accustomed to hanging out with naked people, but I needed a break from my immersion therapy. A little alone time. To decompress.
Nothing helped me relax more than a nice warm bath.
Unfortunately, this house had a shower, not a bathtub.
Did the guest house have a tub? I really, really, seriously needed some relaxation time, preferably with bubbles.
I peered out the kitchen window and spotted Ruth Norris right when she looked in my direction. I waved until she noticed, smiling, then gestured for her to come here. She nodded and hustled to the door. When I opened it, she walked right in.
"What can I do for you, sweetie?" she asked.
"Um, well..." I hunched my shoulders, feeling weird about what I wanted to ask.
She put her arm around my shoulders and gave me a gentle squeeze. "Don't be shy, hon. Whatever it is, you can tell me."
"I was wondering if there's a bathtub in the guest house. I'd love a nice, relaxing soak."
"There is a soaking tub attached to the exercise room. It's a jacuzzi-type thing, so it's great for relaxing."
"Exercise room?" I bit the inside of my lip, imagining all the ways I could be humiliated by someone walking in while I was soaking. Even if I wore a swimsuit, I'd feel embarrassed. "That sounds kind of...public."
"No-no, sweetie, you can shut the door. Nobody will go in there without knocking first." She gave my bottom a little pat. "Go on. Enjoy yourself. I'll let the other guests know not to use the exercise room while you're enjoying jacuzzi therapy."
"Thank you, Ruth. You've been so nice to me, in spite of the way I acted yesterday."
"Never mind that. We all have bad days."
Ruth gave me directions for how to find the exercise room, then left to alert the other guests that the room was off limits for a while. She even suggested I put a scarf or something on the door handle so I could take it off when I left the exercise room. That way, everyone would be sure to steer clear until I was done.
God, I loved that woman. I wished she were my grandma.
My real grandmother was just like my mom. If the people here thought I was uptight, they should meet my family. I loved them, but Mom and Grandma had high standards I never quite met.
I grabbed my conservative black one-piece swimsuit---along with a towel, a bottle of bath oil, and a silver scarf---before I trotted to the guest house and found the exercise room on the first floor. Like Ruth had promised, the room was empty. I hooked my scarf around the knob and shut the door. Once I got into the jacuzzi room, I discovered the tub was already filled and hot, with the jets turned on, bubbling away.
After pouring a small amount of bath oil into the water, I climbed in.
Only then did I realize maybe I shouldn't have used bath oil. Would it mess up the jacuzzi? Since it was too late to worry about that, I put the worry out of my mind.
Oh God, the water felt incredible. It was just hot enough to soothe me, but not so hot I'd sweat like in a sauna. I hated those. Getting drowned in steam made me nauseous. But this jacuzzi... Wow, I could live in it. The bath oil released its soothing scents while I leaned back and let the bubbles tease my skin. A jet pounded into my back, easing the tension there, and I moaned because it felt so damn good. I'd been stressed for a long time, with no real means of alleviating it. Nothing I did was good enough for anyone, and heaven forbid if I tried something that wasn't on the approved list of activities for a socialite.
Last year, I'd wanted to go to Disneyland, and my parents had said it was "too gauche for a lady like you." Well, my mom had said that. Dad let her do all the talking when it was slap-Mara-on-the-wrist time. No actual slapping was involved, though. Purely the verbal kind. My mom never yelled at me or insulted me. She simply reminded me of the rules for people in our echelon of society.
Sometimes, I really, really wanted to do something crazy, something totally opposite of what everyone expected. Something naughty. Something that might actually feel good.
That jet felt damn good pulsing against my low back.
Maybe if I turned around and lifted my hips...
I grinned, feeling deliciously wicked just thinking about it. Maybe the nudist resort setting had affected me, but I had an urge I couldn't resist. So I spun around and knelt in front of the water jet, letting the bubbly power of it pulsate on my body, right at the juncture of my thighs. It didn't quite hit the right spot, the one that would send me straight to the land of happy endings. I wiggled around, trying to find the sweet spot, but none of the jets had the perfect angle.
Shit. I was getting hot, and not from the water temperature. The second I'd thought about using the water jet to get off, I'd gone so hot and slick I almost couldn't stand it. Feeling the jet pounding into my thighs and hips ratcheted up my arousal until my rigid nub throbbed.
I lay back in the tub and slipped my fingers inside my swimsuit, straining to reach my clitoris. I couldn't get there. The suit was too snug for my hand to fit. Ugh. I tried rubbing myself through the swimsuit, but that wasn't working either. I kept getting wetter and more anxious, craving that release, but I couldn't reach that hard, aching nub to push myself over the edge.
Fuck, I needed to come. Needed it so badly.
Well, if I took off my swimsuit...
No, I couldn't. What if somebody saw me?
Ruth had sworn no one would disturb me. They'd stay away until I took the scarf off the door to the exercise room. And besides, I was inside the jacuzzi room with that door closed too. Two doors separated me from the rest of the guest house.
Whimpering, I slumped in the tub. I'd never needed an orgasm so much in my life, like I'd go insane if I couldn't hit that peak.
I glanced around, like I expected to see someone hiding behind me or on the floor. Nobody around. Nobody but me and the bubbles tormenting my sensitized skin.
So I peeled off my swimsuit.
While I relaxed against the tub's rim, slipping my fingers between my folds, I tried to think of a good fantasy to help me get off faster. I rolled my clit between two fingers while I stretched out my longest finger to rub up and down my cleft, coating my fingers with the evidence of my horny state, making my them more slippery with every stroke. Oh God, that felt goooood. Shutting my eyes, I let a fantasy play out in my mind, a vision of Ollie with his head between my legs, lapping and teasing, his hands pinning my hips down while I thrashed and thrust my fingers into his hair.
I came so hard and so fast a sharp cry exploded out of me.
"Oh shit!"
That exclamation had not come from me. The intensity of my release had robbed me of breath, allowing only that one small, wordless cry.
My lids sprang open---and I screamed.
Ollie was standing in the open doorway, his eyes wide and his mouth open. He whirled around to face away from me, throwing one hand up. "Sorry, shit, I'm sorry. Should've knocked, but---Fuck, I'm sorry."
He ran away.
Oh. My. God. Had Ollie seen me... touching myself? He had definitely seen me naked. But somehow, the idea of that didn't freak me out like I would've expected. Instead, I got more aroused again thinking about.
But he was shocked and humiliated.
My cheeks heated up, burning like a bonfire of shame. How could I get turned on by a virtual stranger seeing me naked? While I was giving myself a happy ending?
I should've known the one time I cut loose and did something naughty, I'd get caught.
With my cheeks on fire and my stomach churning, I pulled on my swimsuit and left the jacuzzi room. The exercise room door hung open, my scarf still hanging on the knob. I snatched it up, shuffling across the threshold.
Ollie was there. Standing beside the door. He leaned against t
he wall, his arms crossed over his chest, his lips crushed into a sharp line. The light glinted on his glasses, making it hard to see his eyes.
"I'm sorry," I told him. "What I did was completely inappropriate. You must think I'm disgusting."
"Disgusting?" He pushed away from the wall, coming closer, so close the natural, masculine scent of him surrounded me. "You are so fucking beautiful, Mara. And the look on your face when you come... It's incredible."
Oh no, no, no. He had seen me and known what I was doing.
"I've never done anything like that before," I said, edging sideways to get a little distance from him. His proximity was making me horny again. That and the hungry look on his face. "I mean, I've done that before. Everybody has, right? But doing it in a public place and getting caught..." I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut. "That's so not me."
A shuffling sound made me open my eyes.
Ollie advanced on me, forcing me to back up to the wall. His hands landed on the wall at either side of me, penning me there. "Nothing wrong with getting off the solo way. I do it too. But you weren't in a public place. This is a naturist resort. Everybody gets naked around here, except you."
"But I was... you know... where anyone could catch me." I wriggled against the wall, getting warmer and wetter down below, more and more every second that he stayed so close. "Ruth said she'd tell everyone to stay away from the exercise room, but still, I should've known better than to do...that."
"I didn't get the memo. Haven't seen Ruth this morning." He leaned in, bending his arms, bringing his face within an inch of mine. "Wish I could say I regret what just happened, but I can't. I loved seeing your body, all wet and slippery, and seeing that look on your face when you came. I want to be the one to make you look like that next time."
"But you were horrified when I kissed you."
"No, not horrified. Surprised. And you'd been so upset about all the naked people, I didn't want to take advantage of you." He grazed his lips over mine, making me suck in a sharp breath. "You're not freaked out anymore, and I want to kiss you."
"I want that too."
And God, did I want it. His lips. On mine. Yes, please, yes.
Ollie groaned, the sound resonating with hunger, and claimed my mouth. His warm lips pressed hard against mine, demanding a response, and I couldn't resist letting him in, loving the silken glide of his tongue on mine and the way he thrust it deeper, over and over, pumping it with movements similar to how he might thrust his cock into me. The rhythm of it drove me wild with need, and my nipples hardened. I flung my arms around his neck, plunging my tongue into his mouth, moaning at the taste of him and the feel of my nipples rubbing against his firm chest.
He pinned me to the wall with his entire body, bending his head to keep our lips locked. The swollen length of him pressed into my belly.
I hooked my leg around his, all but begging him to take me right here, right now. Never in my life had I wanted a man this much, and for once, I felt no shame about wanting all the dirty things that my mind conjured up for me.
He pulled his head back, breaking the kiss, though his body stayed plastered to mine. "That's how much I want you. Get it?"
Speechless, I could do nothing more than nod once.
"Good." He backed away, the bulge in his pants like a flashing neon sign announcing how turned on he was. "The next time I see you naked, I'll be the reason you get that look on your face. I'll be the one making you come."
He hurried off down the hall and up the stairs.
The next time? I wanted that to happen right now.
But being me, I couldn't summon the courage to run after Ollie and tell him that.
Chapter Eight
Ollie
Naked Mara. Fuck me. She was beautiful and so damn desirable I wanted to jump in that jacuzzi and show her a much better way to get off. Instead, I kissed her and left. What kind of moron was I? Sure, my record with women wasn't exactly the stuff of legends---unless those legends centered on a loser who couldn't keep a girlfriend for more than six months. They all kicked me to the curb eventually, for a hotter guy who didn't wear glasses or work as a computer systems engineer.
These days, I was the assistant manager of a naturist resort. Didn't that make me cooler now? More attractive to girls?
Nope. Not one bit.
My last girlfriend, Heidi, had gone back to her ex to "give it one more try, just to be sure." I'd wanted to ask her why she'd dumped him in the first place if she wasn't sure about it. And why she'd hooked up with me before she made double sure. Christ, we hadn't even slept together, that's how brief our so-called relationship had been. I'd been the rebound guy, for probably the tenth time, the guy who cheered girls up after their dickwad exes broke their hearts. Once they felt better about themselves, they cut me loose. And how many times had I cringed while a girl gave me the heave-ho by saying I was like her gay best friend?
I guess they thought that was a compliment, but it sounded like an insult to both me and all the actual gay guys out there.
Behold the legend of the loser geek, see him on display at the Museum of Loser Geekdom. Buy your tickets today for half price.
At least I wouldn't have to see Heidi this summer. She and her friends usually vacationed here at least twice a year, but Heidi had stayed home last time and her friends said she wouldn't be with them when they arrived later this week.
I started to head for the office upstairs but stopped when I got to the second-floor landing. Why was I running away? Mara had seemed really into our kiss. I'd been so into it I had to walk bowlegged when I hustled away from her. Maybe I could still catch her.
Sure, I might be a loser in some ways, but I had total confidence in two of my skills. First, my computer creds. Second...
I vaulted down the stairs two at a time, sprinted for the exercise room, and froze in the open doorway, breathing so hard I had to slap my hands on my thighs for support.
Mara wasn't there.
Damn. Where did she go?
I waited a few seconds, until I caught my breath, then I took off down the hall and out the main door. Mara was just going into the little house, so I kicked it into high gear and barreled across the gravel driveway. Thankfully, I was still wearing shoes---and clothes, but I didn't thank anybody for the fact I was trapped in polyester---because if I'd run barefoot across the gravel, I'd have blisters the size of Texas later on.
"What's the rush, Ollie?" somebody shouted.
"Yeah," another somebody hollered, "where's the fire?"
"It's in Ollie's pants, that's where," the first voice shouted. "Guess Val's rubbing off on him."
I didn't bother to glance back or respond. Didn't give a shit who was razzing me or why. My mind focused exclusively on the vision of Mara naked and what I planned to do once I caught up to her.
At the door to Eve and Val's house, I had to stop. Bent over at the waist, hands on my thighs, I gasped for air like a ninety-year-old chain smoker. I exercised. I was in great shape these days, but now I could barely breathe. Well, I hadn't practiced barreling down a flight of stairs, through the guest house, and across the driveway. Never in my life had I literally chased after a girl.
What was up with me? This was not at all my style.
The one thing that had been up was now down. Way down.
I growled at my dick. "Wake the hell up, little buddy. We've got work to do."
Oh great. Now I was talking to my dick. Out loud. In public.
Shoving the door open, I hurried inside and stopped short of slamming the door shut. That might freak Mara out. So I eased the door closed and walked through the kitchen into the hallway that led to the bathroom, bedrooms, and Eve's photo studio. I should've announced myself. Really, I should have. It would've been the polite, not-a-creepy-stalker way to behave. My mouth still wouldn't work, though, what with my lungs insisting I wheeze.
In front of the bathroom door, I stopped to wait out the wheezing. Sl
ow, steady breaths. Mara would scream again if I stumbled into her room sounding like a heavy breather on a sleazy phone call and looking like I might drop dead any second.
Soothing new age music came from her room.
Listening to the music, I closed my eyes and took those slow, steady breaths until I calmed down. Then I walked to Mara's door, which hung open---and my little buddy woke up fast.
She was doing yoga. Wheel pose. She lay on her back with her feet flat on the floor, knees bent, and her palms on the floor just above her shoulders. While I watched, paralyzed and speechless, she lifted her hips off the floor and held that position for a couple breaths. Slowly, she raised the rest of her body until only her palms and feet touched the floor. Her head hung down, her ponytail dangling. With her spine arched upward like that, her breasts jutted out, her stiff nipples obvious under her thin tank top.
Yeah, she'd changed clothes. No more capris or short-sleeve shirt. Now she wore snug yoga pants and a snug tank top.
She looked good enough to fuck. Right here. Right now.
My little buddy loved that idea, twitching like he was telling me to go get her.
Jeez, I really needed to stop calling it my "little buddy," even in my head.
I cleared my throat to let her know I was here.
Mara yelped and tumbled out of wheel pose into a heap on the floor.
"Are you okay?" I asked, rushing over to help her.
She was already helping herself, scrambling into a sitting position on her yoga mat. She laid a hand on her chest and blew out a breath. "Ollie, you scared me half to death."
"I know, I'm sorry." Why had I thought throat-clearing was a good way to announce my presence? Yeah, social skills weren't one of the two things I rocked at. I knelt beside her. "I hope you didn't sprain anything."
"No, I'm fine." She smiled at me in her shy way, which made me want to kiss her. "But you're so sweet for worrying."
Just once I wanted a girl to say, "Damn, Ollie, that was so freaking hot the way you scared the shit out of me." Okay, maybe I didn't want to hear that after all. It had sounded good when I thought it, but now I realized how stupid it was.