Can the summer get any hotter? Swingers Brett and Jen head north to a clothing-optional RV resort, but maybe cooling down will only heat things up more.
Escaping Southern Indiana summer heat, swingers Brett and Jen check out a Minnesota clothing-optional RV resort, where the rules are very different from the swing lifestyle venues they’re used to. When they spot a hot looking couple in the swimming pool, they’re definitely interested, but they know better than to make the first move. Will Paul and Kim turn out to be players, or will Brett and Jen get a cold shoulder?
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Hot to the Touch
Swinging Games Book 15
By
Adriana Kraft
Hot to the Touch
“Any hotter out here and we’ll be able to fry that proverbial egg on a sidewalk,” Brett said, wiping his brow with a towel. “Damn RV air conditioners are having trouble keeping up with ninety degree temps. Thought it would be cooler here in Minnesota.”
“It’s a hundred and five in Southern Indiana,” Jen responded. “At least it cools down more at night here. What’s even more amazing to me is the lack of mosquitoes. This place must really spray to keep them away.”
“Mosquitoes aren’t exactly desirable at a nudist resort. I bet they use a range of tactics year-round to reduce breeding places for them.”
“Whatever. It seems to be working,” Jen said, adjusting her pareo. “Are you about ready to head to the pool? Aren’t you glad I found this place on the internet? We’d heard about it, but I never knew exactly where it was. It may be hot here, but it sure beats a hundred five plus humidity in the nineties back home.”
“You’re right. I’m not complaining. Just hope the air conditioners don’t go out. The only downside to this place is it’s not a lifestyle resort. A lot of nudists look down their noses at swingers.”
“We’ll just have to adjust. Discretion is always important, but here even more so.” She frowned at her husband. “Maybe we’ll have to go an entire week just playing with each other.”
“Worse things could happen.” He gave her a big smile. “You may have worn me out for this entire week this morning—you were really hot.”
“Well, I was horny. You seemed to be holding up your end of things quite nicely. Whoa,” she said, pointing at his growing erection. “We’d better change the topic of conversation. Can’t have you walking to the pool with your pointer guiding the way. Is he going to go down, or do I need to suck him off quick?”
“No,” Brett said, covering his cock with both hands. “He’s still a bit sore from earlier. Damn,” he muttered, “couldn’t we find a lifestyle resort?”
“Not this close to home. We just wanted to get away for a week to cool down. You said this would work—so now we make it work. According to the weekly calendar they gave us, there are all kinds of activities, from board games to shuffleboard. They also have pickleball courts.”
“That may not be the best image to have right now. Young women playing pickleball in the nude.”
“Think about ladies you would find unattractive playing pickleball in the nude. And,” she continued without waiting for a response, “there’s a dance this evening. Apparently, they have a dance at the beginning of each week as a way for people to get to know other vacationers. It’s a mixer, of sorts.”
“But not like a mixer at a lifestyle resort.”
“Exactly. No groping. Keep your focus eye level as best you can. And try not to get a hard-on.”
“Can we wear clothes at the dance?”
“From what I read, clothes are optional. I think we can get by with being lightly dressed. Shorts and an open shirt would work for you. I might wear a short skirt.” She saw Brett raise an eyebrow. “Not as skimpy as some of the ones I wear at lifestyle events,” she continued. “And I will wear a thong. Not sure about the top. I may wear a white blouse and no bra, maybe tie it under my boobs. If a lot of the women are bare on top, then I can easily do that, too. Or maybe I could leave the blouse on and let the boobs play peek-a-boo.”
“Sexy. I like that, a lot.”
“Hopefully not too sexy. We’ll have to wait and see. At least I have options. Right now,” Jen said, sliding her sunglasses over her nose and grabbing their towel bag, “I want to go down to one of the pools and get wet and hopefully cool off.”
* * * *
“This is heavenly,” Jen cooed.
Brett nodded at his wife as he, too, leaned back against the pool wall, letting the water bob him about. Thank God he was wearing dark sunglasses—looking too closely at other people was frowned upon at nudist resorts. With only four other couples sharing the smaller pool, he could hardly avoid looking at them. The larger pools were even more crowded. At least this pool was restricted to adults. He still felt uncomfortable at nudist resorts with families around. He closed his eyelids. It wasn’t the young kids that bothered him. It was the budding teenage girls stealing glances and snickering among themselves.
Suddenly he stood up, grasping for his balance. He’d nearly drifted off to sleep. He opened his eyes just in time to see a rather large couple waddling toward the ladder, where they made their way out of the pool with some difficulty. He glanced at the three remaining couples.
One couple giggled with each other, and then the woman spoke to Jen. “You always know when Lou and Louise get out of the pool. The water level seems to drop an inch or two.”
Brett could see Jen blush, clearly not knowing how to respond.
“Oh,” the woman added, “I’m not laughing at them. They’ve often made the same comment as they leave the pool. Lou and Louise are one of the nicest couples you’ll ever meet. And they have a great sense of humor. They’re also very comfortable in their skin.”
“All of it,” her husband added. “By the way, I’m Ed, and my wife Margie is the forward one. A lot of people just want to be quiet in a pool. You’ll see those folks in the mid-sized pool where signs make it clear whisper only. You won’t ever find Margie in that pool... or me, for that matter.”
“I’m Brett, and this my wife Jen,” Brett said, acknowledging the couple. “This is our first time at this resort, so we’re still getting a feel for the place. Seems very nice and upscale. Are you regulars?”
“Can’t you tell?” Margie said, turning about, showing off her very deep tan as well a fairly firm body. “We get out here most weekends in the summer, and usually a week or two. This is one of those weeks
. In the winter, we try to fly south as often as we can afford it. We’ve been to over thirty nudist resorts, in this country and abroad. Guess you could say we are confirmed naturists. It’s a way of life for us. Is this your first time at this kind of resort?”
“No,” Jen said, “we’ve been at a few in California, and one in Ohio. It’s not even an every-year thing for us. We’re from Southern Indiana, where the air is stifling hot right now. We just wanted to find a cooler place to be for a while.”
“Southern Indiana,” a tow-headed man across the pool from them said. “Sorry, couldn’t help but overhear. We’re from Louisville.”
“Really?” Brett said, “That’s just around the corner from us.” He glanced at Jen—he knew her antenna had to be up. He’d been scoping out that couple since they entered the pool. The guy was definitely in shape, and his wife... Brett wet his lips. He couldn’t tell if she was Vietnamese, Thai, or maybe even Japanese, but she was definitely Asian and incredibly cute. She probably seldom ventured to the deep end of a pool unless she was swimming. When she stood in water chest high, her breasts rode just above the surface. Her nips were surprisingly pronounced for such a petite woman. Had she been checking Jen and him out? He shook his head. Can’t go there. They didn’t want to get tossed out of the resort on their very first day.
“I’m Paul, and this my beautiful wife, Kim.” Paul nodded at Jen. “And I see that you, too, are blessed with a beautiful wife.” Paul held out his hand to Jen.
Jen squeezed his hand. “Paul, the charmer,” she said, smiling. She turned and extended her hand to Kim. “And it’s very nice to meet both of you. You have such lustrous dark hair. I’m afraid my hair turns into a bird’s nest with this humidity.”
Kim smiled brightly. “Thank you. If that’s a bird’s nest, it must be nice being a bird.” Kim nodded at Brett. “And are you the bird?”
Brett blinked and squeezed her hand lightly. “One of them, at least.”
“Ah.” Kim’s eyes twinkled.
“So do you guys come up here often?” Jen asked, closing the gap between the other couple. They now had the pool to themselves, as Ed and Margie left, saying it was time for their pickleball match.
Brett followed Jen and pressed a hand on her shoulder, trying to remind her where they were. That Kim and Paul were flirty was obvious. That did not mean they were players. How many couples had they encountered at lifestyle/nudist resorts who were only nudists who liked to tease? Maybe these two were merely exhibitionists. They’d encountered plenty of those over the years.
He just hoped Jen kept her wits about her. He knew damn well she was highly attracted to the much smaller woman, who clearly looked hot to the touch.
Jen gave him a scathing look, then nodded slightly as she eased back into his chest.
“We’ve been here a couple times before,” Paul said. “It’s a fun place. Lots to do. The people are generally friendly without being overly in our face.” He chuckled. “Margie and Ed may be the exception. We’ve seen them here before, but never interacted with them. They don’t seem like our types.”
Brett tilted his head to the side, biting his tongue. Had Paul and Kim determined he and Jen were their types? He didn’t like being on such shaky ground. At a lifestyle club, they would invite their newfound friends for a drink and ask what else they’d like to share. But not here. It was only day one, and he was already in a quandary. Shit.
He glanced down to see Jen reach around behind her back and squeeze his hardening cock. Damn. What the hell was she doing? He’d be an oversized prune before he could leave the pool with any dignity.
Paul glanced at his watch. “Sorry, but we have to go into the Twin Cities for a late lunch.” He wrapped an arm around his wife and surreptitiously tweaked a nipple. “I know you’d rather stay and tease, but I promised we’d both be at the lunch.” He gave Jen an apologetic look. “Have to mix a little business with pleasure. One way to write off the trip. So will you guys be at the dance tonight?”
“We’re planning on it,” Jen said, “if I don’t get too much sun.”
“Oh, don’t do that,” Kim said. “That wouldn’t be fun at all.”
“If you don’t mind,” Paul said, “save us a spot at your table. I’m not sure how long we’ll be in the Cities, but we should be back in time for the dance.”
“Be happy to,” Brett said, watching Paul guide his wife toward the steps leading out of the pool.
“Oh,” Jen said, “you’ve been to dances here before. What do people wear?”
Kim giggled. “Nothing or something. I like to wear a little something. I think that make things a bit more mysterious, no?”
“And sexy,” Paul added. “See you tonight.”
Brett settled back against the pool wall, as did Jen, to appreciate the view of Kim’s small ass ascending the steps.
Once out, they both turned and waved.
“Damn, she’s got one of the tiniest pussies I’ve ever seen,” Jen said.
“And smooth, like yours.”
“Mine would look like that of an Amazon next to hers.”
“Maybe we’ll compare them up close and personal later.”
“Don’t get your hopes up. We are at a nudist resort. Some of these people will flaunt their wares... but there’s a big difference between exhibitionism and playing. And if anything more than teasing happens, we are not making the first move.”
“I got you. Remember where we are. Discretion, discretion. If Kim and Paul are here the entire week, it could be a very frustrating week. They are hot as hell.”
“And we came here to cool off. Speaking of sunburn—if my favorite cock can come back down in five minutes, that would be a good time to head back to the rig. An early lunch might be in order. I did work up an appetite after breakfast, if you recall. Then an afternoon nap, maybe more pool time, another nap, a light supper and on to the dance.”
“I wonder of our flirty couple will even show.”
“Can’t predict. Maybe, maybe not. At least we’ll have fun dancing. It’s been too long.”
“Hope I remember how.”
“You’ll remember, or I’ll step all over your toes. I’ll bet Kim is good dancer. Wonder what she’ll wear.”
“Guess we’ll have to wait and see. She looked damn good without anything on.”
“Yes, I expect she wears mysterious well, with or without clothes. And Paul, well, he looked like he had the beginnings of something fun between his legs.”
“Figured you noticed that.”
“I didn’t have my eyes glued shut.”
* * * *
“Glad we got here early enough to get a table in a corner far away from the band,” Jen said. “We can at least have a conversation back here.”
“At least until they crank the volume up another notch or two.”
“Hopefully they won’t do that. Plus it’s nice to be in the shadows. I just hope I didn’t dress too sexy. At least I won’t be at the center of things back here. Well, until we dance. Still, I’m not comfortable dancing in the nude. I don’t mind being naked. I just don’t like trying to dance naked.”
“You really shouldn’t worry about your outfit. Hell, you have more on than most. And yes, you do look sexy as hell in that pleated mini with your shirt tails tied under your boobs. And I’m proud to show you off.”
“And I’m proud to show off my handsome husband. Nice abs, for a man your age.” She glanced about the room and held back a giggle. “Bet most of the men here haven’t seen their abs in years.”
“I’ve seen a couple young studs strutting about with six-pack abs. They’ve got to be on the prowl.” Brett checked his watch. “So do you suppose Paul and Kim are actually going to show?”
“Maybe they were all tease, or maybe their plans changed. It’s not like we were able to exchange phone numbers.”
“True. Let’s dance. It’s a rock and roll swing number. No need to hide in our dark corner. You
look hot. If anyone doesn’t like that, they can cover their eyes.”
Jen let Brett guide them through the maze of tables to the dance floor. Only four other couples were dancing. The number would probably increase as the evening wore on. Brett led them through a series of twists and turns. At last Jen felt as if she were floating to the beat of the music. She no longer cared that her short skirt flew high as she turned, showing off her rear and her green thong. She’d shown off more than that going to and from the pool. Yet this still felt sexier, more provocative.
“They’re here,” Brett said, looking over Jen’s shoulder toward the entrance. “Damn, you thought you pushed the seductive boundary. Take a look at Kim.”
Jen followed Brett’s line of sight until she saw Kim and Paul threading their way through the tables to the bar. Beaming at them, Kim waved. Jen waved back, hoping no one could tell how flushed she’d suddenly become.
A slow tingle eased down her body from the back of her head, to her butt, to her pussy. If Kim had dressed to impress, she’d certainly succeeded. The tiny Asian woman looked taller in five-inch heels. Her smooth legs appeared longer tucked into the tiniest pair of black shorts.
Jen wet her lips, trying to follow Brett’s lead without losing sight of the woman who kept smiling back at her as Paul conversed with the bartender. For a top, Kim had chosen a see-through pink blouse. She might as well have worn nothing at all. Obviously, she hadn’t bothered with a bra. Jen could hardly wait to get a closer view.
As the song ended, Brett tucked an arm around Jen, “Let’s head back to our table. If they want to join us, they’ll know where we are.”
“Oh, I hope they follow us. Kim looks absolutely delicious. And Paul is showing some abs. They must work out, too.”
“They’re heading our way. Kim’s leading the way. Clearly she knows what kind of entrance she’s made. Don’t know if they are players, but they sure are exhibitionists.”
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