“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.”