Out in the Open, Naked

He was big and she was small. Normally, even before she was Bertrille, she would rise above her height. But now she was feeling smaller than her five-two. He worked here, she was an intruder. She felt ****. He was nude, but she was naked. Totally naked. Not only was her modesty alarmed, but her faith challenged! If they discovered she was a nun she could just imagine what would happen. And she didn't want to imagine it! {Don't use your too active imagination!}

Her 'escort' gently but firmly pulled her along. When she left the shadow of the building and into the hot sunlight, it was like stepping out into a spotlight. Naked. (Flash! Flash! went the camera.) She was center stage. Naked. And everybody was looking.... Somewhere else. Including the camera. (And a part of her was disappointed.)

Her perspective flipped, and she became the audience. Bodies were everywhere on the resort's huge patio. Nude bodies. Men's bodies! Women's bodies! All nude. The paler the skin, the more noticeable they were. {You have the palest, Bertrille!} Tan were the most common among the teak and Caribbean-prints of the furniture. Some were the brown of Latin Americas. There was one negro, that is, black man. His dick was....

"Good lord," she said, her eyes widened. She stumbled! The man holding her elbow quickly turned and caught her. (Braless, her boobs swayed.)

"I told you I'd catch you," he laughed.

Her face was close to this man's dick. It wasn't as big as the black man's, but her first-seen live dick still captured her attention. "What? Catch me?" Her blush reached towards her boobs. Had he caught her ogle? As he lifted her back to her feet, she pried her eyes away. Getting caught was the last thing she wanted! She Was a nun!