Naked Becoming Nude

Dick stepped away and Frances became less tense. Moving her legs to hide her vagina would have made her more aware of her aroused sex in a number of ways. Bertrille didn’t want that.

Carlotta stepped up. A nude woman was more acceptable. Though she was undeniably sexy. But the former surfer had seen plenty of half-nude, bikinied women before, and a nun was meant to be in denial. “What are you going to do?” Bertrille asked.

“I am testing you for concussion,” the beautiful, brown-eyed psychologist said, holding up fingers. “How many am I holding up?” After Bertrille answered three, the woman placed the fingers above and below her eyes, and kept them open. She shined a bright light into first the one, then the other. “Where are you?” Sunny Side. “Longer answer.” Sunny Side, Nudist Resort. She hesitated only because she wished she wasn’t here. Would there be a question she didn’t want to answer?! She didn’t like lying.

Thankfully, there wasn’t. But maybe not thankfully? She left herself distracted. The light left, but she was still blinded. In those seconds, she felt herself being firmly pulled down to the exam table. “What now?”

“I am testing you for latent head and spinal injuries.”

While her vision cleared, Bertrille was turned onto her front. The table paper crinkled against her naked body’s movements. She became aware that it wasn’t just her vagina that was swollen and her clitoris was erect. It was also her breasts and nipples. All were on the front she was lying on.

The side of her face on the pillow, long, slim and manicured fingers went under her hair. They ran through her locks as they touched. Small circles and loops were made as they slid from the center outward. When they approached her ears, Frances thought to lift her head. But now the woman’s thumbs gently pressed against her neck muscles. They tried to tense, but were insistently eased, and Frances found herself resting on the pillow again. She didn’t know having her ears caressed could feel so nice.

The woman spoke in an unwavering but relaxed voice. “The soothing oil being put on your back helps my fingers move comfortably over your body. Corrections are made as we go along. Hear what I say and join with me to do what is best for your body and mind…” And on she went with the same even rhythm.

Bertrille suspected something was wrong, but Frances was feeling almost content. It seemed to be taking her mind off what was swollen and erect.