The Eden Project

“Carlos is my half-brother. Do you know him?”

“Uh, well, who doesn’t know about Carlos Ramirez!? He’s one of the richest men in Puerto Rico! He owns the largest casino, and many other businesses!” Frances told the truth. Her only sin was omission. “He owns, uh, this place, Sunny Side? It doesn’t seem like him.” Though he did employ girls in costumes inspired by the Playboy bunnies. “He donates to many charities.”

“Carlos receives a lot of publicity and public goodwill that way.”

Bertrille frowned up into her brown eyes. “He doesn’t get publicity for every charity!” He was the main reason the old but hardly historic Convento San Tanco hadn’t been condemned.

“Some donations are too insignificant to be publicized.” Carlotta dropped the camera and let its swing against its strap push her big boobs right and left. “Anyway, it was part of a package deal for other properties.” She took Frances by an elbow. “I will discover a way to keep him from selling this one.”

“What!?” Frances exclaimed as the taller, nude woman directed her smaller, naked body to move. The tall, nude, male host was at her other side. She felt trapped. “Where are you taking me?!” Did Carlotta know who she was?! Was she going to use her to **** Carlos?!

“Don’t be nervous. We’re taking you to the infirmary and take care of those cuts and scrapes,” the man reminded her.

“Dick is correct.”

“His name is Dick!?” Despite herself, Frances’s eyes went to his dick. It had been the first living one she had ever seen. Every time she heard the word ‘dick’, she may think of his.

With a dick and boobs bobbing in her peripheral vision, Frances was marched into the main building of the nudist resort. There were more sun worshippers in the small, but nice lobby that she would have liked. Outside, they had more interesting things or people to look at. But with the way she was brought in, many eyes went to her! This made her feel even more naked.

One person who wasn’t looking at her was a pale, pot-bellied man was too busy ogling a blonde that resembled Stella Stevens. Focusing on the woman ignoring him, he almost ran into them. “Excuse me!” Carlotta announced.

“Huh?” Now seeing the tall, curvaceous, braless D cup chestnut, he dropped the newspaper he was holding over his sex. It was almost the largest dick Frances had seen that (or any) day. But that was only because it was stiff and jutting.

“You should be ashamed of yourself!” Bertrille came out of Frances.

“Don’t listen to her, Mr. Raymond,” Carlotta told him. “You enjoy yourself. You are going to stay here for three weeks? You know our rates change if you leave early.”

Mr. Raymond nodded. He tried to smile. Embarrassed, he moved on, his hands trying to take the place of the newspaper over his erection.

“Enjoy himself!??” Bertrille said with a certain amount of moral outrage.

“He’s here for therapy!” Carlotta said proudly. “I have a theory! The more people become accustomed to nudity, the fewer sexual problems there will be! Adam and Eve were happy when they thought they were nude, not naked.”