The Nun's First Nudist

She reached the door!

It was locked!

"Do you want something from storage?" a man asked. And Bertrille gave a startled yelp. Caught!

"No! No, I don't want something. There. A phone. Yes?" Her hands wanted to go up over her naked breasts and down over her unprotected sex. The man wasn't covering his sex. Scandalous! Sinful! It would be if she wasn't a nun in a nudist colony. She tried to keep her eyes up towards his brown eyes.

"Restricted. We're long distance here on Puerto Rico, after all. If you can tell me where you want to call, we can-"

"No! I don't want to tell you. I mean, no, I changed my mind." It was hard to keep her eyes above his penis. This was the first live dick she could have seen. She did see! It wasn't as long as she thought a dick should be. But, then, it wasn't hard. It would then be a cock, not a dick, right?

Dick!?! She was reverting back to her surfer days!

"Yes, that's my name. What's yours?"

"What??" What was his name? "My name? Ber-" Who has a name like 'Bertrille'!? That's a nun's name! "My name is Frances!" And she held out her hand in an attempt to seem casual.

He took it and shook it. "You're new here."

"You can tell?" Of course he could tell. She herself knew she looked out of place with her completely pale, white skin and traces of lingerie. (Was his dick still a dick?)

"I'm one of the resort's hosts. It's my job to make your stay here comfortable."

"And I look like I'm uncomfortable!" she laughed nervously.

"You look like you need first aid."

"First aid?" She looked down at her naked body. She blushed, realizing the stranger had also been looking down on her short and naked body. But she also noticed the red lines, scrapes, scratches, and beginnings of bruises. "I fell...out of a tree."

"I hope you had a good view."

"I wasn't up there to look spy on nudists!" she defended herself.

"I didn't say you were," he said with a chuckled. "There are some good views of the scenery up in trees. I can help you climb your next one. "

Now she burned with shame. She felt smaller than her five-feet-two. And he was at least six feet!

"And I promise to catch you."

"Catch me?" Her hands began to pantomime. But if they did, they would brush up against his dick. {Penis! Think like a nun!}

"Come on," he said gently, taking her by an elbow. {Don't touch his body, Ber-, Frances!} "I'm taking you to see the nurse."

"What if I don't want to?"

"The insurance company wants you to. After falling out of a tree, you might have a concussion."