Does She Look Like a Nudist?

She was about to bravely step out from behind the tree, when she remembered that she probably wouldn't be able to come back for her habit. She certainly didn't want it to be found before she away from Sunny Side Nudist Resort!

She took all of the parts of her carefully-folded nun's habit and pushed them deep in the nearby bush. (And getting a few more scratches.)

"Now!" She said. She stepped out into the open, and ran her hand down as if straightening her clothes. But she, of course, wasn't wearing clothes. Her hand slid down her hips. They felt the indentations left by the elastic of her panties. And, looking down, she noticed the marks her bra had left around her breasts. "Isn't that great," she told herself. "They may not, I pray, know I'm a novice nun, but they'll know I'm a novice nudist." Very novice. In sunny Puerto Rico, the only part of her that was tan was her face as the bathroom mirror had told her. The rest of her was very pale.

"Maybe I should stay right here for a while and give myself a chance to tan." She had been a surfer, and that part of her wanted the tan. But she knew that was impractical, and her delay would cause even more worry back at the convent. (And in the back of her mind was her best friend, Larue, talking about sunstroke.)