Linda and Cass at a Clothing Optional Resort

Linda stood in the centre of her hotel room and took stock of what she was wearing. This did not take long. Upon her feet she wore a pair of pink aquatic sneakers (the type that you can wear in swimming pools), and above her hand was a matching pink wristband which served two purposes at the resort, although we will come to this in time. Other than these two items of clothing she was naked.

She was in her early thirties, and was an attractive woman. Dark black hair curled down to her shoulders, not quite reaching her C-cup bust and doing nothing to hide her exposed areolas. Her stomach was flat and well toned, and beneath her belly button was a neatly trimmed landing strip.

She walked to the window and stared out at the resort. It was like a miniature self contained town. The hotel was at the northern end of the resort, and stretching to the east and west were the enormous brick walls that guaranteed privacy from the outside world. They reached as far as the ocean to the south where, from her window, Linda could see the beach already busy with people. A single wide boulevard ran from the hotel down to the beach, and on either side of the road were the various amenities the resort offered; a cafe, a restaurant, a gym, a cinema, a small shopping mall... it really was like a miniature town.

Eager to explore, Linda walked to the door of her room and stepped into the hallway beyond. With the door closed, Linda placed her wristband against a metal strip underneath the door handle. The mechanism whirled into place, and the door locked. She gave the handle a quick jiggle to make sure it was locked, causing her breasts to bounce with the movement, and once she was satisfied she made her way to the room next door and knocked.

Cassandra - or Cass for short - was her oldest and dearest friend. Unlike Linda, however, Cass had never been involved with any form of public nudity. This was her first time visiting anything like a Clothing Optional Resort. Fresh from a breakup, however, she'd consented to stay there with Linda and to see what the whole thing was about.

She opened the door. Unlike Linda, Cass was perhaps not in the sleekest of shape; a little big wider of hip, a little larger of chest. Her red hair was tied up neatly in a bun above her head. Also unlike Linda, Cass was wearing clothes, ready for the day's activity.

"Oh." she said, her eyes wide. "You're, ah, already naked."

"Yuh huh." Linda replied. "And I see you're dressed for..."