Lights! Camera! Naked Nun!

“Th, thank you.” She couldn’t look him in the face any more. But looking down meant looking at his dick. {It’s longer than your fingers, Ber- Frances!} She looked to the side. She didn’t want to ogle again, but the bobbing, wagging, swinging and bouncing of dicks and their balls drew her attention. Few were as big as the black man, or even her escort, but they were all -

Flash!

Startled, Bertrille yelped! A camera had caught her staring at what nuns weren’t supposed to be staring at! Her burning blush reached further down her chest.

“I’m sorry!” said the all-over tan woman wearing only a camera with a strap. She was the same nude woman who had been taking pictures of the nude volleyball game. The sun-bleached chestnut haired nude woman was young and fit enough to be playing the game. Though with those large, maybe D cup-sized, boobs, it might not be too enjoyable. At least that was Frances’s un-nun-like opinion. She was still too aware of her own naked smaller breasts and how they were moving. “I can see this is your first time nude.”

“Yeah. It must show.” {Ow! Did you just make a pun?}

“My name is Carlotta,” the nude woman held out her hand.

Carlotta was tall. Her nude boobs with the long nipples were close to Frances’s face. “My name is...Frances.” {Forget you’re Bertrille until you’re back in clothes!}

The superbly figured woman held onto the hand and used it to have Frances move this way and that. She was inspecting her naked body! At 36B-26-35, Frances knew she did not have much of a figure at all. As a nun, that did not matter at all. But she was feeling like a surfer girl again. Bikinis hadn’t hidden her shortcomings, but now she didn’t even have those scraps of cloth! “You are banged up.”

Frances’s turn had her facing the male nudist host (and his dick) who had found her. “She said she fell out of a tree, Miss Carlotta,” he said .

“Fell out of a tree?” It amused her. “I remember climbing trees.” Frances wondered if she had just been insulted, implying that the woman had only done that when she looked more like her. Less developed. If the stacked woman had, she might forget she was a nun. She was feisty when irritated.

“I’m taking her to the infirmary, Miss Carlotta,” the host told her.

“Insurance and liability. I understand.” She raised the camera again and started taking photos of Frances from different angles. Flash! Flash! Between shots, she said, “Documentation.”

“Do you really need a flash in direct sunlight?” Frances was getting irritated. The flash seemed to be penetrating her exposed head-to-toe skin.

“Probably not. But I’m no professional. It’s just more fun.”

“Miss Ramirez is the sister of the resort owner.”

“...Ramirez?” Frances said in a small voice. “Not...Carlos Ramirez?”