SR Day 12 - Naturally

Annette climbs out of her luxury car and takes a deep breath of the fresh, Sunday afternoon air. It’s warm and sunny. Absolutely beautiful.

The Lodge looks good. Everyone is doing their jobs correctly.

She strides briskly up to the door and lets herself in, stopping at what she sees. Ahead of her is the main room, where the heads and shoulders of the girls watching TV are all visible over the back of the sofas. All she sees is bare skin.

Annette looks to her left, where she gets an eyeful of Bee’s pale, full backside. The caretaker is working on dinner, and as always in the kitchen, she’s wearing an apron. But she’s wearing nothing else except her blindfold.

Deeply confused, Annette clears her throat and enters the kitchen.

“Bee,” she says quietly.

“Yes?”

“Why are you naked?”

“I’m wearing an apron.”

“Are you a newlywed? Is this a hentai manga?”

“It’s just peer pressure,” Bee replies, opening the refrigerator.

Annette reaches past her to grab a bottle of wine. She senses that she’s going to need it as she ventures back into the main room.

One of the girls on the couches is wearing a pair of cotton panties. The rest are nude. On the screen is a sports documentary. They look relaxed. One has a beer in her hand.

Annette turns to see two more girls, nude and dripping water, going up the stairs. One of them has a beautiful cock, which swings merrily between her legs as she towels herself off while walking.

Annette hurries down the hall to the indoor pool room and… sure enough.

Out of the dozen girls in there, swimming and lounging around the pool, only two wear bathing suits, and one of them only has the bottoms on.

And… Adella is on a lounger with the busty, redheaded Irish girl going down on her in front of everyone. One of the other girls is touching herself.

Annette moves to the side so they won’t see her watching, biting her knuckle as she watches Riona’s lips slide up and down that thick, twitching, firm, warm…

She tears her eyes away and takes out her phone to start calling coaches, but as she does, she looks out the window.

Amelie is out there with another dozen girls, leading them in yoga alongside that petite French girl that’s always with her. None of them are clothes. Annette is momentarily distracted by Lara, whose full, curved erection is almost brushing the perfect, green grass as she bends over, savoring the view of a nude Amelie…

Annette groans in annoyance and calls the producers instead.

“I wanted it to be sexy,” she snaps. “Not this sexy!”

“We don’t know what happened,” Clara replies.

…Meanwhile, a mile away at the main camp, the employees are hard at work. It rained all day yesterday, so now they have very little time to get everything set up for the new week. They hustle around, building sets, setting up lights, and positioning the tents.

It’s extra hard for them to concentrate around the soccer fields because of the two nude bodies writhing in the grass, dead in the center circle of the main field. A redhead named Kayla has it especially bad. She tries not to look as she helps another girl set up a tent.

Moxxi and Lulu sit in folding chairs nearby, cocktails in hand. Unlike everyone else, they just watch openly.

You break your kiss with Sun, still buried inside her. She unwraps her legs from your waist and spreads them, luxuriating in the sunlight, open air, and soft grass. It’s hot today, and you were getting into it. Sweat drips from your face onto hers as she looks up at you.

You thrust suddenly. She moans and smiles, reaching up to wrap her arms around your neck, pulling you back down into a wet, salty kiss. She arches her back, rising to meet you as you push into her. The warmth of the sunlight on your bare body intensifies everything.

You have a feeling you will never be nervous about being on camera again.

~ Route End ~