Try to cover yourself

Elena lets out a soft, understanding hum, her tone shifting seamlessly from playful teasing to the grounded, reassuring wisdom of someone thoroughly at home in her own skin. She leans forward slightly, resting her elbows on her bare knees, completely unmindful of how the movement stretches the tight, athletic contours of her toned core and defined six-pack.

“Honestly, Mark, there’s a whole etiquette to this that people outside the lifestyle never realize,” Elena explains, her voice calm and comforting. She looks between you and Lauren with a warm, open expression. “If we were at a large, mixed-company resort or a crowded beach with a lot of strangers, the standard courtesy is to just sit down, breathe, or drape a small towel over your lap until things settle. It’s about maintaining a comfortable social baseline for the people around you, so nobody feels uncomfortable.”

She pauses, her lips curving into a genuine smile as her gaze sweeps across the small porch, capturing the sheer, unblemished freedom the four of you are currently sharing in the late July heat.

“But in a small, private group like this? On your own ridge, where we’re all just enjoying the afternoon and getting to know each other?” Elena shrugs her exceptionally toned, seamlessly bronzed shoulders, her posture completely confident. “As long as everyone here is comfortable, there is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. The body does what it does. Accepting that, without the panic, without the guilt, is the whole point of shedding the clothes in the first place.”

Chloe nods firmly in agreement, leaning back into her chair. The movement causes her heavy, full breasts to shift naturally against her slender torso, her sun-kissed golden skin catching the dappled porch light. “Exactly. We’re all adults, and we’re all bare. There’s no judgment here, Mark.”

Lauren lets out a soft, grounded breath, her initial shock completely replaced by a profound sense of relief and admiration for their mindset. The deep crimson flush on her cheeks sweetens into a warm, highly affectionate smile. She steps closer to you, the cool orange bottle of sunblock held firmly in her hands.

“Hear that?” Lauren murmurs to you, her blue eyes locked onto yours with a beautifully thrilled, intimate spark. “No towel required. Now stand still and turn around so I can get your shoulders.”

You turn your back to her, feeling the soft mountain breeze ripple along your skin, closely followed by the soothing, cool sensation of Lauren’s hands smoothing the lotion across your back.