Once we were through the doors I started to relax a bit. After all, it wasn't my first time at a nudist resort.
Puberty had been reasonably kind to me so far. I wasn't uncomfortable about my shape, and I didn't get covered in zits like some kids. It was just the whole sex thing. I was fourteen years old and couldn't help having a hormonal reaction to seeing people naked and being seen naked. In the normal, textile world, this was an adolescent boy's fantasy and I was either a dream or a nightmare. Either way, it felt weird.
Maybe here too. I could see that, despite being more comfortable with nudism than I was, Jeff wasn't having any more luck controlling the hormones. He was trying to hide an erection by staying close to the counter. Come to that, even Dad wasn't exactly limp. I shuddered involuntarily and looked away. It least for me it wasn't so obvious.
Mum and Dad checked us in and we went up to our suite. It consisted of three bedrooms, a big bathroom with a bath and a shower, and an open-plan lounge and kitchenette that opened out onto a semi-private balcony overlooking the pool. Beyond the pool were tennis courts, and beyond them the beach. Off to the left was a golf course and to the right a lush forest with trails for hiking, biking and even - it said in the brochure - horseback riding, every other day. That was the one thing I was most looking forward to, but I didn't see any horses today. Perhaps tomorrow, then.
By the time we were unpacked, I was feeling more normal. The initial burst of hormones and anxiety had worn off and I was ready to go and enjoy the sun and the breeze on my skin. Jeff came out of his room, his boner deflated. It looked like he had acclimatized too.
"What are you kids going to do first?" asked Mum.
"Swim," we both said together.
"Alright. Stick together, you two," she said. "At least until we all know our way around."
Jeff and I grabbed towels and ran downstairs. We stepped out onto the patio and considered our options.
The pool was right here, but there were already lots of people in and around it. Little kids splashing and making noise, adults lounging in and out of the water and old people doing slow laps. But it was right there.
The beach was a few hundred yards away beyond the tennis courts. Out there we could probably find some space to ourselves, and once in the water our nakedness wouldn't be so obvious, but it was much further to go... past the busy tennis courts... in the nude.
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