New Day, New Directions

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is an entry in the 2026 Nude Day contest. This story contains exhibitionism, heterosexual sex, lesbian sex, group sex, and a dose of forbidden fruit. Enjoy

"She's at it again" my ex-wife whispered to me. She'd been telling me for years that Briannah, our daughter's weird friend and now part of our extended family had a crush on me. Briannah is 28 now, thriving with her PhD in Chemical Engineering, but now, as then, remained a little on the weird side. Not weird in a bad way, just weird in "she lives in her own world" way.

I had never quite agreed with Darlene's opinion, but lately, I was starting to wonder. At our last big family gathering, she stood behind me and leaned her head over my shoulder to pose for a picture, but in order to do that, she had to stand on tiptoes, and her breasts were pressed firmly against my back and her crotch against my behind. Or should I say left breast against my back, right breast against the back of my arm. And just moments ago at this gathering, when she laughed at one of my corny jokes, she touched my arm. "The arm touch?" I asked.

Darlene rolled her eyes. "Yes, the arm touch. The brushing past you. The following you around. She rested her crotch on your shoulder while you were at the table, for God's sake!"

We had known Briannah for years from her position as a member of our daughter's group of friends, and all these years later, as almost part of the family. From awkward teen who was taller than all the boys her age, into a still awkward adult, subject to blurting out unusual comments, laughing at odd moments. However, if you're a sometimes dirty old man such as myself, if you look past her odd "Gramma dresses and shoes" fashion choices there was a tall and athletic body under there. But it was easy to miss. She didn't own a single tight outfit.

Her younger years weren't necessarily that easy. Her parents paid far more attention to her brother, and even as the academic awards started racking up for Briannah, it was still her brother, the football star who got most of the attention. At times, we felt like we were the only people in her life who offered her support and encouragement.

And we knew from overhearing the occasional conversation amongst the kids, that some of the other girls made fun of her height, her big feet, and her thick glasses. We were proud that our daughter was kind to her, even though they drifted apart. Briannah had the last laugh in her own way though, she was enjoying far more success in life than all the other mean girls and boys who ever made fun of her big feet.

In an odd twist of fate, our daughter ended up marrying Briannah's brother. Nobody was more surprised than we were, but the new dynamic meant Briannah was back making regular appearances in our social circle at events like birthdays, holidays, and big events, including the Fourth of July gathering we were attending.

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After our divorce, Darlene and I became quite good friends, who were able to laugh at our younger and much dumber selves. We divorced without drama, both of us thinking the grass would be so much greener, but it was just as brown and full of weeds afterwards too. One thing to our credit, we had always put our parenting ahead of everything else, and we remained friends.

More than friends, actually. It was just a few months after marrying her new husband that Darlene showed up at my door, furious. He had bought a boat without discussing it with her. She was beside herself, and ranted and raved, then walked straight to the bedroom and said, "We're fucking." And that was the beginning of me realizing that Darlene and her new husband having a fight often meant phenomenal sex for me, and this pattern gladly never came to an end. I almost felt guilty about it, but it would be at least every month or two that I would have some Darlene time. There was a stretch of almost daily sex for about a month, after David (he didn't like being called "Dave") bought himself that Porsche, again without talking it over with Darlene first.

I ended up not remarrying, but after a neighbor asked how Darlene was doing, because he had seen her car at my house, we realized we had to be sneakier than we had been. My house couldn't be our love-hut, it had to be elsewhere.

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It's also time to share a dirty little secret about Central Florida, where we live. Fall, Winter, and Spring, sure, it's a vacation paradise. But summer. Summer is hell, it's either hotter than hell, or raining. Raining hard.

Another little secret, this time about nudist colonies in very hot places like Florida, is that other than national holidays like the Fourth of July, there are quite a few nudist resorts that slash prices during the off-peak moments of the torturously hot summer, so weekly and monthly rentals during the summer can be surprisingly cheap at some places.

So, for several years now, Darlene and I would rent a place, where a week, even a month's rent, was cheaper that the amount we would spend if we met in hotels. Plus, we could come and go repeatedly without the pressure of checkout times and other hotel problems.

I was off to the side during the Fourth of July barbeque, following up on the reservation process for Shady Lakes, a nudist resort about an hour north of town in the middle of nowhere. Just then, Briannah came up from behind me, and in her typically socially awkward way, looked at my phone and said, "Shady Lakes, that's that retiree place up North, isn't it? You're not THAT old!"

I was a little flustered, didn't know what to say, but at least she only saw the reservations page, so if she thinks it's a retirement community, I'll consider that a victory. "Oh, um, well, they have weekly rentals for a really low price, so it's like a getaway I do once in a while. They umm, include golf discounts at all the golf courses nearby, so it almost pays for itself since I'm going there to play golf." I was proud of this excuse under such stress.

Darlene was within earshot, and I was hoping I made her proud. Except for what Briannah said next. "Oh, well, I'm off next week, do you mind if I come by? I'd love a mini getaway!"

"Oh, um, sure, that'd be great! Umm. Let me make sure you know though, you know what kind of place it is, right?"

"Yep. Wrinkleville," she joked. I assumed this meant she knew it was a nudist colony, since she tended to make old people jokes.

"Ok. We... I, I will be there the week of the tenth through seventeenth," I said, realizing this will put a kink in my plans with Darlene, but not the good kind.

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Darlene wasn't thrilled. Her husband's travel plans had been the impetus for our travel dates. We were going to have several days together, rather than our usual rushed times together, and we were looking forward to it. Now, much of the plans were in turmoil, with Briannah's invasion happening. We knew we'd at least have some time together, but I knew Darlene wasn't happy.

We did have one day together before Briannah's arrival. Darlene had planned ahead to disappear once Briannah arrived, so had bags packed in the car for a hasty exit once we knew Briannah was close. As is Briannah's way, she arrived an hour earlier than expected, calling from the gate to the resort. "It's a nudist colony?!?" she exclaimed.

"I thought you knew that. It's still everything I said, super cheap, because it's hot as hell right now."

"No! I thought it was an over 55 resort, that's why I said 'Wrinkleville'!'

"Oh. I thought you meant another similar kind of wrinkle, so I thought you knew." This gave me hope, that she'd turn around and leave.

"Well, do I have to be nude?" Briannah asked, in a slightly different weird tone of voice to her usual weird tone of voice.

"Nope. We.. Um, I mean, I stay clothed the whole time I'm here," I fibbed, kicking myself for saying 'we'.

"OK. So are you going to let me in?" she joked.

"The code is 6833, like "NUDE" if you use the alphabet codes on the keypad," I told her.

Darlene was walking out the door, waving bye. "I'm going to wait in the car, and park by the pool, just in case she decides to leave," she said.

"OK." I tried giving her a goodbye kiss, but Darlene was in no mood for that. We had been talking in nebulous terms about visiting a swinger's party while we were there. Briannah's visit would hamper those plans.

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I walked down to the parking lot to greet Briannah, fully clothed of course. With perfect timing, a foursome in a golf cart drove by as she got out of her car, an older gentleman in his backward facing seat and his equipment on full display. Briannah stared a little too long, and I said, "You see, that's the wrinkleville I was talking about, I thought you and I were saying the same thing."

"I see. Well, it'll be fine. Thanks for letting me come visit. I was getting a little antsy visiting my parents for the full two weeks of my vacation, I'm sorry I just invited myself. They don't know I'm visiting you, by the way, nobody does." Bianna had also brought her dog, a cute shaggy little thing. "I better walk her, been a long drive by her standards." We took the dog for a walk, and the path we took had us witness a few other naked couples walking around. Again, Briannah looked for a slightly too long amount of time.

"You get used to it. You practice a bit, you look briefly, making a point not to totally avoid looking, but making a point not to look too long either," I joked. "The people here who are regulars know the process and are generally nice to us short term visitors. They know the resort needs our money." I hoped my guidance would help. We were all fond of Briannah, but awkward social moments were to be expected with her around.

As we walked back to the car, got Briannah's bags, and went up to the room, I felt my phone buzz with the special short-buzz/long-buzz/short-buzz that told me for sure it was Darlene. I glanced at the phone, she was asking what was going on. "She's come up. Didn't leave," I replied. I didn't have to pretend not to be getting texts, so I wasn't being overly surreptitious.

In the room, I showed Briannah the suite. It was small, with just one bedroom that I gave to her. I told her I'd be here on the couch at nights, and although it pained me to say it, I had to go through the motions and say she could stay there as long as she wanted.

Another text from Darlene, after about ten minutes. "Fuck it, I'm coming back to the room. Pretend I'm staying in another room elsewhere though, don't tell her we were staying there together." I could tell Darlene was irritated with the whole situation. She had been calm about it, but now that Briannah was here, she was showing more signs of annoyance.

"K." was all I could do. Briannah was excitedly pacing around the suite, looking out all the windows and over the balcony for naked people, and asking questions. Things like, "Is everybody naked, how often do people go around with clothes, is everybody old, why do they all have towels?"

We heard the door knock, and I opened it. "Darlene!" I exclaimed, pretending to be surprised. Actually, I was surprised. She was standing outside the door naked, nothing but her towel and keys in her hand. "You're over in Building 'D', right?" I was babbling, her nakedness caught me off guard.

Darlene nodded. "Yes, building D. What do you think of this place, Briannah?" Darlene was being polite, but I knew her well enough to spot the coldness in her tone. "I discovered this place and told Jack about it, we often end up here the same week during summer."

Briannah was momentarily speechless, staring at Darlene's gorgeous naked body. "You're. Naked!" she blurted out, then started her loud giggling.

"I am," Darlene replied. "We're allowed to, you know." Darlene again sounded a little impatient, but I knew she liked being naked and looked at. And with her tall slender body, people always looked.

Briannah partly regained her composure, but continued asking questions about the place. We didn't even sit down, we stood near the still open front door talking. There was a nervous energy to her questions. She was still occasionally glancing at Darlene's nudity, her nice breasts, her completely smooth and hairless body.

"Actually, I was on my way to the canteen, I was going to see if you needed anything?" Darlene said to me. I shook my head no. "Why don't you come with me Briannah? I'll show you around."

"Can I go with clothes on?" Briannah asked.

"You can, of course. Ironically, you'll be stared at more with clothes on than without," chuckled Darlene. She was so smooth. Even if she was still annoyed. She had always liked Briannah, but like most of the family, you couldn't ignore her weird ways sometimes. "Nobody here cares."

Briannah paused for a moment, thinking about it. Then in a move that shocked us all, she exclaimed, "OK!" and in the blink of an eye, her T-Shirt was off, her bra was off, and she slid her white denim skirt down, stepped out of her shoes, and slid out of her old fashioned white cotton panties. She had bush, lots of it, but we were shocked at how quickly she undressed, and how very buff her tall slim body was. "Let's go!" she giggled, practically ignoring me.

"Are you coming, Jack?" Darlene asked, mischievously. Her tone had changed, and I wasn't sure why. I know I was shocked at how amazingly fit and toned Briannah's body was, and how good she looked naked. Maybe Darlene was too. Or maybe Darlene knew how much attention two beautiful tall women would get, walking around together. I wasn't sure why, but I was glad Darlene's mood was changing.

"No, no, you go ahead, show her around. I'll leave the door open and listen out in case a riot starts with you two walking around though," I joked.

They left for the canteen.

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I only got one text from Darlene while they were gone. "She's into being nude! She's super aroused, I can tell. Her nipples are so hard!"

It was about half an hour before they came back. Darlene brought me a sandwich, and Briannah was excitedly babbling on. "So many penises," she laughed. It was true, there were always things dangling about.

"I didn't hear a riot, that's good."

"Oh, there was a riot, everybody was checking her out. Fresh meat," Darlene joked. "Did you enjoy the attention, Briannah?"

"I was too busy being self conscious," Briannah replied.

"You are stunningly beautiful, Briannah. Nothing to be self conscious about," Darlene told her.

"Yes, I meant what I said about the riot. You're both tall and slim and majestic looking, I'm sure there are still some jaws on the floor from you two walking around. Everybody here is naked, but not everyone looks like you, especially two of you! In fact, nobody looks like you two!" I was worried I sounded a bit too enthusiastic, but Briannah seemed to appreciate it.

"I was the only one with pubic hair, I think. I didn't see a single person. Not a single strand even," Briannah said.

Darlene knew me and my simple brain. "Well, nobody cares about that either. As long as you have your towel. You probably noticed everybody has a towel. It's an irony of nudist colonies, for all the freedom they proclaim, it's almost considered a crime to not have a butt-hair towel on you at all times."

"I was wondering about the towels," Briannah laughed. "But I've spent my life sticking to my pubic hair ways, but for the first time ever, I'm thinking about it. You.. I mean your.. I mean, you just look so good," she said to Darlene, as she admiringly checked out Darlene's smooth mound, and the parts that were visible because of it.

"Well, make no mistake, you are stunning with or without pubic hair. If you decide to try it, great, I'll help. And if you try it and don't like it, it'll grow back. I eventually got laser hair removal, myself," Darlene explained.

"It does look good," Briannah was still checking out Darlene's bald pussy. Her hesitation, the pause in her voice, she was thinking about it.

"Jack, you probably have an electric razor with a buzzer thingy, don't you? In the bathroom?"

I nodded.

"We'll be back," Darlene said, and took Briannah by the hand to the bathroom first to get my toiletries bag with my razor in it and several towels, then into the bedroom. The door clicked shut.

From the couch, I couldn't believe my ears. Briannah always giggled loudly at everything, so there was lots of giggling. Then sounds of the razor buzzing. More giggling. When they talked, I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I was so hard, I couldn't risk standing right by the door if they came out and caught me off guard.

At one point, Darlene shouted out for me to fill a pot from the kitchenette with warm water, and bring an extra towel. When I knocked on the door, Darlene opened it just a crack, took the towel and the pot, winked at me, then shut the door. "Girls only," she joked.

After a while, there came a period of odd silence that lasted a good five minutes, just the occasional indiscernible murmur. I was wondering what was going on, but stayed seated on the couch. Eventually the door opened, and Briannah dashed into the bathroom. Darlene came over to me, grinned mischievously, and smeared her index finger across my nostrils. "I think she liked it!"

I was stunned. Because Darlene's finger unmistakably smelled like pussy. "She came so hard, did you hear? I was wrapping up, that never-ending step of getting that last hair, and she grabbed my hand and put my finger into her pussy. I finger fucked her, but boy was she ready, she came in seconds. But then had me finger her again. And her shaved pussy looked so good, I licked her clit while I fingered her, and she came again!" Darlene kissed me on the lips. "Lick around my mouth," she whispered. I did. It wasn't just Briannah who was aroused. Darlene was too.

"Did she lick you back?" I had to ask.

"She's coming, shh," Darlene said, her voice trailing off to a hushed whisper. But notably, Darlene hadn't answered my question either. I was left to wonder.

Briannah came out completely nude and as smooth as can be. She was a little nervous at me in particular looking directly at her, but nonetheless did a "Tadahhh!" type pose, proudly if nervously putting herself on display. "Come show him, come show him! Stand there. Turn around. Put your right leg up on the coffee table," Darlene was directing Briannah to put on a show. "Let's let him get alllll his looking out of the way up front. Ok, turn around, your ass to him. Bend forward, palms on the floor. Now, sit in the chair across from us. I know you're flexible, yes, knees up to your shoulders, show him that bald pussy! Legs open nice and wide."

Briannah had been a little hesitant at first, but Darlene's directions were helping, and by the time she sat in the comfy chair across from us, me staring hypnotized, she was enthusiastically opening her legs far and wide to show me her freshly shaven privates.

"Remember I told you he's an ass freak, curl up some more, I know he wants to see that back door of yours. Look how cute it is, Jack! And you, be careful flashing that thing around, you'll end up with his tongue stuck in it," Darlene said to Briannah.

The moment, as delightful as it was, was too brief, about ten seconds, then it was over. And Briannah returned to a normal, but still slightly exhibitionistic position. I was alone in a room with two naked women. It was a good day.

"Sooooo...," Darlene trailed off.

"I was thinking the same thing! Sooooo...," trailed off Briannah too.

I knew where this was going. They wanted me to strip. But there is still a huge amount of awkwardness regarding Briannah. It's not clear that she's interested in me for real sex, beyond the alleged crush, she's a friend of the family, but most of all, there's the uncontrollable erection that I would have. Combine parts one and two, that's a big three! "Well, you see. There's umm..."