Eric did not capisce. A first-class trip to a Florida estate for a party of naturists seemed entirely memorable just as it was. The cautions Asahi and Ari had offered sprang to mind; his heart began to pound.
Erika laid a manicured hand on Eric's thigh, making his cock jump a little. "Oh, but absolutely are you going to make this worthwhile, lover." She paused, looking across the pool. If anyone noticed them, they would see three party-goers enjoying light conversation as they kicked at the water. Nothing unseemly.
Jillian took a sip of her drink. "What Erika means is that this is your lucky night too. We have a proposal for you. We do the party, the small talk, the food, for an acceptable amount of time…"
Erika continued, "And then we retire to your suite for the real party."
Eric was appalled. "Both of you?"
Erika threw her head back with delight. "Of course, both of us." She looked directly at Eric. "A threesome. You, Jillian, me. We do each other. We do you." She gave a little wave of her hand. "Whatever combination comes to mind."
Eric slipped into the water to face them, trying to hide his distaste. They were attractive, there was no doubt about it, but they could both be his mothers! And he was married! "Ladies," he said gently but firmly, "thanks for the invitation, but no. If you'll excuse me, Ari wanted me to show some folks the fireplace."
He walked through the water to the steps and got out, grabbing the towel Doris had brought him and drying himself before he headed back inside. As he did, he could hear Erika grousing in bits and pieces. "Damn him… flirted…"
Jillian's comment made him chuckle: "That one's strung too tightly, Erika. If he's got a sex life, it must be vanilla as all get out."
Donna was breathless with giggles. "I'm sorry, Eric. I know it's not really funny, but the thought of you walking into a room of geezers with no clothes on. That is hilarious."
Eric joined her laughter. "It was unique; that's for sure! But you know what? After about a minute, I hardly noticed. Everyone carries a towel, which I, of course, didn't know, but Doris got one for me. You put the towel wherever you sit, for courtesy and hygiene. They don't give it a second thought, so neither did I, after the initial shock. And they were all so nice."
"Be honest—were they all old, or were there some babes there too?"
"There were… younger people there, yes. A few couples brought their grown children. There were even a few younger children—grandkids."
Donna was amazed. "Wow. So it really isn't about sex, then."
"Not at all. Just a lifestyle. The people I talked to said they're naturists at home. Some of them live at a naturist resort about an hour away. They get together socially at least once a month, bowling, pot-lucks, things any group might do, just without clothes. There's a nude beach a bit south of here that they love and maintain, but the Steins also let the group use their beach access here."
Eric thought it prudent to not mention his embarrassing sofa pillow incident. When the first rather striking young mother had walked across the room holding her toddler by the hand, nature had kicked in unexpectedly. He'd gotten acclimated to the older bodies wandering in and out of the room, but she was the type who turns heads on the sidewalk. Fortunately, a pillow was close enough to grab and place discreetly on his lap.
"No worries," a man sitting close by had encouraged quietly. "Always a bit of a challenge at first for new guys your age. For us? Not so much." He'd smiled at his friend beside him, pointing to his toupee. "We notice up here, of course."
He'd noticed something surprisingly comforting, though, that he did mention to Donna. He couldn't help but see the roomfuls of genitals; they were just there. He was actually more interested in that aspect than multitude of breasts showing various degrees of gravity. He'd read that in the flaccid state, penises were fairly uniform in size, but he'd never believed it. He certainly hadn't researched it himself.
"Not that I studied every man's junk, but I can say with some authority now that all men are created equal in some respects," Eric told Donna. When she giggled, he went on. "In some respects. Penises, about the same regardless of age or race, just hanging there in limbo. Balls? Now that's another story." Dimensions had ranged from ping-pong balls to softballs.
When he told her about the threesome invite, she was appropriately livid. "The nerve of those biddies!"
Apparently, the mental picture Donna had conjured differed significantly from reality, but he didn't contradict her. If she drew comfort from thinking a couple of dowdy grandmas had tried to chat him up, that was fine.
"It was flattering, actually," he said.
"Hm. Well, I understand—even the jerk at work who annoys me—I mean, he noticed. That's something," Donna agreed.
"Jerk?"
"I mentioned the new photographer to you earlier, didn't I?" Donna asked.
Donna had been upset all out of proportion, in his opinion. "He's harmless, I'm sure," Eric said. "Just a guy being a guy. Hey, any more problems with the Peeping Toms?"
There had been additional reports scattered throughout the city, and women were on edge. Jessica was working on a column about self-defense training, Donna explained. "Anything to give them more peace of mind."
Donna and Eric talked the longest they'd talked since he left, getting updates on their respective jobs, what was going on with Layla and the baby, Donna's part-time work at the club, a bit of trouble with that hadn't amounted to anything.
"Trouble? What kind of
