Nude Noir

Allison worked her hands down my abdomen. "No washboard, but you sure are solid," she commented. She stopped above my groin and bent down to cover my calves. She worked about halfway up my thighs before saying, "turn around, I'm saving the best for last." Allison worked on my upper back like a masseuse. Her hands on the backs of my thighs felt great and felt even better when she worked on my ass.

Allison spent a while on my ass. I didn't complain. Finally, she said, "turn around." She looked at my partially erect dick and said, "I've been waiting for this. Spread your legs."

I did as I was told. Allison squatted down, poured sunscreen into her hand, and reached between my legs to the back of my balls. She brought her hand forward, following the contour of my balls until she reached the base of my shaft. She poured more sunscreen into one hand, put the bottle on the floor, and spread the sunscreen between her two hands. Then, she placed one hand on each side of my balls and drew her hands toward her until they met under my dick. Allison put a couple more drops of sunscreen on her right index finger. She gently pinched my dickhead between her left thumb and forefinger, lifted me up, and began running her right forefinger up the underside of my shaft.

Allison could have kept doing that as far as I was concerned, but she stopped, stood up, and put more sunscreen in her right hand. She took my dick in the palm of her left hand. She began spreading the sunscreen in her right hand along the top of my shaft. She left a glob of sunscreen on my circumcision scar for a moment before she started spreading it over my dickhead with her forefinger in a circular motion. I was starting to face the possibility that I'd shoot when she stopped. She reached up, gave me a quick kiss on the lips, and said, "you have a nice dick."

Allison put the sunscreen on a table, picked up a large towel, and said, "let's get to work."

As you'd expect, Allison had given me a very firm erection. As she started to open the door to our room, I said, "I don't think our clients would appreciate me going outside like this."

Allison closed the door, turned, and looked at my hard-on. She giggled. "I'd take care of that for you," she said, "but I hate the taste of sunscreen. I guess we'll have to wait."

I relaxed after a few minutes. I picked up a towel and a small waterproof pouch containing our keycards and some cash. On the walkway outside our room, we had quite a view. Immediately below us was the big pool, surrounded by lounge chairs, most of which were in use. Beyond that was a smaller pool bisected by a volleyball net. Further away to our right, there were a couple of inground hot tubs, one large and the other much smaller. Further off to our left was a sand volleyball court. Below us to the right was the outdoor bar, being tended by a topless blonde with big tits. "This place looks great!" Allison said.

She took my hand and we walked side-by-side down the steps. I guessed this was part of Allison's effort to create the illusion we were a couple. She was doing a damned good job. I was beginning to think of us as a couple. I also thought a guy could do a lot worse, but not much better, than Allison Nance for a partner. I mentally dope-slapped myself. Jesus! I was a year older than twice her age.

We found a couple of lounge chairs next to each other. We sat for about an hour just watching how everyone acted and trying to get a sense of the vibe. It was very relaxed. Of course, there were only couples or a few groups of two men and two women. The apparent ages of the people ranged from twenties to seventies. There were two couples who were in fantastic shape and a couple who were both obese. Everyone else was basically average.

I finally went to the bar to get drinks. As I approached, the very buxom young blonde said cheerfully, "Hi! I'm Kim. What can I get young?" I had a quick moment of standing outside myself seeing me, stark naked, talking to an attractive young woman wearing only a thong. Then, I regained my focus and ordered two local beers. Kim caught me looking at her thong and said, "State of Florida says I have to wear it. It sucks but what can you do?"

"You would rather work nude?" I asked.

"Shit yeah!" Kim replied with a smile. I charged the beers to our room and left her a cash tip.

As Allison and I sipped our beers, we decided Kim was likely to know if there were any drugs available at The Cove. We also decided that it was better if Allison approached Kim about that. Despite my banishment years ago, I still had some "cop smell" on me.

Allison went to the bar. Watching her walk from behind was, well, stimulating. She talked with Kim for a few moments and turned to walk back. Watching Allison walk towards me was every bit as nice as watching her walk away. Behind her, I could see Kim talking on a cell phone.

We finished our beers and Allison said, "Let's get in the pool. Remember, we're supposed to be a couple on vacation. It would look weird if we didn't." I couldn't argue with that. I followed Allison to the pool's edge. She looked to make sure no one was in the water in front of her and then gracefully dove in. Damn, she was stunning naked. I waited for Allison to get out of the way and dove in myself, much less gracefully.

I surfaced on the far side of the pool. The water was about mid-way up my chest. Something bumped me. Allison's body slid up mine until she was standing right in front of me. We were touching. "What are you doing?" I asked softly.

"Maintaining cover," Allison whispered back. "We're both naked. We're supposed to be a couple. It would look weird if we didn't touch each other." She put her arms around me and leaned her head on my chest for a moment. It crossed my mind that maintaining cover might be the best part of this job.

We were toweling off by our lounge chairs when we were approached by a tall Hispanic-looking man. He was obviously a bodybuilder. From his broad shoulders to his massive calves, it seemed that every muscle cell stood out individually underneath his hairless skin. He was nude except for a pouch concealing his dick and balls. After giving us a moment to be impressed by his physique, he said in a surprisingly high-pitched voice, "You want party supplies?"

"What have you got?" Allison asked.

"Whatever you want," the gangbanger replied.

"Yeah," Allison said, "we might want something for tonight."

"Come over to number 7 in the condos," the gangbanger said. "We'll fix you up."

He started to walk away, but stopped, looked me up and down, and gave me a look I'd seen plenty of times before. The look said, "you think you're bad, but you haven't seen bad until you mess with me." I wasn't as intimidated as I was supposed to be. I had dealt with his type before and, hand-to-hand, usually came out on top. The danger with guys like him was that they didn't like scratches on their obsessively tended bodies. They used guns, often, and with damned little provocation. I was also unhappy that the gangbanger had assessed me as competition, albeit inferior. I'd have preferred he thought me a timid insurance agent.

I pretended to snooze while Allison read a book. The gangbanger came back, talking to people on the other side of the pool. With him was another man who could have been his clone and two dark-skinned women with large tits and asses. All four were nude except for pouches on the men and thongs on the women. None of them were exposing their genitals. That struck me as odd. I thought that having your pubes uncovered was the point of The Cove. That thought made me realize that having my pubes and the rest of my body uncovered was quite pleasant.

I pointed out the gangbanger and his friends to Allison. "The women don't look like they are really with the men, if you know what I mean," Allison said. She was right. The two women kept some distance from the two men. Nothing suggested any intimacy, or even friendship, between the women and either of the men.

When I pointed out that all four people were covering themselves, Allison giggled. "Well," she said, "those boys have some big muscles but that doesn't mean they have dicks like yours. Yours should be out for all to see. Maybe theirs' should be kept covered. Don't steroids make your dick and balls shrink up?"

"That's what I've heard," I replied.

"Seriously," Allison said, "you are right. Those four aren't even pretending to be on vacation. They're working." Just then, a nude couple in their thirties stood and followed one of the women away from the pool. The gangbangers made the rounds and, if someone wanted something, they went with one of the women to make the buy. I felt confident we had identified our dealers. The problem now was getting them out of The Cove without involving Pasco police. I doubted they would leave just because I asked nicely.

Allison and I decided to take a walk by condo number 7. The condos were two rows of six two-level townhouses. The two rows faced each other. Between them was a paved walkway flanked on either side by small front yards. The area started, maybe, 200 yards from the pool.

It was mid-afternoon and hot. Unit 7 was on the end of a row closet to the pool. As we approached, we saw several people going in and out of Unit 7. Allison and I were holding hands. I thought a naked couple holding hands was about as non-threatening as you could get.

As we approached, the gangbanger who spoke to us a couple of hours earlier called out "Ready to buy?"

Allison pleasantly shook her head and called back, "I don't think so."

The gangbanger's look turned angry. "Then keep moving," he yelled. "Ain't nothing for you round here."

We walked to the end of condo row. An older woman was lying in a lounge on the lawn of one of the units on the side opposite Unit 7. "They are so rude," she said as we passed her. "Thank god they never stay the night."

The walkway ended at a locked gate. We had to turn and retrace our steps. The gangbanger watched us suspiciously until we were out of sight. I assumed that even the gangbanger appreciated the beauty of Allison's bare ass.

We were both intrigued by the woman's statement that the gangbanger and his friends never stayed at The Cover over night. I went to the room, called Paul Westerfeld, and asked him for some information. We agreed to meet off the resort property the next morning.

There did not seem to be more that could be done on the job right away, so Allison and I spent the rest of the afternoon playing resort guests. We had a couple more beers and got into the pool a couple more times. Around the time that another woman relived Kim at the outdoor bar, Allison asked me, "So, how are you adapting to walking around naked?"

"Well," I replied, "it has been a long time since I was at a resort of any kind, but, I have to confess that being here nude is more pleasant than I remember clothed resorts being."

Allison's face lit up. "I'm glad you're enjoying it," she said. "I love to go nude."

I was tempted to ask where all she had gone nude. Instead, I asked "What do you want to do about dinner?"

"Our food is comped here," Allison replied, "and we can go nude in the resort restaurant. I've never eaten a restaurant meal in the nude. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

Dinner was fun, although I think that was largely due to Allison's lovely little bare tits on display across the table from me. As I was writing our room number on the check and adding another cash tip, our waitress asked, "Are you going to the disco tonight?"

I thought discos had died out long ago. Allison said, "No, we don't want to dress and go off the resort."

"No," the waitress replied, "I meant the resort's disco."

"There's a disco here?" Allison asked. Our waitress nodded. "What is the dress code?" Allison asked.

"You're free to wear as much or as little as you prefer," the waitress answered. "Most guests wear lingerie or less."

As the waitress walked away, Allison faced me and said, "Isn't that great? A disco you can go nude in?"

"Are you old enough to have ever gone to a disco?" I asked.

Allison gave a mock pout and replied, "No, but I've been to plenty of bars where there was dancing. What's the difference?" I conceded there wasn't any real difference. "Come on Ian," Allison said. "We have to try it. Imagine being on the dance floor completely nude!"

That is exactly where I found myself a couple hours later. I'm clueless about what you do on a dancefloor. I was saved from highlighting that fact because the dancefloor of the resort's disco was too crowded to do much beyond twisting slightly or swaying from side to side. The crowd meant that I was frequently rubbing bare asses with whomever was dancing behind me. I tried to block the thought that it might be guys dancing behand me and focus on Allison. The upside was that Allison was the most beautiful woman in the room. It was hot on the dance floor and the sweat on Allison's skin just made her look sexier.

I had just turned to go get a drink when the DJ started a slow song. Allison grabbed my arm and said, "get back here!" She pressed her bare body against mine and wrapped her arms around me. I put my arms around the small of her back. "Lower Ian," Allison said. I moved my hands down onto her ass.

I'm as bad at slow dancing as any other dancing. With Allison's nude body rubbing against mine, I really didn't care. The feel of my dick rubbing again Allison's abdomen was making me hard. "I like your dick rubbing against me," Allison said. She looked up into my eyes. "There's someplace else I'd rather have it rub against me." Unless I misunderstood, that shocked me. I hadn't considered that Allison would want to have sex with me. Taking my silence for reluctance, Allison said, in a pleading tone, "we have to fuck. You know that."

There was no mistaking Allison's meaning now. I smiled. I wanted this woman. "When?" I asked.

"Right now," Allison said. She took my hand and led me off the dancefloor. As we were going out the disco's door, an older couple were coming in. The woman looked down at my semi-erect dick and said "nice."

"I hope so," Allison replied. "I'll tell you in a couple of hours."

We walked quickly past the empty pool, up the steps, and into our room. We were kissing as the door closed. Allison started stroking my dick. I put my hand between her legs and started fingering her. When we broke our kiss, Allison said, "I've wanted this since I put sunscreen on you this morning." That seemed like days ago.

Suddenly, I remembered something and stopped. "What's wrong?" Allison asked.

"I didn't bring any fucking rubbers," I answered.

"Ian, I have an IUD in," Allison said. "I trust you don't have any STDs. We're partners." Allison led me to the bed by my dick. She lay on her back. I got on the bed above her and worked my dick into her. "You're big," Allison grunted. She was tight. I began thrusting and sucking one of her nipples. After a few minutes, Allison said "kiss me." Our mouths and tongues met. I looked down into Allison's big eyes. Damn, the woman looked beautiful and felt beautiful.

Allison had strong pelvic muscles. She could clamp down tight enough that it took almost all my effort to make a thrust inside her. It was real work, but the sensation was indescribable. It felt so good that I started to worry about coming before Allison did. That worry was relieved, some, as her hips began bucking against me and she started taking fast, sharp breaths. Just before I came, I felt Allison shudder and she yelped once.

We lay side by side while we regained our breath. After a long time just staring into each other's eyes, Ali said, "Thank you for coming inside of me. I was afraid you'd try to pull out." She paused before saying, "You know, that's the first time I've been laid in three years."

"No boyfriends?" I asked.

"Yeah," Ali said, "I had boyfriends, just none I wanted to fuck. I have to really like a guy before I'll fuck him." She kissed me again.

The next morning was the first time in several years that I had woken up with a woman in bed next to me. It was nice. Ali woke up, looked at me, and asked with a grin, "do you respect me in the morning?"

"Even more than I did yesterday morning," I answered truthfully.

"We need to get dressed and meet Paul," Ali said.

The condos at The Cove were not individually owned. The Cove owned all of them and they were leased, typically for a year or two, to the occupants. I had asked Paul for information about who leased Unit 7 and if there was any way to track the comings and goings of the people in Unit 7. What we learned from Paul was that Unit 7 had been leased back in the spring for a year by an older woman who gave her name as Rosalie Morales. She had paid the full year's rent upfront, in cash, and had told Paul and Lilith that her nieces and nephews would be the primary users of Unit 7. Paul had a copy of Ms. Morales' Florida driver's license. Ali and I could both tell from a quick look that the license was a bad fake.

The other thing we learned from Paul was that condo occupants had their own parking lot at the rear of the property. There was a locked gate at the end of the row of condos and another locked gate for the parking lot. Each unit had its own code that you punched into keypads to open the gates. Paul brought records of the use of the access code for Unit 7. Throughout the summer, the Unit 7 code had been used almost nightly between 9:45 and 10:15 to leave The Cove and again between 10:00 and 10:30 the following morning to come back in. It looked like the neighbor was right: the occupants of Unit 7 left each night and returned in the morning.

Ali and I hatched a plan. The only access from the condo unit parking was the street road that bordered The Cove on the south. I would sit in my car, largely concealed, in The Cove's driveway. Ali would find a concealed spot to observe the two gates from the condo units and call me when the occupants of Unit 7 left that night. I would follow them to learn where they went.

Having made our plan, we had the day to kill. I had not worked out for several days, so Ali insisted that we try out The Cove's "fitness center." It consisted of a few stationary bikes facing a TV on the wall and a Smith machine with some rusty weight plates. Still, it was better than nothing. The one (and only in my opinion) positive of a Smith machine is that you don't need a spotter because, even at muscle failure, it is virtually impossible to get caught under a weight. Still, I did not complain when Ali insisted on standing just above my head in a spotter's position while I bench pressed. Since Ali was nude and stood with her legs apart, the view was pleasing.

After working out, we sat by the pool. I refrained from drinking. I expected a long night and didn't need to get drowsy. Ali followed my lead. Over our second nude dinner together, Ali asked, "What is the plan once you start following them?"

"That depends on them," I replied. "Most likely, I'll stake out wherever they hole up to see what I can learn."

"I'm going with you," Ali replied.

"I can't wait for you to get from the rear of the property to the car," I said, "we'll lose them before we even start."

"Bull," Ali replied. "I've already timed it. I can make it from back there out to the driveway in two minutes. If I start once I see what car they get into, I'll be in the car with you before they pass."

Having a second person for a stakeout was a definite plus, even if that person wasn't Allison Nance. "Ok," I said, "but, if they pass me before you're in the car, I'm leaving without you."

"Fair enough," Ali replied.

I don't know where or how well she hid, but Ali called my cell phone at 10:05 that night to say that the four people from Unit 7 had gotten into a relatively new, red, Chrysler four door with Florida plates. I had just reconnected my phone to its charger when Ali silently opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat. Less than a minute later, a car passed us headed towards US 41. "That's it," Ali said.