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The Windfort Resort
Chapter 2: The Masseur
The rain on my office window was blowing from the east. The storm was expected to last for two days, so preparations were in place for indoor activities. We usually have events ready for just an event. Nudists are very outdoors people, so when it rains they become restless. Today we doubled up on the exercise programs and were planning a dance for this evening. The sauna and steam rooms were full and we were getting as many massages in as possible, I had called to have two more masseur's sent up from town. I work with the local massage school that sends senior level students up for practical experience. It works well for both parties. Today they were going to send up Christina, who has been here before and a new guy, Mitch. We had already booked them full for the next three days, so I hoped they could keep up.
All else was running smoothly. My staff reported no issues at breakfast this morning, so I was ready for an easy day. I sipped my coffee and gazed out over the compound from my window. In the distance Tina and Mary were taking off for a hike, braving the weather. They were taking the forest path, so it should not be a bad journey. A few guests mingled outside the wooded sauna, cooling down in the rain after a long steam. The vapor rising off of their bodies as they sat on the cedar benches under a hemlock tree. Tom and Catherine dashed from their cabin toward the main lodge. Tom's dick was slapping at his thigh as he ran after her dodging the rain drops.
Jean, my front desk attendant, and right hand poked her head in the door of my office. "Brian, Christina and Mitch just arrived, should I call John to have him come up and take them down to the hut?"
"No, that's alright Jean. I will take them down myself. John is far too busy, besides I need to get some air."
"It looks like you need something else" she sarcastically said, looking down at my semi-stiff dick that had formed from watching Tom.
I laughed. "It must be the rain, you know swelling from all the humidity." We chuckled and I reached for my hat. One thing I hate about having a shaved head is the feeling of rain. The cold drops sting as they fall on my scalp. So Brad and the others just laugh at me as I walk around the compound wearing only my wide brim hat.
I walked into the lobby area greeting Christina with a hug. She is a sweet girl, only about nineteen. She has long brown hair, almost to her waist and deep green-blue eyes. She had already taken off her clothes, enjoying our freedom and shall we say 'dressed for work'.
"Hi Brian, thanks for having me back." She said as we hugged.
"I am surprised you have not already gotten a full time job someplace. Last time you were here all of your clients gave us nothing but huge complements."
"I guess I am just waiting for the right job offer" she said giving me a little pouting look. She turned away from me as she introduced he fellow student "This is Mitch, this is his first outside assignment."
I shook hands with Mitch, who much to my dismay was still dressed in shorts and a polo shirt. He had semi-long blond hair that fell slightly into his eyes, giving him a mysterious look. His tan face suggested a well tanned and fit body. "Welcome to the Windfort Mitch. I hope you enjoy your stay. You do realize that we frown on people being out of uniform. Mr. Pitt did tell you this was a nudist resort didn't he?"
"Yes sir, I just was not sure when to change, I mean undress..."
"Don't worry about it, I was just joking. You can undress in the next room or you can wait until we get down to the hut. My only thing is my guests feel more comfortable with people who are nude like themselves."
He smiled, forming two perfect dimples as the sides of his perky lips turned upwards. "The next room is where most of our guests undress. I will take you two down to a guest cabin though, which is where you will be staying while you are here. You can change there so you don't get cold." I grabbed the keys Jean had put on the counter and headed toward the door. We chatted about the resort on the way down to their cabin. We usually house staff in the apartments, but had extra cabin space close to the Massage Hut, so I decided to give them the royal treatment. After all they were doing me a favor.
We entered the cabin that had two bedrooms, with separate baths and a main room with a fireplace. It was one of our older cabins though and I made a mental note to check on the remodel schedule for this next winter. Christine put her things in the left bedroom and came out to join me sitting in one of the side chairs facing me. We chatted as Mitch undressed in his room. I was so anxious to see what this little blond guy had to offer, our guests of course.
I was not disappointed. Mitch came out with a beautifully chiseled body. His chest was hairless with well defined muscles. A wisp of hair started just above his belly button and ran down to a brush of blond pubes just above his dick and balls. His dick was thick, but short as I am sure the idea of being nude in public still has him a bit shy. He turned and bent over slightly to pick up his sandals which he deposited by the door when he came in. There before us was an ass beyond asses. He had two perfectly globed cheeks and when he straightened up they too were dimpled. He was definitely a sun person, but obviously only with shorts on. He sported the most distinct tan lines.
"Sandals are alright aren't they?" He ask.
"Ah, ya sure they are," I stumbled out. Most of the paths are clean enough you don't need them, but either way. I think Christina was just as taken by her new roomy as she just sat there not saying a word.
"Let's get you two down to the hut. John has a full day planned for you both. He will explain the ins and outs of the job further." I stood up sporting a new semi-erect dick and headed toward the door, mostly needing to cool off. I lead the way down to the hut, so as not to have to look at Mitch's ass, but yet longing to follow it's every movement.
When we got to the hut I handed them over to John who assigned them rooms and gave them their schedules. I shook Mitch's hand and wished him well. Giving Christina a hug I left quickly needing a brisk walk to cool down again.
I ended up at the Natural Pool, a stone pool with a small waterfall that is nestled on the edge of a wooded area and our open "prairie" area. It is fed by a natural mineral hot springs we lease up river. The water ranges from 101 to 103 degrees, we mix river water in if it goes above that temperature.
The pool itself is made of river rock and flat stones that form an odd shaped pool that is four feet deep in the center. The edge has stone and cedar sitting/lounging areas to cool off or just sit and reflect. The waterfall adds a trickling sound, not a raging flood of noise making it a relaxing area. I found Ben and Andrew soaking.
"Good Morning gentlemen, how is the water today?" I said as I slipped into the pool.
"Just fine, just fine Brian. You are keeping up a great place here." Andrew said as he puffed on his pipe.
"Thank you Andrew, I sometimes wonder why they pay me to do it. It is such a great job." We all laughed. "Where are the ladies today?"
"Oh, they are all tied up in a bridge game down at the lodge. I won't see my wife until tonight, I am sure about that." Ben said.
I soaked for about a half hour while we chatted about politics, business, and pipe tobacco. I promised to bring my pipe to cocktails tonight as Andrew wanted me to try his special blend. I excused myself and headed down toward the lodge. 'I should remember to pick up a towel next time before heading up to the pool' I thought to myself as a shiver ran over me on the walk back toward the lodge.
I decided to stop off at the utility building to pick up a towel and warm up a bit. The wind gets cold during a storm. After grabbing a towel from the laundry and found Brad sitting in his office talking on the radio with one of his crew. I sat down in a chair and continued to dry off.
"I hear Christina is back." He said when he got off the radio.
"Ya, she arrived a few hours ago. She came with a cute ass too." I said tossing my towel off toward the coat hook on the door, missing and having it fall in a lump on the floor.
"I heard that as well. Mrs. Beflow told me he should be arrested. I told her I would do some investigative work and get back to her. I guess he is very good." He said snidely.
"He is definitely a looker," I added. "I only hope he swings from our tree.
It would be a shame to have him on the other team. You need to see his ass. Michelangelo studied this one." We chuckled, feeling a bit dirty talking like this. "We should be better examples to the staff you know."
"I suppose you are right, but no one is here right now" he said giving me a rye smile. He then got out of his chair, walked over to me and stood in front of me as his dick twitched slightly. I leaned forward and slurped his flaccid cock into my mouth. It immediately started getting hard as I sucked it down to the base and started moving my lips up and down the shaft. Brads dick was a veiny one, and I loved the feeling as the veins moved in and out through my lips. Brad took off my hat and started rubbing my head, pushing me slightly further onto his pole. I moved the entire length of his dick, focusing my attention and tong on the head before I plunged back down the shaft to the base again.
Just then Brad pulled me off his pole. "Fuck me" he said as he turned around and leaned against his desk.
I looked down at my dick, already stiff and oozing pre-cum. I got on my knees and started kissing, then slightly biting Brad's shapely ass. Missing the dimples, Brad's ass ran a very close race with Mitch's. I loved Brad's ass. It was a shapely set of globes that had a deep crack, which my tong found quickly. I dove deeper finding his hole and lubed it well in anticipation of his coming abuse. Brad groaned, he loved being rimmed, almost as much as he loved being fucked. I stood up, coating the head of my dick with pre-cum. I grabbed his waist and started moving in toward his twitching hole. Slowly I entered his ass, first poking the head of my rock hard cock into his hole, then slowly moving in, then out. The anticipation was killing him, without notice he rocked backward and engulfed my entire shaft. "I said Fuck me Damit" he growled. Picking up speed I shoved his chest down onto the desk and grabbing his hips harder, forcing my dick further and further up his tight hot ass. Each stroke brought the head of my cock out then back in I rammed it. Each fuck bringing another moan of ecstasy from Brads throat. I started to feel the twitching of his ass as he came all over the side of the desk. "Your going to have to lick up that mess mister," I said as I rammed once more. I felt the cum rise up from my balls as I shot wave after wave of steaming cum deep into his ass.
Sweat was dripping down my chest as I pulled out of him. He turned around and we embraced, breathing heavy, and exhausted from our work out. I smiled and pulled him closer as we kissed deeply, our tongs meeting and sending a shock through my body. We kissed for a few minutes, then used my towel to clean up a bit. We chatted about the weather, then I kissed him good bye and left for my apartment to get ready for cocktails. As I left I told him to bring his pipe tonight, telling him about Andrew's newest blend. He agreed and we went on about our day.
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