The Vacation Rental Ch. 01

The Vacation Rental Ch 1

David, Joe, and I have known each other since high school. We met in advanced science and math classes. We soon became close friends. The cool kids probably considered us nerds, but we really did not care what others thought.

We were intelligent, and we enjoyed understanding how things worked. We liked being able to create, predict, and control the physical world around us. We enjoyed tinkering with computers, electrical circuits, and mechanical devices long before social media came and turned the world into the shallow, self-centered, festering load of crap it has become for many people.

Eight years out of college, we have become economically comfortable, socially successful, and generally happy with our lives.

Yes, we have the daily stressors and traumas to overcome. Deadlines at work, spousal disagreements, annoying neighbors, and temperamental children will always be there. Yet, we have learned to face each challenge and not let them disrupt our enjoyment of life.

Even the passing of Joe's wife three years ago made the group stronger. We supported Joe and each other. Eventually, we processed our grief, Joe met Lisa, and life went on.

The warm Saturday weather created perfect conditions for our cookout. Grilling burgers outside does not constitute a barbeque. Barbeque constitutes treating and smoking meats to the level of a spiritual experience. We enjoy the tasty food, but calling this a barbecue would be blasphemous.

The three families enjoy ourselves in Joe's sizable backyard. The adults relax, sip cocktails, and chat. The kids run around the yard playing games and chasing Joe's dog. They burn off the energy from too many potato chips and sugary drinks.

Lisa, Joe's wife, suggests, "Let's take a vacation together." My wife, Liz, advocates, "Why don't we arrange babysitters and make it an adults only trip. That way, the mothers can actually have a vacation."

Sherry, David's girlfriend, smiles and exclaims, "ooh la la, adults only fun." We all laugh.

We discuss places we might visit. Hawaii gets mentioned. So does Europe and Vegas. Liz suggests we go to the beach. Sherry instantly seconds it, and Lisa agrees.

The ladies' agreement comes a little too quickly. It all seems staged.

Lisa pulls out her phone and immediately starts showing beach houses for rent.

The first house list from Miami. It looks like something from a James Bond Movie. Decorative balconies, marble floors, and glass walls dominate the modern architecture. It even has a swimming pool that sits half inside and half outside the house. It also has a fancy outside kitchen and bar. Of course, it cost a fortune to rent for a week.

The second candidate looks like a backwoods shack on stilts. Its most prominent feature is the dingy paint. I felt I might catch hepatitis-C just looking at the picture. We quickly turn up our noses and move on.

The third accommodation looks nice but reasonable. It inhabits a remote island on the South Carolina coast. That places it within reasonable driving distance of where we live in Atlanta.

The beach looks fantastic, and the house looks comfortable but cozy. Lisa even calls it up on Google Maps. Nothing is nearby. We would probably have the whole island to ourselves.

There were a few warnings in the fine print. The drive to the nearest town takes over an hour. We must bring in everything we need. Also, the road in traverses a causeway that can only be accessed at low tide.

However, the rental site pushes the isolation as a feature instead of a bug. We do want to get away from it all.

The website also mentions the beach is clothing optional. It warns of possibly viewing nude sunbathers. This elicits David to comment, "This place is sounding better all the time. I could go for some sightseeing." He gets a playful slap from Sherry in response.

The price seems too good to be true. It barely cost more than the shack did. It does require a large security deposit and a two-hundred-dollar cleaning fee, but nothing is unreasonable.

Now, I know the girls had preplanned everything. I also know sailing directly against the wind gets you nowhere. David and Joe are not stupid either. We quickly agree to the girls' plans.

We rent the place for a week plus an extra weekend in early May. That avoids the summer tourist season and lowers the price even more.

Liz makes arrangements for her parents to stay with the kids. That avoids disrupting their schooling.

The girls organize the details on what to bring. The guys just pack as instructed.

Saturday morning Joe and Lisa pick Liz and me up in their large SUV. We had packed it with all of our clothes and the unrefrigerated food and drinks the evening before. All we need to add is a small bag with cosmetics, toiletries, and medications that we needed last night or this morning.

We meet David and Sherry for an early dinner at a restaurant in the town nearest the beach house. It resides on a larger island adjacent to the one we head towards. The low tide causeway connects the two islands.

David and Sherry had the job of buying all of the refrigerated food items at a store nearby. They had added our two ice chests to their own to chill all the food.

As we leave the diner, Sherry jokes, "Well, that is the end of civilization. Now, we must survive by our wits and what we carry on our backs."

We timed things to arrive at the causeway right at low tide. Even then, we need to drive through a few inches of water. Post with depth markings border the path to prevent us from driving into the sea.

On the other side, we meet two women in a jacked up pickup truck. They had to wait on us since the causeway only has a single lane.

They wave us over. They look college age and wear beach cover ups. They introduce themselves as Cindy and Lori. The blond, Cindy, comments, "You must be the renters. The place is ready. We cleaned the place this morning before spending the afternoon sunning on the beach."

"We may stop by midweek if we get some free beach time. We really like the privacy and unrestrained atmosphere the island offers. You are not likely to see anyone else here until summer starts. You have the only house, and camping is not permitted. Off season, many uncrowded places exist that remain closer to town."

"Also, next time, before you enter the causeway, flick your lights and honk your horn to warn any oncoming traffic. Then, listen for a response to make sure it remains clear."

"Backing up on the causeway can be a pain. Last year one tourist backed off the edge. By the time a tow truck arrived their car was half under the water. The repairs cost a small fortune."

"Enjoy your stay." We say goodbye. They honk and flash their truck lights before driving off.

We drive another fifteen minutes to the house. Then, we spend almost two hours unpacking the cars. Of course, that two hours includes a lot of drinking and socializing time between trips to the cars. The food and booze get unpacked first. At the rate we consume the alcohol, we may need to restock during the week.

Once unpacked, Liz and I remove our footwear and take a romantic moonlight walk on the beach. When we return the place is quiet except for the energetic sounds coming from David's and Sherry's bedroom.

I go to lock up and realize the main door does not even have a lock. I turn out the lights and join Liz in our bedroom. She has already stripped and immediately embraces me with a kiss. She yanks off my shirt and goes for my shorts. Soon, we frolic in the bed making our own energetic noise.

During our late breakfast, Lisa mentions, "The cell service does not work here." I explain, "We may be too far out to receive cell service, but they are supposed to have Wi-Fi with a satellite internet link."

We fiddle with it a little. We have no issues connecting to the local Wi-Fi, but we cannot get the satellite dish to connect. We remain cut off from the rest of the world.

Joe and I drive around the island checking for cell service. We get one bar at the causeway. We call the rental office and tell them of the internet issue. They offer to send someone out Wednesday, but we decide we do not want to be bothered.

We each call home to check on our kids. We explain the phone issues, so they will not worry about us being out of contact.

Then, we join the others for a day on the beach. The house comes with large beech umbrellas with decorative lights in them, lounge chairs, and large bamboo mats for sunbathing. We put them to good use.

We have sandwiches on the sand for lunch. About five, Joe and Lisa head back to prepare dinner.

Joe honks his car horn to signal it is almost dinner time. We roll up the mats and stow them under the chairs. We close up the umbrellas. We leave the umbrellas, mats, and chairs, but carry the other stuff back to the house.

We rinse off at the outside shower, and I notice Joe's and Lisa's swimwear hanging from a nearby clothesline.

We have a relaxing dinner on the deck as the shadows from the setting sun lengthen. Liz and I clear the dishes before rejoining the others.

Lisa exclaims, "How about an evening swim?" Several of us agree with this plan. Lisa heads down to retrieve their suits.

Lisa returns minutes later and asks, "Did any of you see our suits." Since we were alone, Joe and I stripped in the outside shower and hung them on the line. Now, they have vanished. We only brought one set of swimsuits."

Liz chimes in, "They were there when we came back. The wind probably just blew them off. We can find them in the morning when the sun is up."

Lisa counters, "But, I wanted a relaxing swim tonight to get me ready to sleep."

Liz responds with a slight smirk on her face. "It's dark and nobody else is around. You can just skinny dip."

Lisa objects, "I don't want to be the only one naked."

Sherry quickly answers, "I will if you will." She starts reaching for the string on her bikini top.

Liz interrupts, "Slow down a second. If all of the girls are going nude, then all of the guys should strip too. Besides, Joe does not have a suit either. He should not be the only guy naked."

Liz's glare at me makes this an order not a suggestion. I agree, "I will if everyone else does." The others concur.

Liz commands, "Okay, we all strip on the deck before heading to the beach." She then starts untying her bikini top while staring at me.

I am a little nervous. David, Joe, and I have seen each other nude before. We roomed together in college, and none of us had been shy. Nonetheless, I have never before undressed in front of Lisa, Sherry, or any other woman besides Liz. At least, I had not since I met Liz in college.

By the time my mind catches up to what is happening, Liz and Sherry are already topless. It is getting dark but not that dark.

Liz looks at me and states, "Will you hurry up, or do we need to strip you by force?"

Her tone prompts me to action. I remove my shirt and set it aside. My swimming trunks quickly follow.

Soon we all stand naked on the patio. I stare at Liz to avoid ogling Lisa or Sherry.

Sherry grabs David's hand and pulls him towards the steps down to the beach. Lisa and Joe soon follow.

Liz grabs me but not my hands. A slight tug on my dick persuades me to follow her.

I feel more comfortable once we escape the house lights. We catch up with the others in about waste deep water.

The warm water actually feels good. Liz chides me for being a prude. She goes to talk to Sherry and Lisa joins them.

David, Joe, and I stand around ogling the outlines of the ladies' figures in the moonlight. Between the tug from Liz, the warm water, and the sight of the girls, I am starting to gain an erection. I am thankful for the cover the ocean provides.

The girls whisper quietly. They look towards me and giggle. They approach as a group. Liz yells, "Now!" All three jump at me and push my head towards the water.

I lose my footing and fall backwards. As my head slips beneath the surface, I feel my dick brush against one of the girls. I think it was Sherry. That thought both embarrasses and arouses me.

Liz gives my dick a squeeze before the girls move on to their next victim. At least, I think it was Liz. The thought that it might have been Lisa or Sherry adds to my arousal.

David gets dunked next. Joe has enough warning to avoid the attack on him by backing away. Lisa calls Joe a chicken.

The girls split up, and each return to their own man. Liz grabs me in a bear hug and plants a big kiss on my lips. She lifts herself and wraps her legs around my thighs.

I lose track of what the others do. We frolic in the water for a while. Then, Liz calls on Lisa, "How about we get some more wine?"

They head for the house leaving Sherry alone with the guys. She immediately comes over and drapes one arm around David and the other around Joe. She kicks her feet out, so her body floats on the surface of the water. I can see her breast and pussy glisten in moonlight.

Her toes brush against my dick just below the surface. I jerk away. Sherry and David both laugh at my prudish reaction.

David exclaims, "You need to lighten up and enjoy yourself. We are all friends here."

Liz calls outs to us, "If you want wine, come and get it." We join Liz and Lisa at the chairs. Lisa pours and Liz hands out cups of wine.

Liz brushes my erect dick with her free hand as she hands me a cup. She does it just to signal that she sees I am hard. If she can see it, everyone else can probably see it too.

Standing around drinking wine with everyone naked does not help reduce my engorgement. We drain the wine bottle then talk for a while longer.

Then, Liz grabs my hand and pulls me towards the house. I say a quick goodnight to the others as we head to the bedroom. We make a brief stop at the outside shower on the way.

As soon as we reach the bedroom, Liz pushes me onto the bed. She pounces on me and pins me down with her body. Not that I am trying to resist. Liz has been more passionate on this vacation than we have been for a long time. I guess we needed a break from work and the kids.

Her lips meet mine. At the same time, her hips slide around mine and she slides down on my shaft. She thrust her weight up with her legs. Then, she slips back down. I attempt to thrust up to meet her, but my timing is late.

A few more strokes and we get our timing together. She keeps the pace slow. Based from our experience, I can tell she deliberately keeps it slow to allow her own arousal time to build.

I look up at Liz's face and chest. Her tits bounce with every thrust. She gradually increases her pace. She completely controls the situation. I just concentrate on making myself last as I lay there and enjoy the ride.

Liz shudders, and that triggers my eruption. A few more strokes and we both feel spent.

Liz collapses on top of me. My shrinking member slowly dwindles inside her. I wrap my hands around her back and hold her tight. Together we drift off to sleep.

I wake in the morning and head to the shower. Liz joins me there. We wash, cuddle, and finish our morning needs.

I go to dry off and find only small hand towels. Where have all of the bath towels gone? I use two towels to unsuccessfully dry myself.

I want to grab another towel but only two remain. I leave them for Liz.

I complete my usual morning preparations. Then, I go to dress.

"Liz, where are my clothes?" Liz looks up at me like I am an idiot. "In the dresser and the closet. Where do you think?"

I know we put our clothes there when we unpacked Saturday. I check again. I only find my wallet, keys, and a few other nonclothing items.

"No, they are not there!" I exclaim in a slightly energized voice. "Come take a look."

By now, Liz stands beside me. She stares at the empty storage spaces with a shocked expression on her face. She mumbles, "Wear something out of the laundry bag until we figure this out."

I search for the laundry bag. It also cannot be found.

Liz races to the deck. I follow. The clothing we discarded when we stripped for skinny dipping have also vanished.

A panicky scream draws our attention. It sounds like Lisa. Liz races to Lisa's bedroom with me close behind her.

Liz knocks on the door. "Lisa, is everything okay?"

The door opens a crack. Lisa pokes her head out but hides her body behind the door. She states, "Someone took all of our clothes." She pauses while she gazes at Liz and me. Then, she continues, "Wait, you're naked too!"

Liz's voice sounds slightly stressed, but I can tell she makes a maximum effort to stay calm. "Yes, someone took all of our clothing. Do you think maybe David did it as one of his stupid practical jokes?"

I counter, "I don't think he would do this. He has never performed a stunt this wild, not even when we attended college. Last night got a little crazy but not that crazy. Nevertheless, we should ask them."

By now Joe has joined us. We hurriedly race to David's and Sherry's bedroom door and barge into the room.

I am so upset that I am no longer aware of my nudity. David and Sherry awake with a scream. Lisa screams, "Did you take our clothes?"

David and Sherry gawk back at us in shock. After a few minutes, Shery exclaims, "You guys are naked!"

Silence follows for a few minutes. Then, everyone starts to talk at once.

Liz whistles to silence everyone. Then, she explains about our missing clothing. A quick check reveals someone stole David's and Sherry's clothing also.

After our naked swim, none of us dressed in even a panty before falling asleep last night. Copious amounts of alcohol combined with amorous activity will do that. Now, every stitch of clothing has disappeared.

Sherry giggles and exclaims, "I guess it is a good thing we are at a clothing optional beach." That leaves everyone speechless.

After a brief pause, Liz states, "I need some coffee." She walks out and heads for the kitchen.

I address the others, "Calm down, finish washing up, and we can discuss what to do over breakfast." I head for the kitchen. I act as outwardly calm as possible to hide my inner panic.

I grab a glass of orange juice. Then, I suggest to Liz that we start cooking breakfast. Seconds later, I realize even the cooking aprons are missing.

We ignore the naked elephant in the room while we eat breakfast. We attempt to act relaxed and enjoy eating.

Sherry clears the table and does the dishes. My eyes cannot help but follow her butt as it sways around the room.

When Sherry returns to the table she asks, "So, what is the plan?"

Suggestions range from driving to town to making clothes out of sheets or garbage bags. Those ideas get set aside while we first inventory our resources.

We look outside but do not find any clothing. Even the rain ponchos David had in his car have gone missing.,

The only linens remaining are bedding, hand towels, washcloths, and dish towels. All of those need washing.

The house has a washing machine. Liz decides to wash the towels and washcloths while we consider other actions.

After arguing all morning, we decide to continue our vacation. Everyone here is a mature adult. We have all seen each other naked already. The island is clothing optional anyway. The weather remains warm, and we have lots of sunscreen. I guess we are all nudist now.

We grab food and drinks and head for the beach.

At first, our forced nudity feels very awkward. At least, it does for me. Sherry seems totally unbothered. She even seems to be enjoying herself. I hear her make a quip to Liz about taking a group picture.

The rest of us reside in various states of anxiousness. Liz puts up a good show. She may even seem fine to the others, but I know she is upset by the situation. Maybe, she just worries about me.

Lisa and I remain the most unnerved. Lisa seems agitated and will not even look towards David or me.

I cannot relax either. I am both anxious about my own state of undress and aroused by the girls' nakedness.

David and Joe fall in the middle. They seem slightly stressed and very aroused like me but do not appear as worried about it.

As the day wears on, the tension seems to relax. I forget about my own nudity and ignore my arousal. Maybe the alcohol helps.

David, Joe, and Sherry head back to the house to restock the drink cooler. Alcohol has become our medication of choice.

Lisa worriedly comments to Liz, "Paul looks a little red. I think he needs some more lotion. His crotch and butt don't usually get any sun."

Liz responds, "Feel free to help him out."

Lisa grabs the bottle of suntan lotion. She squirts the creamy liquid into her hand as she moves towards me and reaches for my crotch.

I feel my face flush with embarrassment. Lisa married Joe two years ago after his first wife died in a car accident. She was barely out of high school and working as a waitress at the time.

As clearly the youngest in our group, she projects an aura of youthful innocence.

Seeing her approach me, both fully exposed, and her reaching for my dick with her lubricated fingers sends the blood flowing to my face and my cock.

The fact that Liz watches it happen adds to my humiliation and arousal. I look to Liz. She seems to be enjoying my awkward predicament.

Liz orders, "Stand up Paul, so we can make sure we cover everything." As I rise, Liz takes the bottle from Lisa. She fills her hands with lotion and begins working on my back.

The others return and witness my nude form being lubed by the two ladies. I hear a click and notice Sherry taking a picture.

Sherry had taken some pictures Sunday afternoon. but we had bathing suits then. They were not X-rated. Now, we are nude, and I am clearly engorged. Hell, Lisa has her hands on my dick.

Sherry continues to click away. Liz and Lisa act like they do not notice, but Liz's hands move down to my butt.

Joe exclaims, "Stop hogging the ladies." Lisa replies, "Wait your turn."

The resulting laughter eases the tension. The embarrassment dissipates, and the nudity begins being fun.

We campily pose for Sherry's camera phone on the beach, in the outdoor shower, and at dinner. The taboos have been broken. Sherry even starts openly giving David a blowjob while everyone enjoys the hot tub after dinner.

Liz grabs my cock. I take that as our cue to head to the bedroom. We perform our hottest sex in years. From the sounds penetrating the thin beach house walls, the other couples accomplish the same excitement.