The Vacation Trade-off Ch. 01

"See?" he said. "You get used to it quickly. Which is why... we're going to ask all of you to strip now."

Immediately, voices rose in the room, when one broke through. "I thought we only had to do that on our free sex day?"

"That is the only requirement, you are correct," said Mark, holding a finger up. "But we are simply asking you to try it now, and for good reason, too. We are going to actively demonstrate how to best cope with the idea of being naked in front of others. If you're already comfortable with that, then this request is no problem. If you have reservations - which we completely understand - you are free to pass on this. But I think, if you try it, you will discover it isn't so awkward, after all, and it will help prepare you for your day."

Anne stepped over to the middle-aged couple we had bused in with. "How about you two?" she asked. "Come on. It will encourage the others."

I raised a brow as the two smiled and nodded, and before long, they were stark naked. They both were attractive, but not devastatingly so. I was surprised by their confidence, and I wondered for a moment if they were shills. A moment later, several others in the group began disrobing.

I know what this is. It's called "group think" or some such thing, but damn, if it isn't effective, being guilt-ed into disrobing. There were a few other pretty girls in the room, but without question, my body drew a lot of attention, especially from the men. I kind of felt like a piece of meat standing there naked, but once Anne started speaking again, people stopped awkwardly looking at each other so much, even me.

"There's been a lot of research on how long it takes to 'convert' (she made the quotation marks with her hands) someone who is uncomfortable being naked, into being a nudist, or a naturist. Amazing Vacations has no intentions of turning anyone into a nudist, but we did pick up one basic principle from that lifestyle. Being naked in front of others, for as little as one hour, can greatly desensitize one to the experience. In fact, at the one hour mark, many people claim the experience helps them considerably with their confidence. It's why you all will be naked for the next hour. Is everyone okay with this?"

There were a couple negative-sounding mumbles in the group, but I stayed silent. Perhaps if I had known someone to gripe to, I would. Instead, I scanned the room, and noted the wide variety of human body shapes.

As Anne continued speaking, reassuring everyone why it was such a great idea to stay naked for an hour or more, the screen next to her started playing a video again, similar to what we had already seen. People mingling, dancing, sliding down water slides, sunbathing on the beach. At any given moment, a naked person would be in the picture, and they'd be doing the same activities the ones who had clothes on did. It was rather surreal watching, but most of the time, I tried to keep my attention on the Anne.

"... with that said, I'm going to give the floor to Joanne for a moment."

The tall, slender blonde stepped up. Her bright red lips worked well with her light skin tone. "Hey folks, I'm Joanne." She quickly turned to her colleagues. "My coworkers always tease me for being the bubbly one, so they make me do this next exercise."

"Uh oh, here comes the sex," whispered a voice from the crowd.

Joanne heard it. "Oh no! Nothing like that. You, come on up here." Apparently, Joanne hadn't just heard the voice, but also witnessed who made it. She pulled up a young man with short brown hair. He had a bit of a gut, but was otherwise a normal, attractive looking guy. "What's your name?" she asked.

"Andrew," he said.

"A little louder so everyone can hear you, Andrew. So look, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

"Uh, I don't guess," he mumbled again, eyes shifting to the speaker's body. I didn't blame him. Joanne was an attractive sight.

"Andrew, what do you do for a living?"

"I run a warehouse. Been there eight years now."

"Nice! Where's that?"

"Wyoming."

"What does one put in a warehouse in Wyoming?"

"A lot actually. We do everything from crops to merchandise. Kind of a central location for a lot of companies."

Joanne was smiling, nodding, genuinely taking interest and not just faking it. Andrew was engaging back, and getting comfortable standing before us. Joanne asked a few more questions and finally turned away from Andrew, addressing the crowd.

"Folks, I hope Andrew didn't mind me using him for that demonstration," she briefly winked at him, "but that wasn't so bad, was it? I'm naked. He's naked. And we're comfortable and talking. What we ask everyone to do now, is find someone you don't know and introduce yourself. After ten minutes, we'll buzz you and have you find a new partner."

There were a few moans, but by the time I turned to my left to look for someone, two guys jumped into view. "Hi!" they shouted simultaneously.

I sighed and pointed to the smaller guy. "I think I saw you first."

The muscular one huffed and whispered in my ear, "Next round maybe?" He darted off.

I turned to the short one. My tits almost came up to his chin, so I was impressed that his eyes stayed on mine. "I'm sorry if I jumped too fast to meet you," he said. "but I saw you when you came in. One of the few here, like me, who looks like they're alone. I feel absolutely weird about this."

I laughed. "At least I know I am not the only one."

"So what brings you here?" he asked, before finally glancing down at my nipples. I felt a tingle of cringe in my spine, but bared with it. It was a normal reaction for anyone to look, and besides, he pulled his eyes back up as I spoke.

I gave him in the rundown on school and work. "I decided so quick, I didn't even think to ask any friends to come with me. To be honest, I am a bit hesitant to tell them."

"Me, too!" he said. "It's exactly the reason I'm here alone. My girlfriend dumped me a few months ago. I was a mess there for a while, but my friends and family helped me through it. Anyway, I decided I wanted a getaway before I start dating again. Oh, I dread online dating."

"I'm sorry to hear about your girlfriend."

"Yeah, well, it's over. I'm dealing."

"So, what's your name. What do you do for a living? I'm Susan."

"Name's Lionel. I'm an accountant. Boring, but it pays the bills."

I chuckled again, "Seems like you ought to earn enough to be a paying guest."

"Are you fucking kidding me? Have you seen what they charge?"

"Actually, I don't know. I never checked, because I know I can't afford it. I mean, I know it's way more expensive than Disney, but-"

"Ten thousand dollars a day," Lionel interrupted. "And it goes up from there. Higher prices for the fanciest rooms. Hey, did you know they can pay to free sex more than one guest a day, if they like? I think it's like 50k for unlimited uses per day."

"Are you serious?" I whispered. "Gross."

"Right!" Lionel said. "But if they're paying that much, it probably means there's a lot more free sex guests, than paying members."

"Yet in that video, only a fraction are naked."

"Well, yeah, that's cause most of the other guests you see, the ones with clothes on, are also free sex guests. Just not filmed on 'their' day."

"Oh yeah, that makes sense," I said

"Still, it's the uber-rich that are paying for this experience... for all of us."

I nodded, thinking how I hadn't spent so much as one dime. "Well, cheers to that," I said.

"If we only had a glass," Lionel laughed.

Either it was great coincidence or Amazing Vacations has super-powers, but a buzzer sounded and Joanne addressed the naked crowd, "Everyone is doing so awesome. We have some wine and other refreshments coming for everyone."

Just then, the doors opened and six or eight clothed staff members rushed in with a table and drinks, and a few snacks. From wine, to punch, to beer, to hors d'oeuvres and chips.

"You're welcome to anything," Joanne continued. "Whenever you hear that buzzer, we simply ask you to start a new conversation with a different guest."

Pockets of naked people meandered to the table, the clothed staff helping them pour their drinks and get any food they might want. For the first few seconds, it felt a little weird - different, maybe - to have someone with clothes on looking at me in my current state of undress, but by then I guess I was beginning to feel more comfortable about it. Besides, I was in the same boat with dozens of others. I took a glass of wine and passed on the snacks, when the muscular guy I'd seen earlier tapped me on the shoulder. "You available?"

Lionel had stayed neared me as we got our refreshments and I looked to him,"It was nice meeting you, Lionel."

"You, too," he said, nodding. Lionel was nice, but I wasn't sure I wanted to give my number out to anyone yet.

"I'm Sam Woods. You?"

"Susan Waterlilly."

Sam immediately took charge of the conversation. "Oh. My. God. You are the hottest woman in the room. You might be the hottest woman on this PLANET!" I rolled my eyes, grateful that the free sex guests couldn't request sex themselves. Only paying members had that privilege. "I just started my own business, a gym. I figured before I officially open - and I'll be working a hundred hours a week, ya know - I could come here, relax, give some lady whatever she wants... and maybe pick up a few more."

I was bored with his talk, and revolted by his manner. I stepped back, and just nodded, letting him go on and on about himself. He kept scoping me up and down, but I'd rather him do that, than open his fucking mouth. Finally, the buzzer rang.

"Well, thank you for your biography, Sam. Maybe later." I quickly dashed over to a redhead, a girl possibly younger than me. "Please help me get away from this man," I whispered.

She looked at Sam chasing behind me and nodded. "I'm Pamela Graves. Nice to meet you."

The muscular goof, realizing I was done with him, stepped off, eager to find someone else to impress, I guess.

"Thank you so much," I said to the redhead. "I'm Susan."

Pam was fun to talk to. We naturally discussed our reasons for the getaway vacation and our stories paralleled each others. Pam graduated in Art History and had two weeks before summer school started. "Going for my Doctorate," she said.

"Big goals," I said. "I have to ask, what do you want to do after school?"

"Probably teach, but I intend to work in a museum, too. Get my hands dirty a bit in the real world, ya know."

"That's awesome."

"You?"

"I'm just a business major. Still haven't decided what exactly to pursue."

"And you graduated?"

"Not officially, but yes. Formal ceremony is later."

The buzzer took us through two more sets of meet and greets, when I happened to glance toward the screen. Playing on it was a woman in a pool, getting finger-banged by some fat guy. She was moaning in ecstasy. More surprising was what was going on next to the screen. Anne, our hostess, was on her knees sucking off Zachary. By the looks of it, she was well practiced and very much enjoying herself.

I must have been the third or fourth person to witness the actions, but it didn't take long for all the attention in the room to finally be directed at the two. Zach was smiling, eyes closed. His cock curved upward and Anne would lick and kiss the shaft, before pulling it fully into her mouth. She pumped a moment, only to release it again, and start back down on the balls. I thought I might be watching a porn star.

Joanne spoke from the back, "The first time ones sees this, there is usually a bit of shock. Notice how you all quieted down, kind of don't know what to do, but watch?"

A few snickers were heard in the room as she continued, but some of us turned to Joanne, who was on the the opposite side of the room. She raised her hands and continued, "In fact, many of you didn't realize that as you were mingling, the video had at least three instances of people engaged in sexual activity."

Pam, the redhead, leaned into me. "Holy shit, that's crazy."

I whispered back, "What's more crazy is those two hosts are still going at it, while this one is talking to us. As if it's perfectly normal behavior."

Pam glanced back to Anne and Zach, "Oh my god, I think he's getting close."

"Really?" I asked, turning to look more closely.

Anne was pumping Zach's cock furiously into her mouth now and I could see his body trembling. In the meanwhile, Joanne continued to speak to the audience. "We understand that many people are nervous about what their experience here might be like. But let me ask you now. Raise your hands if any of you feel uncomfortable about being naked?"

Nobody voiced any opinions. Joanne continued talking and I listened, but kept my eyes on Anne. Maybe if she hadn't been so skillful, I might have been shocked, even offended. Instead, I felt like I was watching an artist at work. "In truth, you're all becoming a bit desensitized to being," she said. "We're all adults here. We all consented to be here. The only challenge we face is the challenge of fear. Did you know that some people who are afraid of heights have gotten over that phobia by riding roller coasters? It's called exposure therapy, and it's exactly what you're experiencing now."

She wasn't kidding, I thought, as I continued keeping my eye on Anne servicing Zachary's cock. Exposure, indeed.

"Let me be clear. Just like someone who has a fear of heights is free to get off the ride, or even not get on it, you too can choose to withdraw from this exercise." As I listened to Joanne, while watching Anne, it began to sink in. This was headed somewhere more intimate than just standing around naked.

And then it happened. Zach's body tensed up and he softly moaned as his cock released into Anne's waiting mouth. After the first rope of semen shot to the back of he throat, she quickly wrapped her lips around the head to capture the rest.

There is a certain kind of look one gets when they achieve pure ecstasy. It's almost indescribable. It's as if Anne "collapsed" into an orgasm, as she swallowed her colleague's seed, gulping down load after load. The amazing thing was, her vagina wasn't being physically stimulated in any way. That woman just loved sucking cock, so much that it could send her reeling into climax.

I didn't know whether to be jealous, amused, or disgusted, but then I thought, 'Hmm... if I could suck cock like her, maybe it would get me off, too. I can't imagine the load she got... so much cum she swallowed..." My pussy was dampening thinking about it.

Joanne stopped her talk. "Look at that," she pointed to Anne and Zachary. "For those who missed it, Zachary - our wonderful Zachary - came in Anne's mouth. Anne, how was it?"

She pushed off the floor and stood up straight. I was amazed. Not a drop on her. She swallowed absolutely everything. "I have to admit, I do enjoy doing that."

One man heckled from the crowd, "Well, yeah, if I knew I'd be fucked by someone like you, I'd be less nervous about it!"

Joanne stepped back up, "Would you? What if it was I who serviced Zach? Or this young lady?" Joanne pointed at the redhead, and then one of the older women in the room. "Or this fine lady? Would you really have reacted differently to any of them, if it were them instead of Anne?"

"Oh, well, uh... no, I don't guess."

Joanna smiled broadly and kicked herself up on her toes. "No worries! The reasons why our brains process it as strange at first, is because you simply don't see it in everyday, normal life. That's what makes our resorts so unique!"

Anne spoke now. I loved watching her breasts. They were so full and firm, almost as big as mine, but with bigger nipples. Darker, too. "There is one thing we'd like to mention about the roller coaster analogy. In your case, eventually, they have to get on the coaster. No matter what."

She paused, letting that sink in.

"But there is one very effective technique they use for someone who is afraid of heights, or you know, roller coasters themselves. They have them start small. Perhaps a small coaster with a few hills, like you'd see at a fairground. Just being in that coaster builds confidence. Just like you being naked now builds confidence. We'd like you to do one hing more before we leave here today."

Another pause. As Anne glanced the room, I saw Joanne move toward Mark. Their hands started rubbing each other's bodies. Mark's were on Joann's hips, while Joanne went straight for Mark's half-flaccid cock. She lightly touch one of his balls.

"We'd like you you to do one more meet and greet. It must be with someone you've already met. For five minutes, you will continue your conversation, where you left off, but if you will look to my left..."

Anne gently pointed to Joanne and Mark. Joanne's other hand was on Mark' stomach and she was whispering in his ear, giggling. He nodded back. Anne spoke, "Notice they're touching, nothing more. It's not to be intimate with each other, yet only to get accustomed to touch. We want you to focus on you, more than your partner."

Before anyone could object, the buzzer sounded and I turned to find Lionel or Pam. Instead, Sam Woods jumped into my face. "Hey, baby! Let's go." He reached out to grab one of my breasts, just as I saw Pam coming up behind him.

"Nope, sorry, I already promised Pam!" I snapped, darting around the brute. "Thank god you saved me again," I whispered to her.

"But hey, how did you-" The chiseled, handsome, but totally narcissistic man finally left, leaving me facing Pam alone.

"Well," she said. "You or me first?"

"Oh, my," I sighed. "I've never done this."

"Me, neither," she smiled.

"Same time?"

We both reached out, touching the sides of each other's breasts. Whether this exercise was supposed to be intimate or not was irrelevant. The moment we felt each other's touch, we moved in closer. I looked up to her, into her eyes.

"This isn't so bad," she smirked.

"Yeah, this vacation could end up better than I envisioned," I whispered, moving closer to her nipples.

"Maybe we should meet up later?"

"Yes!" I exclaimed.

"I'm staying at The Dome. You?"

"The Palms. I'm free after Sunday."

"Monday, then. My 'day' is Tuesday. Yours?"

As we spoke, we both began squeezing more, groping a bit harder. I moved my left hand to her thighs. She followed suit. "Sunday. I can tell you all about the experience Monday then."

She giggled. "Maybe prepare me more."

"Isn't that what this exercise is for?" I asked.

Before long, the buzzer sounded and Zachary spoke up, while more lights came up in the room, making it very bright. "Alright folks, thank you so much going through our seminar. Feel free to go to dinner anywhere you like. All the resort attractions stay open until ten tonight, some stay open much longer."

People began gathering their clothes, some started dressing. Mine were now on the opposite side of the room. I waved to Pam and started walking to them, when I bumped into Lionel. His face was red.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Uh, kinda," he said. "It's just I got paired up with a dude just now."

I laughed out loud. "I was in the same boat as you again."

"Really?" he beamed. "Well... considering, I'm still gonna bank that your experience wasn't as awkward as mine."

I liked Lionel. He made me laugh. "No, I don't think so." While standing naked in front of this near-stranger, while many of the others were already dressed, would have felt strange to me just a few hours ago, now I felt fine about it. Alright, exposure therapy might work, after all, I thought. "Tell ya what, Lionel. I'll make up for it for ya."

"What do you mean?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"Have yourself a grope. It'll give you something better to think about." I winked at him.

"Holy shit, Susan. Are you serious?"