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  Perfectly Equipped

  Lacey Silks

  MyLit Publishing

  Contents

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Introduction

  1. Chapter 1

  2. Chapter 2

  3. Chapter 3

  4. Chapter 4

  5. Chapter 5

  6. Chapter 6

  7. Chapter 7

  Afterword

  Also by Lacey Silks

  About the Author

  Acknowledgments

  Copyright © 2015 by Lacey Silks

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  ISBN: 978-1-927715-28-4

  To my family.

  Perfection is imperfect.

  Thank you for accepting all my imperfections and making me feel worthy.

  PERFECTLY EQUIPPED © Lacey Silks 2015

  I’m a widowed mother. I’m not looking for love, but I guess my best friend thinks it’s time to find some man-candy.

  Her words, not mine. And she’s way more adventurous than me.

  So when she takes me on a vacation to a nudist resort, that’s the last place I expect to find the man of my dreams. A perfectly equipped man who takes my breath away and makes me forget about my secrets.

  His name is Sean and he had me the moment I saw his crotch.

  Chapter 1

  “Stop covering your crotch and boobs,” Millie whispered as loudly as she dared. “You’re going to draw attention.”

  “You don’t think being naked draws enough?” I squeezed the sarcasm between my teeth without moving my lips. How in the world had I let my friend talk me into vacationing at a nudist resort?

  That’s right! She had neglected to tell me what her great idea of “letting loose” entailed until I saw a middle-aged man’s ding-dong wiggle around as he passed us in the hallway. It was only day one and I was already regretting giving Millie the reins to organize our vacation.

  We walked down the stairs of a steep hilltop toward the beach. Keeping my legs criss-crossed with each step¸ I lost my balance and almost tumbled all the way down to the bottom. Shaking the image of my rolling limbs away, I turned sideways and held onto the railing, letting my beach bag cover my private areas.

  “April, you need to relax. You’ve wasted the entire summer locked up at work. You’re becoming more like your patients every day.”

  “My patients are dead.”

  “Exactly. I’m making it my mission to hook you up. I’m sure you’ll find someone here you like. This way, at least there are no hidden surprises.” She wiggled her brows as she air-quoted “hidden.”

  Was she trying to remind me of the last guy I dated, whom we’d appropriately nicknamed Pinkie? And where had she gotten the crazy idea that I was looking for anyone? I had happily spent the summer with my son, Parker, lazing around the pool. He was starting grade one in a week and growing up too quickly. The next few years were probably the last ones I had before he ran off into the sunset with a girl.

  “Besides, better to flaunt your stuff before it wrinkles and sags.”

  “Wrinkles are a natural part of life. As for sags, well, I’ll just keep running in the mornings, and hopefully gravity will not be too cruel to me.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’m really looking forward to the creases in my face underneath an inch of makeup. It’s time to expand your horizons.”

  “My horizons haven’t been expanded in a long time.” I chuckled.

  “That’s my point! I really think it’s time to move on. It’s been two years, April.”

  I paused at the bottom of the stairs, looking around for a spot with the least amount of nakedness. It might have been two years since Simon died, but to me it seemed like only yesterday that I was leaning over his body as the blood pooled underneath him, watching life fade from his eyes.

  Millie pulled on my hand, lowering it off my breasts. “I swear, if you keep covering them, people will want to see what’s underneath. You need to become one with the environment.”

  She pinched her three fingers and extended her arms, bending her elbows. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, as if Hawaii had the purest air in the world and she couldn’t get enough. Was she about to school me on the teachings of Zen she’d been reading? I loved my friend – she’d seen me through hell and back – but Millie’s latest obsession with what she referred to as becoming one with the environment was driving me nuts.

  “Thanks, guru.”

  “I’m serious, April. If you ever want to meet a good man, you need to expunge all that negative energy in your body and surround yourself with happiness, nature, and sunshine.”

  Was it bad that I preferred to have the places where the sun didn’t shine covered up?

  “Give this place a try. Come on. You have the perkiest tits I’ve seen.”

  “You’re looking at my breasts?”

  “They’re right there.”

  Urgh, she was so frustrating! Even more so than my two brothers, who thankfully had no clue about the destination of my vacation – at least, that’s what Millie had said. The last thing I wanted was to run into anyone I knew here, or to ever see anyone from here again.

  “Okay, where to?” I asked. It was only nine in the morning. The pool behind the beach seemed crowded, and by ‘crowded’ I meant it had a handful of people there. I had the urge to sink into a Jacuzzi and stay hidden under the bubbling water until night time, but when I thought about all those who sat there before me, naked and doing god knows what, and all the bacteria multiplying by the millions, I opted for the beach.

  “I’m just going to tan a while,” I said.

  “But there’s no one at the beach yet.” Millie looked at me with her confused pouty face.

  “Exactly.” I shifted my beach bag to the front to cover myself up.

  “You suck.”

  “I bet you suck more often than I do.”

  She smirked. “True. Because I don’t avoid men on purpose.”

  I usually didn’t avoid people. Heck, in my job as a forensic pathologist and analyst, I was sometimes forced to work with people – dead people, mostly, but still, at least they had a sheet covering them and weren’t judgmental. On this nudist vacation, the more secluded I stayed, the better. And hopefully all of Millie’s efforts to get me to interact with the opposite sex while naked would fail.

  “I’ll see you later, you prude.” She waved and headed for the pool.

  “See you, perv.”

  I found the first available lounge chair, set my bag on top, creating something of a barrier between the resort and myself, and spread my towel over th
e sand. Hopefully none of it would get in any cracks it wasn’t supposed to.

  I lay down on my front. Yes, my ass was still on display, but at least it was one of my nicer assets – pun intended. Ideally, most of the crowd would remain by the pool. I could already hear Millie’s cheerful laugh as she probably flirted with someone. Should I really have been surprised that she’d chosen this resort? My friend liked to live on the edge. Zero responsibilities, no commitments, and a truckload of fun.

  Unable to remember the last time I’d let my guard down, I frowned. Unfortunately my life had no room for recklessness. I’ve avoided jail, and a potential life sentence, once and that was one time too many. Maybe getting away from the chaos back home was exactly what I needed. I turned my head to the side and admired the exclusive building on top of the cliff where we were staying. If there was anything nice about this resort, it was the scenery and this secluded cove. Given the steep cliffs at each side, no one could enter the private property unless they were a guest, which made me feel somewhat more comfortable.

  Feeling the sun warm my body, I closed my eyes. I thought it was only for a moment and didn’t realize I’d dozed off until someone cleared their throat at my side. When I opened my eyes at the sound and slightly lifted my gaze to the crouching man by my head, my mind screamed, “No, no!” My denied body, of course, reacted in the opposite way: “Yes, yes!”

  There it was, no more than a foot away, hanging between his parted legs – a cock the size of which I’d never seen before.

  Chapter 2

  “You should put some sunscreen on, or you’ll burn.”

  “What?” I asked, shading my eyes, turning awkwardly not to reveal the rest of my flushed body. As I lifted my eyes higher, I noticed the evenly tanned man was younger than the maturity of his deep voice suggested. Much younger. I should have guessed that by his endowment, which was still hanging not far away from my face, and seemed to have hardened a bit.

  He looked fit, toned, and actually, now that my gaze had adjusted to the bright light, quite fine. There was a sprinkle of chest hair on his pecs with a shimmer of silver, and a kind smile on his face. He was clean cut, with a sharp jaw, and about my age – mid-thirties. At that moment I was grateful to be a woman and that my body didn’t betray the way this man’s physique was affecting me. At least not too obviously. My pebbled nipples were beginning to hurt when I turned slightly toward him and brushed against the towel. And the pool party between my legs was definitely in a riot.

  If you don’t get laid soon you’ll settle and you deserve much better than a Pinkie. I recalled Millie’s lecture on the flight over.

  “Your behind is getting red. I gather it’s a tanning virgin.”

  I looked back at my rosy ass. In my worry that anyone would see me, I had forgotten to apply sunscreen. Judging by the crowded beach, I must have been out for a while.

  “Oh, ahm, yes, it hasn’t seen too much sun. I don’t usually prance around naked.”

  “Really? I couldn’t tell with the way you’re straining your neck and trying to cover your boobs. Don’t worry, I’m not a gawker. Just a bit concerned that you won’t be able to sit by the end of the day.”

  My gaze inadvertently lowered to where he was holding the sunscreen, resting his elbows on his thighs. Why was he still crouching, with his knees apart and everything on display? Though I had to admit, he was quite well groomed – everywhere.

  “Are you going to put some cream on, or just stare at my cock?”

  What?

  “Ahm... I wasn’t staring. And I’m not about to let a stranger grope me.”

  “I wasn’t offering, sweetheart. And if I wanted my hands on your ass, you would have let me do so long ago.”

  “That’s cocky,” I barked back. Where did he get the nerve to be so forward?

  He chuckled. “Yeah, I get that a lot. Here.” He handed me the tub of sunscreen.

  I squirted the cream onto my hand and reached back. Unfortunately, wanting to keep my front hidden, I couldn’t reach far enough to cover the lower part of my behind.

  “You missed a spot.”

  “Where?” I pretended not to have noticed that a quarter of my cheeks were still without protection.

  “I’d offer to help, but I wouldn’t want you to think I’m hitting on you.”

  I made a mental note to put the sunscreen on before leaving my room the next morning – that is, if I left at all. But if Millie had anything to say about it, pigs would fly before she let me hide out while on vacation. I was doomed, and I knew it. And the last thing I wanted was an uneven tan, or a burn, so reluctantly I handed the stranger the tub and gave him a warning look that said enough on its own.

  “If you’re going to touch me, can I at least know your name?” I asked.

  “Sean.”

  At one time in my life I would have jumped Sean before he had a chance to blink. But now I preferred to keep my life simple. No men, no commitments, no complications and no probing questions.

  “Okay, Sean, do what you must.”

  “I want to hear what it is you want me to do, sweets. I wouldn’t want to mistake your intention.”

  I sighed. “Can you please put some sunscreen on my ass? And it’s not ‘sweets.’ It’s April.”

  “Sure thing, sweetheart.”

  I lowered my head, thinking there was no point in arguing with him. There was something about being naked and not wanting to confront people.

  That first touch of his fingers on my ass was as hot as the sun’s rays hitting their only target in the world. Or more like a laser beam, sliding up and down my soft behind. I felt my buttocks tense, but as Sean spread the cream along the undercurve I felt myself relax. It stung a little, but the way he touched me, so gentle yet with so much care, caused my stomach to flip-flop as it hadn’t done in years. I was afraid I’d pull a muscle on the inside or at least bust one of my ovaries.

  “Do you want me to do your legs too?” he asked.

  You can do much more than my legs.

  Where the heck did that come from?

  “Sure. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  I breathed into the towel, desperately hoping he couldn’t tell how my heart was beating off the charts. So what if it had been a year since a man had touched me? And to top it off, that had been a man nicknamed Pinkie. We hadn’t even gone all the way – not that I regretted it. I hadn’t let anyone too close, because I just couldn’t. My body and soul wouldn’t let me. Ever since Simon’s death, I’d been a grieving widow with a son to raise, and my body had been forced into a comatose state. Any kind of need was suffocated before it had a chance to breathe. That is, until now. It seemed that with each stroke and passing second, Sean was awakening every sleeping muscle. I’d forgotten how good it felt to have a man’s hands on me. A real man’s hands.

  I bit my lip to force back the moan that was threatening to escape from my mouth as his steady fingers pressed into my calves. Jeez, he had some strength behind them. When he finished, I looked back. He was still in that position with a perfect view of his cock, and it seemed to have grown.

  “Look, I’m not complaining, but if you keep looking at me like that, and licking those plump lips, I’m gonna have to cover myself up.”

  Was it my fault that Sean was perfectly equipped?

  “I’m not looking.”

  “And I’m not getting hard.” He winked and stood up. “See you around, April.”

  The sound of my name on his lips was like an invitation to do something definitely nasty.

  Shit!

  Thank goodness he turned around and left, because if I had to look at the beautiful display between his legs again, I was afraid that my legs would fall open all on their own. As he walked away, I gawked at the flexing muscles on his ass. And what a fine ass it was.

  Maybe this vacation wouldn’t suck so much after all.

  Chapter 3

  The knock on the bathroom door came just as I finished applying my li
p gloss. I shuffled my feet over the ceramic floor, somewhat wishing I could lie flat on my back and glue my heated skin to the cold tiles. Giving up on the painful walk I said, “Come in.”

  “How are you feeling?” Millie asked as she stepped in.

  “I’m not sure I can go to dinner.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I can’t sit!”

  “Well, no one told you to tan on one side. You look like a pancake someone forgot to flip.”

  “I’ve been applying aloe all afternoon. If it weren’t for that guy, it’d be worse.”

  “What guy?”

  As I told Millie about my encounter that afternoon, she stood with her mouth open. I must admit, it was a lot easier to talk to her with some clothes on than none at all. Evening dinner was the only time we were allowed to dress at the resort. While clothing was still optional, I’d been told that most people chose to wear seductive ensembles that barely covered their gems. And Millie’s knitted dress, with holes big enough to stick my fingers through, took it to a whole new level. My double-sheered spaghetti strap dress, underneath which I usually wore a slip, hid little more than hers. But today, I couldn’t wear anything else, including my bra. And panties were out of question too. It hurt too much.

  “You’re not talking about the one with the eagle tattoo on his back?”

  I nodded, somewhat remembering a winged design stretching over his spine. I’d been concentrating on his hard ass too much to pay attention to anything else.

  “The one with the huge package?”

  “Yeah, him. And I thought you said people wouldn’t look! You obviously looked.”

  “It was hard not to, April. He would have had the heads of your corpses turning on their tables. He’s the guy of the resort.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means that all the women are lusting after him, and you’re the only one he’s touched all day. Wow!”