Title: Dana
Author: Eskimo1958
Summary: Dana enters Rick's life, with a goal in mind. She wants to
end her career as a stripper, and become a mommy. With the help of 
a helpful nudist, she becomse that and more.
Keywords: M/F, preg, nudism

I was a bit bored. Well, more than a bit. Here I was, sitting at the stage with my neighbor Gus, as girls took turns stripping in front of us. Why was I bored? Hell, we've been here for five hours! Us and his son and the others from the bachelor party. Seven in all, and I was the designated driver. So yeah, no alcohol for this guy.

Of course, there was one thing that was interesting, a tall, thin blond dancer. Long locks, and I had a hunch that they were not hers. It was her fourth set of the night, and with each set, she kept trying to get my attention. Well, she had it, sort of, but I wasn't giving in. And when she swiped my red baseball-style cap off my head, and placed it on her own, I just smiled. It was her final song, as she was wearing her thong and pasties on her nips, while she danced with the pole. I could never figure that one out, why do they dance with a pole? Anyway, she was cute, not drop dead gorgeous, but cute. Breasts maybe as big as naval oranges, and they seemed to be of fine natural quality. I noticed no real sign of medical enhancement on those two pups as I watched her, amused as she kept stealing a glance my way.

The guys in my group had been giving me dollar bills to tuck on the girls garter belt all evening, but I kept tucking them into my pocket instead, making them howl with laughter, and the girls frown. This faux blond has spent the better part of her dance sets trying to pry those bills off my body and onto her garter, but with no success. She was doing everything, grinding her hips as she shoved her crotch inches from my face, to jiggling her tits up close as well. I just smiled, and waved, which made her a bit red with anger. The last time she swiped my cap.

Yeah, the others got a kick out of it. Of course, if they only knew about the hat. Not just any ordinary hat, but one from a special place that I live at when I'm not here at home in Northwest Indiana. The special place is a nudist camp in southern Michigan, about two and a half hours from my condo. I'm one of the lucky ones, as I have a business which I can operate online when I'm not at the office or at home. So I spend a few days at a time up at the lake, enjoying life in the sun with no clothes on. And in winter, the warm waters of the indoor pool makes it an attractive get away as well.

Of course, she did get the last laugh, as when she was done dancing she came down off the stage. She went around, giving each guy that gave her a dollar during her routine a soft kiss on the cheek. Then, she came to me, and whispered into my ear, "I'll return this to you at the campground."

She smiled, and without giving me a kiss, and still wearing my hat, off she went for the dancers dressing room, her very nice round ass moving nicely as she went. Of course, the others were laughing, thinking that she had taken off with my hat. By now, it was after midnight. I was tired, and they were all drunk off their collective ass's. They were ready to go anyway, as I herded them out to the van, with them jabbering away about tomorrow's wedding, and about the different female flesh we had seen. It was then that I heard one say to me, "Hey Rick, Sunny Buns likes your hat."

I turned, to see her walking out the side door of the club wearing my distinctive red hat. The long, blond hair was gone, which was not a surprise. And when she saw us, she smiled and lifted the cap off her dark-haired head and waved, as she got into the car of the other dancer she was with. I just laughed with the others, and we left the premises. Naturally, I didn't think another thing about it. Heck, I figured she was joking earlier that night, and that hat was now history. And besides, it was a week before I could get up to the lake. I had the wedding on Saturday evening, plus the reception afterwards. Then Sunday I had to help another friend move. The first part of the week was hectic as I had clients to meet with. Then I had family obligations as well, including taking my parents to dinner one night. So I didn't get up to the lake until Saturday evening.

It was the first weekend of the month of July, as I walked into the nudist camps office to retrieve the new months gate codes. Entering, I smiled, saying to the lady behind the counter "Good evening Susan."

She grinned, "Good evening Rick. We were wondering when you were going to show?"

I hadn't a clue as to why she would say that, nor did it really matter to me, as I asked "What's up? Busy this weekend?"

She dug out my folder from the file cabinet, and brought it to the counter, saying "We're darn near filled up." It amazes me, they've a nice computer where they could file everything, yet for the most part they still use paper records. Then she said "Oh, and John wants to talk to you."

She handed me the gate codes, and I said "Okay, where's he at?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "No idea, just said for me to tell you he has something of yours."

I smiled, said thanks and left, got into my jeep and headed into the resort. Nice place, expensive, but nice. The reason it's expensive is to help keep out the weirdo's. Let's face it, it's a pervert's wet dream, women and men walking around naked, children as well. Hell, it's rough keeping undesirables out. I'm a charter member, and I'm on the resort member board, so I've seen and heard it all. Usually if there is a problem, it involves people unclear on the concept of a clean, family wholesome nudism environment. But when a whacko slips in, it can, and has led to problems. Thankfully, only once in ten years have the authorities needed to be called in. All the other times all it took was a few of us members to escort some loser off the grounds. And of course, we network with other resorts and camps across the Untied States and Canada. We all keep and update our database of those that we've had problems with.

So, thinking that we have one of those rare problems, I headed to find John. First stop, the clubhouse and pool. No John there, but Andrea suggested the beach. Went and parked my vehicle at my camper, and went inside. Once naked as the day I was born, I went to my golf cart, hopped in and went to the beach. No John there, either. Frank and Betty suggested to check for him in the 300 section. Drove down there, passed Emily and Pete, they sent me in the other direction back towards the area I have my recreational vehicle.

An hour later, still no John. I gave up, returned to my site, started my campfire so I could grill a steak, and popped open a cold, adult beverage. That did it. I just pulled the rib eye off the grill, and had set it on the picnic table, when a golf cart came rolling up to me. I grinned, as John asked "Where you've been?"

He got off the cart, as did his passenger. I smiled, "Hi Patty, John. I've been looking for you, got hungry and gave up."

He smirked, turned and picked something up off the seat of his cart, tossing it to me. Shit, my red ball cap. Patty said rather coolly "A lady was hunting for you earlier today, she dropped it off with us." She didn't even try to catch her breath, as she added, "She looked like a damn stripper."

John started to say something, but his face turned to shock as I replied "She is a stripper." I shook my head, laughing as I cut my steak, adding "Thanks for bringing it over."

John placed his towel on the bench on the other side, as did Patty. Her face as red as her hair, as she said "You mean you had a stripper come here to bring you your hat?"

I swallowed my first bite, "Actually, she swiped it off my head last weekend at a tittie bar near home. She said she would return it here, but I thought she was joking."

John smiled, "You? In a tittie bar?"

"My neighbor boy's bachelor party. I was designated driver." I responded, getting ready to eat some more of my meal. "You know Patty, we do have other strippers that come here from time to time. Why, Gail was one in her younger years."

She was bristling, as she said "Yes, I know."

Poor comparison, as her and Gail had never gotten along. I never really knew why, although I have heard rumors. Moot point anyway, as Gail died last year of breast cancer at the age of fifty-three. She was only a year or two younger than Patty.

I had to ask, "So, is she still here?"

"Naw, she took off about six. Said she had to work tonight." John added with a chuckle. "Guess we know what she's doing then, huh?"

Patty was still acting rather bitchy, as she said "I can't believe that you allowed a stripper to come here!"

Damn, what's with her this evening? I saw John roll his eyes into the back of his head, as I replied "It's a free country, Patty. And besides, I didn't invite her, nor did I give her my hat. She took it off my head while I was sitting at the stage."

"I can't believe you paid money to sit at a tittie bar, when you come here all the time. Do you look at us women here with sex in your head too?" she asked, a bit of anger in her voice.

I chuckled, "I didn't pay a thing, Patty. I was designated driver, the guys in the bachelor party paid for my soda. They even gave me dollars to tuck with, which I never used." I was getting annoyed. Problem when I get annoyed, I tend to get rude. "What's the matter Patty? You jealous because hers don't sag?"

Her eyes got big. Real damn big. She stood and turned, and started walking away. John scowled, standing and saying "I know, she had it coming."

He headed to their golf cart, as she was walking briskly away down the lane. "I'll come over and apologize tomorrow." I said to him, as he started backing the cart up.

He laughed, "Hopefully she'll be calmed down by then." He waved, and off he went.

As with any place where the same people visit over and over, a sense of community develops, as well as the gossip. So no surprising that after I finished cleaning up after dinner, I headed to the clubhouse, and as soon as I entered the damn building, someone yells out to me "Where's your stripper friend?" I just chuckled, and went to the bathroom, not even bothering to reply to the comment, showered off, and went into the pool to soak.

I didn't have to wait until Sunday to see Patty. I wasn't in the pool ten minutes when her and Sylvia showed up. Patty, her red hair and sagging c-cup tits, entered the pool, and she smiled at me. Okay, what is up with that? Sylvia, a rather thin blond, was swimming with her, and they were whispering with each other, before they finally came my way, and Patty said "Hello, Rick."

Okay, where we going? "Hi ladies, where are your husbands?"

Sylvia responded "In the lounge, starting on the first round of beer."

Patty started in again, "So, what's this girls name, anyway?"

I must have had a puzzled look on my face, as Sylvia chuckled, saying "You do know her name, don't you?"

I laughed, "Um, as a matter of fact, no, I don't." Then I remembered, "Oh, wait. Her stage name. I heard it, damn." I was looking at the floor of the pool, trying to remember, "Sunny something." Patty rolled her eyes, looking at the ceiling, and sighed. I asked "Now what? You still mad about the sagging comment?"

Sylvia smirked, Patty obviously told her what I had said earlier. Patty retorted "Never mind that. We just want to know more about this stripper."

I laughed, "Did you talk to her?"

"Yeah, we both did." Sylvia said.

"Well then, you two probably know more about her than I. All she told me was that she would bring me my hat here. Hell, I thought she was joking."

They both looked at me funny, sour looks on their faces, as Sylvia said "You know Patty. I think he might be telling the truth."

"I don't see how it concerns either one of you anyway." I said, a bit defensively, "As my personal life is really none of your business as long as it doesn't involve either of you two." After a brief pause, I asked "So, what is her name? And what all did she say?"

Sylvia started to answer, but the booming voice of John bellowed out "Patricia Ann! Will you leave that poor guy alone! He already told you everything that he knows."

She sighed, turned and glared at her hubby, who was standing at the edge of the pool, a can of beer in each of his hands. I smiled, waded over to John, who handed me a beer, as I said "Thanks!" as I popped open the top.

He chuckled, saying "No problem, Rick. I figured when I saw those two heading for the pool that you would need some help."

Patty protested, "He don't need any help."

I sighed, "Why is it that the women are worse than the men when a single woman comes into the camp?"

He shrugged, as I took a gulp of beer, saying "Afraid that the new woman will steal one of us married guys, I guess." John climbed into the pool, and we started talking away. John did a great job of changing the subject, as we started talking sports, causing both Sylvia and Patty to leave us alone. Three hours later, and after Sylvia's husband Jim joined us with some more beer, I finally made it back to my campsite, a bit toasted, but happy.

I hate drinking more than a couple of beers. I rarely do it, but with John and Jim passing them right along as we talked in the pool, I ended up with one hell of a hangover Sunday morning. After visiting the clubhouse for a very late morning coffee, I came back to my RV and laid in the shade, just watching the birds and the sky and the squirrels foraging away (The four legged furry kind). It was then that I remembered something, Patty never did tell me the strippers name when I asked. I was wondering if she knew. I was thinking that I would go ask, but I knew thinking gets me into trouble. I figured that I would find out eventually, so no reason to rush over and ask.

Then it hit me, how did 'Sunny Butt', or whatever her name, know my name to ask for me here? Highly unusual, to say the least. This could be why Patty was wondering about her. After all, us nudists are not into publicly acknowledging our lifestyle. And nor do we tell other nudists our last names, unless we've known them for quite a long time. So, how did she know my name? I didn't give it to her. And it's not written on my hat. Of course, she could have described me to someone here when she visited yesterday. But still, it just wasn't making sense.

The rest of the day, I stayed put, save for calls of nature and a bite to eat. A few fellow friendly nudists passed by from time to time, some stopped and chatted for a short spell, some just waved and said hello as they walked on by. Yeah, life is great when you're laying around naked, watching the world go by.

I decided to head on home after a dinner of grilled chicken and green beans. The ride home was uneventful, and I pulled up in front of my condo just before ten. Checked the phone, no messages, so I crashed. Got up and went to the office Monday morning, and went to work. Since I don't want to get into much detail about my business, I'll just say that I spent most of the day looking at contracts and paperwork over and over, and talking to clients on the phone. I always get so engrossed in my work, that I don't pay any attention to the time. Looking up at my watch, it read 6:50. Damn, time flies. I really had planned on getting back to the condo and getting some swimming in at the complex's pool, but no such luck.

However, getting home in ten minutes, I did decided to go soak in the community hot tub, which is right by the complex's pool. Walking into the pool area, there were a few people strolling about, almost all of who I had no idea who they were. Since I've a place at the lake, I never pay much attention to who is living here. My neighbor Gus, a widower, is the only one that I really chat with, or even know on a first-name basis. And he doesn't even know that I'm a nudist.

Ten minutes in the spa was enough, as I climbed out and grabbed my towel and dried off. I was walking back to my unit and not paying any attention, when I passed a female, and she said "Hello."

I didn't even raise my head, just mumbling the same as a reply, as I went on my way. I was thinking about a contract that I had been working on, when a little voice in my head said 'You big dummy!' The female's voice, it was familiar. I jerked my head around, but she was gone. Where have I heard that voice before? I didn't recognize her, at least so I thought. Rather tall, with short, dark hair Was it black or brown? Hell, I didn't even pay any attention to her figure or face.

Now I was pondering the situation, why? Not sure. I don't really know the other residents, as I use my condo to sleep in when I'm not working or at the nudist camp. Made it to my place, and sat and thought for the longest time. The voice, I think I know who's it was, but wasn't sure.

The next day, I made a point to get off work by four, and was back at the community pool by five after stopping and getting a bite to eat. Gus seen me heading that way and he joined me. I think he was even wondering what I was up to. I sat there until the sun went down, before giving up and heading back to my condo. And no sign of the mystery girl as I said good-night to Gus, and went on inside. I was watching the evening news, when my doorbell rang.

I was thinking that this was most highly unusual, as I went and opened it, and there before me was the girl from last night. Wearing a halter top that was just straining to hold back those firm breasts, and short, auburn hair. A smile was on her face, as I said "Hello, come on in."

She smiled, saying "Thanks."

She made a beeline for the couch, and she took a seat, as I said "Thank you for returning my hat."

She giggled, "No problem. I enjoyed the trip to your club."

With no emotion, I said "Yes, so I've heard." She blushed, as I added, "Sorry I wasn't there when you were. Did you have a good time?"

She seemed tense, as she replied "Yes, for the most part. Everyone treated me nicely. Although...", her voice trailed off.

I finished her sentence, "Although it probably seemed like Patty was wondering why you were there." She blushed, as I said "Um, forgive me for asking, but what is your name?"

Cheerfully, she said "Dana Sponer." A pause, "I've lived here for two years now."

I was surprised, "No kidding? Heck, I've been here for seven."

She smirked, "Yeah, I know."

"So you recognized me that night at the club, then." I stated.

"Well, actually, I recognized your neighbor first. I've seen him around here more than you. Then I recognized you after a while." She responded.

"How did you know about the resort?" I asked. It was the first of many questions that I had for her, but it was a start.

Smiling, she answered that question easily, "One of the other girls mentioned your hat after she saw it during her set. She told the rest of us."

"I take it that was your first time to a nudist resort?"

"Yeah, it was. I was hoping you would be there when I got there. I saw you leave early Saturday, thought that was where you were going."

I chuckled, "No, unfortunately, I had some family business to take care of. How long you been performing?"

She cleared her throat, "Since I got out of high school. My older sister got me to do it with her. So I've been doing it for ten years now."

I stated "You must be doing well."

She sternly said "I haven't blown it on drugs or alcohol, if that's what you're asking!"

Laughing, I said "No, not at all. It looks like you've invested your earnings wisely. After all, these condo's start at close to one-hundred grand."

A nervous smile came back to her lips, as she said "Yes, that and a rather generous sugar daddy." I smirked, before she added, "He left me a tidy sum in his will. That's how I bought the condo."

Now what to say? I was musing over that, and she saw my facial expressions, as she said "He was eighty, he would come to the club that I was working at at the time, watch me dance from a table in the corner for a few sets, then leave. Never drank, never talked to me, except for the last night I saw him, and he never asked for a lap dance. He would just send the waitress up with his dollar bill at the end of each song, and that was it. I would thank him with a kiss on the cheek when my set was done, and he would smile."

I was stunned, "Wow!"

"That's what I thought, about two months later after the last time I saw him. I missed his presence the first night he wasn't there, in the same table in the corner. But it was the last night he was there, that was memorable."

"Why"

She sighed, "I came and gave him a kiss, and for the first time, he spoke, but all he said was "You're beautiful." I smiled, said thanks, and gave him another kiss. For some reason, I sat down there, and we talked. He told me about his life. A long time widower, his wife died while he was overseas during the war. Once he got home, he went to work, never again to feel the comfort of another, a choice he made, and by then he regretted." I was surprised when she brushed away a tear. Of course, I'm rather cold hearted. Heck, I wasn't sure if she was telling me a rash of shit or not.

She went on, "He talked for two hours, before he finally went on his way. I learned about his life, and I told him about mine, growing up on the wrong side of town in Chicago, and working as a dancer as soon as I was out of high school. Then, he was gone."

"So he left you some money."

She snickered, brushing away another tear, "Yeah, some." She paused, "I quit stripping for a year. But I got bored. I moved here, bought the condo, and returned to dancing."

"So now what? You looking to retire or something?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "I have some ideas on what I want to do." she said rather meekly. She started to stand, and said "It's getting late. You probably need to get up to go to work in the morning."

"Yes, I do." No I don't, but I need time to think. As I walked her to the door, I asked "So Dana, would you like to go back?"

She turned, smiled, and said "I'm off this weekend. I'll be working tomorrow and Thursday night, and Friday afternoon."

"What time can you get here Friday?"

"Five, I'll be here at five." She smiled, as she turned and walked out the door, and down the walk. Damn, I do need to find out more about this girl!

Amazing things with computers, and the internet in general. If you know how to look, you can find anything. Or at least someone that knows. And that's what I did Wednesday and Thursday. I did do my job, but I also sent out feelers, searching for info on her. For starters, I found her police record was clean, and her credit was great. And if you think there's a right to your privacy, you're badly mistaken. It's amazing what you can find on people when you want to. Two days, and I had a wealth of information, from her birth date of 3rd August, 1974, to her high school graduation, the name of her parents, an obit of both, and where her sister, and only sibling, was now living, married and three children in Denver. And that was just the top of the data that I had accumulated.

Yeah, I know what you're thinking, that I'm a little to invasive in gathering info on someone. But hey, she was the one that hunted me down in the first place. So anyway, through some other online friends, I found the person that bequeathed her the money in his will. She wasn't lying there. And there was a short court case involving a nephew and a few nieces that wanted more than what the old man had left them. Amazingly, Dana had won out in court. To the tune of about 6.45 million dollars.

And her credit report. Wow! Except for the condo, she has barely put a dent in what she had received. As a matter of fact, after looking over her bank accounts (Yeah, the things you can find online! If, you know the right people.) she definitely needs to diversify her portfolio.

I arrived home on Friday at my usual time, twelve-twenty. After eating a bite, I just sat around, and looked over the wealth of information that I had on this girl. Then, after transferring it all to my laptop, I sat and waited. I smiled when at four-fifty-eight, the doorbell rang. Opening it, I found Dana, all smiles, her hands in front of her, clutching an overnight bag. I grinned, saying "Hope you didn't over pack."

She shot back "Just some towels and the usual toiletries."

I didn't need to take anything, except for my laptop, which was in my hands, as I had everything I need in my small camper. I stepped out, saying "Ready then?"

She nodded, as I took her hand in mine, and we walked to my jeep. I opened the door for her, and after closing it I came around and got in behind the wheel, placing my laptop on the floor between us. As I was backing out of the drive, I asked "You sure you still want to go?"

She said softly, "Yeah, already got over the butterfly's last week on my first visit."

I turned and smiled at her, seeing she was smiling back. I said as we pulled out "The first visit seems to be the toughest. And especially for a single female."

"Do you remember your first visit?" She asked.

I chuckled, "No, not really. I was only six when my parents took me."

She had a surprised look on her face, as she said "Wow! Do they still go?"

Smiling, I replied, "Yeah, but not to the same place I go to. They go to one over by Valpo during the summer, then to one in Florida in the winter." I wasn't sure why, but I had to ask, "So, why the sudden interest in nudism?"

She looked out the front of the vehicle, and said "Not sure." Then she said "Well, actually, I was more interested in you."

I was taken back by that statement, as I asked "Why's that?"

"Well, you showed no real interest in us girls when we were dancing. And when Andie told us about the hat you were wearing, I decided to find out more about you." A pause, as he said "Like I'm sure you did since you saw me the other evening."

Smirking, I reached down as I drove, picked up the laptop, and handed it to her. I said "You know how to get it running?"

"Yeah, I think so?" she replied, as she flipped the screen up, and found the power button on the side.

"Click on the icon 'Note' once it's up and running." I instructed.

After a few seconds, she said "Okay."

I said "Open file, then click on 'Dana'."

She did, and after about a minute, she said "Well, you have been a busy boy."

I was grinning, when I said "I wanted to know what I was up against."

"Probably wanted to know if I was feeding you a line of shit." she said, rather bluntly. There wasn't any anger in her voice, thankfully.

"Well yeah," I said, "I mean, after all, it ain't everyday that someone comes up to me and shows interest."

"Especially after they find out you're a nudist." She added, with a wry little smile."

"Yeah, especially that." I replied. Then I asked, "So, you've taken an interest in me. And you want to find more about me, Why?"

She shrugged her shoulders, saying "Not sure. Lonely, maybe."

"With all that money sitting in the bank, you've no reason to be lonely." I shot with a laugh.

"It's not easy being a stripper." She said with some sadness. "I mean, people always look down upon you once they find out what you do for a living. And how I got the money!" She rolled her eyes, before shaking her head in disgust.

"So, you must figure that I'm pretty safe, when it comes to the average guy then."

She giggled, "Safer than some of the guys that stalk me at the bar."

"Why don't you quit? Find some sort of job."

"Stripping�s the only thing I know, Rick. And the girls, I've become friends of most. I'm almost thirty, so I'm older than most, almost like a big sister to them."

Silence for a spell, as we crossed the state line. Another ninety minutes to go to get there. I said "I guess it would be hard to just stop and find something else to do. After all, who wants to work in the first place? But I see that you discovered that sitting around is rather boring as well."

"Yes, it is." She replied, with a soft giggle.

I said "Well, you've the money, go to college."

"I've thought of that, Rick. But well, I've never been a very good student." She replied.

We fell silent for a long time, just before we turned onto the dirt road leading to the resort. "You going to be okay with this?"

Laughing, she said "Shit Rick. I was here by myself once already. I'm going to be fine."

Yeah, but what about me!? Eventually, we pulled up to the gate, and I entered the code. It opened, and I drove on inside. Of course, I had to register Dana, so I parked and we got out of the jeep and went into the office. The look on Susan's face as we entered, another priceless moment. Something was telling me that there was going to be quite a lot of those type of moments this weekend. Susan searched and found Dana's new file from last week, and looked at me over the top of her glasses. I chuckled, saying "I'll pay her way this weekend."

Dana blurted out, as she opened her purse, "No you won't." With a smile, she gladly produced her credit card to a still somewhat stunned Susan, who, after making a glance my way, took it and went over to the cash register and ran her card.

We soon left the office and were back in my vehicle, heading for my campsite. Our windows were down, as we crept along the road, and I smiled and waved at stunned friends who waved back, looks of shock on their faces as they saw I had a passenger. We got to my camper, and I led the way to the door. As I unlocked it and allowed her t go in first, she asked "Well, what we going to do about supper?"

I snickered, saying "Wait about ten minutes, I'm sure it will find us."

She turned around, as I sat my laptop on the table, while she tossed her bag on the couch. I had only shut the screen door, as she looked at me a bit funny, waiting for an explanation of what I had just said. I didn't say anything, as I walked to the back of my camper through the galley, and pulled my shirt off, then I undid my pants and sat on the edge of the bed, as I pushed my shoes off, before doing the same with my pants.

I didn't have long to wait to see how she reacted, as she came back, already naked, her clothes in hand, as she walked right by me, her recently shed clothes in her arms. Nice view, very nice view, as she opened the closet door, and started hanging her clothes up. Well, guess she's going to make herself at home. She turned towards me, and a smile was on her face, as she asked "Is there room in the bathroom for my toothbrush and all?"

I guess I was a bit stunned, as I stammered out "Uh, yeah." She leaned forward, her breasts hanging out in front of her, as she gave me a hot kiss on the lips, before straightening up and walking to the living area, grabbing her bag, and going into the bathroom. As she closed the door, I said "No water, so we have to use the bath house for going potty."

I heard her say back, "How come?"

There was a knock on the door, a bit quicker than I thought, as I stood and walked to it, replying to her "Because this site doesn't have a water hookup." Reaching the screen door, I looked out, and saw a befuddled John. Smiling big time, I asked "Hey guy, what's up?"

He was trying to peer inside, as he said "Patty sent me over to invite you over to our site for dinner."

"What time?" I asked.

He wasn't looking at me, as he was looking past me, towards Dana, who just came out of the bathroom, as he said "Um, an hour, I guess."

I turned to Dana, "We've been invited to dinner."

She had a stunned look on her face, then she burst into a big smile, as he said "Sure, I'm already dressed for it."

I thought poor John was going to keel over, as he stuttered out a "See you guys in an hour."

As I watched him climb into his golf cart and drive away, I was smirking and having a hard time to keep from bursting out laughing. Dana said "Well, guess word gets around fast, huh?"

I shook my head, as I went to the couch and took a seat. She was giggling, as she opened the screen door, and grabbed the exterior door and pulled it shut. I stopped laughing, as she walked over to me, and dropped to her knees. No words were spoken, I was in shock, and her mouth was soon occupied, as she took my cock and started sucking it voraciously. I finally grunted out a "Damn!" as I leaned back, and put my right hand on the back of her head, enjoying her hot mouth as it and her hands worked my balls and cock. My head was in the clouds, as she jerked and sucked me off to the best damn blowjob that I've ever had the pleasure of knowing.

And Dana was looking into my eyes the whole time her throat bulged out each time she swallowed, keeping up to the heavy spurting action from my tool. My heart was pounding, and I was smiling broadly, as she sucked me dry, before she finally let go of my tool, and stood up and went and grabbed a hand towel to wipe her lips clean. I muttered out "Whew, thanks."

She giggled, looking over her shoulder as she opened up the fridge and pulled out a soft drink and opened it, taking a healthy swig. She came over and offered it to me, saying "And thank you. I'm sure we'll be getting to know each other a bit more before the weekends over."

I took a deep drink, swallowed and then exhaled, as she sat next to me. I leaned over and we kissed, my tongue getting a taste of my cum from the inside of her mouth. Breaking apart, I asked "So, what brought this on, anyway."

She grinned, as she leaned her soft, wonderfully warm, naked body up against me. Shit, if she keeps this up, my pecker will never go soft. "Sort of breaking the ice, so to speak."

I chuckled, saying "Well, I'm going to need some to get the swelling down in my cock before we head over to John and Patty's for dinner." She grinned, as she went into the bathroom, probably to wipe my jism off her cheek and lips. I guess that's another rule in the proper nudist etiquette handbook. I mulled things over as I sat there, wasting time as I listened to her hum some Fleetwood Mac tune, and trying not to think of her great oral talents, as my pecker has gone somewhat slack, and I didn't need another boner. Hell, I was hungry and I wanted to eat!

Soon she came back out, and smiled at me. Oh yeah, what fantastic breasts. Shit, I got to stop thinking about them! I said "You ready?"

She just grinned, saying "Yeah, although I'm kind of nervous about this."

Standing, I took her hand in mine, and grabbed my laptop with the other, and we went out the door towards my golf cart, with my saying just loud enough for her to hear "At least you don't have to worry about getting a boner."

She kissed my cheek as she went around and got into the passenger seat, saying "I'll try not to encourage it until later, okay?"

That didn't help. I put the lever in gear, and away we went, out of my site and down the lane. Amazing! We've been here less than what? A half-hour? And it seems like people were lining up along the camp's roads to get a peek of me and my companion. As I was driving along, past the beach and on towards the section that John and Patty are in, she asked "Is it me, or are people checking us out?"

I laughed, "It's not you." She was grinning, not saying anymore. "You'll probably have their attention for a while."

She giggled as I pulled up in front of John and Patty's forty-foot park model. She said "Wow! How come they have one so big?"

As I grabbed my laptop, I deadpanned, "Penis envy?" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her blush, as we walked up onto the porch, and the door opened, with Sylvia smiling, saying "Come on in, Patty and I almost have dinner ready."

Dana went in in front of me, as I asked "What we having?"

I saw Patty, as she turned and replied "We're having Italian night. Spaghetti and meatballs."

Also in the kitchen with her was Karen, another one of Patty's friends, as I turned and saw Karen's husband Paul, as well as John and Sylvia's husband Jim sitting in the living room. I wrapped an arm about Dana's waist, and as I pointed at each individual, I said "That's John, Patty�s husband, Jim, Sylvia's husband, and Paul, who is the husband of Karen." I pointed out Karen, and went on, saying "And you of course you already know Patty. And this is Sylvia."

Ah yes, a trooper, as she waved at the guys first, and then asked Patty as she walked into the kitchen, "Anything I can do?"

I went to the living room and took a seat on the other couch, as I exhaled loudly. The three men chuckled, as John said "Well, how's it going?"

The women were working on Dana, asking her questions as they worked no the meal. as I said "Just fine. Something quick and simple for the roast, huh?"

"I heard that!" Patty said, with a large smile on her face.

Us guys laughed, as Jim looked at my laptop, asking "What's that for? Bring work over with you?"

I smiled, "No, something for John to look at." I opened up my laptop, and powered it up. Then, after clicking on a file, I handed it to him.

He looked at it for a few seconds, and let out a low whistle, before looking into the kitchen, then at me, with a quizitive look on his face. Paul was sitting next to him, and he glanced over, and I saw his mouth fly open, and said loudly "Oh shit!"

The four women looked our way, and I saw Dana's face get a bit worried like, as she said "You showing them that?"

I smiled, as I said to her, "John is in the banking business, and he's rather good with investment counseling." I turned back to John, and asked "So, how much do you charge?"

Patty cheerfully said "Oh, you guys are friends, there's no charge." John lifted his face, looking at his wife. The look was priceless. Patty was definitely confused, as she came into the living room, and sat down next to John, saw the figures, and with a meek voice, exclaimed "Oh my." She leaned back into the couch, adding "I'm in the wrong business."

It fell silent as what she meant by that sank in, but soon Dana burst out laughing, and soon we all were. Patty went back into the kitchen, and soon they were all working once again, although I sensed it was more of a relaxed atmosphere now. John and I talked, as he looked over the information, and eventually, he gave me a fair deal, one of which I would convey to Dana, who kept glancing our way in wonderment the whole time. Hey, if she wants me for a partner, she'll have to learn to trust me. This was as good a way to do it, and I would eventually be proven correct.

After dinner, the women talked in one group, and us guys in another, before we all moved on to the clubhouse. It was rather quiet there, only a few families and couples, as the eight of us got into the pool and continued our socializing. We of course had brought some beer, so we were rather content, floating around on our noodles, sipping the beer, and enjoying each other�s company. By the time people started leaving, I had noticed some things. First, Dana was fitting in well with the ladies. She was holding her own in the conversations that were taking place, even though I was more engrossed in talking with the guys. Second, something must have been said. Not sure what, or when, but it wasn't long before I noticed the sly smiles that Patty, Sylvia and Karen were giving me every time they looked my way.

It was about midnight when we called it a night, the eight of us getting out of the warm pool and heading to the showers to rinse off. Being a guy, I always enjoyed this. Yeah, naked women, and they're in the shower. No, I've never had sex there in the shower, nor had I made any advances. But what a sight. Four ladies, and each one different. Of course, I was happily admiring Dana for the most part. And this was the first time that I could really look her over. I hadn't gotten into details yet, mainly because I hadn't paid much attention. Yeah, she's a brunette, has her hair cut short, which helps I guess for the wigs she wears when she strips. A round, cherubic face, small nose, deep brown eyes, and her five-seven frame barely weighs in at a hundred pounds. But those breasts, damn! Yeah, they�re natural. Believe me, I've seen lot's of breasts, so I know real from enhanced. They weren't too big, probably a c-cup, a slight slant downward, with dark brown areolas, and nipples that looked like they were always hard and stiff.

Moving down, she had a thin waist, a bit of a tummy, but not anything to detract from her looks, and her shaved crotch. I smiled, as I saw the lips of her pussy, thick and puffed out, and at the top of her slit, her clit stuck out from between her lips, pink and ready to be sucked on. Needless to say, I was having a hard time keeping from getting hard. And I sensed that the other guys, as they were fidgeting, were having the same problem as I.

Once we were all dried off, we exited the building and climbed onto our respective golf-carts, heading back to our individual trailers. We rode in silence, and after parking and entering my trailer, I closed the door behind us, and said "Well, that went well."

She turned, a smile on her face, as she asked "Where's the laptop?"

I took a step to her, and I used both of my hands to cup her breasts, as I answered her "John wants to study your finances some more."

She smiled, and twisted her body around, and leaned back against my body. My cock started growing, as she asked "You think he can help me, huh?"

As my right hand gently squeezed her right melon, my left hand slid down to her cunt, where I easily found her large clit, rolling it gently between my thumb and forefinger, causing her to gasp with pleasure, "Yes, I figured he would be the best for it. And, I do believe I got you a good deal."

A soft moan escaped her mouth, "Good, as it may be your money as well."

I stated "You're serious about this, aren't you!"

She moaned, as I felt her body shudder, "Yes, I am. I've found something nice, and I'm not about to loose it."

Chuckling, I retorted "Me or this lifestyle."

"Both!" she said, as she pulled away from me, and eased her fine ass up into the counter, as she said "Now eat me!"

I grinned, as I went and stood in front of her, and after some soulful kissing, I worked down to her breasts, finding her skin warm to my lips, before I reached her slit. She groaned out "Oh shit!", as I sucked her clit between my lips, her first cum and I hadn't even really begun. Damn, I am most certainly enjoying this.

I inserted my right forefinger into her hot, tight cunt, and her tight vaginal muscles clamped it tightly, as I kept working her clit with my lips and mouth. I glanced up to her face, mouth hanging open, eyes partially closed, a look on her face of deep concentration, as her hips started bucking hard, grinding her cunt into my face. Then, the wail. Loud. I mean real loud! Her body was going into convulsions, as her love juice glazed my face. Her orgasmic cry was still resounding in my head, as I raised my body up, and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her onto my cock.

She was panting heavily, as I slid my pecker home, a smile coming to my face as I felt her silk-like vise of a pussy grip my shaft. Yeah, heaven. She locked her lips to mine, and we explored each others mouths, as I felt her hips flex, causing her wonderful pussy to slide more onto me. Her legs wrapped about my back, and my hands went to those fine ass cheeks of hers, as I started pumping away.

I was trying not to loose it so soon, as the thought occurred to me, with me stumbling out the words, "What about, ugh, a condom, oh, shit."

She was meeting me stroke for stroke, as she groaned, saying "I'll be ovulating tomorrow night. I want a baby, oh god, fuck..."

She went off onto another orgasm, triggering my cock to throb and blast it's load deep into her, her cunt milking my prick of it's vital life making seed. I was spent, or so I thought, as we collapsed into each other, our arms holding tightly around our hot, sweaty bodies. I easily picked her up and carried her to my bed, where we landed with me on my back, and her on top of me. My cock was temporarily sated, but not her pussy, as she crawled off, and inhaled my slightly softened cock, her tongue bathing it, trying to give it some new life.

I just closed my eyes, and let her work, eventually feeling her climb on top of me, and slide her fantastic cunt onto my pole. I smiled, and reached up to grab those fantastic tits of hers, as she rode me gently, at a slow pace, a soft moan coming from her lips. It took a while, two mild orgasms for her, before another one that was as loud as the earlier one, causing my seed to once again bathe her vaginal walls. She collapsed forward onto my chest, a happy and content smile on her face, as I said "You're determined, aren't you."

A soft, "Yes." came from her mouth.

I asked "Why me?"

She lifted her head up, and smiled, kissing my chin. God those eyes! And those breasts! Pressed firmly into my chest, what a feeling! "You don't want to fuck me just because I'm a stripper. I got the feeling that my occupation wouldn't matter to you."

"So, you want to be a mommy. Then what?" I asked.

Her cunt flexed, I'll be damn, I'm still hard. "I want to be a stay-at-home mom. Raise our children, keep house. Maybe have a garden." She pushed herself up, adding "Damn, you're still hard."

She was amazed as I, concerning my lack of softness. "Happens sometimes." I shrugged my shoulders, as she giggled. "I'm sure you've had other boyfriends. What makes you so sure that I'm not like them."

She had a look of exasperation on her face, obviously getting fed up with my questions, as she said gruffly, "All three of them just wanted to use my body as a cum dump." Her body trembled, a smile returned to her face. "They all chased after me. I decided I would chase this time. And it's much better."

"Only three?" She shook her head yes, as I chuckled and added "It seems I got a newer model with lower mileage than expected."

She laughed, asking "Surprised?"

I was honest, when I said "Guess I shouldn't stereotype strippers, huh?"

"Former strippers. I told the club yesterday that I wouldn't be coming back." She stiffened, a shorter, and much quieter cry came from her mouth, as she milked my third load of the night.

We were out after that one. Both of us sexually spent, as we slept with her on top of me all night long. When I finally woke, the inside of the camper felt like a furnace, as my body, and the one on top of me, was soaked in sweat, as I took in the sight of the late morning sun coming in through the window. It seemed that I forgot to turn on the air conditioner yesterday when we arrived.

She mumbled some words, something about it being so fucking hot, as I rolled her off of me and went and hit the power button for the air conditioner. It roared to life, while I went back to the bed, and laid down next to Dana. Her eyes were partially open, as I smiled, saying "Good morning."

She smiled back, lifted her upper body up, and came over me, giving my lips a tender kiss. She asked "Hungry?"

I nodded, and as I looked at the clock, I said "It's almost noon, might as well go into town and have lunch."

She moaned, "Damn! That means I've got to put clothes on."

I chuckled, as I eased up and sat on the edge of the bed, and she rolled to me, wrapping her arms about my torso. She was kissing my neck and shoulders, and I groaned, saying to her "If you keep this up, I'll never go soft and we'll never be able to go eat."

She giggled, "Well, the thought had crossed my mind." Then she sighed, "But you're right. And besides, we'll have plenty of time for love making, I suppose."

Damn my cock, it just swelled even bigger. I laughed, and reached behind me and grabbed her thigh, saying "Yeah, plenty of time." I turned and we kissed, and I went on to say "You know, we had better shower first."

Her face had a big grin on it, as she responded with "Yeah, I'm a little nasty down there at the moment." She bounced off the bed, and went to the bathroom, pulling two towels out, and said as she smiled at me, "Best if we wait until tonight, give those wonderful balls of yours time to recharge."

I smiled, knowing that she was probably right. I stood, my semi-hard cock swaying in front of me as I grabbed my towel, wrapping it about me as I then picked up my shower bag, and she followed me out the door and to the shower house. Nice thing about the shower house. It has two sides. One is marked 'Ladies', and the other marked 'Co-ed'. No need to ask you which side Dana went in. Guys would came in while we showered, taking a double take, as they saw who my shower partner was. Yeah, a healthy hard female body will do that to you. Of course, no sudden woodies, but I'm sure it was close for some. Heck, it was for me!

After our shower, we returned to the camper, dressed, and went into town for lunch. We talked, but it was mundane stuff. The weather, the campground, little things. Nothing earth shattering. Once back at the camp, and after we stripped our clothes off, we grabbed some towels and rode my golf cart to the lagoon where we sat in chairs on the beach, enjoying the warm, summer day as we sat in the shade. People would stop by from time to time, asking Dana how things were going and such. She was rather chirpy, to say the least. Patty and John came by and joined us for an hour or so, during which time Dan invited them to our place for dinner. After they left, I asked her what she had planned on cooking. She just smiled, replying that we would need to make another run into town for some steaks and veggies.

So, about four we went back and got dressed, went back into town and grabbed some groceries, and came back and prepared dinner. I wasn't surprised when not only John and Patty showed up, but Jim and Sylvia and Karen and Paul as well. As the women got things finished and ready to eat, us guys just sat around at the picnic table, and drank beer. We didn't do much talking. We couldn't! Not with four women chattering away the whole time as they got things ready. The only thing that was asked of me, was by John, as he asked "You sure about this?"

I chuckled, sighed, and nodded my head yes. It was quickly followed by Paul being a smartass, as he said "Well, if you need help, give me a shout." Sylvia heard the question, and asked loudly "Help for what?"

He grimaced, as did the other two, but I was quick to the draw, as I said "I may need help tomorrow if I decide to split some wood for the clubhouse."

She said "Oh!", as she turned and returned talking to the other three women, who were all eyeing us suspiciously.

Soon, we were all chowing down, the women still talking away, and us guys, if we were asked anything, we just grunted and nodded in agreement or disagreement. After dinner, they cleaned the table, and Patty suggested that we all go for a dip in the pool. Dana readily agreed, and she went in to grab some more towels. Soon, a four golf cart convoy was heading for the clubhouse and the pool.

We were all at one end, the eight of us, and it was the same as before. Four women chattering away, and us four guys trying to get away from them. We eventually did, making our way to the opposite end of the pool. And now out of ear shot, John grinned and said "You sort of slept in this morning, Rick."

I snorted, as Jim said "Yeah, and from what I hear, some sort of animal was howling underneath his camper for a good part of the night."

I groaned, "Oh god, I knew she was a bit loud."

"I heard even Scott say he could hear her." laughed Paul.

I protested, "Scotty's deaf!", causing the other two to laugh as well.

John asked, "So, she really wants to get knocked up?"

Paul was still a smartass, adding "If you need help, you know where to find me!" We laughed, causing glares to be shown our way. Except by Dana. She seemed to be smiling. I'm sure she was relishing the attention.

I answered with "Yeah, she wants to settle down. She decided that I was the one she wanted to live life with."

"Hope it works." said one of them.

Another said "Lucky bastard."

Some more crude comments, and we were laughing our ass's off. But then we stopped and we immediately looked at the women, all looking our way. I just smiled and waved, as did the other three, and they returned to talking. They grilled me unmercifully for an hour more, before Dana came to my rescue.

As she pulled onto my arm, she said "Come on Rick, I think it's time to go."

Paul asked loudly "Time to go for what."

Dana grinned, saying loudly "To start a baby inside of me."

All three said in unison, a soft, drawn out "Shit."

The women on the other hand, it was their turn to be the raunchy ones, as Sylvia said "Remember, ice his balls down first, and wait an hour. He'll have a more virile sperm count then."

Things deteriorated quickly, as the comments came one right after another, including if she wants a boy for to have me take her doggie-style. A lot of things were running through my mind as we left the building and climbed into the golf cart for the short ride to my site, (Or rather, our site now!) as she rattled on about things. I caught something about buying a new trailer and putting it over on an empty lot by John and Patty, and something about getting my parents up for the wedding. But I was having a hard enough time to pay too much attention, as I was trying to drive in the dark, while trying to keep my pecker covered with a towel as it tried rising to the scene. Shit, I hadn't even had time to shower off the chlorine from the pool off my body!

I parked the cart, and we raced into the camper. Once the door was closed, we were in each others arms, hugging, groping, and kissing passionately. I was soon feasting on her breasts, as she held the back of my head in her hands. My face worked down to her belly, and soon I was inhaling her scent, as she moaned when my tongue hit her clit. She fell back onto the table, spreading her legs wide to give my face total access to her ripe cunt. Her juices were already flowing as I sucked her pussy, her sweet body writhing on the table. I was hard and primed, and I didn't even bother to wait for her to have her orgasm, as I stood and shoved my aching cock into her tight hole. She let out a shriek, the walls of her vagina clamping down as I went all the way in.

I was a man possessed, as I started fucking her fast and furious, and I could feel my cock starting to throb, signaling that I had not much time left before I doused her womb. With a roar I stiffened, sending my sperm in search for her egg. God, it felt great, as my toes curled while I shot jet after jet of my hopefully potent sperm into her.

Pulling out of her, I stepped back, looking down at her on the table. She was panting as if she had ran a marathon, a glazed look on her face, as she sat up, edged her body off the table and squatted down to service my cock with her mouth. It was animalistic in nature after that. We were trying our hardest to reproduce the whole night long. Her wails of pleasure were muffled somewhat by the loud whirring of the air conditioner, as we went down on each other, before fucking ourselves silly again and again. I took her once more in the front half of the camper, with her legs spread out, a foot against each wall of the short hall, bent over at a slight angle at the waist, with her hands braced up against the sides of the wall, while I held onto her hips, sawing my cock in and out of her baby-chute.

Then off to our bed, where we continued, one good cum right after another. I ended up plastering the walls of her womb six times during the night, before sleep finally won out and silenced us for a spell. I woke up late on Sunday, my pecker and balls were on fire from over abuse, as I cuddled up with Dana. She cooed as she felt my warm body press up against her, as I reached around and grabbed a breast, giving it a loving squeeze.

My cock was hard, as she rolled over to climb on top and ride me to our first mutual cum of the new day. As we rested afterwards, we talked about the future, and how she was looking forward to being my wife. Well, I guess I was trapped, but I really didn't care. Hell, she's got a great body, and I do believe that my pecker is enjoying her talents.

We must have drifted off to sleep, as a knock at the door followed by Patty's voice calling out "Dana?"

Her eyes flew open, and she climbed off of me and the bed, going to the door and opening it. I heard Patty go "Here you are, I thought you two would need some breakfast."

I then heard John exclaim, "Whew! Sort of ripe in there!"

"Shush John." Patty said, before saying "John has some papers for you to look over, you can sign them and bring them over for dinner. You guys are coming for dinner, aren't you?"

John interjected "If Rick can still walk."

Dana laughed, saying "We'll be there, what time?"

I heard Patty reply "How about five?"

Dana agreed to it, and they left and Dana closed the door. We didn't say anything, as she came on back and sat on the bed, me now sitting up. We shared the breakfast, eating together, before disposing of the dishes and having sex once more. We never made it back home to Indiana that week. We stayed inside the camper for the most part, except to eat and go shower and swim. On occasino we did have to take breaks, as my cock felt like it was going to fall off. The next weekend, she went to the drug store and purchased a home-pregnancy kit and she tested positive. It was then that I asked her if she was sure this was what she wanted. Her glowing smile told me that it was.

A few days later, we visited my folks at their club, and told them the news that we were getting married, and that they were going to be grandparents. It was an interesting conversation when I explained how we met and the issue of her past work experiences. We had the wedding the following month at the resort, an interesting event. For starters, her sister was somewhat surprised at the location of the ceremony. And, Dana's former co-workers were a sight to see. It was sort of funny to see them shed their clothes, some a bit of apprehension. I'm sure there were some interesting discussions in a few campsites that night, and for a few weeks after that as well.

For the seven months after the wedding, it was interesting to watch as Dana's belly grew with our child. Her frim breasts swelled as well, and she looked like a beautiful mother-to-be. That was five years ago. And after five years, and another child, she's still a beauty, and we're still together. We did move to a site by John and Patty, and our kids are always running around the park, bare ass naked and happy.

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