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Brooke woke to the familiar, pleasant sensation of sunlight on bare fur. It was a subtle, low-key pleasure, but one of Brooke's favorites, nonetheless. The skunk stretched out, splaying her limbs in all directions amidst her tangled sheets before she rolled out of bed.

Nude, she padded across the bedroom and opened the sliding glass door that lead out to her balcony. She swished her tail, and closed her eyes as the mid-morning breeze ruffled her black and white fur: another of those little pleasures she'd come to savor.

She basked on the balcony for a few minutes, leaning against the railing. Stories below, a handful of furs went about their morning business- some beachgoers already setting up shop with their towels, umbrellas, and other essentials. Brooke held a hand up to her eyes and looked out over the blue ocean, picking out the faint forms of a few intrepid swimmers already enjoying the waves.

The coffeemaker's timer buzzed, and Brooke pushed herself away from the balcony, heading further into her suite to the kitchentette. She poured herself a mug of coffee as black as her fur (or, well, as black as half her fur) and slowly brought herself into proper consciousness. She thought about turning on the radio to hear the morning news, but ultimately decided against it. She was on vacation; whatever news the radio had to offer would be distracting at best, mood-ruining at worst.

Brooke sipped at her coffee, and then went to look at herself in the full length mirror in her bedroom. She picked up a brush and began to smooth out the little ruffles and tangles that had accumulated over the night. She looked herself over in the mirror, and smiled.

Just past thirty, the years might have added a few pounds here and there...but Brooke liked to think most of them had been put in the right places, at least. The pessimistic would have called her chubby- Brooke liked the term 'voluptuous' a lot better.

She'd been generously curvy since she was a teenager- she liked to think her ample breasts and equally ample rump gave her the appearance of an old style pin up. Nevermind the extra little pudge at her belly, or the fact that trying to keep those sassy pin-up poses for too long inevitably gave her a muscle cramp.

A swath of pristine white fur ran down from the bottom of her chin to between her legs, sharply contrasted by the black fur surrounding it. Her pink nipples broke up the monochromatic coloring, poking eagerly out of the soft fur.

Brooke curled her voluminous tail around herself, and brushed out a few little tangles in her fur. She smiled again, taking pride in her tail's well-maintained fluffiness. It certainly was an attention grabber, as she'd learned years and years ago.

Brooke finished brushing her tail, and then ran both of her white-furred hands over her naked body, sighing softly. She shivered as she looked at herself in the mirror, and hungrily wet her lips. Her hands roamed over herself, over her belly, and lower still-

"No." Brooke told herself, and forced her hands away. If she started indulging herself so early, she'd never get out of her suite, and where was the fun in that? Instead, Brooke braced herself with another cup of warm coffee, and then bent over her suitcase to get out everything she'd need for the day: sandals, sunglasses, a wide-brimmed hat, and her shoulder bag.

So equipped, but otherwise nude, Brooke proudly walked out of her suite and headed towards the elevator. She left her door unlocked; there wasn't anything in her room worth stealing anyway.

She had packed light.

---

"Good to see you again, Miss Black!" The brown stallion behind the resort's service desk waved as soon as Brooke walked out of the elevator.

"It's good to _be_back, Henri." Brooke padded over towards the desk, smiling. Henry was a professional, used to seeing patrons in such a state of undress- if his eyes strayed too far, he was certainly good at hiding it. Brooke, however, had no such qualms. She leaned against the counter, raking her eyes down the length of Henri's bare, sculpted chest. Like the rest of the resort's staff, Henri was nude- though standing behind the desk, Brooke couldn't see _all_of him. He had the perfect musculature of a romance novel cover, with the sort of defined muscles that Brooke found herself longing to reach out and touch. She even began to lift a hand before she checked herself. It was impolite to molest the staff so early, after all.

"Anything I can do for you, Miss Black?"

"Please, call me Brooke. We went over this last year."

"Ah yes, of course. Force of habit."

"So, how's business been?"

"Right now? It's a little slow- it usually is, this early in the season. Some of the regulars are beginning to trickle in."

"Oh, good. If anyone asks, let them know I'm here."

"And one more thing, Miss- er, Brooke. There are a few newcomers here. You might want to make them feel a little more ... welcome." Henri said with a wink.

Brooke's ears perked, and she broke into a laugh. "Really now? You're too good to me, Henri. Who should I be looking out for?"

"I hold our guest's information in the utmost confidentiality." Henri held a hand up to his chest. "But, if you should happen to see two women from a certain university around ... You'll know them when you see them."

"And it's not even spring break." Brooke smiled. She raked her eyes down Henri's muscled chest, and then pushed herself away from the desk. As tempted as she was to jump over the counter to sample Henri's customer service skills, the prospect of a pair of newcomers was entirely too tempting. Henri would be there when she got back, after all. "Well, I suppose I'd better find those ladies before the locals do." She winked at Henri. "I'll be seeing you soon, though."

"Looking forward to it."

"So am I."

---

It didn't take Brooke long to find her targets. Not only were they the only ones out at the pool in the morning, they were the only ones wearing clothes.

There were two of them. The first was a tall, lean wolfess. The taut lines of her muscles could easily be seen beneath her fur; she had the build of a basketball or volleyball player. Or maybe a swimmer, Brooke thought, to judge by her simple one-piece swimsuit. At least the dark navy color contrasted well with the wolf's white and gray fur.

The other was a petite, brown-furred rabbit. She wore a simple red bikini top and a pair of boyshorts, which flattered her slim figure rather well. A blaze of white ran from below her chin all the way downward- Brooke smiled to herself, resolving to find out just where the white fur ended.

The two college girls were laying on lounge chairs, by the otherwise empty pool. Brooke smiled to herself, and padded over towards them. The wolf turned slightly- and immediately turned away, once she realized Brooke's state of undress. While she feigned casualness, the insides of the wolf's ears tinted pink in a blush. The rabbit seemed to be taking things a bit better, not looking up from the book she had her nose stuck into.

"Morning." Brooke said, and settled down on an empty lounger beside them. "You guys must be new here."

"That obvious, huh?" The wolf said, giving a pained smile. She turned to Brooke, but kept her eyes resolutely focused on the skunk's face.

"A little." Brooke said. She offered a paw. "My name's Brooke, by the way."

"Claire." Said the wolf. "And this is my friend, Angie."

"Hi there!" Angie looked up from her book- and her eyes went wide once she got an eyeful of Brooke. "Sorry! Didn't mean to stare, there."

"Angie!" Claire said, "you're gonna make her mad."

"It's alright. I've been vacationing here for years- I'm used to it," Brooke smiled sweetly. "Really, people are going to stare more at you."

"They are?" Claire blinked.

"Well, you two_are_ the only ones dressed here. Didn't you know the resort was clothing optional?"

"Uh, not exactly." Angie said with an embarrassed grin, "we won the tickets in a random drawing, and when it said 'naturist,' I thought that just meant there were a lot of, y'know, birdwatchers and stuff."

"That would be 'naturalist,'" Claire huffed. "If you'd bothered telling me before we were on the plane, we wouldn't even be here."

"And if you'd bothered to read the brochure I gave you, you would've known earlier."

"There's a lot that isn't in the brochure." Brooke's lips turned up in a sly grin. "For example, while it's technically clothing optional ... let's just say clothing's not an option anybody takes. It's early in the season, and so the more ... militant folks aren't here yet."

"Militant?" Claire said.

"Well, maybe that's not the best term, but some folks might get a little offended if you're wearing clothes and they're not. They'll think you're just here to gawk."

"But, I'm...I mean, we're not gawking. At anyone."

"I know, I know," Brooke said, "but not everyone's as nice as I am. You two really should take off those swimsuits, though. You'll fit in better, and it'll help you relax."

Claire furrowed her brow, dubious. Angie, on the other hand, nodded thoughtfully. "Y'know, that makes sense." She sat up and reached behind her back and neatly undid the ties to her bikini. The bunny's modest breasts stood proudly on her chest, capped by dark brown nipples. Angie put the top to the side and began to reach down to the waistband of her shorts. "All of it?" she asked.

"No sense in doing it halfway, hm?" Brooke said with a smile.

"Angie!" Claire gaped, "what are you doing?"

"Hey, when in Rome." Angie said, and then peeled out of her shorts. She kicked them off of her foot, and then wiggled her toes, stretching out. The rabbit's bikini hadn't been hiding much, but Brooke drank in the sight anyway. Angie had the slim, lithe build of a dancer, still in the bloom of youth. Angie smoothed out a few ruffled spots on her fur, and smiled. "Honestly, I would've done this earlier, but you were being all chicken about it. But since the nice skunk says it's required, I guess we don't have any choice!"

"She didn't say it was required." Claire huffed.

"Just strongly encouraged." Brooke chimed in. "Very strongly. Your turn, dear!"

Claire blinked a few times, and the blush in her ears grew redder. "Maybe ... maybe I'll just stay in the room?" she ventured.

"Aw, don't be a spoilsport!" Angie said, "this place is amazing, and we haven't even seen half of it yet- you can't spend your whole time here in the room!" "She's right." Brooke noted, "I mean, they don't even have cable."

"Pleeeeease?" Angie reached out for Claire's hand, gently holding her back. "Just try it! It'll be fun, I promise."

"Alright." Claire said, and then held up a warning finger, "but this is only because I have to. Not like I'm some kinda slutty sorority girl or something."

Brooke couldn't help but think the protest came entirely too soon. Still, any analysis of Claire's protest was forgotten, as Brooke raptly watched the wolfess undress. The fabric of Claire's too-tight swimsuit clung to her body, as if it were reluctant to let go. As more and more of Claire's fur was exposed, Brooke certainly understood the sentiment.

As she peeled the straps of her swimsuit off her shoulders, Claire's ample breasts spilled out of the confining fabric, as if they were eager to be free in the open air. The wolf pushed her hands over her flat belly, and then bent over as she worked the suit all the way off. Brooke noticed Angie leaning over just slightly to get a better look at Claire's ass as she stripped; Brooke couldn't blame her for it, either. Claire had the kind of body typically reserved for anatomy textbooks or classical sculpture, nearly perfect in every line and muscle.

"There." Claire said, and sat back down in her chair. She pulled her legs up to her chest, concealing herself as best she could. "I'm naked now. Happy?"

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it soon enough." Brooke gave Claire a reassuring smile. "By the time you're done here, it's gonna feel weird to _not_go nude."

"Really?" Angie said, perking her long ears.

Brooke nodded, and then stood up. "But here, since you two are new, let me show you around. There's a lot to see- and the best parts aren't in the brochure. "

---

Sand crunched beneath the sandals of the three women as Brooke conducted her tour. Brooke pointed out the gym (which Claire had particular interest in), the bar and nightclub (which Angie had particular interest in), the boating dock- and, finally, after winding down a long, verdant path, to the beach.

"Where is everyone?" Claire said, looking around. "I've only seen maybe two or three people since we got here."

"It's early." Brooke said. "Early in the season, and early in the day. There's probably a good amount of people here, but they're probably sleeping in."

"Makes sense." Angie said.

"And here's what everyone really comes here for- the beach." Brooke smiled, and walked around a large sand dune to reveal the length of pristine white sand and clear blue water. There were a few other furs present- all nude, scattered out on their towels as they sunned themselves peacefully.

The sight of so much bare fur would've been shocking enough, but two furs in particular stood out from the rest. A red-furred fox, somewhere in his early twenties, rested on hands and knees, tail hiked high. An otter was on his knees behind him, thoroughly pounding away at the fox's ass in full view of everyone. The fox moaned, his hard pink dick flopping below him with each push of the otter's hips.

Claire gasped. Angie stared. Brooke rolled her eyes. "I swear, those two get at it every time..."

"You know them?" Angie said, shocked.

"Oh, of course. The otter's name is Jo- he lives around here. The fox is a regular- this must be the third, fourth year I've seen him. His name's Xand."

"They're..." The insides of Claire's ears turned cherry red.

"Fucking, yes." Brooke said.

"In front of everyone!"

"That's right."

"How come nobody's...doing anything about it?"

"Ah." Brooke said, "that's something else they don't put in the brochure ... "

"What are you talking about?"

"So, most nudist resorts are more about the lifestyle, as opposed to any sexual aspect. The Free Breeze... isn't most nudist resorts. They take the opposite tack, embracing- and really, encouraging their guests to explore their sexuality. Wherever. Whenever. However."

"Oh my god." Claire said. The wolf couldn't tear her eyes away from the two fucking men. Brooke noticed Claire's nipples poking out a little harder from her fur.

"You have to keep an open mind around here." Brooke said, smiling. "It's common courtesy to allow other people to have their fun ... that is, if you don't join in yourself."

A short distance away, Xand moaned louder as Jo's cock drove into him over and over. After a particularly loud cry of pleasure, a husky rolled off of his towel and walked over to the pair, stroking his stiffening pink cock as he walked. He guided the shaft to Xand's muzzle, and the fox started sucking him eagerly. Even with a mouthful of dick, the fox's muffled moans were loud enough for Brooke, Claire, and Angie to hear.

"Y'know what? We can come back to the beach later." Brooke said, and turned around, heading back towards the resort proper. Angie and Claire followed. They remained in silence until they made it back to the pool.

"So have you ..." Angie looked to Brooke, and trailed off.

"Oh, absolutely." Brooke shivered a little at the memory. "Why else do you think I've been coming here all these years? No pun intended, of course."

"But there's other stuff to do, right? You can't just have sex all the time, right?" said Claire.

"Oh, of course. There's the boating, the pool, the spa, the gym, the bar, and so on. It's just that you shouldn't be too surprised if you see someone, ah, enjoying themselves. In fact, the later in the afternoon it gets, the more you should expect it. Either way, someone will proposition you, eventually. You don't have to say yes, but I'd recommend it." Brooke looked over her shoulder and winked at the two stunned college girls.

"Wait." Angie said, "are you doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"Propositioning me? Us?"

"Would you like me to?"

Angie remained quiet, but the guilty smile on her face told everything.

"Mmm." Brooke turned around, and didn't bother hiding the slightly predatory look in her eyes as she looked over her sunglasses at the wolf and rabbit. "Have either of you two ever made love to a woman before?"

Angie, surprisingly enough, was the one to blush at that- then again, she might've been somehow carrying embarrassment over from Claire, who looked as if she'd reached her limit. "Kind of?"

"Kind of?" Brooke asked.

"Claire and I got drunk and made out at a party." Angie said.

"Angie!" said Claire.

"A couple of parties, actually."

"Angie!"

"I guess we should see how I compare." Brooke stepped forward, and pulled Angie into a playful kiss on the muzzle. The bunny tensed for just a moment- but she soon gave a wanton sigh, grabbing hold of Brooke's hips to pull herself in closer. Brooke guided her tongue over Angie's pliant lips, and finally broke the embrace. She turned her attention to Claire, who could only watch with an expression that was equally fascinated and mortified.

"Please, dear, don't be jealous." Brooke said. She reached out to caress the underside of Claire's chin, and then leaned up on tiptoe to kiss the wolf in turn. "I can share." Claire was a little more hesitant than her friend, but her tongue tickled over Brooke's, none the less.

Brooke leaned back, and ran one hand down the curve of Angie's spine, smoothing out the soft brown fur. "Mmm. Now then. Why don't you and your friend-" before Brooke could finish, Angie had nearly pounced upon her friend, dragging her down into a lusty, needy kiss.

Claire settled down on a lounger, and Angie cuddled in on top of her, straddling her belly, refusing to break the kiss. Ever helpful, Brooke took one of Claire's paws in hers, and guided it over Angie's bare body. Both of the college girls tensed- but Brooke just smiled at each of them. "Just relax. Both of you."

"We shouldn't." Claire said, and splayed her ears back. "What if someone sees us?"

"Then they'll get a hell of a show." Angie said, breathing in deeply.

"I can't believe we're doing this," said Claire.

"Neither can I." Angie sucked in a little breath as she began to roll her hips on Claire's long fingers. She reached out and took hold of Claire's strong shoulders, settling in for a pleasurable ride. In turn, Claire dipped her middle finger between Angie's folds, eliciting a sharp cry from the rabbit.

"Oh!" Claire said, mortified. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you-"

"That's not it." Angie gasped out. She arced her back, presenting her taut, perky nipples to anyone who cared to see. "That actually feels, really, really nice." She smiled guiltily, and pushed herself down harder onto Claire's hand. "Don't worry about me. I can take it."

Claire gaped at her friend as Angie started riding her in earnest, working her wet pussy up and down over the offered digits. Brooke circled around behind the bunny and leaned in, pressing her ample breasts against her back. The skunk leaned in and nibbled at Angie's neck, earning another delighted squeal from her. Pressed so close, Brooke could feel Angie's heart racing as she pleasured herself on her friend's fingers. The skunk slid her paws around Angie's trim body, cupping and squeezing the rabbit's small tits.

Angie came delicately, her body tensing and trembling as she was pushed over the edge. She gasped a few times, and then turned her head to Brooke, nuzzling in for a hungry, needy kiss. The bunny shivered a few more times, and then leaned down to kiss Claire in turn before she cuddled in next to the wolfess, resting to regain her breath.

Brooke smiled down at the pair, and reached up to caress her own full breasts for an indulgent moment. "Now then," she said, sinking down to her knees on the hard tile. "It's Claire's turn."

Claire stared down at Brooke, shocked and blushing- but she parted her long legs easily enough at Brooke's gentle pushing. Brooke ran her hands up the length of Claire's firmly muscled leg, teasing the inside of her thighs before she reached to part Claire's delicate pussy. The skunk savored the sight, and ran a finger over her outer lips.

"Wet already?" Brooke said, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were enjoying yourself."

Claire managed an embarrassed nod. Her silence broke into a moan, when Brooke leaned in to gently kiss the wolf's exposed pussy. Brooke wasted little time, pushing her tongue between Claire's folds in order to eagerly explore the hot wetness within. She looked upward, and grinned as she saw Angie stirring from her orgasmic haze. The rabbit wriggled on the increasingly crowded lounge chair, finally coming to seal her lips around one of Claire's nipples. The wolf moaned aloud, arcing her back into her friend's attention.

Not to be outdone, Brooke set to 'work,' lavishing loving attention on Claire's pussy. She finally drew back and licked the taste of the wolf from her lips. Knowing Claire was already wet, Brooke pushed two fingers into the tall wolf, drawing out an even louder gasp. The skunk began to curl her fingers rhythmically, stroking and teasing Claire from within. Each little push of Brooke's fingers rippled through Claire, making the wolf roll up on her hips, her entire body tensing and relaxing in wanton pleasure. Angie could do little but cling to her friend, mouth sealed around Claire's breast. An errant kick sent flipped the chair next to the trio on its side; the clattering of steel on tile wasn't nearly as attention grabbing as Claire's pained cries of pleasure.

Encouraged by each mewl and moan, Brooke pumped her fingers into Claire's sodden pussy faster and faster, until the tall wolf simply couldn't take it anymore. A short whine caught in Claire's throat, and her entire body trembled as a powerful orgasm washed over her. The fluttering of Claire's pussy was even enough to push Brooke's dripping fingers out of the wolf. Finally, Claire sprawled out, her long limbs hanging off the beach lounger from odd angles. She stared up at the sky in blissful shock.

"Wow." Angie said from where she was comfortably cuddled up against Claire's tits. "What did she do to you, Claire?"

"I ... I dunno?" Claire managed through a dry mouth.

"I've had lots of practice." Brooke pushed herself back up to her feet, knees just a little sore from resting on the hard tile. She licked her still-dripping fingers, savoring the wolf's taste; it was enough to make her shiver. Brooke moaned gently, and then allowed herself to touch her own pussy with her other hand. Brooke was wet, nearly dripping- despite herself, she began to rub at her heated lips, masturbating in full view of the bunny and wolf (and whoever else might be passing by besides). An electric thrill raced through Brooke's body as her fingers grazed her needy clit.

"I hope I haven't tired you two out already." Brooke said with a sly swish of her tail. She breathed deeper, causing her tits to rise and fall. "For one, I haven't even come yet..."

"You haven't- oh!" Angie's long ears tinted pink in a cute blush. "How rude of us." She slowly untangled herself from Claire's arms and stood up. Naked and willing, she took a step towards the skunk, but stopped as Brooke held up a finger.

"Ah. As much as I'm tempted to fuck the two of you right here, I'm not sure the furniture could take it." Brooke nudged the lounger Claire still sprawled on, and it creaked ominously. "If you two girls would like, you can follow me back to my suite. It'll be much more comfortable there."

Without waiting for an answer, Brooke turned- and, putting an extra little sashay in her hips, she headed back into the hotel. A quick glance at her reflection in the glass door revealed Angie and Claire both following her with nervous but eager anticipation.

Brooke smiled to herself. This was going to be a good trip.