It was a bright summer Sunday morning in a naturist camp. Outside, birds were creating a symphony of sounds within the cypress swamp in expectation of the usual morning shower coming. We all had gotten up early to help with the bed and breakfast. We now had ten cabins, with the last five under construction. When everything was rented and we fed everyone, it really took a lot to feed all of the visitors.
Sunday morning was special though, as we made a huge country breakfast of ham, sausage, and bacon, with eggs cooked to order. The biscuits and gravy always tasted good, and the younger set always made short work of stacks and stacks of pancakes.
Zena came into the big atrium area where the outdoor kitchen and serving area was. She told me, "Unc is coming out to spend the day with us. He wants to hear a little more of our idea to have a split restaurant. He also wants to get a little sun on his lily-white body.
I had Maggie sitting with Zena and me at one of the tables near the kitchen area. "Maggie, what do you think if you were to take over management of the bed and breakfast and the cabins? We will soon be up to fifteen cabins. That means we will have twenty-three units to rent out every night. That won't happen except during the summer season, but we will still be busy. Zena and I thought you might want to hire someone to take your place in the kitchen and begin running everything for us. We can build on to this main building to give you an office, and if you wanted, we could add an apartment for you."
Margaret sat up straight and said, "The office would be a good idea, and if you had an apartment with it, that would be good too, but I would rather stay in the house with Betsy, Joanie, and you guys. I love the moments we spend together and wouldn't want to miss any of them."
She thought another few minutes then said, "If I took over doing the management thing, does that mean you won't consider the restaurant idea?"
It was my turn, "Actually, Maggie, it does mean that I am considering your idea. I've even begun talking to the people necessary to make it work. It would be a big undertaking if we were to build it."
Maggie said, "I have two more women that I want to have help out in the kitchen out here. One lives outside the park, but the family are all members, and the other has a trailer in the park. Both can work through lunch, so we won't have people working seven days in a row."
"Tell you what though, Maggie, when I begin drawing up the restaurant, I want you to help me so we include what you think we'll need. I want Shannon to help design the lounge so we can have a nice place for the camp people in the evening."
"Thank you, Tommy. You've done it again. You've lifted me way up on that pedestal you gave me. You always make me feel so special. Even after a night with all our crazy couples, you make me feel absolutely wonderful."
Bert showed up around nine-thirty. We put him in the one spare guest rooms so he could get naked with us. We all went to the Sunday morning services, then Zena and Shannon took Bert to swim and to the lake for a canoe ride.
Betty had come by to talk to me about an idea she had. She wanted to have a central place to wash clothes and had thought she could contract out dry cleaning as well. "Tom, since the park is getting more and more permanent residents that have jobs outside the park, there is a need for a dry cleaning facility. Instead of building one, why not just make a couple of trips a day to haul stuff back and forth. The new cleaners in Lutz could use the business. I talked to them and they were willing to work something out with us."
I asked Betty, "Where do you want the building for your clothes washing business to be at?"
She answered, "I talked to Mr. Franks about my idea and we both agreed that a building up near the open area by the entrance would be perfect for it. That way, if we have to have outside help for it, it would be easier on a non-naturist than if it were deep in the park."
"Let me get a pad and we'll sketch a little design of what you might want to do." I went to get a couple of pads of paper. We drew out a basic floor plan and began modifying it for features. She would need the customer area, the washing machine area, the dryer area, the ironing area, and then a hanging storage area. In no time at all we were up to about fifteen hundred square feet, with a second story to be used as an area for mechanical storage.
"Do you really think you can do that much business?" I questioned, as this building was not going to be cheap.
"I really do. I know it's funny to have a laundry at a naturist camp, but we have a lot of people who live out here that are willing to pay me now to wash their clothes. I have two ladies working full time for me and need a couple more. I just don't have any place to put them, so a stand alone building should work."
I had an idea, "Let me add a little overhang in the back of the building here. You could have a bunch of coin washers and dryers similar to the laundry room behind the rec center. It isn't big enough anymore as there are only three machines and a single dryer. People are always waiting to wash towels and sheets, so if you were to have more machines up here, I'd bet they would be busy all the time."
"You're right, Tommy, good idea. We could make a deal with the park so that they received a percentage of the machines in payment for the land use. We would own the building for as long as we operated the business. Gerald could work all that out."
Zena, Shannon, and Bert came into the kitchen from the canoe trip, laughing and joking about Bert's lack of outdoor experience. I stood to introduce Betty to Bert. Betty was flustered for some reason, and also stood to greet Bert and the girls.
As Bert took hold of Betty's hand, something in Bert's head went haywire or something. His dick began raising its head to almost instantly pointing straight at Betty. It would be difficult to hide Bert's long thin dick even if only a little erect, but impossible to hide when it was full blown.
Bert was embarrassed and quickly sat down to hide himself. Zena couldn't resist though, and because of our close relationship with Betty, teased, "Why Unc, that must be the first time in years you got it up over a woman."
Bert was very red-faced but managed to say, "And a really full beauty she is too."
Betty got the drift of our teases and stood up, turning completely around asking, "So do you like the expanded chassis look, or is it what I carry on top that interests you?"
Bert was still cherry red but said, "All of it. I'm as surprised as you are, Betty, but I think I would like to know you better."
Betty said, "Take a ride with me in my gas cart and we'll talk about it. We can tell each other why we won't get together."
Bert looked like he was going to panic, looking around for support, but finally said, "I'd like that. Take me for a short ride so I can see more of the park."
When they left, Zena and I looked at each other in wonder. She finally said, "Well, I changed my stripes and we've changed Shannon's attitude, as well as the other girls, so why not Bert? It could happen."
Maggie was with us and said, "Since you're in a drawing mood, how about making some sketches and basic floor plans for the split restaurant. I think I even have the exact place to put it so we keep the entrance private."
We first drew the two dining rooms, with a servers' area between the dining room and the kitchen. The servers' counter could double for buffets. The kitchen would split the two areas and could be accessed through doors as well as high pass through windows. We would arrange the pass through windows so that there would not be any visual sight line between the public side and the naturist side. We would also have a service window for the bar on the public side, but no lounge or bar, just bar service for the restaurant. If we wanted a public lounge later, we could add on.
This would be a major building. Once again, I would need to have some long talks with Sandy Mahoney and get help for restaurant knowledge.
We had been at it for over two hours when Bert and Betty came back. They walked in standing close to one another. We all greeted them and Betty held onto Bert's wrist, brushing an alert nipple on his upper arm. Betty said, "They are cooking chicken, ribs, and pork steaks at the rec center today. How about we get a bunch for lunch?"
Zena said, "Good idea, I'll call your mom and dad to see if they want to eat with us. I think Dana and Jeff are over there this weekend, so I'll ask them too."
Maggie, Shannon, and I made a couple of more notes for the split restaurant, then gathered up the papers and stored them away in the big desk. We set the table with both extenders in it, and brought all the chairs to the table. We could just as well have eaten in the bed and breakfast atrium, but it was nice to eat in the cabin.
People began to get back from the rec area with baskets of ribs and chicken, along with large containers of beans, potato salad, and slaw. Maggie ran next door and brought back a big basket of rolls. We all dug in eating our fill. Luckily, I had enough beer for everyone to have a couple of cold ones.
After eating, Bert wanted to see what we had come up with for the split restaurant. When Betty heard and saw the drawings of our idea, she went nuts. "This is exactly what we've needed for the last few years. This would be wonderful. My goodness, Tommy, you're just building everywhere. When are you going to open?"
"Easy, Betty, we have just started thinking about Maggie's idea," I cautioned. "We haven't even talked to anyone on the council about it."
"Let me call Sam and Franks, I want them to see this ASAP, right this second," as she headed toward the phone.
It took her a few minutes to track Sam down, but she excitedly told him to find Franks and get up to my place right away.
While we had been looking at the tentative floor plans of the restaurant, I had made two drawings of the exterior. One was the public front and the other for the naturists. The public restaurant would be all enclosed while the park side would have part of the bar open to a huge porch serving area, as well as a small inside lounge and large serving area. I think the sketches gave the naturist side a very appealing look.
Sam and Franks, with wives, came in to see what Betty's excitement was about. My dad said, "The kid's been at it again. You're not going to believe this one."
They looked at the drawings and listened to Maggie as to how she thought the place could be run. Maggie said that since I was gaining bar experience, the lounge would be easy. She said that I had several friends that would help me with a restaurant.
Mrs. Franks asked, "What kind of a menu do you envision?"
Maggie was silent, so I said, "Probably a family style menu. Very plain, but with Florida foods like good fish and shrimp. We would have steaks and dishes like meat loaf and pot roast."
Sam asked, "Would you be open for three meals?"
"Had not thought of it in that way, Sam, probably from afternoon on. If we opened for breakfast and lunch, we would have to have a lot more cooks and wait staff. I suppose if there were a demand, it could be done."
Mr. Franks and Sam were looking at each other grinning. Then they blew me away, they raised their hands and did a high five. Sam said, "If you build this thing, Tom, I'll guarantee you the park will give you the land. We have gotten larger every year with more and more permanent residents. You've just solved the problem with having a seasonal crowd. By having a public restaurant along with a naturist side, you've taken care of the slack time. I can't wait to get started on this project."
Maggie was beside herself. She said, "You have to work on the prints for the restaurant and get it ready right away so we can go to the bank for financing."
Bert offered, "Why don't you work on some private financing, Tommy. I'll bet you could put together a group of people to help you get started. You don't want too many fingers in the pot trying to run the business, but a lending group would be a good idea. You know that restaurants are not often a big money making business. But if done right, they can be a steady business."
"I'm not real busy this coming week, so I'll work on the restaurant. I'll get Sandy and her dad to help me on some details."
Turning to Maggie, I said, "I'll have Sam build your office onto the B&B starting tomorrow, so get your mind set to hire your replacement for the kitchen. Are you running out of people to hire out here?"
Maggie said, "No, Tommy, I have applications from at least a dozen more ladies that are looking for work, so even with fifteen cabins we should have enough people. Now the restaurant is going to be different, as we'll need a strong staff. We'll work it out though."
Sam asked, "What's this about building onto the bed and breakfast?"
I explained the office and my idea to incorporate it into a public office with a private apartment attached. Sam told me to follow him as he had an idea. He and I walked out to the side of the bed and breakfast building and he pointed at the same area I had been thinking we could add on to.
"Tommy, think of this. Do build the office and the private area but consider this, build the apartment like a townhouse with two bedrooms and a bath upstairs. You can keep the same roof line as you have on the bed and breakfast building by just adding on. It will look planned and be a great asset if you were looking for someone outside to run the place."
"Good idea, Sam. Even the girls would like that since they would and could be independent. I would bet that all three end up working out here instead of in town. Betsy has a new job and Joanie has a possibility she's looking at, but I think they might want to just live and work out here."
"I'll draw it up tomorrow and put it through the CAD for prints so you can pull the permits and get started."
"Two weeks, I should be able to do it in two weeks without cutting any corners. The restaurant will be another thing. You're going to have to get another liquor license and that's not easy, so you had best get going on it."
We walked back inside to find everyone ready to head down to the pool for a little while. It was getting to be almost supper time, but I was sure supper was going to be delivered pizza.
As soon as I mentally thought of pizza, I thought of whom I needed to ask if she wanted to help run a restaurant. An Italian theme would set off the public side and be very welcome on the naturist side. I needed to talk to Georgia, Georgia Scuggliomenio, my Sicilian would be lover. It might be asking for trouble, but she would be great to be in business with.
By the time we had splashed in the pool for a half-hour, at least a dozen people came up to Zena and me to ask when we were going to open the restaurant. There are no secrets in a place like this.
After eating pizza, Betty said she was leaving and what do you know, Bert left with her, following her cart with his car.
That night as Zena, Shannon, and I cuddled in bed, Shannon asked, "If you build a restaurant out here, you won't want to spend much time in town. I want to be where you and Zena are; do you think I could work out here instead at The Office?"
I hugged Shannon and answered, "Of course, anywhere you want. If we prove The Office is a viable business, we can always sell it to someone who wants a short hour bar and concentrate on out here. Then again, if you keep hiring the right people, we'll just train them to run The Office and keep it for ourselves."
Shannon was sitting on my thighs, stroking my dick, while Zena was kissing my cheek and playing with Shannon's breasts. Zena said jokingly, "Now that you've found out that thing on the right guy can be fun, you want to play with it all the time."
"Not really, Zena, I do enjoy playing with it, but I want to play with you too. Having you both with me all the time makes me peaceful, but horny, all the time. I want my face in your pussy, Zena, and I want Tommy's dick way up inside me. Silly, isn't it?"
"Not silly, Shannon, exactly the same as I am. Let's trade off. You get his dick first, and I get it last. But right this second, I want to kiss you and love you up before you go off the deep end with Tom."
The two moved together kissing, touching, and caressing each other. It was beautiful to just watch. They were still learning about each other but both seemed to naturally find ways to give the other pleasure. First, Zena would be dominant, then Shannon would lead. They fluidly swapped leads back and forth until they were both lying on their backs, near exhaustion.
While still laying flat on their backs, Shannon patted her pussy and said, "Put it in there, Tommy, give me a couple of good ones, then it's Zena's turn. Wow, this is some good lovin'."
I had to give her pussy, surrounded by red hair, some kisses as well as capture the clit for a second too. I played connect a dot with Shannon's thousands of freckles until our lips were gently kissing and our bodies were joined at the hip, with me sliding gently back and forth. We didn't rush, we made love slowly, letting Shannon slide into a long smooth orgasm that didn't want to end. Finally, Shannon held me, still kissing me, "Go do Zena, I can't come any more."
Zena welcomed me into her and made love to me as I made love to her. We built up until her heels were pounding my buttocks and I was shooting what seemed like gallons of sperm into her. As we lay in the aftermath of our passion, Shannon was kissing us both, telling us how much we meant to her.
Zena looked at me with a tear running from her eye and I knew what she was feeling. I kissed her, then Shannon, and told Shannon, "Zena and I really enjoy you, we are falling in love with you."
That let the emotional tide flow from both of the girls. I'm sure Zena was afraid to love Shannon as deeply as she had Bee, and I'm sure Shannon was still confused by her enjoyment of a man.
It took the girls several minutes to quiet down and relax with each on one of my shoulders. I received stereo kisses on my cheeks as they both slipped into sleep.
The next week was busy with me first doing the plans for the addition to the bed and breakfast. For just building an office, the idea had gotten totally out of hand. Betsy and Joanie thought that having their own place again would be neat. Maggie said she liked living in the house with us, but would move out to the apartment if they wanted. I told them that it was up to them since it was their lives.
By Friday, I had the plans and drawings complete for the split restaurant. I had even gotten Zena and Maggie to take me to the P-club to visit with Sandy. When I told her I was going to open a restaurant, she went nuts saying that I needed her dad to help me with the plans and everything. We had to instantly rush to her dad's big place so I could talk to him and show him my plans.
Mr. Mahoney was a hell of a nice guy. He was now the de facto "Don" in the area, since a guy by the name of Poppa Nardelli was put away for some kind of federal fraud stuff. When I told him that I had Georgia Scuggliomenio in mind to help with the restaurant, I thought he was going to kiss me.
"I love that girl like she's my Sandy. She's had a tough life, but has raised her brother and sister to be good people. I remember when the little girl and boy were almost kidnapped, but some high school boy saved them. I heard from Georgia he was like you, a nudie, you know he was from out at that naked camp out there."
Zena and her big mouth had to blab, "That was Tommy. He was the high school kid that saved those two kids. Georgia wants to marry him and smother him in Sicilian love for the rest of his life."
Mr. Mahoney looked at me hard and said, "I owe you thanks. Now what can I help you with."
Sandy took it from there, "He's opening a restaurant and wants advice, to be guided along to do the right thing. He came to me and I brought him to you. Before, when he came to me for a bar, I set him up with our people and he did business with everyone. So the man is a good family customer. I think we should help him."
"Okay, we help you. Do you need money? What do you need?"
"Mostly advice for fixtures, kitchen equipment, possibly design, but I think we have that under control. Some people want us to have a full three meal family place while I'm more of an evening dining type guy."
"Okay, I gottcha. Ah, Sandy, you be a good girl and work with this man. He's a good man. You know the restaurant business better than me. I wouldn't even be in it if that idiot Nardelli wasn't so greedy. Now I own Poppa's, while he makes license plates. Sandy really runs the place; I just come here and do business. Keep your business with my family and you'll do well. They will make sure you stay successful."
We took Sandy back to the P-club where I had to buy a round. One of her regulars was suggesting that I was now Sandy's boyfriend on loan from Zena. Shannon stood up and said, "He may be Zena's but he belongs to all of us out where we live. Just ask the girls that work at The Office with me. They'll tell you."